#I mean take me is still a dewey song but!!!!!!!

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is Clearly brock about jonas

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McDuck Family Members Most Likely to Start Sh*t at Thanksgiving Dinner

Ah Thanksgiving. The holiday celebrated on the 4th Thursday of November (in America that is), one with food, family, and celebrating what we’re thankful for! (Wanna feel bad? Learn about the holiday’s origins!)

And no family is quite as big as the found family from DuckTales; so arguments are bound to happen at a dinner table filled with so many zany characters with interesting pasts and quirks. Let’s honor those who would throw the first punch at a family dinner, shall we?

Bentina Beakley

I wanna cut Beakley some slack. She most likely had a long day before dinner even started what with all the preparations she did for dinner. Not just cooking for 20+ family members plus other side/recurring characters but also the cleaning and presentation

But let’s face it. This woman can be so condescending at times. And judgmental. You just know if someone is showing up to dinner wearing jeans and sweater she’d have something to say about it. And she strikes me as someone who would slam the dishes while cleaning them only for someone to say, “Hey Beakley do you need help with the dishes?” and then she��d be like “No. It’s fine. I got them”

But it’s not fine. Go help her with the dishes. She deserves a break

Dewey Duck

When I was first thinking about this list I originally thought “No way any of the triplets would start anything on Thanksgiving” Huey is a good boy and Louie would definitely take it easy on a day where you’re legally allowed to sit around, be lazy, and eat food. But then I remembered Dewey and how much of a diva he can be

We know Dewey is an entertainer and with everyone coming to dinner, he has a huge “captive” audience that he can perform for. Whether it be an original Thanksgiving song, a one man Dewey show about the first Thanksgiving, a sonnet about a bonnet, or a very special Thanksgiving episode of Dewey Dew-Night; that kid will want all the attention in him. And the very second the spotlight is taken off, oh boy…

Gladstone Gander

Look at this prick. Don’t you wanna slap his face!?!Anyway I love Gladstone Gander, but he’s the kind of family member that just would go on and on about himself and bring every conversation back to him again and how great his life is

That’s great Gladstone. Happy for you, the rest of us have to pay for our sushi but cool. Glad your good luck is really paying off, jerk

But honestly. It’s his tone. It’s the kind of tone that gives off that he knows he’s starting shit but won’t admit it

Goldie O’Gilt

I mean, it’s Goldie. What else can I say?

Gandra Dee

Oh man. There’s so many different ways controversy would start with this morally gray ex-FOWL agent and I’m here for it. Let’s face it, out of all the characters present, Gandra Dee would most likely be the one to bring up the holiday’s horrible origins. If anyone is making it their duty to make a rich white family uncomfortable on Thanksgiving, it’s Gandra Dee

She’d get political and even directly ask Scrooge who exactly he voted for in the past two Presidential elections (he claims to be progressive, but he’s still the richest duck in the world. Just how many tax cuts is this man getting to keep that status?)

Oh and what about the treatment of her overwork and underpaid boyfriend? Why is he still working in the bathroom?

Oddly enough, I can see her and Scrooge bonding over a mutual disdain for Gladstone Gander. What a prick

Kit Cloudkicker

It’s not that exactly what Kit does that’ll start a fight, but what he doesn’t do.

Kit is the kinda guy that was supposed to bring a dessert but totally forgot to pick something up from the bakery so instead he’s stopping at the gas station on the way to dinner to pick up some Twinkies

Kit is the kinda guy that would “take a walk” before dinner and not do anything to hide the scent and now all the kids are wondering how a skunk got inside

Gyro Gearloose

It’s Gyro. Something is bound to piss him off at some point

Doofus Drake

I am so tired of the fandom not including Doofus in this found family (Louie and him made up and are friends now and BOYD is his brother, sorry it’s canon) so he’s here on the list

But he’s still a new addition to this family. And a weirdo and a rich brat with a lot of issues that someone should seriously help him with. He’s gonna make everyone uncomfortable. Is it intentional? Or is he just being Doofus? Who knows

What I do know is this, don’t eat the dish he brought.

Della, Donald, and Scrooge!

The original three!

These three are responsible for splitting up the family in the first place so it’s no surprise that they’re number one on this list!!

Yes they’ve squashed their beef with one another and moved past the Spear of Selene, but they are still themselves

The ones most likely to start shit over the dumbest things

These three are going to be bickering over who should carve the turkey. And the argument will be so loud and hectic that no one will question why a bunch of birds are eating a turkey

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this list. It wasn’t meant to slander any characters, just did it for fun. Happy Thursday everyone.

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Anyway, the gift! In the episode Quack Pack!, I’ve always gotten the implication that other episodes have taken place in that universe that we don’t ever see, so I decided to write one! It takes place in a DT season 1 equivalent, so Della is nowhere to be found and Lena is under Magica’s control. But it’s still Quack Pack of course, so silly shenanigans and laugh tracks abound. (Also tumblr made the formatting a little wonky but I’ll try and fix it up when I post it to AO3)

Story under the cut!

[Fade In]

[Int: McDuck Manor Foyer. Lena is standing by the front door gathering her things after a sleepover, with Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Webby standing a few feet back. The boys are clumped together while Webby is stood slightly closer to Lena.]

Lena: Thanks for letting me stay the night, guys!

[She turns to pick up her backpack, which is open and showing a magic trick box set.]

Dewey: Oooh, what’s that?

[He points at the box.]

Lena: Oh, uh… I’ve just been… teaching myself some magic tricks. Yeah, magic tricks.

Webby: Ooh, can you show us some?

[Lena fidgets nervously but plays along with it.]

Lena: Uh, okay…. What do you want to see?

[She grabs the box out of her backpack.]

Dewey: Oh, Y’know what would be so cool? You should give us wings!

Huey: Dewey, I don’t think that’s what she means by magic tricks-

Louie: No, no, let’s let him be delusional.

[The audience chuckles.]

Lena: I can totally do that… if that’s what you want.

Dewey: Wing it on!

[He winks at the camera, and the audience laughs.]

[Lena pulls out a basic, cheap-looking black and white wand from the box.]

Lena: Here goes…

[She waves the wand around in a circle once, then twice. Unbeknownst to the rest of the cast, her amulet necklace starts glowing. The wand circles a third time, and she thrusts it forward towards Dewey and his brothers, producing a bright purple beam of magic.]

[Dewey sticks his arms out, as though he is accepting the magic.]

Dewey: Sha-Dewey!

[The audience laughs at the catchphrase as the beam strikes the triplets, creating a large poof of purple smoke obscuring the camera.]

[When the smoke clears, Huey, Dewey, and Louie have become fairies and are now barely visible due to their size. Lena and Webby both stare at the boys, shocked.]

Lena: Uhhhh… bye!

[She quickly turns and runs out the door. The audience laughs and the theme song begins.]

—

[The theme song ends and we go back to the foyer with Webby staring at Huey, Dewey, and Louie.]

Dewey: … I can’t believe that worked!

Louie: Nice going, Dingus, getting us stuck like this.

Webby:Are you guys alright?

Huey: Yeah, surprisingly so, considering we just grew two entirely new appendages out of our backs.

Dewey: I think you mean… Appendewges!

[The audience laughs.]

Huey and Louie: Shut up, Dewey.

[They both smack him on the back of the head, sending him spinning forward in the air and making the audience laugh harder.]

[Webby holds her hand out, inviting the boys to land on her palm, which they do.]

Webby: I can’t believe you guys are actually, like, fairies now! What’s it like?

Dewey: Oh my gosh, it’s so cool!

[As he says this, he flutters up into the air and does a floating backflip before landing again.]

I can fly, and my wings are so pretty!

[He wiggles his wings back and forth to show off the translucent blue patterns on them and the shimmering silvery fairy dust coming from them. The audience oohs at the sight.]

Huey: While I wouldn’t go as far as saying it’s cool, it is fascinating how our bodies automatically adjusted to the change in height and shift to our centers of balance due to the wings on our backs.

[He loses his balance as he says the last line.]

Okay, maybe we haven’t totally adjusted.

[The audience laughs.]

Louie: The wings put massive rips in my favorite hoodie, so I’m not a fan.

[The audience laughs. His wings twitch, causing some gold fairy dust to come off of them.]

Ooh, the gold is nice, though.

Webby: If you’re actually fairies now, I wonder if you guys have any other abilities. In a lot of folklores, fairies were mischievous spirits that had all sorts of abilities they could use to play tricks on people.

[Dewey’s eyes light up.]

Dewey: Say less!

[He makes a comically intense face of concentration before his tail suddenly turns into that of a tiger, which he swishes back and forth excitedly.]

[The audience oohs and then applauds, while Louie chuckles, then smirks.]

Louie: You should totally try turning it into a snake next.

[As though under a trance, Dewey’s expression drops and his tiger’s tail instantly morphs into the head of a snake. It turns around and hisses at him as he snaps out of the trance, causing him to jump up and try and run in a circle away from the snake. The audience laughs hard.]

[Huey rolls his eyes and mutters to himself.]

Huey: Get me away from these lunatics.

[The camera cuts to a more zoomed out shot from above where we can see Webby looking down at the action in her palm.]

Webby: Huey? Where’d you go?

[The camera cuts back to an empty shot of where Huey was on Webby’s palm.]

Huey: What? I’m right here.

Webby: I can’t see you at all though…

Huey: I know I’m short now, but I’m not that short!

[The audience laughs.]

[The camera cuts back to Louie and Dewey, who we can see is still being terrorized by his tail in the background.]

Louie: Wait, Huey- flutter your wings.

[The camera cuts back to the empty shot, where some shimmery bronze fairy dust appears seemingly from nowhere.]

Webby: Oh my gosh, Huey! You’re invisible!

Huey: I- I am? I can still see myself! How do I change back??

Webby: We should ask the rest of the family what to do. I’m sure they’ll know how to help!

[As Webby finishes speaking, Uncle Scrooge walks into the room.]

Scrooge: Aye, Webby darlin’, I heard you were wanting ma help?

[The audience cheers wildly when he speaks.]

Webby: Yeah, Uncle Scrooge! Huey, Dewey, and Louie got turned into fairies and I don’t know how to help them!

Scrooge: Bless me bagpipes, that is serious! We need to get going right away… to the library!

[The crowd laughs and cheers as the scene transitions to…]

[Int: Library interior. Scrooge is standing at the head of a table surrounded by bookshelves. Standing behind the chair closest to him on the right side of the table is Webby. Also standing around the table are Donald and Mrs. Beakley.]

Scrooge: Alright everybody, we’ve got a lot of work to do to help the boys, so let’s get moving! Go, go, go!

[A research montage begins with the characters pulling books off shelves, flipping through pages, and consulting library signs to a detective movie style remix of the series theme song. Donald drops a comically large stack of books on his head, making the audience laugh. The montage ends with a camera shot set up in the space between two books, and Mrs. Beakley shoves a book back into the space on the button of the music. As the screen goes dark, the scene snaps back to…]

[Int: McDuck Manor Foyer. Huey, Dewey, and Louie remain floating about where they were before. Louie is laid back in the air as though he’s relaxing on a lounge chair, Huey has successfully become visible again and is stood hovering near Louie, and Dewey has just now gotten his tail back to normal and plods over to his brothers and sits on the air, breathing heavily.]

Dewey: Never (inhale) do that (inhale) to me (inhale) again (inhale).

Louie: It was funny though.

[He smirks at the camera and the audience laughs and some swoon.]

[Huey sits down as well.]

Huey: How did Webby describe fairies again? We’re trickster spirits, right?

Louie: I can see why, with all these powers.

Dewey: Y’know I’ve missed playing pranks on people.

Huey: We have been pretty busy lately…

[Louie stands up and holds his hand out towards Huey and Dewey.]

Louie: Then whaddaya say we take advantage of all this fairy stuff while we have it?

[Huey and Dewey glance at each other, then smirk and grab Louie’s hand. The audience cheers.]

[The camera cuts to a more zoomed out shot of the foyer, where we can see Huey, Dewey, and Louie all flying off screen as the audience continues cheering. The scene shifts to…]

[Int: Garage. Launchpad is going about setting up instruments for the Crash Happies’ rehearsal.]

Launchpad: Oooookay! There’s the drum set.

[Huey, Dewey, and Louie fly up to a cracked open window visible on the far left of the shot. They giggle between themselves then slip into the room one by one.]

[Huey lands on the cymbal of the drumset and turns invisible. The camera cuts back to a shot of the full room with Launchpad as Huey begins to dance on the cymbal, making it rattle “inexplicably”.]

[Launchpad turns around in confusion.]

Launchpad: Bwuh?

[Dewey and Louie then fly up to Launchpad’s ear. Louie puts on a deep voice and begins incomprehensibly whispering in his ear while Dewey watches.]

Launchpad: Ah! Who are you?! Show yourself!

[He flails around in a panic.]

[The camera cuts to Dewey, who flies over from Louie to the cymbal with Huey. He turns invisible as well, and they begin to jump back and forth on it, almost like a seesaw. In the background, Launchpad continues to freak out.]

Launchpad: I haven’t even crashed into anything cursed yet today!

[The camera cuts back to a shot of the full room. Launchpad is laying in the fetal position on the ground with his expression comically terrified. The cymbal of the drum continues to rattle back and forth.]

Launchpad: Ahhh!!!

[The door to the garage opens, revealing the rest of the Crash Happies.]

Crash Happy Drummer: Launchpad?

[The audience laughs, cheers, and applauds as the ad break begins.]

