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a-solitary-marshmallow · 4 years

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Salt Water in my Veins

Stan had always loved the ocean.

Maybe it stemmed from the countless days he and his brother had spent on the waterfront, building sandcastles and splashing in the shallows and chasing each other with seaweed up and down the beach. Ma had used to joke that they had salt water running through their veins. Which of course Ford rebuked on the principle that it was anatomically impossible for a living human to have salt water for blood.

Ha – rebuked. See, Stan did know some big words. With a brother like Ford you were bound to pick ‘em up. Stan also knew ‘photosynthesis’ and ‘phospholipid bilayer’, though he wasn’t quite sure what the latter meant.

And wasn’t that just the icing on the cake? Of course the only big words he knew came from Ford. Apparently Stan was good at leeching offa his brother. Well, you had to be good at something, right?

The beach was cold and dark. Sand that was once sun-soaked now leeched the warmth from his bare feet as he padded down to the shoreline. Black water barely glinted in the thin beams of moonlight peeking out from behind stringy clouds. The chill breeze sent a shiver down his back.

But even after everything, the rhythmic rush of the waves was soothing. The beach had always been a safe haven – his only one now, apparently, since Pa had been all too eager to give him the boot. Of course the bag was pre-packed. The stingy bastard hadn’t even put in five dollars, too.

Stan gritted his teeth. Yeah, he could crow and bullshit all he wanted – “I don’t need you! I don’t need anyone!” – But what exactly did the world have to offer for a dirt-poor kid with no qualifications, no papers and no job? Hell, he didn’t even have a high school diploma! What was he gonna do, start up a business and become a billionaire? He couldn’t even pass a fucking maths class.

Plus – Stan always managed to screw up whatever he had going for him. Apparently his brother was no exception. He could still see the coldness in Ford’s eyes as he closed the curtains – how had that only been a few hours ago? – and it stung, it hurt like a bitch, and even though he deserved it he couldn’t help but wish like an idiot that his brother would have fought for him.

‘Us against the world!’ Yeah. Sure. Like Ford would need a leech hanging off him for the rest of his life, a freeloader doing nothing but drag him down. This was better for both of them. Stan’s family would be free of him, and Stan… well, he wouldn’t have to listen to that nagging voice in the back of his head that always told him how much of a failure he was.

Stan walked forward into the water.

Icy-cold waves lapped at his skin. The cold burned. He pressed forward and in no time his pant legs were soaked. Every step had the water crawling higher over his waist, then his stomach, then his chest. The ocean sloshed against him playfully – it felt like an elbow to the ribs, an arm slung across his shoulder, a cheerful punch to the arm. It cradled him. He couldn’t even feel the cold anymore. His mouth tasted like salt.

As inky-black water closed over his head and he let the ocean take him, Stan could have sworn that he heard distant shouting.

Fuck, drowning hurt.

Flickers of thought flashed through his mind like electrical sparks as they broke the surface. He tried to gasp in air and instead got a mouthful of water. Stan hacked and choked and would have sunk back under if not for the hands grabbing him. He couldn’t see. Partially from the dark and partially from the salt and partially from the blinding pain in his lungs, lancing through his body with every rattling cough.

Then there was sand beneath him. Stan collapsed forward onto it, body heaving with coughs. He was so tired. But his body revolted against the near-drowning for him, hurling up what seemed like buckets of seawater that burned his throat on the way out. There were hands on his back and a voice in his ear but Stan couldn’t understand what it was saying.

Finally his body had rid itself of salt water and he slumped numbly. Cold, damp grains of sand pressed against the side of his face and stuck to his lips. The beach was solid and gritty beneath him.

“-ley! Stanley! Don’t just lie there, say something goddammit!”

Ford? His brother’s voice was shrill and cracking with panic.

“LEY!”

“Mmph.” Not very eloquent, but he couldn’t make his mouth work how he wanted it to. Ford let out something that sounded like a sob.

“Thank god.”

