#goldie has these senses as to when her boys are in trouble

[c0konk]

[louie’s eleven!]

Emma: makes louie feel bad

Goldie:

#ducktales #ducktales incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #aunt goldie #goldie o’gilt #llewellyn duck #louie duck #emma glamour #no i won’t get over their dynamic #but just imagine #goldie has these senses as to when her boys are in trouble #so louie’s sad #and goldie just #busts the door down like #‘who the fuck hurt my boy?!’ #and emma glamour was never seen again #bye bye mark beaks you’re an orphan now

[mxvladdy]

What do you think would happen if MC (in an attempt to keep it away from him) tucked Goldie under their boob?

[A bra is the best wallet but underneath even a C-cup boob is damn near Fort Knox (or the tower of London, I.e. Impenatrable fortresses)]

lmaooo. Let’s us gather round and pray for Mammon’s remaining sanity. What little remands. The himbo never saw it coming. I’m weak and got a little spicy at the end, apologies if that’s not what you wanted my heart was thirsty for ONE greed man;.;

  A/N I originally called this work Tiity prison bc I have a sense of humor lol.

Hope ya like!

To say he is conflicted is an understatement. Depending on when and where you do the titty lockdown will change how he reacts.

If it's at school, he is a mess. I’m talking about the works. He’s red in the face, can’t focus, and sweating the whole rest of the school day. He is definitely torn between fighting his goldie withdrawals and making a pass at your chest.

He won’t do the latter, as much as he threatens it. He may be scummy but he has a code of conduct (most of the time). You get a kick out of watching him try not to stare at your chest and getting smacked by Lucifer when caught.

If it’s on Lucifer’s orders to keep his card away from him he’ll have a bit more control but will bitch the WHOLE day. Honestly, you might give it back just to shut him up.

He won’t outright grab your chest or physically try to snatch it. He’ll try to be sneaky about it. Dropping stuff and making you bend over to grab it. “I swear I ain’t try nothin’”. Right.

If desperate enough he’ll just downright pick you up off your feet and jiggle you like a piggy bank. Like I said, he has a code of conduct. It’s just kinda flexible sometimes.

“C-come on! Give ‘er back.” Mammon pleads, pulling off his classic bagger’s pout. Good thing you were immune. His toned arms cage you in, your back resting on one of the school’s marble walls. “How am I going to buy lunch?”

“I made you lunch.” You laugh. Ducking under his arms you make your way to the dining hall ignoring his flustered shouts. He’ll follow soon enough. The promise of your cooking and potentially nabbing goldie back was too great for him to ignore. Sure enough, he slinks in a few minutes after you. His shades now out and perched on his nose. Even hidden under the tinted glasses, you could see his flushed cheeks and darting eyes. “Better eat now, Beel is going to join us today.” You say around a mouthful of food. He whines but forces himself to focus on his quickly cooling food.

He follows you even closer than before after lunch, barely a hair’s breadth from your back. His clever fingers pinching and pulling at the bottom of your shirt in the crowded hallway. “Please~” He whimpers through his teeth after your swat his hands away again. “I swear I won’t use her.”

You plop down at your desk. “If you’re not going to use her, then she is safe where she is.” You stick your tongue out and give the boob hiding goldie a lovely squeeze. Mammon groans as if stabbed, teeth bared and fangs growing in a mix of frustration and want. “Babe come on. Ya’ killing me.” His eyes are glued to where your hand rests.

Before you can respond a leather-clad hand smacks Mammon across the back of his head. Mammon yips in fright. “I will kill you first if you don’t keep your eyes up at the board.” The cold warning from Lucifer was enough to shut you both up for the rest of the class. You watch him disappear when the bell chimes. His next period was across campus while you were stuck here for another hour. Your phone buzzes the moment his designer boots disappear out the door.

Pretty Boy: what did you do to Mammon?

You: I have no idea what you’re talking about.

You catch Asmo’s eye from his seat a few rows back from you. He winks at you, thumbs flying across his lit screen.

Pretty Boy: Bull- tell me your secrets. I haven’t seen him that flustered in eons, not since Helen paid a visit.

You: Got “asked” by Lucifer to keep Goldie away from Mammon for the day. A limited edition car he wants just got released. Luci is still paying off Mammon’s last shopping spree, so he’s on ice till tomorrow afternoon.

Pretty Boy: Ouch- you not telling him where it is?

You: Oh no. He knows exactly where it is. He is just too nervous to go for it.

You hear Asmo’s scandalous gasp behind you earning you both a glare from the professor. You bite your tongue to hide a chuckle. The professor turns with a huff, and Asmo starts up all over again.

Pretty Boy: Is it in your pants! Can I take a look ;*

You: No and No.

Pretty Boy: Ah- he was always a chest man. Good luck with that, he can hold out for only so long :)

What does that mean? You whip your head around waiting for an explanation text. Asmo has the gall to ignore you, busy reapplying his lip gloss. Even if he wasn’t looking at you, you knew that impish smile was for you. Turning back around in your seat you shiver, now you weren’t sure if you should be scared or excited.

The rest of the day passes quietly. Too quietly. It gives you the jitters. Every corner of the school could be a potential hiding spot for one conniving demon. You weren’t expecting him to attack you, not outright. Yet, you were expecting some sort of retaliation. The last bell of the day came sooner than you expected and it was time for afterschool activities. Packing your bag you wave off Beel and Satan, assuring them you would be fine to walk to the music and arts wing by yourself.  They had their own clubs to get to anyway.

Making your way to your activity you feel the hair on the back of your neck began to rise. Something wasn’t sitting right with you. You look up and around. No one was in the corridors, not even a stray teacher rushing to the breakroom. Odd. You peak over your shoulder and frown. Even the air was still. Chalking it up to a probably very haunted school, you pick up the pace. Even if you didn’t believe in the ghost stories like Luke, it was best to just never find out. No matter what hallway you took or how fast you walked the feeling of being watched only intensified. Your flight or fight instinct kicked in.

Who could you call if you need help? Where in the hells was Mam- was that your pencil case? You skid to a halt bemused. There, in the middle of the floor was your favorite case. The calico kitty design stares up at you innocently from the floor. You open your bag to double-check. You could have sworn you had thrown it in there after last period. Did it fall out? Had you taken this path before? You approached it cautiously, bending down to grab it.

Strong arms wrap around your waist locking around you like a spring trap. They lift you up and up and up. It was so sudden you could do nothing but squeak in surprise, pencil case clutched tightly to your chest. Were you really going to die here? Caught in such a childish trap...wait.  “Seriously Mammon!” The fear disappears, replaced now with exasperation. He grunts ignoring your words to shake you slightly. You yelp feeling goldie and your bra shift. “Oh, my Gods. Mammon! I know you can do better than this.”

“Shut up! I’m desperate.”

Unbelievable. "That's the best you got? Really, I’m kinda insulted." Mammon stops shaking you, his arms loosening enough for you to turn around to face him. He looks up at you batting his long lashes. “Put me down.” It wasn’t a pact order, but firm. He pouts but sets you back on the ground gently. Not before giving you a hearty squeeze. You catch his hand sneaking up the side of your shirt with a raised brow. "Why didn't you just make a grab for it in the first place?"

He scoffs turning pink. "'M allowed ta just cop a feel whenever I want now?"

"Absolutely not, not in public at least. I like you breathing."

“Could have fooled me,” Mammon chuckles. He glances around the empty hallway then back to you. A slow rolling purr starts deep in his throat. "Though, there is no one here now." Slowly his dexterous fingers glide back over your sides. His touch is searing on your shirt. You could feel goldie pulsing underneath the cotton of your bra. The plastic seemingly growing warmer than your skin as his hand travels closer. You do nothing, watching his face grow hungrier with each passing centimeter as he gets close to his prize. “What’s stopping me now?”

“Just you.” He stops at the side of your chest, eye wide and greedy. You could feel him trying to temper himself. His adrenaline, fear, lust, and his raw cardinal desire thicking the air around you. It all pulsed red hot in his veins and travels down to yours. He wanted more than just goldie now. His natural magnetism pulling you in closer. You wanted him, you wanted him to just take it- take everything. The pact mark slams shut, its heat snuffed out like a candle. "Mammon?" Had your teasing gone too far?

"Hold tight to her till tonight." He growls tapping your chest possessively. His many gold rings resemble talons as he drags his fingers across the stitching of your school uniform. "I'll come for her tonight," He leans in, smoke and leather clouds your sense. "and I'll be taking a tithe for all the trouble you caused me too." His husky promise sends a shiver down your spine, gut twisting in anticipation. Mammon's bright blue eyes jump over your shoulder, a frown grows on his beautiful face, he could hear footsteps approaching from your club room. Probably the angels looking for you. Brushing his lips across your cheek he parts, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Be ready. You know I always come to collect."

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me headcanons #this was fun lol #requests

[therivergirl]

It's finally here!!! Sorry for the wait!

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen

Fandom: DuckTales (Cartoon 2017)

Relationships: Louie Duck & Dewey Duck, Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera & Louie Duck, Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera & Dewey Duck, Scrooge McDuck/“Glittering” Goldie O'Gilt, Louie Duck & Dewey Duck & Gladstone Gander, Background Drake Mallard/Launchpad McQuack, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Characters: Louie Duck (Disney), Dewey Duck (Disney), Scrooge McDuck, “Glittering” Goldie O'Gilt, Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera, Gladstone Gander (Disney), Flintheart Glomgold, Drake Mallard (Disney), Launchpad McQuack, Gosalyn Mallard, Webby Vanderquack, Penumbra (Disney: DuckTales), Emily Quackfaster

Additional Tags:, Family Banter, Family Feels, Light Angst, Dewey Duck angst, Louie Duck Angst (Disney), Scrooge and Goldie are not having a great time, but in a funny way, Quackfaster likes to mess with people, And this time she is messing with Goldie, Louie Duck is being the responsible one, he does not like it, Louie Duck Needs a Hug (Disney), Dewey Duck Just Wants Some Recognition, And an Autograph, Dewey Dew-night, Fenton is just here to be supportive, Lucky Gladstone Gander (Disney), Sort Of, He is in some trouble though, Gladstone Gander Needs a Hug (Disney), can be read as a stand alone story; angst

Language: English

Series: More Ducktales adventures, part 6

Scrooge and Goldie stood in the middle of a library aisle, surrounded by piles of books, scrolls, and sheets of parchment with luck spells and searching spells inscribed on them. Some of them fake, some real, most so convoluted that it would almost make sense that Glomgold, master of convoluted plans, used them.

It was an arduous task and, especially after Quackfaster bothered them with her bullshit for almost an hour, Goldie was cursing herself for deciding to come to help the old sourdough. There were much simpler, if more morally ambiguous, ways for solving the mystery.

Still, she was not willing to give up just yet, not before Scrooge. No way was she admitting defeat by a pile of books. She stood there, leaning on one of the shelves, flipping through the book with the same amount of enthusiasm as a college senior reading the textbook for his ultimate exam before graduating.

“Nothing helpful in this one either,” Goldie tossed a book aside, “How about you? Scrooge?” she looked at her partner and sighed.

Scrooge’s shoulders hung limply as he stared up the bookshelf as if it had all the answers to life, “Years…decades of searching…”

“Oh boy,” She knew that stance, that tone, the everything is wrong with the world and I’m going to wail state Scrooge would never assume when things were genuinely dire, instead falling into it when something stupid happened.

“Team after team, countless expeditions…” Scrooge continued his lament.

“So, we hit the rich bottom,” Goldie muttered.

Scrooge turned to her, his face grief-stricken. He put a hand on her shoulder, nodding emphatically, “Ye are right Goldie, we did! After so many years, we lost to that good-for-nothing copy of me! It would be less embarrassing to lose to a toddler! What has become of once-great Scrooge McDuck?” he hung his head and Goldie barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes, “Just a husk of myself, having lost a race to the Comb to Glomgold!”

Goldie patted his hand and then pushed it off and sat on the floor, leaving Scrooge to his despair. She didn’t have time for it. If she was there, no matter how genuinely uninterested she was in the process, she would at least try to use her time for something other than wailing.

She grabbed another book and tried to read it but in the end, she barely skimmed through it as the pitiful display in front of her became too distracting. Scrooge sunk to the ground and, on his knees, he was cursing the heavens.

She heard Quackfaster sigh heavily somewhere behind her, knowing immediately that this wasn’t the archivist’s first rodeo with Scrooge’s mood swings either. The librarian was on what must’ve been the tenth phone call, asking around about possibly missing luck-granting artifacts from museums, galleries, and personal collections.

And apparently, one thing Quackfaster and Goldie shared was that they didn’t like their respective tasks being interrupted by Scrooge’s loud laments. Was she upset about Glomgold getting the Comb first? Sure. But Scrooge was a Drama Queen about it.

“What am I to do now! I should abandon adventuring! This defeat is too humiliating…” he went on.

“Uh-huh,” she tossed a book to him, aiming for his head. It hit him and he turned around.

“Do you have to kick me while ah’m down!” he snapped.

“Yup. Remember, he snatched that thing under my beak too, and you don’t see me rolling in the carpet lint! Just tell me when you’re done with this so we can get back to the search because that book was useless!” she took another book from the shelf. “So, I had it join you so you can be useless together.”

Scrooge frowned, “Ye are right, useless…” he picked the book and looked at it with a sorrowful expression. Then his face shifted, the lines growing harsher, eyes blazing.

“How even dares he?” he clutched the book so hard Goldie thought he would rip it to pieces, “To go there and just get it through some, some, cockamamie scheme of his! Well, if he wants the stupid comb, he may have it! I don’t care! I’m going to find a better treasure! There must be something here, something I can go look for! There!” He reached for a random scroll from a shelf, unwrapped it roughly, and looked through it!

“Blasted, useless piece of old parchment!” he rolled it roughly, almost tearing the corner of and proceeded to push it into the container with little regard.

“Be careful with those,” Quackfaster chided from her desk, “you are in a library after all!”

“And what, only librarians have the right to treat books badly?” Goldie sneered, “Or is throwing books at unsuspecting readers part of the job description?”

Quackfaster opened her beak to retort but was cut off by Scrooge's angry ramblings, “Haggy horrendous hogwash!” He said as he opened and skimmed through another scroll. He haphazardly placed it back on the shelf.

Then Scrooge searched the shelf frantically and noticed something high up. Instead of going for the library ladder that was less than three feet away, he started climbing the shelf like an overgrown spider.

Goldie was fuming by this point. She got up, grabbed Scrooge’s cane from the floor, and reached up with it, hooking Scrooge around his leg. Then she pulled down, making Scrooge tumble from the shelf, bringing a few books with him. He landed on his rear and looked up at her, disgruntled.

“Hey, I don’t care about what is going on in there,” she flicked his forehead with a finger, “but this is not just about your ego being bruised, remember?”

“My ego? Like yours isn’t bruised because he got it before you!”

“I’m not saying it isn’t but I’m not the one wallowing like miss Tenderheart because Mr. Handsome is not returning her letters of affection

“I’m nea wallowing!” he pouted.

“Oh really? Because what I see is a wallowing old man, who might just be out of his prime!”

“What did you just say?” Scrooge frowned.

“Oh, nothing,” she said, turning around, playing with her hair while casually looking through the titles of the books on the shelf, “just if you are sooo easily deterred, you might not be in your prime anymore, that is all…”

“You vexatious vixen, I know what you are trying to do!”

She looked over her shoulder, “Is it working?”

“Hmph…aye, it is. You know me too well….” he reluctantly admitted, and she smiled, satisfied with herself. “Since when do you care about things other than getting to that treasure first?” he asked her.

“Who said anything about me caring about anything more than that? I still want to get it from him!”

“Then why are you here, helping me out why he found it instead of just breaking into his office and getting the Comb for yourself?”

“Oh, don’t be so smug! No person with even a bit of common sense would like to live in the world where that man holds any more power!”

“Right…, well. Yer, right!” he got up and straightened his coat, “We need to put a stop to him.”

“And when I’m not?” she handed him his cane.

He looked at her with a frown, but continued, “We are a couple of the greatest explorers and treasure hunters in history. We won’t be beaten by that fake Scotsman. Quackfaster,” he asked, somewhat calmer, “did you get any information?”

Quackfaster studied the two for a moment, deliberating whether fighting them over the treatment of her precious books was worth it, and sighed, “Nothing is missing from any of the museums or collectors I’ve contacted. I’ve even called Athens to see if they are missing any of Fortuna’s artifacts and they are all there! How likely is he found another?”

“Glomgold? That man couldn’t find his own beak without looking in the mirror!” Scrooge commented. Just as he was about to re-join Goldie in their research, his phone rang, “What?”

Someone on the other side said something in a slightly frantic voice.

“THEY WHAT?!?” he groused. “How in the dismal downs have they managed to…” he rubbed his temple with his free hand, looking more frustrated and worried than he did the whole morning.

The person on the other side, a man by the sound of it, answered something.

“Aye, Gyro, lad, I’m coming over,” he hung up and let out a heavy sigh, clearly refraining from punching something.

“What was that about?” Goldie asked. Now this was a genuinely concerned Scrooge.

“Gyro ordered some parts for his newest project. Special delivery. All those stamps about it being fragile, important, dangerous material, that it has to be given to Gyro personally, were on it. And we had it delivered through my personal delivery service no less. And somehow those, those, daft deliverers managed to lose it!”

“Let me guess, if the wrong hands get to whatever your mad scientist ordered, it might cause global destruction?”

“Well, perhaps not global, but city-wide, sure. I’m off to solve this issue, you do…whatever…not like this was productive anyways, curse me kilts can this day get any worse?”

The two women watched him grumble out of the library and then, once he was in the hall, heard a litany of Scottish curses.

“Well, this will have to continue later,” Goldie tossed one last book over her shoulder, letting it tumble on the ground, satisfied with Quackfaster’s scowl.

“Oh really? First you barge in requesting I let you in the archives and skim through the trials, and now you just stop? So, what wise idea do you have now?”

“I’ll go get results. My way!” Goldie smirked and left the stuffy archives, very much bent on committing a minor crime.

….

If there was one thing you could say about Gladstone, it was that the man had flair. No matter what, comedy or tragedy, a day on a beach or a horrifying trek through the woods, he always knew how to make things big.

He was in the bar-room, the one next to the salon where he hosted the boys and Fenton. The room was filled with pizza boxes, almost every available surface including a good percentage of the floor, covered with them. The entire space looked like someone decided to place pizzeria storage in a luxurious sitting room and let a downtrodden rich man sulk in the middle of it.

He wasn’t certain what urged him to call every pizza delivery place in the city. He had a feeling it would make things better, perhaps.

It didn’t.

He lay on his stomach, sprawled across a chaise like a heartbroken prince from a romantic novel after his chosen one left him for a stable boy. He was dressed in a lavishly expensive bathrobe in green velvet, drinking wine from a crystal glass.

“Well, that is one thing I have left, my friend,” he said to a small horse statue standing on the end table, “my flair!”

He let his head fall limply on the silk cushion unwilling to change his position in the slightest. He felt empty, like his life was over, worthless, like an old, empty box drifting in the ocean.

He grabbed a slice from a Green Stone Pizza box. When he called, he was told that they were having a game, if anyone guessed the exact date of the owner’s daughter's wedding, they would get 5 pizzas for free.

He said February 26th next year. He was right.

A decent number of pizza boxes in the house got there in a similar manner.

1000th customer.

Guess the number.

10000th customer.

Gladstone sighed. He didn’t know why he felt the way he did. He didn’t like feeling the way he did.

It all started right after Donald and Scrooge freed him from that spirit in Macaw. He felt the same pit in his stomach, the same loss at the realization he must’ve relied on his luck a bit too much.

Then a golden yacht stopped him from thinking too much.

Why would he feel that way? He was Gladstone Gander, he was amazing. He had everything he wanted, he deserved his luck. He was living his best life, life in a lap of luxury. Life those around him envied him for, that they would do anything for.

But then, a disaster struck. That good-for-nothing Phantom stole his luck, and he was left to fend for himself. His luck was awful that day. He felt like Donald. In one moment, he looked like Donald.

He was grateful to Webby and her friend for saving him from the misery of living on with the awful luck. He was the amazing Gladstone Gander again, the luckiest person on Earth. Once again, all was right with the world, the stars aligned the way they should be so Gladstone could live the life worthy of an extraordinary person such as himself.

Not the luck that befell his unfortunate cousin.

Except, one day he was sitting in a bar and managed to overhear a conversation next to him.

“Just wait till you hear about the day I just had,” a young female dog said as she took a seat next to him. Her suit was dripping wet, and he was about to give her the free coupon for a hair salon visit because, gosh, she needed it.