[Fade Out]

—

[Fade In]

Disembodied Voice: Consumer Alert! Did you know that if you have been exposed to any of these Glomgold Industries products, including Glomgold Signature Plaid Paint, Glomgold Foods Haggis, and the Junior Glomchucks Glombook, you may be entitled to financial compensation?

[A long list of Glomgold branded products scrolls across the screen.]

Disembodied Voice: These Glomgold Industries products have been found to contain high levels of dangerous materials including toxic pesticides, asbestos, and plutonium. Call this number today to see if you qualify for compensation!

[A phone number flashes on screen, as well as a line of text reading “Announcement paid for by Calisota Anti-Glomgold Society” and a photo of Glomgold in a devil suit.]

[Fade Out]

—

[Fade In]

[Int: Library. Scrooge, Beakley, Webby, and Donald are around a table at the library, surrounded by tall piles of books, scouring through them for a cure for Huey, Dewey, and Louie’s fairy transformations.]

Scrooge: (Very loudly) AHA! I’VE GOT IT!

[He excitedly slams the book he’s reading down onto the table.]

Librarian: (Offscreen) Shhh!!!

Scrooge: (Whispered) Aha! I’ve got it!

[He slams the book down again quietly. The audience laughs.]

[Webby, Donald, and Beakley gather around the book to see what Scrooge found.]

Scrooge: The boys would have to agree to this, but we should be able to turn them back by having them relinquish their fairy dust.

Donald: Well, what are we waiting for?! Let’s get back to the mansion!

[He throws his hands up and accidentally knocks over one of the piles of books, causing several books to hit him on the head. The audience laughs.]

Librarian: (Offscreen) Shhhh!!!!

Scrooge: (To librarian) Sorry! (To family) Let’s go.

[The shot does a sliding transition to…]

[Int: McDuck Manor Foyer. Scrooge, Donald, Beakley, and Webby stand just inside the front door on the far left of the shot showing an empty foyer.]

Beakley: … Aaaaand they’ve disappeared.

Donald: (Panicking) How could this happen?!

Beakley: Well, fairies are famously mischievous spirits…

Webby: … And with Huey, Dewey, and Louie’s love of pranks…

Scrooge: … There’s every likelihood that they’re off somewhere causing chaos.

[Donald faints from stress and hits the floor with a thud, making the audience laugh.]

[Scrooge bends down to pick Donald up.]

Beakley: Well, if they’re not here, we’re going to need to lure them to us. What attracts a fairy?

Webby: Fairies usually are drawn to sugary foods and shiny objects. They also typically avoid urban, polluted areas, but since Huey, Dewey, and Louie aren’t normal fairies they might not have any issue with that.

[A beat of silence.]

Scrooge: Curse me kilts, how did you learn all that, Webby?

Webby: Uhh… cute girl stuff?

[The audience laughs and cheers at her catchphrase and Scrooge and Beakley shrug and accept her response.]

Donald: (Drowsily) Funso’s.

[The others all stare at him, confused]

Donald: Put all that stuff in Funso’s and I don’t think the boys would be able to resist.

[They all share a look of agreement and the camera cuts to…]

[Int: The marina. Huey, Dewey, and Louie are flying around messing with people on the boardwalk.]

[Dewey suddenly stops in the air.]

Dewey: Guys, wait… we should go to Funso’s.

[Huey and Louie also stop.]

Huey: Actually yeah, that sounds really good.

Louie: (Getting more and more and more giddy as he speaks) And with this size I could practically swim in Pep!. Let’s do it!

[They quickly fly the short distance from the boardwalk to Funso’s. They enter the building and are greeted by their family standing around a circle of Pep!, candy, and gold coins.]

Webby: I told you guys it would work!

Donald: Boys! We found a way to turn you back to normal!

[Huey, Dewey, and Louie exchange a hesitant look]

Dewey: What if… we don’t want to?

Huey: Yeah…, as weird as it’s been to be fairies, it’s also been a lot of fun.

Louie: What they said.

[A brief, tense silence occurs, the camera framing the scene to look like a standoff between Huey, Dewey, and Louie, and their family.]

Scrooge: Ay, boys, I know it may be a lot of fun to be fairies right now. And trust me, I’ve dealt with many magical shenanigans like this in my years, the fun never lasts. It’s always more worth it to keep the brief fun memories than to have them tainted by getting bored or suffering the consequences of your own magic.

[Huey, Dewey, and Louie exchange another look.]

Huey: Okay. What do we need to do?

Beakley: (Pulling out three vials from behind her back) Just shake some of your fairy dust into these vials. Once we close them up, the rest of the fairy dust should remove itself from your systems, turning you back to normal.

[The boys fly up to Beakley. Huey flutters forward, and Beakley holds out the first vial. He shakes some fairy dust into the vial’s mouth, then goes back to his brothers. Beakley holds out the next vial, and Dewey does the same thing. Louie flutters up to the last vial, but pauses.]

Louie: Wait! Can I do one last thing before we do this?

[The camera cuts to a shot of Louie swimming around in a cup of Pep!. The audience laughs loudly.]

Louie: Aaaaah… it’s better than I ever dreamed!

Donald: Come on, Louie.

Louie: Alright, alright.

[The camera cuts back to the shot from before. Louie flutters back to the vial and shakes some of his fairy dust inside as well.]

Louie: (To Huey and Dewey) Well, it’s been real.

Dewey: Indewbitably!

Huey and Louie: Shut up, Dewey.

[As Huey and Louie smack the back of Dewey’s head, Beakley corks the three vials, and a poof of purple smoke obscures the camera. When the smoke clears, Huey, Dewey, and Louie are sitting on the floor, drowsily leaning on each other, no longer fairies.]

Donald: Boys!

[He runs up and bear hugs them, picking them up off the floor.]

Louie: (Feeling his hoodie’s fabric wet with Pep! and touching the tears in its back) Eugh, my hoodie’s ruined!

[Dewey takes a step forward but stumbles, and grabs Huey’s shoulder to catch himself, startling Huey and nearly pulling them both down. The audience laughs.]

Dewey: Gosh, I’m tired.

Webby: You guys probably overexerted yourselves while you were fairies. You might’ve had the energy for all that flying and magic then, but your normal bodies don’t.

Beakley: Let’s get you three home and changed, and you can sleep.

[She hands the boys each their vials, now full to the top with their respective fairy dusts.]

Louie: I cannot get to bed fast enough!

Huey and Dewey: Ditto.

[The door to Funso’s closes behind the family as they exit. The audience cheers for the happy ending.]

[Fade Out]

—

[Int: Garage. Launchpad is now putting everything away after the Crash Happies have left rehearsal. The scene quickly shrinks to a small window so the credits can roll.]

Launchpad: (Seeing the scene shrink) Aaah! The ghosts are back! And they shrunk the room!

[Launchpad promptly drops back to fetal position on the floor.]

Launchpad: (Screaming) MR. MCDUCK!!! YOUR GARAGE IS HAUNTED!!!!

[A beat of silence.]

Scrooge: (Muffled, in the distance) What?

[Fade Out]

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YOU TASTE THE SILVER - IvanTill WIP (Part 9)

Guys, I don't normally post here unless I have at least another POV ready, but I'm gonna admit this last Ivan POV is NOT working out. I rewrote it three times, and it's still fighting me. Hopefully I can dig myself out of the ditch, but oh well. Y'all can enjoy Till's POV while I suffer.

ON AO3 - part one - part two - part three - part four - part five&six - part seven - part eight

Till's life is going well. He's used to the new house, he's found new inspiration to write and mix more songs ever since Mizi's concert, so he's going live more often, which means his audience has been growing steadily. Dewey got a promotion at work and Isaac is doing an EMT course that will guarantee him a promotion as well.

He's also started chatting more often with Navi, enough so that they are... almost friends? He doesn't want to assume, but Navi is always so happy to talk about anything Till wants that the conversation flows easily. Navi especially likes to know what Till is eating, all the boring details that Till finds himself... eager to share. Till has never been overly chatty, and idle conversation is awkward, but somehow Navi shows so much interest in what he has to say that Till finds himself invested in expressinging himself more, in looking for things to talk about.

Navi likes knowing what Till thinks of the weather, and actively engages with him over which brand of ramyeon is better. Somehow, they can get into discussions over the most innocuous thing, and end up discussing music and lyrics and mixing for hours on end.

They have an ongoing discussion about the use of english in lyrics, which frequently comes back up whenever one of them thinks of another argument, and also an untold pact of sending animal pictures to each other; Till sends pictures of any dog he sees on the street, because Navi said it's his favorite animal even if he can't have one, and Navi sends back cat pictures, since his sister has one and cat pictures are easier than snake ones, which are Till's favorite animal.

Till feels... warm, about it. He's never had many friends, being a lone wolf throughout his school years; he was always in detention, or going directly home after school. He'd always had a temper, something that only really cooled after he left school and was allowed to focus on music. Dewey was his brother, not his friend, and Hyuna was more of an acquaintance than a close friendship.

Till also felt. Guilty, maybe? About the amount of money Navi kept spending on him. He wasn't a friendship expert, but he was pretty sure friends didn't send you almost 50$ dollars when you complained about picking between ramyeon and tteokbokki and told you to pick both.

(Till knew it was a mistake to migrate over from texting to Kakaotext, since now Navi could send him money directly through that. But he also had to admit the amount of stickers Navi used was beyond cute.)

Navi had also sent him some other gifts, beyond the spontaneous kakaopay transfers and normal stream donations; he's sent Till a collection of rings after bothering Till for a week straight to give him his ring size, a comfy sweater that Till didn't take off for a week due to how soft it was, and so on.

Till felt a weird tingling feeling on his stomach, a blush taking over his face whenever Navi sent him anything. He's normally fine ignoring it after a token protest, too practical to actually deny money.

He thinks he should feel bad about it, or something. Dewey told him, a few weeks into his streaming career, that he'd feel awful about getting so much money and not giving it back. Till thinks it's an exchange; he streams and people give him money for entertaining them. For a little while, the same applied to Navi. Why should he care if someone wasted their money on Till? He didn't think gacha companies were at fault for people's spending habits.

That was until they started texting. That was until Navi stopped being just a name on the screen and became a person who liked dogs, did spicy challenges for fun and had strong opinions about the conservation of endangered animals.

Till thought he might start to feel guilty, then, or at least want to pay Navi back somehow.

Instead what he gets is a warmth throughout his chest and an entirely undignified urge to squirm in place. He likes it when Navi spends money on the most mundane things, when Navi tells him to get himself some food. When Navi sends him money with instructions to get something specific Till scrambles to get it, and enjoys the treat with red cheeks and an unknown tightness in his chest.

He doesn't get it, and he's too embarrassed to talk about it with anyone else.

(Reviewing the memory, later on, will show Till the following; the weird warmth, the urge to squirm, it is arousal. Till likes it a lot, when Navi gives him things and tells him what to do with it. He feels spoiled and taken care of and confusedly horny about it all.)

He's doing his best to not care much about it, but his weeks-long wave of good luck seems to have run dry, because he ended up sick some two days ago. He's had to cancel three streams already, and is miserable enough he's debating actually going to a doctor about it.

Luckily for him, he's not coughing or nauseous, which are his least favorite symptoms. He is congested and his nose is running all the time, and he does feel feverish, but there's not much he can do about that except sleep it off.

He's currently huddled into his couch, slowly eating the samgyetang Isaac made for him and watching a show Hyuna recommended. It's a simple, no-thoughts-necessary show; the female MC is a former yakuza member that's trying to leave her past behind and live as a teacher, and the two competing love interests are a big executive type who has a child on the school and is an ass to her but is able to afford a pretty luxurious life as long as she goes along with his plans, or a old member of the Yakuza who fell in love with her when he was a child and is now reforming himself to be able to stand besides her "in the light", as he put it.

Till is cheering on the yakuza guy, mostly because he's a lot sweeter than the asshole executive.

He's also live-blogging to Navi, who has been hovering so badly that Till gave up and allowed the other to get his actual address so Navi can buy him some soup and energy drinks. He thinks he'll regret it later, but he's not complaining right now, when Navi is making sure he has food delivered for every meal and also all the necessary meds.

You [ 5:47PM ] Oh look, the asshole is going on a business trip. Maybe we'll get some good scenes with the yakuza guy now.

Navi [ 5:47 ] You're really invested into this, aren't you? What do you even like in this character?

You [ 5:48PM ] He's just so much better than the asshole. I don't get why girls would ever go for someone who's so rude to them.

Till huffs, looking up at the TV as the in-between episode extra starts. They're always funny, showing the behind the scenes and some interviews with the actors. He likes the main actress well enough, and by what he saw the actor for the asshole is a well-established star that he had no idea existed until now.

Well, the same can be said of the younger yakuza guy. His actor, someone named Ivan, is talking about how he prepared for the role, and Till can't help but be interested. The asshole guy only talked about his physical conditioning, but Ivan is talking about how he talked things over with the director, watched former-yakuza interviews and did his best to research about the motivations of his character.

He's also very handsome, in an endearing way, and Till can't help agreeing with the interviewer when she tells Ivan his fans will love the role, and that seeing him do such an earnest character will get all the girls swooning.

You [ 5:48PM ] Also, seeing the interviews, this Ivan person is just a lot better than the other actor. He cares a lot more about his character, which I think is way more important than how you look.

The interview ends, and Till decides to send another commentary before getting up to fetch more tissues for his nose.

You [ 5:48PM ] I bet Ivan would look cute doing aegyo. He's got the face for it, at least. Though I don't know if actors do that, I've only seen Idols do it on command.

