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This was supposed to be a real fluffy piece but somehow sadness snuck its way into it. Someday I’ll write a Scrooge & Donald fic that’s pure fluff… someday.
Warning for themes of depression and self-worth issues. Also swearing.
“Laddie, I’ve noticed you’ve been looking a bit, er, scruffier these days.”
Shit. Did he know? Donald thought he hid it well enough. The occasional depressive episode would come and go often enough that he’d become skilled in the art of cloaking. He didn’t want to add another stressor to his nephews’ lives; his constant unemployment and dogged financial troubles already weighed on them so heavily. Kids shouldn’t have to bear the weight of their guardian’s mistakes especially not his boys. God how he prayed they didn’t inherit the Duck family’s genetic predisposition towards mental illness, but kids were perceptive, and so, it seems, was his uncle.
Donald had really, really tried, but the effort to repair, upkeep, and maintain was usually the first to go when his mood dipped. It felt so momentous, so pointless, to expend that wealth of effort on a shower when it took all his energy to will himself through another day. It was clear that he had fucked up, however, if even Scrooge took notice of his dilapidated state.
Now he would have to brace himself for the barrage of probing questions that were sure to follow. Force a smile, deflect, and suffer through them. I can’t do this—not today. To Donald’s surprise, he felt Scrooge take his hand with an authoritative, yet gentle, command: “That won’t do. Follow me.”
Scrooge led his nephew up to his private study where he sat him down in the room’s comfiest chair. Donald glanced around the familiar room as he heard Scrooge softly humming behind him. He wasn’t really going to… no, he was much too old for his uncle to pay him this kind of attention. He’d never even seen Scrooge do this with their still-young nephews for Christ’s sake! The sudden feeling of Scrooge’s beak prying apart the matted feathers on his head struck him with a wave of nostalgia so strong he could barely choke back a sob. Donald focused on taking deep, regulated breaths—it was bad enough his uncle had thought this was necessary—he couldn’t bear the embarrassment of letting Scrooge see him cry like a wee bairn. Once he’d wrangled his unruly emotions enough, he addressed his uncle: “You really don’t need to do this, Scrooge. I’m not a duckling anymore.”
“Hm,” Scrooge smoothed the feathers at the nape of Donald’s neck, “That’s true, you’re not. But you’ll always be my duckling.”
Donald couldn’t believe his fucking ears. Did Scrooge really just say that? His Scrooge? The cold, calculating business man, the world-famous adventurer, the man he hadn’t spoken to in ten years? Yet, Donald didn’t want to question it nor waste his time analyzing Scrooge’s words and actions. For once, he wanted to take the unconditional love and affection of another’s for granted. He wanted so badly to believe he deserved it, so he said nothing and let himself fall into this rare moment of relaxation. His mind drifted back to simpler times when his uncle was his whole world. A time when he believed Scrooge could protect him from anything. When Scrooge loved him more than life itself.
The whole thing made Donald feel foolish. It was so childish to allow himself to melt like a puddle of goo into his uncle’s awaiting arms at the smallest sign of affection. But it was so comforting, to let someone take care of him like this. Donald had to grow up quickly after that fateful day adopting the triplets was an easy decision, but that did not mean it wasn’t a fraught one. He could not afford to let his weaknesses consume him. The boys needed a pillar of strength to hold on to, to trust in, like Scrooge had once been for him. Except this time, he swore, no one would be let down.
Yet, here he was. In his uncle’s arms as if the gulf of time and distance had never separated them at all. Maybe it was true that you can never really return home, but maybe, in the right circumstances, the ache of coming home once again could be soothed and the loneliness gently rocked.
“There.” Scrooge declared while he finished straightening the last few feathers. The old man walked around to face Donald and get a proper look at him. He grasped his nephew’s shoulders confidently, “You look so much like your mother these days. You’ve got her exact chin.”
Donald looked up and smiled at his uncle who gazed fondly back at him. “Thanks, Unkie.”
Hey guys, just putting out a PSA because now that's THREE people I know of who've got these identical messages on Discord last night alone.
If a friend messages you apologising because someone "with a similar username to you" tried to deceive them so they reported your account as hacked, and sends an image of a discord email, your friend is the one who has been hacked.
It's hard to read in the screenshot (sorry!) but it looks like the "advice" is something like "file a friend request with our CORPORATE HEAD OF SECURITY to open your case. You have 12 hours to do so or we might suspend your account."
I've been told that if you do contact that user, they try to get you to "prove" you own the account by making a "100% refundable transaction" to them. Which is so scummy.
