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our-neighbours-cat-is-a-menace · 2 years

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How would demon bros react when mc is relatable to them(for example mammon acts greedy, so does mc)

Oooh i had so much fun writing this, this took way too long since i just finished my hospital duty anyways, enjoy reading❤️

Lucifer

Another version of him is a blessing for the prideful demon but a nightmare to the others

Strict, stern and is serious as hell

The brothers already have a hard time dealing with one lucifer but two, oh hell naw

Lucifer secretly thanks you for making things easy for him. He can count on you on keeping mammon in check

"Hey MC, let me down" mammon struggled, hanging from the ceiling

"you stole and sold books from the royal library" you stated

"what books" the tsundere stated averting his eyes, totally bad at lying

"Would you rather i take goldie or would you be a good demon and stay there"

"I'll stay"

"Good, besides what I'm doing is lighter than what lucifer would do"

That is something he can agree too.

You are stern and strict, no doubt about that, but you are also lenient with your punishments especially towards lovable idiots like him

"Did he do something again?" Lucifer asked as soon as he arrived and seeing the 2nd eldest hanging from above

"Just a bit of mischief" you shrugged

"I see, thank you Mc" Luci again feeling thankful for sharing a part of his daily struggles

The brothers act carefully around you as to not unleash your wrath but it's not to the point where they are awkward hanging around you

Mammon

Oh boy, another one to hang in the ceiling

Who doesn't like money, well you do

Somehow your money making schemes always hits big, earning you enough grim to be called a millionare

Mammon sometimes grumbles at how good you are at making money, are you secretly blessed by the god of currency

"35,000 grim"

"no, 50,000"

"39,000, take it or leave it"

"MC, why are you so stingy, from an estimated 100,000 grim, my share is only 39k?"

"how do you think rich people stay rich"

"but MC" mammon whined

"ok fine, just this once" you sighed, curse the heavens for giving you a soft spot for a certain tsundere

" so what money scheme will we do?" he asked giddily already excited to earn 50k worth of grim

"We'll auction Dia" you deadpanned

"sell who now?" mammon asked, not believing what he just heard but you just shrugged and beckoned him to follow

" rich people are weird" mammon said to himself

Leviathan

Oh god another anime crazed fanatic

Merches are being dropped at the front door every single day

Both of you nightowls gets reprimanded for staying up all night from either gaming or watching animes

Both pf you sometimes argue which is better, Yuri or Yaoi? , but both of you can agree Hentai is the best

You simp over your own husbandos, and Levi simping over Ruri chan

He called you a cheater one time for not sticking to one husbando and you had the audacity to say

"I have three holes, and i plan to use all of them"

Levi choked from this, never again questioning your common sense cause there is none

Both of you don't like going out but there are times when either one of you wants to attend some anime convention, thus dragging the other one and giving them a share in feeling social anxiety

You somehow picked on Levi's low esteem remarks like no one will ever love him since he's just a gross otaku and you smack him right in the head telling him words of encouragement and that you'll hit him everytime he says something like that

Two socially awkward individuals grouping together to conquer the domination of anxiety who solely believe that

Oppai is truth, Medium is premium and Flat is justice.

Satan

Two intellectuals in the house

It's good to have smart people around but it gets tiring when two of them competes just who is more knowledgeable

Mammon had his brain malfunction multiple times a day cause he somehow always hears both you and satan firing questions that only the two of you can understand

The brothers began to question whether the house of lamentation was a house or a library cause why the heck are there books everywhere

On the bright side whenever mammon gets cursed by witches, two intellectuals can help him go back to normal faster

And when it comes to cats, oh boy

It's a competition of who can successfully sneak in a cat without being caught by the eldest

You somehow won the first round, but you got greedy and tried to snuck in 10 cats at once

Well safe to say, you got busted and earned a good lecture from lucifer

"What kind of dumbass would actually try to sneak in 10 cats at once" Satan mocked

"At least not as dumb as someone who couldn't even manage to sneak in 1 cat" you replied

"Both of you shut it" Lucifer sternly said at yours and Satan's form kneeling in his office with books in your outreached hands

Asmodeus

Too much hormones

Do you and Asmodeus really have to compete on who can charm more demons

Mammon and Levi hides from you, they can tolerate Asmo's sexiness but with yours, it's inevitable for them to have a nosebleed and they become to shy when you try to act dominant over them, making them weak in the legs

Satan and Lucifer asks you to tone the sexual hormones down a bit since it's making everyone tired fighting not to have a boner

But you just flirts your way out

And also can you not buy a truckload of clothes, i mean sure they look good on you but for Diavolo's sake, your one day worth of shopping can last you a year without buying anything again

Asmo at first sees you as a competition, seeing how you are able to gain attention just by existing but as time passed by you became his comrade in everything

It's a blessing for the lustful demon to finally have someone so similar to him who will accompany him in make up routines, dress ups, and clubbing

"How about it sweetie, i doubt you're not aching down there" you teased seductively, caressing Asmo's thigh

"Ooh, i don't know, are you sure I'm the only one" asmo replied with his own lustful voice, placing his hand over yours that was currently on his thigh, encouraging it to go near his aching rod

"Hmm, i might also want to have a little fun, but of course with me on top" you seductively bit your lip along with slightly touching Asmo's bulging d-

"ngh, ooh i don't mind"

"STOP IT" 6 demons shouted in unison

"LET US EAT PEACEFULLY FOR JUST ONE NIGHT" Levi shouted totally red from the conversation

"wipe your bloody nose first levi" beel said handing the third born a handful of tissue

Beelzebub

A year worth of food is only good for one week now

At this rate. Lucifer feels like his gonna go broke

Whenever either you or beel is going to hell's kitchen, the other one comes as well

Two gluttons devouring a restaurants whole menu got the both of you banned from several restaurants, so no choice, back to sucking lucifer's pockets dry

It's good that you are eating a lot but that's too much, how can you possibly go head to head with the avatar of gluttony itself

It's also good that you workout along with beel since, you need to burn some fats or else your health may deteriorate

Beel all in all appreciates how he now has someone who eats and work out with him.

"mmhp mmph"

"yeah"

"hmphh mhphh mhpp"

"Maybe later"

"How the heck are you two communicating" Mammon asked with question marks floating above his head

Belphegor

Is this a sleeping contest?