Message sent, Till puts his phone to the side and gathers his little mountain for tissues and shuffles to the trash can, dumping them before refilling his water bottle and getting a new box before snuggling up again.

Navi still hasn't answered.

He frowns. He knows Navi can be busy, he definitely has other things to do rather than keep Till company, but he usually sends a BRB text if he'll be away from his phone for more than a minute.

He's still a little sick, and fervish, and miserable, so he doesn't think too hard about it and messages Navi again.

You [ 5:50PM ] Navi?

Navi [ 5:51PM ] Sorry, hyung. I just got surprised. My name is Ivan as well.

Till makes a little surprised noise. Ivan isn't that common of a name. What are the odds?

You [ 5:51PM ] Wow, it must be weird to share names with someone famous.

Navi answers quickly, but with far poorer grammar than what Till is used to.

Navi [ 5:52PM ] haha yeah well, I got used to it. do you like Ivan?

You [ 5:53PM ] I haven't seen much besides this series, he seems pretty good. Did you have any recommendations?

Navi – or, well, Ivan. Till quickly goes to change his contact name before he forgets – takes some more time to answer, and Till decides he must be busy, so he puts the show back on, doing his best not to sneeze into his soup. It's only as he's almost napping that he gets a text.

Ivan [ 5:52PM ] "Creating Heaven", "So long, not enough" and "Kamera" are tolerable, but hyung should watch some more and tell me what's your favorites!

Till is too sleepy to type, so he just takes a picture of himself giving thumbs up and snuggles back on his couch, Ivan-the-actor's soothing voice talking with the MC lulling him to a nice, dreamless sleep.

part ten

[bisexualfemalemess]

*HSMTMTS SEASON 4 SPOILERS*

Final episode. Oh, this is gonna kill me. Let’s go.

Poor ricky worrying about gina. HE WAS NOT HAVING DANI TRYNA JUMP IN LMAO. Ooh, there’s my babygirl G. Ricky being a supportive boyfriend, awww. EJ AS BOLTON, yasss. Gina wanted ricky to ask her to stay and he didn’t want to make the same mistake he did with nini, miscommunication trope, i hate it here. RICKY BOWEN IS A FUCKING MENACE. “hey, by the way, who the fuck are you guys?” Been asking myself this question for four years, we still don’t know. Awww, Ricky, baby. Ah, Monique coleman giving kourtney advice, aww cute. WISH WE WOULD HAVE GOTTEN AN ACTUAL THE BOYS ARE BACK SCENE. TIM, I’M UNDER YOUR BED. Ooh, rina paralleling troyella, babies. Why is everyone going to ej for advice lmao, even miss jenn. That boy is a freshman in college. Maddox is so pissed that ash and red could be back together. Madison knew hahha. MADLYN CONFESSION AND KISS, LET’S GO LESBIANS/ SAPPHICS! Also, the fact that ej carved their names into a tree, he knew since the beginning and was a supporter, 😂 Terri back off, gina’s already hesitant. Jealous ricky, awww. GINA JUST WALK AWAY, SHE’S SO GOOD, My gabriella fr. “Be good to her. Just please take care of her in New Zealand.” My boy loves her so much 😭😭😭😭😭😭. JENNZZARA ARE SO CUTE. NOT THE RINA LOOK EXCHANGE BEFORE MY BOY RICKY SINGS SCREAM. THEY’RE SO TROYELLA RN. Antoine is me. Aww not Benjamin touching his heart while watching miss jenn perform. JETNEY SCENE. MADDOX IS GOING TO NEW ZEALAND TOO WTF??? Aww, big red worrying about Ricky, such a good friendship. Ricky worrying about his future now that gina’s leaving. Rina right here, right now reprise version?! It work so well for them at this point in their story. My poor children, tim istg if they don’t get their happy end i’m suing. THE LOOK EXCHANGE AND GINAS SMILE AFTER THE SONG, DON’T MIND ME DYING ON THE FLOOR. HAHA MRS POTTER DID NOT LIKE THAT. WAIT ANTOINE IS ANDY??? WAIT ANDY AND RED???? ANOTHER RINA LOOK EXCHANGE DURING CURTAIN CALL, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! andy screaming is me. DEWEY IS A SOFTIE OMG. AND A RINA CHEEK KISS! Seb 😭😭😭. Gina, my movie star baby. Ooof ricky’s speech hit me where it hurts. I hate it here. ITS OVER KOURTNEY SHUT UP 😭😭😭😭. G OH SHE LOOKS GORGEOUS AND THE WAY RICKY LOOKED AT HER AND MOUTHED ‘wow’. He’s in such awe of her, my otp. Oof, gina’s speech also hit me where it hurts. Not her calling jet out when it comes to kourtney haha. THE WAY SHE WENT THROUGH THE PEOPLE ONE BY ONE OH AND WHAT SHE SAID TO RICKY OMG 😭😭😭 “But with you I feel so seen, and so understood and so known.” THATS SO MUCH BETTER THAN ANY I LOVE YOU, OH THEY DESTROY ME. I MEAN SHE LITERALLY SAID “this one is gonna kill me.” The way the camera couldn’t find ej 😂😂😂. MISS JENN IS THEIR MOTHER, GINA CONFIRMED. THE RINA HUG AFTER HER SPEECH TO HIM PLS I’M ON THE FLOOR. NOT ASHLYN FINDING OUT MADDOX HAS TO LEAVE TOO. I HATE IT HERE. RINA AND MADLYN ENDGAME PLS. OH THE WAY RICKY’S VOICR BROKE WHEN HE SAID “I DIDN’T SAY I LOVR YOU.” OOH GO FIND THAT GUITAR RICKY. Ooh mack’s not doing Romeo and Juliette, ha. GO TELL YOUR GIRL YOU LOVR HER RICKY, GET THE GIRL. OMG RICKY! “Am i too late?” Some things never change. RICKY. CONFESSING. HIS. LOVE. TO. GINA. WITH. A. SONG. IN. FRONT. OF. REPORTERS. HER MOM. ALL THEIR FRIENDS. THEIR TEACHERS. HER BOSS. DON’T MIND ME ON THE FLOOR SOBBING HYSTERICALLY. THE LYRICS??? ‘Cause i love you fells a lot like high school and forever after that.”STFU. EVERYONE JOINING IN 😭😭😭 RINA ENDGAME OMG. RINI LOVE CONFESSION COULD NEVER. ITS HIS FAVORITE HAT SHUT UP. STFU STFU STFU THE EMBROIDERY ON THE TAG STFU. “Just like me.” RINA ENDGAME. OMG GINA MOVED THE MOVIE TO SALT LAKE BEFORE RICKY EVER EVEN SHOWED UP, RINA ENDGAME FR. AWW MISS JENNS STAYING TOO. RINA FOREHEAD KISS SHUT UP! Ricky is such a good boyfriend, helping her down. Terri finally approves! Ha. MISS JENN AND MR MAZZARA FINALLY. GINA WEARING RICKYS JACKET AHHH, cuties. BORN TO BE BRAVE NAWW. LAST RINA CHEEK KISS, IM FINE 😭😭😭😭 AWW THEY WENT TO DENNY’S. What a nice nod to nini. Omg the post credit scene STOP IT RN.

Seblos endgame ✅

Jetney endgame ✅ (kinda)

Madlyn endgame ✅

Jennzzara endgame ✅

MOST IMPORTANTLY RINA ENDGAME ✅✅✅ THEY CALLED US DELUSIONAL BUT WE MADE IT RINAS. THIS SEASON WAS FOR US. THIS IS THE BEST DISNEY SHIP THEY WERE SO INSANE FOR A DISNEY SHIP, OMG. OTP FOREVER, Golden retriever boyfriend and black cat girlfriend fr.

Question; Are we all in agreement that ricky definitely took over as Romeo after mack left the movie???

[cherryberg]

Your top 3 musicals ever gogogo gogo ogo go

HEEEEELPPPPP HEEEEEEEEEEEEELPPPPPPP aough .... ardate please you have to understand that i Have to understand that my taste in musicals are very limited now. when you were a musical girlie in 2016, you leave that shit behind for a few hundred years and now have to rebuild all of that again from scratch with a new appreciation so...

this went longer than expected so the list goes Marvin Trilogy, Fun Home, School of Rock. more under the cut smiles

Marvin Trilogy

In Trousers, Falsettos [March of the Falsettos, Falsettoland]

Fav Songs, excluding obvious fan-favourites: Can't Sleep, How Marvin Eats His Breakfast, My Father's a Homo/Everyone Tells Jason to See a Psychiatrist, Round Tables Square Tables, etc

i don't know many, but man. i like a good sung-through musical. means i can listen to the whole soundtrack from start to finish and have cohesively consumed a whole narrative. and tbh? falsettos, but even in trousers too, don't really have Bad songs. i've listened to the falsettos 2016 revival and in trousers 1979 original cast soundtracks dozens of times (both separately and together). which, i mean. compared to the other musicals i have here, i haven't even listened to their whole soundtracks (which. to be fair i did see those live). and yeah you have the really good songs that Everyone likes. the Thrill of First Loves and the Whizzer Going Downs and what have you, but you listen to the tracks a second time, or maybe watch the proshot again, and you get the smaller less-appreciated songs in your head. not included in the fav songs list because that thing's long, but i love A Breakfast Over Sugar. i get Set Those Sails and A Marriage Proposal and Miracle of Judaism stuck in my head. and its great! not to mention just how good and how important the story is .. i could go on but aough ..... long

Fun Home

Fav Songs: Edges of the World, Welcome to Our House on Maple Avenue, Telephone Wire, currently being annoying about Raincoat of Love

PUNCHES WALL. PUNCHES WALL. PUNCHES WALL. PUNCHES WALL. PUNCHES WALL. PUNCHES WALL. PUNCHES WALL. PUNCHES

yeah man. saw this one for school. still have the ticket actually. but Because i did it for school, i have so much analysis and thoughts up here, it's maybe too long and specific. and also for like. a specific production that no one on tumblr would've watched. i would give anything to see that production again though. it wouldn't be the same as seeing it live, Especially during certain moments, but goodness gracious, man. the set design, the lighting, and that revolving stage? absolutely everything to me... so well integrated. just... mwah

School of Rock

Fav Songs: Stick It to the Man, Act 2 Scene 8: Dewey's Bedroom. You're in the Band .. mehbeh

Um... I don't really.. have a third that I can think of that's on par. But, it's School of Rock. It's awesome. my sibling had a track record of not liking musicals when they had to come and see it with me (when i still went out to watch musicals aough ...), but I think this was the first one they really liked - enough for me to get them a key ring of the show! (they cried during If Only You Would Listen too :]) It was a wonderful performance, and the kids were so good and coordinated too! They let us take pictures of the ending song ... which i just took a video of, so i still have that. I watched School of Rock during my ... hardcore theatre kid era though so.. i've got a few cringe worthy memories of it .. but yeah is good :]

I did see Moulin Rouge once as well, despite never having seen the movie, and that was very good as well. Though I'm not much for jukebox musicals (can't deny that Moulin Rouge tracks can be freakin' awesome though) and I think I was too busy ogling heehee

but yeah .. that's all :]

[aquaaquila]

Hey, we can have more than one Black Cat (if we can have more than one Spiderman), especially since Gina already was a Catwoman on Halloween and she did start more as a morally grey character at the beginning of the series anyway. Or we could make her Spinneret since that's MJ as Spider-Woman basically(though not Michelle Jones which would be closer to Gina unlike Mary Jane). Though we could make Ashlyn a Spinneret instead along with being a reporter (this would happen very late though, like super late, and she would still be a reporter and not as recurring as a superheroine)

But Ghost Spider works too, after all, Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy ALSO deserve to have happily ever after, considering how Gwen Stacy is only used to further develop Peter through her death, which is just so seasons 1-2 Gina being only there to further Ricky instead of being his actual love interest unlike in season 3-4, and normally Gwen and Pete don't get to be together so it's about time we could change pace a bit. (Don't mind me providing 4 different ideas at once, I'm just spitballing as this brain rot also was taking over me for a long time and I love exploring possibilities and Spiderverse in general)

But yeah, it's settled that Kourtney must be a Black Cat as I really have a hard time figuring her out as something else. E.J. as Harry Osborn also works excellently, along with his dad. I also agree with Mr. Mazzara(though let's be real, we they all would be grieving him), however what about Ricky's uncle Ben? Is he going to lose his mom? His dad? At least one of them has to go one way or another.

I figured Nini could be like the family-friendly original Gwen Stacy not to be confused with Spider-Gwen where she doesn't actually die but just moves away and it's still a canon event, and perhaps she becomes Spider-Girl in California. Or we kill her and make her a vampire (a reference to Olivia's new song(I mean, it's not no longer that new but still) Also Gwen has a storyline of having clones after her death that were evil and would've ruined her character if she was actually Gwen).

For Carlos, we could use Cooper Coen, known also as Web-Weaver who is an openly gay Spiderman. He also used to have a boyfriend who is the male version of Silk known as Albert Moon Junior who could be Seb (insert Spiderman pointing meme with Maddox and Seb as both being Silks in this like what).