Stan was being pulled into his brother’s lap now – cradled, with fingers running through his hair. He didn’t have the energy to pretend to put up a fight. Ford’s clothes were just as drenched as Stan’s but through them he was warm, and he trembled as he rocked them back and forth in the sand.

“Don’t you ever do that to me ever again. Do you hear me? Never again. Oh my god. Oh my god Ley. I almost lost you.”

Maybe Stan was dreaming, because the last time he’d seen his brother Ford hated his guts. Yeah, this was probably one of those hallucinations you supposedly got before you died.

He lifted a wobbly hand to pat Ford’s shoulder and accidentally got his face instead. Not his fault. The world was still stubbornly swirling.

“S’okay.” He managed to slur out. Ford gave a watery, hysterical laugh. “I’ll be outta yer hair, n’ pa w’ll be happy fer once. T’ll be like yer an only child-”

“I don’t want to be an only child! I need my brother!” Ford all but shouted in his ear. Stan whimpered at the volume. Immediately Ford quieted, stroking his hair, running his hands fervently down Stan’s arms as if he needed an assurance that he was there, alive and breathing. “No, shh, it’s okay. It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

“M’sorry I broke your project.”

“I know. I’m sorry too. I know you didn’t mean to break it, of course you didn’t. I was stupid.”

“M’sorry.” Stan whispered again. And then it hit him over the head like a brick – oh shit. Now he’d made an even worse mess. He’d worried Ford and now the nerd was gonna blame himself because that was how Ford thought. And if a hospital found out what he’d done they would contact his parents and force them to deal with him. Maybe he’d even get tossed in the loony bin. Oh god. He’d really fucked up this time.

“I… I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, Ford.” His voice trembled and he gasped for breath. There was more salt water on his face now but this was warm, and it streaked down his cheeks. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’msorryI’msorry-”

“Stan, Stan it’s okay.”

No it wasn’t and it would never be okay, and now he was blubbering like a baby, sobs rattling his tired frame as he buried his face in Ford’s jacket. He whimpered pathetically. “I’m so sorry-”

“Shh, it’s okay.” Ford pressed a fierce kiss to his hair. “I forgive you. We’re – we’re gonna be okay, Stanley. I promise.”

And, well, it was a done deal. Ford never broke a promise.

“We gotta get you warm.” Ford said frantically. It was then that Stan noticed the violent tremors shuddering through his own body. Huh. “We need to get inside. Do you think you can walk? Home is only a few minutes away and-”

The worlds struck a chord with Stan and he reached up desperately to grab Ford’s shoulder. “No! I can’t go back. Pa’ll kill me.”

Ford let out a bark of what wasn’t quite laughter. “Right, right. At least let me take you to your car. And get you some dry clothes. God, Ley, you’re freezing…”

Ford continued to talk, as was his way when he was stressed and frightened. And Stan was content to be held and rocked on a dark, wet beach, with the sound of the waves close by and his brother’s arms around him.

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soldrawss · 5 years

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Don't read unless you have watched the new episode. But the whole time I watched it I was thinking how it pretty wild that your comic and the episode are basically the same.

OK I HAVE FINALLY WATCHED THE EPISODE AND BOY WHOO HOO HOWDY I’M GONNA INCLUDE MY THOUGHTS UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE I KNOW A FEW OTHERS HAVE YET TO SEE IT AS WELL AND I DON’T WANT TO SPOIL ANYTHING BUT WHOO LETS GO BABES

SO first off I’m just gonna say that I LOVED the episode. Really and truly honestly I did. I don’t think there were any major things that I didn’t like tbh. It was such a truthfully wholesome episode. And I’m actually happy with the amount of screen time we got with Scrooge and his insight with Christmas.

HOWEVER. I wish it was a 45-minute special. Because I think we could have absolutely dived MUCH deeper into the relationship between 1) Younger Donald and Dewey and 2) (the most important) DONALD AND DELLA. I mean like HOLY SHIT. I have to collect my thoughts together really quick cause I’m gonna explode just going on about the sibling relationship going on there so let me backtrack really quick and start from the beginning.