“So firsts of, I leave the house, my umbrella breaks,” the woman continued her story, ”And I was going to a meeting! You know, the most important meeting of this quarter, where I was supposed to present my project!” She sighed at her faith and Gladstone thought to call Donald to check if something happened, something that might’ve caused his cousin’s poor luck to somehow transfer itself to this woman sitting next to him.

“Oh I feel you, girl,” the other woman said, “the same thing happened to me when I was applying for an internship!”

“Oh wait, it gets better!” the first woman went on, “So, I go to the nearby market, to get myself a new umbrella, but the place is closed! And then, I decided to take the bus instead of walking, and, of course, the bus was late and the rain shield on the station is broken! Finally, I got to my office, I still had three minutes left, leave my jacket because it was completely soaked, put on a cardigan so I look somewhat professional, grabbed the things I need for the presentation, and rushed off to the conference room.

“And then as I was getting into the building, hurrying up, I see my boss. I’m not late, but you know him with “you have to be 10 minutes early, Roxanne,” so I’m trying to open the door of the conference room and get in but of course…”

“The keys are in the other pocket!” the other woman filled it in for her.

“Aren’t they always?” the bartender cut in.

“Worse! I left them in the jacket which was back in my office!”

“Oh, lord…”

“Uh-huh, but it gets even better!” Roxanne smiled somewhat hysterically, “As I’m taking the keys from the jacket, I realized I forgot the USB stick my presentation was on, and I reach into the pocket I put it in and…it’s not there. But there is a hole just large enough for it to fall out…”

As she went on talking about the horrible day she had, the bartender joined in, telling his stories of daily unlucky horrors.

Listening to these people sharing their woes and, weirdly, starting to laugh at them after a while, he realized-the when the girls helped him, he wasn’t facing Donald’s luck.

He had the luck of regular, ordinary Joe-shmo.

When this realization hit him, he had two thoughts.

Firstly, how the hell was Donald still alive if regular luck involved getting locked out of the bank, being sprayed with dirty water before your date, stepping on a rusty nail and needing a tetanus shot, and all the other things he heard from that same trio in the bar.

He could remember what Louie said to Donald that day in Macaw, about Donald’s tenacity.

Gladstone used to believe that he was the coolest person in the world. As much as he loved his cousin, a part of him believed he was superior to them. He always thought that having his luck, being what he was, made him great. Better than everyone else, that he had his luck because of some nebulous trait of his that made it so he was the one who deserved it and that he was even better for having it.

But…what if he was wrong?

The truth crashed down on him and crashed down hard.

He wasn’t as determined as Della, nor as smart as Fethry. He wasn’t as sharp as Louie or as clever as Huey nor quick on his feet like Dewey nor as skilled as Webby.

Lord knows he wasn’t as brave or as tough as Donald was.

Hell, even that Roxanne girl was clearly more resourceful than him because even after appearing at a meeting in an old cardigan, late, soaking wet, and lacking materials necessary for a presentation she managed to pull through and get her project approved.

What if whatever higher force was responsible for him having his luck saw how little he had to offer and it stuck him with luck, so he didn’t make a complete fool out of himself in life.

Was he making a total fool out of himself in life?

Did he have anything to offer?

Were Scrooge and Donald right, was he just a complete layabout.

Well, he would prove them wrong! How hard would it be to get a job?

Turns out, he found one thing where his luck would not really help him. Because, even if he got an interview for a certain position, his lack of experience and degree would usually get him rejected immediately.

Finally, his luck smiled back at him and he was offered a lucrative opportunity for a secretive rich man from Duckburg. Sure, in retrospect, a shady man offering him a job in a shady alley seemed, well, shady, in retrospect. Like something from a crime drama.

Except, he thought it was just TV stuff. Not something that happened in real life.

By the time he realized who he was working for, it was too late. He was working for Glomgold. He wasn’t sure whether his luck was fading or was his sheer dumbassery enough to break his own luck and get him in the situation where he is working for Scrooge’s greatest rival.

But one thing was certain. Nobody could know about it.

And then he bumped into the kids. The ever-observant wonderful little Donalds.

He seriously wondered if Phantom Blot was roaming around again but in every other aspect, his luck seemed to be working fine.

The kids figured it out. He felt a sting of guilt at pushing Green-bean and Blue Sky away. Those two and their friend in a ridiculously outdated suit probably only had good intentions.

But if word got to Uncle Scrooge…

No, that was one thing he was determined this time. He would not go wail to his family. He knew he was in a pickle, Dewey yelling at him only made it clearer. And somehow, he would get himself out of that pickle.

As soon as he was done with his daily luxury meditation…and maybe a few more pizza orders…

…..

As she watched the old con-woman leave the library, Quackfaster sighed. She couldn’t even say this was unusual. Scrooge’s laments were common in the archives, a place where he often visited after failed adventures, looking for one last clue.

She had a feeling Goldie’s way included way fewer books and way more breaking and entering but she decided she didn’t care. Not only was she particularly worried about the person whose house Goldie O’Gilt was about to break into, but she also wasn’t an officer of the law and didn’t much care for it.

Except for the law of the archives.

Which both Scrooge and Goldie held in high disregard so Quackfaster getting them out and doing so quickly was actually a plus.

Still, she had to agree with O’Gilt on one thing-living in the world where Glomgold has more power was a terrifying concept. So, she reached her mobile phone to call the Berlin Museum head curator. Sure, due to time zones the man was probably getting ready for bed, but he was a personal friend. He would answer to her.

That’s when she noticed a text on her phone.

11 NEW MESSAGES FROM LOUIE DUCK (THE GREEN ONE)

If that child is trying to find another get rich quick scheme…

Still, she was not an archivist to Scrooge McDuck for no reason. Curiosity won and she opened the message.

Hi Miss Quackfaster

Sorry to bother you (again).

But can you please tell me if there is some luck-granting magical object?

I promise I’m not asking for myself

And it’s not the “I’m asking for a friend” situation, I’m really asking for something important.

I pinkie promise!

Wait, I said that last time and I lied…

I swear on my part of inheritance

There

Now you know I’m saying the truth

So please, can you tell?

Quackfaster frowned.

In any other scenario, she would ignore the boy’s message. This wasn’t the first time he was asking about magic items. But, could it be a coincidence?

Even for this family that would be too much.

The kids were apparently trying to solve the mysteries to…

Well, she had a feeling she should go tell her boss about this

And she would. But first, Emily Quackfaster decided she deserved a cup of tea.

….

Dewey and Louie stood in front of the suite door, each with a pile of pizza boxes in their arms. They asked one of the delivery people to take the order to the doors instead and the guy did not complain. After that, Fenton left for the lounge as they all agreed he was probably right when he said Gladstone might have an easier time talking to just his nephews.

With both of their head fully in the game, two brothers were on a mission-finding a way to get Gladstone to tell them exactly what was going on, how he got into the mess he was in, and then figure out how to help him to get himself out of the said mess. And their time was even more limited than they initially assumed since, on their way into the hotel, Louie realized that he made a mistake.

Earlier, he texted Quackfaster.

Quackfaster, who was a librarian.

At McDuck archives.

The same archives where Uncle Scrooge and Aunt Goldie were.

And then she would tell Scrooge about the text and Scrooge would realize that they were also looking for the truth behind the Comb mystery and then he would call him like, “Louie, lad did you figure something out?” and Louie would try to manoeuvre his way out but there was only about a fifty-fifty chance of that working and the entire story would unravel and…

Yup. They had to act quickly.

Dewey and Louie looked at each other, nodded and then Dewey knocked on the door.

“Go away, I don’t need room cleaning today!” Gladstone’s voice came from the inside.

“It’s pizza delivery, from Olives and Oregano!” Louie said, altering his voice slightly.

“In that case come in, the door is open,” Gladstone’s sounded a bit distant as if speaking from a few rooms into the suite, and he seemed unusually unenthusiastic

Dewey pushed the door open, and they walked into the foyer that was filled with pizza boxes. The double door they assumed led to the sleeping chamber was closed, but the way into the living area was cluttered with more pizza boxes.

They waded through the mess, into the salon, and then into the bar area.

There they found Gladstone, spread miserably across a chaise.

“Just leave the food wherever,” he said without lifting his head to look at them. “And there is 20$ on the bar, that is for the tip.”

“So, are you trying to get into world records for most ordered pizzas or something?” Dewey asked as he placed his pile on a bar stool, the only unoccupied surface in the entire room.

At the sound of Dewey’s voice, Gladstone sputtered, choking on the slice of pizza he was eating as he snapped his head around to look at the boys. He tried to get up quickly, so quickly he slipped from the chaise and fell to the ground. Or rather, he fell on the pile of cushions right under the chaise.

“Wha-“ he coughed up the offending bite of pizza, “Blue sky?”

“Yup!” Dewey said, “And not just me!” he pointed to Louie, “Taaadaaah!”

Gladstone looked between Dewey and Louie, seeming a bit skeptical as he took in their determined faces. "Little Donalds? What are you doing here?”

“Getting you out of this flunk!” Louie said.

“I’m not,” Gladstone tried to get up from the floor with some dignity, He closed his robe and cleaned of pizza crumbles, trying to make himself somewhat presentable “I’m not in a flunk!”

“Uh-huh, so you are what? Organizing the party for the entire city but nobody showed up?” Louie asked, his gaze unrelenting.

“Um…think fast!” Gladstone grabbed a pizza box from the floor, threw it at the boys, and tried to make a break for it towards the salon.

Dewey grabbed the box, taking a step back and crashing into Louie and they both stumbled, leaving an opening for Gladstone.

“Dew!”

“Sorry, sorry,” Dewey said, tossing the box away and immediately chasing after Gladstone. “reflex”

While Gladstone’s luck allowed him to step right where there were no boxes, he couldn’t match Dewey’s dexterity and acrobatics as the boy jumped between them, eventually performing quite an impressive leap and landing in front of Gladstone right as he was about to pass through the arch that separated the salon from the foyer.

“Nuh-uh,” Dewey wagged his finger, “come on Uncle Gladstone, you can tell us what is going on!”

“Nope, nope, I can’t!” he tried to turn around and return the way he came from, but Louie was behind him, blocking the path.

“Seriously? What, are you going to keep me here until I say how I got into this trouble?” he realized his mistake immediately as Louie grinned.

“So, you are in trouble!” Louie’s eyes gleamed, “I knew it!”

“Gee kid, way to sound devastated!”

“Sorry, sorry! I don’t like you in trouble, I just like being right!” Louie shrugged. “So, what kind of trouble are you in?”

“Ok, how do I make you understand that I can’t tell you? Which language will you understand? Ich kan nicht saggen! Non posso dire! Ne mogu reći! Non possum dicere!”

“Maybe try sign language?” Dewey suggested.

“Still counts at telling!”

“Wait, wait, wait, hold up!” Louie asked, “Is this the I can’t tell you because I don’t want to or the I can’t tell you because I’m legally bound? Because if it’s the former please, cut the crap!”

“Hey, language!”

“Oh, don’t pull an Uncle Donald now! Which is it? Is there like, a contract? You signed a contract, right? Now you’re afraid to break the terms!”

“Ummm…no, no there isn’t a contract, I, I mean there is one but that is not a problem!” for a split second, Gladstone’s eyes turned towards the sleeping quarters' door.

Louie smirked. Gladstone had to have a copy of the contract and it was somewhere behind that door. And he was not above digging through his uncle’s stuff to solve this one.

“Hey…NOPE!” Gladstone picked up on Louie’s intentions. “No, guys it’s not what you think!” He tried to rush to the door, but Dewey and Louie worked together like a well-oiled machine. Before Gladstone could even take a step, Dewey grabbed both of his arms, keeping him in place while Louie slipped by Gladstone and ran into the foyer. “Oh come on! Let go!”

The door wasn’t locked-as if that would stop Louie-and he rushed down the luxurious hallway, through a small sitting room, and then into the bedroom the size of the manor’s den.

Louie didn’t pay attention to any of the luxuries, tempting as they were. Instead, he scanned the room for possible hiding places. The bedside tables were empty, the bed made, there were a few vases with dried flowers in the room.

He heard the struggling steps coming towards the room. It sounded like two people fighting against one another with one person dragging the other after them, even as the dragged one desperately tried to stop the first.

“Come on kid, let me go! Green Bean, please, let it be, I’ll get out of this one! Just…ugh…Dewey, let go! You won���t find the contract! I hid it well!”

Louie casually approached the bed, checking both pillows and under the mattress. He doubted even Gladstone would hide the paper there, but it was worth a shot.

“See,” Gladstone, having finally dragged himself over said as he entered the room. “No contract!”

“But you said that I won’t find it because you hid it well,” Louie said, grinning wickedly while Gladstone’s facepalmed. “So, the contract exists, you have it, and it must be here somewhere!” he walked into the large walk-in closet that led into an even larger bathroom.

He was trying to refrain from ogling everything, but he had to admit-the suite was truly impressive. Not the type of décor he would use for his dream manor, but still gorgeous and somewhat up his alley. But there were other things he had to focus on other than figuring out how much the marble tiles were worth.

Think! he said to himself, If you were Gladstone, where would you hide the contract. You are not someone dealing with his on a daily, you don’t have a place such as The other bin to hide important stuff. You are not like Mrs. B who could probably hide a dead body from a bloodhound. You are not even like a parent who had to hide Christmas presents. Where would you get ideas for hiding things?

Spy films.

Mystery novels.

TV series about hiding from the evil government.

He looked around the bathroom trying to find any place an allegedly smart character from a film might hide something. Someplace that would be glaringly obvious to an experienced eye, but impressive enough to keep the suspension of disbelief for the audience.

He knew where he would hide his contract. He didn’t want to think about that place on an off chance someone was somehow listening into his thoughts, but he knew of a few great hiding places in the manor.

However, he was trying to deduce where Gladstone would hide his contract. Vases were too obvious, so were the drawers…or were they…

A lightbulb lit up in Louie’s head and he rushed back into the main part of the bedroom and bolted for the bedside tables. In the corner of his eye, he noticed that Dewey and Gladstone still struggled against one another.

“Green-bean, come on you don’t think I would just…no, no Louie don’t-ouch!” he yelped and there was a sound of a body falling to the ground. “Dewey let me go!”

“Louie! Hurry up!” Dewey shouted, “I have to wrestle him down! You are weirdly fit!” he said to his uncle.

“Free yearly personal trainer services subscription! I got it from-wait, why am I bragging? No time for that!” Gladstone struggled against Dewey, “Come on, let me go!”

“Lou, hurry up!”

“I am, I am, Louie said as he pulled the drawer entirely from the bedside table and…nothing. “Shit!” he cursed, and proceeded to crawl over the bed to the opposite e bedside table, pulled the other drawer out as well and…

Still nothing.

“I told you, I hid it well! Just let it be!” he sagged on the carpet, Dewey sitting on his back. He was cautious, waiting for Gladstone to start struggling again.

“No way, we’re not leaving you to be used by Glomgold for his gain!” Louie jumped off the bed and looked around the room, trying to find another hiding place.

“Right, I’m sure Scrooge hates seeing this guy win something…”

Louie turned around, “What?! You think this is just about Scrooge? We’re here to help you!”

“Well… it’s not not about Scrooge,” Dewey shrugged, “just to be transparent!”

Louie rolled his eyes at his brother, “Ok, I will say, it’s also somewhat about Scrooge,” he turned on his heel and approached Gladstone on the floor. “Nobody wants to share the roof with Scrooge while Glomgold is doing something successfully, he gets awfully moody. But even if you signed the contract with someone else, even if it was an ally, even if it didn’t influence us directly in any way, we would still try to help you!”

“Yeah, you’re our uncle! We love you!” Dewey added, letting go of Gladstone but still sitting on his back..

“You seemed annoyed by me, like Donnie and Scrooge…” Gladstone muttered into the carpet.

Dewey winced, looking to Louie for help.

“Well, no offence but you can be annoying,” Louie said bluntly, yet with a hint of amusement tinting his voice. He sat in front of Gladstone while Dewey slipped of his uncle’s back, “But so can this dunderhead right here!”

“Yup and so can he!” Dewey scooted over to Louie, throwing his arm around his brother. “And then there is Huey…”

“Huey the annoying…” Louie joked.

“Kind of annoyance!”

“The emperor of annoyance!”

“Point is, family annoys one another, that is part of the deal!”

Gladstone sat up and looked at his nephews, smiling nostalgically, “Ok, ok fair. God knows Donald, Della, and Fethry all annoyed the hell out of me when we were kids. But…ugh, I don’t want to be just the helpless family member that always gets in trouble! There, I said it!”

“You think we’re not rescuing each other all the time?” Dewey asked, “The number of times Huey and I had to rescue this idiot…”

“Almost surpasses the number of times Huey and I had to save this idiot” Louie said in return, “Look I get if you want to try to get yourself out of this one,” Louie said, “but allow us to help. We don’t think less of you because of it. We simply dealt with Glomgold before, we know how he functions. And I know how contracts work and how to find loopholes. And trust me, there is definitely at least one in whatever Glomgold has scribbled down.”

Gladstone wanted to protest, but not only did he have a feeling that no amount of luck would help him against the combined determination of the two brothers, he was genuinely touched by their insistence. Besides, a very adult part of his brain was telling him that it wouldn’t be right to break down on two young teens who were already doing a lot to help him anyways,  “Ok, thanks kids. Sorry I’ve been a jerk today,” he scratched the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly.

“Yeah, well, sorry we weren’t direct immediately,” Louie said in return.

“No, no, don’t apologize, you are trying to save mine but! Ugh, why do I always get myself into these situations!”

Louie looked at him, his eyes narrowed, “Do you want an honest answer?”

“I’m not sure…yes?”

“Ok, you are naïve!”

“Wow Lou,” Dewey elbowed him lightly, “way to kick the man while he is down!”

“No, no, Blue sky, he is right! I’m an idiot!”

“No! Not stupid, naïve,” Louie pointed out, “Uncle Gladstone, look, you can be really cool, ok? And you were the only one who was there for us back when we lived with Donald. And, while we’re on that topic, he won’t tell you this, but he actually really appreciated it. Even as you were probably a bit braggy, looking in retrospect. But you can also be more oblivious than a 60-yea-old housewife at an MLM meeting.”

Gladstone nodded, “I know. I never figured that before, you know,” Gladstone said, “I guess you do. I wanted to find something I’m good at, but I’m only good at using my luck and,” he shrugged, “now we’re here.”

Louie winced. He suddenly felt bad about all the stuff he said about Gladstone earlier. His uncle lacked basic life skills, mostly because he never needed them. However, he also had a decent amount of knowledge on certain topics, “You’re also knowledgeable about luxury items,” he said, “You’re the only person other than Mrs. B who I saw being able to hold a conversation with Daisy about different fabrics and stuff! And Daisy has a fashion degree!”

“Hey Green-bean, thread count is an important topic!”

“See, I don’t even know what threat count is! And you speak what, 7 languages? One of them being sign!”

“See, it’s not true that you’re only good at using your luck. I’m sorry if we implied that.” Dewey said.

“Yeah, sorry.”

“Naw, nothing to apologize for!” he waved it off, “It did feel weird to have you kids roll your eyes at me, the cool uncle,” Gladstone said, smiling at them.

“Well, you’re the last one we stopped idolizing too much, I guess,” Louie shrugged, “get used to it, ask Uncle Donald, mum and Scrooge for the advice we do it to them plenty!”

“And we’re entering puberty! We’ll be insufferable now!”

“Awww, you two think you can beat the original Duck cousins!” Gladstone teased, pulling them both into a hug and tussling their hair “that is adorable!”

“Ok, so, enough mushy stuff,” Louie pulled himself from the embrace, “You are still cool but  signing a contract without reading it…yeah that was…that was dumb…”

Gladstone smile sheepishly, “I, I know…I read it later and…they bamboozled me good! Oh also, Louie, the contract is-“

“Found it!” Louie pushed his hand into the nightstand compartment where the drawer used to be, feeling the upper surface and finding a document stuck there.

“How?!” Gladstone blared at him.

“Well, I know you adore that film with Italian tourists getting wrapped up with a spy ring and they hide some important documents like that in that movie, so I figured!”

“Ok, the cat is out of the bag now,” Gladstone said, “See, this is why I was hesitant about you seeing the contract. I think you will have to call your magic friend for this one since I probably broke this direction…” he pointed to a line in the text.

Louie frowned, “Why would that mean I should call Lena, it’s just using-“

“Turn to the last page, Louie,” Gladstone said, cringing.

