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kniesyswrld · 3 years

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Hey, by the way• j. anderson

(Josh gets jealous when he sees you hanging with your gay best friend)

Warning(s): Smut and Fowl Language

My ex-boyfriend got mad at me for this exact same reason, so let’s put my past relationship into an imagine

Song Inspired By: Jealousy, Jealousy by Olivia Rodrigo

“Hey, baby. My friend from college is coming over for a little today while you’re at the rink, okay?” I told him, “Yeah. Just tell her not to shit in the lawn like your last friend who got drunk.” He says to me.

I shook my head, “Well she is a he, and he wouldn’t do that. He actually has common sense.” I said to him and his smile dropped, “He?” He says to me and I nod.

“Yeah, you’d like him.” I say to him and continue to look for an outfit. “And you’re getting dressed up for him?” Josh asked me, “Yes, I haven’t seen him in a while.” I said.

He shook his head, “Would you dress up for me if you haven’t seen me in a while?” He asked me. “I don’t know, probs.” I say and pull the zipper of my dress up and he sighed.

“Call me if anything goes wrong.” He told me, “I will, love.” I say to him. “Okay. I love you, babygirl.” He says to me and I kiss his lips. “Love you too, Joshy.” I say and he shook his head, leaving.

About 30 minutes later, I finished getting ready and I got a text from Allen that he was here. “Hey bitch!” He says to me, “Hey whore!” I squeal and he hugged me.

“I missed you so much.” I say to him and he nods, “I missed you too, girly.” He says. “My boyfriend is at work, so you won’t have to worry about him being up our asses.” I chuckled.

He nods, “So you’re dating a hockey player?” He asked me. “Yeah.” I said with a smile, “Ooh girl, that’s not a wise choice.” He says, “I know they aren’t the best people to be in a relationship with, but we really love each other.” I said to Allen.

“As long as he treats you well.” He says, shrugging. “Yeah, he does.” I say to him and he nods. “Wanna go get ice cream?” I asked him and he shrugs, “That’s sound good.” Allen says and we go to my car.

He looks at my car, “Damn.” He said. “Yeah, Josh really like to spend money on me.” I said to him and Allen chuckled. “Well does he have any hot friends?” He asked me.

“Yeah, but sadly I don’t think they’re gay.” I said to him and he smiled. “I bet half the guys in the league are gay.” He says to me, “Honestly.” I said and he laughed.

I got in the car and then drove to the ice cream parlor, “Do you know what flavor you want?” I asked him, “I want chocolate.” I said to him.

“Yes bitch, me too!” I said and he laughed, I open the door and we both get out. I got us our ice cream and we went in the grass area, “This grass is dirty.” I said and laid down 2 of Josh’s hoodies.

He laughed, “Still not an outside girl?” He asked and I shook my head, “I hate being outside and getting dirty.” I said and he chuckled.

“Still the same Y/n I know.” He laughed and I smirked, “Definitely.” I said and he shakes his head, “Still a freaky partier?” He asked and I laughed, but nodded.

I gasp, “Let’s take some Insta pics.” I said and he nods his head.

Insta post

“What the fuck?!” Allen sighed and I look at him with a confused grin, “What’s wrong, Al?” I asked him, “My boyfriend wants me to come back, he’s being as ass.” Allen says.

I poured, “Really?!” I said and he nods, showing me the text. “Awe okay, we’ll I drive you home.” I said and he nods.

“Sorry, Y/n.” He says and we hug, “Hey next time, okay?” I said and he nods.

After Dropping Allen Off

I went back home and saw Josh’s car in the driveway and furrowed my brows, but thought nothing of it. “Josh?” I called out as soon as I stepped into the door.

“Hey.” He just says and I kissed his lips, he doesn’t kiss back though. “What’s wrong?” I asked and he shrugged, “Nothing.” He says and I sighed.

I threw my shoes off and set my purse down, I crawl on my knees to get in front of him. I placed my hand on his dick and got him hard, “You’re not excited to see me, but your dick certainly is.” I teased.

“Shush.” He says and I put my hair into a low ponytail, I pull his sweatpants and boxers down before beginning to suck him off.

He moans softly, “Fuck.” He groans and I grip his thighs, “Don’t stop.” He moaned and I moan against his hard cock, “Holy fuck.” He grunts.

“Deeper, baby, deeper.” He says and I began deepthroating him, I gag and saliva gets all down my chin. “Yesss.” He moans.

His hand goes to my head and he guided my mouth on his dick, “Shit.” He says and started thrusting his hips in my mouth.

“I’m gonna cum.” He says and I began to squeeze lightly at his balls, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He groans loudly, then I felt warm liquids shoot into my mouth.

He pushed my head from his lap but I look up at him with smeared makeup, “What’s wrong, Josh?!” I rasped out.

“Nothing, get upstairs and be naked for me.” He says and I nod, I ran up there and quickly became undressed for him.

He comes in about 3 minutes after I spread my legs for him, “Good girl, finally.” He said with an eye roll, I do grabby hands to him.

“What?” He says with a bit of sass, “Um excuse me, I just want to kiss my boyfriend. I mean, I did get naked for him.” I said and he walks over to me.

He leans down and gave me a quick peck, “There.” He says and I rolled my eyes. “Just fuck me or something.” I said and he sighed.

“I am, hold on.” He says and slipped a condom on, weird we never use one, “Ready?” He asked and hovers over me.

I push him away from me, but keep my hand on his bicep. “Why are you using a condom?” I asked him, “Who knows what you did with that boy while I was gone.” He says.

“Josh, he’s g-.” I began to say and he covered my mouth with his hand, “Shut up.” He says and thrusts into me.

He moaned and I rolled my hips up, he pushed my hips back down and pounds me harder than this. “Does he fuck you like this, huh?” He asked and goes harder.

“Huh? You little slut?” He asked going harder, “No.” I cry out in pleasure, “Good. You’ll never get dick like this.” He moans.

He adds his finger to my clit and I moan, “Yes, baby.” I moan loudly, “His dick will never compare to mine.” He says and I wrap my legs around his torso.

“No it won’t.” I cried, “You gon’ cum for me, little mama?” He asked and vigorously rubs my clit. “Yes.” I say and wipe tears of pleasure from my face.

I breathed heavily and my moans got louder, I was literally screaming. “Fuck Josh, you fuck me so good, Joshy!” I said and he grunts.

“Damn girl, you are so tight.” He grunts and I clench around him as I came, “I’m gonna cum.” He says and I nod, his cock twitched in the condom and I felt the warm liquid fill the condom.

He rides us through our highs and pulls out of me, “You made me cum so hard, Josh.” I say and he grins at me before taking the condom off.

“By the way, Allen is gay.” I said and he looks at me with an embarrassed facial expression, “I’m so sorry, Y/n. I accused you of cheating. I love you.” He says and I smiled.

I grab his face, “It’s all right, Joshy. I forgive ya’ I got really great sex out of it.” I chuckle and he does too, he kissed my lips and lays down with me.

#hockey imagine #hockey smut #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl smut #hockey #nhl #hockey fic #nhl x reader #josh anderson #josh anderson smut #montreal canadiens #montreal canadiens smut

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the-supreme-g0ddess · 3 years

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Hogwarts Professors on Holiday

I’ve been wondering what the Hogwarts professors did when the kids had their summer break, and I don’t know why I just randomly thought of all of them having muggle jobs during this time.

Minerva: Librarian. Helping all those kids enter another world by reading those books. Sternly peering over her glasses at table that just will not shut up and shushing them. Being that comforting grandma who can tell immediately when someone’s having a bad day and somehow the kid just happens to find the one book that makes them feel better. Low-key Mary Poppins type.

Remus: I don’t know why but I feel he would be like one of those part-time nurses who works in muggle hospitals and just cheers up the kids. Always has chocolate, distracts them well, sometimes manages to cure them really well??? (Shhhhh) All the kids there would love seeing him, you can’t argue with me on that.

Flitwick: I think the Ravenclaw Common Room would always be done up really well and I’m sure Flitwick would be the one obsessing over new designs and stuff so I’m gonna say he works as an interior designer. He loves doing it especially for those really huge banquet halls because he just feels they have so much potential. Trelawney: Therapist/fortune teller. I’m sure the fortune teller part is pretty self-explanatory but I feel she would also be a therapist. One who would provide some hocus-pocus gibberish as a remedy but trust me, she is an awesome listener.

Sprout: Professor Sprout was one of the most chill professors to be honest. I think she would have like her own condo with this HUGE garden and she would take part in these monthly Nursery Garden Competitions. Obviously she would win, leaving the neighbours wondering “She’s barely home, how are her plants so PERFECT???”

Snape: Snape always has this very grumpy personality so I think he would be something like an extremely annoyed lecturer at a college. The kind that snipes at kids, points them out, periodically passes comments on them to just make them feel bad. Basically, he would be the exact same but teach at a muggle place. (For some reason I can also imagine him as a grumpy self-defence teacher???)

Dumbledore: Sweet maker. We all know he loves it, so I think he would run a HUGE store with Willy Wonka type candy. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if Dumbledore is actually Willy Wonka in disguise and he’s invented literally every candy in the Wizarding World.

Lockhart: Model. Need I explain more?

Hooch: Summer camp sports coach. Not gonna lie, she would be one of those amazing coaches that appear as if they’re strict and stuff but to be honest she’s a great teacher and does end up coaching the kids really well.

Umbridge: Politician. The corrupted kind. The one that’s all fake smiles, false promises, all while hiding a dark soul. So, like Snape, the exact same but a more muggle version.

Slughorn: Tutor. He might not look all that impressive all the time but he is super smart even about muggle subjects, so he runs these summer coaching camps for kids.

