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jonathankatwhatever · 6 months

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What if I’m correct? What if I have the fundamental correct, and what’s happening is I//I of some kind, probably unlabeled, is the search function inherent in D-structure, meaning the sweep of what becomes a Boundary, like a point rotating, like an n-gon tracing, reducing in my mind to a Hexagon, then spinning out either 1 then 2 or 2 at once, because that first alternation can be squeezed to that 2 by occurring in both orientations, in the I//I of orientation within the D-structure. So that’s an example of a fan(o,s) too, phrased as Alternation of the Pathways in which a pair identifies as Not to the Is of the remaining 4, which means at the predicate level where we invoke all the HC methods.

I just remembered an incident from my childhood. I can’t remember what grade it was. We had a student teacher or something like that. There are so many memories from that time: I can’t sort them super fast like someone with a true eidetic memory. I try to not remember things.

Anyway, I wrote a story for this teacher about the colonial attack on Trenton. I wrote a really nice scene of the beforehand, meaning a lot of setup, which is what I always like about play, the getting ready. I liked that kind of work. The same way I like kitchen prep and doing laundry or vacuuming: each of those is a form of getting ready. What is that form? I think of it as a gs prime which repeats in different guises so it becomes a trait. I keep thinking that trait tilts female because inherent to the + image, the versions of you and of me which generate deeper understanding of the HC, is the identification of us as enacting the basic entanglement of states which appear at a higher level than how we perceive quantum states. That is, a photon is already light, already carries information in this universe, and is exactly that

Oh come on, this can’t be. I haven’t typed that in a while but it’s clear as a bell: we’re saying that matter itself speaks, that the gravitational field is another example of informational exchange potential across distance, and that we are looking at localized examples of that in which the mass portion generates a great deal of disturbance with a specific signal which then interacts with another which has been waiting, exactly like any number of plot lines used, from the Trojan horse embodying literal men inside an idea to War of the Worlds and the conspiracies about Jews. Or in the other direction, that Jesus was implanted here, and thus had to be implanted in a womb because he had to be the egg, not the chicken, had to be born as a human, thus inspiring so much of Western philosophy to look into those conceptions, which is exactly what Jesus told me when I was a kid. He told me I’d remember these things later on when it was appropriate, as he put it, not when it was needed but when it was time.

That time, by the way, would be the ordinality of the scalar. That’s a cool lyric. That is, let’s say you are on a boat paddling downstream past onlookers, past bridges, past herons, so each of those is a point, and behind that point of this bird, this house, this spot which you cross now and now and now, is all the gs which you literally can’t see because you can paddle around the island and can verify that it is indeed an island, because you can see that it’s a mallard not a wood duck, because you can distinguish this from that. Let’s say it’s dark and you can’t see the banks, just the inky blackness, and you can only construct the trip with internal landmarks, like when you got really afraid or when you thought you saw something. That’s an nSquare. The former was counting grid squares because each of those values is the Bip of a grid square. That house is a literal construction, same as that bird, and that means it is the Bip, and we already described how sK ordinality across the counting field unifies the grid squares layers at the Bip. The Bip passes Pathways through layers, injecting into a gs what has collected so that squirts out the other side.

That is fundamental seeding, pregnancy, etc. I had an Achilles moment pop in when I reached the words after inky blackness. Achilles is an entanglement story in which the human is immortal, meaning an impossibility which can only exist because the Gods made it happen. I always need to say: the story about his heel was invented later to explain why the immortal was no longer around. Ties up the loose End so the story appears logical within the finite mortal world. And the entanglement is basic: it’s literally an understanding that mortality has meaning because when you’re immortal that’s equivalent to counting up to some n when n doesn’t care because it’s always counting up to some n. You’re no special n, just an n.

This means that in their further past, which means existing at that time in less developed parts of the world, were versions in which mortality’s relationship with the unknown was even more basic, to where it could not be rendered other than in cave paintings of life, of handprints, of animals perhaps hunted or kept. Where it shifts forms of articulation all the way back to sharing a fire. The point about a fire is not that it keeps you warm, but that it makes you visible. This means you will attract predators, including members of your own species, which means you either are really safe where you are or really need warmth or you have perhaps banded together, as family or families, which becomes gatherings of the various peoples at the specific times of year when karma puts them all together, like when the signs align, whether that’s through the sun and stars or because of an event. All of these familiar concepts can now be described using the logic of the HC.

That means we are tying creation together.

Here’s an example. One could argue we have been advancing toward a shared understanding of how to describe war. Until now, we could say genocide was an attempt to wipe out a people, whether by direct force or by taking away their culture, like by suppressing their language. The latter is cultural genocide. But now, the Palestinians claim that Israel responding to Palestinian attacks on Israel is genocide, changing the meaning of the word so it means ‘attacking Hamas eliminate to eliminate the culture of resistance is genocide because that is our culture so therefore you are committing cultural genocide by defending yourself against us’. And much of the world buys this, if not outright then implicitly because they go along with a side that thinks this way because they are biased against Jews and they are not capable of seeing themselves. They may be adept at seeing the faults of others, but they’re not good at seeing their own.

How else is it genocide? There has to be a connection for people to mouth the words. It can be as simple as the appeal of rhyming sea to free: that attracts the same level of deep thought as drink-fueled chants at football games.

So for example in a fantasy world, interactions can achieve local perfection because they’re facile constructs. This gets to the whole way to turn negative imagery: enacting violence against others requires identifying them externally first, internally second. That translates into the male conception of team, of fighting for a common cause, of brotherhood, etc. That’s really more your thing.

I had to stand up for a moment after that because I think I started above with the question what if I’m correct. The idea is to find a True path, one that oh for crying out loud, that’s the HC imagery again, right at the surface when the t in true is T. Which to me is Dru to True.

Had to get up and walk around again after that one. Each one of these feels like rooms, like xyR, have opened up and said come on in, we’ve been waiting for you.

So when matter speaks, it speaks through the capabilities it has and which develop. This fulfills one of my oldest clear conceptions of how choice operates: you’re looking for a stone in a clear stream filled with stones. You want the one that’s valuable. That value is defined non-locally. The attributes appear locally, if they exist locally, if you can find them. This is one reason why the conception of colonialism as a particularly evil form of oppression is absurd: it’s the same kind of extraction of use from resources as any other. As in, if you want America to be talking about its race problem in 100 years, then you must work to maintain it as a problem, because then it is your culture that exists as problem and you define yourselves like the Palestinians as having a culture of resistance so it’s genocide to destroy it.

That realization distracted me.

So we exist as stable Bip states on the ordinal edge, which thus inserts a Boundary in front of us, which we can stretch and poke at but can never penetrate because it’s the cardinal-ordinal, the co in co-existence and co-operation because that links the HG’s, links the 2:1:2 of 1-0Segment to End to 1-0Segment, so we can say that 1 is 2 and 0 is 1. I’m trying to see where that goes next.

There’s nothing new in generating the orthogonal 2Square. Construction of nSquares is easy beyond that, and this follows the same generating pattern as anything else, like primes as roots for any number of constructions, like H/D, like fCM.

I’m running out of energy this 12 Nov 2023. It’s not almost 9AM and I’ve been working since about 6AM. The HC. All of this coming together of material came from the implicit assertion that the gender identification at the core is correct.

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samioli · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DuckTales (Cartoon 2017) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lena (Disney: DuckTales)/Webby Vanderquack, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Della Duck/Penumbra, Past Donald Duck/Storkules, Past Scrooge McDuck/Santa Claus, Launchpad McQuack/Drake Mallard/Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera, Drake Mallard/Launchpad McQuack, Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera/Launchpad McQuack, Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera/Drake Mallard Characters: Webby Vanderquack, Lena (Disney: DuckTales), Della Duck, Donald Duck, Scrooge McDuck, Launchpad McQuack, Louie Duck, Huey Duck, Dewey Duck Additional Tags: Fluff, Insecurity, Insecure Webby Vanderquack, all the past relationships are on good terms Summary:

Della stopped, squinting at her brother and putting her hands on her hip. “What is that supposed to mean? I’m dating a moon person! Who would know better than someone dating a moon person?!”

“I dated a literal god!”

“Would you two stop your yapping?” Scrooge cut in, looking very unimpressed. “It’s not like it’s a competition. Besides,” He continues, smirking confidently, “If it were, I would win. I dated Santa.”

Complete silence falls upon the room.

“WHAT?”

Or, the fic where Webby asks for dating advice and then chaos ensues.

#ducktales #weblena #dellumbra #drakepad #scranta #dorkules #fenpad #gizmowing

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a-sirens-melody · 3 years

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Darkwing Duck’s Greatest Enemy: Type 1 Diabetes (And Definitely Not Self Loathing)

Quick author's note: Launchpad switches between he/they throughout the fic, just so no one gets confused! If you have any questions abt diabetes, feel free to ask me. With that said, enjoy!

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So far, tonight has gone really well.

It's date night, and this time they're spending it eating takeout from Hamburger Hippo and watching Darkwing Duck at Launchpad's place. Wrappers lay on the floor, ignored in favor of watching Darkwing kick Megavolt’s ass on screen.

Drake is currently leaning into Launchpad's side on the couch, his partner’s arm wrapped around his waist. It all feels so cozy and domestic that he never wants it to end.

And then, because Drake must have seriously pissed off some powerful being in a past life, it happens.

Megavolt’s face becomes blurry, and it's a little harder to focus on the TV. A quick look around the room tells him that, actually, it's hard to focus on anything right now. He knows what this means; he's gotten better at picking up on the signs after twenty-eight years of living with a half-functioning pancreas.

His blood sugar’s starting to drop.

He tries to close his eyes and listen instead, but the shake of his hands quickly corrects him. He is dropping and he needs to find something to eat. Even though he just ate, like, an hour ago.

Dammit.

“Drake?”

He opens his eyes and notices that the episode is paused. He hadn't even realized, he was so caught up in his symptoms. The second thing he notices is Launchpad looking right at him.

He guesses that they felt his shaking because there's concern in their eyes now. A brief wave of guilt sweeps over him and he almost misses their question. “Is your blood sugar low?”

He finds it's a little hard to form words right now (and that scares him, it always does), so he nods his head slightly and hums.

“I'm gonna go get you a juice box.”

The arm wrapped around him vanishes as LP gets up. He helps him lay down on the couch, head pillowed on the armrest. He's still cold without his boyfriend, though, so Drake can't help the small whine that escapes him. God, he sounds pathetic.

Launchpad's eyes soften and they lean down to kiss his forehead. “I'll be right back, okay?”

A little embarrassed, Drake nods and watches the other duck head to his fridge. He closes his eyes again and almost sighs in relief as he's met with darkness. You can't lose your focus if there's nothing to focus on in the first place.

Did that even make sense? Whatever. His brain’s not working properly right now.

The sounds of his partner rummaging through the shelves fill the air. Drake is reminded of earlier when things felt so domestic between them. It's only been a couple of months since they started dating, but Launchpad already feels like the home he never had.

Drake doesn't know how he got so lucky; sometimes it all feels like a dream.

Launchpad leaving is his worst nightmare. He knows he's being a little dramatic, but his anxiety gets the better of him sometimes. He's too much, too expensive, too-

“Found it!” Footsteps pull Drake out of his thoughts and he cracks his eyes open. Launchpad already tore off the wrapping on the plastic straw and stuck it in the box. He holds it out now and places it near Drake's beak. “Drink this, okay?”

He moves the straw into his mouth with a hum and starts sucking the juice down, only stunned for a second at the chill. Fruit punch, his mind distantly informs him. It's his favorite flavor, but he's too focused on getting it into his system to really appreciate it right now.

When the juice box is thoroughly drained, he gives his boyfriend a small smile. He feels like he can talk without sounding like he's drunk now, so he says, “thanks, LP.”

“Anytime,” is the warm reply he receives. If Drake was of sound mind, he would kiss Launchpad breathless and maybe, maybe, utter those three little words that have grown harder to ignore as of late.

I love you.

The words are barely on the tip of his tongue even now. Yikes, his filter's pretty weak already. He tries to stuff the words down by chewing on the straw. Struggling with one of the disadvantages of diabetes is not his ideal confession scenario. Besides, it's way too soon to say that. Right? Right.

“Didn't think you kept juice boxes in your fridge,” he says instead. Not only is he trying to distract himself from his low brain feelings, he's genuinely curious. He doesn't recall seeing any juice boxes in LP’s fridge the last time he was here, and their favorite flavor is apple.

“Nah. Not for myself, at least.” They smile fondly at him. “I remembered that it's your favorite flavor, though, and I wanted to have something for whenever you went low over here.”

Wait.

Launchpad bought those for him? Specifically for him? And remembered his favorite flavor from a conversation they had three months ago when they asked Drake what he usually ate when his blood sugar went low?

That's...

“That's really sweet of you, LP. Thanks.” He says, because he's not really sure what to say. It's such a small act of kindness, something he's not used to, and he doesn't know how to deal with the sudden warmth in his chest.

He's too low for this. Feeling more intense emotions is a very frequent symptom of his when he's low, that's what this is. Yeah. Definitely.

His boyfriend's smile turns shy. “You don't have to thank me. Whatever helps you the most. Speaking of which, do you want me to bring your kit over here? I mean, obviously you feel low, but. Better to have an exact number, right?” Launchpad rambles, hand reaching to brush through the hair at the back of his neck.

That's a good point, actually. He has to be in the 40’s if he's feeling this bad. “Yes, please.”

Launchpad reaches to the side of his couch where Drake's bag is. Inside is his blood sugar kit (complete with a pricker, replaceable barrels, meter, test strips, insulin, and syringes), various small snacks in case he goes low when he's out, and a glucagon. He really hopes that last item is not going to be needed tonight.

He probably shouldn't have dropped the bag there, but he wanted to start their date. Can you really blame him?

The kit is found and placed onto the couch. Drake starts to reach for it, but suddenly there's a hand covering his.

“Can I check you, please?” He looks up and finds Launchpad staring at him. “I don't- if you don't want me to touch your stuff, I get it, but. You feel bad. So will you let me do it?”

You...want to help me? You don't want me to do this on my own?

“Sure. Just ask if you dunno what goes where, okay?” Drake says, thankful that his voice is somewhat steadier than his hands.

His partner nods and gets to work. They asked once how everything in the kit worked so Drake laid it all out and taught him. It felt nice having someone who wanted to listen to him talk about diabetes stuff.

He hears the test strip bottle close with a pop and the pricker calibrate with a ca-click. Just as Launchpad asks, he holds out a finger and lets his mind drift.

It's really not something he's used to, having someone around that he trusts will take care of him. For as long as he can remember, Drake could only rely on himself to get through whatever diabetic crisis he faced.

He was eight when he was diagnosed. At first, his parents did most of the hard work. He picked up on checking his blood sugar pretty quickly, but they would manage all his carb ratios and injections.

Then, they just sort of…stopped. Like they had only done it for him in the first place because he was too young to fully understand. By the time he was thirteen, he did pretty much everything on his own. So much so that more often than not on the tri-monthly visits to his endocrinologist, the car ride would be spent drilling his parents on what the past three months had been like.

Not that they ever told him they didn't care or want to care to his face. No, Drake had just picked up on it. But the night he overheard them talking about medical expenses was a particularly rude awakening.

He couldn't sleep for some reason and decided to watch some Darkwing Duck. He barely made it out of his bedroom when he heard voices.

“Why's everything gotta be so damn expensive!?”

Ah. His dad was looking at bills. So much for a DW marathon in peace and quiet. Drake had one foot back in his bedroom when he heard his mother reply.

“It doesn't really help that our current bank account looks like that, either…”

Forget going back to bed, his curiosity was peaked. He stayed still, straining to hear.

He wished he hadn't at what he heard next.

“Yeah, well, having a defective kid ain't cheap. Why couldn't you have had a normal one?”

To this day, he still remembers how his heart sank to his stomach.

Defective.

Is that why they stopped helping? Why, at age sixteen, it was unspoken knowledge that Drake managed everything on his own? They didn't see a literal child in need, they saw a column of dollar signs. A black hole that sucked up all their cash and never gave it back.

His mom stayed quiet, and that hurt even more. She didn't care, either. Neither one of them did.

They were both selfish assholes that only cared about the alcohol they could've had stocked in their kitchen.

He cried himself to sleep that night, mourning the days when he could still trust his parents to take care of him and wishing he didn't have to live like this. If no one wanted to help him, he’d suck it up on his own. No one wanted to take care of him? Fine. Drake Mallard didn't need anyone else. He was better off on his own.

Those horrible feelings crash over him like a tidal wave now, twenty years later, and he doesn't know why they're here but he's overwhelmed by it all.

Why can't he just have a normal body? Why does his condition have to be so expensive and annoying and miserable sometimes? Why does he have to be so dependent on people when he tells himself that he’s better off working alone, when no one in his life has loved him enough to care anyway?

There's a price tag on his head (not just physical, because diabetes is a greedy little bitch), and it's only a matter of time until Launchpad figures this out. He won't want to stay up late to keep checking, to keep buying syringes or insulin or tests strips. He won't stay forever, and it's all Drake's fault, for getting so attached and having a broken, shitty body.

“Drake? Did I do something wrong?”

He blinks. There are tears in his eyes, a few of which have spilled down his cheeks.

“Uh,” his voice cracks. He wipes away the tears with his other hand. “No. N-no, you didn't do anything wrong. What were you doing?”

