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it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas // charles leclerc
in which, you and your children wake up charles - a certified humbug - early one morning so you can decorate the house for christmas.
warnings: tooth rotting fluff, dad!charles that’ll make your heart go boom, the odd swear words. other than that this is pretty tame so enjoy. as usual, feedback is greatly appreciated! and enjoy the christmas themed stuff <3
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the return of charles & esmée !!!! plus some more little leclerc’s <3
charles leclerc was many things, a man of great renown, a man of many talents, a man with several world championships to his name, a man who bloomed in fatherhood.
there was one thing he was most of all, and despite never admitting it, your husband was a humbug. he loved christmas day, the presents, the food, the family time, but the lead up was a thing he couldn’t stand; and as the pair of you grew up and had children, that seemed to get worse.
december 1st rolled around faster than you’d expected, and esmèe, your eldest daughter who was six, had officially broken up from primary school. as had her little brothers, antoine and lucien, who were three and a half. your youngest daughter, juliette, was six months, and so she was usually permanently at your side.
it was difficult to try and figure out what to do with the children during their time off from school, but it proved even harder during the christmas holidays, especially now that there were four of them.
you’d managed to drag charles out from his scrooge-like hole to come and watch the christmas lights switch on because esmée was singing in the choir, of that he was proud, but he was anything less than amused when the kids squealed with joy after the town was lit up in a beautiful array of colours. plus, he still was not used to the bitterly cold winters of your hometown where the six of you now resided.
“i just don’t understand why they have to be switched on so early.” charles stated, fumbling with the lock on the front door because of his cold, shivering hands. the boys bickered jokingly behind you, shoving one another with their shoulders as they waddled up the path in their matching snowsuits and wellington boots.
“it’s december the first tomorrow, charles and the children all broke up from school today,” you replied, counting the heads of your three walking children as they entered the house. juliette was bundled up cosily across your chest in her fluffy pramsuit and wooly hat, “that’s why the lights were switched on tonight.”
“i know but—”
“—mummy! daddy!” esmée squealed excitedly, bundling in through the kitchen door. her cheeks were red and blotchy from the cold, and charles’ face softened when he looked at his baby girl, her face almost the splitting image of his.
“yes, sweetheart?”
“the naughty elves are on the fireplace! and they’ve left us a note! come and see!”
charles shot you a look of daggers through slitted eyes, irritated that you’d already kicked off the christmas celebrations in the house. esmée took her dad’s hand in hers, practically dragging him through the house until they stopped in the living room. the twins were already there, waiting eagerly for the rest of you to join.
“look! daddy! can we open the letter?”
esmée pulled charles down to her level, and he saw the four elves all sat along the top of the fireplace with a little envelope held in their hands. you smiled softly when you joined them all in the living room. charles looked over at you and you shrugged, “don’t look at me, baby, they’ve asked you.”
he looked back from you to the three eagle eyed children staring back at him, and as much as he wanted to say no and call the whole thing off, he couldn’t say no to his kids.
“okay! we can get the letter, but only if you read it to daddy.”
esmée, lucien and antoine all squealed and esmée, being the taller of the three, reached in carefully and retrieved the letter. charles sat down next to you on the sofa and the kids all bundled up in your laps - your eldest daughter on charles’ lap, antoine on yours with juliette and lucien stuffed in the middle. esmée handed the letter to antoine, who let his brother take the other corner of the envelope and together they peeled it open. esmée snuggled into charles’ side, and began to read the letter.
“dear esmée, antoine, lucien and juliette, we are your elves, elfie, elvie, eddie and ellie, and christmas is nearly here, so santa wanted us to keep an eye on you all to make sure you’re being good (even if we like to be a little bit naughty ourselves!) we will be here to play until christmas day, remember though, you aren’t allowed to touch us or else we lose all our christmas magic! we’ll try to behave while you sleep, but we like to get into mischief too! let’s make sure santa doesn’t have to check his list to find your names on the naughty list! be on your best behavior and enjoy finding us, love from elfie, elvie, eddie and ellie.”
charles, despite himself, was smiling. his heart swelled at how excited esmée, antoine and lucien got at the thought of their elves coming back, and the only part of the lead up to christmas he would admit to enjoying is seeing the look on his children’s face at what kind of mess their elves were getting themselves into when they woke up in the morning.
“mummy, they remember our names!” antoine’s nose scrunched up as he looked up at you, his eyes a deep brown like charles’.
“i know, baby,” you kissed his head and ruffled his thick head of hair, “they know everybody’s names.”
charles jumped up, and turned to face the five of you. “right, who wants a bath?” he wiggled his finger around the kids, “i think lucien needs a bath!”
charles’ fingers tickled at lucien’s side and the little boy wriggled around on the sofa in a fit of giggles, “no! daddy, no!” he managed to choke out, “anty needs a bath!”
soon, all three of the bigger children were being tickled by charles, and juliette started to stir on your chest. “i think mummy needs a bath!” esmée said, pointing over at you. charles leaned down and jokingly sniffed at your skin, making a scrunched up face and nodding.
“mummy smells,” charles noted, agreeing with his daughter, “she definitely needs a bath.”
“mummy hardly ever has time to have a bath, because she’s got four kids and a husband to look after,” you kicked your husband in the shin softly, “isn’t that right, baby?”
just as charles was about to lean in and kiss you, juliette started to wail. he frowned, pulling the hood and hat from his youngest daughter’s head and giving her a soft kiss through her thin hair.
“what’s all that crying for, babygirl?” he squeezed her cheek softly between his finger and thumb and she stopped wailing momentarily — juliette loved the attention, much like her big sister — but she soon continued to wail. “are you hungry? is that what’s wrong?”
charles’ baby voice was something you adored. “boys, esmée, are you gonna go with daddy so he can give you baths?” the boys nodded, jumping up from their place on the sofa, “and then if you’re all good mummy’ll let you have some chocolate after dinner, okay?”
the boys nodded eagerly and raced one another up the stairs, followed by charles’ shout to ‘please just go careful’.
“can i help you feed juliette, mummy?” esmée asked, taking up the extra space on the sofa by laying down and resting her head on your shoulder. she stroked juliette’s hair softly and you smiled, running your fingers through her curls.
“of course, sweetheart,” you kissed her head, “promise you’ll have a bath afterwards, okay?”
“mhm, i promise.”
you kissed her head again and told her to head to the pantry and pick a pouch of baby food that juliette could eat. you began bouncing the baby up and down so she could stop wailing, and charles let her suckle on his finger for a little moment of peace. he leaned in for once again in an attempt for that kiss, but it was interrupted by antoine shouting for him to come upstairs.
“i might end up getting that kiss by the end of the day if i’m lucky.” he joked.
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“sophia‘s mummy let her decorate her christmas tree yesterday.”
it was a simple statement that esmée had said while you were feeding juliette, she was sat at the dinner table next to you with her favourite strawberry milkshake and twisty straw, feet dangled over the edge.
“sophia’s got her christmas tree up already?” you questioned, but you weren’t sure why. you knew sophia’s mother, and she could have her christmas tree up all year round if she could get away with it.
“mhm, and so has cindy and so has marcus,” she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. you scooped some of the fallen sweet potato and pumpkin mixture from juliette’s chin with the spoon and she smiled at you giddily when you put the spoon in her mouth. “when can we put our christmas tree up, mummy?”
“i don’t know sweetie.”
“can we put it up tomorrow?”
you thought of your husband, how much distaste he would have at seeing the christmas tree sitting in the living room this early, at seeing the tinsel lining the stairwell and the christmas lights out the front of the house. but then you thought of your children, and how their eyes would light up and their giggles would fill the room exactly like they did last december.
“okay, baby. we can put them up tomorrow, but you need to promise not to tell daddy, okay? we can surprise him with the decorations tomorrow morning.”
“is daddy going to be mad?” esmée pouted, worried that she was going to get told off if they went through with their master plan. you paused feeding juliette and looked across at your oldest child. your hand stroked at her face and you kissed her nose.
“no, angel, daddy isn’t going to be mad with any of us, he just…” you paused, thinking of how to phrase what you wanted to say, “daddy’s just a little bit weird when it comes to christmas decorations, but he enjoys them when they’re up.”
she smiled softly and you kissed her nose. you could hear charles and the boys upstairs making some sort of scenario up in the bathroom, because there was an awful lot of splashing, shouting and laughter. “why don’t you go and get ready for a bath, and then maybe if you ask daddy nicely you can have a piano lesson.”
your daughter nodded, kissing your cheek before kissing juliette’s head, and off she scurried. if you really were going to put up the decorations tomorrow, you had a lot of planning to do.
juliette’s hands flew up and down with excitement when she’d finished the last spoonful, and antoine and lucien came downstairs in their ferrari towels, which charles’ longtime teammate and best friend, carlos, had bought them as one of their many birthday presents this past birthday.
soon after, esmée returned hand in hand with charles, both of them beaming from ear to ear after a quick, but very effective shower & piano lesson. charles took juliette off of your hands and allowed you to cook dinner for the kids, wandering off with her to the play room so she could do tummy time.
“mummy, are we really going to put up our tree tomorrow?”
lucien spoke from the dinner table, eagerly awaiting his dinner with his knife and fork in either hand. antoine sat opposite him and esmée sat at the head of the table, a pink blush coming to her cheeks.
“lucien! you weren’t supposed to tell her you knew.” your daughter frowned at her plan failing.
“we might be,” you shrugged at your boys, who looked at you with eager, excited eyes. “but that depends on how much you love me.”
they giggled, shouting and screaming about how they loved you more than anything in the world, and as you handed them their plates they each gave you a kiss on the cheek. you ruffled their curls, “you have to promise mummy that you won’t tell daddy, okay?”
“promise,” antoine said, nodding his head affirmatively and holding out his pinky finger for you to lock yours into.
the evening drew to a close eventually, with esmée falling asleep on the sofa opposite you and charles under her favourite blanket and the boys in bed just after seven o’clock. charles conked out on the other side of the sofa, with juliette splayed out on his naked chest, and you saw this as the perfect time to get out the decorations and hide them in the playroom.
most of the decorations were in the hidden cupboard tucked to the side of the playroom, and you were grateful that you threw them in there at the end of january during the lazy stage of your pregnancy when charles was away training and the children were at school, rather than climbing up into the attic. it certainly made tonight a lot easier.
there were several things missing, like the wreath you normally hung on the front door, and one of the lights that you hung on a bedroom window, but you figured you’d find them later.
“charles,” you whispered, prodding your husbands shoulder, “baby it’s almost one in the morning, come on.”
you managed to place juliette in the cot beside the bed without her waking, and charles carried esmée to bed without another word. his arms wrapped around your waist and he puckered his lips for a kiss, which you obliged.
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esmée, lucien and antoine had managed to find the christmas decorations before you’d even woken up at 7:30 that morning, and it was only because juliette stirred that you got up in the first place. you left the bedroom with her so that charles could sleep in a little longer, only to find your three other babies with the santa hats that pascale had bought them last year at the lights all sitting on their heads.
“mummy, look, the elves found the decorations and left us this note!”
antoine handed you the note and you chuckled at seeing your handwriting scrawled on the paper from only eight hours earlier.
dear esmée, antoine, lucien and juliette, we found these in the cupboard and snuck them in places all around the house. your mission for today is to retrieve all the items and decorate the house, but listen to mummy when she tells you where to hang the stockings or else they won’t get filled! p.s, you must make sure daddy gets into the christmas spirit or else he won’t get any presents! good luck, we’ll report back to santa tonight! love from, elfie, elvie, eddie and ellie.
“can we please go and wake daddy?”
“okay, sweetie, make sure you take him a santa hat though, okay?”
your children nodded and rushed through the door to your bedroom, barging in on charles who was barely awake. the children all bundled on top of him and he pulled the duvet up high, covering his chest and he smiled sleepily when he saw them all with their sleepy eyes and toothy grins.
“morning babies.”