Louie turned the page, saw the signatures, and facepalmed like he never facepalmed before, “You signed it with magic ink?! Uncle Gladstone!!! Why?!?!?!”

“I don’t know, ok? I know it was stupid!” Gladstone wailed.

“Magic contract? Again? NOOOOOO!!!!!” Dewey sunk to the floor.

Louie got an idea, looking at the signatures again, “Oh, wait, wait, maybe…Aw, phooey!”

“What?” Dewey, quickly getting to his feet, and Gladstone both looked over Louie’s shoulders.

“So Glomgold’s legal name is still Duke Baloney. So whatever he signs as Flintheart Glomgold is about as valid as if I signed legal documents as Green-Bean Duck. And once I managed to invalidate a contract with him by using that little fact, but it seems like he took that lesson to heart,” he pointed to Glomgold’s signature. Duke Baloney, it said in fancy cursive.

“I don’t get it, why doesn’t he change his legal name! It’s not hard people do it all the time! Hell, I did it when I legally took Turbo as my second middle name!”

“Dewford Turbo Dingus Duck…” Louie snickered.

“Hey, I didn’t choose the Dingus part, Llewellyn!” Dewey said into his face.

“Ew, ok, ok, I concede!”

“So I am doomed?” Gladstone asked.

“Not yet! Give me a minute….” Louie skimmed through the contract. It was decently written, without too many glaring mistakes and loopholes. He still noticed a few minor issues, lines that didn’t work right, things that could possibly be used, and put a pin in each and every one of them. Some phrases were a bit off as if someone who didn’t have a full grasp on idioms wrote it, so he assumed it was Glomgold’s moonlander assistant who worked on a decent part of the contract.

Weirdly enough, parts he assumed were written by Gibbous were legally sounder than those he assumed Glomgold wrote himself.

He then checked the line Gladstone pointed to and a smile spread across his face as gears started to turn in his head and a plan started to form. He flipped two pages back and looked through the contractor requirements and…yup, there it was.

“What, what? Lou, you got something?”

“Yup! Gladstone, you didn’t break any rule. Whoever wrote this part, and I’m going to say it was Glomgold because it brings me more satisfaction, made a small mistake. The hireling shall not explicitly discuss the terms of the contract in public spaces or platforms. They shall also not discuss the terms with any of McDuck associates! And then they have the same condition for the employer.”

“Yeah, and you associate with Uncle McMoneybags! I’m doomed! Read what happens if I break the contract!”

“I don’t have to, because you are not doomed, you didn’t break anything. See, in legal terms, an associate is a business partner, or a partnered company or even an employee. Dewey and I aren’t. Just because you associate with someone, it doesn’t legally make you an associate!” Louie said with a sly smile.

“Ok, good!” Gladstone smiled widely, but his smile immediately fell, “How do I get out of it!”

“I told you, the same rule applies Glomgold!”

“Yeah, but he won’t go talking about it to Scrooge or Mrs. Beakley! And he won’t talk about it publicly!”

Unlike a very frustrated-looking Gladstone, Louie looked as if he didn’t have a care in the world, “So, we get him to talk! You were with him recently, I’m assuming, did he at any point spill the beans.”

“Ok, he almost spilled the beans back in Russia when some reporter asked him for details, the secret of his success!” Gladstone recalled.

“Yeah, he is weak for that.”

“But what reporter will help us?” Gladstone said, once again sounding desperate, “I can’t go to Roxane Featherly and ask her to interview him. She is not a McDuck associate but I would be speaking about it publicly…”

“Not like she would help us, that woman can’t stand Glomgold. Plus, if we’re going the media route, we would need a media space where we have full control!”

Gladstone nodded, “Yeah, like if there was a talk show held by someone we…know…Oh my God…”

Gladstone turned his head to Louie, grinning. Louie smiled back and then they both turned to Dewey.

“What, what? Ouuu…” Dewey’s smile grew, his eyes shone. He was bursting with excitement and then turned to Louie, asking with hesitation that seemed to contradict his demeanor, “Wait you’re serious?”

“Yup!” Louie smiled, “Dewey, get your equipment! We have a Dewey Dew-night episode to film!”

#fanfiction #ducktales 2017 #ducktales #scrooge mcduck #goldie o'gilt #emily quackfaster #scroldie #dewey duck #fenton crackshell cabrera #louie duck #gladstone gander #the mysterious appearance of gladstone gander #more ducktales adventures

[chidoroki]

TPN ch181

(spoilers! AAAHHhhaha..my children!)

Okay, so remember in my last review when I said I was impressed how Ray, Gilda and Phil managed to narrow down where Emma might be in the matter of a couple months? Well, I take it back because it hasnt been just a few months, it's been two damn years! Oh my god, I can't imagine how hard it must've been for everyone, especially our two boys, to search for so long without even getting on single clue about Emma's whereabouts. Some of the children still doubt whether she's alive or actually in this world with them or not.

(image limit, so imagine the panels of the Goldy Pond kids discussing the lack of clues and Thoma and Lani doubting the reward again)

Thankfully, Gilda gets the idea to search in forbidden zones which is where we see her, Ray and Phil. Speaking of which, oh my poor boy. This is the longest Ray has been without Emma by his side. I thought the one month after Goldy Pond was hard enough on him, but two whole years? Damn, I can't imagine the stress and anxiety he's been experiencing. He's still so frustrated too and gets so close to Emma without even realizing it. Then, surprisingly, his beloved family steps in to help? The people he personally couldn't save now come together to help him save the one person who originally saved his life. Like, hello?? I love this! Conny, who was another sibling he had to use in order to put his initial escape plan in motion to save Emma and Norman's lives, is now assisting him in saving Emma from being alone. Yuugo, who knows firsthand how important Emma is to Ray and how close they are. Isabella, knowing her son kept his promise as he's always set out to do whatever it takes to protect his entire family. The fact that Ray's lost family members can feel how strong his bond with Emma is and they jump in to help reconnect the two of them again.. just, wow. It may be all the rayemma week feels getting to me but that's like a damn soulmate occurrence if i ever saw one!

The two unknowingly pass each other again but thanks to Emma conveniently losing her necklace and finding it with perfect timing, they all finally encounter each other. Everyone expresses their complete shock and relief that they had finally found Emma, and while I am happy they their search ended up a success, the mood changes fairly quickly due to our girls lost memories. She hasnt the slightest idea who "Emma" is, who these people are or why they're so excited to see her. The kids wonder if they have the right girl, as they take notice of Emma's bare neck.

One look at the necklace in her hand though and Ray finally puts the pieces together. Honestly, I'm not at all surprised he's the one to figure out the true reward, as Ray has been very perceptive since the beginning. He's also always been openly honest and blunt when things get serious, so naturally he's the one who has to let everyone know this because while it's a sad truth no one wants to hear, or even believe, they all need to realize it, including Emma. Even Ray has trouble coming to terms with the sacrifice Emma made. He understands how hard it must have been for Emma to accept the heavy price of her forgetting the family she loves so deeply and he looks so broken when he realizes that. He must be feeling so guilty that he couldn't have been there with her when she made the new promise. He still puts the blame on himself and he's so upset that his failure lead Emma to live in a world alone without the family she cares for more than anything.

I wasn't too satisfied last chapter when demon god told us the real reward and Emma's response was a simple "okay," so I'm grateful we learned more about the conversation now in this chapter. She really did want to live her family. She even knew some of them might get mad at her for keeping a secret. She says it's a selfish request, for her to place such a heavy burden on herself, but what mattered to her back then upon accepting the reward is what has always mattered to her, and that's her family's happiness and safety. It wasn't just her loved one either, but for all the demons and cattle children. This girl truly has a heart of gold and demon god himself is left surprised. Of course I wish she didn't think she was being selfish since everyone did agree to follow her as their leader but aahh.. my poor girl.

Spoiling the very end now, but we dont get one last fullscore trio hug. Of course that upsets me since I thought it would've made such a perfect ending, but it makes sense now given how everyone's reunion with Emma happened. While their happiness and relief is completely understandable after searching two years and finally finding Emma, they overreact and this visibly freaks her out. Come on guys, last time I said to gently remind her of her past, not bombard her right away. Having a ton of strangers surround you and tell you such outlandish things is quite jarring. I'm glad she takes the chance to listen to everyone, but she just doesnt know these people well enough to suddenly hug them. I imagined a hug would've happened upon her recalling some of her memories somehow and feeling relived that she met the two boys she often once dreamt about, but oh well.

Norman takes this time to step in and ease some of the tension, saying how happy he is that Emma's alive and even reiterating some of the things he said to her during his shipment scene. While this chapter soon shows how well the escapees have adapted to the human world and changed, it also puts an emphasis on the boy's true personalities that they showed since the very beginning. I've already mentioned above how Ray stayed true to himself, about him being open and honest to the others with the truth and even his own feelings. With Norman, I don't know the word for him really, but his speech about their family and his feelings remind me of ch1/ep1 where we see him trying to calm Emma down after seeing what they did at the gate. He stayed by her side and remained hopeful even though he was just as scared. Right now, I get the same vibes. He's just as upset as their family upon learning Emma lost her memories, but he still wants her to be apart of their family.

Although it seems like a very rushed way of tying up loose ends, I'm happy to hear about how well the children have been adapting in the human world. They're attending school and following their passions. They all look so happy! The entire Lambda crew is healthy and Cislo even has a prosthetic leg! The medicine made from Adam's dna was successful and also helped those children from the mass production farms. Mike Ratri and the clan are actually being helpful and trustworthy. I absolutely love Norman's comment about Ayshe not killing him! It really makes me smile and I assume that means she's forgiven him.. maybe. Her dogs were indeed able to cross over to the human world too and now there's even more! Chris is finally awake! They seriously have to fill the poor boy in on so much news though.

I get it. It took the entire story for me to understand but now I get Norman's intense feelings. He's been infatuated by this girl since childhood. He told us/Ray his feelings at age 11 then "gave his life" to give her a better chance at survival. He kept living just for the slight possibly to see her again. After almost two years, they reunite, only for about a week or two before they all cross over into the human world and Emma is no where to be seen. Another two years pass and while they all find her, she's almost a completely difference person. Yet Norman's feelings remain so sincere for her that he accepts this new Emma. He lets her know that the bright future she wished for came true. (me? speaking of noremma? even im surprised)

Her head might not have the slightest idea who these people are, but her heart surely remembers! Emma's feelings for her family were so strong that they persisted throughout these entire two years, even after she stopped having those dreams about them. Deep down, and without even realizing it, she loves them so much that it makes her cry.

“Why am I... Even though I don't know them. Though I don't know anything. Though I can't remember. Why... Does it feel warm, but also so painful in my heart? I wanted to see you.”

Seeing everyone else get emotional and expressing their feelings to her right back and having all of them accept this new Emma.. yeah, that has me in tears! Demon god truly underestimated these kids and how deep their love for each other went. Emma's family was never going to give up looking for her because, thanks to her influence, they also didn't believe anything was impossible. “Screw destiny” indeed! (also we never did learn the old dude's name or Emma's new one hm? odd.)

Did Emma get her memories back? No. Did Ray pat her head again so I could die from nostalgia? No, because I'm still here. Did we get a fullscore hug like I originally hoped? No, sadly. The ending isn't picture perfect but honestly, this is still okay. Our precious girl is finally reunited with her family again. Most importantly, they're alive. The trio are teenagers about 15/16 years old now, which amazing since they once believed they wouldn't see a day past the age of 12. Yet here they are, living happy and free in the human world without fear and killing, which is exactly what Emma wished for.

I can't believe the manga is truly finished. It feels like it all went by so quick, but perhaps that's only because I haven't been in the fandom as long as others, like if you've been here since the manga started then I applaud you and can't imagine how sad this must be after four years. The anime is what caught my attention and my love for this series only grew when I jumped into the manga right after season one ended. I must have binged all available chapters at the time in like three days, all the way up to ch129. Since then I've waited patiently week after week to see how this suspenseful story would pan out for out lovable and very large cast of characters. Each new twist and cliffhanger made my brain crazy and stressed me out but it was so great to experience them with everyone.

Also, big thanks to all of you who share your comments on these reviews of mine! Even though I started writing them pretty late into the story and at the most stressful time, it was great to hear so much feedback and experience the exciting finish with everyone. The manga may have ended, but don't let that make the fandom quiet! We still have future manga volume releases to look forward to, the live-action movie that is still set for this December along with a live-action series that was also recently announced. Most importantly, season two of the anime is still scheduled for January 2021! You can bet I'll do reactions for each episode as I normally do with other anime! The series still has so much more content to give us, especially if the anime continues to recieve future seasons over the upcoming years, so of course I'll give my thoughts on all that I can.

I give all my thanks and appreciation to Shirai & Demizu for such a wonderful and suspenseful story, for all the memorable characters and the stunning artwork. The series has truly become my favorite. That's right, I said it! My favorite. TPN has taken over Black Lagoon as my favorite series. (Revy can still keep her spot as my favorite character but I'll be damned if Ray isn't a really really close second.)

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #tpn ray #tpn emma #tpn norman #ray #emma #norman #chidoroki used chatter

[unrcpentant]

i came embarrasingly unprepared to this and i have no excuse…well…c’est la vie. i’m ac, 24, she/her and i hail from the unholy gmt+1 timezone. this is my boi julian, he’s an oldie but goldie. okay, this intro is just gonna be very short and basic because first of all…unprepared and second of all, i’m dumb ya know?

XAVIER SERRANO, CIS MALE, TWENTY FIVE, HE/HIM   ⟨  ✽  ⟩   hey, you haven’t bumped into  julian blake  lately, have you? they have been living here for the past  twenty-five years and during that time, locals have gotten to know them as  charismatic  &  clever.  a little birdie told me they can be quite  cunning  &  arrogant  though. explains why they’re a masters student in political science at whitby university.  they really remind me of  abnormally high standards, the burning feeling after taking a shot and smirks that infuriate.  if you’re ever looking for them, i bet you can find them around  conan & sons.

BACKGROUND & PERSONALITY:

to  keep  it  short  and  sweet. julian  was  born  in  spain... his  parents  were  young  and  broke  and  they  already  had  one  child  to  take  care  of. julian  wasn’t  exactly  planned  and  so  they  gave  him  up  for  adoption.. and  that’s  how  he  ended  up  with  the  blake’s.  they’ve  been  living  in  port  briar  for  ages,  well  on  the  outskirts  in  some  over  the  top  mansion.  both  of  his  dad’s  succesfull  in  their  respective  fields,  a  politician  and  a  lawyer.  which  would  explain  his  compromised  moral  compass....

he  was  definitely  an  easy  child  growing  up,  he  didn’t  get  in  much  trouble  and  just  kinda  took  care  of  himself,  very  independent  from  the  get  go. could  easily  find  entertainment  when  bored,  generally  dealt  very  well  with  boredom  tbh. it’s  supposedly  very  healthy  and  all  that.

around  his  teenage  years  he  started  becoming  more  influenced  by  his  peers  and  although  he  still  mostly  steered  clear  of  scandals  and  drama….you  could  always  kind  of  find  him  adding  fuel  to  the  fire. man  the  guy  loves  gossip  and  watching  people  fight  each  other  as  long  as  they’re  not  fighting  him.

anyway,  from  a  young  age  he  was  playing  soccer,  sort  of  a  homage  to  his  birthplace. he  was  good  and  he  only  got  better  with  age  but  he  also  grew  a  lot  more  distracted. see  he’s  not  really  that  good  at  fully  applying  himself  to  things  he’s  kind  of  the  master  of  half-assing  things  and  getting  away  with  it. king  of  bullshitting. truly  he’s  just  lazy  but  he’s  great  at  putting  others  to  work.

it’s  kind  of  how  he’s  gotten  through  college  so  far  as  well. with  a  major  in  political  science,  and  honestly  a  weirdly  good  business  sense,  he  could  probably  sell  sand  in  sahara. he’s  arrogant  but  just  charming  enough  to  get  away  with  it,  even  if  he’s  lying  through  his  teeth,  he  has  a  certain  way  of  sarcasm  that  most  people  don’t  catch  on.

he’s  on  the  whitby  soccer  team,  has  gotten  offers  to  play  professionally  but  it’s  like...a  lot  of  work  and  he’s  just  extremely  indecisive. so  when  whitby  approached  him  about  doing  his  masters  there,  he  kinda  accepted  without  even  really  thinking  about  it. kind  of  just  an  insane  excuse  to  put  off  making  a  decision  for  another  two  years. he  somehow  gets  away  with  half-assing  soccer  as  well  -  despite  actually  loving  it  -  showing  up  late  to  practice  or  with  hangovers  or  not  showing  at  all.

likes  to  be  the  smartest  person  in  the  room,  albeit  he’s  most  likely  not,  but  don’t  get  me  wrong  he’s  definitely  smarter  than  he  looks,  and  it  won’t  stop  him  from  acting  like  it. very  business  savvy,  knows  how  to  charm  a  crowd  even  if  that  crowd  is  simply  a  bunch  of  rich  old  men  gathered  around  a  table  in  a  conference  room. twisting  people’s  words  and  actions  to  his  benefit  is  also  kind  of  a  specialty  of  his. —   tbh  he’s  fairly  easy  to  deal  with  when  you  know  him,  he  may  think  he’s  super  clever  and  mysterious  but  he’s  just  kind  of  a  fool. his  humor  is  very  specific  and  yet,  you’ll  find  him  with  a  smile  on  his  lips  like  most  of  the  time,  even  if  it  is  one  you  kinda  wanna  smack  off  of  his  face. has  a  tendency  to  laugh  at  the  wrong  times  though,  don’t  take  it  ill…it’s  not  you. it’s  him.

drives  an  aston  martin  vantage  f1  edition  because  he’s  got  expensive  taste  okay,  although  he  obviously  has  several  choices  including  his  beloved  motercycle.  the  aston  martin  is  his  preferred  though.

he  lives  in  a  nice  apartment  on  high  street,  with  his  two  year  old  dobermann  called  zeus.  it’s  his  most  used  phrase  “  can’t,  gotta  take  zeus  for  a  walk  ”

#briar.intro #crawls back into my cave

[fictumlibrary]

so long, boys! i’ll send you a postcard from paradise falls!  —  descendants ocs & headcanons ; up.

a rundown of up and its role in auradon & the massive descendants project. trigger warnings for a death mention (old age).

with no humans left in paradise falls, it fell under the jurisdiction of auradon central by default. they mostly left the place alone unless there was trouble, though they did try to enact the animal legislation on kevin, aka they tried to turn her and her chicks into humans. they were never able to catch kevin, however, and so she and her babies were left as birds.

dug, on the other hand, was turned into a human alongside his three puppies, ace, goldie, and queenie. while it didn’t make as much of a difference as he had his collar, his children didn’t have the same invention, and so it was easier for them to communicate in human form.

for all intents and purposes, dug and the kids are part of the fredricksen family and all documents say as much. russell jokes and says carl ended up with three grandchildren in one night.

carl was active in the community, particularly with the wilderness explorers alongside russell, until his death several years prior to the start of the story. being the hero that he is, his passing was made into a big deal by the media, who attended his funeral. russell was annoyed by this, wanting to let carl go in peace, and the constant cameras made queenie upset. in the end, though, the family was comforted by the fact that he would be able to see ellie again.

russell started working at the wilderness explorers association part time as a teenager, turning it into a full-blown career by the time he was an adult. he currently runs the branch in his area and always involved his son teddy in his work from the moment he was born, wanting to do everything with him. much of this stems from his own father’s refusal to be part of his life. he hasn’t spoken to his father in at least a good decade, but he doesn’t mind as much nowadays.

teddy is very much his father’s son, an active scout and an accomplished one at that. he has plenty of badges on his sash, most of them pinned there by his father. he is adventurous and is always eager for a new challenge, though he does sometimes have a bad habit of running into things without fully thinking them through, wanting to face things head-on for better or worse. he is also skilled in other areas, playing several instruments, though he’s most proficient with the trumpet and the drums. he is a friendly face to most who know him and has a cheery personality that is infectious a lot of the time.

ace is a jock, that much was clear from the moment he could walk. he was always drawn to sports, no matter whether he was in his human form or dog form, and his family supported this. he’s good at sports, but he will sometimes act as though he’s better than he really is, showing off to whoever will watch. it’s fairly easy to make him stop, however, usually by doing what he is but better or grabbing goldie to shove some sense into him. as the eldest triplet, he often tries to act superior to his sisters, though the girls (goldie in particular) shoots him down quickly. despite his somewhat inflated ego, he’s a friendly person. he does often get distracted by squirrels and balls, though.

like her brother, goldie is good at sports, albeit different ones than him. she’s the most level-headed and focused of the triplets, often keeping her siblings (and teddy) in line when necessary. she’s also been the resident guard dog from a young age, always the one to bark when someone is at the door. she has a protective nature, but also knows when to quit and let her family take care of their own messes. she doesn’t always bark at her problems, however, and is quite eloquent when speaking, especially when arguing. it’s something that bothered carl sometimes, as she was able to get away with anything by explaining herself, and the puppy eyes were just as persuasive.

queenie is the most artistic of the triplets. painting and crafts were something she loved when she was young, dipping her paws in paint and creating jewellery for all of her family members. most of the homemade nick-knacks around the house are made by her and dug insists that any and all of her paintings are to be stuck to the fridge. when the fridge becomes too overrun, they go on the wall near dug’s bed. she is the quietest of the triplets, but has an abundance of curiosity, her dog nose able to smell many things that can sometimes lead her into trouble. she doesn’t consider herself brave like the other three are and often hides herself away in her dog form when something scares her.

teddy is part of the adventurer’s society, the school band, and the yearbook committee. ace is on the baseball and soccer teams while goldie is on the tennis, volleyball, and debate teams. queenie is part of the art club, dance team, and home economics club.

dug allowed his kids to choose their middle names when they were young. ace chose ‘kevin’, goldie chose ‘elizabeth’, and queenie chose ‘ellie’. russell and carl were quite proud.

ace often clashes with other jocks, such as evander dukes and kosmis kallas, as while he loves to show off, it comes from an innocent enough place where all he craves is attention and harmless praise. he never feels the need to put anyone down as he does so, unlike evander and kosmis, who will snub anyone they don’t deem good enough.

before carl passed away, the entire family was able to go on a proper vacation to paradise falls. teddy was a little disappointed that there was no life-threatening adventure, but everyone enjoyed themselves nonetheless. they were also able to reunite with kevin for the week that they were there.

charles f. muntz is on the isle along with his plane, which is stranded there, and no one else. he keeps to himself mostly, unless he’s leaving the plane to yell at the isle kids who decide to egg his house for funsies.

carl’s family were never happy about the isle decision. charles had died already, and russell will be the first to say that it’s insanely unfair that charles gets to live when carl has already passed away.

ben’s proclamation wasn’t a big deal to the fredricksens or the mins, mainly because they highly doubted there were any children there that they personally had to worry about. goldie’s protectiveness rises a little at the thought of them causing trouble for her and her family, but will leave things as they are unless they are directly affected.