Are we including Big Red, Mack, Dani, Val, Dewey, Howie, Lily, Jack, Antoine, Natalie, Emmy, and Alex in this? I mean, we have slots for Venom symbiote and other Spider-people variants.

maddox is so spiderman coded

OH MY GOD UR SO RIGHT ??? i saw people on twitter coming up with a madlyn spiderman au where maddox is spiderman and if no one does it i think i’m gonna have to bc LOOK

peter parker is TREMBLING rn

[cloveroctobers]

ess! you’re the only black writer i know that writes for fez at this moment. okay i’m not too sure if requests are opened or close but i just saw that they really had made this girl faye stay up with fez yea.. nah. anyway you could write something about how the reader would feel about this? especially if fez being her man she’s over there a lot helping with business shit and just being overall cuddly w/ fez and faye has brought up her distaste for her continual presence to fez before....

i don’t mind — fez x black! reader

A/N: it’s finally here! Also was jamming to my ex husband so that’s the song choice for this one. It all makes sense now zayn and fez/angus? have similar mannerisms to me. This could have been out sooner but tumblr was acting up yesterday so I lost motivation to write since it wouldn’t save what I tried to write!!!! After episode three and seeing the promo for the next?! I just know we’re about to see that shift into the darkness and I’m not sure I’m ready! On a lighter note, Who can really stay mad at fez is the question for this one? Anywho hope you like this *tinashe’s voice* DRA-MAMA

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In this household it was always great to give each other some space. You, Fez, and Ash were all mixed with different personalities so sometimes you all tended to clash but majority of the time you meshed well. You didn’t live with fez and ash but you might as well with how much time you spent over there. Wise words from your family who still had something to say about your whereabouts since you lived under their roof part time. You hardly had a issue getting comfortable anywhere and anything that was fez’s was basically yours.

Currently you leaned against the counter as you faced the mirror, messing around with a eyelash curler—since inward eyelashes tended to be a real bitch. You scoffed realizing fez was blessed with some nice ass eyelashes and didn’t have this issue. It was a long day and you preferred being at Fez’s than heading home for the weekend so here you were doing your own routine. Since Ash didn’t want to watch some bad reality tv series with you, he left you to do your thing while he tended to the store downstairs, and fez left to grab y’all some grub, which left you with one option:

Catering to yourself.

Skincare? Check.

Re-twisting your locs? Check.

A nicely scented epsom salt bath — after you managed to drag yourself from the couch to the bathroom, you constantly thanked your chiropractor for the suggestion every time you gained extra relief from the bath. Checky check.

You weren’t sure when you dozed off but your phone rattling against the bamboo tray you had situated in front of you was enough to snap you out of dreamland. It was simply a text from your older sis about how your grandfather (who basically got kicked out of his own crib by your Caribbean step-grandmother) was getting on her nerves as he constantly hogged the living room to blast Rick James and Teena Marie. Laughing you encouraged her to hook up with her girls tonight for some freedom, however her on and off again boyfriend was in Houston for the weekend with his side piece—figures (and your dad was down with a bad cold, so she couldn’t just leave the kids with your grandfather. I mean she could if she really wanted to but she didn’t want to traumatize her kids with that man—let’s just say that).

Moisturized body to match your refreshed Dewey skin? Better believe that’s a check!

Wiggling your thighs in the mirror on tiktok to the beat at how good you look refreshed for the night? Check check check.

Your phone buzzed again as you stopped dancing in front of the full-length mirror behind the door. Sighing you reached backwards and suddenly decided against that once you were hit with some soreness from most likely tending to your hair and walked over to the counter instead, “Samira, if you don’t take my niece and nephew somewhere else for the night—

Instead it wasn’t from your aggravated sister. It was a text from ash.

A$H🌚

🚩

Was all it said.

Tilting your head to the side you sent back multiple question marks before placing your phone in your waistband. Just as you did, you heard the front door shut and the sound of thudding coming up the steps which also made you check the time.

“It really took you that long to get Mickey D’s?” You questioned, now walking down the hallway to see a blonde sitting on the steps with a bleeding nose.

Immediately your eyes flicked to fez who stood in the space between the living room and kitchen as if he was a Robert Patterson meme.

“Uh yeah, ran into a situation on my way. Custer needed my help so I scooped up his girl, Faye. She’s gonna be staying here until things coo down.” Fez started as you quirked up a brow at the girl who was basically trying to stop the bleeding with one of her hands and sent a wave your way, “y/n, that’s Faye. Faye this is my girl, y/n.”

Sighing you walked by and snatched some paper towel off the counter, folding it so that it was layered before you popped a squat by her and held it out to her, “here girl. I don’t know what went on tonight but keep your head down, keeping your head back makes it worse.”

Faye took the towel as you walked away from her to take a seat next to fez, crossing one leg over the other, while placing a arm over the top of the chair as you looked at fez who silently began unraveling his sandwich.

“I didn’t do anything.” Faye weakly said but you just shrugged.

It wasn’t your business.

Fez gave out some house rules to Faye who was real quiet this time around but she answered so that fez knew she understood.

“…Want some of my sandwich?” Fez asked her, before he bit into it.

You didn’t even touch your food yet.

“Okay.” You could tell that cheered Faye up some, as fez scrapped the chair back to get a knife.

He cut the sandwich in half before plopping it on a paper plate. He then went over to Faye and handed it to her, who still had her back to you two. Once fez came back to your side, you were still eyeing him before he turned to meet your eyes.

“Why da hell is one your caterpillar brows orange?” He asked before his hungry behind could take a large bite out part of his meal.

Ignoring Fez you sipped at your mocha frappe real slow before you popped your tongue, “hey Faye, I just remembered aren’t you the one who said rue eats my Ginger’s ass for drugs?”

A frown sat in between fez’s brows as he side-eyed faye, “yo, you said that?”

Faye’s eyes went wide before she answered, “I—I don’t remember…Who’s rue again?”

Laughing to yourself you squeezed fez’s shoulder, “I didn’t know that was something you’re into, honey.”

“Don’t start, y/n.” Fez kissed his teeth, giving you a glance since he knew although there was a smile on your face you were a little irritated that he didn’t bother to communicate that y’all were going to have company for whoever knows how long.

Pursing your lips you raised your hands before sitting right to dig into your own food for the night. Faye could sense there was a little tension between you two but it’s not like she cared much with a towel shoved up her nose and bit into her half of a sandwich.

It was Sunday when faye decided to get too comfortable. Ash walked around here as if she didn’t exist in the first place, he had a thing about people invading his space and he definitely felt a way about it, fez didn’t talk much generally but he was one of the ones who made sure she was good with the essentials and as for you? After your debate about her presence in fez’s room the other night, you were cordial with her—she didn’t do much but lay around on the couch, cry about missing Custer, and watch powerpuff girls and riverdale while high.

You were upstairs while Fez, ash, and Faye were downstairs at the shop for majority of the day. It wasn’t until you heard Faye blabbing something to fez as they were making their way into the house.

“He’s not gonna be a problem. We don’t scare easily over here.” Fez answered as he pulled on your arm for you to move so he could sit down.

You leaned you arm across his lap as you turned your attention back to the series on the screen, “something happened down at the store?”

Fez huffed, “Nate’s bitch ass dad slid through not too long after Lexi Howard showed up. Walkin’ around like we were supposed to be scared or sum, Lexi was a little shook tho.”

“Lexi was here?” You asked, “right before mr. Jacobs? He had to be following her, he gives me major predator vibes.”

Fez nodded, “yeah even offered for ash to take her back home but she said she was fine. Waited around for a bit too.”

“Y/n,” Faye interrupted, “did you eat?”

“Yeah? A bacon grilled cheese. Why?”

“Where’s the leftovers for the rest of us?”

You lifted your head to give fez a look who he gently shook his head back and forth as you answered before turning your attention back to the television, “there isn’t any. That was my lunch, y’all were downstairs all day. If you want to cook dinner be my guest.”

“Why would I do that? You’re the one laying around like a housewife, I thought that was your job.” You heard Faye mumble.

It only took seconds for you to shoot up from your spot as you looked over the couch at Faye, who was shoving things aside in the fridge then you replied, “what did you say? Speak up.”

“Nothing.” She innocently said.

Sitting on your knees on the couch, you faced Faye who closed the fridge to place something on the counter.

“I’ve been working on my mental health journey and it seems like you’re trying to disrupt that.” You waved your fingers around in a circle, “Im sensing that you have something you need to get off your chest, so let’s talk about it instead of throwing sneak disses when you think nobody wont hear that shit.”

Faye lifted her shoulders and widened her eyes as she started preparing a sandwich, “that’s good for you. I didn’t mean anything I’m just saying it looks like you’re playing house here. Laying all up on fez while he’s literally working hard and you’re just…Don’t you have a home elsewhere? What are you nineteen? Twenty?”

“Listen,” you breathed just as fez went to rest a freckled arm across the front of your waist to hold you in place, “you’re trying to disrespect me and I don’t like it, so let me check you right quick. Just because your parents tossed you out of the trailer park to fend for yourself doesn’t mean my family did me the same way. I didn’t have a problem with you, I had a problem with your situation. Don’t worry about what the fuck I have going on when you should be worried about that hotel manager you probably murdered.” Your voice was sweet but the tone was definitely menacing.

“Ma, chill.” Fez drawled on while you side-eyed him.

You gave him the hand and rolled your four fingers to press into your thumb, basically to tell him to zip it, since you weren’t done.

Faye scrunched up her swollen lips, “I literally just said I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or whatever. You don’t have to be a bitch and bring up the hotel or my family, okay? I just really miss Custer that’s all.”

“I don’t care, that doesn’t give you a reason to talk shit to me when I didn’t do a damn thing to you. You’re temporary here and if ash and I had things our way you’d be sleeping out back next to the garbage bin.” You jabbed a thumb behind you, “but out of the kindest of my ol’ husband’s heart, you’re here.” You laughed.

Suddenly you heard sniffing as faye began chewing on her bottom lip. She tossed the butter knife on the counter and fled from the scene with a, “fuck you! I’m outta here!”

“Bye!” You waved as she ran down the steps, tripping on the last one on her way out, most likely to go down stairs to vent to the wrong person, Ash.

A smirk was on your lips as you felt eyes burning into you. Of course Fez was looking at you in disappointment.

“Whatchu do all that for?”

“She was talking reckless to me. So she can dish it but can’t take it? Not my fault. Thanks for backing me up by the way.” You plucked his arm from around your waist.

Fez watched as you untangled yourself to straighten out your shorts before you also left the room. Fez groaned as he threw his hands up before pushing off the couch to go after you.

There you were in his room, picking up your things around his room to toss into your open duffel bag you had on his bed.

“So…you’re out too?”

“Hell yeah if you’re gonna pick sides, what do I need to stay for?”

Fez was smug, “‘cause I’m your hardworking husband that’s why.”

You didn’t crack a smile at the joke but a nice middle finger went his way.

“C’mon y/n cut the shit. I’m not picking nobody’s side since it’s really not that deep to begin with. This petty shit is real stupid.” He leaned against the doorway.

You placed your hands on your chest, “so now I’m stupid?”

“Where and when did I say that?” Fez blinked, “stop trying to twist shit and shut up for a minute and let me talk.”

“Shut up?” You repeated, “who do you think you’re talking to? I’m not the faye, the one, or the two.”

Fez rolled his eyes, “didn’t we say we’re going to try to talk things out instead of blowin’ up on each other and disappearing? So put your shit down and talk then.”

“You’re lucky I don’t knock all this shit over and Faye on her ass.” You tossed your last balled up shirt into the bag before sitting on his galaxy comforter, “I already told you fez, I don’t mind any of the shit you’re doing because I like being by your side. Shit, I help take the load off for y’all even when you don’t ask from time to time. All I said was to let me know whatever is about to go down and then you bring her here two days ago and she feels like she can say whatever the fuck she wants to me? Like I’m some useless hoe? She’s confused me with herself.”

Fez sat beside you, “you don’t got to explain that shit to her. I know what you do and why you’re here. I’m deadass just doing this for Custer, you know that. And you know she don’t think too hard before she says shit either. Don’t let that girl get in your head.”

“She’s not! which is why I sent her crying. She thought just because I’m chilling during the weekend that I’m lazy and I don’t have no backbone? We’re out here catching a bag everyday! excuse me if I wanted to spend a couple of days being a bum with my other family. I’m no pussy and she’s lucky I didn’t brush her teeth with one of those bricks outside.” You hissed.

Fez snorted as he latched onto your head bringing it into his chest, “my little ruff rida.”

You rolled your eyes sending a jab into his chest for him to let go of you, “nope you don’t get to hold me, cuddle me, or anything.”

“Whatchu mean? Were we not just havin’ a moment?” He rubbed at his chest.

Getting up you snatched your bag, “I’m still going home.”

“So what? you’re still mad at me?”

“I don’t like her energy and if I stay here any longer with her here? I’m going to catch a case. And like I said I’m working on my mental health so it’s best for me to go. I trust you to act right while I’m gone, Fergus.” You humphed as you reached over for your bag.

Fez hopped off the bed just to jump on you, making you yelp. “You not goin’ nowhere.”

This man was literally sitting on you and tossed your duffle onto the ground with a flick of his wrist, “Fergus, if you don’t get your Clifford the big red dog ass—

You halted as Fez bounced and you wheezed out a laugh, turning your buried face to the side. Fez made himself comfortable sitting on you for who knows how long messing with his phone! and you were sure you were starting to lose feeling in your legs until…he farted on you.

“No you didn’t.”

“Excuse me, My fault.”

Now elbows were flying and fez was barely holding his laughter in as he rolled off you. It was your turn to assault him as you straddled him, whacking him with pillows and attempting to turn this into WWE match. It ended with the both of y’all panting on the floor with bruises to probably match in the morning, small smiles on the both of your faces as you were on your sides. You behind fez, arms weakly wrapped around his throat and head, and legs locked around his waist.