Launchpad cocks his head to the side and squints in concern. He knows there's more to Drake's answer, but he doesn't push yet. “I pricked your finger and put the blood in. You didn't even flinch, but I thought that was ‘cause you're used to this. Was there another reason?”

“I'm sorry.” And before Launchpad can start to ask for what? with his mouth already open, Drake rushes to say, “I'm sorry that out of all the people you could date, you got stuck with a chronically ill mess like me. You deserve a normal partner, and god you have no idea how badly I wish I was, but I'm not. I'll always be a burden and I know you won't want to stick around to deal with all the shit that comes with diabetes.

“Not that I don't want you to stay, please don't think that, but…” More tears fall and he brushes them aside, accidentally smearing blood on his feathers. “I’m not used to someone wanting to take care of me, and I don't want it to stop.”

He doesn't take his eyes off of Launchpad as he cries. If this were a cartoon, he would laugh at how quickly their expression changes. Confusion, concern, and realization flash across their face before their eyes soften again in concern.

“Baby,” they say, reaching out to cradle Drake's face. They gently wipe away the blood with their thumb, and Drake feels weak. Loving touches were something he was never given as a child, and it's taken some getting used to. It burns, unfamiliar and wonderful, every time Launchpad touches him. All he can do in this moment is lean into it and shut his eyes.

“Look at me, please?” He groans internally as he opens his eyes. Later, when his blood sugar isn't so low and he can properly think, he’ll recall the look on his boyfriend's face as determined. “I love you, so much. You're not a burden, and you never will be. Being with you is a new experience, sure, but it's a good one. It's not your fault your body's like this, and it doesn't make you any less amazing.

“Heck, if anything, it makes you even more so. You have to do more to stay healthy than most people, and you're really good at it! St. Canard is a better place with Darkwing Duck and Drake Mallard.” Launchpad leans in to kiss his forehead. “They were wrong, you're not unlovable.”

He's so gentle, so sweet, and it's all too much for Drake to wrap his mind around. Never mind the low, he's just heard what he's secretly always wanted to. He is good. He is loved. He...needs to know what his blood sugar actually was before he cries an entire ocean. One more thing, though.

“Uh,” seems like a good place to start as he scrambles to pick up the pieces of himself. He takes a shaky breath. “Thank you. Sorry I dumped all of that onto you, I don't know where it came from tonight, but. Thanks. I really needed that.”

LP still looks a little sad and it makes his heart hurt, but he bites down on his beak to avoid apologizing again. “No problem. Sometimes it just comes out of nowhere.” He strokes his cheek some more, and Drake sighs.

“This is nice and all, but,” his eyes dart to the meter still sitting in front of him. They got distracted for too long and now the little screen is dark. “Did you catch the number that showed up?”

“Buh?” Launchpad's eyes widen as he remembers what they were doing before. “Oh, dang it! Sorry! Do I need to do it again, or-”

Eh, they probably should, but Drake doesn't want to. It hasn't been too long anyways, maybe five minutes? He’ll be fine. “No, you're good, just press the button with the arrows. All the pricks get stored so you can look at them later.”

Any distress on their face is quickly replaced by a beaming smile. “Neat!” They do as Drake asked, and a number pops up: 46.

“Lovely,” Drake groans. “And I just ate. Maybe I just took too much insulin. Or am I getting sick? If I can't keep anything down in the next hour, I swear-”

LP snapping his fingers in his face pulls him away from his rambling. “Hello? Earth to Drake Mallard. I dunno what made you low, but we gotta fix it first. Would more juice work?”

Oh yeah. Hm, more juice or something else? Even though he feels exhausted, going to sleep is a bad idea. He's gotta stay up until he's back in range, so…

“Actually, do you have any Pep?” Launchpad tilts his head and furrows his brow as Drake explains. “Normally I wouldn't ask, but I think something with that much sugar would really help. Plus, the caffeine will keep me awake.”

They look less confused now, but their head remains tilted slightly. “There's not that much caffeine in Pep, though.”

“You forget I don't drink the regular Peps nearly as often as you do, LP.” The last time he actually had one was...ten years ago? They work great for treating a low quickly and that's the only time he ever cares to drink them. It's not worth the extra insulin or highs to try to look normal.

“Oh yeah! So you're not used to the sugar.” He nods. “Okay, be right back.” Launchpad takes about twenty seconds to get a Pep and come back to Drake. The tab's already open. “Uh, do you need to drink the whole thing right now?”

He really shouldn't, the juice is probably still processing. Still, it's very tempting to chug the entire thing just to put more sugar in his body. But he wants his blood sugar to be normal, not sky high. “No, I'll probably drink half of it right now. Thank you.” He takes the Pep and sips, blinking at the sheer amount of sugar flooding his taste buds.

The fact that most people drink enough of this stuff to where they hardly notice it boggles his mind. Not that the diet stuff is really healthier, but it's definitely a different taste.

Guess he's pulling a graveyard shift tonight. But at least he's with Launchpad.

(That's the other thing about drinking regular sodas; he gets really hyper. Last time, he couldn't fall asleep until exactly two am. Being tired but unable to sleep is the absolute worst feeling, and you can't change Drake's mind.)

Now that he can think a little more clearly, he realizes something.

“I can't drive like this,” he says. Driving with a low blood sugar is really dangerous, and not his usual kind. It's the kind of dangerous that could get himself, or someone else, or even both, killed. “And I'm definitely not walking home anytime soon, so. Guess our date’s been extended?”

Launchpad blinks at him, then claps his hands together and grins. “You're staying overnight! I mean, I wish it was under better circumstances, obviously, but. Yay!” He rocks on his heels before catching himself and looking away, a faint blush appearing on his face. “Anyways, is there anything else you need?”

Drake's about to reply not right now, thank you, but then he realizes something that's actually pretty important.

“Wait, since I'm staying here tonight, could I use your bathroom really quick? I, uh, need to take my binder off,” he admits. He’d forgotten it was even there until he remembered wait, you need to take that off before you go to sleep. He put it on about a half hour after he woke up, which was at noon, and it's midnight now so...oops. It's past time to take it off.

His boyfriend nods. “Yeah, no worries! Do what you gotta do. Wait.” His brow furrows. “You need me to help you over there?”

“I,” he falters. “Wouldn't mind it if you did.” The sugar's kicking in now, but he still doesn't trust himself. Given how clumsy he is? Better safe than sorry.

Launchpad holds his arms as he walks to the bathroom. He closes the door, Launchpad sitting in front of it just in case, and turns to the mirror. His shirt hits the floor, soon followed by his binder. A sigh of relief fills the air as he folds it. He hadn't realized how long he'd been wearing it. Tomorrow will have to be a skip day just to stay on the safe side.

(Hormones aren't a concern; he's not on them right now and is perfectly fine with that. The cost of that and insulin would be hard to juggle, anyways.)

He opens the door to find Launchpad staring at him, and he smiles shyly. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Launchpad smiles back, and holds out his hand. Drake takes it and pulls his boyfriend to his feet. They walk back to the couch together. “So, what are we doing? You can't go to sleep until your blood sugar's back up and we were in the middle of an episode of Darkwing Duck.”

“I like the way you think,” Drake teases. “So long as you check every now and then to make sure I haven't fallen asleep yet.” He sits down in his original spot.

“Whatever you need,” they reply, and sit down next to him. They wrap their around his waist and Drake leans into their side as he tries to find the remote. It occurs to him just then that there's still something he hasn't said yet. Something bigger than “thank you.”

He taps LP on the shoulder. They turn to look at him and oh no, he's already flustered. “I just. You said you, uh, loved me earlier and I wanted to say that, that I love you too.” His face is burning, and he got quieter at the end, but at least it’s out in the open now.

Launchpad’s eyes soften and he tilts his head close enough to kiss Drake. It's a quick peck, but sweet nonetheless. When he pulls away, he's smiling. “You're wonderful, you know that?”

Drake only blushes more and buries his face in Launchpad's chest. He can feel Launchpad chuckle and oh. Oh, that's really nice. He likes that a lot. He would stay right here, but the sounds of the Darkwing Duck episode are a siren song that never fails to lure him in.

They stay there, watching episode after episode and Launchpad checking in every so often. By the time Drake's blood sugar has gone back to normal, he stops watching and starts really thinking about the events of the night.

He doesn't have to do this on his own anymore. Someone actually wants to take care of him now.

He is loved. Really, truly loved. And he’ll never let Launchpad go.

#IT WORKS ON MOBILE #thank you god #anyways tada!!#ducktales #darkwing duck #drakepad #drake mallard #launchpad mcquack #my writing #drake has t1d the fic basically #and really bad parents but that's not new

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birds-punch · 3 years

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The Three - Way Scandal

Summary: When Mickey Mouse accidentally stumbles upon his best friend, Donald Duck kissing two certain Caballeros; the mouse quickly takes it upon himself to investigate if the duck is cheating on Daisy or not.

Characters: Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse, Donald Duck, Goofy, Daisy Duck, Panchito Pistoles, José Carioca, Several other Disney Characters.

Pairing: Donald x Panchito x José (Three Gay Caballeros), Donald x Daisy (past!)

Notes:

This is literally the first OT3 fanfic I’ve written in a long time and not to mention the very first time I actually written Mickey, Goofy and Minnie so I apologize if I made anyone OOC in this.

I also used Google Translate for the Spanish and Portuguese words that Panchito and José speaks in this fic, so feel free to tell me if I got anything wrong and I’ll quickly fix it.

“Hey Minnie, have you seen Donald? He wasn’t at the door earlier.” Mickey asked, getting off the stage after he introduced himself to the crowd.

Minnie looked up from her schedule, tapping her chin with her pen. “Sorry Mickey, I didn’t see him either. But Panchito and José are here tonight, why don’t you go ask them?”

Mickey’s expression lit up at the suggestion, “That’s a great idea! Thanks, Minnie!” He said giving her a wave, before walking off to find the two birds.

Surely finding two colourful looking birds would be easy right? Well apparently not, because after going through the entire theatre and checking every single table along with the foyer, (where he got the same answer from Daisy) the mouse still couldn’t find the duck. Letting out a tired sigh, Mickey went back to sit on the red couch that’s near the dressing rooms and the back entrance to the stage.

‘Where could Donald have gone off to?’ The mouse thought to himself, trying to come up with some ideas on where his best friend might’ve gone to.

As if the universe finally got tired of him trying to figure out, the sound of three muffled voices came into ears. Turning his head into the direction of the noise, Mickey found himself face to face with Donald’s dressing room door. Quickly getting off the couch, he walked over to the door about to knock when he noticed that it wasn’t even locked or closed properly, showing a gap large enough for anyone to peek through.

Despite knowing that’s incredibly rude to listening in on other people’s conversations and spying on them at the same time. Mickey couldn’t control his curiosity or his impatience from peeking through the gap, tuning his round ears towards the conversation.

The white duck fiddled with his work jacket, looking quite uneasy towards two familiar birds.

“Ooohh... I’m so nervous guys. I’m not sure if this is gonna go well for us in front of everyone.”

José immediately stepped in, a calm supportive smile on his beak, “It’ll be alright, meu patinho. Don’t forget that this not only you’ve been waiting for a há muito tempo, but also Panchito and I as well. We’ll be here by your side, up on that stage tonight.”

Panchito also stepped in, placing a hand on the duck”s shoulder. “Being nervioso for this big confession is normal, Mi Patito. But I promise everything will be alright in the end and if no one accepts us for what we have together,” the rooster then shook a fist in the air. “Iré a ellos y los haré comer mi puño!”

Mickey felt a rush of confusion go through his body. He doesn’t remember asking the Three Caballeros to perform for tonight or Minnie changing the schedule a little. They’re probably just here to visit their friend.

A smile finally forms on the mallard’s face, before wrapping his arms around the two Caballeros in a two way embrace.

“Thanks guys, I really needed that.”

“You do not need us to thank us, meu amor,” José replied, returning the hug. “Panchi and I tell you these things because we love you very much and are proud of how far you have come and how brave you are.” The parrot finished, taking Donald’s cheek into his hand.

“I love you guys too.”

Hearing those words was still as powerful as the very first time he told the pair his feelings of love a long time ago. Taking the initiative, José gently placed his beak over Donald’s before letting Panchito do the same.

Mickey’s mouth dropped open in shock at the scene that was happening right in front of his eyes. A million questions ran through his short circuited head. ‘When did this happened?!’, ‘Why didn’t Donald tell him and Goofy?’, ‘How long have they all been together?’

The mouse rubbed the back of his head, still trying to process what the Three Caballeros just did in Donald’s dressing room. He couldn’t believe that Donald had kept this secret relationship to himself for a very long time and so well that no one had even suspected that anything had changed about the white Pekin. But... if Donald didn’t tell anyone other than the fact that he either bi or gay (not saying that the mouse has anything against it.), does that mean it’s because he’s cheating on Daisy?

He immediately shook his head, trying to erase that last thought.

‘No way! Donald may cheat at anything, cheating in a relationship just isn’t like him!’ The star thought to himself furiously. A second thought then invaded his mind, ‘Then again... Whenever Donald and Daisy are together and Minnie and I go on double dates with them, he never really smiled on any of them.’

Mickey started to walk away from Donald’s dressing room towards the stage. But if that was the case, why would Donald even be cheating on her? Well, he’ll get some help trying to figure this out later. He must go and introduce the first cartoon to the guests.

“Hey Goofy!”

Said Goof looked up from the table he was serving.

“A-hyuck! Hi Mickey, what’s up?” He greeted, placing the ordered dish on the table.

The mouse looked around, before gesturing to his best friend to come down so he could whisper in his ear.

“There’s something I need your help with at the moment. It might have to do with Donald and Daisy.”

Goofy turned to look at his friend with surprise, already forgetting that he’s supposed to head back to the kitchen.

“Gawsh Mick. Is there something going on between Donald and Daisy?”

Mickey opened his mouth but then closed again, pursing his lips. Is this really a good idea? Getting Goofy involved in all this? Getting Donald to stop cheating on his girlfriend is one thing but he also doesn’t want to ruin Goofy’s friendship with the duck as well!

“Mickey, what wrong?” The dog asked, looking at how worried his best friend looked.

Drawn out of his thoughts by the waiter, Mickey looked up for several seconds then looked back at the table where Panchito and José were seated at, the two birds speaking to each other before getting off their seats and heading straight for the foyer, the parrot taking with him a glass of water. The mouse then turned back to look at his friend, still looking concerned as ever.

“Okay, Goofy I’ll tell ya. But not where everyone can see us.”

“WHAAAAAATTTTT?!!!!” Goofy’s voice echoed through the entire building.

“Shh!!” Mickey quickly shushed his best friend, looking around to see if Goofy’s outburst attracted any attention.

Goofy covered his mouth to prevent himself from yelling again.

“Are you sure, Mick? Is our pal Donald really cheating on Daisy with Panchito and José?” The black dog asked, still shocked by what his best friend told him.

Mickey scratched his chin, “Well I’m not really sure, until we get all the facts. It all might just be an inside thing they do together. But I did saw them heading for the foyer, so they be looking for Donald right now and we have to go see what they’re up to!”

With that, the two best friends quickly headed into the foyer before hiding themselves behind a pillar. There was Donald at the door greeting Pogo, Perdita and their one hundred and one children. After finishing with the last puppy, the duck wiped the sweat off his forehead in a show of exhaustion, before slowly looking up to see his fellow Caballeros coming up to see him again, a smile growing on his beak once José handed him the glass of water.

“Gawsh Mickey, I’ve never seen Donald look so happy to see someone like that before.” Goofy whispered, peeking out from behind the pillar with said mouse.

“Yeah...” the mouse couldn’t help but feel a stab of jealously at how happy the duck looked with his two fellow Caballeros. Not even he saw Donald this happy through all the past years they’ve spent together.

Panchito then said something that made Donald shook his head, smile still attached on his beak. Mickey believed he heard the duck saying he can’t take a break because he’s still quite busy tonight and that he wants to go over what he plans to say in front of the guests. José then placed a hand on the duck’s shoulder, whispering something in his ear that made the white mallard turned red before trying to cover his face, feigning annoyance as his two best friends (unknowingly) watched in surprise.

Before Mickey and Goofy could even try to process Donald’s extremely flushed face, Panchito then gently grabbed the duck’s head, pressing a soft kiss on the top of the duck’s beak before allowing the Brazilian Parrot have his share of kisses with the duck.

Goofy’s eyes bugged out and his mouth went slack jawed at the sight. He couldn’t believe his eyes! Panchito and José are smooching their best friend Donald and he seems to be enjoying it.

“I-It really is true... Our pal Donald is a cheating heart...” The dog muttered, still watching the three birds shower each other with loving affection.

“Yeah I... I guess there’s no point denying it anymore.” Mickey sighed, sounding quite sad that there’s a chance both his and Goofy’s friendship with Donald is ruined.

“What are we gonna do, Mick? Donald can’t keep cheating on Daisy like this!” Goofy whispered.

The mouse rubbed his chin in thought. “I’m not sure Goofy, but I remember the three of them discussing something about announcing to the guests up on stage tonight. Maybe if I can stop Donald and the other Caballeros from getting up on the stage, we might just be able to get this all sorted out.”

“Okay, but how’s that gonna work?”

“First; you go find Daisy while I’ll stall for time and once she’s here; Donald, Panchito and José will have to explain themselves to her, making them run out of time to get on stage and announce what they’re gonna say.”

Goofy saluted, “Got it Mick!” He than ran off to go find Daisy, leaving Mickey to continue watching the three birds talk to each other a little longer before making their way to the backstage, unaware of the spying mouse.