Beel often babysits belphie and now you're an addition to his list

Unlike belphie who sleeps in either his shared room with beel, the attic, the living room and other comfortable spaces, you on the other hand sleeps in the most peculiar and unconventional spaces

How the heck did you manage to sleep in a tree branch

Mammon was panicking when he saw you sleeping in the roof while slowly sliding down to your doom

Lucifer reprimanded you for this, but it just went out from the other ear

Lucifer asked the youngest to look after you since belphie is also fond of falling asleep

Belphie grew fond of you since he felt a bond when he figured you also love sleeping

He kept you from falling asleep in weird places and just lay beside him, becoming his pillow or just a sleep buddy

Beel makes sure, you guys eat as well and not just sleep

How the heck did he become a mother of two sleeping cows

A/N:@inxivy, this request was awesome, I had fun writing this and i hope you'll enjoy reading this as well, have a lovely day mwahh❤️

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orchid3a · 3 years

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canary

sypnosis: Hajime can’t let his beloved canary go away

pairing: yandere!millionare!kokonoi hajime x fem!singer!reader (bonten au!)

cw: yandere, toxic relationship, dubious consent, mentions of sex, suggestive themes, pregnancy, mentions of abandonment, implied Stockholm Syndrome, implied manipulation, swearing, pet names (canary and princess), puking (one time)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!

wc: 2843 words

note: another fic based on my “random aus”, i’m kinda of proud of this one.

i suggest you to listen to the song “Purgatory and the Canary girl” by Len Kagamine, since it was my main inspiration for this au!

comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

english isn’t my native language

♥ ♥ ♥

Kokonoi Hajime had always desired only two things in his entire life, money and power, and now that he was part of the notorious Bonten, he had them.

Unlike his colleagues, namely Sanzu, Ran and Rindou, he didn’t spare a single glance to the women that approached him when he was in his club or anywhere else.

That didn’t mean he didn’t have an active sexual life, on the contrary he had enough adventures.

However, none of his partners had sparked interest in him, they only wanted him because he was a Bonten member and for his money, so to avoid any kind of problems he cut every connection he had with them.

Hajime didn’t need love or any crap like that, he only needed to make more money and nothing else.

Or so he thought.

♥ ♥ ♥

Hajime was getting bored, and it was only Sanzu Haruchiyo’s fault, he decided to bring them to such a shabby and quite dirty club, not so far from the chaos of the city.

When everyone questioned why he brought them there, the pink haired man said “It’s a surprise and you will enjoy it, especially you Koko”, concluded Sanzu smirking.

What kind of surprise would be in that disgusting club? Maybe Sanzu was really losing his mind to those damned drugs and pills.

In the club there weren’t many people apart from Bonten; their table was in front of a little and quite old stage where at the centre there was a microphone, from the aspect it was from the 50’s, maybe there would be a shabby show.

“Sanzu, where is this kind of “surprise” you were talking about earlier?” said a quite bored Haitani Rindou.

“Jelly shut the fuck up and wait.” respondend Haruchiyo and before Rindou could say something, the pink-haired man shouted to the bartender after showing him his gun “Where the fuck is she, my friends can’t wait any longer”

The man terrorised went immediately on the backstage.

“She?” asked a confused Kakucho.

Sanzu only grinned and focused his attention on the stage, where there was a young woman with (h/c) hair and bright (e/c) eyes.

♥ ♥ ♥

Hajime was ready to leave since he didn’t have time to waste on such bullshit, but before he could reach the door, the young woman started to sing.

He froze after hearing such an angelic voice, you sounded more like a goddess than a mere human.

Your voice was so alluring and soft and Hajime was captured by it like a moth to a flame.

Hajime focused his attention on you, your (e/c) were closed and you were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on.

He couldn’t help but notice how poor and low quality was your make-up, how the dress you wore was too little for you or how the perfume you wore was too cheap, he thought you didn’t deserve such things, an angel like you deserved only the best.

After finishing your song, you shyly smiled and said with a small voice “If I can just sing, that’s all I need” then you went behind the little stage.

The white-haired man couldn’t explain what he was feeling, but he was sure that people like you needed to shine like diamonds and that place wasn’t suited for an angel like you.

He felt Sanzu’s smug smile on his back, but he didn’t glance at him, he went straight to the bartender.

Your father, the bartender, was already terrified thanks to Sanzu’s earlier stunt and he wasn’t ready to deal with another criminal, but before he could even open his mouth, Hajime had already shoved him his black card and said, “How much for the girl”.

The old man didn’t even think a second and said the price, sealing your fate to a criminal you didn’t even know.

While Bonten was shocked, no one was expecting that Kokonoi Hajime could do something like that and for a girl he had only seen once, Sanzu was laughing aloud like a mad man because he knew that even the so cold-and-mean Hajime couldn’t resist you.

♥ ♥ ♥

You were trying to fight back your tears when your father brought you behind the club and shoved you in the arms of a white-haired man.

“(y/n) this is your new owner, Mr.Kokonoi, be a good girl and don’t create problems” said your father smiling.

You were disgusted that your father sold you for money, how could he sell his own flesh and blood to a stranger? Maybe he didn’t love you enough and he only cared about money.

You didn’t glance at Mr. Kokonoi, you were so afraid and the only thing you wanted was to disappear.

Then you felt something soft, maybe a coat, being placed on your shoulder, and heard a masculine voice saying, “Now leave before I decide to put a hole between your eyes”.

Your father murmured some excuses and left you alone with your owner.

A pale hand lifted your chin and your (e/c) eyes met black ones, sure Mr. Kokonoi was handsome, but you couldn’t forget that now he owned you.

“We’re going home (y/n), let’s go” he finished and guided you towards his car.

Before entering, you gave a last glance at what you called “home” and prepared yourself for what would happen from now on.

♥ ♥ ♥

It has been a few months since you left your old lifestyle, but your new life wasn’t that bad after all, Mr. Kokonoi, or Hajime, as he wanted you to call him, treated you as royalty and you didn’t have to lift even a finger.

Shining jewels, beautiful dresses, expensive bags, anything that you wanted Mr. Kokonoi bought it, you just needed to tell him.

The only thing he wanted, in exchange, was that you had to sing for him and him only, he said that nobody had the right to hear your angelic voice.

You weren’t of the same opinion, you sang because you loved seeing people being speechless whenever they heard your voice, you loved how their eyes shined when you sang, and you missed being on the stage.

Maybe if you asked him nicely, he would let you go one last time, it would not be that difficult? Right?

♥ ♥ ♥

That night Mr. Kokonoi seemed to be in a good mood, so you gathered all the courage in your body and repeated in your mind your little speech that you prepared when he was away.

You were in front of his office, a small sigh left your lips then you gently knocked on the door.

Few seconds later and the door was open, revealing Mr. Kokonoi, who let you into his office.

Before you sat on the sofà near him, he gently grabbed your wrist and pulled you in his lap with an arm securing your waist.

You were embarrassed hearing Mr. Kokonoi chuckling at your reaction, before patting your head.

“Mr. Kokonoi, can I ask you something.” you shyly said looking at your hands on your lap.

“Princess, what I said before? You have to call me Hajime.” he remarked, slightly annoyed.

“S-Sorry Hajime-san” you muttered as he smiled softly, he liked when his name left your lips.

“Much better princess, so what do you want? Any new dresses? You want more jewels? Or you want to go somewhere, like Paris or New York.” he questioned, your request sparked curiosity in him, since you didn’t usually ask for anything.

You turned your attention to him and vocalized that little greedy desire of yours “Can I go for one last time to my dad’s old bar? I really miss singing there”.

♥ ♥ ♥

Hajime didn’t like your request at all, no one would ever again listen to your voice, he brought you for a reason.

He objected “No princess, you can’t go there. It’s best that you stay here with me, it’s safer for you”.