Hagrid: Bodyguard. Obviously he would be a great one, but there’s no denying he would be extremely clumsy all the time. I bet he would make really good friends with the rich kids. Like…a Butler/Artemis Fowl relationship.

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ohthewhomanity · 3 years

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Okay so I was listening to @amorespatospodcast talk about “The First Adventure,” and they were talking about how interesting it is that Beakley was the director of SHUSH when it dissolved, and how double-interesting it is that Beakley recommended Bradford to Scrooge when she knew that there was a mole in the agency, and they also mentioned the feather from “The Split Sword of Swanstantine” a few times…

…and this theory popped into my head, and it’s so darn wacky, I don’t really expect this to be true at all, but still… what if…?

Ducktales spoilers below the cut… haha just kidding… unless…?

On the podcast, Anna and Fabi theorized that the feather that Heron nabbed in “Swanstantine” is Scrooge’s feather, and that it could be used to clone Scrooge and create a “rightful heir of McDuck” that would allow FOWL to find the Papyrus. I like the sound of this, especially since we know that super-fast cloning IS possible in Ducktales, what with all the Gyro clones. Bradford has shown that with the help of agents like Gandra Dee, he is able to use/hijack Gyro and Fenton’s technology. FOWL wouldn’t have to wait years and years to grow an heir; they can just do it with the tech they stole. All they needed was a DNA sample: Scrooge’s feather.

But why do they need the feather now? Why didn’t they take one years ago, in all those decades of Bradford running Scrooge’s business? Bradford has clearly been calmly and quietly planning his moves for years. Why wait until Scrooge is onto him to put this plan in motion?

My answer: he didn’t wait. FOWL did take a DNA sample from Scrooge years ago. This is the second time that Bradford has tried to create a “rightful heir of McDuck.” And the first time? He succeeded!

Beakley was working with Bradford in the time of “First Adventure.” Absolutely she was. She’s the best spy in the world and she doesn’t trust anyone, so there’s nothing that Bradford could’ve said to her to make her trust him, unless she knew what he was all about. And Beakley, at some point while she was an agent of SHUSH, figured out what Bradford and FOWL were up to, and was swayed to Bradford’s side.

Beakley is not an agent of chaos. She does not encourage Scrooge to go on reckless adventures. She was happy to be his housekeeper while he was depressed for ten years, and she wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about him seeking out Atlantis in the pilot. If I remember right, she says she has more than enough adventure in her life raising Webby, and while she encourages Scrooge to talk to his grandnephews, since she values family, she doesn’t tell Scrooge to take them on an adventure. In fact, Scrooge makes a point of telling the kids to not tell Beakley that they’re going, as though he knows she wouldn’t approve.

When Beakley joins the adventure gang in “Last Crash of the Sunchaser,” she is appalled to learn that Scrooge regularly puts the kids – particularly Webby – in danger. I can 100% imagine strict, meticulous, rule-abiding Beakley hearing Bradford’s pitch about controlling the world to stop terrible, chaotic things from happening anymore, and thinking, “Huh, sure, I’m on board with order!”

“But what about ‘The Case Files of Agent 22?’” you ask. “Beakley was working with Scrooge against FOWL then!”

Well, it all depends on exactly when Beakley caught onto Bradford and he gave her his pitch. It could be that the flashbacks we see in “Case Files” are before this, and Beakley is completely above-board at this point. It’s also possible that Beakley is already working with Bradford.

Think about how protocol-oriented she is in this episode. She wants to do things by the book. She hates that Scrooge is going off the rails and changing the plan. She learns to like and respect him over the course of the episode, but the way she reacts to Scrooge’s loose-cannon nature reminds me a lot of how Bradford reacts to Heron in “First Adventure.” Scrooge also encourages Beakley to lighten up in a similar way to how Heron encourages Bradford to embrace his inner villain. Order versus chaos. Control versus adventure.

Maybe Heron had gone off the rails and started acting super extra villain-ish, creating a secret island laboratory and trying to use the Gummi Berries herself instead of just collecting/destroying them like Bradford would have wanted, and so Bradford asked Beakley to reign her in, and she did so in a way that aligned with SHUSH’s agenda, too. After all, she’s a spy; she could easily have ulterior motives for her actions. Along the way, she befriends Scrooge. And if Scrooge trusts and likes Beakley, this helps FOWL. It means that when Bradford finally decides to take a more active role in taking over the world, Beakley can tell Scrooge to let Bradford control his business.

So. We’ve got Bradford trying to take over the world, and we’ve got Beakley – the director of SHUSH – secretly working with him. And now Bradford has access to Scrooge’s finances and technologies. And, Bradford still wants the Papyrus. Maybe he’s going to just keep it. Maybe he just wants to make sure that the McDuck family doesn’t get it. Maybe he’s going to use it to get what he wants – total control of a completely orderly, boring world. The important thing is, to find the Papyrus, Bradford needs a McDuck heir.

Hence the cloning. Bradford gets close enough to Scrooge to get a feather, or some more significant DNA sample. But that’s not all he needs. Anna and Fabi pointed out that a clone wouldn’t necessarily be an “heir.” It would just be a copy. Bradford would need someone else’s DNA to combine with it.

Now, whose DNA would Bradford use? Who would he want to take a sample from? Who does Bradford have on hand who knows what he’s planning and isn’t a total villainous loose cannon?

Answer: Beakley.

It takes a long time. They don’t have Gyro to mooch off of; he’s in Japan, and even when Scrooge does hire him, he hasn’t developed his own cloning technology yet. So when they do finally create the clone, it’s a baby. They’re going to have to wait for it to grow up and be able to find the Papyrus for them.

Meanwhile, Scrooge doesn’t notice any of this, because he’s having a grand old time roaming the world with Donald and Della, creating plenty of chaos for Bradford to hate.

And then – the Spear of Selene. Della vanishes. Donald takes the eggs and leaves. Scrooge is grief-struck.

And so, I think, is Beakley.

I think Beakley has grown attached to the clone-baby, much more than she expected to, and much more than Bradford or anyone else in FOWL has. And I think Beakley, seeing her friend so affected by the loss of his family, suddenly started thinking about how terrible she would feel if something were to happen to this baby. And with Bradford in control, with Bradford who clearly doesn’t understand the power or importance of family using this baby as a tool in his plans, something terrible is bound to happen to this baby.

So she, like Donald, took the baby and ran.

Maybe she struck a deal with Bradford. Maybe she said, “Look, Scrooge isn’t going on any adventures anymore. You don’t have to worry about him creating chaos. Just keep on controlling the world using the money of the richest duck in the world, and you’ll have what you want. As the director of SHUSH, I’ll tell everyone that FOWL was defeated, and dissolve SHUSH so no one will look into your work anymore. I’ll even go keep an eye on Scrooge, and I’ll let you know if he does start adventuring again. Just let me keep the baby.”

And Bradford said yes.

And Beakley told the baby that she was her grandmother.

And Beakley spent the next decade telling her granddaughter not to bother Scrooge. Remember that that is the reason Webby gives in “Case Files” when Scrooge asks why they haven’t gone on adventures together before – Beakley told her not to bother Scrooge. Beakley didn’t want Scrooge adventuring, and she didn’t want Webby in danger.

Fast forward to “Moonvasion.” Bradford has been content this long to quietly control the world, since Scrooge hasn’t been running around causing chaos. But now, the McDuck family has caused an alien invasion of Earth. And like Bradford says, you can’t control the world if the world is destroyed.

So he goes back to his original plan. Collect the magical artifacts that the McDucks and related villains might use to cause chaos. And, importantly, find the Papyrus, the most dangerous of them all.

But, again, he needs the rightful heir of McDuck. There’s a couple potential heirs running around to choose from, but again, there’s only one person who Scrooge McDuck trusts that Bradford has reason to think he could control.

So Bradford contacts Beakley and tells her to bring Webby to him. And we know – Frank Angones has confirmed this – that Beakley would do anything to protect Webby. To protect her physically, and also, as we learned in “Lost Harp of Mervana,” to protect Webby’s perception of Beakley as a good person. The last thing Beakley wants to do now is expose Webby to FOWL and let her discover the truth.

Beakley would do anything to protect Webby. So she agrees to help Bradford create a new clone. She’s a true double agent, actively and sincerely working with both sides. In “Escape from the Impossibin,” she is both serving as a part of the distraction to keep the family from noticing the theft of the missing mysteries until it’s too late (which puts Scrooge in a hurry, sending him out into the field in “Swanstantine,” giving Heron the chance to grab the feather), and she’s also trying to prepare Webby for the very real possibility of having to fight her own family, Beakley included.

Only the best spy in the world – which Beakley is! – could pull something like this off. The thought of losing Webby (both physically and emotionally – if Webby finds out that Beakley betrayed Scrooge, Beakley could lose Webby forever) scares and upsets Beakley enough for her to betray everyone else she cares about, and even sell out the entire world to Bradford.

TL;DR, Beakley is the mole, she initially joined FOWL because she likes order but now is working with them to protect Webby, Webby is a potential rightful heir of Scrooge McDuck, and FOWL is cloning a new heir.

…and now, after rereading this whole thing for typos, I actually kind of buy my own cracky theory. Wow.

And now I’m imagining a future callback to “Last Crash,” when Scrooge told Webby that she wasn’t family, with Beakley standing right there to hear it, which he still to this day has not apologized for. What if Beakley, desperate not to lose her granddaughter, used that painful memory to try to convince Webby that betraying Scrooge to protect her was the right thing to do?