First and foremost. The set up to the episode was great. The kids getting ready for Christmas. Webby’s little hug to Huey and Huey’s patient little smile back to her. Louie’s X-mas list and his “let me explain”, like yes my son, own it. Donald being his best dad self, decorating and STILL playing guitar and singing awful carols at the top of his lungs like, we stan a good good duck dad!!! Literally, everyone is top notch just being great!

Then we get to plot. The ghosts are back in town. And they’re ready to get down and dirty and party and I LIVE for the idea that they were originally looking for a different Scrooge and that OUR Scrooge actually LOVES Christmas (And I’m so glad that we still don’t know why Scrooge has beef with Santa cause like, that’s potential for future X-Mas episodes and I’m all about having more mysteries to look forward to alright?) So we get it. Party on Scrooge lets go back in time!!!

So we’re 12 minutes in, more Scrooge stuff happens (Which I adore. Love that they brought back Goldy. Love that Young Scrooge is so passive about seeing Old Scrooge. LOVE that BEAKLY fucking FLIRTS with the GRIM REAPER SKJD;S GET IT GIRL LOVE THAT) And super double plot twist is that little jimmy cricket over here is actually like, kinda evil? Well not evil, but he’s a little-twisted buddy, which isn’t his fault, but he just wants to party and feels like everyone abandons him when once they find the true meaning of Christmas (being with family) Which Scrooge does. Which also, can we appreciate how fast it takes for Scrooge to be like, yeah I’m bored of this adventure stuff, can I just go home to my family now? It may have just been the episode time frame but IDK man, I feel like he’s growing from once being bitter to becoming that good old family man again. Good, good old man, I love him.

ANYWAY- NOW LETS GET DOWN TO THE JUICY HALF OF THE EPISODE AND THE HALF THE EVERYONE WANTS MORE OF INCLUDING MYSELF

OK So here we see Dewey hitch a ride on grims cloak and fall into let’s say around 25+ years in the past. The FIRST thing I noticed and the first shot we get is a mere parallel to the one we see when Scrooge first falls in the past. Its a shot of the mansion. But as opposed to the shot where Scrooge falls during a Christmas where his mansion is LIT the fuck up with lights and sounds and color and LIFE, Dewey sees it dark and practically dead, but still recognizably the Mc’Duck Mansion. One of the next shots we see takes place inside, and we see the mansion (remember this duck is a billionaire) with the wallpaper peeling and the walls cracking and hardly lit and it looks absolutely deserted and kinda uncared for which BREAKS MY HEART OK!!!

(But I’m so glad I at least got the scene right where Dewey’s first interaction with Donald is through his music and that Dewey could guess it was Donald through his Voice™!!! Also, should have thought of Bluey. That was SO much better than Deuteronomy. But oh well! Got the fake family part right! And the fact that Donald knew she was out back looking fo Santa and was trying to catch Santa for Scrooge. That last part wasn’t in the comic, but that was going to be the original idea for part 4 and FUCK YEAH I WAS ON A ROLL)

And ohhhh when Donald says this is the most confusing family! Ouufff that hit me so hard!!! Cause like, honestly, in canon, Donald is SO proud of his heritage and family line. He’s the only Disney character to really even HAVE a family tree, are you kidding me?

Also Dewey just Yeeting himself out a window with Donald’s guitar as Leverage was such a good idea I wish I would have thought of it and I’m SO ANGRY that I didn’t but I guess if I had then technically I would have been a mind reader or actually stealing from the show so good job me for NOT doing that but I at least got them Escaping out the window part down so WOOP FOR that!

ALSO DONALD JUST STRAIGHT UP LICKING THE TREE! WONDERFUL GOOD BOY AND LIKE!!! AND LIKE!!! OK I kinda played around with the idea that Donald kinda just does stuff without explanation and when someone asks we gives off these weird oneliners that don’t really answer the question of WHY he did/was doing the thing in the first place is something I absolutely live for and both his interactions within my comic and in the show are so parallel with one another that I’m actually mind freaked right now I want to scream I fucking love these kids ok?!?!?