Donald wheezed from nervousness, going through some breathing exercises with Panchito and José, the two of them gently holding his shoulders.

“That’s it, Donal’. Breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out.” José spoke softly, helping the white duck.

The rooster gently shushed in his ear, “It’s alright, mi Patito. We’re right here besides you and we’ll be together on that stage.” He then nuzzled the duck’s head feathers in a comforting manner.

A tiny smile grew on the duck’s beak, from his lovers’ support and the slow nuzzling on his head. The smile slowly changed to a determined expression as confidence slowly began to surge within in, his chest starting to puff out.

“Alright, I can do this! Panchito, José, come on! Let’s get on that stage!!” The duck spoke with much spirit and energy, immediately marching for the stage in a straight line. The two Latin birds shared a look of surprise before breaking into a small run to keep up with the confident Pekin.

“Pato, wait!” José called out, stopping just behind Donald who was an inch near the curtain. “Shouldn’t we wait for senhor Mickey first?”

“Aw, phooey!” Donald scoffed. “We don’t have time to wait for Mickey to introduce us, I’ll do it myself!”

“Whatever you say, mi amigo.” Panchito shrugged, unable to stop a proud smile from growing on his beak at how brave and confident his American boyfriend is.

“Donald, wait!” Mickey panted, stopping just front of the three birds as he tries to catch his breath.

The three birds watched the exhausted mouse with bemusement before the white duck turned back towards the curtain, not listening to his best friend due to being too focused on his current goal.

“Sorry Mickey, but We gotta go up on stage now.” The duck then hooked arms with Panchito and José, all three of them heading onto the stage as Mickey watches helplessly.

Upon seeing the crowd of Disney Characters sitting at the tables with all eyes on them, the duck chuckled nervously as he pulls his shirt collar. The two Latin birds gave their American lover’s arms a supportive squeeze, still holding onto to him. Letting himself take a very deep breath, he managed to regain the strength to speak.

“H-Hi everybody. Unfortunately we’re not here to perform tonight,” Several disappointed groans echoed through the auditorium, the crowd obviously wanted to watch the trio sing, like the previous times they were here at the house. “But we got something incredibly important to tell all of you.” Unhooking his arms, Donald took his two lovers’ hands in his’. Here we go, it’s the moment of truth.

“Panchito, José and I. We’re a-“

“Donald, stop! You can’t do this!!” A certain mouse exclaimed, quickly running up on the stage.

The American Pekin looked incredibly outraged, temper rapidly starting to rise. “WHAT?! WHY NOT?!”

Panchito and José quickly took hold off the angry duck’s arms to stop him from beating up the mouse, but they each still looked just as vexed as their boyfriend.

“Isn’t it obvious, Donald?” Mickey asked, trying his best to keep his cool and guard in case the duck goes after him.

“NO MICKEY, IT’S NOT IF YOU DON’T TELL ME WHAT IN THE NAME OF DISNEY YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!!” The duck responded, struggling to put up his fists.

“STOP CHEATING ON DAISY, DONALD!” Mickey finally yelled.

Every guest in the auditorium gasped in shock from what their favourite mouse just yelled at the duck. Whispers started to fly around the tables between each Disney Character, everyone wanted to know what’s going on.

Donald’s expression turn from anger to utter confusion, loosing the adrenaline from wanting to punch the mouse as Panchito and José looked at each other, just as equally confused.

“Say that again, Mick?” The white mallard said, having trouble trying to process what he was just accused of.

Mickey’s expression also melted in bemusement. “Stop cheating on Daisy, Donald...” he repeated, also sounding confused.

“What’s going on here, boys?” Said female duck asked, walking onto the stage with Goofy and Minnie following behind.

Every single eye in the building landed on Daisy, as Donald facepalmed himself, silently asking himself why is this happening to him.

Thankfully José spoke up for him, “Nossas desculpas senhorita Daisy. It seems our amigo, senhor Mickey is accusing our Patinho of cheating on you.”

Daisy’s eyes widen slightly, looking at Mickey then at Donald and the two birds before sighing to herself, shaking her head. “Mickey, you’ve got it all wrong. Donald isn’t cheating on me; we broke up a long time ago.”

Another loud gasp went through the audience who were watching everything that unfolded right in front of their eyes. Mickey open and closed his mouth, unable to find the words to say when Donald chimed in, fiddling with the rim of his uniform jacket.

“Mickey, I broke up with Daisy so I wouldn’t cheat on her with the two guys before I started dating them. She knew the whole time because I had to tell her I love Panchito and José, I didn’t want to lie to her.”

The mouse took a while to process what the two duck’s just told him. Another question however, was on his mind. “But if you told Daisy a long time ago, why didn’t you tell me or Goofy until now?”

Donald slumped slightly, still fiddling with his jacket. “Because it wasn’t safe for all three of us at the time.”

Everyone in the audience immediately went quiet as they watched, Panchito and José gently placed their hand on the duck’s shoulder with sadness in their usually bright and energetic eyes.

A sigh passed the duck’s beak. “When all three of us started dating two years after our movie came out in 1945, we couldn’t have an open relationship because of society at that time and aside from Daisy and my three nephews, Huey, Dewey and Louie. no one would’ve understand what we have together. So all three of us with Daisy’s help, kept it a secret from everyone else.” Donald then let out a short laugh, “We’ve almost been caught a few times before, but somehow we still kept it under wraps.”

Shortly after the white mallard spoke his word, Panchito quickly took over.

“But you see Señor Mickey, now that sociedad has become more open minded and free, the Three Caballeros talked about finally coming out and we all agreed to tell everyone tonight at the House of Mouse.”

José then noticed that Mickey looked rather downcast, covering his face with his hands.

“Você está bem, Mickey?” The parrot asked just after Donald and Panchito noticed that something was wrong with the host.

“No.” The mouse replied, lifting his head up to look at his best friend, “I’m so sorry Donald. I should’ve asked you what’s going on between you and the other Caballeros instead of just assuming you’re cheating on Daisy and ruining your confession to everyone.” Mickey then turned to look at Goofy, “I’m really sorry I got you involved in this too, Goofy.”

The waiter simply brushed it off, “Aww, Mick. It’s fine. You were worried for both Donald and Daisy, I was too.”

Donald placed a hand on Mickey’s shoulder. “Well, the whole coming out wasn’t really how me and the boys expected it and I was pretty mad when you tried to stop us, but in the end we managed to do it and it seems everyone here, is okay with it too.”

As if on cue, everyone in the crowd started clapping and cheering as a show of support as Mickey pulled his best friend in a hug, saying his own words of support.

“What a night this turned out to be, huh?” Donald asked his best friend before saying a goodbye to Winnie the Pooh and Piglet.

“Ha ha, it sure has.” Mickey’s smile weaken a little. “I still can’t believe how much of a jerk and an idiot, I acted towards you and your boyfriends though.”

Donald sighed, “Mickey I already told you, it’s alright. It was kind of my fault as well since I didn’t tell before the show started.”

“You wanted it to be a surprise and I kind of ruined it.” The mouse rubbed the back of his head. “But it still turned into a surprise somewhat.” He remarked, laughing a little.

“Yeah, did you see the look on everyone’s faces when you accuse me of going behind Daisy’s back? That was priceless!”

The two best friends fell into a small fit of laughter when José rushed back inside the club, just stopping at their feet.

“Meu bem, it’s an emergência!” The green parrot said in between pants.

Donald quickly rushed to his Brazilian lover’s side. “What’s wrong, Joe? Are you hurt?!”

José shook his head, smoothing out his cream coloured jacket. “Não it’s not me. Do you remember, what you Americans called him...uh what’s the termo?” He snapped his fingers, trying to think. “Ah! That air headed dog called Gaston? He just said some really palavras horríveis about the three of us and Panchito just challenged him to a gunfight!”

The duck wakked in shock before grabbing a chair and running outside. “Panchito! Hang on, I’m coming!” He then ran off onto the street.

“Donal’ wait, you’re going the wrong direção!” The Parrot turned to the mouse and shook his hand in a way that would’ve made the rooster proud. “Sinto muito Mickey, but I must go and help my namorados now. Obrigado pelo seu gentil apoio, despedida!”

With that, José ran into the direction of the duck, swinging his black umbrella around like a sword as Mickey watched on from the inside of the House of Mouse.

#house of mouse #the three caballeros #three gay caballeros #panchito pistoles #jose carioca #donald duck #Mickey Mouse #goofy #minnie mouse #daisy duck #Disney #fanfiction

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therealjordan23 · 4 years

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Maybe some uhhh debbigail fluff? Pretty please 😂

Maybe uhh yes😂😂

ooo

Summer had finally come, and Dewey had taken some time off work to spend some time with his family in Duckburg. Actually, Scrooge himself had ordered it. Ever since they found jobs in different areas, he and his brothers saw each other about once a year, and Dewey assumed Scrooge had enough with the lack of ‘family time’. Dewey had missed everyone, but he found himself missing a certain pink bowed girl a little more than necessary…

“Hey tough guy!” Webby shouted.

Dewey playfully glared at his best friend. “I’m right in front of you, Webbs, no need to scream.”

“I guess it’s a Webby thing, and I’m just so happy to have you back, Dew!” she said gleefully, and Dewey smiled. “Listen! Lena’s having her old amphitheater cleaned out, and she’s lending me her place for the weekend!”

Dewey raised an eyebrow. “Where are you going with this…?”

“Spend the weekend there with me! It’ll be one, big slumber party!” Webby exclaimed, making Dewey blush.

Dewey’s mind raced. A weekend? Alone with Webby? It was the sort of thing he’d daydream about, and think about at night: him and Webby alone, cuddled up on a big comfy bed, fast asleep in each other's arms. His strong arms would be around her smaller figure, and his hands would be running through her soft hair…

But he was getting ahead of himself.

“Yeah, sure. Why not.” Dewey cracked a smile, the smile that had always made Webby’s heart melt.

Webby jumped with glee. “I’LL GO BUY HUNDREDS OF UNHEALTHY FOODS!” she screamed.

Dewey laughed. That amazing laugh that made her heart melt as well.

The rest of the day found both Dewey and Webby packing their things for their weekend. Dewey looked around his room—he was happy that nothing much had changed. There was still a triple bunk bed, his brothers’ things were strewn around the room, there were dozens of posters of movies and bands they liked… sometimes he missed this place a little too much.

As Dewey packed his bags, there was a soft knock on his door.

“Louie!” Dewey exclaimed, rushing to hug his younger brother. “What are you doing here? I thought you were coming tomorrow!”

“Lena pulled some strings,” Louie smirked. “What's this I hear about you spending a weekend alone with Webby?”

Dewey snorted. “We’re going as just friends, and nothing more, Lou. don’t get any wild ideas.”

Louie gave him a sly smirk. “Oh, the ideas are already there, Dewford. And remember, this time Mom wants grandkids!”

Dewey blushed crimson, thinking about the ‘incident’ when he dated Webby back in high school. “S-shut up, dude!”

His brother just laughed. “Come on, dude. You’re both 24. When are you going to admit that you still have feelings for each other?”

Dewey sighed. “She doesn’t like me like that, Lou. Not anymore.”

“Oh, really?” Louie snorted, tossing him one of Webby’s various journals. Dewey frowned, and opened it, only to find this scribbled almost everywhere:

Mrs. Dewford Dingus Duck

Mrs. Webbigail Vanderquack-Duck

Mrs. Duck

Dewey blushed, and his eyes widened. “S-she still likes me?”

Louie rolled his eyes. “For a guy who’s a professional adventurer, solves mysteries about long lost artifacts, and literally rewrites history, you’re pretty stupid. Of course she still likes you. Do you still like her…?”

Dewey sighed. “I never stopped.”

Louie set a hand on his shoulder. “Then tell her that.”

ooo

Webby had left for the amphitheater a little earlier, so he entered the stage.

Lena’s old room was the same as it had always been, just a little cleaner and more updated: Dark blue and purple walls were littered with pictures of rock bands, and some photos of Violet and Webby. In one corner was her bed. It was a bed for two, and Dewey remembered when Lena and Louie would spend countless nights here with each other back in their college days.

In another corner was a desk, where a few books about the Shadow Realm were stacked. Beside that was a dark laptop, and in the other corner of the desk, was a blue cup, holding a few pencils and pens. Near the bathroom was a purple dresser that Lena kept her clothes in. On top was a hot pink lava lamp, and a large framed picture of Lena and Louie on their wedding day: it was romantic—Louie was dipping Lena in the middle of a thunderstorm, and several bolts of lightning illuminated the skies behind them. Lena had one leg up, and cupped Louie’s face. Both had intense expressions on their faces, but Dewey knew if you looked close enough, you could see that both were crying from joy.

Something caught Dewey’s eye, and he walked towards the dresser to find a pack of condoms, and beside that was a note with Lena’s handwriting: be careful Dew-night! ;))

Dewey groaned.

“Webbs?” he called.

“I’m in the bathroom! I’ll be out in a minute!” she called.

Webby swung open the door, and Dewey gawked at her: she wore a long white blouse, long enough so it reached her mid thigh. Her hair smelled like jasmine shampoo, and was still damp from the shower. She smiled the smile that had always made Dewey’s heart melt. He really wanted to kiss her. Her adorable face and everything beneath that goddamn blouse…

“Are you just going to stare at me?” Webby playfully glared. Dewey snapped out of his little daydream and sheepishly smiled, scratching the back of his head.

“Uhm, s-sorry…” Dewey apologized.

Webby shrugged it off and grabbed the laptop on the desk, heading for the bed. She looked at him expectantly.

“Are you going to join me, dummy?” she giggled.

“Hmm?” Dewey shook his head like a wet dog, trying to keep his mind off of Webby, who was fresh out of the shower, wearing a hot outfit, and lying on a bed, waiting for him. “Y-yeah! One second!”

He dropped his bag, and Webby frowned.

“You’re going to come like that?” Webby asked.

Dewey frowned, and looked down at his jeans, jacket, and shoes. He blushed, and disappeared into the bathroom, returning wearing a pair of grey sweats, and a comfortable black tank top.

“Much better,” she smirked.

The two sat in Lena’s room, and watched Darkwing Duck on her laptop. Webby laughed at the parts when Drake was visibly nervous of Morgana. Dewey thought about the mysteries of the last episode. When was he going to reveal that he was Drake Mallard? The two pigged out on pizza, soda, chips, and candy, and stayed up late watching the old show, laughing at the bad mistakes.

“Jeez, it’s 1 in the morning,” Dewey yawned. “We should sleep soon.”

“I didn’t even notice,” Webby frowned.

Dewey chuckled. “I think Ms. Vanderquack got carried away binging movies again.”

She scowled playfully. “Hey, that only happened once!”

“Okay, okay,” he held his hands up in mock surrender. “So I’ll sleep on the floor and you can—” he started.

“Wait, what? No. I can sleep on the floor.” Webby insisted.

Dewey smiled. He was flattered that she would sleep on the floor for him. But she was the lady, and his Uncle Donald taught him that he was supposed to be the gentleman.

“No, no. You can have the bed, Webbs, I don’t mind.”

“Dewey—”

“Webby.” he warned.

“You know what?!” Webby snapped, pushing him onto the bed. “We’ll both sleep on the bed!” she glared at him. “HAPPY?” she shouted.

“Fine!” he snapped back.

Realization of what they had just agreed to hit both of them like a truck, and Dewey found himself scooting further and further away from Webby.

“Y-you’re okay with this, r-r-right?” he stammered.

“Y-yeah, only if y-you are.” she stuttered back.

“D-don’t worry about me!” he squeaked.

An hour passed, and both adults found themselves in the same position, neither daring to move a muscle.

“Dewey? Are you awake?” Webby’s voice didn’t sound raspy or drowsy, and Dewey knew she hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep yet. And it was the same on his end.

“I’m awake, Webbs,” he said nervously.

Both paused, anticipating the next question.

“What are we, Dewey?” she finally addressed the elephant in the room.

He faced her, and sighed. “I… I don’t know. I know we’re best friends, but deep down, I want to be more than that. Ever since that breakup in high school, I tried not to have any feelings for you, but… things didn’t go my way.”

There was a tense silence.

“Y-you still like me?”

“Webby, I never stopped,” Dewey murmured, running his hand through her soft hair. How they went from the edge of the bed to the middle, and had gotten so close remained a mystery. “I still like… I’m still in love with you.”

She stayed silent, and Dewey felt his heart sink. Then she grabbed his face, and kissed him deeply. He wasted no time, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her on top of him. Their lips parted, and both found themselves heavily panting.

“Y-you idiot!” she managed between breaths. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to tell me that?!”

“Uhm…” Dewey trailed off dumbly.

“Ugh, just go grab the box on top of Lena’s dresser, I’ll scold you after!” she groaned.

Dewey’s eyes widened at what she had just implied, and he had never rushed off to do anything faster in his life.

And that night was the best night of his life.

ooo

Back in the writing business :D

#ducktales #ducktales fanfiction #dewey duck #webby vanderquack #debbigail #dewey x webby #ask #fluff

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psychosistr · 3 years

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Meet Me Halfway- Chapter 1

Summary: Dr.Reginald Bushroot, a meek, not-overly-attractive botanist, considers his life fairly boring and lacking of anything noteworthy....well, except for a certain liquid-themed supervillain who seems to take a liking to him- THAT may be a LITTLE noteworthy..