He watched as you fought back your tears before meekly nodding your head.

“Princess, do you love me, right?” he asked, the fact that you wanted to go outside made him anxious, what if you wanted to leave him? No, he couldn't afford that, he needed you to be there with him.

“Y-Yes, of course I love you, Hajime-san.” you replied a little bit shocked by his strange question.

“It’s late princess, let’s go to bed.” he said after he glanced at the clock on the wall.

Hajime needed to think of a way to make sure you never bring up the discourse about singing for other people.

♥ ♥ ♥

It has been a few days since you have asked Mr. Kokonoi to go to the bar and everything was back to normal, however you weren’t happy, and you really missed singing for other people.

A sigh left your lips as you got up from your queen size bed, a gift from Mr. Kokonoi, and moved towards the enormous window, looking at the black sky of the night, admiring its shining stars.

Then you felt two arms sneaking on your waist and a chest against your back, the presence behind you, that from the expensive perfume you identified as Mr. Kokonoi, asked “(y/n), my beloved canary, why are you so sad? What do you want? You know that money isn’t a problem. So please, tell me what your heart desires and I will bring it to you. I don’t like your sorrowful face, I prefer when you smile, my beloved canary”.

“Hajime-san I don’t want anything, I just miss my old home, that’s all” you responded and turned around to face him.

After your response, his expression became angrier, and you never felt more afraid than before.

♥ ♥ ♥

Hajime couldn’t understand why you were so attached to that old and dirty bar, you were treated as a slave, your beauty was hidden by rags and poor make-up and your father didn’t love you like he did.

“Princess this will be the last time we will ever talk about this, okay?” he replied with a cold tone, you nodded furiously trying to hold back your tears.

“I will not let you go to that stupid old bar ever again; I will do everything in my power to make sure you don’t even leave this fucking house. I made myself clear. Your only purpose is to stay here with me, let me spoil you and sing only for me. Got it princess?” he spatted before kissing your forehead.

“Yes Hajime-san” you only said while crying.

Hajime didn’t reply and only kissed you, trapping you in his arms, oh god how he loved your lips, they were so soft and beautiful.

You tried to break free, but he was much stronger than you, so you stopped afraid that he would hit you, and instead tried to clumsy kiss him back.

Hajime was delighted by your sudden change and deepened your kiss.

♥ ♥ ♥

Hajime was intoxicated by you and your scent, he couldn’t be satisfied with only a kiss, he needed more, more, more.

You were a drug and Hajime was going to be addicted, but honestly, he didn’t care, he just wanted you.

He stopped kissing you and gently grabbed your hand, guiding you towards your bed.

He gently pushed you and he positioned on top of you, trapping your head with his hands and your waist with his knees.

He started kissing your neck, biting here and there, creating red dots all over your collarbone, painting it like it was a blank canvas.

His ears were blessed as he heard your soft moans and mewls, showing him how you were enjoying it.

“Princess, don't be shy and let me hear how good I can make you” he whispered in your ear, grinning.

You moaned loudly as he bit your neck in a certain spot, Hajime continued to kiss it as your moans were growing louder.

Hajime stopped to look at your state, you were panting and hickies were all over your chest and neck, eyes lucid, lips bruised for how hard he kissed you and he was proud of his work.

Hajime was feeling his pants getting too tight and the only thing he wanted was fucking your little wet pussy.

♥ ♥ ♥

Then his gaze went to your stomach, and something clicked, if he wanted to keep you to himself, he needed to give you a baby.

Knocking you up would mean that you wouldn’t go out since your body would be too tired because of the pregnancy and that you would depend exclusively on him.

Everything would be perfect, you would be the doting mother, he would be the caring husband and your future child would be a precious jewel like their mommy.

“Princess, I hope you’re not tired, since we’ll have a very long night” he exclaimed as he began to take off your clothes and his.

You were so lost in the pleasure that Hajime was giving you that you didn’t notice his dark smirk, and meekly nodded at his words.

That night Kokonoi Hajime made you finally his.

♥ ♥ ♥

After that night, you and Hajime had sex several other times, each time leaving you too exhausted to even leave the bed.

You weren’t sure if you really loved Hajime, but he made you feel special, he knew what you liked and disliked, he always made you comfortable and he treated you like you were a real princess.

Maybe you didn’t really miss your dad or your old home, you only wanted attention and love, things that only Hajime could provide you.

You didn’t need anything else, you only needed Hajime and his love.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you rushed to the bathroom and started puking.

Then you realized that you two always did sex without any kind of protection, you didn’t take any kind of birth control and you didn’t even see Hajime putting a condom before having sex.

What if...you were pregnant? What if Hajime didn’t like children? What if he wanted to leave you after this?

At the mere thought of being left alone again, you cried hard, you didn’t want to be left again.

You were so focused on your thoughts that you didn’t hear Hajime entering the bathroom.

♥ ♥ ♥

After a long day stuck in his office Hajime wanted only to go home and be pampered by his beloved canary.

When he arrived at his penthouse, the only welcome he received was silence, you weren’t in the living room or in the kitchen.

He started panicking, what if you left him and went out alone in the streets, you were too naive and pure for this corrupted world.

What if someone took advantage of you? No, no, no.

He went to your bedroom, maybe you were sleeping, he tried to convince himself that you didn’t leave him.

When Hajime arrived near the bathroom, that was near your bedroom, he heard someone crying and without thinking he opened the door.

You were crying in a corner of the bathroom, your face hidden by your hands, he was glad that you were in the house, safe and sound. His only preoccupation was to know why you were crying.

♥ ♥ ♥

“Princess, is everything okay? Why are you crying” asked Hajime cautiously, fearing that if he had raised his tone, you would have broken.

You looked at Hajime and threw yourself in his arms, crying loudly, not calming even when Hajime patted your head.

“H-H-Hajime, I’m so sorry, it was my fault” you cried.

“Please don’t leave me, I will do anything” you sobbed.

Hajime was confused, but before he needed to calm you down, he gently lifted you in his arms and went to his bedroom.

After he sat on his bed with you in his arms, still crying, he began to draw circles on your back hoping that you would stop.

You stopped after a few minutes and explained why you were crying.

“(y/n), my beloved canary, you don’t need to worry about anything. We together will solve this problem.” he said, then he kissed your head.

♥ ♥ ♥

You were pregnant and the test confirmed it, both you and Hajime would become parents.

You were excited about having your own family, you needed to think about the name, what necessities you needed and so many other things.

Hajime said that you would not be alone, that he would always be with you, and you were glad that you had a man like Hajime, so caring and loving.

You were no longer (l/n) (y/n), you were now Kokonoi (y/n) and your beautiful diamond ring on your ring finger was the proof.

Little by little, you began to forget that you wanted to sing on a stage surrounded by people, instead you only sang for Hajime and your little baby daughter (d/n) and no one else.

You were like a canary in a gold cage, but until you had your little family, you would close your eyes and ignore everything.

♥ ♥ ♥

What a shame that you didn’t notice that Hajime has planned everything and now his beloved canary would only sing for him and him only.