“daddy, look!” antoine shoved the letter in charles’ face, “the elves sent us this letter and they found our christmas hats!”
charles rubbed his eyes and you and juliette sat at the edge of the bed, admiring your family as you sat down. “can we please put up the decorations? please?” esmée drew out the ‘e’ syllable at the end of please, begging her father to let them do as the letter says. charles kissed her head.
“if that’s what the elves say then who am i to say no?”
your children all cheered in excitement and quickly pulled the hat from behind them, “wear this daddy! wear it!” lucien jeered, wagging the hat in front of charles’ face until he gave in and stuck the hat on his head.
“come on, daddy! the elves put the tree in the playroom! we have to put it up so they can tell santa!”
esmée grabbed charles’ hand and juliette began to cry on your chest again. she was hungry, and you smiled down at your family. charles pushed back the covers and you thanked the gods above that he was wearing boxers, and got up to follow his kids to the door.
“mummy, are you coming?” antoine asked, his voice soft and feeble as he stood in the door.
“mummy’s gotta feed juliette, bud,” charles ruffled his sons hair, “she’ll meet us and help out soon, okay?”
your son nodded and you ordered them all back in to come and give you a kiss, “and you, charles,” you scowled your at your husband until he kissed you.
“did you really think i’d forget to kiss you, mon chérie?”
your children all made sounds akin to a retch when they saw you kiss, turning up their noses at the sight and looking away. he kissed the top of juliette’s head and then went back in for another kiss with you, “come down soon, okay?”
you nodded, and began to feed juliette almost instantly. her feed took a particularly long time, but she soon fell straight back to sleep almost immediately, and so you stuck the baby monitor to the waistband of your pyjama shorts.
when you arrived downstairs, the christmas tree had been assembled in its usual place, and the kids were bickering about where on the tree to put the tinsel, while charles was telling them to play nice and pulling out extensive decorations with a furrowed eyebrow; he clearly couldn’t remember where they’d come from.
“why don’t we ask mummy where to put the tinsel!”
esmée spotted you in the doorway and ran over with extensive ribbons of red tinsel that were all tied at the ends to make them longer, while antoine and lucien held up a long golden piece of tinsel. charles was still pulling out random decorations with a puzzled look on his face.
“i think you should put the tinsel wherever you like,” you said, crouching down to their level, where they all bundled into your chest, “and let daddy help you with the top, yeah?”
the three of them nodded and you smiled, your heart beating double time in your chest. “what are you going to do, mummy?”
“well,” you said, hooking your arms around charles’ waist and letting him smother you, “i was thinking… why don’t i go and make us all breakfast while you decorate the house with daddy, how does that sound?”
your children nodded excitedly and ran around with the tinsel, claiming they were creating a new game called tinsel wars. charles kissed you once more and leaned down to face you.
“i love you.”
“i love you too, baby.” you kissed his lips and rested a hand on his chest as you watched your children continue to play with their tinsel, and you realised that you wouldn’t have your family any other way.
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"Summer Of '87" (Chapter 8)
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Chapter 7
Chapter 9
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Soon you were back at Eddie’s trailer, which was still empty because Wayne was at work.
“So, your uncle lives here too?” you asked uneasily as you looked around the room. It was clear there was only one bedroom, and you hoped it was Eddie’s.
“Yeah, don’t worry though he works most nights. He’s picking up a shift right now.” Eddie explained, hearing the tone in your voice.
“And he sleeps on the couch?” you asked while rubbing the back of your neck.
“Y’know if it makes you this uncomfortable princess you can sleep on the bus,” he said in a rather haughty tone. He knew it wasn’t much, but it was all he had.
You seriously debated for a minute in your head. It wasn’t like it would be much bigger in the bus anyway.
“...Would you stay with me?”
“Uh, no.” he laughed bitterly. “I’m not gonna act too good for my own home, Y/N,”
“I’m not saying it’s not good enough!” you gesture wildly. “It’s just…weird, thinking about sleeping in your room with your uncle on the couch.
“He’s used to--” he walked down the hall to his room to see the bed was unmade, and several of Wayne’s clothes strewn about the place.
“Huh,” he said plainly. “Guess he’s been sleeping in here. Well, that makes sense.”
“So maybe, you let him keep it…?” you tried not to sound too relieved.
“....Yeah, I guess it would be pretty messed up to just come and take it back after being gone for so long,” he sighed.
“But we’re not sleeping on the bus.”
“Oh?” you raised an eyebrow. You half wondered if he was going to make you camp in the woods just to spite you.
“I’ve got plenty of money to crash in a motel for a few days,” he explained as he walked back out to his van.
“A motel?” you made a face. “Gee don’t break your wallet with the big spending there, Scrooge,”
“HEY,” He stopped and spun around abruptly. “I get that you were born with a silver spoon up your ass princess, but I grew up with NOTHING. You learn how to stretch pennies real far raised that way.”
“Wow,” you huffed. “Y’know it’s not my fault who or where I was born Eddie, same as you. I can’t help I’m used to…certain lifestyles,”
“But you can help it by opening yourself up to things less than your ‘standards’, princess,” he crossed his arms. The way he used your nickname like that, it sounded so condescending.
“Is that what you think, Eddie?” You asked with tears brimming. “You keep calling me that because what, I’m Molly Ringwald? Conceited? Spoiled? And your Bender, the poor burnout who’s daddy didn’t love him? Is that it?”
“Hey, at least his dad was AROUND,” He stepped towards you angrily. “My old man dropped me here when I was born. Him AND my mother wanted nothing to do with me! I would’ve KILLED for a carton of cigarettes for Christmas, at least that would mean I’d see them!”
“...Wow,” you said softly. You didn’t realize he’d take the metaphor so far. Or that his parents were that horrible.
“Yeah, wow,” he chuckled sadly as he leaned against the van, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.
“I’m sorry,” you put a hand on his shoulder. “I shouldn’t of--”
“No, you’re right.” he cut you off with a drag of his cigarette. “I shouldn’t expect you to be like me. I’m hella simple. Give me a room with a bed and I’m happy. And I know now I can afford more, I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop and this whole ‘fame’ thing to go away. And I just wanna have enough that Wayne doesn’t have to worry about working so much. I mean, I’m even thinking about getting him a small house for Christmas. If i still have enough to, I mean.”
“I get it,” you nodded softly. “And if that’s what you want, I have no right to ask anything more of you. But Eddie…”
You rubbed his shoulder tenderly.
“The other shoe won’t drop, I know it won't. You're too talented, as are the other guys. You worked hard to get where you are, that doesn’t just ‘go away’,”
“Yeah, I guess…” he muttered under his breath while taking another drag. “Maybe we can get a nice hotel, with a pool and everything,”
“A pool?” you had to giggle at the specific detail.
“Yeah, I’ve always wanted a pool.”
“Well,” you cleared your throat. “My parents have a pool…”
“Wasn’t the whole point of staying with Mandy a way to AVOID your parents?”
“Well, yeah I mean i did wanna spend time with her, but I’m pretty sure they’re in Italy for the summer.”
“Pretty sure?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Absolutely sure.” you admitted. “And if you want a free room AND pool, then it’s what you’re gonna get, metal head.”
“Really?” his eyes lit up.
“Really,” you giggled. “And who knows, it’s a big house. Maybe we can convince your friends to come over for a pool party,”
“That is an AMAZING idea!!!” He almost jumped up and down with happiness. “That is definitely one way to Dustin’s heart.”
“Good,” you smiled. “Any other ways you know of?”
“I’ll make a list,” he chuckled before putting out his cigarette and letting you in the van.
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After a few days of settling in and letting everyone cool off, Eddie decided to bring up the idea of the pool party at a special session of Hellfire Club. Obviously they didn’t usually play in the summer, but since Eddie and the guys were home Dustin who was now the DM, made a special exception. Even if he was still a bit frustrated with him.
After the meeting when everyone was just hanging out, he took his honorary little brother to the side.
“Y’know Henderson, you’re not such a bad DM,” he chuckled while ruffling his hair.
“Ay, not the hair!” He grumbled while pushing Eddie’s hand away. “And really? Ya think so?”
“Definitely,” he nodded with a sly grin. “Almost as good as I was,”
“Oh right,” he rolled his eyes.
“So, I was thinking,” he said carefully. “We should have a party in your honor,”
“Oh really?” his eyes lit up. “A party for me?”
“Yeah of course, why not?” he patted Dustin’s back. “A pool party even,”
“A pool party?!” Dustin was now giddy. “But who do we know who has a pool? Are we gonna break into Steve’s parents house?”
“Well, not exactly…” Eddie became nervous. “Y/N offered…”
“Oh there it is,” Dustin’s happy bubble was burst. “You wanna set up some kind of ‘happy reunion’ with my so called ‘dad’?”
“No man!” Eddie shook his head wildly. “No, they’re out of town. We’re staying there, and I told her--”
“So you ARE shacking up with her!” Dustin scoffed. “Dude I knew it!”
“There were extenuating circumstances, Henderson!” Eddie raised his voice to match Dustin’s, making the rest of the group stop their conversations and zone in on theirs.
“Wow, don’t choke on the big words Munson,” Dustin rolled his eyes.
“Hey man, I’m smart sometimes.” he said in an offended tone.
He wasn’t the best speaker, but he had a decent vocabulary. And Dustin was supposed to be his little buddy, someone who looked up to him. Not this condescending little twerp.
“Dust, lay off him.” Mike walked over. “You know you missed the shit out of him,”
“...Maybe” Dustin looked at the floor.
Eddie paused for a moment, letting his wheels turn.
“...Is that why you’re pissed, Henderson?” he leaned his head down to meet Dustin’s eyes. “You think she’s taking me from you?”
“Eddie I waited a whole YEAR to see you! And now you come home with some random girl claiming to be my sister, and she’s got you on a leash!”
“A leash??!” Eddie had to laugh. “Henderson look where we’re standing! I’m here with you, aren’t I?”
“And the last few days?”
“Dude I figured you were pissed at me. I wanted to give you a few days to calm down,”
“Just because I’m pissed at you doesn’t mean I don’t wanna see you Eddie!!!” Dustin was surprisingly emotional as he spoke. “I…you’re my brother, Edds.”
Hearing those words broke Eddie’s heart. Here he was trying to make you happy by easing the tension between you and Dustin, and he hadn’t thought twice about things between him and Dustin.
“Hey, Henderson,” he held his hands out. “You know you’re my little brother first. Everyone else is second to you,”
“Gee thanks!” Lucas rolled his eyes.
“Sorry SInclair, shouldn’t have played for the dark side.” Eddie shot him a tongued smirk before turning his attention back to Dustin.
“Look if you really don’t wanna do it, we won’t. But you know I wouldn’t wanna do anything that would hurt you. Even if you don’t believe Y/N is your sister, she’s still a nice girl. I swear. And she really just wants to do something nice for everyone, honest.”
“Yeah man, POOL PARTY!!! Come on!!!” Gareth chimed in the conversation.
“....Well, I guess if everyone’s there.” Dustin shrugged. “I guess it’s cool,”
“Sweetness!” Eddie hugged Dustin. “I swear man, you won’t regret it,”
“I hope not,” Dustin said softly. He’d never admit it to anyone, but he sort of wanted to believe you. He’d always wanted an older sibling, and Eddie was great, but another one would be nice.
He hoped this party wouldn’t blow up his hopes.
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The day of the party soon arrived, and you were buzzing with nervous energy. Your parents’ backyard was decked out to look like a D&D dream. You had made giant paper D20 dice and stuck them along the gates surrounding the yard. You had a custom cake made into the shape of a D20 with “DM MASTER DUSTIN HENDERSON” written in the middle of it. It was double chocolate fudge, his favorite.
A picnic table on your deck held a D&D board all set up for a campaign designed especially around Dustin. Of course that was for later; you had planned to let the whole Hellfire club stay over for a campaign sleepover.