#ducktales #webby vanderquack #scrooge mcduck #ducktales 2017 #dt 2017 #ducktales theory #bentina beakley #bradford buzzard #ducktales spoilers #ducktales season 3 #the split sword of swanstantine #the first adventure #the last crash of the sunchaser #from the confidential case files of agent 22 #moonvasion #fowl #shush #amores patos podcast #i mean if nothing else I'll make this the backstory of AYHAPII if I don't like what canon does

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cyndalyssa · 3 years

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DWD OC Month: Day 6

Greatest Fears

I think I’ll post this one a little early.

Good news, Ron and Engracia are back for this one! Goldenrod and Strings/Shadow will sit this one out. Anyhoozles...

Rosella

A bit of a double whammy nightmare for Rosie, where she’s not only drowning (thanks to her weakness to water and a certain sister that bullied her, she has a fear of water), but no one is bothering to help her no matter how much she reaches out (a fear that she’s not worthy of being loved).

Ron

I bet there are plenty of folks who fear the day they mess up at their jobs and disaster occurs. Especially since Ron’s in structural engineering, a screw-up of his could easily kill people, and that’s not something he wants on his shoulders.

Sometimes he has nightmares where he turns out to have the same powers as big brother Megavolt, and he either can’t control them or goes insane, ending up killing people in the process. This is a bit of an irrational fear, seeing as he did help set up that static electricity experiment and once he remembers it, he can put two and two together. But, then again, he’s got a lot of worries about the whole “Megavolt is my brother” thing, he’s just not usually a gloomy Gus about it.

On another note, he does have one obvious fear that a father has--something bad happening to any of his kids. If one of them disappeared, he’d freak. It was bad enough when his brother disappeared, imagine how distraught he’d be if he lost one of his kids.

Engracia

She’s not quite over the incident where a FOWL agent nearly took down SHUSH from the inside and took advantage of her when she was naïve. Take a wild guess on who that agent was.

#DarkwingOCmonth #darkwing duck #dwd ocs #rosella macawber #ronald sputterspark #agent engracia armando #steelbeak

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scream-into-the-voiddd · 4 years

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Or Lost?

Hi there.

since i have competently lost the plot in quarantine, I have returned to you all with some small moments that may mean nothing but have been adding up to something,....

we have this clip here....

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and many people have pointed out Della’s reactions (and rightfully so)

but Frank and the crew are big fans of the misdirect.

(e.g. the buzzards being FOWL from day one, Magica actually being in the dime, the fibbing fibbing fibbing bit etc.. )

Ducktales like to hide important info in plain view but doesn't make that info a focus. like here in the ep. the great dime chase...This is the opening shot of the room with Della’s stuff in it, in the Mcduck library.

Looking back it is super heavy handed.

the sear of Seline is stabbing the moon, and Della crashed on the moon, or at the very least the sear is being trusted into space.

so this is painfully obvious now, but at the time of airing this imagery meant nothing (to those who did not know about Della’s comic history)

here

[1:19]

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the info was always there it was just not the main focus/ point of the scene so the whole thing flow over most peoples heads (its just good visual story telling as well)

the misdirect was in focusing on the letter/ note (and the painting of Della kind of) and Dewey’s reaction to it. As it makes you look at only certain peace of the puzzle and not all the peaces.

Its just all around great writing.

anyway....that’s just an example of what i am talking about.

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What i’m getting at is the beauty of this kind of writing is that you don’t know what your looking for until its almost (or is) to late.

now back to my og point...

Donald makes a list of

“no one getting hurt, captured or lost.”

list like this (in writing) are meant to make you focus on something you already care about, in this case, Donald’s care for the boys and their safety and Della being gone for 10 yrs. This make you (and me) mentally skim over,

Captured

and who reacts to that word

Scrooge....

so my guess that Donald is referring to one or both of Scrooges sisters,

as the whole point is about the family and their relationships/pains that have come from adventuring.

so that strongly suggests Hortense (Donald and Della’s mother) as she is actually imaged in the show/ has a character design.

and Frank has confirmed that Della and Donald were at Scrooges on and off in their childhood. so its possible that she and her husband just didn’t come back from and adventure on day.

so its possible that Quackmore and Hortense were captured, and Scrooge is either responsible in someway or feels responsible for not ‘stopping’ his sister from going.

oh but who, would be able to capture them you might ask?

who else...

the OG FOWL of course...

as there must have been a reason for their downfall and a Duck and Mcduck, take down seems likely.

however this can also apply to Von Drake (and maybe Matilda, Scrooge’s other sister)

as we know family is beyond blood in this series so its possible that scrooge might be thinking about Von Drake...

perhaps he was captured by FOWL and Scrooge failed to save him, along with Matilda.

[Edit: it also occurred to me that, the ones captured could be Webby’s parents, and by the og FOWL as well as the plot this season does seem to have at least some focus on Webby and Beakley (she is fibbing, fibbing, fibbing after all) and scrooge’s history. so thought i would throw that out her too]

All i can confirm is that someone close to the family was taken, but why and for what reason, remains to be seen.

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and for good measure i’m gonna throw this in the mix...

Isabella Finch

guess what kind of bird she is, a finch hen

which is a type of .....FOWL *air horn noise’s*

am i reaching, absolutely.

will i continue this thought train, damn right i will...

Legacy is the theme this season, as it is literally the first word spoken in season 3. Specifically woodchuck legacy, with the family (Della and Huey) and the over all history (Finch and her map).

but there is another point i would like to bring up here to

[30 sec’s in]

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not only did FOWL know about the journal, but it is implied they knew what was in it (lost mystery’s)

and they are “racing” the family to something which means they must be aware on some level the contents of the journal.

but HOW?

Finch might have been a part of the og FOWL (or shush) and she knew she had to hide her journal from either FOWL or Shush for whatever reason.

all i’m saying is that she has some kind of tie to FOWL, good or bad.

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now I must once again, piggy back on @night-rise7474 post here

they speculate that, earth quakes cause by the Terrafirmans make the ground unstable.

[Edit: i have been corrected.

“Well actually what I said was that FOWL is going to use an army of Terrafirmans to CREATE earthquakes. They haven’t caused any unstable tunnels as of YET. But, believe me when I say... it’s going to happen. BELIEVE IT lol” my bad.]

remember what i said about some imagery being obvious in hindsight, and how misdirection is used by looking at one pace and not the whole picture...

so i put to you all.....

that its not just an earth quake but, a certain mountain being unearthed

like so....

(also you can’t tell me that JWC symbol doesn't look like a big ass coin) and the arrow (in the J) is now pointing down.

and will you look at that there is even a ‘hole’ leading up the mountain,hmmmmm...

[Didn’t think i was going to bring back that imagery point did you, classic misdirect inside an explanation of said misdirect. (I lulled you into a false sense of security) that is how effective this writing device can be, and i’m just a random on the internet. imagine what frank and crew can do. ]

also the dialogue here is literally.

[Webby] “it was under our nose this whole time.” so take that as you will.

also also

this call back to my other post about looming legacies

about how treasure is UNDER THE CASTLE (manor) OF A MCDUCK!!!!

[Scrooge’s mother] “so be built, a mysterious series of tunnels under the castle to keep the family fortune, some say he summoned a demon dog to stalk the comatose.”

so they are lifting up that mountain, and digging around underneath....

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #ducktales theroies #dt17 #FOWL #ducktales season 3 #its getting close #and i have lost my mind #donald duck #della duck #scrooge mcduck #webby vanderquack #huey duck #dewey duck #4 weeks y'all #text

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shiedagabe · 3 years

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The Dream

Today was the day. Today was the day Heath had finally invited you to go to the local carnival, and it appears it was just in time, for today was the spooky month. You could see all types of decorations sprinkled and scattered around town: haunting ghosts hanging from street lamps, jack-o’-lanterns laying on the heavily decorated porches, ready to give unsuspecting kids a good scare, houses decorated like abandoned mansions, each one of them filled with enthusiastic and joyous actors; it couldn’t get any more perfect than this. You latched onto his tall arm, resting your head on it. He was surprised, even startled at first, but he looked at you with his brown eyes, ones which perfectly encapsulated the universe in its entirety. In them you could see everything, from the reflection of the nearby neighborhood and its decaying trees, which leaves fell smoothly because of the calming breeze. Each one of those leaves was unique in their own way; their color brought calm respite to those who admired them; to the immense forest that seamed ever-growing, for each time you looked at him you could see another tree in his immense greenwood, another dream in an innocent soul. He smirked at you, reassuring you that everything was okay, and even though you weren’t in any danger or expecting to be, that smile brought your heart to a calm rest. You decided to pick this neighborhood not only because Heath knew a lot of people that lived here, but also because you wanted to admire these small little trinkets that the town left around, they filled your heart with glee. You knocked on some doors, with your inner child mind jumping around happily, trick or treating the unsuspecting town folk, all in good spirit. They were surprised to see you together, they had no idea you had started dating, but they were more than happy to know that. Most of them invited you two to have dinner at their house since they hadn’t seen you in such a long time because “You had something more important to do”, his words, not yours.