“Just stay, you know if you leave you’re gonna just be FaceTiming me anyways when ashtray don’t give you the update on what’s going on. Stop being difficult.” Fez breathed, resting his head back against your chest.

“I need more clothes.”

“I’ll wash em. Or go buy yourself some, I always got what you need.” Fez suggested, digging into his pocket for his stack of cash.

You snorted, “the sugardaddy and the housewife strikes again.”

“Oh you can joke about it but I can’t—whatever, yo.”

You raked your nails against fez’s scalp before lowering your legs and then your arms. Shuffling your body, you now lay on your back as fez sat up now watching you, “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll stay…after I pop in on my grandad since you know how he feels about a ‘white gangster dating his favorite grandchild—‘

“I already told your pop-pop that he look just like Denzel Washington and I don’t want no parts on being on his bad side.” Fez commented making you laugh.

“You’re more worried about a dude in his late sixties than my dad who’s in his early forties?” You peered at Fez underneath your frustrating lashes.

Fez blinked, “hell yeah. The worse your dad could do is play the piano until my ears bleed like he’s Jamie foxx or some shit. Plus he’s always down with his weak ass immune system. So I’ll bet on your pop-pop taking me out more than anything.”

“Anyways,” you sucked air in between your teeth, “I’ll stay but you’re not getting any affection from me until the blow up doll gets kicked to the curb.”

“What? You buggin’.”

Fez wasn’t the most affectionate during the daily. Touch wasn’t the highest on his love language but he did enjoy it late at night with you beside him in bed, he couldn’t lie about that. Quality time was top of the list for him but now you’re here handing out ultimatums over him doing a favor for someone he occasionally did business with? That was foul.

“I think I’ll go see my pop-pop now.” You pushed up from your laying position, “let’s see how much you miss me, I might not come back.”

“Which is why I got your duffle bag with one of your favorite fits in there and you ain’t getting it back.” Fez proposed a stare off, daring you to touch the bag.

“I’ll fight you again, if I have to.”

Fez raised his brows, “I’m forreal dating a grandma, you were just crying about your back spasm a few minutes ago. You sure you wanna do that again, rida?”

Huffing you put your back to Fez and bent over, confusion was written on fez’s face—although he didn’t mind the view—that was quickly erased the minute you let it rip.

“The fuck?”

You laughed, “does it smell like hydrangeas?” You twerked your ass as fez took his large palm back and gave you a nice smack to your backside.

You shot up at the stinging sensation like a looney tunes character and whipped around to face him as he smirked at you getting ready to lit up his blunt. You rubbed at your now sore ass frowning at him, “I was just giving you a taste of your own medicine from earlier but now you want to be violent?”

“Come sit, I’ll make it better.” Amusement washed over his pretty eyes.

Dirty flashbacks tempted to enter your brain but you clenched your eyes shut before wagging a finger down at the smirking redhead. “Nope. I know your tricks Fergus and I won’t be tainted! My rules still apply.”

“Fine.” He laid back on the carpet as you moved around the room to find your shoes, a jacket, and your keys, “…I’ll miss you and your surprisingly non-smelly farts.”

“Yeah yeah, love you too. See you later.” You nudged his ankle with your foot on your way out.

As you went by the door he added, “and I’ll talk to faye.”

You knew he would, which brought another grin to your lips as you made your exit. Fez listened to you go since he couldn’t exactly see you from his position and exhaled with a roll of his head back and forth as he played what happened back in his head.

Letting out a low chuckle to himself, he realized you were the real deal no matter how dramatic you tended to be at times…don’t get that twisted! he didn’t like to invalidate your feelings or whatever—you could be a lot to handle but he didn’t mind. You were his and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t yours too.

[lettheladylead]

The Golden Heir Chapter 6 - Blood [Ch1] [Ch2] [Ch3] [Ch4] [Ch5] [Ch7] [Ch8]

Dickie opened her eyes to find herself tied up and in a room with a lot of unfamiliar faces. There were a bunch of tied up kids, and two little girls talking to them, and then a surprisingly familiar person was tied to two other people in the corner of the room.

As the boys (triplets? They looked familiar, like she’d seen them on the news) turned to talk to the one little girl that was tied up, Dickie looked over at the adults and sat up straight to make sure she was seeing things right.

“...Gyro?”

Everyone in the room turned to look at her, and everyone looked massively confused except for the two girls that weren’t tied up.

Gyro in particular looked like he was understanding the situation less and less. “...Dickie? Wha...what are you doing here?!”

She looked around the room and noticed that one of the triplets was staring at her like he knew her from somewhere. The other two were animatedly discussing how their Uncle Scrooge was faring in a fight and Dickie finally realized who they all were - Huey, Dewey, and Louie, Scrooge McDuck’s nephews! She wasn’t an expert, but she’d read articles about their family before.

“I’m, uh...not really sure,” she said quietly. “My grandma told me to just do whatever these weird bad guys said or else they’d hurt me, so…”

“Your grandmother…?” Gyro mumbled, looking around the room. “I don’t understand, I thought they were just taking people with a connection to Scrooge.”

The little girls looked at each other and started giggling as the triplets and the other little girl leaned towards each other. Dickie wondered if they were trying to break the ropes holding them up, but that definitely wasn’t going to work. She opened her mouth to say something again when the screen on the wall blipped and suddenly they were all able to see something very frightening.

The two people she’d interacted with earlier - Heron and Bradford, apparently - were standing atop some sort of structure looking even more evil than before.

“Hi Mommy!” June said with a little wave.

“Each of them will soon be erased from existence as well,” Bradford said, and Dickie propped herself into a fully seated position and then tried to scoot closer to Gyro and the other adults.

She didn’t understand what was happening at all but she could see behind Heron was a small group of people chained up and hanging near the edge of the tower, overtop of what seemed like a swirling vortex of doom. Though she could only see a few strands of blonde in the far corner, Dickie knew exactly who was out there.

“Granny…” she said softly, almost too soft for anyone to hear.

Louie, though, glanced back at her with a confused look on his face.

Everyone was silently watching the scene folding outside until Bradford suddenly shoved Heron into the vortex. Dickie wasn’t able to hear everything they said, but she was pretty sure that wasn’t a part of the plan based on how upset the two girls got.

“MOM!”

“NO!!!”

They yelled out and cradled the screen which had turned to just noise.

The girl that was tied to Gyro spoke up. “Wait, he’s gonna get rid of his own team, too?!”

“Do you know how replaceable clones are?” Gyro responded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

The two little girls turned towards them looking somber and Dickie finally started to realize what was happening. Those little girls must’ve been misguided clones of the other little girl that looked just like them. The one the triplets called Webby.

She still didn’t know what this all had to do with her grandma or with her. Why had Bradford needed her to get that weird piece of paper? Was that the Papyrus that he yelled about before killing Heron?

“Bradford’s lying! Mom told us the story of the Papyrus of Binding. It can only be found by a direct descendant of Scrooge!” the red triplet explained. “I didn’t find it!”

“Me neither!”

“Nah-uh!”

Webby looked confused. “But then...why did Bradford try to have me find it?” She swung around for a moment. “I’m not...I mean...what Granny told me earlier…”

The boys looked at each other. “What did she tell you?”

“That I’m not really her granddaughter…” Webby said sadly, staring down at the floor. “That she found me as a baby in F.O.W.L. headquarters. And Bradford said I was made by F.O.W.L. But...why?”

A heavily-accented voice filled the room with a sing-song response. “Well, obviously they were trying to create a descendant of Scrooge McDuck!”

Everyone stared at the man holding the harmonica and he looked back as if he hadn’t said something strange. “What?”

“So you’re saying…” Huey’s face contorted through a hundred expressions as he put his thoughts together. “May and June are made from Webby and...Webby is made from...Uncle Scrooge?”

Webby’s mouth was hanging open. “Bless me bagpipes…”

“Wait, so, like, does that make Webby Scrooge’s daughter?” Dewey mumbled. “Then why didn’t the Papyrus appear for her?”

“I guess the Papyrus didn’t count it,” Huey said. “If Webby is a genetically modified clone, then I suppose she isn’t technically a descendant.”

“But that doesn’t change the fact that they have the Papyrus!” Webby yelped. “So then...how did…?”

Louie’s eyes widened and he turned the group of boys around to look back at Dickie. She knew she needed to say something but felt awkward interrupting during this moment of revelations for their family, but she was starting to come to a conclusion of her own and that needed her full attention.

“Your name is...Dickie, right?”

Gyro looked between Louie and Dickie and almost jumped when he realized what was happening.

“Yeah...um…” Dickie mumbled, looking down at the floor.

“You look a lot like our Aunt Goldie,” Louie continued. The other kidnapees in the room gasped, Gyro and Von Drake excluded, and Louie nodded feeling very confident in his conclusion.

“...Aunt Goldie, huh?” She looked up at Louie and grinned sheepishly. “To me, she’s just...Grandma Goldie.”

“WHAT?!” Huey shouted, shaking the boys around. “Grandma like...like grandma grandma? Goldie O’Gilt?!”

“...yeah.”

Webby was staring at her so intensely and Dickie couldn’t look back. “So...did the Papyrus appear to you?”

Dickie nodded after a moment of hesitation. “He didn’t tell me what it was! I was just following orders so he wouldn’t kill anybody!”

Gyro let out a loud, inhuman noise. “You’ve been related to Scrooge this entire time and never thought to mention it?”

“Well I-I didn’t know!” Dickie yelled, struggling against the rope around her. “She always told me she didn’t know who my grandpa was!”

The kids all looked at Louie, knowing he had a special relationship with Goldie and might have more insight on this situation than the rest of them. He just shook his head. “I’m sure Aunt Goldie had her reasons for keeping this from Uncle Scrooge.”

“Or maybe she...she really didn’t know!” Dickie chimed in. “Just ‘cause this Bradford guy figured it out doesn’t mean Granny knew, right?”

“Oh, she definitely knew,” Von Drake said suddenly, making everyone look at him again. He seemed to have all the answers that no one else did. “Sure, Goldie likes to have fun, but she’d never carry a baby to term unless it was ol’ Scrooge McDuck’s, no doubt about that.”

“...how can you possibly be so sure about that?” Gyro said with a judgemental glare. The girl between them grimaced.

Von Drake opened his mouth to answer, but then stared at the gaggle of children in front of him and quickly shut his beak. “Ah...well. Just, ah, take my word for it.”

Dickie frowned and stared down at the floor. “So...what? I’m...Scrooge McDuck’s granddaughter? And that’s why they brought me here and tied me up? This is kind of insane, you guys know that, right?”

“Considering I just found out I’m a genetically modified clone of your grandpa…” Webby started, pouting her beak. “I think it’s not the craziest thing we learned today.”

“...that’s a good point.”

“Hey!” Dewey spoke up, spinning the boys around. “Does this make you Webby’s niece?”

Dickie and Webby looked at each other curiously. “I never imagined myself with an aunt that’s, like, half my age.”

Webby smiled awkwardly at the older girl and started to respond when her clones finally spoke up after staying silent for so long.

“So that’s it? That’s why we were made? So Bradford could find some dumb piece of paper and get rid of us?!” May shouted, staring down at her hands.

“...we weren’t even good enough to do that. We never have been.”

Dickie watched the girls talking to each other as Webby went into a little rant about family, and leaned back against the wall behind her. Sure, alright, she was technically Scrooge McDuck’s family. But that was just through blood. She definitely didn’t feel like his family. She didn’t even know him.

Knowing that her grandma kept this from her made Dickie feel like she wasn’t even a part of the family she knew. Of course families kept secrets from each other. Even the family in front of her - as much as they loved each other and kept each other strong, they clearly had a lot of secrets that’d just come out in the last day. Maybe she shouldn’t be so picky. At least she didn’t just learn she’s a clone of the richest guy on earth.

“Please...help us save our family,” Webby finished, and the two other girls looked at each other for a moment before smiling and reaching out to undo their knots.

[air-in-words]

Badger Snakes and The "Red-Stained Ledger"

Since my recent announcement identifying as a Badger Snake (don't @ me if I change my primary at some point lol still going back over that one,) I've looked up some characters that have been identified as Badger Snakes, and found two things:

1) There weren't very many in fiction and

2) most go through the same personal journey I had described in my previous post.

By that, I mean, a very similar feeling of self-loathing or feeling as though you have some dirty secret to hide, AKA the Red-Stained Ledger Natasha Romanoff refers to. The two main ones that have been agreed upon I'll be focusing on are Woody from Toy Story and the aforementioned Black Widow, but I'll also be bringing two new characters into the fray, one that's been sorted as such based on the portrayal, and one that I've discovered on my own. They are Selina Kyle AKA Catwoman and Dewey Finn from School of Rock.

It's interesting to find the similar plotlines that certain sortings are given consistently in media, and The Power Behind the Throne AKA Badger Snake seems to pretty much only have the one: They fight for the group that they are loyal to, but they can't seem to help but do so in a way that they aren't proud of, one that they're sure would lead said group to shun them.

I'm sure someone could point out a character I'm not referencing here that doesn't have that plot, but at the very least, this plot dominates the sorting.

Woody in the first movie goes through exactly that issue. He only wants to fight for Andy's toys, and in many ways, all toys he comes across. He makes choices that he believes will benefit everyone, and prides himself on being able to make the "tough choices." But, he ends up having to do so in a "duplicitous" way, when he seeks to manipulate Buzz Lightyear out of his group. This is a horrible, dirty secret to him, and he feels almost as if he could never return to them, never show his face again because of how he chooses to fight. In the end, he reaffirms that his actions come from a good place, a place of love for his group, and finds ways to use his crafty talents that are slightly more constructive and a little less "cloak and dagger."