All the food and refreshments were D&D themed; potato wedges called “dragon eggs”, chicken legs called “troll’s legs”, burgers named “+1 health”. Fruit punch labeled “Dragon’s blood,” stuff of the like.
The pool also came equipped with a water basketball hoop, and a net across for water volleyball. A large slide was set up in the deep end; it was literally a teenage boy’s dream.
And if you had any doubts about it, Dustin and the other boys faces and excited chatter when they entered the backyard proved you right.
“Holy shit,” Dustin whispered in awe. “This is AWESOME!!!!”
“I’m glad you like it,” you gave him a small smile.
“I love it, thank you,” Dustin smiled back, giving you a small hug. It made you take a small sharp inhale while you glanced happily at Eddie, who gave you a thumbs up.
“CANNONBALL!!!” Quentin didn’t waste any time; he was ripping off his t-shirt and jumping into the pool. The rest of the boys quickly followed suit, already starting to play with the basketball.
Soon the older teens were walking into the backyard with the two younger girls in tow.
“Sorry we’re late, the girls were taking forever,” Jonathan apologized, causing Nancy to hit him.
“We weren’t that long!” She pouted as she walked over to grab some “dragon’s blood”. The two younger girls immediately took off their overalls and jumped into the pool with the boys.
“Hey let’s get a game going!” Lucas suggested.
“This is a pretty nice setup,” Steve commented while pulling off his shirt. “My parents never sprung for a slide.”
“Well clearly you were never spoiled as I was,” you joked.
“I already assumed that was true,” he winked before joining the boys in the pool.
“I’ll kill him for you if you want me to,” Eddie said under his breath in a half teasing manner.
“I’ll let you know,” you kissed his cheek before going to the shallow end of your pool to sit and sunbathe.
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It ended up being a lovely night; you bonded with Eddie’s friends, Dustin had a great time, all in all you’d call the whole thing a success. Now, everyone was hanging out in your house for a sleepover.
The Hellfire members played the special campaign Eddie had made in the living room, while El and Max watched a movie upstairs in your TV room. You and the older teens were drinking and talking on a couch in the living room, careful not to disturb the game.
“So, you and Eddie huh?” Steve asked in his best non condescending voice.
“Me and Eddie what?” you raised an eyebrow.
“You guys doin’ it?” he asked rather abruptly in a buzzed tone.
“Steve!” Nancy elbowed him harshly.
“Actually no, Harrington.” you took a swig of your beer. “I’m not a little slut like you,”
“Hey!” He cried defensively. “Former slut, thank you,”
“Oh sorry,” you rolled your eyes with a smile, “But no, we’ve barely kissed.”
“OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!” Robin laughed in an overexaggerated tone, causing the HFC members to look over.
“Robin!” Steve hissed. “Who’s the dingus now?”
“Shit,” you said under your breath while glancing at Eddie with a bright red face. You probably shouldn’t have said that.
“What?” Dustin asked curiously as he also glanced at Eddie, who was clueless.
“Nothing, nothing.” You assured him while getting up to go to the kitchen for some water. No more drinking for you tonight. Eddie instinctively followed you, sensing it was not “nothing”.
“What was that?” He leaned against your kitchen bar.
“Noting…” you said in an innocent tone.
“Oh that sounds believable,” he chuckled as he walked towards you.
“I may have let it slipped that we kissed,” you blushed up at him.
“What?!” Eddie suddenly took a step back. “Why?!”
“Well Harrington goaded me into it!” you whined.
“Sure, everything’s Harringrton’s fault.” he rolled his eyes.
“He asked if we were sleeping together, rude.” you stuck your tongue out. “And I said that we barely kissed,”
“Barely?” he crossed his arms. “I’d say it was more than ‘barely’ a kiss,”
“Well, then why can’t i remember it?” you smirked.
“Probably because you’re drunk, princess.”
“I am NOT,” You protested, stepping forward but tripping on your heels into his arms.
“....I might be a little tipsy,” you added with a small voice.
“Uh huh,” he shook his head with a small laugh. You were so adorable he couldn’t stand it.
“Well here’s a reminder,” he grinned before pulling you into his body with the softest of kisses.
You knew you shouldn’t risk making out in your kitchen like this with literally everyone you were trying to convince you weren’t banging him in the next room, but you were indeed tipsy and you wanted him so badly. Your arms immediately wrapped around his neck and pulled him forward, jumping up and wrapping your legs around him. He set you on the counter while continuing to kiss you, not wanting to admit he really wasn’t strong enough to hold you on his own.
“I knew it!”
Dustin’s voice knocked you both from your lustful haze as you broke apart immediately and stared at him in horror.
“Dustin, man we weren’t.--”
“Save it,” he sighed as he turned around to go back to the living room. “Do whatever you want, I don’t care,”
Eddie ran after Dustin trying to explain you weren’t a thing for the second time, even though at this point why weren’t you? You couldn’t think about that now, you had to get your shit together.
“Shit!!!” you yelled at yourself as you ran upstairs to your room.
You needed a break from all this drama for the night.
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okay I have been. holding this in for so long
my feelings on Della Duck
okayokay I recognise that I am biased bc of my daddy issues, I am in no way denying that - this is not fact, just 1000% my OWN personal feelings on Della and her character in the reboot
idk how to add the read more I’m so sorry
so basically. I don’t like her. as you could probably tell. BUT I WANT TO SM. SERIOUSLY. LIKE SHE’S SPUNKY, SHE’S HILARIOUS, HER RELATIONSHIP WITH DONALD IS EVERYTHING TO ME
but the way her basically abandoning the triplets is never explored properly, and how she takes over Donald’s role as main caretaker, never addressing the extreme responsibility of taking care of children (even with Scrooge, who is still notoriously difficult to work with) that was dumped on them, even unintentionally
I think her arc could’ve been SO good. women are never allowed to make mistakes and own them in media. like Marinette in MLB being a huge creep never being addressed. or Wanda Maximoff barely getting a slap on the wrist after enslaving an entire town
I don’t think Della is a bad person, as we see she really didn’t mean to leave her family, but like. even if it was a mistake, she still went on that rocket ship. no one bribed or forced her (even if Bradford pushed her towards it, he didn’t hold a gun to her head to step onto the ship) but she still did it, KNOWING SHE HAD EGGS AT HOME.
and if they just ADDRESSED all this shit in the show, and at least had her realise how much damage she caused, even unwittingly, I would’ve been more lenient
her being a bad parent being somewhat explored (barely imho, she just releases a monster and they fight it together and wow we’re fine now) and the expectations Dewey puts on himself to be a badass adventurer, or Huey being pressured to leave his comfort zone, or Louie not connecting with her at all, all these issues could’ve been genuinely good arcs, but they’re all poorly handled in my opinion (except for Dewey, I do like the episode where Della tells him he doesn’t need to be some cool explorer for her to love him, ONLY THAT ONE THO)
don’t even get me started on the time travel shit with Louie. yes he should’ve been punished, but with all the extenuating circumstances, IT SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN DELLA, and it CERTAINLY SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN LEAVING HIM IN AN EXPERIMENTAL DEATH TRAP WHILE THEY RUBBED SALT IN THE WOUND BY GOING ON THE ONE ADVENTURE HE WOULD’VE ACTIVELY LIKED
and how all the issues with Donald how they immediately reconciled and (at least onscreen) never talked abt everything (or ANYTHING tbh) and instead just “omg we miss each-other and that makes everything okay yay”
anyways that’s a very condensed version of all my shit on Della Duck.
tldr; she could’ve been so good, if they just put more time into unwrapping her and having her basically redeem herself
if I ignore all of that tho, I can mostly enjoy her in episodes. the mermaid one, absolute comedy gold when she’s doing the tic tac toe thing, made me choke
#xjl thoughts#ducktales#ducktales 2017#dt17#della duck#ducktales della duck#donald duck#ducktales donald duck#ducktales hdl#dt hdl#hdl#huey dewey and louie#scrooge mcduck#ducktales scrooge mcduck#uncle donald#uncle scrooge#anti della duck#goddd praying my lack of any attention of this acc pulls through#legit the only posts that get traction on here are the toh ones and tbh I’d like to keep it that way#not della duck friendly#ducktales 2017 critical#della duck critical#dt17 critical
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Merry Christmas in Australia!!!!
I have something to offer you on this holly holiday. F/O Christmas imagines!
Imagine celebrating Christmas with Callahan. He's pretty loaded, so you're definitely getting high end gifts. Buuuuuttt that's not all! You know those Christmasy fun things you see on YouTube or TikTok that you want to do, but you know it's out of your pay grade? Like a hot chocolate bar, or more fancy baked desserts that require specific ingredients? Well, sure Callahan is a jerk... But, for you, I'm certain he'll accommodate whatever you want to try... As long as you return the favor with whatever he wants to do with you 😏
Imagine trying to pull Cruella away from work. Before you, she probably worked through Christmas if she wasn't invited to any masquerades or parties. This year, nothing of the sort happened, so your mean wife is trying to get a head start on her spring fashion line. But you know that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity to have a nice, at-home Christmas with your high class Cruella. Cruella may not be so easily swayed by your femine wiles like Callahan, though you are the only one on the planet who has a smidgen of a chance at getting Cruella out of her office and in her furs with a mug of cocoa. Do you succeed?
Imagine a cozy little Christmas with Jim!! He is a tad upset he didn't get a good poaching job before; he really wanted to treat you this year his inner sugar daddy shines through on your birthday and Christmas I bet. But you know how to take his mind off of it ^^ you tell him you don't need some fancy present or anything like that. All you need is your favorite outdoors man, some Christmas movies and snacks, and a blanket big enough for you two to share- or better yet, one of his flannels 😏
Imagine that since Otis celebrates Christmas early for you, you don't have to worry about fitting him in your Christmas Visits schedule so much. You can see him first! I.... Can't guarantee that the way the Fireflies celebrate Christmas is very family friendly. But I can say that Otis is definitely gonna try to be gross about the mistletoe tradition with you. Also, you can get away with putting a Santa hat on him this year. He'll be a grump about it, act like he doesn't want it, but note how he doesn't take it off (if it were Baby, he would have. But it came from you ^^)
I hope these put a smile on your face! Even if they are a little OOC I bet 😅 Merry Christmas!
Merry (belated) Christmas Eve In America!!!
SARAH!!
I completely wasn't expecting this- thank you so so much!! As you know I accidentally woke up way too early but it was completely completely worth it to read this and thank you before all the Christmas craziness began!!
Ahhh! These are so perfect, my heart is feeling all squirmy!! XDD They fueled me all day XD No really, whenever I got tired 💤💤💤 I started thinking about them and felt better XD
And- of course- I couldn't help it and had to write lil x reader excerpts for each of these ideas below the cut XDD I wanted to write them all, but the Christmas vibes are slipping away from me- so I just did Callahan and Otis! (Truly couldn't resist XD) XD I LOVED THEM ALL, THOUGH, I ASSURE YOU! XD
(Professor) Callahan x reader:
You weren't sure about staying over Christmas eve and spending Christmas morning with Aaron- it seemed pretty close. Intimate. Sentimental, for him. Sure, you were becoming closer but he didn't seem the type to do Christmas.
Definitely a Scrooge type, you thought.
But you're surprised to see him put in some effort this morning! Sure, he's just sitting there at the kitchen table with bedhead in his pyjamas (An oddly casual navy blue t-shirt and sweatpants combo that always makes you feel a little hot. Or a lot depending on how close he stood to you) drinking a black coffee while you open up expensive presents he shouldn't have got you and peer excitedly into a box of beautiful Christmas breakfast pastries he ordered this morning for you both, but its nice. Its... conventional, except for the fanciness of his townhouse and the gifts he got you. Its just the two of you, not flirting not fucking not arguing, just spending an almost domestic Moment together. It would almost be traditional, if it weren't for the nature of your relationship hanging over your heads- though you don't really mind that. Its cosy!