So I could probably live for the next 30 years off of just Dewey and Donald just talking to each other like, it was probably only 40 seconds of conversation, but I lived for every second like it was the only thing that mattered!!! Just Dewey being so Hecking Excited to learn more about Della from someone willing to talk to him without any trauma™ and I LOVED how Donald never outrightly admitted that Della wasn’t Amazing or Awesome (Dewey said it at least twice when referring to Della) and just changed the subject. Like, true sibling love. (I would have also accepted if he had called her a nerd or a geek or something similar because they are siblings after all, like jeezus the whole episode was mostly about their fight like, anything is great, give me them sibling dynamics)

OK AND THEN THE MOMENT OF TRUTH

DELLA MY SWEET BABY GIRL APPEARS AND SHE IS MY EVERYTHING

OK honestly I was gonna draw her with a bit more messy hair but OTHERWISE SHE’S PERFECT. AND HER’S AND DONALDS IMMEDIATE BICKERING IS MY FAVORITE EVER. (And tbh her reaction to them NOT being Santa clause and honestly that entire net scene was also gonna be my reaction so don’t be surprised when you see that in upcoming continuation of my comic) (Also her calling Dewey a Dummy, is ACE)

So their whole fight scene going on. The whole Dumbella incident. You can just FEEL the sibling energy off of it. I ate that shit up SO FAST. I LOVED EVERY SECOND OF IT. (I WANT SO MUCH MORE OF THAT STUFF PLEASE DT CREW GIVE US A FLASHBACK EPISODE OF THE COUSINS I NEEEEEEED IT) If you’ve ever had a sibling then you KNOW. You know that look when Della got when Donald called her Dumbella. The No, not until you apologize she gave back. The FOR WHAT?? The endless back and forth that would have continued onward for a LONG time if they weren’t in impending doom. Man that’s the shit right there. That’s really all I wanted I could have had a full 45 minutes of just THAT right there. Just these kids being siblings.

(Also, Donald outing himself about the toothbrush and combat boots, he’s so gonna pay for that later I can feel it in my bones and I live for these moments kids)

AND THEN WE GET THE FIRST HEARTBREAKER OF THE NIGHT FOLKS, when Dewey figures out why Della’s so peeved at Donald (rightfully so) and it’s just!!! It’s just so good that all Della really wanted was to spend time with Donald and make a memory of it and catch Santa together and folks I would be lying to you and to God and to our Lord and savior Carl Barks if I said that I didn’t cry, these siblings are so good. (And the fact that Dewey also made a quick connection to himself, like, ohhh yeah I need to also be better and apologize to MY family and give MY Donald a hug when I get home)

NOW SHIT GETS REAL!!! The way Donald and Della land after getting free from the net. These kids were BORN for adventuring. This isn’t their first rodeo and this is what I want to see more of!!! Donald and Della as the fighting duo!!! (Dewey totally face planted my smol blue bean I love you) Della gets into fighting position ready to go, and Donald flips his hair back outta the way like so cool and nonchalantly LIKE DREAM TEAM SO COOL I LOVE THEEEEEMMMM!!! aND THEN when they find out the Wendigo is after Scrooge, They’re all like, “of, yeah, duh, Its always scrooge,” and then IMMEDIATELY GO AFTER HIM IN PERFECT FIGHTING SYNC LIKE THESE ARE 10-YEAR-OLDS AND THEY FIGHT LIKE THEY HAVE BEEN FIGHTING ON SCROOGE’S BEHALF FOR YEARS AND IM!!! (there’s so much fanfic potential here i’m screaming) And Dewey’s kinda just standing back like, Woah nelly, CAUSE LOOK AT THESE DUCK CHILDREN GO!!! LOOK AT MY LITTLE FIGHTING REBEL KIDS I ;KLD’KLASJ’F I LOVE THEM!!!

(Also, shout out to the last episode, in which we see that Donald kept the broken guitar under hammock all those years, he never could manage to through the thing away, i love this temperamental kid so much guys i’m crying again) But I’m glad we got to see Wee angry Donald!!! That was a fun thing I’m glad they put that in!!!