You had finally arrived at the carnival and your bags were already filled to the brim with sweets and treats. You had so many rides to try out, so many haunted mansions to visit, you honestly thought you were only going to leave at the break of dawn, and you relished that idea immensely. You decided to start at the skeet shooting gallery, one that fascinated you because you never had any experiences with firearms, but always had a strong feeling towards. “Are you ready?” the carnival man asked, looking at you with a terrifying smile. He had makeup on, like, too much makeup, but it sure did set the mood for this wonderful night. He looked like the Devil incarnate, but you could see that his eyeliner was already fading; maybe he did this sort of thing as a way to get money and regretted his decision immensely, but you were too afraid to ask. You grabbed the shotgun and as soon as the plates started flying, the recoil hit your face. Heath laughed for a bit, but he noticed that you had a huge red spot on your face, so he caressed it slowly and told you how to hold it properly: “Look, you have to hold up the stock up to your cheek and you have to wedge its butt in your shoulder pocket, like this.” – He said, as he grabbed your hands and placed them properly, you could feel the difference in temperature, fluctuating in a battle against something you had ever known. His palms were hot and warm; they reassured you that what you were doing was right. His fingers, however, were rigid and freezing, cursed by Demeter to be forever cold, yet, somehow, you found comfort in them, and they enveloped your hands and put them where they should be. After trying for a couple of times, you finally managed to shoot down a plate or two. You were happy, really happy, and so was he, he gave you a big hug and whispered something into your ear – “Now watch and learn”. He paid the carnival man to give him another shot and he managed to shoot every single plate down, well, except for one. He blamed that the wind had gotten into his eye, but the man didn’t care because he had finally seen a happy couple, so he let this one slide and asked him to pick a prize. He turned his head to face yours, with a look that said “It’s all yours, pick what you want”. You excitedly asked for the giant fluffy mind flayer plushy, its dark robes and tentacle-like nature fascinated you, for you have never seen one before, and you found it really cute, although mysterious. You decided to try a couple more rides before the big finale, such as the whack-a-mole and the bumper car ride. Now that you think about it, the latter was the most fun attraction you had had in a while. You had to sit in different cars because the operator wouldn't let you ride them together, but you had a blast while doing so. Every time you crashed into each other you looked at each other in the eyes and laughed it off, but whenever someone crashed into you, you two would tag team that person and effectively turn them into a metal sandwich. You were making jokes and were constantly laughing, the night couldn’t have ended in a better way, but both of you wanted to try the miniature London Eye out. It was a perfect replica or the British attraction, but it was sized down as to give everyone a chance to ride it. He once again bought the tickets, and it just now hit you that he had been paying for everything the entire time. You pulled and tugged his shirt, but he already knew what you were nagging him about. He merely placed his finger over your lips and, with a quiet shush, reassured you that it was okay. You never had much money to begin with, but you felt bad letting him pay for every single ride at the carnival, but with that small little gesture you felt at ease and comfortable around him.

As you sat on the ride, you were jumping on the seat, excited to finally see the beautiful landscape that lied beyond the light-infected streets. As you reached the top you could see everything you had ever imagined. The city, which lit up amazingly with its yellow sheen, reminding you that every single one of those lights had a purpose, a meaning; they represented each individual that lived there; the forest, immense in its nature, dark and gloomy, hiding secrets that will forever be unknown to humanity. As you saw the ever-distant trees you turned to look at your significant other and he, too, was appreciating the beauty of this gargantuan view. “Isn’t this amazing?” – He asked, without turning his head to face you. “It really is.” – You replied, placing your hand on his firm leg. He looked at you, his eyes were darkened because of the poorly lit atmosphere the ride had, and his gaze reminded you of the timberland below. You held his hand to pull him in for a kiss, but you noticed that it started flaking off rapidly, revealing something which you couldn’t even imagine. His flesh was made of void of indiscernible quality, pure and fresh. You freaked out and screamed, because you had never seen such a thing before. “Are you alright?!” – You screamed, turning to look at his face to see what reaction he would have, but it was no longer there. What lied was an amalgamation of faces and countenances, all screaming in agony, trying to leave this immortal bastion. All of them were unrecognizable, they meshed together, malformed and contorted, and uttered of unspeakable horrors they had suffered, simultaneously. You threw yourself into the corner, trying to get away from this…, wicked and fowl beast, but it grew larger and larger. He, or better, it started scratching what was left of his skin, revealing something unnatural, eldritch, even. It had an uncountable amount of tentacles and eyes, faces and screams, all of them made of pure and unadulterated void, black and unalloyed as the night, and all of them had their eye on you. You closed your eyes and covered your face with your hands, waiting for this nightmare to end, but you suddenly felt a limp appendage touch your shoulder. You peeped through your hands, only to see his face in the millions of others that had joined his and, in an uncoordinated choir, it only managed to say this: “I love you, it wasn’t your fault”.

You jumped out of your bed, startled and afraid, grabbing your plushy as soon as you saw it. You held it near and dear to your heart, squeezing it as hard as you could because you were glad this nightmare was finally over. After being consoled by your tiny little companion, you turned your head to the left to look at the weather, it was raining, heavily, and you weren’t able to admire the urban beauty for a single moment. You turned your head down and realized that the queen sized bed was missing something, or rather, someone. You grabbed the pillowcase that lied on the fresh sheets, unwashed, and smelled it once more. You tell yourself you can still smell his essence, but there is nothing there, not anymore, only a cushion filled to the brim with sorrow and dried tears. You would have readied up to go to work, but you had been fired for mourning for too long, but you decided to get up anyway, dressing anything that would bring back his memories. The drive to the local graveyard was a small one, but one that emotionally took so long. It reminded you of every good memory you had, every kiss you shared, every glance you partook in. Sigh, it’s just a shame to see it all go. You opened the graveyard door, rusty and creaky; and greeted the security guard, but he already knew your name, after all, you were a local. You slowly walked in the mud which consumed your feet, little by little, and sat next to his tombstone, telling him about your day and how you had this weird dream, which he starred in, but the story was all the same. I guess some things never change. I guess some people never let go.

#heath ledger #heath ledger x reader #heath ledger imagine #fanfic #fanfiction #eldritch #horror #psychological horror #halloween #halloween fanfiction

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psychosistr · 3 years

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curious, in your normal verse and negaverse fowl...who are the high command. is it the reboot or the old darkwing duck versions. what are they like in the negaverse version

Hey, sorry I didn’t get to this the other night (was exhausted and crashed after work xP) It took me a bit to figure out the wording for this one, but the members of High Command in my continuities just sort of depend on what universe I’m writing for:

If it’s a DWD91 version, then it’s the shadowy figures we never got to learn much about who controlled everything from a distance. My negaverse version for this universe still does the same thing, but it’s more to protect their agents from being interrogated about their bosses’ identities- if no one knows who they are, not even the chief officer, then it gives the enemy one less thing to try getting out of them if they’re captured. Though, in both regular and negaverse, I do like to imagine Steelbeak eventually “retiring” from the chief officer role and joining High Command to help and manage things from a distance while passing the chief officer position to his son (either my OC fankid Valentino for the regular universe or @eclipsewarrior101 ‘s OC Sid for the negaverse).

If it’s a DT17 universe, then I’m going with Bradford and the buzzards as High Command since that’s the canon. I did briefly touch on my ideas for a negaverse Bradford in this post, but the long and short of it is that his ultimate goal is to grant people the freedom to live their lives happily without having their lives secretly manipulated by unseen evil influences like SHUSH or corrupt politicians/CEO’s- he’s a good guy, but worries that his less-than-legal/moral actions make him more of a villain than a hero and needs a lot of reassurance and reminders that he’s doing the right thing in the long run.

#darkwing duck #dwd #steelbeak #fowl #high command #bradford buzzard #negaverse #dt17 #anon asks

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harebrainedscheme · 3 years

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Soft Edges, Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Fethry in FOWL AU courtesy of Zara 2148

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“That-” Hammerhead exclaimed while delivering a solid, jovial, slap across Steelbeak’s back, “was beautiful!”

Above, starlight gleamed through the smog-filled night sky, providing little light as Steelbeak and Hammerhead made their way through the dark, lampless, city streets. The air was cool and crisp against Steelbeak’s face, keeping his senses sharp, that or the adrenaline high he was still coming down from.

In the distance, the horn of a freight train blared. A dog barked behind a chain link fence. Police sirens-or maybe it was an ambulance- whined before disappearing into the night.

Good ol’ St. Canard. It was just as he remembered.

He hadn’t ventured to this part of the city since he started working under F.O.W.L.’s dollar. Part of their sales pitch was that they’d send him all over the world. That part had been true enough. Though, he guessed it was some kind of poetic justice that he’d end up back in the same seedy streets he had grown up on, back when he was just another street urchin. Only this time, he was walking over them in italian leather oxfords rather than a pair of dirty torn sneakers he snagged off a telephone wire.

The goat to his right, strutting an equally impressive pair of shoes, continued to slap Steelbeak’s back as they walked. Juxtaposed to the merry mood of his companion, Steelbeak felt himself grimace at the touch. He’d much rather trade fists than business cards with this goon but his mission, as Director Buzzard had clearly laid out, was to play nice.

Yesterday had been the weekly briefing meeting. All of F.O.W.L.’s agents, gathered around a long conference table as Director Buzzard droned on about mission status updates, assignments, and whichever phase of his million-step program to steal the world from under McDuck’s bill they were entering. Director Buzzard, Steelbeak had realized, was quite fond of slideshow presentations and the dull droning voice paired with the irregular clicking of the slideshow’s remote faded into white noise. Steelbeak could usually listen with half a mind while his mind wandered to other things.

If Heron’s bionic arm had a toothbrush function, did that mean it came with toothpaste too? Not much use having an emergency toothbrush on hand if you didn’t have the toothpaste to go with it. But did that mean she made her own toothpaste inside the arm? Or did Heron have to restock the supply with toothpaste cartridges?

He was trying to imagine Heron pulling off her arm and unscrewing a panel to fill a trapdoor with toothpaste when the buzzard barked his name, pulling his attention back to the speaker and the screen behind him.

“Steelbeak, you have a new assignment.” The image on the projector screen flicked to a mean looking goat.

“This is Hammerhead Hannigan, henchman to the notorious Taurus Bulba.”

“The crime boss?”