Notes: So, ages ago I read @sandyferal ‘s story Halfway There on AO3 (go read it, it's SO good xD) and said in the comments that I liked their version of the two meeting with Bushroot mutated and Buddy unmutated, and that if no one else wrote the opposite, then I'd probably do it. Well, here we are xD

Ah, the scenic countryside of Saint Canard: Large open spaces. Fresh air. Trees and uncut green grass as far as the eye could see. It was probably one of the most natural areas around for miles and miles. The only thing that stood out as remotely man-made was the gleaming glass of a small building- and even THAT was full of more lovely, all-natural vegetation and greenery.

Walking up the path to the greenhouse on the hill was a short male duck who looked far too glum for such a lovely backdrop. He had white feathers, but those looked thin and unkempt- similar to the few wispy strands of hair that seemed to only refuse falling out just so they could give him the unfortunate appearance of age even further than his own. He had bright blue eyes, but the eyelids around them were dark with a few bags under his eyes that just made him look exhausted. Even his basic outfit of a yellow shirt, dark tie, blue pants, simple shoes, and a gray overcoat only seemed to make him look both older and more exhausted from how rumpled they looked.

After fishing the keys to the greenhouse out of his pocket, and a brief fumbling with the lock, the duck walked into the greenhouse with a weary sigh. “Hey everyone, sorry I’m late.” He mumbled while taking off his coat and hanging it on a tree branch. “You must be thirsty, huh? This heatwave’s been hard on all of us.” He headed straight for the gardening hose in the corner of the greenhouse while rolling up his sleeves, unsurprised by the lack of a response from the various flora around him.

What he was surprised by, however, was the fact that the hose had come uncoiled since he’d last wrapped it yesterday. Wondering if maybe he’d just forgotten to wind it up properly, the duck took a brief look around the humid building and was surprised to see that the soil around most of the plants looked damp- as if it had just been watered.

“Huh? How the heck did that happen?” He quietly asked nobody in particular. Setting the hose aside, he followed the trail of watered plants and a glistening trail of dew on the grass from one end of the small building to the other.

It certainly looked like someone had been watering his plants, but who could have done such a thing? And why? It’s not like that many people took an interest in botany in this town- most of them worked down at the university with him (and most of that select few were jerks)- and, even if it were one of them, he was the only one with a key to the greenhouse. Maybe it was Rhoda? The two of them had been getting along rather well lately, maybe she-

That thought quickly died and gave way to a million more when he pushed aside a large leaf from one of his bushes and spotted the helpful culprit kneeling down by his cluster of nigella damascena.

It certainly wasn’t Rhoda.

It wasn’t even a duck.

He wasn’t really sure WHAT it was.

Startled by the sight of the oddity in his greenhouse, the duck tried to step back the way he came in hopes of running away without being seen, but his plans were uprooted- by a literal root, no less. “Ah!” He let out a startled yelp when the heel of his shoe snagged the root of a nearby tree and he fell to the ground, landing squarely on his quickly bruising tail feathers. “Ouch! I’ll feel that in the morning..” He mumbled while rubbing his sore backside, momentarily forgetting about the intruder he’d just been avoiding.

“Well now,” A watery voice said as a blue, nearly see-through hand pulled back the very same leaf that the duck himself had been peeking through a moment ago. “Let’s see what’s behind curtain number one!”

With the leaf gone, the duck could now see the creature even more clearly: It was a being made entirely out of water. From its features, it was likely a canine of some kind before…whatever happened to turn it into some weird water monster. It was also taller than the duck (which, honestly, didn’t take much with how short he was), making the way it looked down on him with a taunting smirk and a raised brow even more intimidating.

“I-I was just, uh-!” The smaller man stared up at the unknown water-creature in fear, trying to slide further away from it but wincing when his bruised tail bone hit one of the thicker roots nearby. “Yeowch!”

“In a rush to get away? Experiencing symptoms of fear and anxiety?” The liquid canine sounded like a door-to-door salesman as he extended one of his limbs to pick the smaller duck up by the collar of his shirt. “If so, then you may be dealing with a SUPERVILLAIN!” He flashed that deadly smirk up at the helpless duck once he had him raised high up off the ground. “As part of today’s peeping-tom special, say your last words now and you will meet a swift and painless end- act now, this is a limited time offer!”

The duck was frightened. Obviously. How could he not be? He was dealing with a living body of water that seemed perfectly fine with ending him simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. While he really didn’t want to die, there was one thought that crossed his mind between boring flashes of his life and fits of existential panic-

“C-Can you make sure my plants are watered when I’m gone…?” He stuttered a bit at first, trying in vain to grasp onto the shifting liquid arm currently holding him up in an attempt to feel more stable.

“??” That actually made the aggressive mutant pause, blink twice in surprise, and look up at him with a more baffled expression than his previously sinister one. “Your plants?”

“Well, yeah..” The duck looked around at the variety of lovingly cultivated greenery across the building. “These guys require frequent watering- especially when it’s this hot out! I was worried some of them would start to wilt before I got to it today, but you helped them out a lot. You even got the ratios right for the more temperamental ones, so, thank you.”

The dog still looked confused by the duck’s words. “Wait, wait, wait.” He cocked a brow up at his hostage, though it was more curious than threatening like it was before. “You’re being threatened by a dangerous mutant- one that broke into your building, by the way- and you’re going to compliment and ask favors from him?”

“Um.........yes?” The duck answered hesitantly. “I mean, I’d rather you NOT kill me, but if I’m going to die I’d at least like to know that my plants will be okay and you seem to like them- OW!” He let out a startled yelp that turned into a pained groan when he suddenly fell to the ground. “Owww, did you have to drop me like that?” He whimpered while placing both hands on his sore back, feeling like something had been pulled the wrong way during the fall.

“Oh, not again..” He heard the mutant mutter quietly, his voice almost inaudible.

When the bruised and sore mallard looked back up at the mutant, he was surprised to see that he was missing an arm now- the arm that had been holding him up earlier, to be precise. The aquatic dog was also glaring ruefully down at a small puddle of water on the ground between himself and the duck. He kept glaring at it for a while, but it looked more like he was concentrating. Perhaps he was trying to get the water to do something?

It was then that the duck realized a few other parts of the mutant’s body didn’t look very stable at the moment and were dripping down into a growing puddle where his feet would be.

Despite the fact that mere seconds ago this mutant had been perfectly at peace with ending the duck’s life, he couldn’t help but ask the question on reflex.

“Are you alright?” He carefully got to his feet, using the tree he’d tripped over earlier for balance so as not to further agitate his back.

“Just experiencing some technical difficulties.” The increasingly drippy mass complained as he continued glaring at the puddle that was still growing around him.

“Is there anything I can do?” The duck asked after popping a stiff joint in his back and relieving some of his discomfort. “Do you, I don’t know, need more water or something?”

“Probably..” The mutant muttered absentmindedly. It wasn’t until the duck had walked away and returned after a few moments that he finally looked back at the other man since dropping him, and the sight of him holding a garden hose that was already swelling with the pressure of an unreleased stream made him let out a mildly amused but pitiful chuckle. “You know, nine out of ten doctors would advise against helping dangerous supervillains who just tried to kill you.”

“Then it’s a good thing for you that I’m the tenth doctor.” The duck joked with a nervous smile before twisting the nozzle on the hose to release a steady stream straight at the living puddle.

The extra dose of water seemed to do the trick and soon the watery villain was back to his previous form. After moving and flexing his arms and hands a few times to make sure they were stable again, he looked back to the duck with a tilt of his head. “You know, I could go back to attacking you now.”

“I-I know..” The shorter man turned off the hose when it looked like the taller one no longer needed his help and set it aside. “But…do you really want to?” He offered up that nervous smile again, hoping that would be enough to convince the canine to spare his life.

The dangerous dog stared him down for a good minute before letting out a light huff and shaking his head. “Not really. That was a limited time offer that’s already expired.”

The duck sighed in relief. “Oh, good.” There was an awkward, tense silence for a while between them. A distinctive “What now?” moment weighed heavily between them. What are you supposed to say/do after nearly killing/nearly being killed by a complete stranger and then being saved by/saving said stranger? “So…uh…what’s your name?” The duck tried to break the ice, cringing internally at how forced the politeness sounded.

“Names are still being run through a test audience.” The dog said before leaning back against one of the trees. “But ‘The Liquidator’ seems to be scoring well on the customer surveys.”

“The Liquidator? Wow, that does sound like a cool name for a supervillain.” The duck smiled a bit, still feeling reasonably nervous around the villainous mass of liquid. “My name’s Dr.Bushroot, but you can call me Reginald, if you want.”

The Liquidator gave a light huff of a laugh and smiled back slightly as well. “Dr.Bushroot? Quite a marketable name for a botanist- you should try making your own miracle grow, consumers would go crazy for ‘Dr.Bushroot’s Plant Medicine- just what the doctor ordered’!”

Bushroot laughed as well, his face lighting up with a less nervous smile. “I never thought of that. Then again, I don’t exactly have a good face for TV.”

“Oh, that’s easy enough to fix.” Liquidator reached over and poked at Bushroot’s head. “A little make-up, a decent toupee, and a catchy jingle can sell anything, trust me!” He chuckled before catching himself and glancing away. “Not that I ever needed to wear make-up or a toupee, of course- I’ve always been a top ten contender for ‘best looking men in business’, so I never needed to go to those kinds of lengths…” His eyes shifted back over to Bushroot and narrowed dangerously. “Making any claims otherwise will void the extended-warranty on your life, got it?”

“G-Got it..” Bushroot swallowed nervously before regaining a bit of his earlier expression. “Besides, even if you DID do that-” He quickly held up both hands and shook his head to show he wasn’t suggesting otherwise. “-does it look like I’ve got any room to judge? I’m not exactly a Mr.Corn-Fritters’ pageant finalist..”

“Hmm..maybe not a finalist..” The other man agreed with a slow nod while looking the short bird over slowly from head to toe. Whatever he saw, he seemed to like, however, because the smile he regained had something a bit more..enticing to it than before. “Perhaps a runner up, though.”

“Huh?” Bushroot blinked in surprise before waving the comment off with a short laugh, figuring it for a joke. “Ha-ha, good one.” A beep from his watch made him check his wrist and realize the time. “Oh! I need to finish watering everything so I can get started on the weeding.”

When he went to pick up the hose, however, a cool, wet hand stopped him. He looked up into the crystal-clear face above him and saw that same grin from before, now coupled with a wink. “Why deal with the hassle of clunky dollar-store garden hoses when you’ve got the amazingly mobile and purified-powers of the Liquidator at your disposal?”

“Really?” Bushroot blinked in surprise at the generous offer.

Liquidator’s smile softened slightly at the edges, but he tried to play it off with a casual shrug. “It’s the least I can do after my rude introduction. A good salesman should always show respect for the man of the house, after all!”

“Well, if you’re sure, that would be great. Thanks!” He gave his new acquaintance (possibly friend?) the brightest smile yet before running off to get his gardening gloves from the supply locker in the corner of the room.

“…......” With his back turned to his new intruder-turned-acquaintance, Bushroot missed the stunned look on the mutant’s face that slowly morphed into a fond smile. “No thanks are needed- I pride myself on quality customer service, after all.”

As the two began their individual assignments within the greenhouse, Bushroot decided to get to know his new friend (he was allowed to be hopeful, darn it). “Sooo…a supervillain, huh? What made you want to go into that line of work?” He tried to get the conversation drumming up again with basic small-talk while pulling some weeds that had sprung up around his rose bushes.

Liquidator glanced over his shoulder at the small scientist and gestured to his body with one hand, his other one currently transformed into a facsimile of a watering can as he went about watering the plants he had not gotten to before Bushroot’s arrival. “One look at this one-of-a-kind product should answer all your questions about my new career path.”

“O-Oh, right, sorry…” Bushroot’s face heated up in embarrassment- he supposed that should have been an easy answer to come to, he just hadn’t thought of it before opening his mouth. “I haven’t seen you on the news before, are you new in town?” That one felt a bit safer to talk about.

“New to town in general? No. New to town as the incredible aquatic supervillain known as ‘the Liquidator’? Yes.” Liquidator explained while sprinkling water over a cluster of vines. “I haven’t quite had my big break as a supervillain yet- I’m saving THAT for a special occasion.” He let out an irritated growl when his hand lost its previous watering-can shape and he glared at it for a moment. “And for when this body’s out of beta testing…” That part caught Bushroot’s attention, he wondered ho- “And if you’re about to ask how I became the tall drink of water you see now, I’m afraid that’s going to be voiding a few confidentiality agreements, so save that question for a rainy day.”

Shoot, he really wanted to hear that story…

Wait, he said it could wait for another day? Did that mean he would be seeing him again after today? Did that make them friends??

“Okay…” He tried not to let on how excited and hopeful he felt over that prospect- it had been so long since he’d actually had a friend! “How’d you get in here, anyway?”

“You’re choosing NOW to ask that?” Liquidator chuckled after finally getting his hand back to its previous shape so he could continue his work. “You know, most people would want THAT answer first.” He shook his head with an amused grin before pointing at the gardening hose that Bushroot himself had used to assist him earlier. “I wanted some fresh air, and this was the first exit I found that didn’t smell like bleach or a petting zoo. Like any good salesman, I knocked first, but nobody was home.”

“That’s because I got held up at work.” Bushroot explained with a frustrated frown and roughly pulled out a weed from a different spot in his garden. “The dean keeps calling me in for meetings, wanting to see if I’ve made any new breakthroughs.” His frustration turned to disappointment as he paused in his work. “At this point, I think he’s just calling me in to rub my failures in my face…”

“It’s always hard getting someone to invest in your ideas…” Bushroot’s back was to Liquidator again as he worked, so he missed the sympathetic frown on Liquidator’s face as he looked at the other man. “What sort of research are you working on?” He asked while bringing himself around casually to water the shrub next to the one that Bushroot was currently rescuing from the weeds at its base.

“Oh, it’s nothing special..” The duck said with a sigh that sounded defeated before he even began. “You wouldn’t really want to hear about it….”

“Oh, but I do!” He lowered his form with some difficulty so that his feetless legs were kneeling by Bushroot, putting him at eye-level with the botanist so he could see the grin on the dog’s face. “Hearing out every unusual or impossible theory and business plan was part of what made me a success in my previous line of work. So, please, inquiring minds are eager to know: What brilliant breakthrough is the soon-to-be-famous Dr. Reginald Bushroot working on?”

Bushroot really wanted to dismiss the question altogether. He’d had enough of his coworkers laughing at him, he didn’t need it from anyone else…

…………

But there was just something in the way that Liquidator looked at him that made it hard for him to deny him anything.

“Well..” Bushroot began after a minute, still a bit hesitant but pushing himself past the feelings of doubt and uncertainty he was so used to. “I’ve been conducting research on how to give people the ability to photosynthesize and live off of sunlight and water like plants.”

Liquidator’s eyes widened in surprise, looking genuinely shocked to hear such a thing. “That’s actually possible?”

The way he said it made a warm feeling bloom in Bushroot’s chest: It was a sincere question. The disbelief in his voice came from surprise that someone would be able to make such a thing reality, rather than the mocking disbelief that such a thing would ever be possible- the disbelief that he was used to hearing when he told people about his work. The only other person who had ever shown genuine interest in his theories was Rhoda, and she was a fellow scientist who could look at his findings and research from a logical perspective- not like this stranger who didn’t appear to have a background in botanical research (though he was good at judging how much water his plants needed, so he must have at least worked with them at some point).

“Yes, it is.” He was practically beaming as he turned to fully face his new friend and go more in-depth with his explanation. “We already get a few minerals from drinking water and absorb radiation from the sun to create vitamin D, but plants are able to get all of that plus many other benefits from things like the very air around us. All it should take is the right infusion of plant cells into a person’s body and they should be able to gain the extra nutrients from water and sunlight that plants get- not to mention the ability to breathe in carbon dioxide and exhale oxygen would really help cut down on the world’s growing pollution problem. It’s been my life’s work, and I’m very close to a major breakthrough in my research!” He realized towards the end of his explanation that he’d gotten overly excited and had started leaning in closer to the water dog. Quickly becoming embarrassed, he backed off and rubbed at the back of his neck nervously while avoiding eye contact. “Sorry, that was a bit too much, wasn’t it?”

He was surprised by the feeling of a cool, wet hand on his shoulder. When he looked back up to meet the dark blue pools that made up the other’s eyes, he saw a genuine, understanding smile on the mutant’s face. “Not at all. Passion is the driving force behind many great breakthroughs and achievements in life. If you’re not passionate about what you do, how can you expect others to get invested in it?” The hand on Bushroot’s shoulder gave it a firm, reassuring squeeze. “Never give that up, Dr.Bushroot.”

The duck felt his heart skip a beat the same way it did whenever Rhoda stood up for him in front of his colleagues- the same way it did when she smiled at him and listened to him about his research. Maybe he just liked having someone believe in him. Maybe he was just touch-starved and feeling the weight of someone else’s hand on him, even if it was made of water and not quite as warm as one made of flesh and bone, was enough to make him feel a connection with someone.

Or maybe, just maybe, he really was forming a genuine connection with the watery supervillain who had broken into his greenhouse and threatened his life.

“C-Call me Reggie.” He managed to say after swallowing down a lump in his throat and fighting to keep the blush from his cheeks (his thin feathers wouldn’t have done much to hide the change in pigmentation).

“Reggie,” The Liquidator began with a grin that spread quickly across his blue face. “I think this is the beginning of a wonderful new relationship!”

Bushroot hadn’t agreed with anything (or smiled) more in his entire life.