#ocappreciation #allaboutocs #descendants oc #you can tell when i'm mad at descendants in some way #because i'll be back on my descendants bullshit #*mdp #*mdp teddy #*mdp ace #*mdp goldie #*mdp queenie #also paradise falls may be under auradon's jurisdiction #but kevin is the real queen of the place we all know it

[nightswithkookmin]

JIKOOK: ARE CONGRATULATIONS IN ORDER?

Disclaimer:

Everything expressed in here is my opinion. It is not intended to be malicious or disrespectful to any of the parties mentioned in here. Please do not hate on or send hate anyone mentioned in her expressly or by inference.

In my previous posts, I pointed out how this past year, from August 2019 to June 2020 has been a rollercoaster ride for Jikook. Their relationship has been all over the place with some even concluding they have broken up for good- you wish!

My inbox has been flooded with questions such as: Are they still broken up, are they good, are they married...

Y'all think I'd be here blogging at 1 AM for Tumblr if Jikook were married married?- Ok, I would. Lol

But No, Sis. Jikook aren't married. Not that I know of. But don't be sad though because THEY ARE BACK! Fully back to function. By that I mean Jimin mostly. Jk never left. Lol- I'll explain in a bit. But yes, I'm happy to report that they are Jikooking again!

I refrained from posting about their new moments especially this July moments because even though they've been back together after a long period of on and off again relationship during ON comeback through to festa season, and then May when JM finally asked for space in their relationship(see previous posts for details)

I've being unsure about Jimin. I've been anxious to know what the outcome of his asking for space to think things through would be.

Jikook have a push and pull relationship dynamic. We been known. Mostly when one steps back from their relationship for whatever reason, the other leans in to pull them back in.

Same thing has been happening from January where Jimin would be pulling one minute, the next he would be like meh and JK would be push to pull him back in.

That was the case in this (June-July) Japan comeback interviews. Jk was front center with expressing interest in JM pulling him whereas JM was like meh, I'm down for this baby but let's keep it professional for the group's sakes.

Just look at them here... (Photo of them at 2020 Japan interview where Jk said he was looking at JM)

See what I mean? Now you may not notice at first but look at JM's demeanor and compare it to moments in past interviews whenever JK is talking about him or their relationship.

Jk was on his flirting game which he usually is when he wants to break the ice with Jimin if there's been tension between them or when someone around is making a pass at JM and he wants them to know what's up- he ain't slick. Lol

At times too he takes the initiative to flirt when he is feeling super confident and cocky and hella bold and just wants to. Trust me, when he flirts with Jimin, IT IS NOT FOR FANSERVICE. He means that shit.

Now compare JM's body language in that Japan interview moment this one right here: (photo of JM and Jk at the interview where JK said from now on together)

Jimin usually acts very coy, giddy and whipped even around JK when JK flirts with him but most importantly he seems to egg JK on in such moments. He enjoys being claimed openly by JK just as much as JK loves being claimed by JM publicly- which is why as nervous as that makes him he keeps going back for more.

Now this is gonna sound controversial but I have seen JM tell Suga off at times when Suga has tried to initiate skinship with him. I won't show you the picture but you can watch it for yourself during the On Come back where they wore Purple and black. It happened right at the moment Suga touched JMs back. JM mouthed 'Hajima' to Suga to stop touching him. That's all I'm gonna say y'all. Lmho. Don't want trouble.

My point is, these boys have a filter. If they don't want something done to them they won't hesitate to say it or show it. Much like when JK pushed Tae's hand away during a VLive- and he's pushed JM off sometimes too. He is assertive more so than all the members. If he doesn't want something he won't do it or allowed it.

Suga asked him not to get the tattoos when he first expressed interest in them way back in American Hustle life. But he told them if army loves him they would love everything he does and not try to limit him. Jk does as JK pleases.

So yea, if JK didn't like what Jimin has been doing with him he wouldn't be around him much less reciprocate those feelings and actions and initiating them on his own at times. Their interactions are MUTUAL.

And yes, that was shade.

Jimin understands the guts it takes JK to take such initiatives with him and so he kinds of encourages Jk to go on with it or acts in a way that boosts JK's ego. Like when JK shouted 'arrest me' in the middle of an interview. Jk... SMH.

So it was a bit unsettling to watch JM not even try to flirt back with JK in moments like this like he usually would. Dude wasn't even initiating their shtick during this period first of all nor was he responding to them in a way he usually would.

Not sure the aesthetics he was going for here but it screamed let's keep this professional on camera and get naughty when we get home. Or much like, dude I asked for space and I'm realizing I like you just as much but stop coming on too strong.

Which frankly, is what the members have been asking them to do since October last year when the hashtag to cancel Jikook in S.K trended. So JM wouldn't be wrong to take such a stand....

Given that the crux of their issue has been that Jikook is developing into a brand almost independent of BTS' brand and this in a way is affecting the dynamics of the group, a little discretion wouldn't hurt.

The cheers for Jikook moments are getting louder and louder each year even at events such as awards and not just on stage. Jikook is taking a lifeform of it's own. Its becoming a brand almost as powerful as BTS' brand. They are a power couple or becoming one. Like or not. Their fans are becoming loud and large too. So often, lately, it seems they tend to steal the show and direct attention away from the band. It's crazy.

Tae literally had the floor, delivering his speech at the MMA 2019 but people weren't even paying attention to that at all. They were more interested in Jikook and whatever they were doing and they went nuts the moment JK held Jimin and even wilder when he placed his head on Jimin which is what lead to infamous standoff with RM.

JM had literally bumped his butt against Hobi's crotch region moments before the Jikook moment but the crowd didn't lose it as much. Please go back and listen to the deafening sounds of the crowd for yourself.

As much as we love Jikook, there are some that don't and they can be very loud. I'll leave it there. Please support Jikook. Thank you.

BTS had a whole concert end of October 2019 and the hashtag that trended was 'cancel Jikook.' That took away from the hardwork of the band and reduced it to a few seconds of two boys fanboying over eachother. That's.... sigh.

When you see it this way, the RM separating them at Jingle bell red carpet, on stage or even BigHit trying to regulate their Vlives make sense.

Moving on. So yea I wasn't sure about JM all this past few months especially as I believe he had asked for space in their relationship. You might not think much of it but given as JM had said in the past how if he had a lover he would want to be with them all the time and Jikook do spend a lot of time around each other but suddenly hear them talk about spending time apart and enjoying it and what not....

But I think I can stop worrying now because HE IS BACK! There is a new Jimin in town and he is taking names! Good for him!

And I don't mean his new hairdo this August. I mean the new attitude. This attitude:

In this interview he says he would take JK to an island which smart decision. I would take JK too cos dude can do anything, cant he?! Bless him.

But thats beside the point. What I think is happening here is, Jimin finally took a stand. He made up his mind and he is not getting pushed around anymore. Because this Jimin hasn't showed up in a while now. Now he seems quite defiant most times if you've been paying attention to him, so rebellious, so sure of himself. Good for him. Spending time to himself has done him some good. It's given him room to reflect and sort out his priorities.

He loves his work, his band and he loves JK and it's hard when all of those start rubbing against eachother. But Fuck professionalism. He is in love with JK and that is professionalism too. Add loving JK till the end of time to his profession bishes!! :p

Sorry. I got carried away.

But seriously, he seems like his old self but it's also a new self because he hasn't been that self for a hot minute. This is JK's sweat tastes like holy water Jimin. This is I promised Jk I will go to the moon with him Jimin, this is I wanna go on a trip alone with JK Jimin- but badder. If you are a hardcore JM stand like I am you'd understand what I'm talking about.

HE IS BACK BABY! Our daddy is back!

The point of this post is to say, I believe JM finally figured out what he wants. So now hopefully the up and down should die down because quite frankly it's hard to keep up with those two I swear! We need a smooth sail Jikook. Make it happen!

I love it. I love where this is going and I can't wait to see more of their interactions so cheers to Jikookers and congratulations to Jimin for putting his shit together. We wanted rain. We about to be hit with a tsunami of Jikook moments.

Stay blessed. Stay beautiful. Jikook forever.

Signed,

Goldy

#jikooktheories #kookmintheories #jikook analysis #kookmin analysis #bts jungkook #jikook fights #kookmin #jikook #bts jimin #jikook scenarios #jikook is not fanservice #its about to rain Jikook #jikook fluff #jiminshiii #bts angst #jungkook angst #jikook social media au #Jikook pride #gay pride #pride icons #pride #nightswithkookmin

[kaderp]

I wanna cry so: how was it to the boys to adapt to their new conditions?

OOOOOO! Ok so I actually have a WIP that's kinda like an aftermath that I never got around to finishing

But I won't lie, it was very hard for everyone involved.

Huey probably the hardest. All of his knowledge came from reading, and he couldn't do that without an audio book now. It wasn't that his eyes didn't work anymore, it's that they were completely gone now. Gyro and Fenton halted all projects to work on aids for the boys.

They worked for a month straight on getting a head gear made for Huey because for the first month Huey was just straight up not having a good time. He wouldn't leave his room, had trouble eating. He couldn't even cry when he wanted to anymore so he would just yell.

Whenever someone came into his room he'd immediately need to touch them to make sure they were there. Donald was by far his favorite person to receive hugs from and for hours on end Donald would read him books upon books.

Fenton, being closest to Huey out of the triplets wanted to do something special, so he modeled Huey's headgear and visor off of Gizmoduck's. Huey instantly loved it because even though he couldn't see it, he could feel that it had the same shape and material as the Gizmo suit.

Dewey tried his best to pretend everything was perfectly fine and would try to bounce around the mansion like her normally does. But with his ear canals destroyed, he had trouble balancing and would constantly get mad whenever he couldn't hear in on a conversation.

Since he's a pretty good actor for his age, everyone thought he was adapting pretty well, until he came running by the family from upstairs and didn't bother to look back to see if they were trying to tell him something. He was trying to pull of a stunt but lost his balance and tumbled over the ledge of the stairs. Thankfully he wasn't hurt any worse but his panicked screaming of not knowing which way was up and the initial shock brought everyone to their senses. Gyro was able to get a 3D model of the damage done to Dewey from the hospital and began working on making a headset.

There was a lot of tech needed to process all the sounds into vibrations due to Dewey losing all ear drum functionality, and all prototype models would fall out or put pressure on pain points. The only way to get everything to fit was to give him a giant headset which Dewey thought was pretty cool. He still does his talk show put not as often as he used to. He did however start drawing more, especially with Launchpad.

Della would pass by Dewey in the bathroom sometimes and he would be almost in tears trying to fix his headphones. He would grumble about how big they were and how they stuck out too much. So Della went searching through her old bins and found a small aviator cap and cut small holes for the headset's antennas to poke through. The next morning Dewey was ecstatic and would never take off the cap unless he was indoors.

Louie physically healed the quickest, but almost instantly became self conscious of the amount of scarring it left. He would become angry and then depressed fairly quickly when he realized that he couldn't smooth talk like he used to. He could barely make understandable sentences. Louie couldn't close his mouth all the way anymore and his tongue looked like it had been through a blender.

Everyone tried to play the guessing game and even though they meant well, it would always leave Louie in tears by the time he ran off. He, much like Huey would lock himself in random rooms and text constantly. Speech therapy helped a little bit an after the first 3 weeks, he was almost healed so everyone was trying to focus on Huey and Dewey's gear. While he understood why, Louie couldn't help but feel left out and abandoned. Louie hadn't taken off his hood for weeks and it was always tightened shut.

He'd end up just sitting in Scrooge's office for hours on end doing almost nothing, Scrooge's closet became almost a safe space for him. While Louie didn't think Scrooge knew about it, Scrooge most definitely did. Louie would accept nothing anyone has to offer and that's when Scrooge decided to get outside help.

As a last resort he called Goldie over and explained the situation. Normally she would laugh and hang up but this time she came over with no hesitation. Louie was honestly surprised she even cared and she even brought some stuff over. Goldie gave him a bandana that she totally didn't steal on the way over. It took some coaxing but she was able to get him to just talk about everything. And while she couldn't understand some of it, she knew better than to say so. She'd manage.

Louie for a short time even forgot that his words were very slurred and he had a strong lisp. He even began slowly learning the art of body language and hand signs from her.

Sorry for the long post! I got a little carried away lol

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #duck tales #disney #wise monkey au #huey dewey and louie #huey duck #dewey duck #louie duck #ducktales fenton #fenton crackshell cabrera #gyro ducktales #gyro gearloose #della duck #launchpad mcquack #ducktales scrooge #scrooge mcduck #goldie o'gilt #goldie ducktales

[emzalot]

What a Furry Ride

Chapter 13 Set in Episode 9 (last chapter in this episode)

Authors Note(PLEASE READ): Hi everyone! I know it’s been a really long 9 months hiatus...*nervous laughter* I’ve written this chapter about 8 times over, finishing it, hating it, getting distracted from the plot entirely, then forgetting all about the fic for a while- IT’S BEEN CRAZY. But, I’ve finally finished it. It’s not very long, but it’s right along with the plot and I am finally happy with it. I’ve spent 9 months HATING it! I refuse to post something I am not happy with because that just doesn’t make sense to me at all. I hope you guys enjoy it. I can’t wait to start writing chapter 14 which will start in episode 10! We’re getting closer to the finale! I love y’all so much. Thanks for sticking with me this long! MWAH 💖

Warnings: Nothing I can really think of...

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Derek stands on the front porch of what used to be his home. He leans against the post, listening to Dani’s heartbeat pounding from down in the basement she’s trapped inside. He hates that she’s caught in the middle of all this. He couldn’t help but think that if he had just stayed away, she wouldn’t be in this mess. She could be sitting in the bleachers with her family right now, living a happier, normal life, not knowing him at all.

Derek remembers the moment when he first saw Dani. It was the night of Scott’s first full moon, at the party Lydia Martin hosted. Half the school was there that night. Derek was there to keep an eye on Scott, but this overwhelming sweet scent invaded his senses, distorting his focus. He curses under his breath as he brings his fist to his nose and that’s when he saw her, the source of the sweet aroma. Perched on top of a table by the pool, her legs crossed, and her posture relaxed, leaning back on her left hand that was planted on the table and a drink in her right hand. The light reflecting from the pool danced across her face and her body giving her this soft glow.  Derek’s stomach twists into a pretzel, enthralled by the young woman sitting on top of that table, her sweet scent sinking into him.

Derek remembers the last time he saw Dani. Peter was pushing her into the back seat of his nurse’s car. He remembers how deafeningly silent that drive was. How the scent of her fear and anxiety filled the cabin of the small vehicle. The guilt twisting in his stomach was almost unbearable. Derek quietly reached back, between the door and the seat, brushing his fingers against her calf. He felt her silently grip his hand with both of her own. He immediately noticed how badly she was trembling. He brushed his thumb back and forth against her trembling fingers, trying desperately to give her some form of comfort before they reached their destination.

Derek returns to the present, staring out into the trees surrounding the house with a vacant expression. Derek inhales deeply, trying to push down every emotion and every feeling he has. He’s done it before and he can do it well, but it’s always hard on him.  If he’s going to do this, if Dani is going to survive, if Scott and Stiles are going to pull through, he must be self-controlled. All their lives depend on it, but his own life isn’t his priority. Not when it means keeping them safe. 

Peter steps out onto the porch, inhaling the chilly, February night air. It was as if the world and everything in it was right as rain to him. It made Derek sick. “I think it’s time to pay Scott a visit,” Peter says, wearing a soft smile.

~~🌻~~

Back at Beacon Hills high school, the energy is high and almost electric. The bleachers are jam packed with screaming and cheering family members and friends. The Cyclones are all jumping, whooping, hollering, congratulating one another and shouting, “State!” over and over again. They won the game. Beacon Hill’s high school’s very own lacrosse team is going to the state championships.

Scott pulls his helmet on and frantically looks around for his best friend he hasn’t seen the entire night. “Stiles!” He calls. The Cyclones come barreling off the field and into the locker room, cheering and shouting. Scott pushes his way through his teammates calling for Stiles. “Stiles. Stiles! Has anybody seen Stiles?” Scott whirls around, finding himself standing face to face with his ex-girlfriend. Scott’s mouth falls open slightly, his stomach twisting into an even tighter knot at the sight of her adorable, nervous smile.

“Uh- you were pretty awesome out there,” Allison says, nodding with a sweet smile.

“Thanks, you too,” Scott answers, immediately wanting to punch himself in the face. “I mean, that’s not what I meant-”

“No, no, I- um, did some pretty awesome cheering.” Allison smiles at Scott again. “You can thank me.”

“You did?”

“Totally. I went from, ‘Go, team, go,’ to ‘Defense, defense,’ without a breath.” Allison nods affirming what she said. “I brought my A game.”

One of Scott’s teammates interrupts them, excitedly stepping between them shouting, “State, state, state, state, state, state…” He fades off registering the look on Scott’s face that just said, ‘Drop dead, moron,’ and quickly scurries away cheering with his more enthusiastic teammates. Scott shakes his head and looks forward, finding Allison no longer where she was just a moment ago. He frowns, looking over to the doors, seeing Mr. Argent guiding his daughter back outside.

“Isn’t that just heartbreaking,” Jackson laughs mockingly, walking up to Scott. “Gosh, I bet it causes a lot of sleepless nights.” Jackson continues, “You know what though, McCall? I actually sympathize, which is why I want to make this mutually beneficial. You give me what I want, and I’ll help you get her back.”

“What?” Scott asks in disbelief.

“Well, three days makes it just in time for the Winter Formal. Uh, think about you taking her instead of me. And also think about all the things you’re able to do to get her out of some tight little dress by the end of the night. See how this could work out for everybody?”

Scott glares at Jackson as he continues.

“Three days, McCall.” Jackson whispers, patting Scott’s cheek. “Have fun,” He finishes, disappearing into the locker room.

~~🌻~~

Mr. Argent guides Allison back to the busy bleachers, his mind somewhere else entirely. He barely remembers the game even though he sat through the entire thing. He barely remembers the drive down to the school from his house if he’s honest with himself. His mind has been preoccupied on and off throughout the day about the same thing. He’s worried about Dani.