Bradford’s glare fell on Steelbeak at the interruption, but he answered all the same.

“Yes. As a former St. Canard resident, and… participant in some of the underground circuits, I assumed you would have some familiarity with the organized crime world of St. Canard.”

“So what’s the job, you want me to take out horns over there?”

“Just the opposite. Taurus Bulba single handedly constructed an entire crime empire within the underbelly of St. Canard while upholding the public image as the head of a prestigious lab. He maintains certain...resources we may benefit access from. But the man himself is cautious and selective in who he conducts his business dealings with. He rarely meets face to face with potential new partners, sending his underlings in his place. You are to meet with Hammerhead and describe the benefits and services F.O.W.L can offer Bulba. This will be the first of a long line of negotiations that, hopefully, will lead to a mutually beneficial partnership.

“Your job is to meet with his henchman, negotiate over cigars and a game of pool or whatever you St. Canadians enjoy, and establish a good-faith relationship. “

Bradford Buzzard paused to turn up the degrees on his already scathing glare. “That should be simple enough that even you can manage. If you don’t mess up this most basic task then maybe we’ll consider giving you greater responsibilities in future missions. Is that understood?”

Yeah, I can do that,” Steelbeak answered crossing his arms over his chest. Something still wasn’t sitting right.

“But why give this assignment over to me? And why send me in solo instead of partnered with Black Heron? You haven’t trusted me with anything more than babysitting duty since the lighthouse fiasco.”

“I’m staying off of this mission,” Heron answered for Bradford from her seat across from the conference table. “Taurus Bulba and I had a run in back in the 90’s. For the best interest of the mission, it’s best if my involvement is minute.”

“What did you do, offend him with your disco-era get up? Or had you still not realized the poodle skirt had gone out of style? Steelbeak expected Heron to lash out at that last remark, but it would have been worth it to get a jab in at her.

Fury crossed over Black Heron’s features, she opened her beak to respond but instead Bradford cut her off.

“Taurus Bulba is aware of Black Heron’s experimentation in human cybernetic enhancements. He is, shall we say, less than enthusiastic on the subject.”

“Why a murderous crime lord would pretend to have a moral compass when it comes to using man as experimental test subjects is beyond me.” Black Heron remarked, seemingly iffed that the biggest name in organized crime would find her work immoral.

Steelbeak wasn’t entirely sure what that meant or why Heron would be bothered, but he decided to tuck that information away for later. Maybe he could bring it up later in a taunt the next time she insulted him.

“Enough Black Heron! ” Bradford snapped, “Steelbeak,” he said, redirecting his glare towards him, “this is the most important partnership we’ve ever attempted. Do. Not. Mess. This. Up.” He spoke the last few words slowly as if taking extra care to make sure Steelbeak understood each and every one. Stelebeak felt heat rise under his collar.

“Do you understand?”

“In-dude-hillbilly.”

Bradford blinked.

“He means indubitably,” Heron muttered from across the table, fingers rubbing a circular motion over her eyelids.

Hammerhead continued to shower praises on Steelbeak as the two stole away from the bridge, back to the clubhouse where their night had begun.

“Brutal! Just brutal! The way you decked that guy-” Hammerhead mimed a punching motion as he spoke - “Pow! Right in the kisser!”

The night had started out tame enough. Steelbeak and Hammerhead met up at the designated clubhouse, far on the outskirts of the City near the docks, where underhand businesses dealings and shifty characters thrived.

They eyed each other up and down with equal wariness and suspicion, weighing their chances if the negotiations went south. Steelbeak was pretty sure he could take this guy in a fight, even with the horns. But there were plenty of places a weapon could be hiding in Hammerhead’s oversized suit jacket.

But each of them had been sent by their bosses to play nice and they both knew it. So glass of scotch in one hand, pool cue in the other, they began their conversation on their respective organizations, slipping in their intimidation games by swapping stories of jobs they’d done. A little torture here, a little assassination of local politicans there, extortion of a wealthy CEOs on the weekends. They found ways to get their point across.

Hammerhead had bragged about the kidnapping and mild battery of the child of an olympic coach, to guarantee a set match.

He had to feign a tight-beaked smile at that one. Steelbeak didn’t hit kids. He would kidnap them, steal from them, shove them out of his way, toss them across a room, participate in a series of fiendish events that may or may not directly or indirectly lead to their deaths, but he would not lay a closed fist on a kid.

Steelbeak had been recounting the broken fingers he had given a politician that had the indecency not to be crooked when he first noticed the eavesdropper. He may not be sciency smart like Black Heron but he could tell when a seemingly unassuming patron sitting at a lone table was invested in an outside conversation.

“I think I saw some teeth come out with that one!” Hammerhead chortled. Now, he was nothing but praises and smiles, slapping his back as they strolled the city streets, like they were best chums.

The man in a trench coat (cliche much) had asked for an entire bowl of peanuts yet never touched the snack. When Steelbeak or Hammerhead moved to the far side of the pool table while talking, the man’s neck, turned ever so slightly to follow their conversation. When Steelbeak suggested they move back to the bar to refill their drinks, the man chose that as the time to walk up to the bar counter to refill his untouched bowl of nuts.

Steelbeak may not have finished elementary school but his years of running in a juvenile street gang with kids who would mug an old lady with you in the morning, then steal the shoes off your feet while you slept- followed by a career of looking over his shoulder while in underground fighting ring, never knowing when you’d get suckerpunched outside of a fight- plus the time he spent in prison, half expecting a shiv in the abdomen whenever he turned a corner- had heightened his sensitivity to these kinds of things.

Call it paranoia but it had kept him alive.

“And the way you dangled him over the edge of the bridge till he squealed-”

After starting a fist fight that pushed both Steelbeak and the strange man out of the bar, he edged him towards the water, until delivering the final blow that brought the man to his knees. From there, Steelbeak held the man over the edge of the bridge, what would be a 200-foot drop- until he confessed he was an agent of SHUSH assigned to tail them.

“-Classic villainy! It was like watching an artist at work!”

Before he could get out any more of the guy, some purple weirdo showed up in a puff a smoke.The Terrible Flop Knight- or whatever he called himself- Steelbeak hadn’t really given the masked man a chance to finish his monologue. St. Canard was known for its eccentric villainy and when some purple weirdo in a cape and a mask cuts into your interrogation, you don’t assume he’s there for comic con.

“And the way you dropped the poor sap! You, my friend, are ruthless!”

Steelbeak hadn’t known if the Terrible Flop Knight would make the dive to save the SHUSH agent’s life. He was interfering with his interrogation so he was either on the SHUSH agent’s side, or another eccentric villain there to show Steelbeak up. It was a 50/50 shot but the masked weirdo dove for the agent as soon as he began to fall and Steelbeak and Hammerhead used the distraction to get away.

“Listen, guy, I like your style, and my boss, I know he’d like you too. You’ve got the goods kid! You’ve got that stone-cold, old-fashioned kind of villainy. An original! A real original kid!! Imma tell my boss what happened here tonight. I think you and uh, FOWL was it? We’ll be getting in touch again.”

The goat laughed out loud and shook Steelbeak by the shoulder as they walked, like they were lifelong drinking buddies.

Steelbeak really didn’t like this guy. He carried himself with the confidence of a goon who had gotten to where he was today by brutalizing everyone in his path, but would cower with his tail between his legs the second the boss was unhappy. He was more lapdog than henchman, a rabid, killer lapdog, that never once made a decision for himself.

“I think you could be a valuable friend,” he said the words through a smile like an oil slick on the bay, slippery and gleaming with something sinister. He knew that smile. It was the same smile Black Heron had given him when she found him in his tiny dank prison cell.

“Well, well, well” she said, eyes glinting in the dimly lit room, smile tugging across her sharp, potentially lethal beak, “what do we have here?”

He slapped Steelbeak on the back again before they parted ways, “Ruthless! Absolutely ruthless,” Hammerhead laughed to himself as he went.

Steelbeak was left alone in the darkness of the City with only the moon reflecting off the bay and far off city lights to guide him through the cracked and darkened streets. It was quieter now, he could hear the silver waves lapping against the docks.

He had done it. He had done the job and he had done it well, just like he always knew he would. He met with Bulba’s henchmen, impressed the goon, established the beginning of a “good faith relationship” or whatever the Buzzard had called it. Bulba’s guy had called him an original. He was finally, finally getting the recognition he deserved. If Director Buzzard was to be believed, this meant bigger responsibilities. No more chump work. No more being locked up on base as a glorified babysitter.

So why did he feel so hollow?

He should be basking in the appraisal, accepting each and every compliment, and singing his own praises wherever Hammerhead had left them out.

But instead, he walked the empty city streets, grim faced. He tried to imagine what would come next. Tomorrow morning he’d give Director Buzzards a briefing of what had happened tonight, tell him of his success, and the alliance. Even the sour faced buzzard who seemed to have a frown permanently pressed into his face should be pleased to hear that shouldn’t he? He’d be forced to recognize Steelbeak’s ability, offer him new, bigger, better responsibilities in their plot to steal the world. No more babysitting assets.

But even as he tried to fantasize what that might look like, he found his thoughts kept slipping back to the smile of a particular duck.

His cheeks burned at the thought. He shook his head, as if he could physically banish the thought with the motion. It was dumb. Super dumb. Who cares about the smile of the McDuck nephew? Certainly not him.

But even as he told himself this, the image materialized in his mind, Fethry’s smile, soft and warm like the sun rising over the icy bay.

The worst part was that he knew Fethery would be happy for him. He could picture Fethry’s reaction as clear as day. Knew how his eyes would light up, how he would beam at him. “A promotion? That’s great Steelbeak!”