Next Chapter->

End Notes: So, just a heads up, this is another one of my Halloween "trick or treat" stories, so it's a WIP that may be a while before I fully update ^^"

#darkwing duck #dwd #bushroot #liquidator #liquiroot #meet me halfway

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ducktales-wco-oo · 4 years

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"Uh, heh-" Drake's snowy cheeks turn red. For both men were clothes swapping for the fun of it. As predicted, with the taller mallard's top heavy physique, the clothes drooped and engulfed Fenton. Fenton's shirt on the other hand..."Sorry about that Fents, I buy you a new one." The once pristine collared shirt was ripped over the chest, back and sleeves.

- ✩ { @infinitexdarkwings } ✩

{ ☆ } In retrospect, this wasn’t the best idea... But that tends to be the case for many of Fenton’s ideas, and Drake’s too if he’s being honest. With how often the smaller duck steals borrows his boyfriend’s clothes, be is plaid shirts or Darkwing Duck memorabilia, it was only natural that they wonder how the reverse would work. Even though the results should be more than clear. Shuffling his shirt off had been simple enough, and putting on Drake’s even more so. However, it appears that the same couldn’t be said for Drake.

Looking over at his partner when Drake speaks, eyes widen at the sight he is met with. A sudden and unexpected rush abruptly courses through him, body becoming hot and stomach knotting... Chest tightening and breath hitching... Throat dry— likely from the internal fire coursing through him within —tongue flits across his lips without his knowledge, an instinctive attempt to moisten what feels as it should be the result of a week spent in the desert. A tingle steadily works it’s way up Fenton’s spine as his gaze slowly roams over the other’s upper body... Seeing how his feathers shine through the tears, large muscles and chiseled chest straining against the areas that managed to remain intact... It’s- Impressive.

Really impressive.

Fenton adores Drake. Loves him for his heart and soul and would be loyal to him regardless of what the other male looked like. This is a fact. Indisputable and certain as the sun rising into the sky every single day... But there’s also no denying the fact that in terms of attractiveness- Fenton hit the jackpot. Because FUCK is Drake hot. Something that he always knew, but had just never experience being shoved so blatantly into his face before. Not to the extent that it’s happening to him right now. Because lo-and-behold, Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera, for all his obliviousness and low-libido .... Is turned on.

Not to say that he’s never been physically attracted to Drake- obviously that isn’t the case. But as he stands there, soft plumage fluffed and face overtaken by the rosiest blush he’s ever had, he can’t recall having a bodily-reaction like this without prior prompting, without some form of flirting and touching and easing him into that state of mind. But right now, swallowing thickly and heart racing and body burning and- Shit. He’s staring, isn’t he? He’s been staring at the damage caused by Drake for far too long. Right? Honestly, it’s difficult to tell how long it has been. Such things tend to be the case when re-discovering your sexuality in the form of ripped muscles and shirts. But however long it has been, it’s probably been TOO long.

❝ O-Oh! It’s- aHEM- It’s quite alright! No need to fret about it! ❞ Fenton stammers, averting his gaze as beads of sweat nervously trickle on his brow, an awkward laugh slipping out as his beak runs without his consent, ❝ And there’s no need to heh, apologize because you’re hard— I-I mean, I’m hard- IT’S HARD! IT’S! IT’S HARD— ❞ And now he’s spiraling, hands motioning in front of himself in sharp cutting motions downard— as he’s been known to do when trying to emphasize and focus on his words —gaze firmly riveted on them as he explains, ❝ —for you to fit into my clothes because of your impressive physique! Frankly, I should have expected for your- incredibly toned and picturesque body to destroy me- MY SHIRT! With- With the ripping of the fabric because the seams can’t handle such— ❞ Another swallow, another wish for the floor to engulf him. ❝ —such intense strain... ❞

Smooth, Fenton... Handled that like a champ. Finally growing quiet, Fenton winces at the utter disaster that was his ‘recovery’, gaze averted and fingers anxiously tapping against one another as he shuffles slightly from foot to foot— looking about ten seconds away from making some half-assed excuse to sprint out the door —and once again tries to will the ground to split open and allow him to fall into its depths. Face having turned beet red with shame during his tirade, feathers messily frame it, plumage fluffed and disheveled thanks to his frantic gesturing of earlier. Swallowed by Drake’s shirt, chest feathers floof out from where the fabric hangs loosely without broad shoulders to support it, allowing his quickened breaths— as if his POUNDING heart is literally ramming against it —to be on full display.

If frazzled could be manifested into the form of a fluffy, diminutive duck... Then Fenton certainly is it. { ☆ }

#(I REGRET NOTHING .... Fenton however- has Many XD )#ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴍʏ ꜱʜᴏᴛ! ❞ ¦ 「 Fenton IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏɴᴇ; ʙ��ᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɪᴛ; ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɪᴛ... ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Fenton 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜɪᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Drake Mallard/Darkwing Duck 」#infinitexdarkwings #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ! ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱʜᴏᴜᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ; ɪ’ᴍ ᴄʜᴇᴇʀɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ; ‘ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀʏ ❞ ¦ 「 Fenton and Drake 」

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FIC WRITER MEME

Tagged by @prince-luffy

AO3 name: DarkwingSnark

Fandoms: ...SEE, I’m in lots of fandoms. Or at least, I’ve written for them during hyper-fixation periods. Let’s see what AO3 says...

Batman: The Animated Series (20)

Batman - All Media Types (7)

Wander Over Yonder (Cartoon) (6)

DuckTales (Cartoon 1987) (5)

Penn Zero: Part-Time Hero (5)

Penguins of Madagascar (3)

James and the Giant Peach - Roald Dahl (3)

Darkwing Duck (Cartoon 1991) (3)

Disney - All Media Types (3)

Dan Vs. (2)

Milo Murphy's Law (2)

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja (1)

The Batman (Cartoon) (1)

Lady and the Tramp (1955) (1)

Looney Tunes | Merrie Melodies (1)

Winnie-the-Pooh - All Media Types (1)

Alice in Wonderland (1951) (1)

Gummi Bears (TV) (1)

Winnie-the-Pooh (Disney) (1)

.... Honestly, I feel like there’s more that this list isn’t covering. Like Phineas and Ferb isn’t here and I wrote for that show too. And many of these can be simplified and condensed because they belong to similar fics.

Tropes: Depends on the fic. But as a whole, tend to write Romantic Comedies with a lot of slow burn. Mostly because... struggle is funny. People being dumdums and oblivious to the obvious is funny. Aaaaand also because it allows the episodic quality of shenanigans to occur.

Number of fics: Up and posted on AO3? 53. Does not include stuff on FF.net or that’s sitting in google docs begging to be finished.

Fic I spent the most time on: Not sure how to read this. Does it mean active man hours? Or does stuff like having a hiatus in-between count? Because TECHNICALLY ‘Real Value’ was started in high school, and I didn’t rewrite it and carry on the series (with Moonie) until many years later. There are also fics like ‘Growing Love’ or ‘Priorities’ that took a lot of time to do research. Like learning how to build a lawn mower so I could have a character believably break it apart for repairs.

....God I do a lot of research that doesn’t go into the actual fics. Because all I need, really, in the confidence of what I’m doing to be the character and describe an action here or there.

Fic I spent the least time on: Probably something drabble related? Or maybe the fic I did that was just me venting out emotions because I was feeling guilty? ‘A Mother’s Intuition’ was written and posted within a couple of hours.

Longest fic: Complicated. The longest thing written is technically an RP, NOT a story. (Different, trust me.) ‘What Happens in Gotham’ has a word count of 207,413. But fic wise at 89,022 word would be ‘The Constant Gardener’ .

Runner up being ‘Priorities’ at little over 87k.

Shortest fic: Drabbles? Uh, let’s see.. Probably from ‘Beauty and Your Worth’, as i think one was literally a paragraph long. ... Speaking of Gummi Bears, I wonder if I still have my notes on the GruffiGusto fic I wanted to write. Something to look into.

Most hits: Apparently ‘Fallen Hard’ at 5354

Most kudos: Also ‘Fallen Hard’ at 518. There... were more fans of Milo Murphy’s Law than I realised.

Most comment threads: ‘Fallen Hard’, 193 comments. ‘What Happens in Gotham’ following at 185.

Most bookmarks: .... that’s something people care about? I hardly ever bookmark things, since I read it in one go. But... I can look?

Ah.... ‘Fallen Hard’. 63

Total word count: 971,833 Oh hey! Almost a million. That’s something to celebrate.

Favorite fic I wrote: 'Knights of Dobenshire’. Hands down. (With ‘Heart of the Cards’ being very close.) I like writing road trip styled stories. It allows many things to happen within the narrative. BUT, ‘Knights of Dobenshire’ wins because it was such a satisfying conclusion of this build up, you know? Scrooge is finally no longer just putting up with the relationship with Fenton, but fully embracing it. That surprise feeling that hits him when he realizes, dear lord, he IS attracted to Fenton beyond affection.

It hits me more than a mutual pining because there I KNOW they will get together. But here? While writing with Moonie? I DIDN’T KNOW! I was worried in the end we’d have to write another fic to finally reach that step. Scrooge is stubborn and does what he wants, let me tell ya.

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: 'Fallen Hard’, ‘Season of Miracles’, ‘Going with the Flow’, pretty much anything that isn’t complete. BUT, not posted, I really want to get back to more of the stories planned in the McCrack series. It was a ship I kinda made from the ground up, with nobody caring about it in the beginning. So it feels very important to see that series through.

Share a bit of a WIP or a story idea you’re planning on:

... Actually, I can share something from 'Donald’s Party (Working Title)’. @swampy-tiefling and I started. Just the first scene to get you guys hooked.

Donald took a deep breath of air from the doorway of the house and sighed, once again pleased to find himself at his home away from home. Traveling the seas and exploring the world with the navy were its own rewards, he supposed, but there would never be anything quite like the countryside-- the middle aged mallard having practically been raised on Grandma Duck’s farm. Donald Duck was happy to be on shore-- his naval carrier being docked for the week in Duckburg as they replenished supplies and took care of whatever repairs that were needed. Whatever excuse his bosses wanted to use were fine by him, he was just happy to not be scrubbing decks for a change!

That didn’t, however, mean he was able to rest and relax-- as the duck was startled out of his thoughts as somebody bumped into him. That somebody was his grandmother as she came to, just having caught her plate of cookies before they fell.

“My land, Donald! What in the world are you doing hiding here when you should be meetin’ and greetin’ the guests?”

Donald ignored the woman’s soft glare as he waved her off, using his other hand to steal a cookie in the process. Stuffing it in his mouth, he murmured out a response.

“Phooey, they’re just relatives.”

“Even more of a reason to go out and talk to them.” Before the sailor could argue, Grandma Duck placed the plate of treats into his hands. “And put these out on the snack table while you’re at it. Poor Fethry is looking peckish.”

Donald rolled his eyes, but otherwise did as he was told. Wasn’t it just like life to make him work at his own welcome home party? Walking towards the open yard where the party was taking place, it didn’t take long to reach the table, where his cousins were already gathered around as they chat.

This instantly caught the attention of the lankier duck, his gaze zoning in as he smiled widely towards Donald in greeting.

“Well if it ain’t the guest of honor, with snacks to boot!” Fethry leaned closer, his red hat wobbling with him as he continued to inquire. “Say, cuz, ya wouldn’t happen to know if these are gluten free, would ya?”

Donald gave him an unimpressed look.

“You’re not going on another crazy diet, are ya?” Though, in all honesty, he was more worried his looney cousin might try to drag him along-- and after months of eating nothing but mush, he would NOT miss out on his first chance to pig out on actual home cooked meals.

"Not crazy at all, actually!" Fethry grinned that goofy grin. "See, it's all right here; Gluten Free; It's the Way to Be' !" he shoved a rather lengthy-looking hard cover book in Donald's face. Donald had no choice but to stare at it, the words all blurring together from its close proximity to his eyes. The offending object remained there for only a second, however, before it was yanked back, the nutty mallard already busy flipping through it.

"Let's see, here, there's a fascinating chapter I think you should-- Don?"

Phew, that had been close. Donald was still in sneaking away mode, and jumped and yelped when he was tapped on the shoulder. Oh no. He'd been caught, after all. He slowly turned, with a forced, toothy grin, to face his fate.

A wave of relief washed over him when he saw his girlfriend, Daisy, smiling sweetly at him, instead.

“And where do you think you’re sneaking off to, Mister? You’ve been gone for so long, and here we are, with you haven’t even given me a kiss ‘hello’ yet.”

Now there was something Donald didn’t mind doing, as his girlfriend leaned in her face for her reward. Wrapping his arms around her, he planted the biggest of smooches to her temple.

“Gaww, I’m sorry Daisy. I really did miss you.”

This earned him a soft smile, as it was Daisy’s turn to kiss him on the forehead.

“And I missed you, hun. Now, tell me… why WERE you sneaking around?”

“Grandma put me on entertainment duty.”

“Well, “ his girlfriend began, “it IS your party, after all. They came to see you, seems fair to me.” This made the sailor groan as she looked at him unsympathetically. Rolling her eyes, the reporter sarcastically patted her boyfriend in comfort. “There there. Now don’t go sneaking off for real, the boys will be arriving soon. And Grandma tells me Uncle Scrooge will be bringing along a special guest.”

“Special guest?” Donald asked incredulously. “Like who?” This caused Daisy’s eyes to glimmer all the more in mischief, a look that told him that she knew something he didn’t know. And that something was big news, if he was reading her right.

“Oh, nobody TOO special, I suppose,” Daisy was stalling, and it was driving Donald up the wall. The duck woman continued her teasing. “Nobody except your uncle’s new date friend.”

"Date friend?" Donald practically exclaimed, prompting Daisy's grin to grow all the more smug.

"Yep! You've missed quite a bit since you've been away, you know."

"No kidding...well I'll be..." Donald was shaking his head, but he was smiling. Uncle Scrooge, dating, at his age... it was nothing short of a miracle. It was about time, too!

"Meanwhile, why don't you go say hi to the rest of the guests? I know it's hard..." she rolled her eyes. "but at least make an effort, okay? Thanks, hun!"

Donald's heart fluttered as she smooched his cheek, and left. He glanced out over the yard, and saw quite a few familiar faces; Gus, Ludwig, Gladstone... heck, even Gyro Gearloose had shown up!

He sighed, but this one wasn't a sigh of pure despair. It did feel nice to be home, surrounded by people who most likely cared, and his nephews were even going to show up soon. Not to mention, he'd get to tease his uncle for finally taking his advice on the whole dating thing.

That alone gave Donald the pep in his step he needed as he threw himself back into the party-- where he knew his crazed family would be waiting for him.

#long post #fanfiction #snark life #disney ducks #mccrack #meme

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shadowtoons · 5 years

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Dark Poisonous~(Ducktales/Darkwing Duck)(pt.1)

(I had posted this on Deviantart. I was actually bored, I usually do stories like this when I am waiting for my stylus is charging. Enjoy.)

____ = Your name/character

Hair Color= H/C

Eye Color= E/c

Duck Species= D/s

Hair Length= H/l

feather color= F/c

(I'll choose your height, so wouldn't be a struggle.)

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(Jim/Negaduck x Reader x Drake/Darkwing Duck)

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Things change, and when you think that literally does. Ever since when you heard the news about Darkwing Duck was having his own movie, reason you know. Worked with Scrooge Mcduck, and guess some male that was an writer-- Aleister was his name? Be honest you've never heard of this guy, but getting little information by a new friend met on set.

His name was Drake Mallard, the new terror that flaps in the night. Weirdly he looks like Jim Starling, maybe the difference-- Drake was more fun and nice, willing to work with others. Jim wouldn't- really you've had to make him work with others, thing is with Starling. He always wanted you beside him, call you crazy or anything. Kind of seeing something different of him, don't know why, really. Wished you know what was wrong with him the years passed was hard to move on when he can never seem to leave you alone at times. He just having problems, and you do try to help out with him much you can. Though, deep down you knew can't keep helping him out... Not until what happened.

Heard the news Jim Starling wasn't to be found after he tried to murder Drake, broken you to hear that. Least no one else got hurt, being with McDuck and his family at the moment. Let's not forget Launchpad's new favorite hero, even known to be your best friend. Drake, been around ever since now he's part of the group. Flipped your H/L H/C hair from your hair, as your E/C eyes sort of shift around the dining room. Sort of in your own little world, don't know in ways you kind of feel like someone was watching you, getting a uncomfortable feeling. Drake notice you when you decided to walk away, the concern he had for you. Getting up to follow, "Hey ___, are you okay?" asked to sit beside you being outside. "yeah, I'm fine Drake little tense is all. Nothing to worry." lied to him, "should go back in, knowing everyone wants to talk to the new hero." Playfully hit his shoulder, for him to laugh. "Well, couldn't be alone on this with you and Launchpad." Smiled warmly toward you, making you blush and giggle, "You're such a dork, I'll be in a few need some air is all." He nodded and went back in. Sighing now, closed the front door before you begin walking away from the billion dollar mansion. Having some sort of stare again, trying to ignore it only felt worst now.

