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3 for Fenthry? 👀

When Fenton first heard the tapping of something on his window at night, he figured it was just the wind. He was too close to a deep slumber to do anything about it, thinking it wouldn’t get any louder. However, when a huge rock came flying through his window and came inches away from his body, it caused the duck to jolt up with a gasp. 

He glared down at the object, too scared to move a muscle in fear that it was a villain or crook who had discovered his secret identity when he wasn’t Gizmoduck. Then, he heard a voice from below.

“Oh dear, I’m sorry about that! I didn’t know it would go all the way through.”

Instantly recognizing it, Fenton felt a sensation of relief wash over him and looked out the window, making a mental note to clean up the glass around it tomorrow. Sure enough, standing outside and right underneath was his good friend and coworker Fethry, looking up at him with the friendly and inviting expression he wore so often.

“Oh, hey Fethry!” Fenton greeted him. “Wait, why didn’t you just knock?”“I wanted to make a gesture!” he called. “You know, like they do in the movies!”

“Fair enough!”They looked at each other for a moment before Fethry spoke again. “Can I come in?”

“Of course! Hold on, I’ll meet you at the door.” Fenton hopped from his bed and to the door, opening it and ushering the other duck inside. “You’re lucky my M’ma isn’t home right now. She would’ve freaked out.”

“Over the broken window?” Fethry winced. “I really do apologize for that. I’ll help you fix it tonight if you need!”

“Don’t worry,” Fenton reassured him. “I’ve already broken it two other times this year. As far as she’s concerned, it’s just another Gizmoduck accident.”

Fenton opened the door to his bedroom and offered Fethry to enter first. He did so, looking a bit timid which worried the other. It wasn’t like he’d never been to Fenton’s house before. Ever since he started working with him, the two were quick to discover all the common interests they shared and form a close bond, closer than Fenton believed he’d formed with anyone in a while. Things in the lab were always great as far as he was concerned, but Fethry being there made them even better.“So,” Fenton asked, taking a seat on his bed and motioning for the other to join him, “what’s brought you here so late?”

When the other spoke, Fethry’s expression unexpectedly changed. His gentle grin dropped, and Fenton felt a wave of concern wash over him. With a solemn sigh, the other duck sat down on his bed and broke the news to him.

“I’ve actually come here to say goodbye, Fenton.”

It felt like a rock dropped in the depths of Fenton’s stomach. “W-What? Goodbye!? L-Like goodbye goodbye, or-”

Fethry placed a hand on his shoulder, looking at Fenton with sincerity in his stare. “I’ve done some thinking, and I don’t really know if Duckburg is where I belong. I’m having fun here, but it just doesn’t feel right. I’m heading out on Mitzi tonight, and I wasn’t going to say anything to anyone, but you deserve to know where I’ve gone.”

Unable to believe what he was hearing, Fenton had to gulp before continuing. “Wait, what? Where are you going?”

The other duck shrugged. “I don’t know. I think we’re just going to see where the ocean takes us like old times.”

“Oh…”

For a moment, Fenton had no idea what else to say because he didn’t want to believe this was real. Fethry hadn’t been in Duckburg for very long, and he’d come from, by what he understood, nearly five years of isolation in an abandoned underwater lab. He didn’t like to talk about it, so Fenton never prodded him for any more information. There was already enough to show that it definitely had a less-than-positive effect on him.

“Why are you leaving?” he finally managed to squeak out.

Fethry frowned. “Well…if we’re being honest, I don’t mind it here. I’d like to stay, but I’m not really sure if anyone else really wants me to, y’know? I mean, I assume you do, but I don’t know.” He sighed. “I just don’t really feel like part of the family.”

Fenton became even more concerned at the other’s confession. “What do you mean? You live in the mansion with them all, right?”

“In Donald’s houseboat for now,” Fethry corrected him, “but I don’t think he likes me there all that much. He’s never really been one for roommates.” He began to wring his hands as he spoke, and Fenton sensed it was his way of trying to hide an intense emotion he didn’t want the other to know of. “Everyone else is just so…connected, which makes sense. They’ve all been together for years while I was off by myself underwater. Granted, I wouldn’t mind having been there with them if I was wanted, but…” The duck shook his head. “I missed my chance. It’s too late for me to find a place with them, and I don’t want to burden anyone with trying-”

“Stay with me.”The words came tumbling from Fenton’s bill before he could even think. Fethry stopped talking and flipped around to look at the other duck, who was now staring at him with wide eyes.“What?”

Fenton gently placed his own hands over Fethry’s, partially to calm him and also because he wanted him to know how much he meant this. “Could you be happy, here, with me?” he asked, leaning in. “You can stay in my room, or if you’re not comfortable with that, we have a guest room. M’ma won’t mind. She loves you!”

The duck seemed taken aback. “S-She does?”

“Of course she does, Fethry. A lot of people do!” Fenton, suddenly feeling very optimistic about his new plan, let out a chuckle, and his grin widened. “Who cares what a few of them think? I know so many people, myself included, who really don’t wanna see you go.”

“You do?”

“Yes! Huey, Manny, Gyro, heck, I even think Lil Bulb’s warmed up to you. That’s saying something!” Fenton laughed again, and his smile grew even wider when he noticed Fethry doing the same. “And I know there are more. It might not feel like it, but there really are.”A thick layer of blush was making itself present on Fethry’s face. “Aw. You really think so?”