But what would happen after, when he asked what he had done to earn the promotion? What kind of look of horror would cross over his face when Steelbeak told him he had thrown a man off a bridge after beating him to a bloody pulp? What would happen after he confessed, oh by the way Fethry, that the super top secret organization that had hired you as marine biologist? It's actually the Fiendish Organization for World Larceny that’s been plotting against your uncle and only hired you to hold you as a hostage. But still, I think I’m getting promoted, pretty great right?

Steelbeak shook his head again. He only then noticed the splatters of blood dotted across his knuckles. He scowled. Probably not his. He had done pretty well in the fight with the SHUSH agent. He rubbed a thumb over a knuckle but the blood had already dried into his feathers and didn’t so much as smudge.

He grumbled to himself and shoved his hands into his pockets and tried not to think of Fethry or his smile for the rest of the walk home.

#fethsteel #bangs pots and pans together #CRACK SHIPPERS!!!! COME AND GET YER FOOD #jesus christ im late to the party #BUT I DID IT!!!#I SAID I WOULD SHARE A FIC AND I DID!#i have to bite down really hard to keep myself from apologizing profusely for all the parts of this fic that i know aren't great #but im doing it!!!#tw implied child abuse #tw violence

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drummergirl231-2 · 4 years

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Ever get the feeling Donald and Huey are gonna get tension at some point this season? I say this cause in each season there's a main focused kid and adult. Season 1 was Dewey and Scrooge and 2 was Louie and Della so with Huey set for season 3, Donald would logically be next for adult in focus. Or they may have Beakley as the main focused adult due to the implication that we may get more on her backstory with FOWL vs SHUSH and with the ending of the Mervana episode.

I’ve also thought the next logical thing would be to focus a bit on the relationship between Huey and Donald. I’m not 100% sure what their arc could be, now that Donald’s going to be dating Daisy. I can’t imagine Huey being upset about that. Frank said about Donald learning to balance romance and family that his kids aren’t the ones he needs to worry about. Still, I’m hoping for some interesting Donald and Huey moments this season.

I do think there will be some tension with Mrs. Beakley, but it’ll be with Webby, not Huey. “Moonvasion!” hinted that, while Dewey and Louie both got their own seasons, Webby’s big important arc would also be in Season 3 with Huey’s.

(Della might as well have said, “Look! Kids! You have your own seasons!” lol)

#ducktales 2017 #ducktales season 3 #ducktales speculation #ducktales huey #ducktales donald #ducktales webby #ducktales mrs. beakley

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 3 years

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Character Bio: Kristoph Höllenfeuer

Born Kristoph Bohn in 1906, Kristoph’s childhood was fairly normal, though he had a marked disinterest in fairy tales or fiction, instead preferring science. However, his younger brother Fritz absolutely loved stories and myths, which frustrated Kristoph to no end. Fritz would often claim he had been playing with fairies in the woods or that he had seen strange things at night, but Kristoph along with their parents would write this off as his overactive imagination.

Then one day in 1920, Fritz ran outside to play and seemingly vanished. Kristoph ran out into the woods after him, and what he saw horrified him to his very core. A spindly, faceless man with multiple arms and stringy black hair was dragging his struggling brother away. The creature turned to him, and with one of its six arms held up a finger to its face and shushed him, which caused Kristoph to pass out from sheer fear. Kristoph was found lying outside the woods hours later, pale and terrified. Fritz was never seen again.

From that moment on, Kristoph became obsessed with the supernatural. He pored over myths, legends, and folklore, desperately trying to find a way to bring his brother back. Unfortunately, his rabid pursuit led to horrifyingly extreme methods; he joined up with the Nazis and was made the head of Hitler’s supernatural research division, Enigma. It was here that his burning, angry pursuit led him to rechristen himself as Kristoph Höllenfeuer; his underlings would even joke they would rather be burned by hellfire than suffer Kristoph’s anger.

After years of searching and working on various failed superweapons (they failed because Nazis were fucking idiots), he caught on to the trail of a supernatural being who would been cutting a swath through the forces of Germany. His continued probing eventually attracted the exact sort of attention he did not want: Eve. The entire division of Enigma ended up massacred at the hands of Amon, Eve, and Marianna. Luckily, Kristoph flung himself for Eve and begged for mercy, and much to Amon and Marianna’s disgust, she granted it, turning him into a vampire.

Kristoph spent very little time with the coven after that, instead retreating off to a secret Enigma base in South America, so that he could continue his research. Distancing himself from his Nazism (at least in ideology; he still happily wears the uniform), he now believes in the supremacy of vampires above all other beings, something imparted on him by Eve’s most beloved son, Jack Fairchild.

Kristoph’s power allows him to generate bright red spheres of exploding energy that act as tracking bombs.

He draws inspiration from Nazi villains in Marvel comics such as Red Skull (particularly the movie version) as well as, of all characters, Artemis Fowl. His power is somewhat inspired by Kira’s Sheer Heart Attack from Diamond is Unbreakable, though it’s a much looser inspiration; if anything, they’re much more inspired by ball lightning. They’re red as an allusion to the song “99 Luftballons.” He is based on a Pokemon OC who was not only a Hydreigon, but was an homage of King Ghidorah. His last name is chosen mainly because of Frollo’s villain song from The Hunchback of Notre Dame, a fitting villain for a single-minded supremacist to draw inspiration from.

Please do not stan this man. He was a Nazi.

Previous Bio: Carlos Caballero

#The vampirino story

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ashfangirllisa · 4 years

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Do you think Donald and Huey's relationship could be explored this season? Sure Beakley might end up being the main focused adult but I do think it'd be more likely for Huey to have more on his relationship with Donald since he doesn't have much potential with Beakley. Plus Donald has been appearing and developing more frequently in season 3 than seasons 1-2 so far.

Ooh. Good question!!

Huey does have a short temper, and he is easily angered. So he has that in common with Donald.

Also, if Huey wants to learn how to control his anger better, I imagine he would go to Donald for help with that issue.

But other than that, I don't think Huey will be spending much time with Donald. Because he will be too busy trying to figure out who FOWL is, and why this conspiracy is out to get him and his family.

As for Donald, I expect season 3 to focus on his relationship with Daisy. So, Donald will probably be spending most of his time with Daisy and getting to know her (in an article about season 3, where they interviewed Frank, he confirmed that Donald's relationship will be getting more focus).

And yes. It's true that Beakley will receive a bigger role this season, because she is a former SHUSH agent. So I'm looking forward to finding out more about SHUSH and their fight against FOWL.

I also wanna mention that, according to an interview, Frank said that season 3 will have "A LOT of Scrooge". So, I'm guessing that we just haven't reached those episodes yet. But apparently, later on, we will be seeing a lot of Scrooge in season 3. And I'm very excited that we'll be seeing more of him, because he's my favorite character. 😄

Also, I look forward to seeing more Scrooge and Huey interactions, because they were adorable in "The Lost Harp of Mervana". ❤

#ducktales spoilers #ducktales season 3 #DuckTales speculations #ducktales predictions

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mochuelovelli · 4 years

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ASOUE AU? ASOUE AU. Pt 1 (Characters)

Okay so I just posted a little doodle I did for an A Series of Unfortunate Events AU that I had been thinking about ever since I realized that Esmé was obviously Magica's VA (which was 3 days ago so oop). I don't have all the characters figured out right now (mostly bc quite frankly there aren't really enough adults that act so... neglectful towards the kids in ducktales). I'll list the ones I am pretty concrete on VS the ones I'm unsure or ones that I "reimagined" due to not everyone fitting perfectly in this world.

Characters that are Definite:

Glomgold as Count Olaf: Think about it, horrible actor/cosplayer (yes thats what he is). Both obsessed about riches, revenge and are generally incompetent. Really, Olaf is much more wicked in the ASOUE series imo (bc even tho Glomgold wants to kill Scrooge and steal his money. This anger only extends his wards if he wishes to use them against Scrooge and is less keen on the murdering of kids. Notice I said LESS). Not 100% if I want him to be as...well explicit as Olaf can be at times. Especially his characterization in the Bad Beginning if you know what I mean (pst it's child marriage)

Magicia DeSpell as Esmé Squalor: Like I said, this is a no brainer. She has the stage performance of Magicia with a bit of Mark Beaks Mom (forget her name) mixed in. Probably would downplay her love for fashion and replace it with an obsession with the occult. I would also not have her be obsessed with Glomgold, its more in character for Glomgold to be obsessed with her anyhow. It is also possible bc I tend to believe she is a more compelling villian in canon that she might take the place of Glomgold on the Island in "The End". But I also plan for Scrooges Number One Dime to replace the Sugar bowl so, maybe not.

Doofus Drake as Calmanita Splats: Duh, spoiled brat who is very creepy and probably has parents that want them dead? Instead of wanting to sing all the time he mainly wants to wreak things/people. He still definitely dresses up tho into a hodgepodge of things. It always changes and Glomgold is always annoyed by this but he likes him more than Magicia. She definitely wants him dead just like Olaf in the series (she really hates kids).

Duckworth as Larry your waiter: Yeah not much competition for this role. It was either him or Launchpad. Duckworth is too perfect for this role and he honestly will play a better spy than canon Larry. If I ever write it out a lot of the "fight scenes" and anime-esque "explaining how I fooled you" dialogue will definitely be reworked but still present. I will however not keep out the main theme of neglect or ignorance with the adults, they will still fail in that regard as always but will just not literally stand there and tell Olaf "We finally caught you, now let me explain why we are so smart oh no you set something on fire again". I mean...maybe for a Mr. Poe but not the VFD. Or...SHUSH I should say but more on that later (or in another post who knows?)