And now for the final! I’M glad Donald apologized rightly and straight away and wholeheartedly! That’s the good boy I know and Love! And Dewey going in for the hug!!! So sweet!!! But also!!! Della like, immediately figuring out that Dewey was from the future, I kinda like that! I wasn’t going to do it, but I like it! Love how smart she is and just how nonchalant they both are about it cause hey, have you MET their family? I like how they say Ducks, too. Not Mc’Ducks. Like, Scrooge is Weird and they do all sorts of crazy stuff with him, but you haven’t SEEN crazy till you’ve met the hick side of the family.

And then it’s like, just like that, they’re gone! And ouufff boy that was not the goodbye I was expecting but sometimes goodbyes are like that and that’s ok and I respect the out the DT crew took cause it flowed so nicely and well but boy did it hurt. (Can you imagine Donald and Della coming back with THEN Scrooge with this whole explanation to find nothing there and Scrooge being like???? Ack you kids leave me alone I hate Christmas as it is I don’t need you all playing tricks on me with fake Wendigos and family members from the futures when I have important things to do bah humbug or something and Donald and Della just have to live with this knowledge but at least they have each other and are closer for the better!!!) Because then Scrooge was there and THEN DEWEY WAS CRYING AND THERE’S JUST SO MANY EMOTIONS CAN YOU IMAGINE ALL THE EMOTIONS THIS KID IS GOING THROUGH RIGHT NOW AND HE JUST WANTS TO GO HOME AND SEE HIS UNCLE DONALD AND BROTHERS AND WEBBY AND JUST BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS AND ACK.

AND GOSH WAS THE DONALD DEWEY HUG JUST SO GOOD AS WELL AS THE DOGPILE LITERALLY GIVE ME ALL THE HUGS, I WANT THEM ALL THIS IS SUCH A WHOLE GOOD EPISODE!!! All in all, 10/10 Was very good. Could I have loved more of just about EVERYTHING? yes, but I can make my own content if I need to fulfill my wishes. Overall, there was nothing that disappointed me, which was so good. I wasn’t let down by the interpretations of the characters, the morals, or how the storyline went. Could we have made it into a 45-minute episode and just like, extended every conversation? Yes. But plot? Solid. Characters? Solid. Relations? Super solid. Did Sol cry? She did and she will again cause she just loves these good characters so hecking much!!! Donald is my all time favorite Disney character on the planet and just the fact that he gets so much love and attention and just all the beautiful backstory and rick history is such a beautiful gift that just keeps on giving!

Also, FULL Disclosure, Im gonna continue part 3, 4 and 5 of my version of how I thought this episode was gonna go. Simply because, well, I liked it. And I think you all will like it to.

#long post #my thoughts #on this epside #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #ducktales spoilers #donald duck #della duck #dewey duck #guys holy shit

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thorne93 · 6 years

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The Newcomer (Part 16 - FINAL)

Prompt: You’re Y/N Beauchamp, daughter to Wendy Beauchamp. When you’re sent away to Spenser Academy, you have no idea what waits for you there…

Word Count: 1035

Warnings: language, violence, anger…

Notes: This is for @xx-multi-fandom-imagines challenge! Crossover of The Covenant, and the show Witches of East End. Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @carryonmyswansong. Wouldn’t be possible without brainstorming with @carryonmyswansong, so thank you for that, darlin!

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Ten years later…

“Hey, darling, we’re going to be late if you don’t hurry up,” you reminded as you put your earrings in.

“I know,” Chase said. “I’m going to make a quick phone call and get ready.”

You grinned at him, excited to see him in that dark suit you’d picked out.

Ten years ago today, your husband was a monster, ready to kill your best friend, nearly a brother to you. But after your cousin made you a potion, and your other cousin created a spell, all that changed.