Scammers catch people out by imposing a time limit and dramatic consequences of not acting fast enough. In that moment of panic, you might not figure out it's suspicious, especially when the email looks so real (it will have your screen-name in it to make it seem legit, but the request code will likely be identical to the one in this post, #40557035) and you're worried about both an impersonator AND losing your account.
If you get sent the above message, try to let your friend know through other ways (socials, etc) that they've been hacked. If you are ever worried, your best bet is to check Discord's website and ask for help through their support page, which has a section for hacked accounts.
Instead of making fun of people who do things at an older age that are normally done younger ( like getting their diploma or GED, learning to drive, even learning to read ) how about you:
Roger is still on the suspect list, but if it’s not him then who?
I’m still suspicious of Johnny, but he is most likely innocent.
Either way, who would go take Sully’s picture, Mike’s sugar packs and bat glove?
…
Is it Randall?
Did he caused that mess? And put those stuff in Tylor’s locker, but not as a way to frame him, just a way to hide the evidence? Was it a coincidence that suspicion fell onto Tylor?
… Well, this is it.
St. Canard is in the middle of a battle for her freedom between the newly-exposed science cult, The Knights Paddling, Team Mallard, and the Knight’s real version of the fictional Fearsome Four. Latest Knights recruit Mark Beaks has used his new WaddleMaker to transform DWCon attendees and St. Canard residents into deceased Knights, handing themselves a resurrected army.
Team Mallard, on the other hand, has been scattered: Chickpea and Honker have been led to Duckburg by Quackerjack, the old actor brought back to revise his role, and are trying desperately to uncover the truth. Darkwing has been caught by Mark and separated from his family, Diver has been locked up in the St. Canard Prison like a bone thrown to hungry wolves, Steelbeak has gotten his hands on Bushroot and whom he believes to be Professor Moliarty, Megavolt and Liquidator have vanished off the grid, and Launchpad and Henri have watched helplessly as Gosalyn suffered a transformation of her own…
Oh, and a magical barrier has totally separated the island from the outside world.
How could things possibly get worse?
Chapter 1: The Chapter Where Someone Mentions A Dentist
Chapter 2: The Chapter Where Literally No One Has A Good Time (Except For The Bad Guys)
… Well, this is it.
St. Canard is in the middle of a battle for her freedom between the newly-exposed science cult, The Knights Paddling, Team Mallard, and the Knight’s real version of the fictional Fearsome Four. Latest Knights recruit Mark Beaks has used his new WaddleMaker to transform DWCon attendees and St. Canard residents into deceased Knights, handing themselves a resurrected army.
Team Mallard, on the other hand, has been scattered: Chickpea and Honker have been led to Duckburg by Quackerjack, the old actor brought back to revise his role, and are trying desperately to uncover the truth. Darkwing has been caught by Mark and separated from his family, Diver has been locked up in the St. Canard Prison like a bone thrown to hungry wolves, Steelbeak has gotten his hands on Bushroot and whom he believes to be Professor Moliarty, Megavolt and Liquidator have vanished off the grid, and Launchpad and Henri have watched helplessly as Gosalyn suffered a transformation of her own…
Oh, and a magical barrier has totally separated the island from the outside world.
How could things possibly get worse?
Chapter 1: The Chapter Where Someone Mentions A Dentist
Chapter 2: The Chapter Where Literally No One Has A Good Time (Except For The Bad Guys)
… Well, this is it.
St. Canard is in the middle of a battle for her freedom between the newly-exposed science cult, The Knights Paddling, Team Mallard, and the Knight’s real version of the fictional Fearsome Four. Latest Knights recruit Mark Beaks has used his new WaddleMaker to transform DWCon attendees and St. Canard residents into deceased Knights, handing themselves a resurrected army.
Team Mallard, on the other hand, has been scattered: Chickpea and Honker have been led to Duckburg by Quackerjack, the old actor brought back to revise his role, and are trying desperately to uncover the truth. Darkwing has been caught by Mark and separated from his family, Diver has been locked up in the St. Canard Prison like a bone thrown to hungry wolves, Steelbeak has gotten his hands on Bushroot and whom he believes to be Professor Moliarty, Megavolt and Liquidator have vanished off the grid, and Launchpad and Henri have watched helplessly as Gosalyn suffered a transformation of her own…
Oh, and a magical barrier has totally separated the island from the outside world.
How could things possibly get worse?
Chapter 1: The Chapter Where Someone Mentions A Dentist
Chapter 2: The Chapter Where Literally No One Has A Good Time (Except For The Bad Guys)