Scrooge McDuck as Lemony Snicket (sorta): Okay so OBVIOUSLY we can't have our "Lemony" have the hots for the McDuck siblings mom (yes another thing I must explain oh boy). Scrooge will still be gilted in love by, of course Goldie though I am still not 100% if she should play part of the the role of Kit Snicket (again NOT related to Scrooge) or should she be someone else entirely. Scrooge is basically the reason everything is happening in this AU just like the canon Lemony but writes sad letters to Donald and Della as well as Goldie. As you might of well guessed, Scrooge's Fortune is also the riches the McDuck's have.

Fethry Duck as Dr. Monty: Of course a snake lover will become a marine lover in this AU! Also of COURSE Mitzy will play the roles of the incredibly deadly viper AND the great unknown! Fethry and Dr. Monty not being mentioned by their family but also too enthralled with their studies to care all that much (but seriously thats fucked up ducktales). Totally made for this role. As far as setting goes this will be where the siblings will be underwater first but since the series already has plently of aquatic locals I will probably swap out the Lake Lacamose story with Peru or the Galapagos. Speaking of...

Ms. Quackfaster as Aunt Josephine: For narrative purposes it would make sense that Ms. Quackfaster would lose her edge as a brave and bold woman. For what exact reason I am still trying to figure out. Not sure if I still want to keep the "Ike" storyline, maybe she just got really spooked by FOWL. Maybe some creature from the Galapagos ate her leg or something.

Ma Beagle as Dr. Orwell: This particular role was sort of hard for me to cast due to the fact that Dr. Orwell is older and romantically involved with Olaf (at least its sorta there). I really didn't want to give this role to Owlson bc other than she isn't a bad person, she is also way too young. Ma Beagle already has a similar motivation im canon to want to reclaim Duckburg as Beagleburg so the Terrible Mills plot to frame the B for causing a fire in order to have control over the mill is very in line with Ma. I originally wanted the Beagle Boys be working in the Mill but since I am changing the setting to Egypt, I decided to use the people stuck in the pyrimid (idk what they are actually called) and will either use Amulet, Launchpad or Dijin as Cookie

Characters that are Mixed with others:

Huey Duck as the Narrative Role of Violet B.: I mostly imagined(?) the kid characters in a approximation of set characters from the books/series. For this reason, Huey plays the ROLE of Violet Baudelaire so that he can take the "inventor" occupation. I went back and forth on finding who would have Violet's quirk of using an object to help her think. My mind originally went to Webby since she has a bow and I wanted Huey's obsession with the Incomplete History of Secret Organizations to take the place of his JWG. However I reworked it so that Huey's JWG would act as Violet's ribbon with him having to flip through his beat up (and slightly burnt) journal to find a quick solution or just to calm his nerves. Something that applies to all the triplets and twins is that their last names are changed to "McDuck" mostly bc it sounds better that they are later called the "McDuck Murders" instead of the "Duck Murders" as well as Scrooges edited role in the kids lives. He has a mix of Klaus' social awkwardness and habit of talking at length about his special interests to whoever will listen. Huey is also the one who gets hypnotized in the Miserable Mill ep.

Louie Duck as the Narrative Role of Sunny B.: Pretty sure I swapped Louie and Webby for this role in my first post but whatever. I wanted to confusingly change Klaus' role into a "Charmer" or "smooth talker" (obviously still a work in progress) since I felt that Huey in DuckTales canon was always well researched as well a good mechanic and having two characters who pretty much fit the same role was... redundant. I also wanted to really make Webby's Sunny much more inline with her notorious/abnormal fighting abilities. However, I realized that instead of changing Klaus' role I should just change Sunny's characterization since I would have to rework it anyways since she was a baby. I also got the idea from recently rewatching the series and saw Sunny basically trick her way out of being trapped with the Hook handed man (i.e. Fernald). I will instead make Louie's role as what he functionally is in DuckTales (the guy who can talk his way out of anything). He would probably also say his occupation is "Defense Attorney" or something along those lines. He is also the one who gets captured the most but not by much. However while he still has Sunny's sarcasm, he also has Klaus' inherit skeptism and distrust of adults.

Webby Vanderquack as the Narrative Role of Klaus B.: Like I said in Louie's segment, Webby is changed to Klaus or more accurately the "Researcher" of the group. She is often the one who stays up late, researching ways to get out of Glomgold's schemes. Unlike Klaus though, she has more of the optimism of Violet but might not put as much belief into all authority as Huey might. She still has role models that she looks up to but isn't against bending the rules. She also unfortunately takes Violet's role of becoming "Olaf's bride" in the Bad Beginning. In the story she has always lived with the McDucks but didn't take their name and still had Mrs. B (until she was around 10, she was 12ish when the fire happened). However, she is still in the McDuck Will and therefore Glomgold hatches a plan to use her to get the fortune. She also tricks him by signing her name "Vanderduck" or "McDuck" instead of Vanderquack to make the marriage null in void. She is also a mix of Sunny since she is generally the most physically capable out of the children.

Dewey Duck as the Narrative Role as Quigley Quagmire: Okay honestly after a rewatch, I don't exactly know what makes Duncan and Quigley that different from each other. I'm pretty sure Duncan is the Klaus of his siblings but whatever. Dewey mostly just 1/2 of the reveal that two people survived the fire during the Carnival segment (which is changed to an underground wrestling theme for reasons to be explained). I am fairly certain that during the last part of the Village of Fowl Devotees I want Dewey be the one left behind with Webby and Lena that way we can have more time spent with him and Weblena/ Magicia v Lena drama. Dewey's occupation would be "Comedian/Host/Actor" . He also is the one the adults ignore during the first half and will be the subject of Triplet/only child jokes that the Quagmires face.

Gosalyn Mallard as the Narrative Role of Duncan Quagmire: Okay so like, no she isn't related or adopted by the Quagmires

Lena Saberwing as the Narrative Role of Isadora Quagmire: c'mon both these kids like poetry. Literally I can think of no other DuckTales kid that likes that (other than Webby but that was more of her liking Lena's stuff). She will still have her background as Magica's niece and might take some of the role of Fernald where he gets redeemed by betraying Olaf/saving Sunny. I am unsure by what extent though as she isn't going to be a henchperson of Glomgold or Magica. It might be that she is uses morally questionable ways to get what she wants/needs. Maybe she is "good" but has to commit a terrible act similar to how the Baudelaires have to burn down the carnival.

Characters that I am uncertain about or straight up don't have someone in that role:

Violet Saberwing as the Narrative Role of Fiona Widdershins: Like Fiona, Violet was also originally distrusted by a part of the cast (in this AU, it probably be Webby and/or Louie as Huey catches feelings lol). She is also obsessed with the occult not fungus and has to save probably Louie from losing his soul or something (wip). Violet more than any of the main cast of kids will probably act more like her canon self since she is naturally straight forward and booksmart. She probably gets forced to stay with Glomgold until her and Lena can escape again. Also since I didn't want it to be another underwater local and wanted it to relate to DuckTales17 a bit more closely I thought it be better if they were in the sky. Maybe Violet got the Sun chaser or maybe even the Spear of Selene. Maybe instead of going to look for their dads (since they are dead oof) they come back at The End to tell the McDuck Siblings et all that they might of found something...or someone important.

Boyd as the Narrative Role of Friday: This is definitely more of a stretch as really he is only Friday because in role only because I want him at the Island at The End so that he can save the siblings from whatever organic incident happens since he is still an android. I previously thought he could also fit the role of Fernald since he could go through a redemption arc easier due to him sorta going through one in the show. Its not out of the realm of possibility that Glomgold could have reprogrammed him to obey him (he might still do something similar I haven't figured it out 100%).

Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera as the narrative role of Hector: He probably won't faint as much as Hector but he will have to be pushed by the kids to be confident in himself during the Vile Village (which will probably change to a Capital city since I plan to rework FOWL into this). Maybe its similar to a military academy which makes having a set of rules make sense. Its also possible that Fenton escapes with some of the kids in the Sunchaser by the end of this.

Steelbeak as the Narrative Role of Fernald Widdershins: I mainly chose him because Steelbeak and Hookhanded man both most clearly are shown to be sympathic antagonists. They are still functionally villians, much more so than any of the children like Boyd or Lena who, yeah, have done bad things but in one case wasn't given the freewill to decide for himself or was but when she decided to stand up for herself she was literally tortured and had her freedom taken away (more so than in the beginning since. Steelbeak would, like Fernald, be making a choice as an adult man to be apart of a mad man's troop and was harden enough to commit murder if it meant he could impress his boss. But because he is not related to (by blood or otherwise) any protagonist I struggle to know where to put him. I might still have him defect during the end of what would have been the Grim Grotto ep and comes back with the Saberwings at The End. Maybe he brings Gosalyn back after finding her at some point, maybe he dies somewhere towards The End. Not sure.

Gladstone/Ghost of Christmas Past/News Reporter Lady as the Narrative Role of Mr. Poe/Mr. Poes Wife: wow this one is really confusing. My reasoning behind these picks is because The News lady would be a great pick for Mr. Poe's wife or at least a substitute as she has similar motivations in DT17. The biggest set back for her tho is that she has no reason to be on the Baudelaire case (or McDuck case anyways). Ghost of Christmas past is a bit of a stretch since why the fuck would he be in charge of making sure the kids had guardians? I mainly want him just bc of his motivation (or lack thereof) to do his job and being incompetent at it. Gladstone while making some sense that he also would be uncaring about where the kids go is also a stretch given he is a relative and he while he might not care 100% about their whereabouts he wouldn't lose them like Mr. Poe would simply bc he is so damn Lucky. Its possible to work that against him, maybe in a scenerios like where he drops off the kids but gets whisked away because some rando gifts him a boat. Still unsure.