Natasha Romanoff has given me the namesake for this Badger Snake element: the Red-Stained Ledger. She describes her desire to fight for her country, for her family, but struggles with what she knows she's good at. She believes she's inherently a bad person and is determined to remain a loner due to her "badness," due to the "monster" she is. Good people don't lie or manipulate. Good people... uh... I dunno, bake cakes or something? Work humble jobs? But, her contribution to the world, her ability to be clever and tricky, means that holding her group, her country, her family, the Avengers themselves, only in her heart and not in her hands. But, her true colors are shown in her never-ending dedication to the cause, down to her being willing to give her life so that no one else has to do it. In a way, it's sad, because she died believing she in some way deserved it. But, none of her teammates felt that way about her. She may have been crafty, a master manipulator, and a skillful liar, but she was the farthest thing from bad.

Now, onto the two newer additions. I've seen Selina Kyle sorted as Double Snake, and I would agree that there are many interpretations that could fit the bill. But, if you ask me, the truest interpretation of her is as The Power Behind the Throne, the Robin Hood with no loud cause to shout from the rooftops; only a desire to help the people of Gotham. She uses her skills as a thief to act as a sort of "guardian angel" to the poorest in Gotham, but she has no grand statement to make. She sees people hurting, her group, the underdogs of Gotham, and came to their aid. But she does so quietly, secretly, because she believes in her heart that the way she has done so is not worthy of praise. She's a con and a thief, but, she places people above all else. She, in some interpretations, is one of the main people to open Bruce's eyes to the fact that not all criminals are necessarily bad people. Some of them are just in terrible situations they can't get out of. And yet, she won't afford that benefit of the doubt to herself, believing she is simply a broken toy not worth fixing. Her occasionally lackadaisical attitude towards killing may seem to make Badger primary unlikely, but Badgers are not always loyal to ALL humans. Her group is the poor and downtrodden, and those who act against them are less than human in her eyes.

Now, we come to my personal favorite, my own personal discovery: Dewey Finn from one of my favorite movies, School of Rock.

Dewey is a fabulous example of a Badger Snake, in my personal opinion. His chosen group is Rock with a Capital R and "the band," whichever band that may currently be. He may have some sort of Burnt Snake primary performance/model going on, wanting to play the part of a "rock star" that truly only cares about himself, but his true loyalty is very clear. He is worried about doing his chosen group justice in every way, making sure that Rock is being well-represented and that he's serving his current band the very best he has to offer. Being kicked out of his band at the very beginning is earth-shattering to him, not because he has a Snake primary style devotion to only them, but because they told him he let them down, and implying that he wasn't representing Rock the way he should. His Snake primary performance/model melts away as he bonds to his new band, the kids he teaches. He brings them into his chosen group of Rock and creates a new bonded group with them in particular as they form a band. He actually finds himself liberated by taking a backseat to the children (a very Badger primary thing to enjoy,) allowing Zack to play his song, guiding Freddie away from making bad choices, helping Tamika find her voice, encouraging fellow Snake secondary Summer how to use her shrewdness, and, using a method I believe is best utilized by Badger Snakes, helping Principal Mullins find her chill. Lol.

Badger Snakes, more than any other Snake secondary type, will rely on the "we aren't so different you and I" approach to get what they want. He finds out Mullins also enjoys Rock. This is something they have in common! Let's create a situation where we "naturally" find out we have this thing in common, placing us both in the same group. Although other primaries don't glorify groups as much as Badger primaries do, all people are more likely to listen to or help out someone they feel is like them in some way. So, Dewey puts some Stevie Nicks on the jukebox and gets Mullins on his side.

In a similar fashion to the characters listed above, Dewey believes he is truly a loser and has nothing of any actual value or goodness to provide. But, the children help him see he's wrong, and he finds a way to utilize his talents in a way that truly fulfills him.

In conclusion, although seemingly unrepresented, I think there actually may be quite a few more Badger Snakes hiding in media, and, perhaps, they can be outed by looking for the Red-Stained Ledger plotline. Badger primaries are more likely, in my opinion, to be disturbed by their actions than say a Lion primary, due to where their loyalties truly lie. Although Lions may fight for the right thing, and that right thing may involve people's rights or serving a group, they serve that right thing before any of the people they may steamroll over to achieve it. Badgers, by definition, serve things. And, usually, lying, cheating, or otherwise being crafty is viewed as the worst possible way to serve someone or something. They do care about the things they may hurt or damage through their actions, and how they use their talents does, in fact, matter to them immensely.

So, to my Badger Snakes out there struggling with their own so-called "Red-Stained Ledgers", just remember that Dewey Finn would think you're kick-ass.

EDIT: Sorry, was thinking about it, and had to put an edit. Another way to think of this plotline/character archetype is mentioned in School of Rock as well as in a musical I know very well. I wouldn't use this moniker as the name for this plotline, only because it describes a very specific Snake secondary, one that is playful and light-hearted, and not all Snake secondaries are like this.

Zack's song refers to Dewey as The Magic Man, a person that swoops in and, almost by magic (in actuality, manipulation) brings out the best in the people around them. In the aforementioned musical, this character is called The Music Man.

Harold Hill may very well be another Badger Snake, although one more heavily disguised than Dewey Finn. I won't go too deep into his characterization here, but know he's a conman who claims to be a band instructor, while he has no musical talent himself, planning on taking the money for the uniforms and instruments and running. Instead, almost without realizing it, he encourages and manipulates the people of the town he enters into becoming better versions of what they are now. And, the most tragic part of his character is revealed once another character, one of the children he's conned, points out that there isn't a band, and never has been one. Harold tells him "I always think there's a band, kid."

It's interesting that, in both of these cases, they are associated with music and an almost mystical ability to bring out the best in others. I might do a more in-depth look at Harold Hill at some point, since I've been planning on doing some musical characters for a bit.

If thinking about having a Red-Stained Ledger is too negative for your own self-image, think of yourself as The Music Man. Your friends and the people around you may actually see you as an almost mystical force for good, someone who always seems to know the right thing to say or do to bring out the best in them. :)

[eastofthemoon]

Feathered Friends

A silly one shot that wouldn’t leave my head.

Archive of Our Own

Rating: G

Series: The Owl House/Ducktales 2017

Summary: Luz tries something to get her back to the human realm, unfortunately the human part wasn't present. 

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Luz rubbed her hands eagerly as she looked over the handheld mirror. “Alright, mysterious device of arcane mystery, let’s see if you can bring me back to the human realm!’

“Are you sure you want to do this, kiddo?” Eda asked as she crossed her arm. “We know even less about this thing than your last portal attempt.”

“But the inscription says it leads to another world when you twist the handle,” Luz said as she clasped her hands.

“Doesn’t mean it’s the human realm,” Eda added. “There are plenty of bizarre worlds out there. For all we know this thing's connected to a world of man eating toe bats or something.”

“Where did you two find this outrageous ornament anyway?” King said as he poked the mirror.

“<i>We</i> didn’t,” Eda said with a deep sigh, shoving King’s paw away. “Hooty coughed it up and apparently doesn’t even remember where he picked it up.  Not that he remembers much to begin with.”

King grimaced. “Yuck, he really needs to be more aware of what he eats.”

“Anyway,” Luz continued as she put her hands on her hips, “it’s still worth trying.  Worst case it should lead back here, right?”

Eda sighed as she ruffled her hair. “All right, but I’m coming with you. King, how about you?  Up for a little interdimensional exploration?”

“Naw,” King said as he left the room. “My tummy is craving hot chocolate and I’ve decided to graciously fulfill its demand.”

“Save some for me,” Luz said as she picked up the mirror. “This shouldn’t take long.”

“Well, those are some ominous last words, but let’s give it a go,” Eda said as she placed a hand on Luz’s shoulder.

Luz bit her lower lip as she gave the mirror handle a hard twist.

The mirror sparked madly, before suddenly erupting with blue energy.  The mirror seemed to shine, and the energy formed into a swirling portal.

“Alright,” Luz said with a deep breath. “Here goes.”  Holding the mirror close to her chest, Luz stepped through the portal together with Eda.

They found themselves in a room. A very normal human looking room with a bunk bed and human style clothes scattered around it.

Hope flickered in Luz's eyes. Was it possible? Had she made it home?! Did she-

Someone, not Eda, cleared their throat and Luz turned.

Her joy evaporated.

Four pairs of eyes were staring at her. Eyes belonging to what seemed to be humanoid ducks. One was wearing a pink dress with a cute bow, another wore a blue shirt and a stunned expression. The third wore a red hat and shirt and seemed to be working out what question to ask first, while the fourth wore a green hoodie and held a soda can.

“Um...Hi,” Luz said slowly with a nervous smile. “Please don’t freak-”

The duck in green growled as he rubbed his eyes and set down the soda can.  The actual soda can, Luz found her eyes drawn to it. “Dewey, I thought you promised not to invite extra-dimensional beings into our bedroom again!”

“It wasn't me!” the duck, likely named Dewey, objected. “I mean, it was me that other time, but in my defense the number of views for my show have never been higher.”

“While that may be numerically true, that is strictly relative,” the duck with the red hat replied dryly.  "The number of views were even higher that time you left the camera on for twenty minutes of Mrs. Beakley cleaning the carpet."

“Uh….” Luz said as Eda looked around.

“Talking ducks? Hey, I think I’ve been to this world,” Eda muttered.

Before Luz could ask what she meant, the duck with the cute bow bounced up to her.

“Hi, I’m Webby!” she greeted and pointed behind her. “That’s Louie, Dewey and Huey! What’s your name?”

“I’m Luz, and this is Eda the Owl Lady,” Luz replied, slightly amazed by her chipper attitude. “Sorry, we didn’t mean to barge in-”

“Boys, what was that noise?!” shouted a female voice with a British accent.

“One second,” Huey said as he poked his head out of the room. “A portal opened and now we've got visitors from another world.”

There was a brief pause. “Are they dangerous?”

Huey pulled his head back. “Hostile or non-hostile?”

“Well, some call me a foxy mama and I've slain many a heart, kiddo,” Eda said with a wink.

Huey raised an eyebrow and glanced at Luz. “Non-hostile then?”

Luz nodded as Huey poked his head out again.

“They’re not dangerous, Mrs. Beakley!” he shouted.

“Alright, I’ll be up once these dishes have been dealt with,” the voice shouted back.

“You guys are oddly calm about this,” Luz said as she tilted her head.

Louie scoffed as he shoved his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie. “Please, on average we get at least one weird portal opening in our house a month.”

“It was twice last month,” Dewey replied and shivered. “I still can’t get that centaur’s song out of my head.”

"Averages, Dewford!"

“Okay, then,” Luz said, wondering to herself exactly what kind of life these ducks had.

Huey pointed to the mirror in Luz’s hand. “So, given the evidence, my hypothesis is that this is what created the portal.  It wasn't red, so I'm assuming it doesn't use the same method as the Solego circuit - is it magic?  Runic designs, or some sort of divine blessing?”

Luz blinked and blushed realizing she had almost forgotten she was holding it.

“Uh, yeah, again sorry, we kind of just found it and were experimenting,” Luz said as she held it up. “I’ll just turn so we can-”

“Now, hold up, kiddo,” Eda said with a smirk. “I’ve been to this world before and it’s actually pretty fun. A lot more accepting of avian people than the Boiling Isles, if you catch my drift.  It might actually be worth having a short visit here.”

“I can’t help but note you’re not asking our opinion here,” Louie asked.  "I should really start charging tolls on interdimensional travel..."

Dewey stepped forward and pointed. “More importantly will you or will you not come onto my show for an interview?”

“How much are you willing to pay?” Eda said.

“Nevermind that,” Webby said as she grinned at Luz. “Are you a magic user?”

“I’m, er, a witch in training,” Luz said as she rubbed the back of her neck. 

“Oooh, I should introduce you to Lena and Violet,” Webby continued. “We can compare notes - do you have a scrapbook of arcane secrets too?!”

“Oh really,” Luz said as her eyes sparked. That did sound like fun.

“Kids,” a female voice called out and another duck - female-sounding, wearing a pilot uniform - entered the room. “Beakley mentioned something about a portal-”

Suddenly, she gasped and pointed.  “Eda Clawthorne! Is that you?”

Eda frowned and tilted her head. “You look kind of familiar? Do I know you?  You're not a debt collector, right?”

The duck laughed and pointed at herself. “It’s me, Della Duck! Remember? I took your staff for a joyride? We had a bonding experience over nachos?”

Eda blinked, and a smile appeared as she snorted. “Della?! Ha! Wow, it’s been ages! You got old girl!”

Della laughed. “You're one to talk! Didn’t you have red hair?”

Eda snorted as she ran a hand through her hair. “True, but I am still a foxy mama though.  Silver is in.”

“I have several questions,” Huey asked.

“And I smell the start of a delicious backstory,” Luz added as she rubbed her hands.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” Della said. “Scrooge, Donald and I ran into her once during one of our adventures.”

Eda chuckled. “Yeah, that was a fun ride. Hey, did Scrooge ever get over the ‘you know what’?”

Della paused, and suddenly sucked air in and looked anywhere <i>but</i> Eda. “Yeah, about that. Great catching up and all, but you should probably leave before he hears that you’re here?”

Eda froze. “Y-you've got to be kidding.  Don’t tell me that old coot is still alive-”

“EDA CLAWTHORNE!”

All heads turned and Luz spotted an old duck wearing a red jacket, a top hat on his head and an angry scowl on his face as he pointed a cane at the visitors.