He worries about her in general with her becoming friends with Derek Hale and encountering the alpha at the school and so on. She’s caught up in a very dangerous game whether she knows it or not and he doesn’t like it. But ever since this afternoon when they talked in the backseat of his car, he’s become even more worried for her. She’s been through a lot and he hates that someone else has walked out on her now.

He cares about Dani. She’s like an older sister to Allison. He catches himself treating her like his own daughter from time to time. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. She’s important to Allison therefore she is important to him and he’s become rather fond of her. She’s been through a lot and he hopes that she knows his home is a safe place for her.

“Dad!”

Chris is jolted from his thoughts by the sharp call for him by his daughter.

“You didn’t hear anything I just said, did you?” Allison asks.

“No, I’m sorry,” He admits with a sigh.

“You’ve been quiet all night. Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine, sweetheart. Here-” Chris digs the car keys out of his pocket and hands them to Allison. “How about you go start the car and get it warmed up.”

“Sure, okay.”

Chris smiles at his daughter as she heads off to the parking lot. He turns his attention to the busy bleachers, scanning all the enthusiastic faces for Dani. She’s come to every lacrosse game that he could tell, so she should be here. He just wants to check on her to see how she’s doing after this afternoon.

Chris spots Dani’s mother and makes his way through the crowd.

“Hello Ms. McCall,” He greets as he reaches her, noticing the various family members taking up most of an entire section of bleachers.

“Mr. Argent, hi.” Melissa stands to greet him properly. “Oh, this is my sister Maria.” Melissa gestures to the woman standing next to her. “Maria this is Christopher Argent, Allison’s father.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Maria,” Chris says with a smile, shaking Maria’s hand.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Maria replies, returning his smile.

“Is your daughter with you? I was hoping I could talk to her.” Chris asks, turning to Melissa.

“You’re looking for her too?”

Chris frowns. “She’s not here?”

“We don’t know,” Maria says letting out a sigh.

“She’s going to be in serious trouble when I find her,” Melissa says. “I told her to be here.”

Chris lets out a sigh as well, pressing his lips into a thin line. “Probably somewhere with Derek Hale. Never mind that the police are after him.”

“Wait, Dani is hanging out with Derek Hale?” Melissa asks.

“You didn’t know they were friends…” Chris says carefully.

“No, I had no idea she was hanging around him again,” Melissa says. “I didn’t even know he was in town again until I saw his name plastered all over the news.”

“I thought it was mostly his sister she used to hang out with,” Maria says.

“Wait a minute…” Chris pauses.

The sister’s share a glance before turning to Mr. Argent.

“They’ve known each other longer?”

~~🌻~~

Most of the team stayed to shower and clean up before heading out to a celebratory team dinner at Goldie’s Diner. A lot the boys were dressed and packing their bags, getting ready to leave, when Scott walks over to his rack, a towel tied around his waist. He was one of the last of his teammates to shower.

“By the way, McCall… Apology accepted,” Danny calls from the opposite set of racks.

“I didn’t apologize,” Scott frowns.

“Every time you got the ball tonight, you passed it to me,” Danny explains, grabbing a clean shirt from his bag.

“Every time I passed the ball to you, you scored,” Scott chuckles.

Danny pulls the shirt on and slings his bookbag over his shoulder. “Apology accepted,” he says.

Danny walks out, leaving Scott alone in the locker room. Scott turns back around, grabbing his deodorant canister, shaking it up. The lights suddenly cut off and Scott pauses, frowning in confusion. Scott puts his deodorant back on the shelf of his rack and looks around the room. “Danny?” he calls. Scott is met with silence as he steps around the set of racks. Danny must’ve absentmindedly cut them off on his way out by accident.

Scott walks over to the wall and flips up the two light switches. The locker room remains dark. Scott looks up at the lights, flipping the switches a few more times; his curiosity growing with the slight touch of concern crawling around his stomach. Scott’s eye catches a ball rolling across the floor from the showers and bumping into a set of lockers with a tap. His curiosity and streak of concern growing to more mild levels as he walks toward the showers. Scotts stops in front of the ball, bending to pick it up. He frowns, turning to the side and he jumps, finding Derek standing in the middle of the open showers.

“Thank God! Where the hell have you been? Do you have any idea what’s been going on?” Scott asks, walking towards Derek.

Derek silently averts his gaze from Scott to someone standing behind him. Scott frowns following his gaze and it meets a man, stepping out behind him. He looks older than Derek, mid to late thirties maybe, brown hear, leather jacket, button down shirt, and he’s holding a lacrosse stick. It’s Peter Hale.

“I really don’t get lacrosse,” Peter confesses.

Scott stares at Peter in shock realizing that he is the alpha , “It was you…”

“When I was in high school, we played basketball.” Peter continues, glancing over at Scott. “Now there’s a real sport.”

Scott, terribly in shock, looks back at Derek for some kind of explanation as Peter continues.

“Still, I read somewhere that lacrosse comes from Native American tribes and that they played it to resolve conflict.” Peter raises the lacrosse stick, setting the bar of it on his shoulder, glancing off to the side in thought. “Do I have that right?” He whispers to himself, shaking off the thought. He lowers the stick, spinning it in his hands as he observes the net for a moment before setting the stick to the side, focusing on Scott again.

“I have a little conflict of my own to resolve, Scott. But I need your help to do it.”

“I’m not helping you kill people.” Scott says in an even, firm tone.

Peter frowns, “Well I don’t want to kill all of them. Just the responsible ones. And I that doesn’t have to include…” Peter trails off, trying to remember the name. He looks to Derek.

“Allison,” Derek finishes for him.

Scott slowly turns to face Derek. “You’re on his side?” He asks.

Derek breaks Scott’s gaze, his expression stony and vacant as he silently reminds himself that Daniella’s life is on the line if he doesn’t play his part just right.

“Are you forgetting the part where he killed your sister?” Scott adds.

“It was a mistake,” Derek responds coolly.

“What?!” Scott stares at Derek like he’s out of his mind.

“It happens.”

“Scott…” Peter starts, grabbing the teenager’s attention. “I think you’re getting the wrong impression of us. We really just want to help you reach your full potential.”

“By killing my friends,” Scott says, reading between the lines.

“Sometimes the people closest to you… can be the ones holding you back the most.”

“If they’re holding me back from becoming a psychotic nut job like you… I’m okay with that.”

Peter begins to step closer to Scott. Becoming nervous, Scott shifts on his feet, looking back at Derek for any shred or assurance.

“Maybe you could try and see things…” Peter trails off, holding up his right hand, his claws coming out. “From my perspective,” Peter finishes.

~~🌻~~

Stiles wakes up on a cold hard tile floor, his head throbbing. He groans bringing his hands to his face as he becomes more and more conscious. He sits up with a groan, squinting at his dim surroundings, quickly remember that he’s in the hospital morgue.

“Right…”

Stiles grips the overturned metal examination table lying next to him and pushes himself to his feet. The last thing he remembers is sitting on top of the metal table pushed against the door watching Peter Hale rush he door. Next thing he remembers is waking up just a few moments ago.

“Alpha…Dani and Derek…no, no, no-”

Stiles turns to where he last saw Derek and Dani sitting in the floor against the opposite wall. They’re gone. Did the Alpha take them? What happened here? Stiles swallows the lump forming in his throat. He has to get out of the hospital. He has to find Scott.

“The game.”

~~🌻~~

Stiles tares into the school parking lot, tires screeching as he turns into an empty parking spot. He jumps out of the Jeep and runs as fast as he can to the back entrance of the locker rooms. Stiles yanks the doors open rushing down the hallway and turning into the locker rooms, finding Scott in a towel, sitting on a bench with his elbows resting on his knees.

“Dude, we got a huge problem!” He breathes out, winded from all his running.

“You have no idea…” Scott replies with a far off look in his eyes.

Stiles puts his hands on his head struggling to catch his breath. “Something tells me you already know.”

“That Peter Hale is the alpha and Derek is on his side now? Yeah! I figured it out already!”

“Derek’s what?”

“He’s taken the alpha’s side, Stiles! We’re screwed!”

Scott drops his head into his hands. He can’t handle anything else right now. The alpha has been revealed, Derek’s switched sides, Jackson’s breathing down his neck about the bite, there is no way this situation could get worse.

“Scott…” Stiles trails off, dropping his hands to his hips.

Scott lifts his head. “What?”

Stiles shifts his weight from foot to foot. There’s no easy way to tell him this. It’s going to crush him. Hell, the thought is crushing him too. The idea of that psychotic bastard having Dani makes his curl up inside a whole and pretend the world doesn’t exist. Dani is like an older sister to Stiles. He can’t handle the thought of her getting hurt. She means too much to him. She’s his family. Maybe that’s why Derek chose the alpha’s side. Maybe it wasn’t up to him. Maybe, just maybe, he’s trying to protect Dani and the only way to do that is to do whatever the alpha wants. Stiles lets out a sigh rubbing his face.

“Stiles, what is it?”

Stiles looks at his best friend with such a defeated look in his eyes. “I-” Stiles presses his lips together shaking his head. He’s not going to make it through this.

Scott stands up, walking over to Stiles with a worried frown. “What’s wrong?”

Stiles glances at him, tears forming in his eyes.

“It’s bad isn’t it?” Scott asks, his own voice starting to waver in reaction to Stiles’ broken fear radiating off of him.  

“Scott, he has Dani.”

Scott’s heart almost stops. “What?”

“The alpha, he has your sister.”

Scott holds Stiles’ defeated gaze, tears forming in his own eyes, mirroring Stiles.

“No…”

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[littlespaceporgs]

The Clone Wars Reacts - Part 3

Alternatively, Leah misses daddy Plo, gets annoyed by droids and is thoroughly entertained by Jar Jar Binks while simultaneously simping for Padme.

TA~DA! Welcome to part 3 of the reacts series, where we cover episodes 6, 7 and 8! I won’t lie to you, I actually found episode 6 really boring, 7 was less boring and 8 was maybe a little bit funny and I lowkey enjoyed it so much. So yeah, the first two reacts are kinda boring because I was super bored, but 8 is kinda funny. As usual, major spoilers for season 1 of the clone wars.

Part 1 - Episodes 1 and 2 Part 2 - Episodes 3, 4 and 5

So, lets do thissssss!

Tags (as always, let me know if you want a tag!): @acciokenobi​ @roseofalderaan​ @catsnkooks​ @peacelandbread​ @littlevodika​ @icedcoffeeandgays​ @captainrexstan​ @likeshootingstarsinthenightsky​ @mcu-padawan​ @onabouteverything​ @fractiouskat​

Episode 6: Downfall of a Droid

Notes: since writing these, I’ve discovered that I am 100% without a doubt very much a simp for Plo Koon and it shows.

> Pre-warning, I’m writing this on paper and on the train, so there may be slightly less thots thoughts in this one

> “Suffering serious defeats by Grievous”??????? All we’ve seen for 5 episodes now is Grievous lose????????

> Yeah Anakin! You should listen to Ahsoka!

>> (you need to trust my babey)

> Where the fuck is Plo when you need him? I WANNA SEE HIM

> Maybe that image will tide me over? (we all know it wont but that’s off topic)

> Oh for fucks sake I’ve had enough of Grievous

> YEAH R2, WE ALL KNOW YOURE THE ONLY REASON ANAKIN IS ALIVE!

> “this is too easy” oooohhhhh boy, you say that now......

*Grievous ditches his ship*

> ✨ disappointed, but not surprised ✨

> THERE IT IS!!!!! “I got a bad feeling about this” - bringing the total count so far to 2

> W H A T

>> R2D2?????????????????????????

>>> EXCUSE ME WTF?!?!?!?! DID THEY JUST - R2D2 NO!

> OBI WAN HOW DARE YOU R2D2 IS NOT REPLACEABLE

>> This is one of the few times I am more annoyed with Obi-wan than I am horny for him

>>> Wait no scratch that - i just looked at his face again 💖💖💖💖

> I miss Plo already, can he come back now?

> Oh Ahsoka, you’re so cute 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

> omg Goldie???? I LOVE IT he’s kinda adorable

> ooooohhh boy R2 is going to be on that dodgy ass ship isnt he?

> hahahahahahhahahahahhahahahahahahah

>> fart humour, i love it!

> Unique items, huh

> OH SHIT THATS THE TYPE OF DROID FROM THE MANDALORIAN

>> just thinking about the mandalorian reminds me of the new armour/helmet kink i discovered I had and how much i love pedro pascal

> Goddammit R3. oh shit oh shit bad droids BAD DROIDS

> is R2 just a really good droid? or do all of them make this many mistakes???

> hahahaha ‘gramps’, Ahsoka he’s literally only 5/6 years older than you

> *GASP* Anakin, he’s not a lightswitch!

> Oh shit, R2 was on the ship!

>> HA HA I WAS RIGHT

> fuck fuck Grievous no dont take R2 bad droid

> okay, I love obi-wan but he’s being a little harsh

>> mild turn-on but ok 👀👀

> aaaawwww the little stomping when he’s excited

> Do we get to see R2 do a mad escape?

>> WE DO!

> oh no, R2 you were so close

> tracking beacon?! R3, what’re you doing?!

> sorry anakin, they definitely saw it

> R3 WHAT ARE YOU DOING? THE HYPERDRIVE TOO?

> YEAH AHSOKA, YOU SAVE ANAKIN’S BUTT

> You, know, I’m starting to wonder if R3 is doing all this deliberately??

> lowkey, I want to tally the amount of droids grievous hurts/destroys

> well, i want R2 back in the next episode, please and thank you.

Episode 7: Duel of the Droids

> Okay, all I want is for Anakin to hurry up and find R2, because I want this arc to be over

> I’m going to keep this reacts fairly short because I’m a little bit bored

> All I want is more Plo content, is that too much to ask???????

>> If you can’t tell I have a thing for Plo Koon and I officially joined the simp club for him.

> This trandoshan guy is just.... bleh 🤢

* insert gross shiver* 

> YEAH R2 YOURE DOING SO WELL! HOLY SHIT GO R2D2!!!!

> I said it in part 1, and I’ll say it again, R2′s whirring is a mood

> Okay so fucking R3 just turned R2 down, so I am definitely starting to think this is deliberate?

>> HOLY FUCK I JUST REALISED A THING! DUEL OF THE DROIDS???????? R3 VS R2??????????????????

> ANAKIN IGNORE OBI-WAN LIKE USUAL, YOU GO AND SAVE R2 OK?!

> Rex’s expression when he’s told to carry R3 is comedy gold by the way

> Oh please Captain, kindly fuck me

> FUCK YEAH AHSOKA!

> *sighs* Oh the droid humour

> I mean, it is a type of head adjustment I guess 🤷‍♀️

> ...

>> Did you seriously think grievous, being the slimy bastard he is, wasn’t going to kill you?????

> OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT I WAS RIGHT FUCK R3 MAN

> AHSOKA KICK GRIEVOUS’ BIN CHICKEN LOOKI- oh no she was thrown into a wall, never-mind.

> R2 YES ZAP THAT GODDAMN DROID AND SAVE ANAKIN

> oh this is awkward, I love how R2 is insulted that he got R3 hahahahahahahha

> YES AHSOKA YOURE RIGHT, HE IS A STUBBY LITTLE BACKSTABER

> okay the most interesting point of this episode is ahsoka is escaping grievous

> OH MY GOD I WAS RIGHT AGAIN?! R2 AND R3 ARE DUELLING!!!! I CAN SEE THE FUTURE OR SOME SHIT LIKE A JEDI

> THATS RIGHT BITCH R2D2 IS BETTER

> anakin looking out for R2 is the cutest shit I’ve ever seen

> ngl, i had a small degree of satisfaction when I saw R3 get smashed to bits

> “oh anakin... one day” obi-wan is a mood

> oh thank god its over, alright what’s up next?

Episode 8: Bombad Jedi

> HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH DOES THIS ONE HAVE JAR JAR IN IT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

> please tell me it has jar jar in it, then it will surely be funnier than the last 2 eps

> OH SHIT THIS EPISODE HAS PADME TOO IM SO HAPPY YAY

> oh in the white outfit too, i love this woman so much

> I’m going to put a photo hear so you can appreciate it too

> My horny bisexual senses are tingling

> HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHA IM ALREADY LAUGHING AT THE STUPID FROG

>> *for context he already fucked up once and we are 1 minute and 15 seconds into the episode

> she has a point though, C3PO does usually get into trouble

> oh boy, he sounds mad.... I’m getting a sinking feeling about this

> oh no

>> ah shit he’s gone and joined the separatists

> YOU DONT GET THE RIGHT TO CALL HER SWEET YOU TRAITOR

> I am much more entertained nonetheless by this episode

> wait so they fart insults???? it sounds like a fart and i giggled a little

> Oh and now jar jar’s trying to talk to them

> HAHAHAHAH C3 always gets shit thrown at him or shot at, whenever he’s in an episode I get a little bit happy 

> HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH ITS A FUCKING MAGNET OH C3 YOU POOR DROID

> why does he automatically jump to jar jar’s been killed oh my god so little faith like its a swamp planet???? and jar jar comes from a swamp planet????? of course he gone survive falling into water????

> buta mesa sav-ed you? i love this stupid creature oh my god hahahahaha

> HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THE JEDI CLOAK OMG

>> definitely 100% anakins, and I love the Padme has the equivalent of one of his hoodies

>>> I want one too

> ooooohhhh this is not going to go well

> oh boy

> I’m guessing this is where the bombad jedi comes from?

> DARTH JAR JAR

>> I am so sorry no its not mine, but I have no idea who’s it is

> wheresa jedi? OH MESA JEDI?

> have you guys seen zootopia? specifically where they trigger a ‘howl’ with the wolves??? Thats what I headcanon the droids are like with ‘roger roger’

> DAMN PADME THATS SOME MADASS CORE STRENGTH

>> crush me with those muscles please

> “There’s no jedi in here, wait there’s no prisoner in here!” hahahahahahahahah

> One day I’m going to have to do a little audio recording so you all know what sound I make whenever I’ve written hahahahahaha

> FUCK YEAH PADME SLAY THOSE DROIDS

> “I’m afraid the ship has been destroyed.” 

>> “Battle droids?” *shakes head*

>>> “... Jar Jar?”

>>>> “Jar Jar.”

> obviously Padme was right, she usually is

> oh boy Jar Jar is your only hope? you’re in for a shock buddy

> Padme is an excellent shot by the way

> OH MY GOD IT ATE HIM TO PROTECT HIM THATS SO SWEET

> “I think Jar Jar’s dead.” “Oh again?” goddamn it C3PO

> YEAH SLUG CREATURE THING GOOD JOB!

> ...

> excuse me????

> WHAT A FUCKING LEGEND HERE I WAS HATING ON UNCLE ANO WHEN HE IS STILL IN THE REPUBLIC

> okay he has my forgiveness now :))))))

alright, I enjoyed episode 8, 6 and 7 were a little lackluster, but I did like 8 a lot actually, more than I thought I would 

anyways, see you next time for 9, 10 and 11!! (I’m pretty sure I saw ventress and kit fisto in the title image, so be prepared for major ass thots because i am very heavily attracted to one (1) assassin and one (1) fish man)

#star wars #the clone wars #clone wars anakin #star wars the clone wars #tcw #tcw spoilers #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #jar jar binks #padme amidala #c3po #The Clone Wars Reacts #season 1 #anidala #r2d2 #r3s6 #kit fisto #captain rex #darth jar jar

[toxikku]

Ducktales Switched AU: Masterpost !

I was asked to make a masterpost pertaining to my feelsy AU and figured considering how far it’s come, it was needed!

Brief summary: This is an AU where Scrooge and Magica’s roles have been swapped. Gladstone takes the place of Lena after Scrooge saved him from the House of Lucky Fortune, whilst a shadow child called Lena takes the place of Magica’s niece. Magica lives in the mansion with Lena, Webby, Mrs. Beakley, and her brother-turned-raven, Poe. Scrooge’s family is of magical heritage, including Donald and his boys who are currently estranged from the old miser after a terrible accident involving Della Duck. The unlucky duck avoided Duckburg all their lives up until the kids hijacked and sabotaged the boat to visit out of curiousity. And then the shenanigans began.

Now the core aspect of it is out of the way, more information under the cut! Biographies may vary in length (and key events) as I am still figuring out concepts. As a result, I may make edits occasionally! If you have any further questions, even about characters I’ve already talked about or have YET to talk about, please shoot!

The official tag for it is #ducktales switched au, until further notice!

CHARACTERS:

Magica De Spell: The richest duck in the world, Magica is a well reknowned figure in the world, running huge companies as well as owning a considerable amount of land. Her estate used to belong to the one and only Scrooge McDuck, until she bought it out after his disappearance. She does adventure in her spare time (and has done in the past, crossing paths with Scrooge AND Goldie), though is quite a busy business woman so rarely has time for her domestic life. Extremely eccentric and a little chaotic, but she does get the job done. Has dabbled in magic before, but after her brother was turned into a raven, doesn’t much do so anymore.