Mrs. Beakley as either the Narrative Role of Jaclyn S (Mr. Poes Secretary/VFD spy)., Olivia C. (Librarian): I want Mrs. B to have a role which fits her being experienced and competent but also met a tragic demise. I might mix the experience of JS with the fate of OC. Poor Webby.

Justice Strauss as ???: I'll be honest, I am stumped with this one. This is a very important role to fill and I can't quite find an adult character that fits the bill of Justice Strauss. Mrs. B is too smart, Launchpad studying law while ridiculous, is something inline with the show but he doesn't have a DT17 motivation similar enough to Strauss where he's desires can be exploited nor has he really want kids in the same sense as Strauss. Drake Mallard is close since he is an actor but having him work with law is a bit of a stretch, I also think that making him somewhat bumbling is an insult to his character but Strauss is tragic since she WANTS to very much be the Baudelaires guardian but fails so much. Maybe in a safer world she could have been, maybe if they were luckier. She loves them so much, but they run away where she can't find them to at least try to be there for them and is left heart broken by the end. Whoever becomes JS is in for a world of hurt and I'm sorry. Goofy could also be a replacement, maybe Max died for more angst 😬.

Goldie or Daisy as the narrative role of Kit Snicket: This kinda gets really fanfic-y as neither of these characters really fit nicely into this role. Goldie definitely has the skill of Kit and her disregard for the rules but the pregnancy thing is... something. Not entirely sure if I actually want her to be pregnant but I also want a Beatrice II type character (of course she would be named Della II) but again very fanfic-y. Daisy I am more comfortable being the one who gets pregnant, she might take Olivias role as the new VFD recruit instead of Kits more seasoned one. All I know is that if either or both outcomes exist they will die also a Dewey Deanumont(?) Character wouldn't be the father it would of course be Donald or Scrooge depending who gets pregnant.

Jacques Snicket as ???: Another mystery for me. Functionally? Maybe Manny could play this role or even Launchpad (he really is just my go to for any character idk about huh?) Whoever it is will die but wont have a romance with the Olivia character(s). Maybe its Goofy lmao.

This is quite long enough, let me know if y'all got any more ideas. I'll edit this when I can since I am tired of writing. Please comment or reblog for suggestions and the like thx u. And please...Look Away while you still can.

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Donald never let the communicater off his body as he found comfort in it or it helped him cope with things as he imagined he was talking to uno however lunaris had to make him suffer.

Uno didn't know why but he found himself reactivated even when he should of been deactivated for years but Goddamn it was he not going to waste this chance to see donald again,to talk to him again and feel alive with him.

Uno did the first thing that came to mind out of habit before being deactivated and when he was donalds partner and closest freind And he rung the communicater but donald didnt pick it up making uno go instantly into worry.

he knew in his digital heart that donald wouldn't leave the communicater off his person as donald with the slightest chance it rung he would of answered whilst in a holding cell on the moon is a crying donald duck on the floor looking at the broken pieces of a communicater in his hands.

Uno didn't waste any time as he reactivated everything in the room and started looking through every new piece of information since his deactivation hoping nothing gone wrong with donald but he found himself wanting to scream as he found out his best friend lost his sister to space to which he left his uncle whom built the rocket and raised three boys whilst struggling to provide for them.

But what he found out after did help slightly get the desire to scream "how he should of been there for him" down but the feeling didn't leave instead into turned into worry as no matter how much technology he used he couldn't found or get a clue to where donald was after turning every source from secret groups like fowl to shush.

uno was frustrated as he the smartest ai in the current technological world couldn't found the only person that made him feel like an actual person whom could be in serious danger making him wish he could run out of this room and go to donald boat house and look there for clues.

A digital light bulb appeared over uno head as the idea came from his words and started making himself a body to start looking for donald so that his digital heart can stop screaming in worry.

#donald duck #ducktales #uno #donald x uno #ducktales au

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demon-animatronic · 4 years

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Writetober Day 21: Chained

Notes:

Takes place in the very short future of a fic on my AO3. Also formally introduces a new OC that is already being tortured >:). Poor guy is actually a cinnamon roll deep down.

Warnings: None. It’s short and nothing really happens other than learning the OC’s name.

Day 21: Chained

I stared at Steelbeak as I watched him padlock a big heavy duty chain to my collar before wrapping it around and padlocking it to a pole.

“So… you dragged me out of the penthouse just to chain me up anyway?”

“High Command wants me to do some things. And I don’t want to have to worry about youse in the meantime. Just stay here, take a nap, and be good for once. Alright?” Steelbeak replied.

“Where can I possibly go?” I asked in a smartass tone.

“I’ll let that tone go without a punishment today. But keep it up and I’ll change my mind.” Steelbeak said, standing up.

“Okie dokie.” I grinned up to him.

“I’ll be back to check on youse later.” Steelbeak said, turning to walk out of the room.

I rested my hands behind my head and leaned back on the pole as I watched him leave the room. Huffing, I looked up to the ceiling. Now what?

I was the only one in here… or so I thought.

My ears perked up at the sound of footsteps approaching. Figuring it was just Steelbeak returning, I kept my eyes on the ceiling. That is until the person walked around me and I looked down as they stood next to me. They looked like they were limping when they walked.

It was one of the Eggman. I watched him as he slowly kneeled down, holding his torso as he did so. He grunted like he was in pain.

“…May I help you?” I asked after a few seconds.

“No. You did enough already. Unfortunately, I can’t help you.” He replied.

“Am I supposed to be shocked?” I asked. “Wait what do you mean I did enough already?”

He raised his hands to the helmet and took it off.

“I don’t want you getting hurt because of me.” The Eggman said. “And I’m sure you don’t want me getting hurt some more, right?”

The Eggman placed the helmet down beside him and went back to holding his stomach. Grimacing as he did so.

I moved my hands from behind me and sat up more as I recognized him.

“…It’s you!” I smiled. “You really are okay! I didn’t know whether to believe Steelbeak about it.”

“Well, here’s your proof that I’ll be okay… eventually. My wife isn’t happy about what happened and I think my ‘accident’ scared my kids…” He frowned.

“I can’t imagine what they’re going through. They did almost lose you. Does your wife know the truth?” I decided to ask.

“Of course. That’s why she isn’t happy about this. She wanted me to quit FOWL but I couldn’t. And still can’t now. We need the money even if it is dangerous. Not to mention how I really hate hurting others.”

“Surely there are other jobs that make a lot of money too. You don’t want your kids to grow up without a dad, right?” I questioned.

“Right. But that’s the thing… I’m far too young to retire from FOWL. And I can’t exactly quit and survive, yah know?” He replied.

“Oh…” I muttered, knowing what he was implying.

“You might be able to leave SHUSH whenever. But it’s not that simple here at FOWL.” He added.

“I see… they couldn’t at least send you to work under a different agent? It just had to be Steelbeak?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I didn’t want to try and fight with anyone about this. So here I am. He hasn’t really interacted with me yet though. I don’t think he knows I’m back yet.”

“Good. Let’s hope it stays that way for a while.” I smiled.

“I guess I should introduce myself huh? I’m Benjamin. My friends and family call me Benji for short.”

“Nice to meet you again, Benjamin. You can call me Agent 13 when you know who isn’t around to torment us. But… I guess you gotta call me ‘Lucky’ when he is.” I shook his hand.

“Heh. Works for me. Why the numbers?” Benji questioned.

“Some agents like going by the numbers their initials line up with. Others like going by their last name. It helps when more than one agent has the same last name but it gets tricky if they have the same initials.” I explained.

“What’s your last name if you don’t mind me asking?” Benji asked, understanding that concept better.

“Cain. I don’t think any other agents have that as a last name. I just like going by 13 more.” I said.

“Oohhh. We usually just go by either our first or last name.”

“Or nickname in Steelbeak’s case?” I asked and he nodded.

“So… he has you chained up while he does something for High Command? Why did he even bring you this time?” Benji asked curiously.

“Your guess is as good as mine. I haven’t done anything that needed a punishment afterwards so I’m not sure why I’m here.” I shrugged. “I just know whatever he is doing must be important if he has to chain me up like a dog and not have the time to watch me himself.”

“What… what did he do to you after…you know?” Benji asked nervously.

“He added an invisible fence to the only exit and hooked it up to this damn shock collar. Making any attempt to run away much harder.”

“Ouch. Did you try again and that’s how you figured it out?” He asked, feeling bad about it.

“Nope. He threw me into the open doorway. I could tell something was up and refused to go near the door. He finally got fed up and threw me towards the door and that’s how I found out. Not fun. I was out of it for a few minutes due to how bad that shock was.”

“I’m sorry.” Benji stated. “And I’m really sorry I can’t get that chain off. Looks really heavy.”

“It is. But don’t be sorry. This isn’t your fault and you have nothing to be sorry for. I would rather you didn’t do something so you don’t get killed over it when it involves me.” I replied. “I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” I confirmed. “Don’t worry about me. Just keep yourself and your family safe.”

We talked longer than we meant to since by the time we realized how long it had been…

“Benji!” Steelbeak suddenly said and startled both of us. “So good to see youse back again! See? I wasn’t lying about him makin’ a full recovery, dollface.”

“I guess not.” I replied as he walked up to us. “Can this come off now?”

“No. I only came by to check on youse. However, I could use Benji’s help with somethin’.” Steelbeak replied, grabbing his arm and pulling him up to his feet as he grabbed his helmet.

Benji tried to hold the sound of pain in as we shared one more glance to each other before he got dragged out of the room.

#Writetober #Lexi the dog #Benji Eggman

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