♥ ♥ ♥

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wooteena · 3 years

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omg i did not just see tiktok mfs say that mcyters are in the one percent 😭 these people gotta learn that a million dollars is ONE THOUSAND MILLIONTH of a billion dollars - these potential millionares are no where fucking close to the one percent multi billionares. on top of that tommy, tubbo, and ranboo (some of the most popular mcyts!!) dont even have access to their funds from twitch and yt because theyre minors and ranboo donates like 50% of his twitch income. even if some mcyts like dream, george, and (in theory) tommy are possible millionares, THESE PEOPLE ARENT THE RICH YOU SHOULD BE WORRYING ABOUT. THEY ARENT THE PEOPLE EXPLOITING LOW LABOUR COSTS IN MAJORITY WORLD COUNTRIES FOR THE BENEFIT OF THEIR FUCKING MEGA CORPORATIONS THAT PULLOUT THE PLANET FASTER THAN THE ENTIRE MIDDLE CLASS POPULATION !!! USE UR BRAINS

#i am so sick of tt #mcyt discourse #ig #mcyt #ramble

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quirklessidiot · 4 years

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Title: filthy rich [1/3] Pairing: millionare!sakusa kiyoomi x y/n [filthy capitalist au] Genre: romance, major angst ahead ,fluff, yandere!au-ish

Synopsis: Your luck had just run out when you realized that you flirted with danger. [400 followers special]

Warnings: language and none...yet….[although i will put a trigger warning that is a controlling, abusive, and kind of a yandere relationship] Notes:

Happy 460 followers i- look, i know i promised a long kita fanfic but i got more inspired to finish this and write this one because djjdjdjd ,,, anyways this was originally a kpop fanfic i wrote years ago and i switched it up to an omi fanfic. I don’t condone this type of relationship, if ya see this shit on your partner, please run (i beg of you)

also eheh the remaining two requests will be posted soon so uwu

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“Hey Y/N.”

You look up from your medical textbook to find your aunt standing there with an expensive freshly pressed suit on her hand wrapped in plastic, you had been living with her along with her two younger kids in Tokyo after your parents decided to become humanitarian doctors. Wanting to explore and get out of your comfort zone, you ended up living in the big city along with your mother’s closest friend.

“Oh, hey obaasan.” you greeted, “What’s up?”

“Ah, you see, Shoyo is out now and no one will be able to deliver the suit to Sakusa-san, would you mind doing me a favor and delivering it for me?”

You shut your textbook and stood up from your chair, “Sure, uh- could I have his address?” you ask as you took the suit in plastic carefully from her hands, not wanting to damage something that cost as expensive as your tuition in med school. After saying goodbye to your aunt and carefully placing the suit at the back of your car, you drove your way to the upstate part of the city.

Your second hand car stood out like a sore thumb in the lane of expensive and flashy cars, you wanted to waltz in and out of here quickly. Following your aunt’s instruction’s, you march up to the front desk to hand the suit over to the receptionist, “I’m here to drop the laundry for Sakusa-sa-”

Before you could even finish your sentence, she snatched it away from your grasp. You narrow your eyes at her rather uncouth attitude, “Oh, cool...thanks…” you murmur, not wanting to cause a scene or pick a fight with the rude woman, you made a b-line towards the exit. Away from the judging and prying eyes of the people who were very much above you in terms of class and wealth.

The moment you step out though, you watch in horror as your car is being towed away, “Hey!” you exclaimed, hurriedly going to the worker who was writing something down on his clipboard, “Hey, wait! Please, excuse me?”

The worker turned to you with a questioning gaze as you immediately started to explain that you were in and out of the place and that you were just delivering some laundry but all you got was a shake in the head and the words, “It’s not up to me, that guy called us in.” He points his ballpen towards the man in a suit and paired with a surgical white mask on the phone, “...The parking here is for residents only and clearly you’re not one of them.”

Your eyes almost widened at his explanation, just what was wrong with people who lived here?

You fumingly grab the piece of paper he hands to you and stuff it in your pocket as you march up to the stranger on the phone, “Hey, excuse me!” you proclaimed, there were a few on-lookers but you ignored them, you were seeing red with the treatment you’ve been receiving here. The raven-haired stranger ignores you, still on his phone so you call him out again and when you do, the darkest pair of obsidian eyes are on you.

You clenched your fists tightly as the quote ‘eat the rich’ comes into your head.

“There must be some mistake.” You began slowly, trying to put your anger at bay because you didn’t want the whole thing to escalate in public, “I’m in and out here, all i did was deliver and I didn't know-”

“Your ignorance doesn’t excuse you.”

“Excuse me?”

“Ignorance of the law excuses no one.” He simply states, “Also the car was on the way in my space and not even a parking spot.”

You let out a loud, sardonic laugh, “I’d be gone in two minutes if you waited.”

“You would’ve wasted my two minutes.”

You clenched your fist tightly and as you were about to bite back on his snide remark, the receptionist from before intervenes, “Excuse me, he’s right. You aren’t allowed to park here.” she tries to look professional but you know she’s just siding with this idiot since he had the money.

“Right.” you nod, “You know what, fuck it, this blows. All I did was my job and I have to be shitted on because I don’t have money like Mr.fancy-pants over here.” You bellowed,your glare was intense as you turned around, stomping away before you would do anything you’d regret.

The stranger’s eyes towards you do not waver though, how interesting, he thought.

You never wanted to return to that place again, not only did you lose a lot of money to pay your toll fee for your car but you needed to buy a bunch of new books for the new semester. You groan out loud as you also realize that you needed to do a grocery run since all you had were empty packets of instant Ramen and water in your apartment.

Chunking the cue cards to the side, you made your way to the convenience store, the city was definitely alive tonight and amidst that, you look absolutely dead tired. Your eye bags were getting thicker, a few zits had popped out, and you had grown thin in an unhealthy way because of your food consumption.

Man, being in med school and being dumb wasn’t a very good combination.

Your thoughts are interrupted when your aunt calls you again and says you have to do deliveries tonight, “You remember Sakusa-san?” your aunt says on the other line.

You couldn’t help but grimace at the mention of the man and the memories of where he lived.

Man, did this Sakusa-san needed new neighbors.

“What does he need a suit for in this unholy hour?” You mentally groaned.

“He needs it for laundry, you can have the money when you pick it up.”

Your ears immediately perk up at the mention of cash, you decided to take public transportation since you didn’t want to risk getting your car toll away by that Sakusa guy’s wretched fancy-pants neighbor. Grocery shopping could wait another time, “Stupid rich people.” You muttered under your breath as you pushed open the entrance to find the same man who you despised, sitting there with a laundry basket next to him.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You mumbled, sucking in a deep breath, you say, “Sakusa-san?”

“So I was right.” he says, pulling down his mask to reveal his sharp features, “You were the one who delivered my suit that day. It’s usually a young boy with a bike.”

Boy, this man was definitely at his prime, he was probably a good few years older than you and you bet he had the ladies swinging left and right with that face. Too bad he had a shitty attitude though.