Finally after thanking him profusely for the gifts, and telling him he really didn't need to get you that much!!, you go get him his present; setting it in front of him with a childish Christmas eagerness. "This one's for you! Go ahead, open it."
"I can see you wrapped it yourself," He teases, picking it up with one hand and silently laughing at the crazy bad wrapping. Sighing and rolling your eyes with a grin, you shake your head at him and urge him to go on then- go on- stop harassing me about my sad gift wrapping skills and open it!
While he opens it, telling you he was looking for one of these when he realises what it is, you go and pick out a pastry for yourself and a Christmas tree donut for him, and sit down in the chair beside him; angling your knees towards him and resting your own feet on top of his under the table. He picks up the donut and gives it a good assessment, smirking in amusement at the silly food.
Meanwhile you wait a moment, thinking about it (About how unexpectedly good this morning has been with him so far. How warm you feel inside spending it with him. You really never expected it to be good like this, you expected him to ignore the holiday, but he did all this for you... ), before leaning over and gifting him a sweet kiss on the cheek. You couldn't help it. "Thank you, Cal, Merry Christmas."
"As much as I like my gift Y/N, you can pay me back in bed later." He tells you offhandedly, not even looking up from his curious silly breakfast. You almost laugh.
"Of course." You grin instead, shaking your head.
Otis B Driftwood x reader:
After the kiss under the mistletoe that leaves your lips bruised, your mouth tasting of all the shit that Otis puts in his (An amalgamation of bad alcohol, smokes, some cum, some blood, and bad - sometimes off, - food tasting something like rot and battery acid), and your ass in need of an ice pack from the way he squeezed it, he tries to just give you a dirty filthy smirk and leave you there- but you dig your fingers into the front of his tight shiur before he can and draw him back to you. "Not so fast."
"Wh- "
"Hold on." Giving him a mischievous look, you reach with one hand into your deep coat pockets (Your other hand still holding him there) and pull out something red and white, and fluffy. Immediately a groan rolls out of your feral boyfriend, his head actually falling back a moment. Your eyes widen at him with that cheeky smile, and you nod. "Uhuh, yes."
"Fuck. no."
"Fuck yes." You don't wait for him to agree, you know he never will; you just reach up onto your tip toes against him and pull the santa hat on over his hair. When you settle back down onto the heels of your feet and take in the full picture, his cranky unamused, bearded frown and stormy blue eyes and that innocent-looking santas hat on his head!!, you cant help but laugh. "You look so good!!"
"Aghh,"
"Really!" You laugh, covering your mouth. "I think I'm hot."
"Right." He rolls his eyes, setting his strong scarred hands on his hips- but not taking it off. That really just shows how good a mood he's in; allowing you your little joke. There's even a ghost of a smirk on his mouth. "Sure. I believe that crap."
Spurred on by his almost pleasant demeanour, you give him mommy finger and add; "You gotta keep it on the rest of the night.", a teasing grin on your lips to match his.
Giving a sigh and a shake of his head, Otis just shrugs at you, like- fucking fine! whatever~, walking off towards the drinks table. You watch him go, tucking your thumbs into your back pockets, the softest look on your face. If he was always like this... well, its not a thought even worth thinking about. But- its nice, when he is.
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Whumptober day 25: Silence is Golden
Fandom: Ducktales
Prompts;
Lost voice
Duct tape
"You better start talking."
I mean really, how could I not torture (it came out more implied than anything…) Donald? Also; sorry in advance for anyone who likes good parents Hortense and Quackmore…. And sorry its kinda short! These things keep loosing length, where did it all go??
The family tree was all over the place, to say the least, but one thing thats pretty common, is the tempers. You'd think they'd stop having kids eventually, a recipe for disaster for anyone you asked.
When the McDucks joined the family, it was a surprise to everyone. Hortense and Quackmore were at eachothers throats as much as they were head over heels. And when she got pregnant? Lets just say you didnt want to see her angry.
They didnt know what to expect, for the parents or children, but the other generations so far had done their jobs, they were sure the kids would be fine. They may fight, but they loved eachother, and they'd love the children too.
Itd be fine.
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Donald and Della are turning 6, and Grandma Duck is throwing them a party. She hasn't seen much of her grandkids, holidays maybe, in pictures sure, so she wanted this to be the best birthday.
Shes more than ready when her son pulls up. He takes a moment to leave the car, talking to the twins before helping them from the back seats. She bends down with open arms, but it takes a nudge from Quackmore for the two to come in for a- stiff- hug.
"I'm sorry Ma, but I have to go. Hortense and I have a thing, thanks for taking care of them today though!"
"Oh, uh of course dear. You know im always delighted to see family."
"Thanks, you two be good."
She watches her son leave with a frown, before looking down at two of her grandchildren,
"Well then birthday kiddos, lets go have some fun yeah?"
Donald hasnt said a word. And Elvira knows he can, she might not have seen them often, but she remembers the few times she had. Shes thankful at least, that he seems to get along with his cousins, though hes rare to leave Dellas side.
Fethry finally pulls him away, and Elvira is quick to sweep down and smile at the birthday girl.
"Having fun Della?"
"Yes grandma. Thank you." She stands stiffly, hands fidgeting with her skirt.
"Of course dear, can I ask you something sweetheart?"
"...sure." She answers hesitantly.
"Why… why isnt your brother speaking dear?"
"Oh… Donalds lost his voice grandma. I've been tryin ta find it, but daddy- father says, that we should forget." She admits quietly.
"Lost… I see. Well, lets look together then, shall we?"
"Oh really??" Her eyes light up, "you'll help us look Grandma?"
"Yes, I'm sure the cousins could help too, lets go find that voice of his."
Later that year, Hortense and Quackmore die in a car accident. And Elvira takes the two in for a while, Scrooge had been in the will, but she wonders if he'll be up to the task. She'll be around either way, and she would find Donalds voice.
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Donald wakes with duct tape around his bill. Its not a new occurance, he lives a life of adventure- whether he liked it or not. It seemed people really thought keeping him quiet scared him or something. He could understand if his voice annoyed them, but they always taunted the fact he couldnt communicate anymore like he didnt know at least 2 other ways to do so.
The villian of the week is monologuing, Della is sitting across from him, looking bored out of her mind. Donald makes a couple of eye and shoulder movements- twitches at best- that she responds with in a simular fashion.
"Hey! What are you two doing?!" He cuts off mid sentence to yell the question, as if they could answer with any more than a raised brow.
"You're not talking your way out of this. You'll be stuck in silence for the rest of your short lives, and I'll be living rich somewhere!"
Donald rolls his eyes, even as the guy kicks him for it. He was weak to say the least, though crafty enough to nab them. It was a chore more than anything though, Scrooge would come bursting in any minute, treasure in hand and ready to gloat and taunt for hours to come.
Two more minutes of angry ranting, Della mocking him everytime his back is turned, and Scrooge finally arrives.
"Get yer grimy hands off me wards!"
"McDuck! Er, no! I win this time! I have the upper hand!"
"Ye got nothing of the sort, these two trouble makers could have escaped ages ago." Their Uncle is wrong of course, Dellas pocket knife cut through her bindings a while ago. And Donald had gotten the knot undone a couple minutes after he woke.
Della shows off her free limbs cheekily, Donald rolling his eyes once more as he stands and stretches, gauging his injuries as he does so.
Scrooge does his whole thing, takes the guy down and turns to them with a lesson or lecture on his tongue, when he stops and gives them his equivlent of a worried look.
"Is the tape stuck?" He asks carefully.
Donald frowns, feeling the pull on his bill, and realizes he'd completely forgotten, and so it appears did Della.
The 12 year olds carefully pull the tape from eachothers bills, working their mouths to rid the ache. Apparently Donald was more used to it than he thought…
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"You better start talking!"
Well thats a first. Donald could only remember a handful of people who wanted him to talk. There was far more times where people wanted him to shut up, and this guy wanted him to talk…
He looks to the kids behind him, six of them, all relying on him right now. He looks back to the villian with a glare,
"Let the kids go and I'll tell you." He says it slower than usual, over pronouncing to try and be understood.
"You're in no place to make demands Duck. Scrooge isnt coming this time, you start talking, or the kids start walking." He motions to the plank with a twisted smile, uncaring who he has to hurt for his gain. Gosh, this wasnt even an adventure this time. It was a reward trip for the kids, a vacation to help them relax and have fun like children. Scrooge wasnt coming, this was up to Donald, and he wouldnt let anything happen to them.
"The maps in the stars."
He gives instructions, piece by piece, keeping the kids behind him at all times. His hands stay behind his back, forming signs and shapes and tapping patterns. Donald is forced ashore with most of the crew, in hunt of the treasure, but he leaves the kids with clear instructions. He trusts them to complete them, while he handles the rest. After all, this treasure was still here for a reason.
The cave is shaped like a toothy mouth, gaping, dark and dank. Things move in the dark at the opening, but the further in they go, the less life there is. Statues in varying states line their path, Donald determinedly doesnt look at them, but he knows the crew is getting spooked.
"Its right through there." He says finally.
The captain swipes his blade and Donald goes down with a shout, arms pressed tightly to the slash across his body.
"Shut him up. Im tired of that voice. We have treasure to collect."
One of the men ties rope across his bill, and pulls his hands behind his back, aiming a kick to his wounded front, before the whole lot enters the last chamber of the cave.
Donald huffs and heaves, rope rubbing painfully at his bill and every breath pulling at his cut. Blood dripping from his collar bone to his hip in steady lines, he needs to get out of here and make sure the kids are okay. He hears shouts from within, cut off almost immediately after they start, and forces himself to roll onto his knees.
He stumbles his way from the cave, each statue a stablilizer as he goes. Horror and pain stricken faces on each, adventures and innocents long lost to the curse of this place. Even Glomgold had been wise enough to leave this one be, most saw the statues and wisely turned back. Scrooge had tried to go in, almost getting Della turned to stone in the process, before turning back.
One of the statues has a fallen sword by it, old and broken, but the jagged end still does the job of freeing his wrists. He presses his arms to his front once more as he hurried towards the ship. The kids are jumping off it as he arrives, running towards him. He drops down and catches the boys, the girls not far behind them, toppling them all over.
"Unca Donald! Youre hurt!" Louie is the first to notice, and Donald feels bad for the blood on their clothes.
His fingers move quickly as he tries to assure them hes fine. He feels the ropes slide off his bill and blinks a bit, Lenas hand stops glowing and Donald gives her a grateful smile. To prove he'll be fine, he stands, and motions towards the ship, he could get them going and find a first aid kit hes sure.
Donald had found his voice long ago, it had been taken from him often enough that he learned to communicate without it. And those that cared, had done the same. But they also took the time to learn his voice, luring it out of hiding and encouraging it. So that a lost voice would always find its way home.
#you better start talking#whumptober2022#no.25#lost voice#duct tape#ducktales#fic#angst#implied child abuse#blood and injury#kidnapping#threats of violence#donald angst#open ending
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Unfinished Work #47: Untitled
I just remembered this existed! I had the song stuck in my head when I started writing it lol. I don’t recall exactly how it was supposed to go, but it was gonna be about Scrooge realizing his blood daughter does magic and being Upsetti about it, with plenty of Weblena in the mix.
Webby is freshly sixteen, covered in ectoplasm, and hugging Lena close as they tumble through the portal she'd opened, sprawling across her bed with a laugh. Lena's arms were warm around her neck, but that was nothing compared to the warmth of her smile. Her sweater was rumpled around the edges, betrayed the barest hint of her shoulders.
"Happy birthday, Webs," she murmured, stretching up to kiss her.
Webby eagerly kissed back, breaking apart to nuzzle their beaks together. Lena's fingers traced the griffin scars on her cheek with familiarity. "We should destroy gods more often," she whispered.
"We should," Lena whispered back.
Violet, who had come out of the portal last, grabbed the nearest pillow and hucked it at Webby's head, getting two birds with one yeet. "Absolutely disgusting content in my good Christian coven. I have to sleep in that bed tonight."