Scrooge McDuck: An infamous warlock of his time, Scrooge McDuck was a former treasure hunter and magical artefact collector, jolly and passionate. He ventured the world with his nephew and niece gathering items which slowly corrupted his mindset, much to the worries of Donald. He became power hungry, possessive, and stuck in his own decisions - and that ended terribly when Della Duck tried to lead him away from the life of corruption. A reflex stray of magic ended in disaster, and in one day, both relatives left him. Grieving over the loss of Della and how it was all his fault, he left behind his estate and relocated to Mt. Vesuvius, then spent the following years lost and searching for a way to get Della back, no matter the casualities. His first real attempt to get her back was thwarted by Magica De Spell, and he was trapped in his own dime for five years up until the events of the Shadow War.

Lena De Spell: Magica’s ‘niece’. After fleeing numerous boarding schools, Lena turned up on Magica’s doorstep and wound up adopted. She was created during the fight between Magica and Scrooge, much like in canon, only this time around, Gladstone was there to take her place. Magica took her in partly out of guilt and responsibility for her creation, and they’ve been together ever since. Lena rarely gets to see her aunt much, and Magica’s spoilings don’t really help this - though that does change eventually, around the time she met these three weird kids. Lena’s connection to Scrooge is something Magica does stress over though...

Webby Vanderquack: Lena’s best friend and local conspiracy theorist. Not much different from her canon counterpart, she gushes over the De Spell family’s history, much to the irritation of Lena who frankly could care less. With how busy Magica is, Webby and Lena are constantly together, and go on adventures with Gladstone Gander, the triplets, and the entire family if they’re lucky. Family dictionary, and her world totally wasn’t shaken when she discovered Scrooge McDuck’s belongings in the manor.

Gladstone Gander: Scrooge’s lucky adopted and non-magical nephew. At some point before Scrooge was shadow-fied, Gladstone was saved from the Lucky Casino by his uncle. In exchange, he agreed to help Scrooge out without reading the fine print (binding contracts are never good). After Scrooge and Magica’s battle, Scrooge’s shadow attached to his, and the rest rolls out as you’d expect. He eventually becomes involved in the De Spells’ lives, trying to retrieve the number one dime for his uncle and earn his freedom. Unfortunately, his growing attachment to the family means his luck doesn’t really work with him, at least for Scrooge’s goals. Becomes quite protective of Lena and Webby (and usually stands up to Scrooge because of them), and develops awkward feelings for Magica.

Has no idea what Scrooge’s actual motives are, and Scrooge is hesitant to say them in case Gladstone rebels. Not that he doesn’t eventually anyways. Come the Other Bin, the goose has enough of his uncle’s orders but that ends badly for him, and the freedom in the Shadow War is temporary. Cursed a shadow, but that doesn’t stop him protecting the kids, which is his end - least in waking life. Stiiiiill pondering who his shadow gets attached to.

Donald Duck: Scrooge’s magical nephew and your typical bad luck magnet. Before the incident with his relatives, he ventured the world while studying magic under his uncle’s wing. Lived in Duckburg until Della’s disappearance, then left with the boys, constantly on the move for a new home (and job).  Wary about the usage of magic after what happened to Della, though hesitantly taught the boys what he knows (at least the bare minimum). Occasionally traveled with his friends, José Carioca and Panchito, and didn’t return to Duckburg until his curious nephews hijacked the boat and stranded them there. Spends most of his time looking for a new job to fix the boat. Fixed up the boat over the course of season 1, but it wound up getting broken again by its end. Magica offered his family to stay come season 2 in thanks for the battle against his uncle.

Della Duck: The missing mother. She ventured with her uncle and brother, though unlike them wasn’t that invested in magic. Della focused on practicality, and although she was a talented witch at a young age, she ultimately lost interest and wanted to tackle everything hands on. She disappeared before her children were born, sucked into a portal to the underworld after trying to confiscate an artefact from her uncle’s grasp and being hit by a stray bout of magic. As far as everyone knows, Della is long dead. Her memorial can be found at Castle McDuck, and her family visits it often.

Huey: An incredibly bright child with a knack for reading; takes to spellbooks like a duck to water. Typically the nephew most knowledgeable on spells and if you need a magic dictionary, then he’s your guy. Has about as much potential as Donald when it comes to magic ability, but he’s still learning and as a result his spells vary in strength. Into science and idolizes Gizmoduck, finding the practicality of science and technology fascinating.

Dewey: Darts right into danger just like his mother; Dewey has had accidents with his spell casting, and accidentally snapped his wand at a point (those are expensive to replace)/ His spellcasting has pretty good strength for a boy his age... until you realize it has zero handling. Until he can get a lid on it, his spells are pretty unstable and the wand doesn’t help things. Despite its defects, however, only Dewey knows how to somewhat work it because he’s had it so long. Dewey headed the ‘let’s sabotage the boat while Donald is sleeping and go to Duckburg’ plan.

Louie: The lazy triplet has a lot of tricks up his sleeves. Spells are usually pretty tame as he has a tendency to just use them for house chores, but out of all the triplets, he has the strongest magical capability. The downside is he’s just never motivated to push himself that far. As such, he has a habit of getting into the most trouble - and since he’s still building self confidence, fear isn’t the motivation he needs.

Poe de Spell: A duck cursed to be a raven by Scrooge McDuck; he was transformed into a raven during Scrooge’s final confrontation with Magica. Generally acts as her sister’s advisor of sorts, wary, wise, but still as snarky as in the OG Ducktales. Acts as a Zazu to Lena, in that sense, but cursed teens are always able to evade a watchful eye. He’s a raven the entirety of Season 1 before the wizard, Donald Duck, is able to turn him back after the events of the Shadow War.

Launchpad McQuack: The family driver/pilot - Magica admires his positive and smashing energy and wouldn’t have any other person to drive her to and from her destinations.

Goldie o’Gilt: Scrooge McDuck’s old flame; she had history with the warlock before he took a turn for the worse. Their relationship was about as you’d expect until the incident, then it grew colder with every encounter because Goldie’s rivalry was intrusive to Scrooge’s plans. She had no idea what incited this change. Attended a party and ran into another old rival: Magica De Spell, and they ventured to white agony plains together (where Goldie was reminiscent of the days with Scrooge, though she said little about it to Magica).

Mrs. Beakley: Agent 22 - used to work with Scrooge McDuck, and soon as his housekeeper until Della’s disappearance and his leave. Signed up for the same job with Magica de Spell, awaiting her former boss’ return and to keep an eye on his belongings.

Duckworth: The manor’s ghost; previously served under Scrooge McDuck before his disappearance. Along with Mrs. Beakley, is currently guarding the warlock’s belongings. Extremely loyal to Scrooge in general, but due to the bonds he’s made with the people around him, that loyalty is a tad strained. Unlike in canon, he actually stayed behind before the events of the Shadow War.

STILL TO COME:

Fenton Crackshell:

Gyro Gearloose:

Downy & Fergus

AND A BUNCH MORE. PROBS.

LINKS:

REFERENCES:

Scrooge

Donald.

Huey, Dewey, and Louie.

Poe De Spell.

LORE:

The Scrooge sketch that started it all - This was just a random idea I came up with one day; I loved role switch AUs, especially when they’re with antagonists and protagonists.

Initial Magica Concept - Later adapted the design to better fit the design in the reboot.

General PSA about the AU - 1 - Not everyone changes drastially; they’re just adapted.

General PSA about the AU - 2 - About the general storyline.

McDuck Family Lore - 1 - The McDuck family are one of magic, Gladstone being the exception as he is adopted. Della died due to a magical accident and Donald was unable to save her.

De Spell Family Lore - 1 - About Magica’s relationship with Lena and her characterisation in general.

De Spell Family Lore - 2 - Information on the raven, Poe de Spell, and Lena.

Poe & Gladstone - stuff about Poe’s personality and fate, with a bit about Gladstone.

Lena’s Existence in the AU - shadow child, ye.

Donald - 1 - Initial Donald design; pretty basic and eventually got changed.

Donald - 2 - Doodle of that boy.

Scrooge - 1 - Doodles; Scrooge’s infamy is pretty well known and he won’t stand for family members getting in the way of his goals.

Donald and the boys - 1 - Donald teaches the boys magic... but only with restraint.

Donald and the boys - 2 (+Gladstone meta) - Slightly scrapped concept; Donald was stranded in Duckburg with the boys instead of constantly traveling the world across the season so he and the boys would be more involved with the plot.

Donald and the boys - 3 - and where they’re living.

Donald and Della’s childhood - they were so smol.

Della’s Scarf - ouch.

Dewey’s Wand - 1 - it broken.

Dewey’s Wand - 2 - but he knows how to use it.

The Triplets & their involvement - I still love this idea so much.

Scrooge and Gladstone - 1 - An old concept I suppose; I’m honestly thinking about scrapping this as ‘marriage’ takes a little too long for Scrooge’s liking and the concept just irks me a little.

Scrooge and Gladstone - 2 - Gladstone trying to casually divert attention to something else does not work in the slightest.

Scrooge and Gladstone - 3 - Summary of how Scrooge’s quest to save Gladstone and get his backup plan for the fight against Magica went.

Scrooge and Gladstone - 4 - Decided to mess with a different kind of perspective.

Voice Musing - I saw stuff in the tags it had me thinking emoji.

Scrooge and Gladstone - 5 - lore galore in the tags, btw.

Scrooge’s relationship with Goldie - talks a bit about her debut ep.

not canon but HOW DARE YOU ANON - scrooge and goldie hurt me.

Gladstone’s interactions with the kids - 1 - Lena is generally suspicious but Webby is painfully open.

Gladstone’s interactions with the kids - 2 - Lena is a suspicious child wary for Webby’s sake. Also I am called out for having too much Gladstone in this AU. Looking at this list, I can confirm I am trash.

Gladstone’s interactions with Magica - 1 - spoilers: he’s a dork.

JAW$ redraw but it’s Gladstone and Scrooge - I spent so much time on this but it was really worth it. He likely would have had the friendship bracelet Webby gave him but I was too burnt out to draw that section.

JAW$ doodles (Lena, Gladstone and Scrooge) - in which a teenager is baffled and shocked this guy would save anyone but himself.

Other Bin Doodles (Gladstone ft. Lena) - Some sketches I did after rewatching the Other Bin; Lena and Webby both get turned into dolls in this one.

Other Bin suffering - goose boy sad, save him.

Gladstone and Magica content (ft. Lena) - someone asked for Magicstone so I delivered.

Fenton & Gyro - some general stuff and their relationship with their boss.

Mrs. Beakley’s role in the Switched AU - I don’t talk about her enough tbh.

Scrooge’s old personality and his relationship with his niece and nephew - meta is so fun to write out but ouch.

Scrooge’s Motives & About Della - was rather painful to write about.

Scrooge and Donald - 1 - Did you know Della’s scarf used to be whole?

Shadow War Sketches - 1 - Man I really was on a field trip with these.

Shadow War Sketches - 2 - in which Gladstone perishes.

Shadow War Sketches - 3 - got to work with good expressions with these.

Shadow War Sketches - 4 - veeeeery proud of these.

Fake Shadow War Screenshots - got asked to edit suffering and I delivered.

Fake Triplet Screenshots - edits of the children.

Fake Scrooge Screenshots - I still don’t think green suits him tbh.

Fake Magica screenshot - she.

Shadow Gladstone and his fate - This... was dark.

Fenton and Scrooge - Took place after the Shadow War, I guess, while Scrooge is grieving.

This is a serious AU - yeah... i got nothin to say.

Inspiration - I’m a nerd, go figure.

Fanfiction WIP - who knows when I’ll finish it, but it’s in the works.

Scrapped Visual Novel - Maybe? Idk, depends if I ever get time for it.

Misc. Sketches - [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] 

Misc. Asks - [x] [x] [x] [x]

Headcanon commentary - [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]

BEAUTIFUL ART BY BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE:

domiinon:

Scrooge

Scrooge again and I am sobbing

All the Scrooges need hugs tbh

THIS LOOKS SO AMAZING?? LOOK AT IT??

scrooge support squad for all the angst we put them through

KJGNJFDNGDJ THEY ALL LOOK FABULOUS

bloosume:

Scrooge

fini-mun:

The End

kats-kreations:

Last Christmas aka kat breaks my heart

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #ducktales reboot #scrooge mcduck #magica de spell #gladstone gander #ducktales au #ducktales switched au #ducktales switched au master list #long post #disney #disney ducks #au #alternate universe #STILL working on this and will be making updates every now and then; i'll reblog this when i do!

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it’s time for my play-by-play review (put some breaks in so it’s not a giant wall of text):

“Here in Duckburg, life is like...a hurricane?” Ha ha theme song reference.

El Pato is Spanish for the duck and that amuses me. Although we call our version of that storm system El Niño, so shouldn’t it have been El Patito?

Mr. Chunk’s EXTRA CHUNKY Chili Chunks

“Could you give us a hand?” *All laugh* In hindsight, he probably should have helped them instead of using the time tub again. He’d still get in trouble for stealing, but he probably would have gotten a less harsh punishment.

“We should have plenty of food we won’t get sick of.” “I said sick from and you know it.” Classic kid logic.

Are the chili dogs a Sonic reference, since Ben is playing him in the upcoming movie?

“Chili dogs put the ‘hooray’ in ‘hooraycane’ party.” That was an awful pun and we should all be mad at Della for it.

“And we all get scurvy. Again.” This is why they need Donald home.

“Is that your parenting strategy or did you get that off a bumper sticker?” Beakley keeps in real.

Beakley and Della have a great dynamic this episode. I honestly think Beakley sees a lot of herself in Della and is trying to teach Della what she wishes someone had taught her when she had her own kid(s).

Louie pushing Huey to the center of the room so that nobody notices him leaving, smart.

“My brother’s gonna be a professional nerd.” Hooray for supporting your brother!

Mary Poppins-CONFIRMED MEMBER OF THE MCDUCK CLAN.

The wooden cane reminds me of Hop Pop’s

“That boy’s up to something.” Crazy thought here but maybe you should be proactive about that and follow him YOURSELF.

Launchpad never ceases to amaze me. How did he nail wood to STAINED GLASS?

That’s coming out of his paycheck.

“You’ve got your own tub?! Lucky.” GET THIS MAN A TUB, STAT!

I hope we get more Louie and Launchpad stuff. The way they play off each other is great.

Louie’s little presentation is great and runs on kid logic.

Bubba is adorable.

BWAMP. Nice sound effect.

“Time Treasures, a subsidiary of Louie Inc. It’s not a crime if it’s lost to time.” Cute, but I doubt that would hold up in court. 

Also, did Louie’s plan/most of the episode remind anyone else of Bender’s Big Score? Bender pulled a similar scheme at the end, only his time traveling caused a rip in the fabric of space. So they got off lucky here?

I totally buy Launchpad keeping a shower cap and rubber ducky on his person at all times. I WANT HIM TO GET HIS BUBBLE BATH, DAMMIT!

“HEY COOL. A DEAD GUY!” Dewey, you really shouldn’t get that excited over corpses. I know Bubba is actually alive, but did they?

Webby, Bubba is taller and buffer than you. I don’t think he qualifies as a “little” guy.

I DEMAND to know about the times Scrooge was frozen in an iceberg! Is Webby counting the time he and Goldie were frozen together?

Metaphors and hypothetical situations don’t work on Della. Maybe it’s a pilot thing. 

“HISTORY IS ALIVE!” I LOVE MY NERD SON.

I love when people meet someone who doesn’t understand them/speaks a different language, they think talking louder will help.

“He’s got a hat like a person!” Is that racist?

Of COURSE Dewey turns the hat backwards.

“Your Funky Fresh ways” These kids have watched waaaay too much 90s media. The little hip shimmy was great.

Chili dogs>tree bark 

“Man, I am learning SO MUCH.” Me too, Webby. Me too.

Did the exchange between Louie and Launchpad about the ethical nature of Time Treasures remind anyone else of when Jim and Launchpad discussed Jim’s plan to get himself into the movie or am I seeing parallels where there aren’t any?

Louie went to the school of Katara. (Both agree it’s ok to steal from pirates)

NOTHING is ever 100% safe

Dewey reeeeeeally wants another sibling. I bet someone is gonna push his mom into the dating scene.

OG DUCKTALES REFERENCE FTW

Bubba-a lyrical genius

Launchpad looks SO LOST while all of this is going on. Though he seems pretty lost in the whole episode.

“At least make him wear a helmet.” Safety lessons!

“SHUT UBBA, MAN.”

“Don’t think about it too hard.” A rule of thumb when dealing w/ time travel.

Poor Launchpad is having an existential crisis.

 And THAT is why we leave time travel to the professionals, Louie. Next time just ask Uncle Scrooge.

How did they make a graphic for Timephoon so fast?

Roxanne is salty, but of course the source is McDuck Manor.

I DEMAND MORE FRANKLOON. Maybe Fenton could write a musical about him. Sidenote: I REALLY WANT a Ben Franklin musical. 

Bubba-an artistic MARVEL

Shimmy that board clean!

The little head stroke she gives Louie. MY HEART!

I...don’t think that is how to do math.

“I see how you turned this into a lesson in parenting and I’m impressed.” THAT’S HOW GRANDMAS ROLL.

Gyro-the most USELESS TWINK. I love him.

I love the way Bobby says “oh boy” for Louie.

“HE IS OFFENSIVE TO THE FIELD OF ANTHROPOLOGY!” Time travel in general is probably offensive to anthropology.

Is it wrong to enjoy Huey going FERAL AS FUCK? Because I thoroughly enjoy it.

Why would you listen to Dewey on research?

“Did you SEE that finger progression on that solo?” 

Bubba-MASTER MUSICIAN! Also, KEYTARS ROCK!

“COME HERE, YOU HISTORICAL ABOMINATION!” Not saying Huey’s killed a man, but he knows how to and how to cover it up.

 Pretty sure Webby and Dewey are trolling.

“Definitely not cloning an army.” I have SO MANY QUESTIONS. 

Louie’s in hoodie-ville.

“He could be anywhen!” Time travel jokes.

I like that they all assume it’s Gyro at first. WHAT CRIMES HAS THIS MAN COMMITTED?!

“It’s one of the kids.” “I’ll get Dewey.” I could see Dewey stealing the time tub, but he’d just try and change the name of things into Dewey puns.

Ninjas,worse than termites-Scrooge Mcduck, 2019 

MORE BEAKLEY/DELLA TEAM UPS PLZ

“Even good kids do dumb things.” And good adults. No one thinks Louie is a bad kid, but he was pretty dumb.

What was with the log?

SANTA TRAP

“Oh no, they may be French.” That line made me laugh.

Launchpad falling asleep when the tapestry was over his face-hilarious.

“Don’t ask.”

Launchpad-always asking the right questions.

“Thank you past and/or future me.” 

I love Huey trying to make sense of Bubba.

“I hate this.”

Poor Huey.

Bubba-an amazing animal tamer

I really like how much Della admires Beakley.

Webby shouting “GRANNY!” T_T

So is that picture of Scrooge, Donald, and Della fighting pirates a time travel related adventure?

Hi Woody and Jessie

“I’VE IMMEDIATELY FAILED YOU.” Mood

Launchpad is so wise. But I think time is more timey-wimey, wibbly-wobbly, right Scrooge?

Della’s angry mom voice

The fight is cool.

“AH, ME SCURVY!” BRICK JOKE FTW!

Not the time for time travel logic, Dewey. Plus they seem to be coming from different countries so anywhere would still work.

Bubba-A HERO

“GO, YOU FREAK OF HISTORY!”

#youtriedLaunchpad

“EVERYTHING WE DO HAS ALREADY HAPPENED!”

Della shouting “KIDS” and Louie shouting “MOOOM” really hit me in the gut.

Let’s pour one out for Bubba.

I PRAY TO GOD someone writes fics about what each character was doing in the time period they ended up in.

Della was giving me MAJOR Joan of Arc vibes in that armor.

Yeah, this scene hurt. But it needed to be done. Louie still seems to think that it was all a good idea. He hasn’t learned his lesson yet.

That scene also reminded me of Merida and Elinor’s fight in Brave. Both sides have a point, but both went too far.

I’m glad Louie didn’t instantly accept his mom. It’s more interesting that way and feels real.

I love that Launchpad looks around at everyone before he reacts. He most likely knows nothing about the Spear of Selene incident so he has no idea of how hurtful Louie’s comment was.