“Well, that doesn’t give you an excuse to tow my car away.” you deadpan.

“How much do I owe you for the unfortunate accident then?” his tone was rich and low but you detected no remorse in it, it was as if waving huge chunks of money would help tremendously. The asshole couldn’t even properly say sorry to you because of the hard time you had to go through that time.

“None,” you scoffed, “Just hand me your laundry and pay the fee, we’ll call it even.”

The raven-haired man tilts his head and carefully hands you the laundry bag along with a wad of cash, your eyes immediately widen out of character, “Woah, wait-”

“For the troubles.” He simply replies, “Goodnight.”

You later found out that his full name was Sakusa Kiyoomi and not only was he rich, he was filthy rich. The man used to be a big volleyball player back or something when he was in high school and college but instead of becoming a pro player, he had inherited the family business.

“Huh, so he was a capitalist.” You stare at his picture at the morning paper which was coincidentally an article about him. You decided to forget about it, expecting to not see him after that night since Hinata had no classes or practices these upcoming weeks yet weirdly enough, he started to ask for you to pick up his laundry instead.

So you both fell into a strange routine, you’d pick up his laundry and return it the next day. He was also there to pick up his things and you no longer needed to talk to the rude receptionist. You were suspicious of him yet you decided to just overlook it, he gave good tips and he wasn’t as rude as the first time you met him, in fact, he made small conversations now and you sort of got to know the man.

You had a weird dynamic but strangely enough, it worked.

“L/N-san.”

“Good evening,” You greeted per usual, holding out your hand yet his eyes squinted at the bandage on your hand.

“What happened.” the raven-haired man asked, his gaze zeroing on the wound that you got in one of your classes.

“I’m a med student...I cut myself instead of the cadaver in class.” you shrug nonchalantly as you wiggle your fingers, “It’s alright though, I’m not going to stain your suit that you keep putting back to the laundry for some odd reason.”

“You got hurt.”

“Happens to the best of us.”

Sakusa mutters something incoherent under his breath before saying, “I’ll take you to your car.”

“Woah there-”

The man ignores you as he walks ahead of you, this was certainly getting out of character, even for him who always asked for you, “Open it.” He orders as he points to the car door, you begrudgingly obliged and did as he said. He places the laundry inside and turns to you to give you his usual pay, “Take care of yourself next time, L/N-san.”

The very next day, your aunt hands you an expensive package of ointments on your doorstep. Your brows are furrowed together in confusion as she says that they’re from the millionaire himself. You pointedly look at the package in front of you, completely lost as to why someone like him would send something like this to the person who he wasn’t exactly close with.

“Y/N-saaaaan…” Hinata drowns, you snap your gaze from your notes to the young orange-haired boy, “I’ve got news!”

You had stopped working for your aunt since you found a job at your university’s library, not only were the hours more lax but they even minus some of the tuition as long as you worked there. It was definitely a win-win situation for you.

“What’s up, orange?” You asked.

“Remember Sakusa-san?”

You hum a reply, “What about him?”

“I think he likes you.”

You almost choke on your saliva when you heard that, this little brat, why you ought to-

“He looked really disappointed when I said that you didn’t work for us anymore.” Hinata explains, cutting your thoughts short,

“Right.” You drawl, shaking your head, “Maybe you were just hard to look at, that’s why.”

“Hey!” He clenched his fists together and pouted at your tone, “I don’t even know why he likes you!”

You feel a vein pop in his forehead as you hear his insult, you proceeded to chunk a pillow to his direction in which he successfully dodged, “Get your facts straight and I assure you, he doesn’t like me.” you grumbled, returning to your books.

Ultimately, you thought that you’d never see Sakusa Kiyoomi ever again. It was fairly obvious that outside your job, someone of high caliber as him was someone you’d never see again yet you're immediately thrown off guard when you find him standing there around your campus.

Your eyes widen in surprise, well what do you know? it was the devil himself.

“Sakusa-san.”

“L/N-san.”

Man, you may not have seen him for a month or two but despite wearing the mask, you could tell that e still sported the same blank and basic bitch face behind it. Hinata was wrong in all ways, this guy wouldn’t like you, he’d probably deem you too low class for him, “What a surprise, it’s been a while.” You stiffly bowed down.

“You’re acting weird.”

You raise your gaze to meet his and you could see the glint of amusement in his eyes.

“You’re most likely a guest in the university.” You mumbled, scratching your head, “People might come at me if I treated you as casually as before.”

Sakusa raises his brow, “That’s funny coming from someone who was this close to punching me during our first meeting.”

“You were being a dick that time.”

“How you have guts to say that to my face amazes me every time.”

“Oh yeah?” You chortled, amused by his statement, “I’m starting to think you’ve taken a liking on me.”

“Was it not obvious when I kept asking for you from Hinata-san?”

You immediately choke on the coffee you were sipping, burning your tongue in the process, “Okay what the hell, sakusa-san-” you said in between coughs.

Your freeze up when you look at him dead in the eye, his eyes crinkling, was he smiling behind the mask? No way, the Sakusa Kiyoomi was smiling at you? He pulls down his mask and bends down, making you retract your steps and your cheeks flush to a brightly red color, “You’re turning red.” he points out loud and that makes you turn even redder.

“You’re acting weird.”

“You were getting dense.”

“How was I supposed to know...to know that…” You try to stutter out, completely embarrassed.

“To know what?”

“You know what.” You grumbled, standing up a bit straighter and ignoring his teasing tone, “I’m not interested in you.”

“Your red cheeks say otherwise.”

“It’s the cold weather.” You harshly replied, looking away again, trying to avoid his gaze, “I’m not interested in a boyfriend, a flirting partner, or whatever that is. So good day!”

You immediately stomp away, leaving Sakusa Kiyoomi with an amused smirk. How entertaining and adorable, you looked like a bunny. His cute bunny.

A few days had passed from that little interaction and you wanted to hurl yourself out the window whenever you thought about it. Sakusa Kiyoomi? The filthy rich capitalist Sakusa Kiyoomi? Interested in you? What kind of k-drama was this?

You tried to avoid going out much in the campus, Apparently he was around after he donated half a million to the medicine department.

You immediately groaned out loud at the thought, there was in no way that all this was possible!

“L/N-san.”

You immediately jump on the spot and drop your keys, “Holy fucking-” You pause, biting back your tongue, there he stood sporting a casual attire instead of a business suit and his usual face mask, “Sakusa-san?”

“Kiyoomi.” He smoothly corrects.

“Nice. Very nice.” You dryly replied, “Heard you donated half a million and some new equipment to our department. Sweet.”

“You don’t look that happy.”

“I mean you basically confessed that you were interested then decided to donate to my department only.” You narrow your eyes suspiciously, “You remind me of a sugar daddy.”

“Well,” He shrugged, “You didn’t exactly deny that you wanted one.”

Your brain immediately short-circuits as you try to stutter out a reply, Sakusa looked like he’d been having a field day. Gone was the fiery girl he met a few months ago, he really knew what to say to reduce you to a stuttering mess.