Lena hurled the pillow back. "It was her birthday gift!" she squawked, face turning bright red. Webby rolled to the side, giggling maniacally as she sat up.
"Lena, if you got your girlfriend kisses for her birthday instead of an actual present, I'm pretty sure our Fathers would disown you." The hummingbird shucked off a jacket covered in gunk and waved it threateningly in Webby's direction. "First shower is yours, birthday girl. Don't make me get the purifying bells."
Webby leaned over for one last kiss, shimmying off the bed with a squeal. Their fingers stretched out, linked, before finally breaking. "Be right back, girls!"
Violet tsked. "I can sleep in ectoplasm, blood, and gravel. But you just had to soil our duvet with cooties."
"I regret nothing," Lena replied, sprawling out in a sort of sludge-snow angel.
She hummed an acknowledgement, sitting on the edge of the blankets. "I hope Mr. McDuck won't be too upset we missed the party."
"Meh. Teenagers play hooky all the time. He should expect it."
"For birthday parties?"
"I dunno, probably. Especially when the alternative can be defeating gods with your best friends, one of which also happens to be your girlfriend."
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You gotta dig a little deeper
Don't have far to go
You gotta dig a little deeper
Tell the people Mama told you so!
Can't tell you what you'll find
Maybe love will grant you a piece of mind
Dig a little deeper and you'll know
Webby's voice broke off as she twisted the water off, humming along to Mama Odie's chorus. She strutted over to the sink, digging out the toothbrush the Sabrewings had been kind enough to leave for her. Webby cleared away a layer of condensation on the mirror with a swipe of her hand and felt something in her heart twist. Freshly cleaned, her feathers tended to floof out. Always had.
It's only now, as a teenager, she can see the beginnings of whiskers dangling down her face.
Enraptured, Webby leaned her slight weight on the sink, feeling them with a damp hand. It was a small detail, really. A fairly normal occurrence for a lot of ducklings as they grew up and grew into their adult feathers. But, to her, it mattered. It mattered quite a lot.
Your daddy was a lovin man
Family through and through
You your daddy's daughter
What he had in him, you got in you
The smile fell from Webby's face as she recounted her latest adventure. She didn't think Scrooge would be upset she missed her birthday, seeing how he rarely ever went to any of his, but she shuddered to think of what he might say if he found out she was ditching to explode slimy gods shaped like polyps.
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Put On Your Raincoats | Ransom (Moorehead, 2021)
This is an anthology of segments, the first of which, "Ransom", is about a girl and her dirtbag boyfriend scheming to get her Scrooge-like father's money. They plan to do this by pretending that she's been kidnapped and sending the father a series of videos in which he pretends to rape her until the father pays up. The videos escalate in intensity, with the first two just having the two of them, although like Who Wants to be a Millionaire?, the guy decides to phone a friend and invite him for a threesome so he can get those millions. I don't know if anybody ever DP'ed Regis on the show, but the concept is the same.
This is very much playing into the forced sex kink, and the way the premise foregrounds the roleplay element probably makes this easier to swallow if that isn't necessarily your thing. I'll concede that people are into different things and reiterate that this is a judgment-free zone, but I found this off putting in ways the filmmakers likely didn't intend, and it mostly comes down to the guy. Not only does he not shut up during any of this, but he does a Batman growl and directs his dirty talk not at his girlfriend, but at the father. (He alternately calls him both "Daddy" and by his actual name. Pick a lane, fucko.) I'll concede that some of this might have been hot, but it's hard to enjoy the intensity of the proceedings in light of these distractions.
I'll also concede that one should limit their stylistic expectations with modern pornography, but if the conceit is that these sex acts are being recorded, it would help if the cinematography evoked the diegetic camera. Obviously a static camera would make for a pretty boring segment, but you could solution it by having one or more characters act as camera operators and film some or all of this POV-style. However, maybe "redeems" is a strong word, but the twist at the end packs a suitably sleazy punch. I won't give away too much, but Shaun Costello would have been proud.
I do think the second segment, "The Countdown", is quite a bit better, and would recommend just watching that if you're not hung up on seeing the whole feature. It's got a pretty sturdy horror premise, with two characters being trapped in a prison cell under surveillance figuring out that their captors reward them for physical contact and deciding to fuck and suck their way to freedom. The dark, grubby cell gives this an effective mise an scene, and I found the performances by Eliza Jane and Ryan Driller pretty sympathetic. As a refreshing contrast to the previous movie, I appreciated that these are basically two good people trying to save each other from a bad situation. Jane acknowledges Driller's guilt over having to cheat on his pregnant wife, and helps motivate him accordingly. Also, the way that both characters channel their anger towards their captors into the sex is both narratively sound and super hot. The boingoingoing factor is strong, is what I'm saying. So this is pretty effective as both pornography and horror, and worth checking out if you're looking for a mix of the two.
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Day 9: “Stop being such a Scrooge!”- Din Djarin
A/N: Thank you to @rianreid who requested this for our favorite Mandalorian. Thank you for reblogging, commenting (I really like these), and liking.
Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader
Warning: kissing and angry Din but mostly fluffy
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Day 9: “Stop being such a Scrooge!”- Din Djarin
“That was reckless! The kid is being hunted by the empire and half the galaxy is on our tail. And you thought it would be a smart idea to take him into the market?! Alone?! With no weapon!?” Din never raised his voice but he was nearly vibrating with rage at you. His hands clenched into fists at his side, his stance intimidating. You could almost feel the way his eyes burned into you from under the helmet.
“Everything was under control, I scoped out the market before I brought him! I would never put the child in danger, I just wanted him to have a few nice things for the holiday. This is his first Life Day with us, and I just wanted it to be special. Stop being such a scrooge!” He doesn’t say anything and you really didn’t expect him to, he just walks toward the ladder and climbs into the cockpit. The engine hums to life and he shouts down the hatch to strap in.
You take the child in your arms and he sniffles, “Oh my sweet angel please don’t be frightened your daddy was only worried about your safety,” you coo at the child and he nuzzles into your chest as you pat his back and climb into the cockpit.
Din sits rigid in his seat and you watch him keep his eyes on the controls ahead never looking back at you. Putting the child in his seat and strapping him in, before moving over to your own. The crest lifts off into the atmosphere until you reach the inky darkness of space, the lights begin to blur and you jolt forward into hyperspace.
“Where are we off to now?”
He doesn’t answer, not even turning to acknowledge you. You sigh, closing your eyes and leaning back in the seat. How long you stay like that you don’t know only awakening when the soft snores of the child reach your ears. You blink several times to adjust to the low light of the cockpit before opening your eyes and look around. The child is sleeping in the co-pilot's seat and the Mandalorian is nowhere to be found. You shift and a long black cloak falls from across your chest.
Din’s cloak. The material is well worn and filled with holes and you hold it close to your face and breath in the scent of the grass after a fresh spring rain on your home planet. He must have put it over you when you were sleeping. He can’t be that angry if he still cared enough about you getting cold.
You fold it over and stand putting it down in the seat and descending the stairs into the main hull. Din is seated at the edge of the storage cupboard he calls a cot, the child's hammock swinging lightly behind him. His hands on his helmet.
“Din?” you call out but he either doesn’t hear or is choosing to ignore you, you try again louder and he drops his hands and looks over toward you. You take a few steps closer until you are standing before him. “I...I’m sorry...I shouldn’t have taken the child out today. I just, I wanted him to have something like a normal child would.”
“I’m not mad that you took the child out, cyar’ika, I’m angry that you didn’t tell me. I came back after finding that bounty and you and the child were gone. No note. Nothing.”
“I’m sorry,” you try to say but he keeps going.
“Do you have any idea how worried I was?” his hands clench and unclench at his sides and you move to grab the glove between your fingers intertwining them.
“Din, I am so sorry. I wanted to surprise you, I didn’t think you would beat us home,” he stiffens on the last word and you feel your cheeks burn.
“Say that again,” he whispers.
“Home. You are my home Din Djarin,” he moves the other hand to gently rest upon your cheek, his touch warm as his thumb rubs gently. He cups your chin and moves you forward to rest your forehead against the cool beskar.
You close your eyes and savor the closeness. He’s let down his guard with you and you do not want to break the moment long fought for with frivolous words. Din is the first to speak surprisingly, “Cyar’ika?”
Mhmm you hum lips almost touching the helmet with how close he is holding you. “What’s a scrooge?”
You giggle and pull back looking into the visor imagining the confused look on his face, “It’s an old terran story about this man who has lots of credits and is haunted by three spirits who teach him the meaning of Life Day. He’s also a very grumpy old man, who hates fun.”
Din huffs out a chuckle, one of the few you’ve ever heard and you beam up at him. “Is that what you think of me cyar’ika? That I am a grumpy old man, who hates fun?”
“No, Din. You are only grumpy when you haven’t slept in a couple days and the child thinks you are loads of fun! Remember last week when you did all those barrel rolls in the crest, he was laughing and cheering louder than a crowd at a pod race.”
His voice drops an octave and you gulp, “and the old part?”
“I’ve never seen your face Din,” you mumble looking away, “for all I know you could be ancient under there.” He stands up and pulls you close, you yelp as your chest hits the cold beskar.
“Close your eyes,” he says so quietly you almost miss it and have to ask him again. “Close your eyes, cyar’ika.”
You tremble and close them tight. The hiss of the helmet makes your lungs seize and your heart beat double time. Understanding the amount of trust he is placing on you right now. You feel his moist breath against your lips, and you lick them in anticipation. “Could an old man do this?” he whispers his voice free of the mask, and deep.
You whimper against his lips and he lifts your hands to his hair. Running your fingers through the short locks feeling the soft curls. He has a mustache and it tickles your upper lip as he moves against you. All the air escaping your lungs until you are consumed by him and only him.
“Din,” you whine as he moves down and places a kiss to each of your cheeks, your nose, eyelids, and forehead before placing one last lingering kiss on your lips.
This time when he presses his forehead against your own there is no barrier separating you and you enjoy the press of his skin against your own. Your hearts beating together and breaths intermingling. “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”
“What does that mean?” you ask as he pulls away and replaces the helmet. You open your eyes meeting the visor again.
“I will tell you someday,” he promises taking your hand and pulling you to lay with him on the small cot. “I’m feeling tired,” he sighs holding you close.
“Grumpy,” you clarify teasing and he lets out a small chuckle.
“Yes, cyar'ika, very grumpy,” his breathing evens out and he slowly drifts off to sleep. You watch the helmet and imagine the man beneath. Someday he would tell you what he said, and one day you may even see his face.
#12 days of Christmas#Pedro Pascal#din djarin x reader#din djarin#the mandalorian#the mandalorian x reader
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CHRISTMAS STARTERS
“Where has all the eggnog gone?”
“Do you want to decorate a ginger bread house with me?”
“The older I get, the more I understand the Grinch.”
“I bought matching Christmas pajamas for us!”
“I have wrapped like 200 presents and I am still not done.”
“I think the cat just ate some tinsel off the tree.”
“This is our first Christmas together and I want it to be special.”
“We can add a special ornament to the collection each year. This year's is for our future baby.”
“Can you help me put the star on top of the tree?”
“What do you want for Christmas?”
“Is this an ugly Christmas sweater kind of party, or do I have to wear pants?”
“Everyone is drunk on rum and unwrapping the wrong presents.”
“If I have to bake one more cookie, I am going to scream.”
“You have sprinkles in your hair.”
“Did you know that candy canes don't actually taste as magical as they look?”
“Let's go for a walk and look at Christmas lights!”
“What did you get [ insert name ] for Christmas? I have no idea!”
“Is your family coming over for Christmas?”
“Can you help me set the table? The guests will be here soon.”
“It's snowing on Christmas!”
“Can we make hot cocoa and watch a Christmas movie together?”
“Please hang up the stockings for the kids, so I can fill them.”