Looking behind you, only no one was not there. Rose a brow no one wasn't there, turning now to continue your walk. “Little rude to walk away, from an old friend.~” hearing a voice— a familiar one, made you squeak and to turn only facing another male. Coming to realize slowly whom this might of be, “- Jim?” He grinned seeing you remembered, and knew you were the only kind of person to recognize a face like him. “One and only Jim Starling, sweetheart.~” little weird for him to call you that, well shouldn’t be he calls any girl that. This kind of side of him though, was way off of that reason seeing how his outfit looked, “what’s with the, new look? Everyone said you were dead too, how did you-“ before you can continue any other question covered you mouth with his hand, and to push you against a tree made you tense up. Your E/c eyes stared at a new man that changed him, “that last part is a secret, but the mean time my little ___, I am dead in a different way.” Let your mouth go, yet not moving away wasn’t gonna let you escape from him.

“Jim Starling is dead, a new man of me has awaken and driven into a little darkness.~” he spoke with a smirk on his beak, made you gulp. “A man that sees now that a betrayal can be at any corner, so in return I will make sure they are given a villain they want to see.~” purred a bit, his eyes now locking onto yours again, “for you my little D/S, not a simple harm gone be on you, after all unlike any other man doesn’t know you like I do.” Hearing him say that, couldn’t help to glare now. “What does that suppose to mean?” You asked only now pushing yourself against the tree when he push himself against you, “it means I can give you desires, unlike that new bird brain, Dumbwing Loser you are friends with— should I say one you seemly to have a crush on...” He glared of that, your eyes widen. “I-it’s not like that, Jim!” You told, now you sort of struggled to get him off. “Jim, you sound like an idiot yourself at this moment, get off me right now!!” Hissed at the other, you were sort of shorter than him, maybe by inch behind. He didn’t seem to budge, weirdly he always be pushed away. Fear what is now rushed in your body looked at him who has a widely wicked evil smile. “Tables has turn, hon.~”

He wasn’t gonna let you get away from him, you were scared and confuse, “wh-what do you want from me?” Asked now, hearing a hum coming out of the evil duck, “why, taking back what belongs to me..” growled, gasped only then to scream when he harshly grabbed you to throw you over his shoulder. “Jim, put me down right now!!!” Screamed out, “Someone help!!!!” Yelled out more and squirming. In some kind of luck, Della had came to the rescue, appearing and had tackle him making the male drop you. She had quickly stood up and moved away, “___ are you alright, he didn’t hurt you?” She asked showing her heroic side. “Yeah I’m fine, Della we need to call the others or least the police.” You told her, for the female duck rose a brow. “Why?”

“This is Jim Starling, the man who couldn’t be found from the studio’s incident.” You told her, for her eyes to be widen she heard the news as well. Hearing a laugh from Jim, as you both turn to the other, “oh, still think I am Jim. Guess I never told you the new man, I am.~” standing up, “I am the new villain that rises, from the newer darkness. I am the one now I will put fear to all Duckberg and St. Canard!” Della and you step back a bit, for the male given his smirk toward you both, “I am, Negaduck. The newest of the chapter risen villain, as well the new enemy of Darkwing Duck, and his fellow friends.” Glare toward Della, “step a side sweet cheeks, that female there is coming with me. I am not letting a low life man like him to take someone I dearly loved my life.~” A blush grew on you, hearing what he said was little weird, but to hear that did he really had a crush on you? Really, couldn’t tell he always flirted with other girls, he was really good at it manipulating their hearts, and breaking them. Between you both, was a lot different always saw him as a friend, nothing else. Della didn’t step down, “leave, or else...” she warned and wasn’t afraid of a man like him, heck she faced aliens and other kinds. Negaduck as he goes by, glared but to step down, “Fine... but this isn’t over, I’ll make sure not a single family and friends of yours will live.. I will make sure you suffer much.~” He told, “until then, I’ll return my treasure.~” to throw down a smoke bomb, you both covered and look seeing he was gone couldn’t be found at all.

Sort of forgot in a way, didn’t felt like it was needed weren’t really in much danger now you are. Took long for the meeting about Jim living, Drake came up to you. “___ he didn’t do nothing to you, did he?” Concern of your safety, you shook your head, “no.. just little frighten he tried to force me to go along with him. Even shocked to hear he had a crush on me, but hard to believe him when he always flirt with any girl.” Told about it, in sort a way Drake seem mad to hear that, but also jealous he was silent to finally took a deep breath, “well he has a competition, because... I have a crush on you.” He told the truth toward you, by surprise to hear. “You do?”

He nodded, “well yeah, you are cool and kind. He doesn’t deserve your kindness like that, deserve more than anything. Someone who is willing to protect you, and I am willing to do that. I love your smile, and laugh I never felt like that from someone. Hoping if maybe we can go on a date?” He asked, for you to feel your heart race, and softly smile to the male held his hand softly.

“Sounds lovely.”

#jim starling #drake mallard #x reader #ducktales #negaduck #darkwing duck #ducktales drake mallard #ducktales jim starling #also didnt see any other x reader of this #might as well do it

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dancing-with-dichotomies · 5 years

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Additional Possible Trio of Towns Personalization Options?

Okay, so it’s already been mentioned that people want to see more shades of skin colors, especially in darker shades, and they also want to see same-sex pairings be possible. I think these are some other personalization options that would make the game feel more fun and unique.

A few more hair/eye colors. We got a good basic set but some in-between shades would be nice, or heck, yanno, just let us choose the shade from the color grid 100% personally. Why not, can’t be that hard if Stardew did it right?

At least 3 shades of light, medium and dark skin tones, each. We have extra light, light, sorta light, and then “olive”/actually tan or something, and “coffee”, which is a light dark. Need at least two more shades of medium (try distinguishing the orangey spray tan looking tan with actual light brown tan...) and two more of dark (Again, try the “coffee” with cream you already got with some REAL black coffee!)

If the world could get over it’s homophobia and realize that gay people existing doesn’t stop heterosexual and bisexual people from existing and continuing the population, it would also be cool to choose your sexual orientation at the beginning of the game. If you choose heterosexual, only opposite sex marriage candidates will give you romantic lines/flirt with you and same sex ones will only extend friendly lines. If you choose homosexual, only same sex candidates flirt with you and opposite sex remains “just friends”. If you choose bisexual, all marriage candidates will flirt with you equally, and if you choose “It doesn’t matter/Hearts not parts/Pansexual”, perhaps that could then unlock two new trans marriage candidates, who would hopefully both be good, non-offensive representation for both a transwoman and a transman. And please not just the generic Pink!Girl and Blue!Boy, REAL -characters-. Please do NOT trans any existing characters, however, that would probably step on toes.

Also, if you choose to be homosexual and adopt, it’d be cute if you could befriend/adopt existing characters that seem to need a home like Sumomo or maybe Tigre or another child character in need of adoption, instead just adopting a random child. Opposite sex pairs of course should also be able/encouraged to adopt.

For that matter? How about less girls and boys and more men and women? It’d be cool if you could choose your age range, and have a few new marriage options be available/not available depending on your age? This would be a good way to establish social boundaries, too. If you choose 18-21, you can only date characters close to that age, and you cannot marry/date slightly older until after at least 3 years pass in game. After 3 years you can date/marry the characters in their 20′s. If you choose 21-29, You can marry candidates that age or just a little older. I see Ford as 31-32 but he should be the oldest marriage candidate for that age group.

If you choose to be 30+ you should then get new older marriage candidates. In addition to Ford and maybe another extra 30-something candidate or two, both male and female, I think a lot of people would love to marry Widower!Hector and give his boy Colin a mother and have them live on your farm. Or you know poor hassled Lotus from Lulukoko has a following of fan-ladies and fellas too! And maybe have Ittetsu or Ginjiro have a single younger brother, or give Moriya a second chance at love after his heartbreak? This would make the game feel both more unique and expansive, but inclusive of all different kinds of players, from different walks of life. Naturally, only people who choose 30+ should be allowed to marry these characters. Older chars will only flirt with an older player, and the younger chars will only flirt with a character appropriate to their age.

Another customization idea I had, was if a future game allowed you to butcher animals for meats, perhaps at the start of the game it can ask you if you are an omnivore (eats both plants and meat) or a vegetarian? If you choose omnivore, the game adds the butchering option and adds a few extra meat recipes/game quests based on that. If you choose vegetarian, it will choose to only focus on fruits and veggies and not make you butcher any animals for quests.

Speaking of which, a few extra animals would be nice. Ducks and pigs would be fun too. In the butchering option pigs can be used for meat, in the vegetarian option they can be truffle-hunters. A white pekin duck, a green/brown mallard, and a black duck would be cute to do with the quail, silkie and regular chicken.

I think with the added personalization options, it would also open up both new quests and new options for interactions. I think it would be very interesting to see boundaries be taught through such a varied and unique set of communities.

And please. We know you can draw characters that look reasonably-aged like Kasumi and Ford and Hector and Lotus now, so... PLEASE. NO more marriage options that look like literal six-year-olds like Inari or that so called Doctor Cody(?) or whatever who looked 100% like a kid pretending to be a doctor, not a real one like Ford.

Also speaking of Ford and reasonably-aged characters, why not have Ford have a female cousin his age, who looks and acts around 30 like him, maybe from a family who helped Ford become a doctor after he left his neglectful mother and father, and who maybe comes to work at his clinic as either a nurse or fellow doctor.

Also speaking of Ford, as a six foot tall woman his “you’re so petite~” lines peeve me off sometimes, lol. XD Maybe get to choose if your char is tall/short or thin/muscular/”huggable”, and have dialogue towards them change accordingly? Not just assume females are tiny/petite and men are big/burly?

Lastly, I’ve mentioned matchmaking or friend-bridges before... But it would also be interesting if this was used to explore boundaries. For example, you can set up Ludus with Lisette or Komari (maaaybe Hinata?) just fine, but he will be uninterested in Iluka and Siluka and Ford, and vice-versa. Siluka might like Ford or Wayne, but not Hinata or Yuzuki? Maybe Hinata has feelings for Yuzuki, but Yuzuki would only be interested in pursuing the Kasumi, Komari, Lisette or Siluka… Maaaybe Wayne? Or maybe not. Maybe Yuzuki could be strictly heterosexual despite appearing GNC, but still let other characters be bi or gay?

Well, I can dream and scream into the wind~ Let me know if you guys think these would be cool in a future TOT game too!

#sos tot #trio of towns #story of seasons trio of towns #3ot #3ot ford #3ot ludus #lgbt gamer

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soul-heart-and-beyond · 5 years

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✩ Roleplaying History ✩

(Post ten characters you’d like to roleplay as, have role-played as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can and tag the same amount of people). Please repost instead of reblog!)

(Tagged by: @ducktales-wco-oo and @phooeyonyou)

(Tagging: Seems like you’re up next!)

Currently playing:

Duckworth - DuckTales 1987/2017/Other AU Versions

Dewey Duck - DuckTales 2017/Other AU Versions

Fenton Crackshell/-Cabrera/Gizmoduck - 2017/1987/ Other AU Versions

Negaduck/Drake Mallard - Darkwing Duck - Show/Comics/Dangerous Currency/Other AU Versions

Skunky Skunk - Bonkers Show/Other AU Versions

Huckleberry Hound - Classic Hanna-Barbera/Trio of Triumph/Other AU Versions

Ludwig Von Drake - House of Mouse/DuckTales 1987/2017/Other AU Versions (@thegenludwigvondrake)

Claire Redfield - Resident Evil

Trish - Devil May Cry

Quick Draw McGraw - Classic Hanna-Barbera/Trio of Triumph/Other AU Versions (I seriously need to update his icons and stuff. The ones I have I feel would not do him justice as of currently.) @quick-draw-mcgraw-rp

Want to play: (I’d share some of the new ones coming with updates, but surprises are surprises! They will be test muses of course, and I may alter or even archive some muses.)

Dynomutt - Hanna-Barbera (With a clumsy but chill and courageous cybernetic pooch like this guy, I just haven’t done much to promote him. He’s a good pal to have and is pretty friendly!)

Hawkgirl/Shayera Hol - DC Comics (Tougher than nails, but good company to keep once you get past her initial meeting phase! DCAU can be pretty weird to mesh in with other folks, but I should still try a little more?)

Howard the Duck - Marvel Comics (Yeah, yeah, he’s still on here, but that doesn’t mean that I haven’t been trying to push him out there like some of the ones I currently play. He’s a guy with issues that many people can probably relate to, and is fun to irritate.)

Hokey Wolf - Hanna-Barbera (As my favorite HB character of all time, well, it’s not that out of the ball park that I’d like to rp as him on here. There aren’t that many that I think would know of Hokey though. Suave, calm, and sassy is his thing, and he’ll con you a new one better than Yogi Bear ever will!)

Roxas - Kingdom Hearts (”But he’s on here and I have done a thread or two with him!” Yeah, that’s true, but just recently have I kinda noticed some things about how I’d play Roxas might not mix well with other muns, mainly because of the constant preaching of “friends over family” that KH has, it kinda leads me away from thinking Roxas would consider anyone older than him like a parent and just friend zone them instantly. I might be overthinking it, but it’s just something I don’t see happening, and until I can find my confidence and hopefully a better method of playing Roxas, he’ll be in semi-hiatus for the time being.)

Sylvester Pussycat/Daffy Duck - Looney Tunes (I have done very little with either, though I can do something with Sylvester as of now, just Daffy needs some tweaking and icons for other verses. But when I have a good grip on both situations, they’ll be put out into the open for all to interact with for the other verses!)

Dracula Duck - DuckTales (As I have not been working on his icons like I should have, with very good reason for so too, I still have so many great ideas and AUs for him that I’ll share when I can get him completed.)

Gideon McDuck - Duckverse/Disney Comics (”But you play him too!” Ohhhhkay, Gid is a tough topic to deal with as even the mere mention of his name can serve up controversy in times when it is not need, like any time, but he is still a favorite of mine and technically still a good or possible character in DuckTales 2017. He can or doesn’t have to be related, I mean, look at Huge McDuck and what he did and he’s not even a real relative. What I want to do is continue giving the chief editor a chance to shine and be noticed for all of his straight-forward but considerate mannerisms, search for truth and justice, and all of that from the news side of the world.) @gideon-mcduck

John D. Rockerduck/Roller Dollar - Duckverse/Disney Comics (”Also him as well!” Look, John is more known and very well received to be the third richest duck in the world, and as he aims for first place in besting Scrooge, he’s also not that bad of a guy. Sure, he may have a devious, mischievous, and even cheating side to him, but get to know the guy well and he’ll treat you like family. Not his of course as there’s a lot of turmoil in his but better than any average person for sure. Not only that, but he has gone through some radical adventures, giving him versatility, and even has a supervillian persona, one akin to Magneto. Polaris [Marvel], Doctor Polaris [DC], and Cosmic Boy in some terms of powers. When he hits the stage, he makes sure his appearance is known! Until he’s forced to munch on another one of his bowler hats.) @john-d-rockerduck

Underdog/Shoeshine Boy - Terry Toons? (Being a big fan of some superheroes, and knowing that Underdog has become a rarity in that of the super hero fandom, I decided it might be nice to try and help bring him back! As overpowered as he is, of course he can get the good old nerfing rod, or not, however you want it! Mainly what seems to be cool would be the situations in which he saves the day that don’t always involve Polly Purebred, or just his daily life as a shoeshine boy?) @underhcro

Have played:

Ralph Runner - Loonatics Unleashed (Boy, is this 50′s-60′s esque father of a roadrunner something! He’ll probably have you smacking your head in frustration from the very fast speak he talks. Ralph can slow down though, so that’s not much of a problem! Keeping up with him physically though is another thing, like for some reason, he still has a potbelly but can move at super sonic speeds? I guess not every speedster has a hyper fast metabolism? Either way, if you’re in the future sometime, you might find him at his business or somewhere in Acmetropolis, if it’s in the same time and universe!)

Snagglepuss - Hanna-Barbera (Ooooh, this guy. I have SO many ideas with him that they pale in comparison to Huck and Hokey, when just using my ideas and not the combined efforts of mine with others. A moment that explains how he went from being an antagonist and rival to being a good friend along with his fur change? Got it! An explanation for how he loses some of his daring and adventurous backbone? Already thought of! And the list goes on for this mountain lion! I may not have played him on Tumblr, but I have played him before, and I have hear I am really good from others.)

Bathound/Ace Wayne - DC Comics (A detective that likes to do his work more than anything, and does it best when alone? Oh yeah, that is a vigilante I can get behind! I still have yet to promote him more and such, but he is a good guy to antagonize since he does hate silliness and such when it comes to the mission. Though not as devoted to the mission as Bruce/Batman is, he can be at times and that is one of his best traits/worst flaws.)

José Carioca - Disney (As he is literally my most favorite Caballero, sorry Don and Pan, he does get a lot of love from me. With his questionable past of having what can be debated to be regular magic or black magic, coy and sly demeanor when on his con work, or just being the cool and levelheaded member until a party arises. Maybe it is because he reminds me too much of myself in some cases, but I do not know. He is still available for whoever wants for me to make a starter with him! I also have to continue the thread that has him in it.)

Morrigan Aensland - DarkStalkers (I question on how I should approach making her icons as she is well, look at her. Though she is a succubus and gets away with that because it goes back into the lore of succubi, I feel like some people would be uncomfortable with her around, which is normal. She is kinda one of those..... characters that I don’t want to type the acronym of. However, that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to play her. She’s a good character that has an intriguing personality!)