“I’m kidding, L/N-san.” he deadpanned when he realized that you weren’t giving him a straight answer since your mind was jumbled up, “It was purely coincidental, we’ve been eyeing certain medicine departments and yours was performing top-notch. It doesn’t mean that I’m any less interested in taking you out.”

“You do know I’m poor right…” You sweatdrop, “I could easily take advantage of you-”

“One date, L/N-san…” he says, ignoring your very weak argument, “Just one then I’ll let you go.”

You don’t know why but you ended up saying yes that day.

You didn’t know what to expect on your first date and you had your fingers cross the whole time that he wouldn’t take you to an expensive michelin star restaurant since you didn’t have the clothes for the place.

Thankfully, the date was more casual than you expected, it was in his home and he had cooked the meal himself.

“You’re looking oddly relieved.”

“I can’t function well in expensive restaurants.” You sweatdrop, covering your awkwardness with a laugh. You’ve never gone on dates before, the idea of being intimate with someone had made you feel awkward and bothered.

“I’m not a big fan of public areas so I assure you we're not going on those anytime soon.”

“Well aren’t you getting confident.” You raise a brow, teasing him a bit as you start to pick on the beef with your chopsticks.

“Call it a gut feeling, L/N-san.”

“Y/N.”

“What?”

“You asked me to call you Kiyoomi and well,” you turn red once again, “Well it would be awkward if you were all formal with me.”

You saw the small twinkle in his eyes, “Y/N.” your name rolls out of his tongue smoothly and you feel your heart hammering on your chest, “I like that, Y/N…”

It was in that little moment that you realized that you liked it when he called your name.

The dinner went by without a hitch, Sakusa Kiyoomi was not the same arrogant man that the media portrayed him to be. He was quiet, understanding, and soft. Completely the opposite of the first day you met him. He urged you to talk more about yourself, saying how boring and open his life was since the media tailed him a lot.

“Why Tokyo?”

“Why not?” You shrug, swishing the wine before taking a small sip, “It’s a great place, it’s new, and I had someone I knew here. My mom and Obaasan were good friends so I was allowed to move here on my own.”

“Are you coming back to your country if you’re done with your studies?”

You were silent for a moment, “I don’t think so. I wanna be like my parents.”

“A humanitarian doctor, huh?”

“Yeah.” You smile, “A humanitarian doctor. How about you? What’s your story?”

“Nothing interesting.” He glazed, “I’m an open book, Y/N.”

“Open book?” You tilt your head to the side, “You’re usually painted as an asshole by the media…”

“But you don’t believe it.”

“You kinda were when we first met.”

For the first time, you hear his soft chuckle and your heart starts beating fast. You liked that sound, you wanted to hear something like that again, “You always know how to amuse me, Y/N.” he shakes his head, “And for the record, just because I’m not comfortable with touches, public places and whatnot does not make me an asshole...I just am a very private person with interests…”

“What’s your interest now?”

“You.” He replied nonchalantly, making you look away..

“Stop.”

“What?”

“Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Flirting with me with a straight face like you mean it!” You choke out, turning red.

“Because I do mean it, Y/N.” He shrugs. “I am interested in you.”

It seemed like that little date you had turned out more successful than you thought, one date led to another and another. This went on for a few months until he asked you to be his partner one night at a very random place, you usually pictured Sakusa Kiyoomi to be the smooth type you were, after all, always the stuttering mess between you two but when he asks you to be his officially, outside the public restroom of all places with his ear tips turning red, your reduced to a heaping pile of giggles.

With men like him, you didn’t exactly expect anything more than the dates.

You should’ve known better that he was too good to be true.

general taglist for the next part is open aye

#sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi headcanons #sakusa kiyoomi imagines #sakusa angst #sakusa kiyoomi angst #haikyuu yandere #sakusa x reader #sakusa imagines #yandere!sakusa #yandere warning!!!#haikyuu imagines #haikyu!! fanfics #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #📝📝.Filthy rich series #hostclub.adulting

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Any head canons on how when where they say their first I love yous?

oh i love this question *rubs hands together like a fly*

i don't think it'll be anything spectacular or dramatic - the feelings between them have been too long established for that. i think the first 'i love you' between them will happen in one of the mundane moments and i think that somehow that makes it all the more special. i have this vivid image in my head where buck rolls over one morning and finds eddie's side of the bed cold, and he kicks his legs a little bit like a child because he was perfectly content staying in bed cuddling for the foreseeable thank you. he gets up and pulls on a hoodie and shuffles out into the kitchen where he can smell coffee brewing.

there's eddie diaz, in all his shirtless glory, sweatpants low on his hips as he hums along to a spanish song playing on the radio, pouring out coffee that buck just knows is going to be exactly how he likes it. buck's known how he feels about eddie for a long while now, and he's pretty sure eddie knows too (he's a little less than subtle). so buck approaches him and squirms his arms around eddie from behind, tucking his cold nose into eddie's neck just to hear his indignant squeak. eddie starts whining like get off buck i'm concentrating god there's nothing sacred in this house can't a guy get five minutes of peace to make a cup of coffee? and buck can hear the warmth in every word, feel the fondness permeating everything he says so he just laughs, taking his cup of coffee from eddie's outstretched hand as he rolls his eyes and says something along the lines of oh please you love me, all the while ignoring the way his heart is thundering away in his chest. a couple of silent seconds tick by before buck lifts his eyes away from the tiles of the kitchen floor to look at eddie who's looking at him with such warmth and fondness and love that buck wants to bottle it up and sell it (no, really, he'd be a millionare he thinks). eddie just shrugs and says more fool me, i guess, and that's that. nothing dramatic. nothing extravagant. just two boys, a jug of coffee and two smiles.

#evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 on fox #buddie #buddie headcanon #evan buckley headcanon #eddie diaz headcanon #911 headcanon #anon #asks #SJJHSJHS this got away from me a bit

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Uncle Scrooge by Don Rosa: The Isle at the Edge of Time (Thank You Comission For Rosie Isla)

Hello all you happy people! Today’s review is a bit special as it’s the result of another review. See I had trouble finding a translation of the subject of last weeks’ mother’s day special, Family Ties.

No not that one. I have Paramount+. I can watch all the Family Ties I want and that’s a fact that i’m pleased as punch about.

No it was the story 80 is Prachtig, called Family Ties in the copy used, Della’s first major comics appearance and one that explains what happened to her in the classic continuity, one that clearly served as the foundation for her far more fleshed out 2017 versions personality and backstory. It also had Pinocchio in it for some reason, and spent most of it’s large run time on a meta comedy plot that had nothing to do with the reason anyone wanted to read this story in the first place.

But despite being a vitally important story, it never got an english translation, something that baffled me till I read the story and found cameos of the racist indigenous stereotypes from Peter Pan. In 2014. You may commence booing. Even with how weird the story was I simply couldn’t find the story googling it and the Della tag is too vast and deep to go spelunking in.