Gyro had NO REACTION to any of that fight.

That broke poor Della.

“I went to the future. I’ve seen how the world ends.*pause* It was neat! See you there soon!” 

I wonder why Launchpad was the only one who went forward in time. Could it play a role in stopping the invasion?

“Some people aren’t ready for the truth.” So wise.

Bubba-THE FIRST OF CLAN MCDUCK

#ducktales #dt spoilers

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Gone Too Soon...

Rounding up a week in Hollyoaks (8th-12th April 2019)

If there was ever a character that deserved their happy ever after, it was Lily Drinkwell. Having lost her Mum to cancer a couple of years back, Lily moved to Hollyoaks to live with Aunty Diane, but life in the village wasn’t kind to Lily and she faced one upheaval after another. Lily has always struggled with her mental health, but this week she finally decided to accept help in a bid to get closer to her dream of becoming a doctor. Unfortunately, this is Hollyoaks and life has a habit of never going smoothly...

As the week began, Lily was stressed to the max as she prepared to hand in one of her exam pieces, however, she was left horrified when she realised she’d forgotten to prepare for the presentation element of her assessment. As Lily suffered a meltdown in front of her amused classmates, Courtney realised that Lily was self harming again and called Diane. Courtney reassured Lily that they could speak to the exam board and rearrange and Lily decided to check herself in to the mental health unit at the hospital. As Lily settled into the unit, she was visited by the people closest to her, including Peri and Yaz, who agreed to put their differences aside in a bid to help their friend. However, Lily was struggling with life in the unit, particularly with the buzzing noise coming from the light...

Meanwhile, James and Romeo were on the hunt for Mac’s killer and their detective work was clearly troubling Breda, who later planted the vial of poison she’d used to kill the villain in ‘James’s’ jacket. Unfortunately, Breda made a mistake and the vial ended up in Romeo’s jacket instead. Romeo was taken in for questioning and upon his release pending further investigation, was encouraged by James to go on the run. Romeo reluctantly agreed but refused to leave without saying goodbye to Lily. Heading to the unit, Romeo told a devastated Lily that he was leaving. After saying goodbye, Romeo headed on his way, but was shocked to find Lily standing behind him, begging him to take her with him...

It didn’t take long for the hospital to realise that Lily was missing and a search was launched. However, the situation suddenly became far more urgent when Farrah received the results of some tests that they’d done on Lily and she was forced to inform Diane that Lily had sepsis, and they now faced a race against time to find her. Lily returned to the village in secret and begged Sinead, who, having just returned from her holiday and was not aware of the situation, to collect some belongings for her. Sinead agreed, and Lily then went to say goodbye to Peri and Yasmine. Despite the girls begging her to stay, Lily refused to listen, and asked the pair not tell anyone where she was going. Meanwhile, Diane, Tony and Prince were on the hunt...

Romeo and Lily headed to the train station, where Lily’s illness began to catch up with her. As Lily began to question her decision to join Romeo on the run, Hollyoaks explored Lily’s childhood in a series of flashbacks, showing her first making the decision to become a doctor, through to the death of her Mother just before her arrival in the village. Romeo was shocked to discover that Lily was still self harming, but she promised him that she would stop once they’d settled into their new life. However, Lily quickly realised that life on the run was going to be no less stressful, and she was forced to admit to Romeo that she pictured her future with Prince. As Lily and Romeo decided to part, back in the village, Peri and Yasmine finally revealed Lily’s location after learning of her illness. As Tony, Diane and Prince raced to the station, Lily lay passed out in the bathroom. Upon his arrival, Prince tried desperately to save his wife, but it was too late and Diane broke down when she realised that Lily had died...

Lily’s death shocked her friends and family and Diane was quick to blame everyone else for her niece’s death as she mulled over Lily’s personal statement and grieved for what she could have become. The police eventually caught up with Romeo and he was charged with Mac’s murder. As if that wasn’t enough trauma for him, he also had to deal with Prince laying the blame for Lily’s death at his door...

Elsewhere this week, Maxine was horrified when she realised that the recording device in Minnie’s toy parrot had captured her telling her daughter that she wasn’t really ill. Luckily, dim Damon, upon hearing the recording, assumed that Maxine was simply trying to protect Minnie and so the lie continues. Juliet decided to tell Darren how she really felt about him whilst, finally, Scott grew tired of the constant bickering between Grace and Mercedes and donned his drag again to perform as ‘Gracedes’.

5 Things We Learned This Week:

1. Toys that record are never a good idea. We should have guessed when Damon first gave Minnie that toy parrot with the voice recorder that no good would come of it. Luckily for Maxine, Damon’s too stupid to realise that he’s being had...

2. Ant needs a few lessons in gender equality. Girls can be anything, and there’s no reason why little Hannah can’t play the doctor in your show. This is Hollyoaks, and they sure don’t discriminate. Girls can do everything boys do, including be serial killers!

3.  Sight is the weakest of the senses amongst the Hollyoaks residents. Romeo didn’t exactly make much of an effort to hide himself as he waited for Lily to retrieve her belongings, but not one person spotted him. Similarly, no one seemed to notice Breda skulking about suspiciously close to James and Romeo with a worried look on her face whilst they discussed who could have bumped Mac off. Specsavers would do a roaring trade in this village! 

4. It’s always somebody else's fault. In a show full of characters who are changed to suit the plot, Diane is the exception. Never one to take a look in the mirror and acknowledge her own role in situations, Diane reverted to form this week as she blamed anyone and everyone for Lily’s death. At least she’s consistent! 

5. Last week, I said that seeing Scott perform in drag as Mercedes was the best thing I had seen on Hollyoaks in a long time. Well, this week, it’s been topped. ‘Grecedes’ was far more amusing. 

This Week’s Cast:

Anthony, Breda, Courtney, Diane, Damon, Darren, Dee Dee, DS Yates, Farrah, Goldie, Grace, Hannah, James, Juliet, Liberty, Lily, Marnie, Maxine, Mercedes, Minnie, Misbah, Peri, Romeo, Rose, Scott, Sinead, Sylver, Tom, Tony and Yasmine. 

Past Characters Mentioned:

Harley Frater, Tabby Maxwell-Brown, Mac Nightingale.

#Hollyoaks #Highlight #Lily Drinkwell #Romeo Quinn #Prince McQueen #Diane O'Connor #Tony Hutchinson #Sinead O'Connor #Scott Drinkwell #James Nightingale #Peri Lomax #Yasmine Maalik

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these violent delights have violent ends // part three

TRIGGER WARNINGS: VIOLENCE, BLOOD, GORE

AGGIE

"I take offense to that!" aggie shouted in annoyance to leon, still remaining where she was standing, still with the arms crossed. but she was watching, she wasn't that gone, not yet. she saw what leon did. fucking cheater. why did he care so much if she lived or died? the moment he mouthed the words to the girl, aggie rushed over to the girl, grabbing her hard by the back of her collar. "oh, not so fast over here, we're having a discussion."

RONNI

ronni, with his full attention focused on calix's corpse and not the trouble that was quickly beginning to brew around him, leaned over slightly and let a long and thick trail of spit -- or a loogie, as the bros from four would call it -- slowly descend onto the boy from one's face. he was paying attention, though; he was just paying attention only to the fact that nobody was watching him and nothing more.

NIKE

nike noticed someone shift and she lifted her head in time to catch leon looking at her and mouthing the word run. she gave a small nod, stepping to the side to try and get away from the group, but then she felt someone pull back on her shirt. her teeth clenched tightly, twisting to try and jerk out of aggie's hold. the urge to swing back and hit her was strong, but nike knew better than to encourage aggie and give her a reason to lash out-- whether it was to hit her or flat out kill her where she stood. "let me go!"

GOLDIE

"i don't know. how do i know?" goldie half-screamed, half sobbed. she was breaking down and she knew it. "how do i know she didn't kill him leon?" she took a step closer towards him.

AGGIE

the moment nike began to twist, aggie clenched down harder, gnashing her teeth together and standing firm, digging her nails past the collar into nike's flesh. as she gripped, her other hand reached into her back pocket, where aggie had stashed the arrows she had stowed away and placed the pointy end against nike's flesh, only just pricking the skin. "i'll let you go once we get this figured out, promise."

LEON

he reached out to her and placed his hand on her arm. "because if she killed him, she wouldn't have come back. she was trying to save him goldie. she wouldn't do that to you, okay?" leon turned around and saw nike still there but with aggie holding an arrow to nike. the boy narrowed his eyes at the girl from four unsure about what to do next. "aggie, let her go."

NIKE

the finger nails digging into her body stung, nike reaching up to grip at aggie's wrist tightly. but before she could wretch her arm away, she felt the tip of metal poke against her neck and she froze, looking from aggie's arm over to leon at his command.

AGGIE

"i just want to make sure no one checks out early, that's all. we're just talking, what's wrong with talking?" aggie's eyes were wide, she could hear her heart beating--or was that nike's? she couldn't tell. she pushed the arrow ever so closer. "i won't hurt her, not unless i have reason to. we're allies, right?" she laughed. "i just want this figured out."

LEON

leon looked from nike to aggie, and it was easy to see the fear in his eyes. "aggie i swear, let her go. if you're not going to hurt her, then you'll let her go." he had turned around completely from goldie and was now slowly walking towards the both of them.

NIKE

aggie's focus was on leon. there was a wild look in the girl's eyes, more wild than normal. the tip of the arrow poked at her neck and nike reacted before she thought. her other hand swung up, her body twisting so her hand connected hard with the side of aggie's face. she tried to twist away after the punch, knowing that if she didn't move, the girl was going to kill her.

RONNI

even ronni couldn't be deaf to all of the commotion that was surrounding him now. calix's head was, at this point, almost soaked more with spit than it was blood. satisfied and with tilted head (he was still letting that loogie stream run low and beautiful) he gazed to the side to see what was happening.

GOLDIE

goldie unclenched her fists. "okay. yeah. you're right." she sighed. she'd just shown how weak she was, and she was going to have to deal with that, but not now. now she had to mourn her brother. the brother she hadn't had since she was six. see? it was getting easier already

AGGIE

for a moment after she was hit, aggie stood completely still, holding her jaw like a wounded animal, the only noise coming from her a slight whimper. nike had a strong left hook, she had, at the very least, dislocated something. with a shuddering sigh, aggie forced her jaw back into place, fixing the girl with cold eyes. "ohhhhh," she groaned, the sound of frustration eventually turning into a delighted laugh. "oh, you're going to wish you hadn't done that." with that, aggie leaped at the girl, her entire body weight connecting with her's as she grabbed onto anything she could find with her hands, gripping onto the girl's ponytail to keep her still. with her hands occupied, aggie only stopped for a moment, unsure of what to do for just a moment. she went in for a headbutt, but at the last minute realized she had a better weapon, sinking her teeth into the fleshy part of nike's cheek.

RONNI

ronni's jaw dropped open and a stream of built up saliva (reminiscent of the dam burst from annie cresta's arena) unleashed itself upon calix's face. in a voice deepened by horror, he straightened his posture and took a step forward -- really, one would think that it would be a step back, right?  no, not for him; the ruiz men loved conflict. "dude, wh-- man, what the fuck?! woah, woah, woah! o-oh, my god."

LEON

"nike ru-!" leon began to shout but his words were cut off at the sight of aggie and nike fighting. he didn't know what had gotten over him, but he stood completely still and watched in horror as aggie bit down on nike's face. leon looked over at ronni who was closer to the girls than he was just to make sure he wasn't imagining what he had just seen. when ronni told leon that aggie wasn't all there in the head he took it with a pinch of salt, but now he wished he taken his words a lot more seriously.

NIKE

nike's eyes widened, her feet carrying her faster than her mind was going. she hit aggie, she hit aggie. leon's silent demand to run flashed across her mind's eye, but just as she was about to turn, aggie had thrown her body at her, knocking them both to the tiles. nike let out a loud cry, hands shoving at aggie's body in an attempt to force her off. aggie's face quickly darted toward hers and nike braced herself for the headbutt, but she moved past her nose, teeth scraping against her cheek and then pain. nike screamed, fingers gripping tightly at aggie's jacket and trying to shove her back off of her. but that only caused more pain searing through her cheek, the taste of blood all over her tongue.

RONNI

acting on instinct, ronni took off into a full-fledged sprint. he closed the distance between himself and the warring girls in no time. though the boy from four was small -- he would never admit that, though -- he was mighty. he tossed aggie off of nike with ease and placed himself between the two. as nike screamed, ronni looked at aggie with a different pair of eyes. all the bonding that they had done over the course of the games had evaporated. there, standing before him, was the demon of four that everybody in the academy was wary of. "aggie, what the-- why?!  oh, my god." as he yelled, he took the liberty to look back at nike. what he saw was enough to make a bit of bile rise up in his throat. without a second thought, he turned his attention back to aggie.

TL;DR: ronni has finally spat on calix enough to notice everything has gone south very quickly, goldie has calmed down and seen sense, aggie has stopped nike from running off and after nike tries to escape, aggie bites her cheek off but ronni pulls her away before she can do more damage.

#violence tw #blood tw #gore tw #ARENA DAY TWO. #TAG | CAREERS ASSEMBLE! #nikeaurelius #itsallronni‌ #goldieloques #aggieo #these violent delights have violent ends

[cherokeegal1975]