“Go ask mommy/daddy for a glass of milk for Santa.”
“You're my best Christmas present this year.”
“I think the roast is burning in the oven and grandma is already drunk.”
“How about Christmas in a cabin in the mountains this year?”
“We should do a Secret Santa with the others!”
“TURN OFF THE RADIO, LAST CHRISTMAS IS PLAYING!”
“I'm Scrooge and I expect to be visited by a couple of ghosts tonight.”
“I'm glad we get to spend Christmas together this year.”
“No one should be alone on Christmas!”
#christmas starters#christmas meme#rp meme#roleplay meme#roleplay starters#rp resources#roleplay resources#resource blog#rp meme blog
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Next Gen AU Storyline Sneak Peak: Louie & Lena
Louie & Lena
Louie and Lena are 25 when they have their twins
I would really want them to have a son named Casey, named after Casey Coot
I'm not entirely sure why
I chose the name a while back, when I was writing a story where Louie has a son
And then I would want them to have a daughter named Luna
Named after their ship name, cheesy, I know
It's also a really fitting name
What's Their Story?
They're twins, but they were separated at a young age
Casey was kidnapped by Magica when he was a baby
In this universe, Magica never got her magic ability back in The Phantom and the Sorceress
This drives Magica insane, and she focuses on getting back on the McDuck clan, using a pawn named Malcolm
Malcolm’s character will be explained later
Upon hearing that Louie and Lena are pregnant with twins, she immediately plans to take one one the kids
Louie and Lena tried their best to fend her off, but Magica isn't her usual self, she's calm, calculated, and vengeful
She successfully takes Casey with Malcolm’s help
Louie rounds the family up to search, but Magica is gone, and their son is nowhere to be seen
Louie and Lena are now faced with a tough decision: either tell their remaining daughter (when she is older) that she has a missing brother, or raise her as if she were an only child
They decide on the latter
The twins are now 13:
Lena has trained Luna in the "blue/friendship" form of magic
This means Luna's magic is pure, and powerful
She is still a beginner, though, not nearly as skilled as Lena when she was her age
Magica on the other hand has trained Casey in the dark, amulet, purple form of magic using the talisman, the one that we see Lena use in Season 1
Even though Magica herself isn't a magic being, she is versed in many forms of magic—as she's mentioned herself
She knows Casey would be a natural magical being due to him being Louie and Lena's son, so she began training him from a young age
This makes Casey a lot more skilled than Luna, and Magica's dark magic is a lot stronger than Lena's and Luna's "friendship/blue" magic
The only weakness is that Casey relies on the talisman, whereas Luna can access her magic whenever she needs to
What Abilities Would I Want Them to Have?
Casey:
Inherit his father's sharp eye, though he's not entirely sure why he's so good at reading any situation
He inherits Lena's magic ability, but is trained by Magica
This means that he's trained in dark magic
He's very skilled, as Magica has been training him since the age of 4
He's a lot more skilled than his sister
Luna:
She also inherits Louie's sharp eye
Whenever she and Casey are somehow in the same situation, trying to overcome each other, both are stumped by each other's plans
She inherits Lena's magic ability:
Even though the "blue/friendship magic" isn't as strong as Magica's dark magic, it's still pretty strong
Lena has mastered the art of friendship magic, and works on teaching it to her daughter
Lena begins training Luna at the age of 12, so she has about a year's worth of training
This means she isn't as skilled as her brother, but she’s still a threat
She doesn't depend on an amulet, nor does her magic harm her body
Personality Traits/Notes:
Luna:
Loves to solve mysteries
Like Lena, she is stubborn and short tempered
She likes history about her family
She can be lazy, often finding sharp loopholes out of her mothers various magic lessons
She's a daddy's girl
She doesn't know of Casey's existence
Casey:
Raised by Magica, which means he's not exposed to much affection
Magica expects perfection in all of his magical abilities and skills, so it's made him seek perfection in every aspect of his life
This is because if he slips up, he would be severely punished by Magica
He gets extremely violent and angry if something isn't up to perfection
He is egoistic and self centered, not caring much about other people in his life, except his Aunt Magica
Unlike Luna, he is aware his biological family
Magica convinced him that Louie and Lena "picked" a child, and it wasn't him
Due to this, he despises everyone in the McDuck clan, especially Scrooge, Louie, Lena, and Luna
He is raised, thinking that his destiny is to kill and destroy the McDuck Clan
But he's also inherited Louie's sensitivity, meaning that deep down, he's depressed
Appearance:
Luna:
Luna has bangs shaped like her father’s when he was younger, and has fluffy light hair cascading down her shoulders
She has a natural blue streak in her hair
She is tomboyish
She likes to wear the colour blue, like her Uncle Dewey—she wears a navy, biker style leather jacket over a plain white shirt, with black jeans and black combat boots
Casey:
Is supposed to have a blue streak in his hair, but due to exposure to Magica and her talisman, that streak slowly became a violent shade of purple
He dresses very professionally—Casey wears a black dress sweater over a white collared dress shirt, with black dress pants and dark sneakers
His hair is clipped short, and it resembles Lena’s hair
He wears his purple talisman underneath his dress shirt, making sure nobody can see it
Other Notes:
Luna is bisexual
Casey is hetorosexual
#ducktales#ducktales next gen au#louie duck#lena sabrewing#lena de spell#casey duck#luna duck#magica de spell#louna#louie x lena
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avoid the unhappy ending (ch8)
ships/characters: Goldie, Fergus, Downy, Fethry, Gladstone, Scrooge/Goldie
words (ch8): ~1600
summary: Goldie comes to town to see Scrooge. Instead, she somehow manages to run into literally everyone else.
ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27108943/
[1 & 2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]
Chapter 8 under the cut:
Sneaking over to Scrooge’s study wasn’t an issue. Goldie didn’t hear the sounds of Beakley or any kids moving around, didn’t see Duckworth’s ghost - finally she would just find Scrooge and talk to him for a bit and then leave.
Almost to the study door, Goldie frowned. Maybe she should hang around for a little longer than a bit after all the trouble she’d gone through to find him. But after spending so much time with the family already, just the idea of staying longer felt overwhelming. This was just supposed to be a quick visit, not some celebratory weekend vacation. There was no anniversary, no birthday, she just wanted to say hi.
She took a deep breath and opened the door, smiling brightly in preparation.
And...empty.
Goldie didn’t even bother to look around and check. This was just what she should’ve expected. She walked forward and sat in Scrooge’s desk chair, putting her feet up.
“Scroogey, Scroogey, Scroogey,” Goldie said in a sing-song tone. “Where could you be…”
She looked over the desk, checking out the headers of every paper. Eventually her eyes landed on a calendar, and Goldie excitedly sat up straight and grabbed it, using her pointer finger to find her way to the current date.
Nothing. It was blank. Looks like he had a free Saturday to do whatever he wanted. In this case: running around and avoiding his ex-everything. Or whatever he was calling her these days.
She sighed loudly and plopped her head down on the desk. Why was this so difficult? Was she having a bad day or was she just bad at this suddenly? She rotated her head so her cheek was shoved against the grain, beak tapping on the wood as she considered what to do next. There were so many rooms in this house, and knowing Scrooge...he probably didn’t waste any of them. He had reason to be in literally any room at any time. He could be looking for her by this point. Maybe she should listen to the hummingbird kid and just text him after all.
Goldie grabbed her cell phone out of her pocket and turned on the screen, taking a moment to enjoy her background. It was an old photo of Scrooge she’d taken when he was asleep and he looked particularly cute. He didn’t know about it and probably wouldn’t like the angle, but she could practically hear him snoring when she looked at it long enough.
She had a missed call and two texts she didn’t feel like responding to. What was the point of being on an adventure if she had responsibilities somewhere else?
Just as her thumb slid over to click on her messages, a phone started to ring.
Goldie jumped, not expecting the sound, and quickly scanned the room for the source. Scrooge had a shelf lined with different phones, all labeled, and one of them was ringing loudly.
After the fourth ring with no one coming to answer it, Goldie bit the inside of her cheek and exhaled. She stood up and walked over to the phones, staring at the one that wouldn’t stop ringing.
“Dismal Downs…?” Goldie said softly, trying to remember where she’d heard that name before. It sounded Scottish, for sure. Was it somewhere in Glasgow?
Despite all the traveling she’d done over the years, Goldie had never been to Glasgow. Going there without Scrooge’s invitation felt...wrong. Unlike breaking into his American home, which felt very very right.
Hesitantly, Goldie picked up the phone and held it up to her ear.
“...hello?”
“What?” the voice at the other end said in a thick, barely understandable accent. “Who’s this? The maid?”
“Not even close. Who’s this?”
“This is Fergus McDuck! Where’s Scrooge? His mother’s been waitin’ for him to call and the phone hasnae rang once!”
Goldie smiled. Now she remembered the name Dismal Downs. That’s where Scrooge’s magic immortal castle was keeping his family alive.
“Scrooge isn’t here, but I’ll be sure to let him know his Dear Ol’ Daddy’s upset,” she said smugly, imitating his accent.
The voice on the other end paused. “You’ve got quite the mouth on ya. Who is this?”
She considered, briefly, hanging up and not saying anything. But this was kind of fun. “The name’s Goldie.”
“Ach? Goldie? From Goldieburg?” He sounded genuinely confused.
“I’m sorry - Goldieburg?”
“Aye, Scrooge mentioned a Goldie back when he came to fix up the castle. Is that you?”
She felt an odd flutter thinking that he talked to his parents about her. What was that about? Just complaining? Especially back then...their relationship was still very new. He couldn’t have had many good things to say.
“Probably. I don’t think he knows any other Goldie.”
“Downy!”
“Yes, Fergus?” Goldie could hear a woman’s voice in the distance, similarly accented.
“Scrooge’s wee burd is on the phone!”
“Our Scroogey’s? Does she sound nice?”
“No, not in the least. Probably a good match for our son, then.”
“Oh, Fergus! Don’t be such a grump!”
Goldie wasn’t sure how to react to what she was hearing. They had the wrong idea, but also kind of not the wrong idea. It’s not like she needed to explain the whole situation to them. It’d probably confuse the old folks, or give them a very bad impression of their son.
“Let me talk to her!”
The mother of her long-time rival-slash-love-interest wanted to talk to her?
She hung up, grimacing. That started out funny, but quickly dissolved into too much. They were probably going to make a thousand assumptions that Scrooge would grill her about later. On the plus side, she was definitely going to ask about what the hell Goldieburg meant.
The phone started to ring again and Goldie bolted out of the room. The kids were still nowhere to be seen, it sounded like Beakley was back in the kitchen, and she didn’t feel the presence of any magic or ghosts.
It was time to continue checking the rooms one-by-one, then.
Goldie passed through the foyer, making her way to the other side of the mansion, when the front doorknob started to turn. She eyed the door suspiciously and waited to see who was about to enter. The front hallway wasn’t an ideal spot to greet Scrooge, but she’d take whatever she could get at this point.
The door swung open - it wasn’t locked? - and Goldie raised an eyebrow as she took in the image of the two ducks in front of her.
“I told you it’d be unlocked, Buddy!”
“Boy, Gladstone, when you’re right, you’re right!”
They looked up and made eye contact with Goldie. She stared back, unblinking, trying to figure out who in the world she’d just witnessed breaking into Scrooge’s mansion without breaking a sweat - she was supposed to be the only one who could do that.
The duck in the back smiled and walked forward a few steps, clearly about to say something to Goldie when his eye caught something on the ground. “Hey! Twenty dollars!” He leaned down and grabbed it.
Goldie gaped. How the hell had she not noticed that money? And also… “Wait a second, are you...Gladstone?”
He looked up at her, looked her up and down, and then tapped his beak. “Last time I checked! And you... look vaguely familiar!”
The other duck came up behind him and looked over Goldie as well. “Gladstone...don’t you know who this is?”