So what’s all this have to do? Simple I put out a post last month when neither I nor Kev, who wanted to comission it as part of Moons, Millionares and Mothers, my coverage of all three season 2 Ducktales story arcs, could find a copy and offered a review to whoever found it. Weeks passed I got nothing.. then in the 11th hour I got a break as the lovely @rosieisla found a translation that was on this very site, one she seemed to have helped with. As a result I could do the review and as a man of my word, offered it up despite her clearly having not seen that part of the post and simply having done this to be nice. Still she gladly took up the offer and offered me my pick of two stories: The Carl Barks Story Back to Long Ago or this one.

As for WHY I picked this one Back To Long Ago didn’t seem bad, i’m just not a fan of “The Cast is put in the past as their own ancestors” type deals. Or in some cases put the cast as people from that time period. It’s just not for me and is most often done in TV where it can get really goofy, Beverly Hills 90210 being a prime example of this, though Girl Meets World was no slouch in being embarassing... that being said I really need to finish that show and miss it.

So yeah when put up against a story with two intresting hooks and FLINTHEART GLOMGOLD, even if i’ts not the version that’s my boy, it was no contest. So what are these hooks you ask? Well join me under the cut and find out.

We open with a weird stylistic choice: This story has a narrator complete with caption boxes. Now for those of you familiar with comics or pastiches of comics in tv and film, this probably dosen’t seem like a big deal. It was a common thing in comics from their inception to 90′s to have caption boxes, big boxes of text narrating the action to help move things along faster. It did start to fade out by the 80′s and was gone by the end of the 90′s for the most part, replaced instead with first person narration. It’s the kind of thing you’d see most often in the Golden and Silver Ages, with stuff like tihs

It’s not a BAD device, it’s good old cheesy and bombastic fun and some writers did get clever with it.. like that time Chris Claremont used the narration to yell at a greiving cyclops after he lost a teammate early in his long and storied run on the uncanny x-men.

This is a objectively weird scene that’s still somehow effective by the by. On the one hand it does come off as Chris Claremont essentally bullying Cyclops who already feels guilty for a death that was not in fact his fault as Thunderbird was told the plane he was attacking with fleeing villian Count Nefaria was about to explode and refused to listen.. and that they needed to get rid of either him or Wolverine as both served the same purpose and chose the non-white guy.

On the other htough it comes off just as much as Scott beating himself up in his grief and anger over the event and his perceived failings as a leader. It’s good stuff and shows why this run caught on as this was only three issues in. Also the rest of the issue features the X-Men fighting a giant cyclopian demon that Cyclops accidently freed in his rage by destroying the stone thing keeping him imprisoned. No really here’s the cover

Huh so tha’ts what Nifty’s dad looks like. Neat. Also I REALLY hope we get the X-Men fighting aliens or demons in the MCU. Unlike the XCU the MCU isn’t alergic to getting batshit.. and for the record Deadpool and New Mutants are the exception, not the rule.

My point that I swear I do have is that this was common practice for most comics.. but never really for Disney Duck comics. It popped up ocasionally, like with Scrooge’s introduction, but Barks and those after him never really used them that much. Sure they’d have caption boxes for flasbacks and what not but Barks and Co geninely only used this sort of thing to set up a story. The most i’ve seen it in a duck comic is life and times and even then i’ts usually only used for gags or to set up the passage of time, as the story IS covering decades and thus often needed to have montages to show time passing, and in the case of chapter 11, had to cover decades in the span of a single chapter, so it’s not like they had many other options. So even Rosa as a personal quirk didn’t really use these often.

Rosa used this specifically because he felt the plot was complicated by the use of the international date line. As for what it is, it’s essentially a line marking calender dates from one side of the hemisphere to the others. To use the offical defentition from the National Ocean Service I found via a quick google:

“The International Date Line, established in 1884, passes through the mid-Pacific Ocean and roughly follows a 180 degrees longitude north-south line on the Earth. It is located halfway round the world from the prime meridian—the zero degrees longitude established in Greenwich, England, in 1852.

The International Date Line functions as a “line of demarcation” separating two consecutive calendar dates. When you cross the date line, you become a time traveler of sorts! Cross to the west and it’s one day later; cross back and you’ve “gone back in time."

Despite its name, the International Date Line has no legal international status and countries are free to choose the dates that they observe. While the date line generally runs north to south from pole to pole, it zigzags around political borders such as eastern Russia and Alaska’s Aleutian Islands.”

Rosa felt this made the story complicated.... and that... really isn’t remotely true. The narration is mostly used for gagas and really dosen’t clarify anything. it’s mostly used well in the opening.. but the actual explinations for the date line are clear enough in the story that even if I hadn’t looked the thing up, I still would’ve got it and i’m sure a kid would’ve too. It just feels like a weird thing to ruminate on, especially because he’s got actual things to make up for: while to his credit the native american characters he cribbed from carl barks are sympathetic, their culture respected and treated decently and used for a green aseop, their dialouge is stitled and sterotypical something he dosen’t even comment on (And these trades ewren’t THAT long ago)

And of course it dosen’t help that he dosen’t even comment on using a common device in american superhero boooks.. in the same volume where he ONCE again makes an unwanted and outdated diatribe about superhero comics. I’ll probably cover the Super Snooper Strikes again so I can throughly tear this apart but higlights include: Calling superhero comics “Unwanted” just because he dosen’t like them personally, when people like me would disagree and they’ve lasted through a LOT of highs and lows, outdately saying they took over the American market as the only suitable comics which while true for a TIME,but by 2015 when this book was printed is laughably out of date, as non superhero works like The Walking Dead, Saga, and Scott Pilgrim were massively popular, one of my faviorite comics that is entirely slice of life and would go on to bea huge hit, Giant Days, re-debuted that very year. He also has the fucking gal to insult The Uncanny X-Men by name and I swear to god I did not know this when I made those references earlier, but as you probably guessed REALLY god me livid.

And this is just on his COMMENTS on the story I can’t imagine just how bad the content itself is and having read the first few pages which come off as Rosa using Donald to essentially do an “old man yells at cloud rant” about superhero comics, I really don’t want to. Might make htis a patreon exclusive or again would do it on comissoin. You all make the call.... the point is I don’t likes his elitist bullshit about superhero comics, and this is clearly something that gets my hackles up as I just spent a good two paragraphs of an entirely unrealted review yelling at the guy for it. I don’t like when he does this and this authors notes entirley felt like an excuse. I GET the dark age of comics were bad, they REALLY were that bad, but I will NEVER accept painting an enitre genre as bad just because one work in it is bad. And I wont accept it from someone who himself writes about an often throughly unlikeable anti-hero for a living. Scrooge may not have a gun on his gun on his gun or get to stabbing or have pouches, but he DOES finacially abuse his nephew, scoff at people’s personal troubles, and often refuse to use his wealth to help others in general. So yeah in conclusion Rosa really needs to say less about this subject.

Okay so where were we.. right the story hadn’t even started yet. Jesus.

Okay so our story begins with the narrator. Whose going on about time and what not. The main point of this speech about time is that it’s night in Duckburg and Scrooge is going to bed as, even being the workhorse that he is, he can’t keep going 24 hours. While he’s snoozing though something major happens and it’s the hook that made me pick this story along with the international dateline one.. an island rises thanks to volcanic erruption.. and the lava is GOLD. That’s just pure unabashed classic Duck Stuff: a mysterious treasure or phenominon of gold bound to bring scrooge in.