When you injected Chase, he woke up a new man. The power inside him no longer ate at his body, so the basal desire for more power was gone. The side of him that turned him into a stark raving lunatic addict was changed as well, thanks to Ingrid’s spell. The darkness inside him was gone. Now, Chase was free to use his magic to his heart’s content and it not age him.

As for your best friends, Freya made a huge batch and the four boys drank the elixir, causing them to heal internally as well. The elixir made their power a mutual positive growth, rather than a parasite living off the host, draining the witch of his power.

And you couldn’t end there. You worked with Freya to make a potion that would help reverse some of the effects on Caleb’s father. Slowly but surely, he was returning to the rightful age he should’ve been, and then his power would no longer leech off of his body either.

As for you and Chase, well immediately following his recovery from the elixir, he apologized one thousand ways from Sunday to you. He said it was the magic making him dark, and you believed it, because Chase since that night, has been nothing but an absolute king to you, and the other guys. He never laid another hurtful hand on you, and treated you like royalty. After college, you got engaged, and married within a year.

Chase and the guys now met regularly to discuss business deals, at least once a week for guy stuff. Chase and you spent all your holidays at home with your family. He had become the perfect partner. Loving, affectionate, sweet, understanding, patient, brilliant, and kind.

You and the guys were always in constant communication as well. You all met once a week too, without Chase, just as old friends. The five of you would get together and do magic, shoot the shit, and enjoy each other just as you did back in high school.

When Chase and you discussed your future, you knew that he’d still want to use magic to do things to give him advantages. But you didn’t want to give him this freedom so he could abuse it, so you two devised a plan. You found people with potential, people with great manuscripts, people with great inventions, people with great ideas for inventions, people with great investment ideas -- and you invested in them.

You didn’t take their ideas, you didn’t swindle them out of it, you didn’t do anything except financially support them, and help make their dream a reality. In return, you gained the profits. All you did was use your gut feelings and a spell to locate those that had great ideas in the works.

None of you were even thirty, but you and Chase were the youngest self-made billionaires in the western hemisphere. The two of you were business tycoons that demanded respect and attention when you walked into a room. When you spoke, everyone listened. It was intoxicating, but in a good way. You were helping dreams come true, and you were merely living off those wise investments.

The party was at Caleb’s mansion. He still lived at the Danvers estate, taking care of his mom, but he and Sarah were engaged. Pogue had Kate, and they had both grown up a little bit, growing into their own. They weren’t engaged, but you were sure it wasn’t far off. Reid and Tyler had both met great gals while in college, and they came tonight as well.

Your family found out that hiding you away from the king was actually the worst thing to do, because when you went home to help them, the King weakened rapidly just by trying to attack you so many times to the point that your Aunt could stop him. So now, your family was happy and whole.

As soon as you arrived at Caleb’s, all heads turned to stare at you and Chase, the magnitude of your presence alone was enough to command attention. You ascended the steps, your arm wrapped in Chase’s, and gracefully made your way through the crowd to the star of the bash, along with your three other friends.

“Happy birthday, Caleb,” you said sweetly before pulling him into a hug and kissing his cheek.

“Yeah, Happy birthday man,” Chase said with a shake of his hand.. Caleb raised a glass to the two of you, thanking you for coming. Just then, a girl came by with champagne, Chase and you grabbing one.

You raise your glass to make a small toast. “To Caleb, a man who opened his heart and home to me ten years ago, making me a part of his family. I can never repay you.”

“Oh, I think you did when you saved my life from this one right here,” he remarked with a smile and a wink at your husband.

“Hey, I think I did okay for the newcomer,” you noted thoughtfully.

“Okay?” Pogue said. “You did a hell of a job. To Y/N, because without her, this night wouldn’t be possible. We owe you our lives. Thank you, Y/N.”

A tiny smile touched your lips, a small blush colored your cheeks.

“What can I say, except I’ll always be there for my family,” you remarked with a warm smile, to which everyone raised their glasses and clinked, celebrating another milestone that happened only because one person, one witch, who loved people so much, had to change fate.

Yes, fate could be funny sometimes… but with a little help from magic, that could all change...

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