Igor - Count Duckula (Ah yes, my first rp blog that I had when I decided to rp on Tumblr. It’s still up, and I’m still working on it! But for all that do not know, here’s a little thing about my writing; If it wasn’t for me rping as Igor, and also having knowledge of Alfred Pennyworth, I might not have been thinking about playing Duckworth as early as I did. I do love Duckworth still to about the same amount as Igor, which is a LOT, but they kinda are two sides of the same coin. Heck, they even wear almost similar attire except for their appearance and tastes in some things.) @butlerofthecount

Dante - Devil May Cry (I definitely need to work on this blog again, as DMC5 sparked my thrist for some good demon slaying threads. Hopefully the pizza hasn’t gotten cold or moldy by now, but if it has, one can always order a new one!) @merciless-style

Goofy Goof - Disney (It’s no joke! I may not have him on here, but then again, not all of my muses are on here. Some are exclusive to here, and others are exclusive to other places. While I’d love to present my take on the cherry and clumsy goof, I prefer to see everyone else’s interpretation on here! Goof Paradise is Nice, but I’m too impure for that life. XD)

Tidus - Final Fantasy X (I swear, I’m still making icons for him in the PS2 original Final Fantasy X because I’m sorry, that’s the only way I like Tidus’ face in the first and second games, Kingdom Hearts and Dissidia series are okay, but not the HD Remasters [in my opinion].) @caladbolgdreamknight

Gemerl/Emerl - Sonic The Hedgehog (I definitely wouldn’t mind giving this copy bot a chance to get some light again!)

#(Whew! This took me a good few hours.)#(Though I am happy I made it as it has helped me with some of my priorities to fulfill and what to wait on.)#(Yet I am still working on other things too #Which have been taking quite a while due to my artist's block but I am getting out of it!)#Out Of Soul (ooc)#Extra Arcade Mode! (Memes)

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ducktalkspodcast · 5 years

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Last Thursday, March 7th, Disneyland in California hosted an after hours party called “Disneyland After Dark: 90s Nite.” Disneyland’s After Dark events are separately ticket events that take place after regular park hours. These events include special character meet and greets, food, and merchandise.

We know a lot of our readers were excited by the announcement of the event, and if you were as excited as we were you may have spent your Tuesday evening watching the hashtag #90sNite. Although we were unable to attend the event we have been able to speak with some attendees online and they had mostly great things to say about Disneyland After Dark: 90s Nite.

We are very appreciative of each and every person who sent us photos and provided a quote on their experience at the event. You all rock, and it’s your fandom that inspires us to cover news related to DuckTales and the Disney Afternoon. A huge shout out to our new friends at DAPS MAGIC, RebellingStagnation, Sally Jacka, and Aaron for sharing photos, videos and their experiences!

Early in the night we started seeing reports that attendees were receiving a totally awesome item for attending. What would a 90s themed event be without every participant wearing their very own fanny pack?

https://twitter.com/DAPs_Magic/status/1103845896515661824

Attendees were also given specialty themed maps that detailed the food, events, and character meet ups. These designs are awesome and scream 90s!

https://twitter.com/DAPs_Magic/status/1103827029227581440

We found a great video of the fireworks display and music at WDW News Today. The show has been described as mediocre for a Disneyland fireworks show, but everyone had commented on how awesome the music was. The soundtrack included the theme songs of many of our favorite Disney Afternoon shows AND hits from the Disney theatrical movie A Goofy Movie.

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Our new friends over at DAPS MAGIC also shared a video on YouTube that chronicles their night. Check it out, and give them a follow for more great Disney Parks content. They also shared some great pics from the evening.

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DAPS MAGIC provided us with a bunch of great images from the event. Here is a look at the poster that was given to attendees. The back side had a stamp collection map. Attendees could visit stations all over the area to receive a special stamp.

Photo by: DAPS Magic

Meeting all of the 90s themed characters at this event would have been a crazy feat for the DAPS MAGIC crew, but we are truly impressed that they were able to get pictures of every Disney Afternoon character.

Photo by: DAPS Magic

The event included special 90s themed photo opportunities. These look really fun and we are sure they were busy all night.

Photo by: DAPS Magic

The majority of people we spoke with about the event were very impressed by the 90s music Disneyland was playing throughout the evening. Not only was there a DJ playing the most recognizable 90s hits, but even the fireworks display included your favorite 90s themes.

Photo by: DAPS Magic

Twitter user @RebelStagnation appeared to be having a good time while posting about her experience on Twitter. We know she is a big fan of Darkwing Duck, and we think her cosplay was well received by the Masked Mallard.

https://twitter.com/RebelStagnation/status/1103897676851011584

The weather was not always favorable for the event, but attendees like @RebelStagnation remained positive while having a lot of fun.

https://twitter.com/RebelStagnation/status/1104086516697952256

Aaron (aka @WestersaurusNXT) is a huge fan of the 90s, so it was no surprise to us when we saw that he was attending this event. Darkwing seemed impressed by Aaron’s tattoo.

https://twitter.com/WestersaurusNXT/status/1104051376647094273

Aaron also shared some of his thoughts and an additional pic from the event!

The line for DW was two hours and they swapped him for Don Karnage ocassionally, angering fans to the point they brought him into the crowd for selfies because everyone wanted DW! The fireworks were fun! A bit basic but the music was full of nostalgia! Would LOVE for them to do this again! It was the only time I could hear *NSYNC over Main Street USA!

– @WestersaurusNXT

Twitter user @SCJacka had a great time and shared this review of the evening.

Overall 90’s nite at Disneyland was a ton of fun. There were some operational issues but for the most part it seemed like they put a lot more effort into this than other Disney events. Clearly whoever was in charge of executing the event was a fan. The fanny packs were a great (and useful) gift, and the little things like giving out Afternoon Avenue maps (on pretty good card stock, honestly) or the Indiana Jones decoder cards pushed it over the top. Meet and Greet lines were insane which is a good and bad thing because it proves people want to see these characters, but it also means there was almost no way to see everyone. We decided our one nutso line wait would be for Max since he was in his Powerline costume and it was literally the first time he’d been seen outside of Disneyland Paris dressed as Powerline. We waited over two hours and though we were exhausted cast members and guests alike were in spectacularly good moods. One of the highlights of the evening was the Disney Afternoon themed fireworks which, while short, were a very nice touch and very fun. I really don’t think I’ve ever seen a Disneyland crowd so into a fireworks show that wasn’t holiday related. Like I said, despite being exhausted and freezing our tails off by the end we had a ton of fun. The crowds were busy but not crushingly bad and there was a really fun energy the whole night.

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We are super jelly of everyone that had the opportunity to attend Disneland After Dark: 90s Nite. It looked like a great time of celebrating everything that we love about Disney in the 90s. Hopefully, this event makes it over to Walt Disney World. Thank you again to everyone who contributed to our blog.

Disneyland After Dark: 90s Nite! Last Thursday, March 7th, Disneyland in California hosted an after hours party called "Disneyland After Dark: 90s Nite." Disneyland's After Dark events are separately ticket events that take place after regular park hours.

#90s Nite #After Dark #Baloo #Darkwing Duck #Disneyland #Don Karnage #fannypack #Goofy #Launchpad McQuack #Louie #Max #Powerline #Scrooge McDuck #TaleSpin

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Ducktales 2017 - “Terror of the Terra-firmians!”

Story by: Francisco Angones, Madison Bateman, Colleen Evanson, Christian Magalhaes, Bob Snow

Written by: Christian Magalhaes

Directed by: Matthew Humphreys, Tom Owens

Storyboard by: David Baker, Tom Owens, Vaughn Tada, Brandon Warren

Part 1 of the DuckTales 2017 Catch-Up Week!

The episode starts with a family trip to the movie theater to watch a horror movie called The Beast. Huey, Dewey, Louice, Mrs. Beakley, Launchpad McQuack and...Lena, the new girl that was introduced in the last episode. We didn't have to wait too long for more Lena, though we'll have to wait a bit longer for Scrooge. This plot did not need him anyway.

We get a little touch of everyone's personalities by their reactions to the film. Mrs. Beakley didn't like that the movie wasn't family friendly. Louie hated the movie for not being as action-packed as he hoped it would. And Launchpad...well...

...he's utterly terrified. He can't just be a bad pilot, he has to lack common sense, too. In the movie, they apparently disguise as non-mole men, so he spends most of the people accusing people of being mole men. In other words, The Thing. Anyone disappointed by the lack of Launchpad McQuack is going to like this episode, even if he's just here for that one running joke.

The most relevant reactions are shared by the three main characters of this episode: Webby, who loved the film, Lena, who loved the film in pretty much the same exact way, not helping her status as "Webby, but older and that one other thing", and Huey, who hated the film because it was so unrealistic. Huey is more of a sciencey person; if it's not documented in the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook, it's not real.

Webby asks him about the existence of other creatures, the most pressing one being the titular Terra-firmians, a mythical species that live underground. We can already see the lesson being set up, along with the whole "Mulder and Scully" approach that is present throughout the entire episode.

Lena gets an idea to stop this fighting: while Mrs. Beakley is distracted by Launchpad tearing apart the poster, they go inside the subway to find these rock people and settle this debate once and for all.

So Huey, Webby, and Lena wander around the subway to find a "closed for renovation" sign. Lena decides to push it aside, because as we all know, it's good to trust people who don't follow signs. There isn't as many subtle hints in this episode as the last episode, because that reveal already happened. Now, she's more of a "mysterious rebel that plays by her own rules". We know this because she actually says that.

So how is Webby so sure that they're real? Simple: her secret diary has all the details. How would she know any of these details? There is some indication that she could have made this up, but the story lines up very well with the original Terries and Fermies. This series is a clear reboot, so anything can go at this point.

Suddenly, some tremors happen, and they see claw marks on the wall. Webby sees this as proof. Huey, however, disregards this claw mark and is more interested in something else. Both of them see the same thing, they come to different conclusions.

In Huey's case, he's more interested in rocks! Huey is definitely showing shades of a certain other red-head-accessory wearing nerd who loves books and probably likes rocks, too. He's not interested in financial reports as of yet, even though living with a very, very, very rich duck could give him that interest.

Webby also brings up that rock people shouldn't be so out there when dragons and headless horsemen, which is something I thought they wouldn't bring up because that would be inconveinent to the plot. He put it in the book, therefore it's real now, and that's what matters! Suddenly, they hear a pretty weak call for help from an abandoned subway train.

That was intentional, because this was all a big prank by Lena, getting caught writing one of the messages. Webby gives her a high five anyway, because they're best friends, and best friends love it when they mislead each other.

Suddenly, some dark figures show up, and the first thing Huey decides to do is throw a giant rock at them. The bigger one manages to dodge it, and one of the smaller ones tells Huey to watch it in a familiar voice. Clearly, it's the mole people!

Nah, it turns out to be Mrs. Beakley, Launchpad, and the other two nephews. Good luck telling Launchpad that, as the running gag of him believing in mole people continues. I'll admit that I'm not as familiar with DuckTales canon as, say, Powerpuff Girls, but I thought he was more clumsy than an outright man-child, as he's actually called in this episode. He seems like the most fitting character for this gag anyway.

Mrs. Beakley immediately begins to antagonize Lena for most of the episode, and correctly blames her for getting the children into this mess in the first place. Why? Because she knows it as she sees it.

Lena: Yeah, sure, blame it on the mysterious rebel that plays by her own rules.

See, I told you! She outright tells her she's not going to be hanging out with them any more once they get out of there. For most of the episode, Mrs. Beakley goes back to her "overprotective grandmother" character she had in Woo-oo, which was one of the lesser parts of that episode.

Speaking of lesser parts, they see some rock people look menacing in the distance. The last episode was a Warriors pastiche, this one is more of a monster movie pastiche.

Once again, we get two interpretations: Webby thinks it's rock people, while Huey thinks it's an hallucination based on a methane gas leak. That Junior Woodchuck Guidebook is pretty thorough, as Huey implies he only believes the book! One interpretation they can both agree on: the tremor caused rocks to fall on the entrance to this subway, causing them to be trapped.

They decide to split up. Huey goes with Webby so they can continue fighting in the A plot, Lena and Mrs. Beakley go and try to unscrew the passenger cars, or specifically Mrs. Beakley does all the work while Lena looks at her phone. Oh, teenagers!

Launchpad goes to fix the train with Dewey, so we can get some more mole people humor. Louie gets to follow Huey and Webby, and tell the audience that what he's seeing is entertaining while eating popcorn. Another running gag. That may not be the exact reasons, but that's what I'm thinking.

Most of the focus that doesn't involve Webby and Huey arguing over the existence of rock people involves Mrs. Beakley and Lena. Mrs. Beakley is trying to repair the train, while Lena is playing on her phone. Her logic is that if she helped out, she would have to leave sooner.

Of course, Mrs. Beakley has to ask who raised her, and we get more of her sad expression about that. Nice to see that plotline continuing, though in this part, we get to see something more.

Launchpad manages to fix the train, while starting to think that everyone is a evil transforming mole man, including himself, and the lights come on. This leads to what was the big twist for The Beagle Boys Birthday Massacre, and this episode is going to greatly expand on it. If you haven’t seen that episode, I’d recommend it.

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Honestly, maybe you should spoil yourself anyway, as it's a reveal that makes Lena, and this episode, a lot more interesting.

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In the last episode, it was revealed that her amulet, which she shown off in the first few minutes, contains Magica De Spell, an evil sorceress who appears to be a lot more serious in the reboot. We only see her in this shadowy ghost-like form, possibly a reference to the times she seperated from her shadow.

It’s made clear that Lena is doing some sort of plan with her aunt, though said plan isn't made clear as of yet. This raises a lot of questions that will hopefully be answered as the series goes on. What is she planning? Does it involve the Number One Dime? Will we see Magica's true form eventually? Most importantly, will Lena betray the Ducks in the end, or will she stand up to her aunt? The last one is going to be touched upon.

Magica shows up as soon as the light shines on her, much to Lena’s dismay. She quicky goes to the left to hide this shadow before Mrs. Beakley turns around. It's a striking image, and it also works as a twist even if there was no real build up to it. There wasn't much build up in the last episode either.

It's almost like they didn't think this episode was good enough, so they threw in this Lena plot to make this episode feel important. They did something similar in The Great Dime Chase, though with this episode, they were actually right. There are some exciting scenes, like Launchpad managing to start up the train, and the Terra-firmians rolling around the train and persumably causing more tremors.

If it feels like I'm skimming over the Terra-firmians, it's because the episode kind of does too. For the vast majority of the episode, they're just sillohuetted rock people. The ducks are absolutely terrified of them, the rock people are terrified of the ducks, and they accidently get them into trouble multiple times as already seen.

The Terrafirmians manage to do another disaster unintentionally: cause Launchpad to crash the train. I have a feeling that was a foregone conclusion anyway. Everyone seems to be okay...with one major exception.

Mrs. Beakley gets caught under the wreck. After all of the build-up, being trapped under a train before she even gets to do anything off-screen is kind of a bad way to go out. Lena is given two choice, one by her own conscience, and one by Magica: save her, or don't save her. She even gives her reasons, mainly that she's keeping her from her friends.

It's not much of a spoiler to guess that Lena decides to save Mrs. Beakley, but she did have to think about it. It adds to her most interesting part in the plot. Also interesting: the way she saves Mrs. Beakley. I won't spoil it, but it's awesome. Highlight of the episode.

Everything is all wrapped up in the end, very quickly. Launchpad just gets told that mole people aren't real by Mrs. Beakley, and he just instantly throws that running joke away. Maybe she's just that convincing.

As for Huey and Webby's fight, the Terra-firmians are real. Huey learns his lesson by adding it to the guidebook, much like he did with the headless horseman, and pretty much goes back to only believing in the book. It's not a bad thing to expect proof before believing in something, which does add a bit of a point to the mole people jokes. Other than that, it's just a Santa Claus meets the M&Ms joke; the tremors don't really have a payoff.

Speaking of being convinced two paragraphs ago, because Lena saved her from being crushed by the train, Mrs. Beakley apologizes to Lena and says she'll let her hang out again. With this and Webby in Woo-oo, I guess it's just that easy to get Mrs. Beakley to trust you. As for Lena...she's apparently playing the long game. You sure tell me!

How does this episode stack up?

This is another episode where the B plot is far more interesting than the A plot. We get far more expansion on Lena’s character, and it's great to see more Magica. Other than that, it's a pretty by-the-numbers plot with not much payoff. If it wasn't for the Lena plot, I would need a new rating. Thankfully for DuckTales 2017, I'll have to use it later.

Next, we're going to get lucky. Wednesday and Friday, new DuckTales reviews.