Chapter 1 of “Unexpected Cargo” by Meriah Smith

Running       A desperate man fled through a desolate landscape east towards the safety of the weathered stones ahead.  He hoped he had lost his pursuers for good this time.  The day was already beginning to grow hot and he carried no water, no food and no gear to help him to survive for long and he needed to find shelter from the desert sun until nightfall.  His dust colored robes and pants billowed back in the rising wind and he worried that a sandstorm might be approaching.  It would a blessing if he found shelter in time.       Jonathan Taylor Smith, who was sometimes also known as Desert Rat, didn't really know why he was being pursued so determinedly across the Red Sands Desert by King Richard's personal guards.  He was just a political nobody that transported cargo and passengers; offered his services in various trades in general labor now and again.  He had made himself an excellent reputation for always delivering his cargo to where it needed to go on time.       Admittedly, not all of his cargo and business ventures were technically legal, but he never hauled anything immoral like slaves bound for the market (except on the rare occasions when he planned to liberate them), narcotics for pleasure or cargo meant for harm like weapons.  Of course his trade might have been the reason why he was now being hunted, Johnny reflected as he tried to run even faster in spite of his exhaustion.  They thought he had something they wanted.       Just the night before they had captured his sand ship (a kind of multi-functional low flying hover craft that resembled a train) after a long chase along a dirt road that led away from the little trading post he had just left behind at the breakneck speed of nearly two hundred miles per hour.  To the observer, his rust colored vessel looked like a boxy and ponderous near derelict, but it was capable of going over terrain that most wheeled vehicles would have difficulty with or found impossible to traverse.  His sand ship could travel at greater speeds than one's initial impression would suggest as it sat still or floated slowly, almost silently over the ground.       It could turn on a stone, stop dead in a heartbeat and accelerate from zero to one hundred and eighty in sixty seconds flat.  It's interior and exterior were spelled to handle the physical stresses of the sudden shifts in speed without damaging itself, its cargo or its passengers.  No matter how fast his sand ship sped above the ground, his ship and his cargo never suffered from the additional g-forces.  The spells kept gravity at a steady normal, as if it were standing still.       Johnny mentally cursed and mourned the loss of his sand ship as he panted through parched lips and his thick leather boots beat the ground with every running step.  It had been his home as well has his main source of his livelihood and he was uncertain if he would ever get it back.       However, he was not so blinded by the loss of all of his possessions that he couldn't remember to be grateful that he escaped before the guards or Prince Richard decided on the best way to kill him.  And he thanked the Goddess of all Creation with every fiber of his being that they didn't catch Goldie and Little Girl.       They would have killed Goldie outright and sold Little Girl back into slavery as a gladiator in the worst blood sport events some of the oasis towns had to offer.  The very thought of Goldie dead and Little Girl winding up mad and broken of spirit from the abuse of her captors and fighting life and death battles just for entertainment, squeezed his heart with fear and worry.  He would die to protect them both. ��     He spared a glance up at the sky and was rewarded once again with the form of a young dragon leading him on towards the safety of the rocks and water just ahead.  She carried what little supplies she managed to recover, with Goldie clinging to the base of her neck. This was his dragon that he had rescued from slavery and then adopted as his own daughter.  He called her Little Girl because he couldn't think of what else to call her and she refused to respond to any other name.  It wasn't her true name, neither he or Little Girl knew it.  They hoped to find it together someday, if they survived being hunted.       Little Girl would have let him ride her across the skies along with the rest of what she was carrying if she could have, but she was still too small to bear his weight.  In her true form she was not much bigger than a Great Dane and she was yet unable to make herself any bigger by shape shifting alone.  One day she would grow to the size of an African bull elephant, but she was only about ten years old now, not much more than a baby in dragon terms.  She could only lead him on and carry Goldie the female desert rat he had befriended as a boy.       He staggered up a long steep grade that led up to the big jagged rocks he was headed for.  Just a bit farther...just a bit farther...then they could rest. Even now he could see the cave entrance that didn't look to be more than a mere shallow crack.  He knew there was a concealed passage just to the right once he squeezed past the narrow opening.  There was good shelter inside and a pool of spring water, its overflow trickled further back into the cave system, so no one from the outside would discover there was water here.  Unless they had the assistance of a desert rat, a dragon's unfailing ability to find water even when it was miles away, plus his own working knowledge of the local landscape.       His hunters neither had the assistance of his companions nor possessed his intimate knowledge of the desert.  No self-respecting dragon would willingly permit herself to be domesticated by anyone and the royal guards hated desert rats.  Like most city dwellers, they tended to kill them on sight whenever possible, which was not easy to do.  Desert rats were intelligent, opportunistic, highly alert and magically gifted.         Anyone trading in grains or other edible food stuffs had a terrible time keeping the tenacious rodents out of their stores.  They could bring a trader to ruin in a matter of days without the proper wards to keep them out.       Johnny stumbled and fell gasping; another one of those damned cramps had him in its grips again.  He didn't know the source of what ailed him, though he suspected magic. The source of that magic might have been the princess that found him eight days before.  She was recently widowed when her husband was killed for the throne by his younger brother.  She had fled for her life, found Johnny and asked for his help.       Warning bells went off in his head, but one look at those big dark eyes tearing up after he initially refused her and he had to relent.  Johnny was tough as nails, resourceful and capable of cold practicality when needed.  Yet by no means was he heartless; it was both his strength and sometimes his weakness.  His good nature got him into trouble more than once in his thirty years of life.       The princess was a competent white witch; she had drugged him somehow or cast a sleep spell on him shortly after he agreed to help her.  When he had awakened, she gave him the royal seal, asked him to keep it safe for her until she contacted him again and requested its return.       He accepted the task along with twenty-five pieces gold as a retainer.  Yet he had sensed some other motive and that keeping the royal seal safe was just a cover for the real reason she needed his help.       Before he could discover the truth, they had been attacked by Prince Richard's guards.  He made his escape at Princess Elena's barked command to go while her own guards fought to protect her. He liked Princes Elena, but he wanted nothing to do with politics.  Getting too much attention from royalty meant they might discover the less than legal cargo he sometimes carried.  He would honor the contract that he made with the Princess to the best of his ability; he had a reputation to maintain.  Besides, Elena could take care of herself.  In addition to her personal guards she was powerful in her magics.       Johnny had no knack for spells himself, so he could not divine what the princess had done to him while he lay in his enchanted stupor.  Nor had he been able to ask any practitioners of magic along his usual trade routes.  Since agreeing to help the Princess, every time he stopped for more than a few hours, Prince Richard's guards would find him again.  Why Prince Richard wanted that stupid hunk of metal bad enough to kill him for, he didn't know.       The cramps started just twelve hours after he had escaped capture from the royal guards.  They started as annoying twinges he forgot about as soon as they passed, but the steadily became worse.  The cramps would go from a dull pain nothing would fix, to so agonizing that it left him sick and weak until it passed and he could catch his breath.  The constant dull pain passed in a couple of days, but the periodic attacks would come and go without warning.       After four days of this, he realized couldn't continue business while trying to hide from the guards.  So, he stocked up on extra supplies and headed out into the deep desert intending to stay there until things cooled down and Prince Richard lost interest in him.       For three days the ruse seemed to work, relatively few people dared to live in the largely unmapped and completely untamed wilderness where water sources were unknown to the city dwellers and royal houses of the Red Sands.  Johnny had grown up there and had lived with a nomadic tribe of honorable thieves since he was twelve years old.  He knew how to survive in the desert far better than any of the royal guards that were chasing him.       Then somehow they located him, after he had passed briefly through a tiny trading post looking for any useful local gossip.  They chased him down with their heavy wheeled vehicles after he and his family had fled back into the Dune Lady, driving away as fast as his sand ship could go.       He might have gotten away if they didn't have a powerful armor piercing rifle that took out his main engine before he could make it to terrain too rough for them to cross at any great speed. Little Girl had been sitting in the passenger seat in her child form holding Goldie in her lap when the sand ship suddenly dropped out of the air and skidded to a halt in a cloud of dust, nearly tipping over sideways more than once as it came to rest.       "Get out!"  Johnny had ordered desperately as he leaned over them and shoved open the passenger door.  "Take Goldie and fly away from here!  Go find the other dragons and stay with them!  I will catch up when I can."       "Daddy, no!" she cried in protest as she hugged the frightened rat to her bare chest, terrified tears running down her cheeks.       Already he could hear the guards approaching through the rapidly dissipating dust cloud.  He couldn't fight them all, defend them both and he wasn't fast enough to escape them on foot.  He had to get Little Girl to flee.       "GO!!!" he shouted at her with a gentle shove toward the open door.  "Fly into the sun as fast as you can!  Do it now!"       With a sob, the brave and beautiful child tumbled out of the passenger door and shifted into her true form with Goldie still in her arms.  She did as she was told, flying into the sun as fast as she could. The guards fired their guns at her, blinded by the bright sun they missed their target and she was soon out of sight altogether.       They had hauled him out of his broken ship and attempted to subdue him with great difficulty.  He knew he couldn't fight them all, but he was determined to kill as many as he could before they killed him.  He could at least buy Little Girl and Goldie some more time to get away. He managed to break free of the first guard that grabbed him, killing that one first with his pistol and then several more.  They rushed him before he could reload, but he managed to kill three more with his curved short sword.       He might have brought down a few more, possibly even escaped in spite of his initial misgivings, if he hadn't come down with another attack of those damned debilitating cramps that caught him by surprise and involuntarily doubled him over in agony. Johnny cursed the princess under his breath, face pressed in the dirt, as they pinned him to the ground and took his sword.  They tied his hands behind his back with rough hemp ropes and hobbled his feet then stood him up again.       He watched helplessly as they ransacked his sand ship's cargo hold, tore up his and Little Girl's few personal belongings and maliciously blew small holes into his ship's hull with their fire arms after they finished with their reckless search of his ship's interior.       They found the seal.  He didn't have time to hide the troublesome thing while he was busy running and hiding in the oasis towns that were his usual haunts.  They "officially" declared him a thief, a murderer, and a traitor to the crown and he was to await judgment by his Highness King Richard...blah, blah, blah...       Johnny didn't care, all he wanted was to escape, with his sand ship if possible and find Little Girl and Goldie.  He wasn't loyal to any established government.  How could he be a traitor to a kingdom that he was not a citizen of?       The sun was setting when he had finally been captured.  He soon learned that Prince Richard himself was coming in person to see him.  The guards' orders were to remain until he arrived early the next morning.       Johnny's heart sank.  A personal visit by royalty in the middle of nowhere couldn't be good news.  Out here, one could get away with murder and worse without anyone in polite society being any the wiser. The guards didn't feed him or give him any water.  They kept his confiscated supplies and their own to themselves.  Laughing and gaming with cards or dice, they would sometimes try to torment him by offering him food and water then denying it.  After the second time, Johnny just ignored them, laid down and tried to rest as the night cooled uncomfortably.         He didn't know how long he lay there, shivering on the still warm sand in the cold air.  They had not provided him with a fire to keep warm and his only company was a single guard that watched over him grimly.  It was clear to Johnny that he would rather be gaming with the others.       Sometime later, he heard his guard say with a nasty chuckle, "Have a drink!"       Johnny opened his eyes and then rolled out of the way barely in time to avoid being urinated on.  The guards all looked up, laughed at him and cheered his antagonist as he put his private parts back into his loose fitting grey pants.  They laughed again when Johnny doubled over in pain as he lay on his side, trying not to cry out as his lower belly cramped up.  The mysterious attacks never lasted long, but they left him sweating and sick to his stomach.  So far he managed to avoid vomiting; he needed to conserve his body fluids as much as possible.       He didn't know how he was going to escape in his current condition, but he was determined to try once the opportunity presented itself.  Until then, he let the guards think he was completely subdued.  He tried to make himself comfortable on the sand again, trying not to shiver, trying to will his stomach to settle and trying to ignore the increasing ache in his limbs from being tied up for so long.       Then to everyone's surprise off to the west, came a sweet singing voice with words no one could quite make out.  It was haunting, achingly beautiful and filled with such longing that tears were brought to Johnny's eyes.  He knew who it was and prayed that Little Girl would come back to her senses and fly away again.       Even a few of the royal guards started to sniffle quietly; it would take a heart of stone not to be moved by the Little Girl's singing.  Their leader barked an order for some of his underlings to go find the singer and bring her to him.       While everyone was distracted by Little Girl, there was a soft almost inaudible scuffling coming up from behind him, then a tugging sensation at his wrists.  Johnny smiled, he didn't know whether to praise or reprimand Little Girl and Goldie for coming up with this plan.  He feared that they may be all killed before he got the chance to either.  Goldie continued to gnaw as fast as she could through the tough ropes at his wrists from inside of his left sleeve so the guards wouldn't spot her.  It was a good thing that Johnny's sleeves were so loose fitting because Goldie was the size of a small domestic cat.  In about thirty seconds his rat's teeth made short work of the rough hemp rope and then she scrambled silently to chew through the rope binding his feet while hiding inside his loose pants leg.       By now, all the guards were straining to see who the singer was through the darkness of the moonless night.  Little Girl kept eluding the guards hunting her as she kept singing, no easy feat, even for a dragon.       Johnny resisted the urge to sit up and stretch his limbs and instead remained unmoving with his hands still behind his back.  He planned to wait until the last second to make a run for it.  He looked up carefully at the guard standing next to him, he was staring fixedly to the west, head slightly cocked and listening intently.       Goldie cut his ankles free and hurried back to his hands, pressing her furry back into his palms.  To his surprise, a small sheathed hunting knife was strapped to her back by a leather cord.  He grasped the hilt with his right hand and Goldie backed up to free the blade from its sheathe.       Suddenly she leapt up onto Johnny's shoulder and then launched herself at his guard's black bearded face.  She went for his eyes, viciously tearing at them with her sharp rat teeth before the man managed to dislodge his attacker.  Johnny was on him a second after the guard had roughly dislodged the rat from his face with a startled cry of pain and revulsion.  In one practiced move slit his throat to keep him from calling for help or try to stop Johnny from escaping.         His limbs aching and stiff, Johnny none the less managed to flee with as much speed as his long legs would carry him, a blood stained Goldie following close behind at his heels.  Fortunately, none of the blood was hers; she had managed to escape injury when the guard had thrown her.       It only took a few seconds for his captors to realize what happened and they were after him with shouts and ringing explosions of gunfire.  Little Girl circled silently as an owl above Johnny just out of range of the firelight, so she was nearly invisible in the darkness.  Whenever a guard got to close to her father she spat fire balls at them with deadly accuracy and neatly evaded being shot by their fellows, flying quickly away from the area she had launched her fireballs; making herself an unpredictable and elusive target.  She hated to use her fire on living things, but she would not allow the men to hurt her father.       Johnny ignored the screams as they burned and he fled deeper and deeper into the desert.  He stayed in the scant scrub and rocky places where the guard's vehicles couldn't go as easily as he and his companions did.  The guards knew that so they continued to chase him on foot, but they couldn't keep up for long.  For all of their special training, compared to him, they were soft and a little out of shape.  They couldn't run in the desert all night with barely a pause.  Johnny however could, because he had great stamina built up from many years of hard work in harsh conditions.       And he had two other boons in his favor that they didn't have, he had a dragon and a high steep cliff looming ahead of him.  At just inches above six feet tall, Johnny knew that his lean frame was too much weight for Little Girl to carry any distance; however she was strong enough to slow his fall.       "We got him men!"  shouted their leader from some distance behind as they tracked him with their electric torches.  They saw the cliff too and assumed that he would stop once he got the edge.       "Goldie?" he panted as he pointed to the cliff's edge.       "Okay go," she squeaked as she guessed his plan.  "Meet you below."  Then she was gone, vanished into thin air.       Trusting that Little Girl would see what he was up to and in total confidence in her, he ran even faster, almost heedless of his footing as he fled towards the cliff.       "HEY!  He's going to jump!"  Someone shouted.       ZZZZZING!  A bullet was fired at his shoulder with the intent of slowing him down, but missed in a flash of greenish light he saw out of the corner of his eye.       Little Girl hit the marksman in the chest with a fireball and he fell screaming and rolling in the dirt, trying to put it out.       Too busy running for his life to contemplate the significance of what he had just seen in that green flash of light, Johnny filed it away in his mind for later and kept moving.       "He's warded!" another guard shouted.  "SHIT!"       BANG-BANG!   "Where is that fire coming from?"  "Watch out!"  "Hurry up!  Don't let the prisoner get away!"         The shouts of the guards barely registered in Johnny's mind.  Just then he reached the edge of the cliff, heart leaping even higher into his throat than he knew possible, he gathered himself up and jumped as hard as he could before he lost his nerve.       Little Girl screaming in horrified protest as he fell with his arms spread wide, she dove after him, catching him in a matter of milliseconds after his leap of faith. Johnny got a vague impression of a small dark mass falling past him as she caught him.  She had been carrying something and had dropped it to be rid of the extra weight. Smooth scaled forelegs wrapped around his upper torso just under his arms, her hot breath gusting in desperate pants just above his head, Little Girl's feathered wings beat frantically to slow his decent to the rocky ground below.       Johnny did his best to help her by trying not to move too much and cause his weight to shift around.  He also tried to not act as terrified as he felt.  If he panicked so would she, possibly causing her to make a fatal mistake.       Thanks to the moonless sky, he couldn't see anything beyond Little Girl's beating wings.  Below, it was almost pitch black at the base of the cliff and he couldn't see how fast they were descending.  Fortunately Little Girl's eyes would have no trouble seeing in the dark; she could see well enough for both of them.       Little Girl made high distressed whistling noises every exhale as she strained to save her father's life.  Her wings beat harder as she redoubled her efforts to slow them down and he could literally feel her frantically slamming heartbeat between his shoulder blades where her chest was pressed firmly up against him.       The controlled fall and the rush of wind seemed to take forever and Johnny began to worry they might not make it.  Then he could just make out the starlit ground a few yards below his hanging feet.  It was coming up fast, almost too fast.  He gritted his teeth and braced for impact and he resisted the urge to tell Little Girl to slow down; he knew she was doing her best.       "OOOFF!" he said as the wind was knocked out of him as he finally hit the ground and tumbled sideways.  He nearly slammed into a thorn bush when she was forced to drop him a couple of feet off the ground to avoid crash landing on top of him and injuring them both with the impact.  Fortunately the satchel Little Girl had dropped had landed in front of the bush and it served to stop his roll before he wound up in a rather prickly situation.       He sat up panting and looked around to see if Little Girl was alright.  She was fine...and she was seriously pissed off.  She had landed a few feet away to his left with her eagle wings and elongated triangular head drooping tiredly.  Tongue lolling, her mouth hung agape as she panted hard to catch her breath, causing her flanks to heave with every inhale and exhale.  Her furiously glaring yellow gold eyes flashed dimly in the starlight as they fixed on him when she lifted her head.  They were wet with tears that had been blown back during their decent.  Her tail lashed back and forth like an angry cat.  Her jaws still hanging open as she breathed in great steaming gusts of the cold night air, she bared her fangs and emitted a short growl.       "Sorry Sweetie," Johnny apologized with complete sincerity as he tried to catch his own breath.  "I'll make it up to you, alright?"       Little Girl barked angrily, hopped on her forelegs, landing stiffly with a soft thump and kicking up small puffs of dust with impact of her front feet.  Before she could make any further comment, her attention was suddenly diverted by a sound Johnny didn't catch at first.  The shadowy form of her head had whipped to the right and upward, then she snarled viciously.       Then he heard it as Goldie finally came out of hiding and curled up in his lap.  Engine noise from some of the trucks as the guards started them.  He knew there was a way to drive down from up there and it would be only a matter of time before they found it.       He turned to Little Girl and asked, "Can you fly?"       Little Girl lifted her wings experimentally and then chuffed an affirmative.       "Good."  Johnny grabbed the satchel with its unknown contents.  Untying the sheathe from Goldie's back, he replaced the knife he had somehow managed to hang on to, placed both in the sack and gently tossed it to Little Girl.  She caught it deftly in her forepaws as Johnny stood up with Goldie in his arms and placed her on Little Girl's withers.       Goldie clung tightly to the dragon's feather mane with all four feet, readying herself for takeoff.  Little Girl launched herself up into the air with Johnny running along behind her.       They went like this all night, stopping only briefly to catch their breaths.  Luckily, Johnny's attacks were not frequent and he managed to recover quickly enough not to slow them down too much.

(This book can be purchased as a paperback book or as a Kindle on Amazon)

#Fantasy #dragon #mpreg #hetrosexualmpreg #literature

[michael-and-bots]

FNAF character headcanons for my AU!

This is for my personal AU for what I think happens in the FNAF timeline+more! Click under the cut to see everyone!

Humans

Michael Afton: Mostly just Done and Tired. He’s easy to anger and upset(who wouldn’t be in his state?), but he really is a good dude. It’s just kinda hard being a walking corpse man with trauma so intense that no therapist would believe you. He also has no one except for Jeremy and Scott(phone guy), who both have their own shit to deal with. He COULD consider the animatronics his friends, but that’s kinda hard when they try to kill him every night. Has the life goal of ending what his father began.

William Afton: GROSS BOY!! He’s not a stereotypical maniac killer, he’s a genius, and isn’t afraid to to flaunt that, but his utter lack of empathy is what makes him not feel any remorse for what he does, and his lack of care for anything but himself and genuine curiosity of what happens when you die is what drove him to murder. He’s awful. (See more: Springtrap)

Elizabeth Afton: Cheerful, curious, and adventurous. She’s much like her father in these ways, however she has more empathy and wishes to help people, however she’s not afraid to place herself before others. Around eight years old before death. (See more: Baby)

Cassidy Afton: Shy, hesitant, and introverted. He very quiet when around strangers, and still quiet when around family. He has a lot going on in his head- a giant imagination, something he gets from his father. He often gets dragged along by his twin sister on adventures. Around eight years old before death. (See more: Golden Freddy)

Mrs. Afton: Quiet and kinda a doormat. She loves singing and often sings to her children or to herself. She is kinda scared of William, but genuinely cares about him and tries everything she can to make him happy. Committed suicide after her first child died and her husband refused to give her comfort. (See more: Ballora)

Jeremy: This Boy Has No Fear And Someone Must Stop Him. He obviously can’t get a job in his condition of, Yknow, lacking a frontal lobe? Luckily, Scott took him in and they’ve been living together for the most part!! Jeremy would get into a lot of trouble while Scott was at work until Michael eventually moved in as well. Making sure Jeremy didn’t follow any dumb fucking impulse was like a day shift, but he didn’t mind it too much. Jeremy does care about people and things and does have a will to live, he just completely forgets that stuff when he gets distracted and interested by something that would usually make someone take off running.

Scott(Phone Guy): Nervous twink. Has been working in the establishment for a LONG ASS TIME! He’s pretty sketchy and kinda a compulsive liar, mostly out of fear of William, even after the guys dead. He is literally constantly trying to get Michael and Jeremy to Not Do The Thing.

Henry: Big ol happy bear guy! For awhile, at least. After Charlie died and all the things happened with William, he lost his will to live. Design and engineering was no longer fun to him after someone he grew up with and cared about shattered everything about them in his face with a trail of bloody child murders. Rather sketchy and vague. Deeply cares about his mission to end this as much as Michael does. Charlie: A kind-hearted little girl adopted by Henry. She’s the mom friend- someone who tries to make sure everyone’s happy and tries her best to make sure everything’s okay. She was best friends with Elizabeth before she was killed. Around eight years old before death. (See more: Marionette)

Animatronics

Freddy: Stoic, leader-like, quiet, very reclusive and tries to hide just about anything emotional.

Bonnie: nervous and twitchy, but kinda clever in a way? He'll like drop his guitar or something while muttering "shit. Fuck. Fuck. Dammit. This shits slipping like my guts did through That Bitch Williams hands.." and then get whacked in the back of the head by the others. Hates his body and doesn’t like to be stared at.

Chica: Very soft gal! She doesn’t really take many things seriously? She screams a lot and cusses like a sailor even when being nice. She's very motherly though and adores the kids.

Foxy: little shit garbage boy. Very unstable and emotional and emo. He hides in his cove and when he's not hiding he's being a little shit by making fun of everyone. Twitches a lot. Bonds with Bonnie well cause they joke about their trauma. "This here pizzas worse than that fuckin' kids skull, Chica. Did ya even cook the shit? I'll go Gordon Ramsay on yar ass, I swear it." (Even tho he didn’t cause the bite- though tbh I feel like he pretends to have some psychic twin connection with Mangle for some dumb reason)

Toy Freddy: "listen, man. I'm not possessed by any fucking kids. I'm just here to do my job. And eat pizza."

Toy Bonnie: "> : 3 c"

Toy Chica: Very flirty and chipper, far sweeter than normal chica. While og chica will fight someone if they insult her, Toy Chica will just cry or smth imo.

Mangle: "!!!!!!!!!BARK!!!!!!!!!!!!!BALL????????????????H????????!!!!$!$&&;&;!:7374:${£}£|\+!!!!!!!!!!!!"(literally haunted by a dog. no one can really understand them except for Chica or sometimes Foxy. However, they use sign language to communicate to everyone else.)

Golden Freddy/Fredbear: Goes by Goldie. Far more childish than someone would expect. Hates his reflection. Very rarely shows up because of his fear of the other animatronics, even though he's aware they're also kids possessing them. Don’t ask how he functions in an empty suit, he doesn’t know either. (See more: Cassidy Afton).

Marionette: Goes by “Em”. An Absolute Mom. She takes care of everyone in the restaurant and looks after them. She was overprotective at first, but when the re-opened building closed after The Bite she lost that bloodlust and was fine with hiding away with Goldie, especially since he’s very lonely and doesn’t panic looking at her. She also feels rather bad for Michael, and would never kill anyone EXCEPT for William. Very close with Baby. (See more: Charlie)

Springtrap: Absolute sweetheart!!!! Baby boy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wouldn't harm a fly!!!!!!! Most the time. His connection with Williams soul is different than everyone else? While they kinda fused(??) with their animatronics cause the puppet gave em life, Springtrap is still his own bot but very often possessed by William, who is of course fucking awful. mostly a mute due to his broken down voice box and his fear of talking in general due to so many years alone with just Williams soul(see more: William Afton).

Baby: She’s kinda a little shit? She seems quiet and polite but her very soft-spoken voice says some alarming things or just straight up insults. She’s rather clever and can easily outsmart practically everyone. She doesn’t seem to be very bothered by her death unlike everyone else. After getting kicked out by Ennard, her endoskeleton literally hangs out in the back alley way- or even the kitchen of Freddy’s. Often talks to Em. (see more: Elizabeth Afton).

Ballora: Mom friend, or more like literal mom, in a sense. Ballora is possessed by Mrs. Afton, and is rather aggressive in a way that is vague if you catch my drift. She has a love/hate relationship with William, which is a very common symptom of abuse(see more: Mrs. Afton).

Funtime Freddy: ABSOLUTE CHAOTIC DUMBASS. (used to be shocked the most out of everyone else- eventually it damaged his hard drive and made him more chaotic. They had to hook him off of the controlled shock treatment to prevent him from over frying.)

Funtime Foxy: attention whore. Enjoys being a dumb shithead just like Ft Freddy, but takes the fact that he used to be a child and was killed by the person enslaving them more seriously.

Ennard: An amalgamation of Baby, Ballora, and FT Freddy and Foxy. It’s a little chaotic shit, and has this fake crush on Michael, and enjoys making fun of his pain.

Molten Freddy: Ennard, but without Baby. After Baby was kicked out, both Ballora and Ft Foxy were too submissive to take her place as the one in charge, so Ft Freddy took control, which wasn’t a very good idea. Molten Freddy is very chaotic and loud, as well as twitchy and dangerous. Ennard's slight attachment towards Michael was replaced by pure love for seeing him suffer- but more just disinterest in general.

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