“Not at all!” Gladstone said more enthusiastically than necessary.
“This is...Mrs. Beakley!”
“Ooohh -”
“No I am not. ” Goldie crossed her arms over her chest. “Goldie. O’Gilt? And you must be Fethry, then. You two have certainly grown. What are you doing here?”
“Goldie! That’s it!” Gladstone plopped a fist into his open hand for emphasis. “I remember you kidnapping me once!”
She rolled her eyes. “It wasn’t a kidnapping. Just...kid-borrowing.”
“Oh, oh! I remember that, too!” Fethry clapped his hands together. “I remember crying very very much.”
“Yes, there was lots of annoying crying,” Goldie said. “But I needed some good luck that day.”
Gladstone shrugged again. “Well, no one else would be able to help with that! And I won so many free pizzas.”
“Donald was so mad he almost tore up my hat!” Fethry laughed for a few seconds, before suddenly stopping and staring out into nothing.
The other two stared at him, expecting him to say something else, but he stayed quiet.
“Right. So, speaking of Donald, where is he?” Gladstone pointed at Goldie. “We’re supposed to be meeting him for lunch!”
“Oh, really?” Goldie asked with a raised eyebrow. “Last time I saw him, he was gardening by the pool. Didn’t look like he had late lunch plans.” She looked up at a nearby clock. “Very late lunch plans.”
“I got lost!” Fethry said with a smile.
“And I didn’t really want to be here,” Gladstone added. “But we have a Della-related surprise to talk about, so!”
She sighed and pointed behind her towards the back of the house. “He’s that way. Just go.”
Gladstone frowned. “That’s a lot of walking.”
“I’ve got you, Gladdy!” Fethry reached over and picked up his cousin, slinging him over his shoulder. “To Donald!”
“To Donald!” Gladstone repeated, happily lounging.
Goldie watched them walk away and sighed. Alright. She was giving up. There was no one left to ask except one person who she knew was just a few steps away. So what was the point in putting it off any longer?
She slowly made her way to the kitchen.
#ducktales#scroldie#goldie o'gilt#fergus mcduck#downy mcduck#downy o'drake#gladstone gander#fethry duck#fic#fics#avoid the unhappy ending
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Klaus (2019) Review & Analysis
I remember recently discussing with my fiancée how, though there have undoubtedly been a number of Christmas movies released in the last twenty years, none have really risen to the level of a “classic” – something you would want to watch every year as part of a tradition. It’s true I have not seen it, but still something tells me that 2008’s Reese Witherspoon vehicle Four Christmases is not on anyone’s annual watchlist… nor 2017’s Mel Gibson-infested Daddy’s Home 2. We concluded that the last “classic” was 2003’s Elf. And, while Christmas movies don’t have to mention Jesus or religion obviously, please don’t try to tell me that Frozen is a Christmas movie… it’s not! In some ways, given how secular things are, I began to wonder if there even was a market for holiday family fun movies, but of course, I’m an idiot because you can just make a whole movie about Santa Claus. Move over, Jesus, we gotta talk about the reason for the season!
Klaus released last holiday season on Netflix and at least in Chicago I saw billboards for it everywhere. Netflix went all in on promoting this as the next big Christmas movie and had some moderate success; they even grabbed an Oscar nom for best animated picture. Unlike most animated films these days, Klaus was made by neither DreamWorks nor Disney, and it shows. It lacks the refined polish of a Disney/Pixar feature, but also has a heart unlike a DreamWorks picture. The animation style can be best described as a hybrid of 2D and 3D (yet not quite 2.5D). At times the character models look like classic hand-drawn 2D models set within a mostly computer-generated 3D environment. But at other times, they look more 3D. It’s confusing to describe, and inconsistent to watch. It often felt like I was watching a compromise between a studio that wanted a distinct animation style but didn’t have the budget to fully realize it. Still, more often the not it’s a pretty movie.
More than the raw visuals, the movie has a fantastic sense of atmosphere… perhaps even too much at the beginning. Klaus is, in one sense, the story about how a lonely woodsman becomes the legendary Santa Claus, but for such a jolly premise, much of the film is shrouded in shadows and dominated by an oppressive, cold, snowy bleakness. In retrospect, this makes sense as the true triumph of Santa and “Christmas spirit” can only be best appreciated when it brings light to the darkest of places and times. Still, upon first viewing, I was quite surprised and shocked by the dark atmosphere and downright violent imagery on display at the beginning of the film, so much so that I was wondering if this really was a Christmas movie!
The darkness stems from the fact that our woodsman Klaus lives deep within the forest on a far north island, far far from the closest village which is a town called Smeerensberg and is famous for its never ending feuding and wickedness. It’s a genuine Nineveh of the North so it seems. The town’s feud centers around two rivalling clans (the film’s equivalent of the Hatfields & McCoys) and every villager belongs to one clan or the other. The two families’ feuds go back longer than anyone can remember (cave paintings exist that depict their feud), implying an original sin of sorts with the town being more born from hatred than spawning it. Hatred is so foundational that it infects every part of society. Unwilling to allow children to interact with the rival clans in classrooms, children just don’t go to school. Instead, they roam the streets playing pranks on old people and stabbing snowmen with carrots.
For the most part, Klaus lives his life separate from and unbothered by these unruly residents of Smeerensberg. What breaks his solitude is the arrival of a new post officer to Smeerensberg. More than a trivial side character, this post officer, Jesper Johansson, is surprisingly the main character of this movie all about the origins of Santa Claus.
Much like the residents of Smeerensberg, we the audience come to the film with a primary misunderstanding, much of what makes Santa famous today (the home invasion via chimney, the responding to letters, the reindeer-pulled sleigh) were the creative inventions of a spoiler-brat-turned-postman. So despite this movie being about the origins of Santa Claus, being a Christmas movie, you should have guessed that this will be some variant on Dickens’ classic tale. Jesper isn’t a classic Scrooge in that he doesn’t abhor Christmas, but he is self-absorbed, materialistic, and all-around not a great guy. He’s the spoiled son of a successful postal worker who controls a postal empire that looks more like an army. (The true fantasy of this movie has nothing do with sleigh bells and stocking stuffers… it’s the idea that the post office is a well-organized, well-respected, successful enterprise.) Anyways, recognizing his own son’s worthlessness, Jesper’s father decides to whip him into shape, ship him off to the God-forsaken land of Smeerensberg with an ultimatum: Jesper must process 6,000 letters from the town of Smeerensberg in a year or else be cut off from his father’s wealth. The problem? With how ugly the feud is in Smeerensberg, no one needs to write a letter to express their feelings when a cold snowball to the face (or worse) will get the point across quite clearly.
So now with the spoiled postal heir longing for silk sheets as he tries to survive out in the cold boonies, the movie gets a hint of the Emperor’s New Groove flavor… sans llama. It is only by sheer “chance” (we’ll get to that) that when Jesper visits the woodsman in a last ditch effort to find one person on the island who wants to send a letter, a piece of paper falls out of Jesper’s bag as he flees in horror of the woodsman (we’ll get to that). This piece of paper contains a drawing that a little boy made of himself locked in a high tower looking sad. In a very humorous scene, we had seen Jesper accidentally stumble across this drawing and then unsuccessfully try to scam the boy into giving him money so that Jesper could “mail” it back to him, rather than just give it back. Regardless, recognizing the little boy’s suffering, the woodsman decides to do something about it and enlists Jesper’s help. Luckily for the children of Smeerensberg, the woodsman has a barn full of toys. Yes, “a barn full of toys” is as creepy as that sounds and the films uses that creepiness to full effect when Jesper first meets the woodsman. The large, imposing, hooded, axe-bearing woodsman is far from the jolly fellow we know he is destined to become. He’s downright scary and given how violent the town of Smeerensberg is (Jesper almost dies when he first arrives because he’s tricked into ringing the war bell which sends the whole town into violent frenzy), we and Jesper are not wrong to assume the woodsman holds only ill-intentions. Essentially, the first meeting with the woodsman is supposed to be something akin to the reveal of the Beast in 1991’s Beauty & the Beast, a film so scary it sent my then two-year-old sister running out of theater in tears. Ultimately, I can’t speak for the mind of a child, but the tension for me here is certainly lessened by the fact that… well… we know the woodsman is Santa Claus. So even though Jesper is scared shitless and flees after meeting the woodsman, we know that there will be more to their story.
Still, even if not necessarily scary, the film does successfully shroud the woodsman in mystery, and his backstory is slowly and beautifully revealed throughout the film. I won’t spoil it here, but the script does a fantastic job of contextualizing the woodman’s stoic and aloof nature and explaining why that barn is so full of toys. The explanations come naturally and speak to a real human pain that I was not expecting from this film. In terms of emotion, the woodsman’s backstory almost reaches the opening montage to Up. ALMOST, I said, so put down the pitchforks!
So Jesper and the woodsman team up to deliver a present to that first child from the drawing. Or more accurately, the woodsman throws Jesper down a chimney to deliver a present while the woodsman looks on. The ensuing scene when the boy opens his present brought tears to my eyes. The woodsman (and we with him) watching the pure joy of a child receiving a present is truly nostalgic in its most literal sense. It hurts to see such joy, remembering that at one time you too could feel such joy from a hunk of plastic, and knowing you will never feel that way again. It’s a joy that few films outside of A Christmas Story with its the red rider BB gun really nail. Anyways, the little boy sees the woodsman through the window and finds his original drawing of himself locked in the tower which the woodsman leaves behind by accident. He surmises that the postman had devliered his drawing to the woodsman, and the woodsman responded with a present.
After that… well the rumor spreads wildly of the mysterious woodsman who comes down chimneys at night to give presents to children in response to letters. Now, the once dormant post office becomes a bustling hub of activity as children from all over flock to send letters to this Mr. Klaus. Kids even beg to go to school so that they can learn to write in order to get presents (much to the dismay of the disilliusioned teacher who long ago gave up on her dreams of teaching in a town where no child goes to school and had turned to being a fishmonger in order to pay the bills and one day afford to leave the town for good).
Gradually the children, who seemingly had no toys prior to Klaus and Jesper’s escapades, now joyously play together, regardless of which clan they belong to. Initially this upsets their parents greatly, but in the end it’s hard to really hate the parents of your children’s friends. The film promotes an age-appropriate and inspiring, if fanciful and naïve, notion that all the world’s problems would be solved if we all thought like children. As by spreading joy throughout the town, Jesper and Klaus inadvertently make the town a better place to live. It’s the theme of the film (not that they’re subtle about it): one act of good-will always begets another (or something like that). Still, all this doesn’t please the village elders, who abhor the change from the town’s hateful origins. They will ultimately serve as villains trying to put an end to all this gift-giving business.
Of course, there’s another villain of sorts, as well. Despite all the good he’s doing, Jesper is ultimately still motivated mostly by the notion of getting back to his old cushioned life. He is essentially using Klaus and preying on his kindness in order to launch himself back to a life of selfishness. It’s here the story feels most Dickensian, particularly in a scene where the school teacher (now love interest) acts functionally the same to the ghost of Christmas present and takes Jesper to the city center to see for himself the love and joy that he has helped bring to the world. But, still his desires to go home are strong, and, of course, he keeps them a secret. So between Jesper’s inner conflict about where he belongs in life and the external conflict of the community trying to fight back against a change in its culture, the film naturally comes to climax when the two conflicts meet and Jesper must confront both challenges at once.
What I’ve realized in writing this review … is that I am very impressed by the plot’s complexity and depth. The film weaves together at least three solid story arcs (Jesper’s coming-of-age/Scrooge-like-change-of-heart, Smeerenberg’s bubbling kindness revolution, and the woodsman’s aged hero who finds redemption and purpose after so many years alone). That all three feel fully supported and without any bloat is a testament to its absolutely solid writing, and for a kid’s film no less! Furthermore, the “origin” story genre can sometimes fall flat as it can just feel like the writers are writing more Wikipedia entries, explaining how every little aspect came to be more than just telling a good story. I call it the Han Solo trap. As for Klaus, the little tidbits about why Klaus uses reindeer and not horses, who the “elves” who work his workshop are, always clever and grow organically from the plot.