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lc’s ongoing long-ass list of what the fuck, teen wolf, and other sundry E606:Ghosted edition.

scott getting a little tiny bit snarly at the sheriff for not believing~~ in stiles gives me life

this old-ass map not only puts beacon hills on top of a real life place called scotty place which still makes me laugh, but also substantially more north and eastward than i originally estimated.

why the fuck didnt naziwolf just get the fuck outta bh?

why did he choose to stay and teach high school of all things?

california requires an 18 month accreditation course and a certain GPA of teachers who do not have an education degree, i know this from direct experience. its been three months since naziwolf busted out of his bacta tank, so what the fuck

if he forged his credentials, how

when

when did he actually learn all of the post WW2 physics and electromagnetics things he clearly genuinely knows and has a genuine interest in?

did the dread doctors read him bedtime stories from their science journals?

if so, what the fuck

i guess if youre an alpha werewolf you can sleep in the backseat with no seatbelt and its not a big deal if you crash

good job on malia being the driver and not crashing them im proud of her

reading the date of the canaan abduction in the standard american way it was april 8th, 1987, which cant be a coincidence given that’s stiles birthday (albeit pre-stiles)

if canaan has been abandoned for 30 years, who has been cutting these obviously not overgrown lawns and trimming these obviously not overgrown accent shubberies

why isnt that flag beat up or torn in any way?

kudos on giving that convertible the old 80s style california plates but why arent any of the windows on any of the cars busted out? no flat tires? no rust or missing doors?

also that shot of the ‘town’ where there was more substantial damage looked fake as hell and the crosswalk was proceeding at the wrong angle and i cant unsee it.

why is there still power running to these street lamps?

for that matter who has their street lamps scheduled to turn on in the middle of the day?

was that block party banner over the street lettered on both sides? it reads properly no matter what side youre looking at, which seems weird.

why is there blood on the carousel? was that explained? we’ve never seen the ghost riders’ gun draw blood that i can recall

im not even sure we’ve really seen their whips draw blood per se and certainly it wouldn’t have caused that kind of blood stain

also why is the blood still wet and red 30 years later? why wasn’t that newspaper rotted out? either time impacted this town to make it shitty as hell or it didn’t, pick one, you cannot have both. it still rains enough in california to totally disintegrate a newspaper in thirty years.

how the fuck did that carousel function even that tiny bit after 30 years in the elements?

why did melissa have to sneak chris argent around, couldnt he have just declined the operation against medical advice?

also good to see scott got his utter inability to lie from his mom

even if malia isnt wearing 100% stiles’ void-hoodie how could the costume department have thought for a minute we wouldnt have thought that was the void hoodie?

malia having a hallucination of theo in the same episode he comes back in for real seemed both rushed and entirely unnecessary.

in fact these hallucinations seemed wholesale unnecessary and neither scott nor malia deserved that nonsense

were all of these dead leaves already on location or did some poor asshole have to ship them in and then ship them out again

come to think of it, at first i was really excited to see coral/eucalyptus trees as they are actually trees that are in california (as opposed to the type of oak the nemeton is, which is distinctly Not a type of tree in california) but then i realized those are Southern California Trees and if beacon hills (and canaan) are that far north and close to the oregon border, the trees should be way more pines and evergreens and not coral or eucalyptus or ... any deserty tree, really.

seriously were these hallucinations just to show malia can feel sad too?

malia was wearing really subtle gold eyeshadow earlier. now it’s dark shadowing up to her browbone. does being a werecoyote also mean being able to shift your makeup at will? cause thats cool

do little girls seriously still play with baby dolls while hitting their first strides of puberty? im beginning to think i was never actually a little girl.

how much younger than malia was kylie supposed to be? bc she looks like 12 here but malia was like... 10 when the desert wolf murdered her family, right? was SHE the younger sister??

teen wolf shamelessly reusing shots with new filters on them like never before. this ain’t even the fifth time i’ve caught them doing this, this season, and i’ve literally never seen them do it in any of the other seasons.

im not sure anybody told kylie’s actress she wasnt gonna get to make out with shelley

how do werecreatures get piercings? or were her ears pierced first before the change?

why does anyone let liam make any decisions, ever?

i do not get why everyone finds naziwolf so hot

seriously i have a little tree-bush exactly like this right outside my door/garage and that shit is wild and untamed in just a month of no trimming in 30 years it would not have that nice slender shape anymore

also trees being choked to death by kudzu or whatever all these vines are dont look that healthy

is there even kudzu in california??? ive never seen so many vines in all my 10 years of living here.

the first house scott goes in theres like no tv in the living room but there is one chair (with no dining table) all alone in the dining room area, which just looks sad.

oh sorry two chairs set up in what was clearly the worlds most melancholy staring contest.

my dentist used to have that exact sailboat wallpaper trim around the top of his exam rooms.

scotts bullying a door.

have melissa and chris argent actually told the pack about the head-biting yet bc i feel like they should know

i think more people have asked scott if he’s okay in this episode than in the last three seasons, which is sad bc it’s basically just lydia and malia that do it.

that one house has some brutal earthquake damage in its exterior wall.

poseys microexpressions are so woefully underrated, he really is brilliant.

i have more grey hair than jr bourne and that makes me really angry

i like that they’re doing alchemy with druidic compounds/hedgemagic/whatever you want to call it more than i could possibly express.

why is there a porch loveseat on the step up to this one house but that FLAG IS ENTIRELY INTACT?

how convenient that all three of them were looking at that window when lenore decided to fuck with the drapery.

that said scott’s resultant HOLY SHIT?!?? face is amazing

how has lenore been surviving in this town, does she not need water, electric, heat, groceries? where did the lemons for the lemonade come from?

all this wood paneling is the most 70s thing i have ever seen in my life

i appreciate the little cast iron redwood decoration with the ‘m’ on the bottom of it.

everything!! in!! this!! house!! is!! brown!!

that piano as a busted af bass key there.

i feel like i’ve seen that other metal flower/leaf decor before. the new version of the stilinski house, maybe?

lenore has an intimidatingly large smile and i feel like that as an intentional casting choice

how come malia and scott couldnt hear her heartbeat after scott explicitly called out that there were no heartbeats? or for that matter not hear that caleb also didn’t have one? (presumably.)

im not 100% sure but i think malia is holding scott’s hand when they enter the dining room area of lenore’s house, which is adorable so i accept no other reality now.

i honestly feel really bad for lenore.

i would say the fisheye lens is s6′s slo mo but the slo mo didnt go anywhere

i dont know if its supposed to be fancy or artisinal or whatever you called that in the 80s but dont put green shit in your lemonade, green shit does not belong in your lemonade. lemons. sugar. water. it isn’t hard.

malia like chugs a good half of her glass at once, but when she sets it back down it is more full than any of the other glasses. i prefer to think she just faked drinking it to try and gain lenore’s trust than it’s a continuity error from the props department.

when lenore starts using her banshee powers to shake the house, it also magically converts the lemonade into water.

lenore has a pair of decorative ducks on her wall but they appear to be two male mallard ducks, so. gay duck decor.

so when does lydia get to have telekinesis?

i dont think im a very big fan of how angela harvey handles scott.

malia did NOT make a fist like she was really committing to trying to punch out that window.

seriously scotts the alpha he doesnt need lydia to give him permission to do things scott thinks need to be done

that being said scott going into the basement with a creepy kid when youre obviously in some kind of horror movie trope was stupid

the cameras they used for the senior pack team were super blurry anytime anyone moved even the littlest bit, its so annoying.

scott barely being tall enough to reach this tiny-ass basement window is endearing to me

there is no way a vhs tape that wet would run. i remember vhs tapes. they were not sturdy.

i feel like we used to have the same VCR in my parents’ room tho

also what the hell camcorder did they record this on that put it straight on VCR, camcorders in the 80s had weird little small VCR tapes you had to put in a converter. that was just a standard VCR tape.

also why are there jumpcuts in the home video? did somebody cut the original footage and THEN put it on a standard VCR tape? how much fucking work was THAT??

caleb goes from 0 to 100 on the creepy poltergeist scale real quick

well okay maybe from like 40 to 100

banshee duel yessssss

literally why would noshiko do this after she saw what happened with the nogitsune

not that i necessarily think theo is as dangerous as the nogitsune but he is well bad enough

look at this worthless white boy doing this shit against all the advice of the woc around him

why does the sword do this, i thought the power was in kira and not the sword

if the power is in the sword why couldnt noshiko fix her own damn blade

look at this other worthless white boy even more worthless than the first

that looks like melissa is putting like grout on chris’ injury that does not look comfortable

oh look hes screaming imma guess it was not in fact comfortable

gratuitous jr bourne fanservice

awwww theyre holding haaaaands again

how did this kid get on the stairs the last time we saw him he was by the tv, why did scott and malia let him herd him like this

i appreciate malia’s willingness to beat up a kid poltergeist immensely

of the pictures on caleb’s walls, many are pictures of insects. one is a blue crab. one says ‘guten’ on it, which somehow entertains me a lot.

this is the second time this episode has tried to make me scared of carousel horses

the vhs footage loops while no one is attending to it which is not how vhs tapes work

malia is such a treasure

that being said having nearly drowned twice in my childhood this whole drowning-on-dry-land conceit is not super great for me

screencapping this is so gross

i love lydia’s fierce banshee scream face

so the blood was on the carousel before the wild hunt attack, as we see in lydia’s vision. SO WHY IS IT THERE??

THERE ARE KIDS RIDING ON THIS CAROUSEL WHILE SOME OF THE HORSES ARE BLOODY

poor skateboard bro couldnt even take his skateboard like rude wild hunt

i feel like there’s a lot more ghost riders here than there are in beacon hills. maybe the ghost riders just come for particular towns and the ones in bh are actually like... cora isaac and danny.

its amazing how much younger a good foundation can maybe somebody look

did liam SERIOUSLY just tell theo he can kill whoever he wants? did i hear that right? bc that is a TERRIBLE thing to tell theo, who has ALREADY KILLED A LOT OF PEOPLE, even if what you meant was ‘dont kill us you need us’.

i cant believe we got this cheap knockoff as an excuse to not have kira and then they didnt even let him have the powers he needed to do the job

otoh watching his ass get blasted back into the tunnels was satisfying

literally nobody cares if youre okay theo you murderous fuck

i wonder how many times scott had someone steadying him telling HIM he has to breathe like hes doing for malia right here

i should really keep a tally of how many times scott does stiles’ lizard tongue thing while stiles is gone

this is gross of me to think while the character is basically drowning but hey now i know what scott looks like with his bottom lip all wet and covered in somewhat translucent stretchy goo--jizz. okay. it looks like jizz.

scott mccall nearly drowns on dry land after a lifetime of severe asthma and the first thing he does after is ask if malia is ok

luckily THIS time she asks if HES okay to but jeez

he looks so shocked and confused to be asked extra jeez

more scolia handholding, this time while fleeing danger

i was literally three in 1987 and i still have more grey hair than lenore who was demonstrably an adult in 1987 I AM VERY ANGRY

that being said i realized why caleb here’s clothing was bothering me so much. nobody had shorts that long in the 80s. everybody wore short as hell shorts in the 80s. it was thighs everywhere.

these stupid motherfuckers taking theo to scott’s HOME and putting him in scott’s SAFE SPACE without even WARNING HIM oh my GOD

those better not also be scott’s CLOTHES

ok but WHY are the wild hunt trapped? did they BRING the northern lights or is the northern lights related to what’s trapping them?

excuse me but WHEN did lydia see anything related to what happens to people after the wild hunt takes them and why didnt we get to see it too?

seriously its like if scott is thinking of stiles then lizard blep

im so mad at liam for bringing theo back and putting him in scotts house i cant even see straight

and i just know that this anger that scott is being allowed will be it

and in a week or two itll be working with theo like nothing ever happened

im honestly shocked he even got this much

he even got undercut there by malias (also justified) rage

cool that the morrigan got a namedrop but i dont trust them with that story eitherrrrr

man let me tell you if this was martin and not scott and somehow he had been murdered and resurrected and was then confronted with his murderer in his pack house that murderer would not fucking leave alive

im still kind of mad that this season brought claudia back to life just to make her so sketch and make me kind of hate her, i didnt want to hate her

oh okay its a different weird leaf decor piece than the other one

oh yeah noah OKAY NOW youre starting to believe BUDDY you have faith issues

#long post for ts #like this is so long #so so so long #just my train of thought tho #no episode of teen wolf is without sin #read at your own risk #this is unfiltered #and idk what tags its gonna end up in #but my biased opinions are Obvious.

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Something different for this week’s Wildlife Wednesday. An interview with the wonderful Phil J. Taylor and David Bodenham from Eco Sapien. If you haven’t heard of this fantastic enterprise, let me educate you. They are on a mission to stop biodiversity loss around the world. They are doing this through educational programmes, their Youtube channel and holding events in the UK. Read on and prepare to be inspired.

1.How did Eco Sapien get started and how would you describe your enterprise?

Eco Sapien grew from two journeys to contrasting locations. David headed to North Ronaldsay, in Orkney, a cluster of islands off the north coast of Scotland. Filming migrant birds, seal colonies, and an interesting breed of sheep that eats mostly seaweed, he produced an ambitious three-part documentary about the island’s history and its wildlife. Phil, meanwhile, ventured over five thousand kilometres south to the dry tropical forest of Madagascar, in search of lemurs, chameleons, and the incredible giraffe-necked weevil, and produced a cheap and cheerful series of documentaries that would eventually become Eco Sapien’s video ‘Madagascar: The real King Julian.

On our return home, our respective documentaries caught each other’s attention and David approached Phil with the idea for a new YouTube channel to promote the importance of biodiversity. After weeks of script writing, filming and editing, Eco Sapien went live on YouTube, championing the value of bees.

2. What services do you offer at Ecosapien?

Education: We run interactive workshops for primary schools and adult audiences. Our aim is to make the workshops as interactive and engaging as possible, so in addition to an illustrated talk, we encourage audience participation, question-and-answer sessions, and run various fun activities throughout.

Resources: We offer a variety of free resources, including videos, info packs, infographics and articles. Our videos are one of the core elements of our organisation.

Shop: Finally there is also the Eco Sapien shop where we sell a variety of books, branded clothing, and photographic prints.

2. What is biodiversity and why is it so important?

Biodiversity actually means lots of different things. Biodiversity is short for biological diversity, and the official definition is: “it’s the variety of life on earth and its natural processes.” So what do we mean by that?

Biodiversity can be different ecosystems, from your local pond, to the Great Barrier Reef. Biodiversity can also be genetic variation. And of course biodiversity refers to all the creatures that we find on Earth. That includes your pet dog, dolphins, the mould growing on your bathroom wall, and even the life forms you can’t see with the naked eye, like bacteria. We’re talking about every single type of living creature on Earth.

3. Why is biodiversity important?

Good question! Science is just scratching the surface and we’re now only beginning to realise how important the natural world is, not only for our health and wellbeing, but for our very survival.

We rely on the natural world for countless things; food, resources, medical care, all of which we wouldn’t have, if it wasn’t for the natural processes which create these vital assets. Biodiversity, from ‘biological diversity’ – literally means the number of different living things on Earth and is a crucial component of these natural processes.

But in a world where the human population grows exponentially year by year, we are beginning to lose our natural heritage and the countless organisms which occupy it, and therefore the natural processes they provide.

4, You hold events and talks in schools, how do you go about engaging the kids in Nature and Science?

One of the key things is getting out of the classroom. Simply running workshops outside in the fresh air amongst nature is an amazing change of scenery for most pupils, firing up their imagination and enthusiasm! When we’ve been limited for time, we try to bring the natural world inside with us, showing off our collection of incredible tropical insects, using props from the natural world, or showing as many amazing images of the natural world as possible. A second important aspect is interactivity. We encourage group discussion, run activities such as making homes for bees and of course our ever popular Big Biodiversity Quiz.

5. What are the biggest threats to British Wildlife today?

Probably a combination of ignorance and apathy. If people don’t know or care about wildlife around them, and its importance, there will be no impetus to preserve or help that wildlife. Another problem is that the politicians who represent us have little interest in the environment. With the UK now leaving the European Union, all of our important wildlife legislation protecting the natural environment could be rewritten or scrapped entirely. At this time it is extremely important that people support the U.K.’s conservation organisations, or write to their local MPs, to make sure the environment is not forgotten during the political and legislative shenanigans that are on the horizon.

6. Why should the general public be more interested in their natural surroundings?

Because their natural surroundings are amazing! There are incredible hidden worlds all around us just waiting to be discovered by those who take note. The latest high budget wildlife documentaries, like Planet Earth II are incredible but they are no substitute for the heart-pounding excitement of coming face-to-face with a red fox or the wonder of having a butterfly perch on your arm. Encountering nature also has the power to make you feel better. There is a growing body of evidence that contact with the natural world provides benefits to physical and mental health.

7. Where are some of the best places in the UK to see British Wildlife?

Everywhere! The key is to go outside, open your eyes, and be mindful of what you see. There are marvels to be found everywhere, from weird lichen growing on trees to flocks of migrating birds in the sky. Often the key is a change of perspective. Have you tried taking a really close look at common bird such as a Mallard duck or feral pigeon – you start to notice that they are truly spectacular, picking up on all sorts of details that would normally go unnoticed. If you’re after something a bit more adventurous, I’d highly recommend Scotland, with the Highlands being a particular favourite. You might see golden eagles in the glens, dolphins in the Moray Firth, and if you are extremely lucky (and an early riser) there is always the potential for otters!

9. Do you have any tips for people who might like to go into your chosen field?

Volunteering is a great way to pick up experience in the conservation sector, but be careful of the type of volunteering you undertake. Find out exactly what you’re getting involved with before you start, to make sure it is right for you, and make sure you’re actually doing something worthwhile once you’re volunteering starts.

You might also want to consider specialising in a particular subject. Some of the more obscure fields, for example, molluscs or bryophytes, are often crying out for new experts, so it’s worth investigating avenues such as these. Also learn how to do bat surveys as early as possible, as they are quite well-paid and will see you on your way to doing permanent environment work!

10. Are you holding any upcoming events?

Phil runs a weekly group called Discover Nature at the St Nicks nature reserve in York, which is part of their ecotherapy programme. Although the group is not an Eco Sapien event, Phil uses many of the Eco Sapien resources during his classes. Find more info here

11. What can we look forward to coming up on your show?

We’ve got an episode on the reintroduction of red kites to the UK that has been filmed and needs to be edited but it’s a case of us fitting it into our busy schedules!

I hope you found that interesting. Please do check out the Eco Sapien website here and also their Youtube channel to find out more. Thanks to Philip and David for speaking to me.

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