But Scrooge isn’t stupid: the sun comes up and the world still spins while he sleeps, so he set up a satalite to monitor for this sort of thing. The thing naturally goes nuts.. and even more naturally breaks down becasue Scrooge bought cheap parts. A nice gag and a fully in character way to bring our antagonist into the picture, as the Satellite of Loaded falls in the middle of South Africa... right on the property of my boy Flintheart Glomgold.

This is something Rosa brought up in his commentary for the story i’d never thought about. It turns out Glomgold being a citzen of Duckburg WASN’T an invention of the original Ducktales but the comics: some overseas had understandably moved him from his home country of South Africa. Him bieing in the same town as Scrooge instead of half a world away allows for easier setups and more intresting ones.

Rosa however being obdient to Barks Version of things, ketp Glomgold in South Africa like barks did, which was an .. ifffy decision given Apartheid had JUST ended at the time of this story. Not so much in the reboot as not only had apartheid been long gone by the time of the reboot, but that’s more fair. Still we do get some gorgeous vistas as a result as Glomgold’s minon goes to look at it and finds it’s from McDuck Mining company... Glomgold’s reaction is obvious.

So on that note we cut to Scrooge rushing to Donalds house and forcing him awake and not telling him anything at first. Look his Ducktales Counterpart straight up kidnapped his donald in my last review, I’d call this a win. He also tries to dress Donald while explaning both his panic to find the crashed satlitle and what it found: the golden island. The end result of him dressing donald is worth a chuckle

So after Donald puts his shirt and little hat on our heroes get rollin rollin rollin what keep rollin rollin rollin who to Manilla. On the plane we get the scene I mentioned: The boys make a quip about Scrooge having lost a day and the group go over the international date line. It’s a fun little scene especially Donald trying to get paid early at the end. Classic scrooge and donald stuff without the abusive undertones some of their classic stuff has.

Meanwhile Glomgold works out the data and finds out about the gold island, and his excitement accidently wakes a giraffe outside.. welll it was nice knowing him, Giraffes are the deadliest species known to man.. here’s an educational video t back that up....

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So at Manilla Airport, Scrooge finds out abotu the south african crash, figuring he’ll get a laugh out of glomgold being there ... only for Donald to spot the Jet. Scrooge figures this can’t be anything good... now come on man maybe he’s just promoting his energy drink.

As super sayin god super sayian as my witness, I will never get tired of Ultra Instinct Glomgold here.

Scrooge isn’t so nice about that though and figures he better find out if Glomgold knows about the island and bribes one of the fueling crew for his uniform. He sucesssfully eavesdrops on Glomgold talking to his pilot, finding out from him exactly WHERE the island is. He ends up hilariously botching the mission though: when getting ready to leave Glomgold complains abotu the price of gas and that naturally causes Scrooge, just as cheap, to join in... and Glomgold to find out it’s Scrooge. The two wrestle outside the plane but before this can progress to a game of Naked Robber an airport security guy comes up and Scrooge cleverly claims that Glomgold’s plane has an infestiation, requring it to be quanrantined and allowing Scrooge to jet on.. thoguh not with an actual jet. With Glomgold seemingly dispatched, he can afford to save some money and take his time with a seaplane and I know just the man for the job.

Oh nope looks like he’s busy. So one time related rambles later we meet Keoki, their asian pilot from the tiny island of Wookawooka.. and no that’s not a real place i checked... and no Fozzy dosen’t own it his check bounced. That being said it is a very well done represntation of someone from a smaller country: he’s doing this job to try and bring money back home, but being a seaplane captain just isn’t enough and his island is dying. Scrooge naturally is about as sympathetic as you’d expect, having apparently never even heard of the idea of a bonus when Huey, Dewey or Louie suggests it.

Even less suprising is that Glomgold streaks by in his Jet:turns out Manilla was already overun with the bugs Scrooge claimed and Donald rubs it in that had Scrooge got a JET this wouldn’t of been an issue.

So Glomgold easily beats them there, and to add insult and actualy injury to a cash based one, our heroes get blasted by golden lava on the way in and crash. Should’ve gotten launchpad... got the crashing professional. Keoki is dispondent as this means his people are doomed. He also dosen’t know waht staking a claim is when Scrooge mentions it and the boys bring him up to speed with the poor guy saying he wish he could for WookaWooka. Donald also makes a valid point about how greedy and heartlress scrooge can be.. and really billiionares in general.

No no YOUR the Grouch who refuses to have one drop of emapthy. Donald’s just pissed at your general selfish and terrible behavior.

Glomgold glomgloats and has seemingly won... but naturally that rant that seemed extranious at the time about the date line comes into play: turns out the Island is on it, and since glomgold put his marker int he west, Scrooge simply puts his in the east which is a whole day before. Now GRANTED there’s nor eal legal prescendice for the intetaoinal date line itself , as noted above... but there’s enough witnesses in Scrooge’s favor that it simply does not matter anyway. Scrooge SEEMINGLY wins.

But Huey, Dewey Or Louie instead backs another claim: Keoki’s from earlier. While it was made in gest, he and the others along with Donald back it as witnsses instad. WookaWooka is saved and SCrogoe ends the story yelling at the narrator.

Final Thoughts: Don Rosa.. did not like this story, feeling it wasn’t one of his best and apologizing for it. I however.. really loved it. It’s not PERFECT: the narration feels not entirely necessary and the gag isn’t as funny as he thinks, though the payoff of scrooge saying “it’s time for this story to end” is fucking hilarous. I also feel it’s a bit too compressed: the story is only 16 pages and was only THAT long because Rosa added a few for exposition, a worthy addition. This feels like one of his 30 page adventure stories but slightly crammed into half the length. I also feel the golden island bit was BADLY underused as it’s such a cool setting but barely shows up in the story.

But despite that.. it’s still a fun story: as is standard for Rosa the art is gorgeous and the humor is great. And unlike some stories where Rosa casually ignores how terrible scrooge is, here it’s his own greed and hubris that do him in: had he actually agreed to help Keoki, the boys likey would’ve let him keep the island but his own cold refusual to be a human being does him in, just as his cheapness nearly did. Flintheart is also decent here.. not the deepest foe but frankly most classical duck antagonists really aren’t all that fleshed out, and we still get some good bits with him. The dateline bit, while telegraphing that it will be important, as I said REALLY isn’t that hard to understand. All in all while i’ll agree with Rosa this isn’t his BEST, it’s still a really damn good story and one he shoudln’t be ashamed of.

Tommorow: Green Eggs and ham is back for some train shenanigans! Kay.

Saturday: The Tom Retrospective returns for it’s last detour! Eclipsa and Moon team up to stop meteora but grapple with diffrent wants: One to save her daughter.. the other to stop waht she clearly sees as an out of control monster. The result.. will only lead to tragedy and a hell of a two parter.

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