Plus, despite my opening doubts regarding whether the dark tone really fit a “Christmas” movie, the film very capably captures the joys of the Christmas season. Like Christians think about Jesus, Klaus/Jesper bring a world of light into a world of darkness. The film teaches about the importance of creating a loving community, of being selfless, and most importantly of respecting the spiritual aspect of the season. Even if this is a decidedly capitalistic/entrepreneurial movie, the film is not without a spiritual side. The previously mentioned “chance” of the woodsman seeing that initial drawing of the boy locked in the tower is no chance at all. Instead, throughout the film we see that the woodsman is “haunted” in a sense by a ghostly wind that points him in the path of righteousness. The film has its own explanation for what the force behind the wind is, but it is not too far of a stretch to point out the similarities between the wind and the Christian idea of the guiding Holy Spirit. Now, I’m not going to sit here and tell you that the woodsman represents God the Father and Jesper God the Son, (or is Klaus more the Christ figure?) because I think this movie is decidedly not Christian, but more I just want to highlight that I enjoyed that the film allowed for the presence of spirituality, which moves this film from the realm of secular kindness to one that recognizes the power and presence of some spiritual goodness, aligning with how many think of the “Christmas spirit.”
Now, let’s be clear, this is a fun, family classic, but it’s not a perfect film. In fact, I downright disliked the first twenty to thirty minutes, for the aforementioned tonal reasons, but also because I really disliked Jason Schwartzmann’s voice acting in the lead role of Jesper. My dislike lessened with the introduction of the woodsman, but it never went away fully. I can’t help but think this movie would be better with a different actor voicing Jesper. Everyone else does an adequate job with the voice work. J.K. Simmons as Klaus takes on an almost Batman-like stoic gruffness, and Rashida Jones as the teacher and love interest is just fine. And, again, I never really fell in love with the art style and it sometimes distracted me, and I found the soundtrack, particularly the main song to be rather lame and too much “of its time” than the typically timeless, more Broadway productions that Disney/Pixar put out. Still, director Sergio Pablos has done something I did not think possible. He and his team created a *new* Christmas classic, one that I’m sure will be played on an annual basis in many households across the world.
***1/4 (Three and a fourth stars out of four)
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CHRISTMAS STARTERS
“Where has all the eggnog gone?”
“Do you want to decorate a ginger bread house with me?”
“The older I get, the more I understand the Grinch.”
“I bought matching Christmas pajamas for us!”
“I have wrapped like 200 presents and I am still not done.”
“I think the cat just ate some tinsel off the tree.”
“This is our first Christmas together and I want it to be special.”
“We can add a special ornament to the collection each year. This year's is for our future baby.”
“Can you help me put the star on top of the tree?”
“What do you want for Christmas?”
“Is this an ugly Christmas sweater kind of party, or do I have to wear pants?”
“Everyone is drunk on rum and unwrapping the wrong presents.”
“If I have to bake one more cookie, I am going to scream.”
“You have sprinkles in your hair.”
“Did you know that candy canes don't actually taste as magical as they look?”
“Let's go for a walk and look at Christmas lights!”
“What did you get [ insert name ] for Christmas? I have no idea!”
“Is your family coming over for Christmas?”
“Can you help me set the table? The guests will be here soon.”
“It's snowing on Christmas!”
“Can we make hot cocoa and watch a Christmas movie together?”
“Please hang up the stockings for the kids, so I can fill them.”
“Go ask mommy/daddy for a glass of milk for Santa.”
“You're my best Christmas present this year.”
“I think the roast is burning in the oven and grandma is already drunk.”
“How about Christmas in a cabin in the mountains this year?”
“We should do a Secret Santa with the others!”
“TURN OFF THE RADIO, LAST CHRISTMAS IS PLAYING!”
“I'm Scrooge and I expect to be visited by a couple of ghosts tonight.”
“I'm glad we get to spend Christmas together this year.”
“No one should be alone on Christmas!”
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are you still doing those one shots. if so can you maybe do one with poe de spell as a good guy and he raised gene the genie years ago after saving him from merlock. and maybe poe is an old friend of della and she needs his help defeating his sister
1. “I need you.” Poe, Gene the Genie and Della
Poe entered his home after a long work day. He knew there was someone waiting for him there, someone he learned to see as a son. Long time ago, Poe found Gene the Genie under the influence of an evil sorcerer called Merlock. Genie was forced to fulfill each and every wish Merlock ordered him. In addition, thanks to a magic gem Merlock possessed and added to Genie’s lamp, he had infinite wishes.
Poor Genie was forced to help Melorck to do horrible things, even if it was painfully obvious the Gene didn’t want to do any of this. Obviously, Poe couldn’t allow this continue happening. He first separated the magic gem from Genie’s lamp, and hidden the lamp the best he could, to not allow Merlock take it again. After doing so, he had the longest and most magic battle he had ever experienced against this evil guy.
It was the most epic battle Poe ever had, and he – maybe thanks to his determination to save Genie – managed to defeat Merlock. He saved Gene the Genie from him. And since then, he freed him from the lamp and adopted him.
Poe sighed it was thanks to evil sorcerers like Merlock or like his sister that people saw magic as something evil. How wouldn’t they? Evil sorcerers caused a lot of harm and were the reason that a lot of people didn’t trust those who practice magic. That was Poe’s case for example. He tried to use his magic for good – and he still did – but not everyone could see that, actually, just a few people saw it.
“Oh, Daddy Poe, you’re back!”
Poe smiled proudly to his little boy. Genie was always happy to see him arriving home. Maybe he feared it could be someone else since despite having been freed from the lamp, Genie still had magic and could do some spells, for that reason, Poe was very cautious to let someone know the Gene was living with him, he didn’t want an evil person to try to force Genie to do horrible things again.
Poe didn’t considerer himself overprotective, he didn’t had Genie enclosed in his home, he allowed him to go outside, always asking him to be cautious, and if it was him who had to go out, he knew Genie would be waiting for him until he came back.
“Yes Genie, I’m here. How’ve been your day?”
“Oh, it has been awesome!” Genie answered with radiant expression “I’ve found a new online shoe named Dewey-Dew-Night. It’s quite fun!” he took his laptop to show it to Poe “You wanna see it!”
“Sure, why not?”
Both sat on the sofa and watched together the show Genie had founded. While watching it, Poe couldn’t deny this little boy named Dewey remembered him someone he knew long ago. A person who was probably one of the few persons who actually trusted him, and thought he was a good guy despite the fact of having magic. And this person was a young duck woman named Della.
In fact, Poe considered Della more than just one of the few persons who trusted him, he considered her a friend, a very good friend. Della even defended him from her uncle despite he showed up to help them fight against his own sister.
Yes, Scrooge McDuck – an old rich duck member of the worst De Spell family enemy’s clan – apparently hated magic claiming magic was the way that took lazy people. Well… it was difficult to agree with that when you were a sorcerer born with magic abilities in a sorcerers’ family. It isn’t as if Poe had had the chance the choose that. What Poe did choose, was how to use his magic, a decision that disgust all his family, but he didn’t care.
To see this boy on the screen made Poe wonder what happened with her. The last thing he heard was that she was about to be mom. After that, she just… vanished. Maybe mom’s life busy… okay, he already knew the answer to that. Parents life was busy. Was almost a full day job, but Poe didn’t regret it and wouldn’t change the decision que made to adopt Genie for nothing in the world.
His phone suddenly rang, making him jump. He totally didn’t expect someone would call him at this time. Without looking who was calling him, he approached his phone to his ear.
“Yes?”
“Poe! It’s you?”
Poe’s eyes widened when he recognized that voice, a voice he thought he’d never hear again.
“Della? Is that you? What a surprise!”
There was a weird noise, as if Della was moving, running or something similar.
“Yeah! I’m surprised too! I didn’t know if this would still be your number! I’m glad it is!”
Maybe it was just Poe’s imagination, but Della seemed to be panting a little.
“Oh Della! It’s nice to hear about you! How have you been? How’s your child? I hear you were about to be mom-”
“Dewey! Look out!”
The sudden Della’s scream almost left Poe deaf. Why did his friend scream like that? Who was she screaming to? Alarm flags raised on Poe’s mind.
“Della?! Are you okay? What’s going on?”
“Sorry Poe- Louie behind you!”
This time a blowing sound followed Della’s scream. Obviously, something was happening. His friend was in danger!
“Della! What’s happening?!”
“Sorry again Poe…” Della said between pants “do you remember you told me once if I ever needed your help, I could call you?”
“Yes?”
“Well… I need you. Your sister is attacking Duckburg, and we really could use your help let’s say… RIGHT NOW!”
Poe had – literally – to move the phone out of his ear. But… did he heard right? Magica was attacking Duckburg? Oh boy, that was serious.
“Sorry for the scream,” Della apologized “Magica was about to shot a blow on Huey, I had to move him away. So… would you agree on help us?”
“You can count on me Del. We’ll be right away.”
“Wait, we?”
Poe hung up without answering Della’s last question. There wasn’t time for that. The adult duck looked at the other duck sitting at his side. He seemed scared and confused. Poe couldn’t blame him to see al his phone conversation w had probably been weird.
Poe cleared his throat and smiled at Genie.
“Genie, would you like to come with me and help me to save an old friend, her family and an entire city?”
Genie smiled too and began to jump slightly on the sofa.
“Are you kidding Daddy Poe? Of course! I’d love to!”
Poe nodded.
“Okay, let’s move, there’s people who need us!”
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I’ve been doing a series rewatch while DT17 is on hiatus, because why not, and one thing I noticed (that’s probably common knowledge in the fandom, but I’m still relatively new here) is one of the newspaper headlines in the pilot. This show put so much foreshadowing in, so early, and it remains impressive to me.
After what? Well, we know now. Della’s disappearance. After seeing the walking disaster that Scrooge became just prior to the Shadow War, one can assume the newspaper’s headline was destroyed in a fit of rage and left because he didn’t care to pick it up. It does make sense for Scrooge to have private areas that neither Duckworth or Beakley touch...
This got me to thinking - the younger generation wouldn’t have known, because Webby’s statements about “bad things happen to anyone who asks about Della Duck” in “The Great Dime Chase” suggests it quickly became a taboo subject. But anyone who was old enough to remember at the time probably at least heard of Della’s disappearance, which further supports my “the triplets’ biological father isn’t anyone worth worrying about” theory. You think he might have checked up on his kids if he’d known, while the fact that he’s never been hinted at in a show that thrives on lore suggests he’s just not that important. The show has enough great dads/father figures that this is no loss. The boys already have a dad in Donald, anyway.
But “who’s the daddy” aside, I had a thought of what might have brought about one of Huey’s earliest temper meltdowns (other than the ones we expect he’d have had as a toddler, because toddlers). I love Steven Universe, too, and there’s an early episode where Lars is ragging Steven about his “weird mom” and Steven explodes, saying, “What do you know about my mom? I didn’t even get to know my mom!” I could so see some bully kid trying to harass the triplets about their missing mother and, BOOM, Super Saiyan Rage Huey activates. Louie and Dewey don’t even try to stop him. They’re just kind of freaked out by seeing this side of Huey (and they privately think the bully kind of deserves it).
I like to think that, once the Powers that Be at the school hear what started the fight - and given that Huey would have an otherwise great reputation - they do go easy on him. Perhaps out of respect for Donald, they don’t even mention what started the fight when they tell him, just that Huey was defending himself and his brothers and got carried away...
Well, this got long, but now I really can’t shake the image of Huey just losing it on this bully, while Dewey and Louie stand back like, O.o “...Well, dang.”
#dt headcanons#ducktales 2017#huey duck#louie duck#dewey duck#huey dewey and louie#della duck#headcanons
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