“YOU HAVE SOME NERVE SHOWING UP HERE!”

“Oh boy,” Eda said as she grabbed Luz’s arm. “Time to go, kiddo!”

“What?” Luz cried. “But what about-”

“Oh, no you don’t!” Scrooge yelled as he wrapped his cane handle around Eda’s wrist. “YOU AREN’T GOING ANYWHERE UNTIL YOU RETURN THE COPPER PIPES YOU STOLE YOU SHIFTY SHORTCHANGING CHARLATAN!”

“Copper pipes?” Louie asked in disbelief. “Really?  In this economy?”

Eda rolled her eyes as she wrapped her hands around the cane. “Aw come on, Scroogey no need to be so hostile-”

Scrooge snarled. “I have every right to be horrendously hostile you-”

“Even when I specifically came here - across the dimensional void - just to bring back those pipes?” Eda gestured to the corner of the room. “All six of them, right over there!”

“What?” Scrooge looked. “I don’t see-”

Eda kicked Scrooge off his cane and watched the duck tumble flat on his face.

“And that definitely makes it time to go!” Eda said as she took the mirror, twisted the handle and sparks started to fly. “Say your goodbyes, kid, because we are out of here!”

“Uh, okay,” Luz said as Eda pulled her towards the emerging portal. “Sorry about this!”

“No worries,” Webby said as Dewey helped Scrooge up. “Send me a letter! I've always wanted an extradimensional pen-pal!”

Luz could see Scrooge rallying to give chase, but her view was abruptly eclipsed by the swirling blue of the portal as she was pulled through. Both Eda and Luz collided at the foot of the couch as the portal disappeared behind them.

King sipped his hot chocolate as he peered over them from the couch.

“So!  How was the site of my future conquest?” he asked.

Luz pointed an arm up. “Not the human realm, but we met some friendly talking ducks and I got Eda backstory so I'm still calling it a win.”

“And I got a free cane,” Eda declared as she waved the cane up in the air.

Luz narrowed her eyes. “You should really give that back.”

Eda snarked. “Luz, trust me, that guy has a ton of these things.” She held up in the air and fiddled with the handle. “I wonder if-”

A laser blazed out of the cane's tip without warning. Hooty yelped, spiraling out of the way it shot through the wall behind him.

“...Oooh, Mama like,” Eda cooed, eyes sparkling as she raced outside. “Let’s see what this bad boy can do!”

“Mass destruction! Untold mayhem! Unfettered obliteration!  It's my turn next!” King shouted as he gave chase.

Luz sighed as she put down the mirror. “Alright, so...I can check off the mirror at least.  Not a way home, but not bad.  Maybe leave the Owl Lady here next time.”

Luz heard more blasts being fired, and the growing sounds of rampaging fires. She briefly considered going outside to reduce the carnage, but decided it might be better to write that letter to Webby instead.

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The Lost Cargo of Kit Cloudkicker! - Thoughts

As the Ducktales episode I was perhaps looking forward to the most this season (maybe even more than Let’s Get Dangerous), I definitely had to do the full review thing for this one. I'm starting to realize that the characters brought in to Ducktales from the Disney Afternoon shows tend to be adapted foremost in ways that relate to the nostalgic adults who might have watched the series, rather than necessarily as themselves, hence why Drake's new character can be summed up as "a nerd who grew up on the origina Darkwing show," and why Kit here is "a burnt out adult who gave up on a childhood dream to do a safe job he isn't good at," even though both of those feel off (Kit especially) when compared to the character being adapted.

Still, because of that I don't necessarily have a gripe with Kit's characterization here, since I know what they were going for, even if I do feel like it's kind of a waste of stock.

However, I think I might have a gripe with this episode’s plot, in the way it introduces a lot of elements that it barely gets the chance to run with, even right down to the premise. Spoilers, but the episode features the gang chasing the pirates to a relic that can fuse two creatures together, an idea that brings a ''lot'' of possibilities (I mean, both Huey and Dewey were present in their bluntly contrasting personalities, and the opportunity was right there for some temporary hijinks) - but beyond a couple fused animal monsters popping in and out of the plot not much is done with it. And even then, the animal monsters are introduced on an "isle of the lost" style place supposedly overrun with that makes for an interesting setting for the adventure, but instead of seeing that idea explored much the characters are off the island very quickly without doing much with that premise either. This especially hurts Kit, who is used as this week’s foil for Dewey - but unlike most of the episodic characters in this show, he doesn’t get a lot to him to inform the way he acts. He tells us he became a pilot because it was expected of him... and that's it. We don’t see that anywhere else, and he’s not really under any pressure to be anything from anywhere so we don't get enough about Kit for that beat to land - if you've seen the original show you can kind of get it, but that's the best you've got to work with. Same with the stuff with Molly, who I imagine might get a "who is this?" reaction with her appearance at the end from the target audience given that the only indication of her existence was a single line from Della towards the beginning. These are things that I’m largely thinking of from the kids’ point of view: I'm a huge Talespin fan, but I doubt the primary viewers who wouldn’t be born for decades when the show first came out are. But don’t get me wrong, I’m not down on the episode like that. On the positive side, Della rocked in this episode. The story basically puts her in the role Scrooge tends to get in this series, as the older wit with common sense who takes charge of the adventure, but the fact that Della is a little less steady in that role is very well related in the way she goes about things. Like Donald she gets more overwhelmed by the situation than Scrooge will, and that makes her a very fun character to watch and follow. I wish she had starred in more episodes this season, definitely. And for a last a random thing I noticed - because i was specifically looking out for it - the music! For those who didn’t watch the original show, Talespin was a little different music wise in that it had its iconic theme song, but also a different piece of music that was the "main theme” of the score (composed by the great Christopher Stone) - a leitmotif that played about five times an episode in a variety of epic ways (Batman fans, think like how BTAS that the main Elfman-inspired theme, and then the “Batman” theme by Shirley Walker that eventually got rearranged for Mask of the Phantasm). This episode homages both by taking the theme song, but scoring it like that main theme, which was a nice touch. Overall, this was handled a lot less well than the series' other crossovers this season - though that was admittedly more of a "less is more" deal - and especially not as well as Darkwing who got a lot of good setup and character stuff even in the span of one episode. Ultimately I had the same issue with the Halloween episode, iirc. The episode does so many things at once that it doesn't get the chance to really go with any of them, so it just feels like a bunch of false starts. I liked it, because I never really dislike any episode of this series, but it just feels like something that could've been a lot better.

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In Sickness, In Health Chapter 5 - Broken Arm

Fandom: DuckTales 2017 / The Three Caballeros             Rating: General Audience             Relationships/Pairings:  José Carioca/Donald Duck/Panchito Pistoles     Additional Tags: getting sick, being cared for, mental health, injury, sore throat, common cold, chicken pox, broken bones, whooping cough, taking care of others.

Part of a Series Called: We’re the Three- Sorry, Six Caballeros!

Author’s Note: This chapter is self titled with what's about to happen. But please keep in mind this contains talk of broken bones. If I need to put further tags/warnings on this story, please let me know!

“Dewey, I’m serious, get down!” Huey frantically called.

 “Sorry, can’t hear you. Too high up and doing amazing!” Dewey called back as he reached for the next level of branches. 

 “Dewey!” 

 “Let it go dude,” Louie commented as he scrolled through his phone. Leaning up against the same tree that Dewey was currently climbing. “You’re not getting him down from there. Just let nature take its course.”

 While Huey glared at Louie, Dewey was continuing his trek up the tall tree. Humming his theme song (version 236) while he reached for another branch. His plan for the day was to reach the top of the tallest tree in the backyard so he could see across the bay. To hopefully see across it, maybe even see the entire world and what it had to offer. Maybe he could even find some place interesting enough to visit! Some place close!

 Ah, he was so eager! He couldn’t wait to find out what the rest of the world looked like. Entire body shaking with eagerness, Dewey moved a bit too quickly...

 He lost his footing first. Webbed foot slipped and Dewey quickly reached out to try and grab something for support. Only for his hand to grab at air. The branch just a bit too far out of reach. 

 It was as if time stood still for a moment. Dewey got a brief thought of ‘Huh...maybe this wasn’t the best idea.’ before he began to properly fall. It was strangely exhilarating to hear the wind rushing around him. Sort of like flying. Except the opposite. Because he was, in fact, falling. So this was worse.

 Dewey hit the ground hard, Huey shrieking while Louie let out a cry of ‘Holy Cow!’ as they rushed over. The triplet dressed in blue sat up slowly. Looking around, dazed, but otherwise felt fine. 

 “What were you thinking! You could have been killed!” Huey huffed. Fear being replaced by anger as he glared down at his brother.

 “I was thinking how cool it would be to see the view from the top of that tree. But I guess it wasn’t meant to be for the moment. Oh well, I’ll try again tomorrow-”

 Dewey let out a yelp of pain when he tried to put weight on his arm. Pain shooting through it, the duckling swearing he was about to pass out from it. Taking a deep breath to keep himself awake, Dewey looked down at said arm. Which was clearly broken. Sticking out at a weird angle, but nothing else seemed ‘wrong’.

 “I broke my arm.”

 “WHAT?”

 “Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s broken. Check it.” Dewey casually commented holding up the mentioned limb. Louie looked close to vomiting while Huey turned very pale. 

 “Oh… Okay. Um, Louie, can you get Uncle Donald?” The youngest triplet nodded and dashed back towards the house, happy to not see the arm. Huey, on his part, bent down to examine the damage as best he could. “Ah...so… I don’t think I’m supposed to touch it. But it looks so bad!”

 “Dude, it doesn’t hurt. Just breathe and leave it alone.” Truth be told, Dewey wasn’t really sure why he wasn’t panicking. Maybe it was because everyone else was already freaking out. But, it was probably the fact that, since it didn’t hurt, Dewey wasn’t too worried.

 “Dewey!” 

 Ah, someone else to worry about him.

 “Hi Uncle Donald!” Dewey beamed while being faced with a panicked duck. 

 Donald looked prepared to start pulling out his feathers in panic. “Okay, okay, Dewey, how are you feeling?”

 “Pretty good, all things considered.”

 “Okay, can you walk? We need to get you to the car.” 

 “Sure...I’ll just need help getting up.”

 Dewey was more than patient as the rest of the family rushed around him. Helping him into the car, getting the seatbelt on, making sure he was okay before they set off. A quick trip to the emergency room later and Dewey now had a sweet cast and a story to share with his other two uncles. 

 “This is so cool! Benny had one of his arms in a cast too and he got people to sign it. Do you think I could do that too?” Dewey looked up at Donald, freehand knocking on the hardened plaster. 

 “Of course. You can start carrying some sharpies when you’re at school. Just as long as you don't make everything messy and you don’t distract the class.” Donald commented, finally relaxed now that everything was taken care of.

 At first, Dewey was honestly thrilled to have his cast. It was like getting a fancy new piece of armor in a video game. Wanting to constantly show it off. Happily retelling his adventure with so much gusto to whomever would hear him. It was great. 

 Until it wasn’t.

 The first issue was how uncomfortable the cast was becoming. It was heavy and clunky. He couldn’t sleep because the cast was just dead weight. His arm started becoming both itchy and sweaty. Hot and bothersome with no solution as to how it was supposed to be fixed. 

 The second issue was that there was no one else to tell the story to. All his classmates knew. All his neighbors knew. And, even if his uncles would listen to him, Dewey knew they were becoming bored by the story. The once great armor was now dragging him down. 

 The last issue was that he couldn’t do anything. Uncle Donald made it clear that Dewey wasn’t going to do anything with the cast on. Not that the duckling paid that warning too much attention. Until he realized that the cast was preventing Dewey from, quite literally, doing anything. He couldn’t grab anything. Couldn’t put pressure on it in any way. Hold anything. It was basically a useless arm. 

 “At least you have some time to work on your homework.” Huey offered weakly. Which was only met with an unamused glare. 

 Dewey was becoming so bored. 

 He was currently situated on the sofa during one afternoon. Eyes barely open, barely focused, as he ‘watched’ the television. Dewey wasn’t fully taken in what he was looking at. He was also pretty sure there was a string of drool sliding out from the side of his mouth.

 “Well, don’t you look charming.”

 Dewey merely rolled his head to the side to look over towards Donald. “Hello…”

 “Hello to you too.” The older duck walked over, claiming an empty seat next to the blue dressed triplet. “I see you’ve moved your pity party from the bedroom to the living room.”

 “Not pity.” Dewey weakly argued back.

 “No? Then what are you doing?”

 “Bored?”

 “Ah, I see. Nothing like being sad for yourself.”

 “There’s nothing I can to with my stupid arm is it’s stupid cast.” Dewey huffed weakly. 

 “You’ve done nothing but watch t.v. since you’ve gotten that cast. Why don’t you try doing something new?”

 “Broken arm, can’t do anything.”

 Donald rolled his eyes. “You’re not in a full body cast, you can still move. And your dominant hand is still ‘free’. I don’t mean trying to climb something new. Why not find a new hobby? Read a book, go take a walk, something.”

 “All sounds boring.”

 Letting out a slow breath, Donald took a new approach. “Well, I have something you might be interested in.”

 “Doubt it.” Even with a heavy sigh of boredom, Dewey still followed his uncle.

 They entered a small side room at the back of the house. One filled with mainly boxes and other unneeded odds and ends. They passed the stacked boxes, going towards the sole window. Where an artist easel had been set up. Paints and other tools cluttering a small rolling cart that had been pushed against the wall. 

 “What is this?” Dewey asked as he looked over the pile of paint tubes. 

 “My get away, if you will. When I want a break from everything, I come here and just paint. Just...put on some music and paint.”

 “I’ve never seen you paint before…”

 “Well, I did just start,” Donald commented, taking a seat in front of the easel. “I was told it would help me relax.”

 “So, are you telling me to start painting?” Dewey asked. 

 “Sort of.” Reaching into a large bag that was propped up against the wall as well, Donald pulled out two items. A small sketchbook and a mechanical pencil. “You have an active imagination. Why don’t you try giving your words some pictures?”

 Dewey was skeptical at first. When starting, it was frustrating. Nothing was looking right and it was maddening to try and figure out what something was supposed to look like. Seeing it in his head to transfer it onto paper was difficult. 

 Tio José swooped in to save the day. When Dewey crumpled up another failure. The parrot was more than happy to give his expertise on how to start off a drawing. Getting the basic shapes, proportions, how to look at the whole and the parts of an object, how drawing from real life can help draw from the imagination. After that, there was no stopping him.

 Even with the cast on, it didn’t stop him. If anything Dewey started using it as a weight to keep the loose paper still. The rest of the recovery melted away. The blue cladded duckling happily returned to school with a fully healed arm and a number of handcrafted books to share. 

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Part 2 of Miraculous Leap

Btw I'm heavily referencing We Have a Problem by @verfound 'cuz I can take partial ownership of Dewey hehehe. Ages are fudged around for convenience

AO3 link

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As soon as he left the bedroom and was out of sight Luka felt his knees start to buckle and he let himself slump to the floor. Hopefully she didn't hear that. A minute ago he'd been reaching for his bracelet to set Second Chance but then Ladybug collided into him and they were sent tumbling to the ground. When he had opened his eyes he found…

He was almost dead certain that it was Marinette propping herself up over him. Even if she looked older he wouldn't have mistaken those eyes for anyone else's. Those eyes looked as surprised as he was. While she had moved over to his side to sit up he had taken a quick scan of the room and of her. She looked… very curvy? … And pregnant. It was incredibly… well. There'd been a mix of feelings he couldn't put words to.

But the room? Deep down inside, he had an odd sense of being at home. And as he took some deep, meditative breaths to control his heartrate he knew whatever this was, it wasn't a dream. It had too much… certainty and realness to it.

Marinette was looking panicked, so he had offered to get some water. He needed some water himself. He also needed to leave the room so he could freak out in private and not upset her any more than she was already, and that was why he was more or less faceplanted on the floor out of view right now.

What was the akuma? It had some ability to see the future, which was why Viperion was called out to help Ladybug and Chat Noir in the first place. No one on the Miraculous team had known that it had the power to send people into the future, however. Luka was sure that was what had happened. Ladybug and Viperion got hit with the akuma's blast and… now Marinette and Luka were here, in their future. ONE future, he should say.

It wasn't necessarily set in stone. Luka knew how much could change in just 5 minutes.

He knew Marinette was Ladybug. Marinette might try to convince him she wasn't Ladybug if it ever came up. He'd have to roll with it and make her as comfortable as he could. Or maybe he could steer the conversation away from that in the first place. She might never call on him to be Viperion again if he told her that he knew and had known for a while.

Because even if Marinette had always looked over Luka for Adrien, Luka wanted to spend whatever time he could with her, in her super Miraculous suit or in her normal everyday clothes.

He got back up on his feet and sighed to himself, looking into the different rooms he passed as he meandered his way blindly toward a kitchen. There were a few rooms that had been for kids, he thought. He walked by what looked like Marinette's crafting workshop, full of partially dressed mannequins and half-finished projects and colorful children's drawings. A hallway he passed through was full of pictures of kids he didn't recognize, but they all had a strong familiarity.

Probably because they were his kids. His and Marinette's. He could hardly believe it, but his older self and Marinette's older self were there throughout most of the pictures too.

One thing caught his attention outside of the kids' pictures: a flatscreen in a large ornate frame playing a soundless video in the center of the hallway wall. It was of him and Marinette on what looked like their wedding day. He had swept her up off her feet in her wedding dress and she had her arms wrapped around his shoulders. She had been laughing and then had leaned in to kiss him.

Luka watched that replay a few times. They looked happy. He hoped that future Marinette didn't have any regrets.

After the replays he realized that they didn't look that old in the clip. Well, not much older than they were… now? Before the akuma? Definitely not teenagers anymore, but not more than a few years after they both left their teens.

So how did he manage to get all this? What happened that let Marinette finally see him? Did his future self leave any hints?

Last he knew of anything, Marinette had come back to the Liberty from her class' New York trip and admitted to the GirlSquad™️ (while Luka was within earshot) that she was still in love with Adrien. "I-I mean there's plenty of reasons to love him… he's so cute and talented and smart and--and… and I think everyone keeps saying we were made for each other but… but it's so hard," Marinette had groaned. "Why is it so hard?"

Luka had made his presence known so he wouldn't be unintentionally eavesdropping something he wasn't supposed to. Any more than was already said, anyway. He had started to leave when Rose stopped him then. "Luka! You're a boy! You know what boys think! What do you think is going on with Adrien?"

Luka had laughed and said he didn't know. "What I know is that it isn't supposed to be easy. It's something you have to keep working on. But it's supposed to lift you up and make you feel stronger." He then left the girls in their plotting/scheming/arguing to lounge back in his room. He had been surprised when a few minutes later Marinette came to join him.

"It doesn't make me feel stronger. I just feel dumb," Marinette said then, quietly. He had let her stay with him while he played random songs on his guitar, trying to cheer her up. She had finally started smiling again when he played her song, except with a little bit more flare and bubblegum pop. It was what he heard in his head when she was happy. "Thank you. You know, I feel less dumb being here with you."

He finally reached something like a kitchen. It'd been huge and there were clear boxy canisters of different types of flours and sugars and mix-ins… He saw a high end mixer and maybe 30 different types of baking sheets. Looked like Marinette still put her baking knowledge to use.

Alright enough being distracted, he shouldn't leave Marinette alone too long. He grabbed two clean glasses and got water from the fridge's built in dispenser and headed back the way he came.

"I brought some water for you." He was a little worried when he saw her on the floor. He had no idea what it was like being pregnant but it couldn't have been easy… "Hey, are you doing okay?"

Marinette took the water gratefully. "I don't know… Are… are you Luka Couffaine?" He nodded. "Huh, just a few minutes ago I was 14, and now it looks like I'm 34. And your wife."

There was something to her voice… she wasn't horrified, which was good news. There'd still been some confusion, maybe? And a little disbelief. That was as much as could be expected from Marinette, Luka supposed.

He was pretty sure she was Marinette, but it would be all kinds of messed up if he just found someone who looked a lot like her. It'd been her art, her designs, her baking… right? No one else could just… be all that she was. He had to be sure. "Are you Marinette?"

She looked up at him with her light blue eyes. It had to be Marinette. There'd been a wave of relief that washed over him when she nodded.

"I think this is our future," she said.

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(Meanwhile…)

Luka blinked and… all of a sudden his wife had a Ladybug mask on. He hadn't seen that on her for months now (he had the Ladybug Miraculous since she was pregnant) which was the first clue that something had rudely interrupted them. He groaned internally and tried to mentally ping Sass or Tikki to see if there was anything to worry about. Marinette looked as bewildered as he was. He took her shoulders and gently pressed them both up to sitting.

Okay, well, she was… she was definitely not pregnant and therefore not his Marinette. Then he noticed he was suited up as Viperion. Ah, it ssseemsss you have been… regressssed, Massster, Sass said in his head. God, Marinette looked… what, 15? And Sass hadn't called him "Master" in forever.

Do you know what happened? Luka asked Sass.

There is an akuma who controlsss time. Well, of course. Their power has ssswapped you with your younger ssself, Sass answered.

Luka had to stop himself from laughing. His younger self was in for one hell of a surprise. That aside, he had to check on this Marinette. "Hey, are you okay?"

Ladybug looked up at him and brushed through his hair with her fingers. "Viperion? Your hair… It's so short…? Wait… wait wh--where's…" She looked down at herself and patted her stomach. "D-D-Dew--"

Oh, Dewey. Viperion pulled Ladybug in for a hug as she started crying. She was his Marinette and… and their son was in the future, not here with them. "He's alright. He's waiting for us. We're somehow in the past, but we'll get back home."

Well, shit, that meant that the younger Marinette was in the future as well.

"I-I-I thought I had l-lost him," Ladybug said quietly, her voice breaking.

"Hey… guys…" Chat said awkwardly after landing nearby. "Milady! What's wrong?!"

Right. Chat Noir. At 15. This was going to be annoying as fuck.

[swan--writes]

Are you still doing the Dewey fanfictions based off of songs? If so, could you do "Your Song" by Elton John please?

Listen, I love Elton John. I really do. That said I did have to listen to the Lady Gaga cover to get in the zone. I’m really glad you requested this song though, this was fun to write!

Warnings: none

Words: 990

You had never done this before. You’d never done anything like this. You didn’t confess your feelings, you waited for people to notice them, and if they didn’t, well, it was probably for the best. You certainly didn’t make grand gestures. This was so far outside of your comfort zone, you might as well have been in another country.

It’s a little bit funny…

But Dewey was worth it.

This feeling inside.

And you knew there was no way he would ever confess to you. At this point, you’d known him long enough to know that. You were about 85% sure he felt about you the way you felt for him, give or take a few percentage points.

There was, of course, the nagging 15% telling you to go home, change out of your fancy clothes, and go back to lounging on the couch eating a personal pot of mac and cheese like you normally did on Friday nights. But here you were, at your work’s annual gala all dressed up, with Dewey on your arm.

You felt like you were going to vomit. But it had to be done.

Your boss was up in front of the piano giving a speech. Your inner monologue was trying to be nice – it really was – but why was he taking so damn long?

“…and with that, one of our best managers wants to come up here and show off a little.” He called out your name and extended an arm.

Damn, couldn’t he have taken a little longer?

Of course, you smiled, and you glanced over at Dewey, who seemed to have forgotten how uncomfortable he was in his tux for the moment and was instead looking – slightly bewildered – at you, and you almost lost your nerve.

I know it’s not much, but it’s the best I can do.

Your boss’s hand didn’t drop. You walked up to him and stepped onto the platform. He handed you the microphone and you set it into place, attached to the piano at the center of the hall.

“Okay,” you muttered to yourself. Then, “Alright,” for good measure. Then you took a deep breath, then nodded at your audience because it seemed the thing to do. You tried not to look at Dewey’s face. “I wanted to do something special for my plus one, who’s missing his students’ band practice to be here. A grand gesture.”

My gift is my song, and this one’s for you.

Feelings were one thing, but you had been playing piano for as long as you could remember. This was like breathing to you. This, you could do.

You pressed down on the first three keys, and exhaled slowly.

The first verse was slow. Your eyes never strayed from the piano; the keys, the mic, the lid. It was a baby grand, and you couldn’t be more grateful for that. It must have been recently tuned too, the sound was extraordinary. You had been afraid you would have to try to stop thinking, but this was almost easy.

Dewey’s face was in your mind, but when wasn’t it these days?

Now you can tell everybody this is your song.

You had met at the grocery store, of all places. You had both reached for the last bag of pre-popped popcorn. He had insisted on playing rock-paper-scissors for it, and also insisted on cheating.

It may be quite simple, but now that it’s done…

Somehow, he had convinced you to buy him a coffee in exchange for the bag. Coffee had taken well over an hour, and you wound up splitting the bag anyway. He had become a quick friend.

I hope you don’t mind…

His whole child band, Roadhouse, basement-dweller…thing had been a bit off-putting to you at first, but you supposed that was a fair trade off. Your high-end corporate lifestyle was a bit much to him, even after you had gotten used to his lifestyle.

I hope you don’t mind that I put down in the words…

But the one place you could always connect was music. To Dewey, that was everything. And, after a few months of Chinese food nights, movies, lunch outings when he dragged you away from work, and crashing at his new apartment only to wake up to him quietly strumming his guitar in the next room, Dewey had somehow become everything to you.

How wonderful life is while you’re in the world.

Dewey was the softest, kindest, most fricking supportive person you had ever known and, God, you were crazy about him. There was, however, only one way you knew how to even begin to try to tell him that, and this was it.

“So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do…you see, I’ve forgotten if they’re green or they’re blue.” You had thought about changing a word, but for all the time you had spent trying not to gaze lovingly into Dewey’s eyes, nothing was worth changing Elton John’s lyrics. “Anyway the thing is, what I really mean: yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen!”

You knew you were an expressive singer, and you hadn’t been able to get Lady Gaga’s Grammy performance out of your head anyway. Half of your coworkers were probably judging you. You didn’t care yet. After you were done? 50/50 chance you would.

“I hope you don’t mind--I hope you don’t mind that I put down in the words…” You took a breath. You had to. There were tears in your eyes.

Almost by accident you looked at the crowd, and your gaze landed right on Dewey. He was staring at you with an openness that almost stole the breath you had just taken. He was soft, and he was steady, and you knew--you knew how he felt. What were you supposed to do with that?

So you exhaled through your nose and finished the song. That, you could do. “How wonderful life is while you’re in…the world.”

Outro. Mandatory applause. Dewey making an incredibly loud ass of himself. You smiled at the keys, then stood and swept away from the piano. Dewey was making his way through the crowd about as gracefully as you would expect.

You did try to speak – you really did. You opened your mouth and everything. Before you could say a word, however, Dewey’s lips were on yours.

Well. This, you could do.

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