“I know so!” Fenton locked eyes with him again, his own sparkling. “If this is really what you want to do, I’m not going to stop you, but just because you feel out of place with one group doesn’t mean you’re out of place with everyone else. You belong here, Fethry. In Duckburg. With Team Science.” His face began to flush. “With me.”

The two stared at each other for a few more seconds, hands intertwined and stares directed only at each other. Then, another gentle laugh left Fethry’s throat.“What did you say? Team Science? I’ve never heard that.”“Oh, sorry. Gyro doesn’t like it, so I try not to say it out loud. I think it reminds him that he’s gone a bit soft for us all.” Fenton rolled his eyes playfully. “But I still use it in my head to refer to everyone at work.”

Fethry looked at his lap for a second. “And…you include me in that?”

“Yes! I always have, ever since I met you!”“Wow, Fenton,” he spoke, smiling again, “this is definitely the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me. And I mean anyone. Even Mitzi.” His expression grew grim. “Don’t tell her I said that. She will seek revenge.”

“I won’t.” He gave Fethry’s hand a squeeze. “So…you’ll stay?”

Fethry screwed up his face in thought for a moment, the hesitation initially making Fenton a bit nervous. Then, his soft grin returned, and he nodded.

“I guess so. I don’t want to break up the team.”

“Good,” Fenton sighed, relieved. “Because it wouldn’t be the same without you.”That being settled, Fethry agreed to get his stuff from Donald’s boat in the morning, for it was late right now and they were both pretty exhausted. The two then spent their first night living together lying in bed and talking about various types of sea creatures and star systems and robotics and whatever else the conversation suddenly led to until they were content to drift to sleep, both glad to have someone who truly understood.

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Paper Work

Notes: Hey, @bugsofjade... thank you for your TA OC, Ghani Khamis. Sorry again for the impromptu fic ^^;;

It's early Tuesday afternoon when TA Khamis has complete control of the General Villainy room: with Badwolf away on his extended lunch, none of the other teachers particularly care that the classroom is devoid of authority save a TA only a handful of years older than the students he instructs.

(The villain kids are used to it, not being cared about.)

He teaches them the history that's on the itinerary-- perhaps losing himself a bit as he discusses, for a moment, fairytale deviations and circumstances where the truth was exaggerated. There was no Raven Queen back when he was in high school; nobody to tell him that scripts were not the immovable, immaculate marble Headmaster Grimm would have you believe they were. No, fairytales come far more stained than stone-- they are only ink on paper, and hardcover, yes, but foldable and bendable and changeable.

TA Khamis stops and reminds his students not to deface the books in the library. You know. Just in case someone takes his metaphor a little too literally.

At the end of class, he collects the papers that were due, the homework that had been assigned the Thursday prior, each student passing in their essays. It's Badwolf's assignment, three-to-five pages on the student's fairytale legacy-- how previous villains fulfilled it, all the to-dos and not-to-dos of following your destiny, what mistakes your forbearers made that should never again be repeated.

(Khamis disagrees with the assignment-- reading sixteen essays about sticking more closely to the script has never seemed less appealing.)

"Feel free to leave after your papers are turned in," he says, for even villains deserve the afternoon sun-- "And see you next Tuesday."

The papers pile up quickly, few students willing to linger when there are better places to go. He sorts the essays carefully into his "To-Grade" folder, students dismissing themselves one by one until he reaches the end of the line.

It's West, as usual, West-comma-Celadon at the end of the line-- and just like every week, he slides two papers over Khamis' desk.

"I, uh," he mumbles. "Cupid's out today. He asked me to turn this in for him."

(It's a lie, of course it is. West tells it every week.)

"I see," Khamis' lips press together, thinning.

He knows Badwolf'll give Cupid-comma-Romeo-V extra credit for this flagrant disrespect of should-be authority, double extra credit for cheating. Perhaps a bit vindictively, Khamis marks him as having been in class today. It's all he can do to lessen Badwolf's glee.

"This one is his," replies West, sliding over a carefully printed paper. It's four and a half pages of well-sourced fairytale history, detailed descriptions of previous hitches and successes for that fairytale. Exactly what Badwolf wants.

(There's no chance the real Cupid wrote it.)

"And yours?" Khamis asks, and he cannot help the concern that ebbs into his voice.

West is silent for a moment. He hands over a much slimmer packet-- two pages only, by far less than the required minimum three.

Khamis' brow furrows in a frown. "Are you sure you wish to turn this in? I can give you another three hours, you know... office hours close at five-thirty today."

"No," West shakes his head. "I'm certain."

Khamis takes a deep breath in. "You know, you can tell me if there's something that's been getting in the way of completing your own homework. A... heavy workload from other sources, perhaps?"

"... it's fine," West mutters, "I wrote down everything I needed to write."

Khamis has his reservations about it, but in that moment, his student flees and he can question him no further. Hesitantly, more hesitantly yet, he peeks inside that page although it is his practice to grade alphabetically. He needs to know.

Besides the cover page, there is only one sentence in his essay: I will not make my forbearers' mistake of repeating our legacy at all.

(Khamis gives him an A.)

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@bugsofjade

You’re Goddamn Right!

[donttouchmyasymptote]

i cant believe ur page was taken over by the rebel aligned nursery rhyme movement???

say no to forcibly imitating your parents, and instead plagiarise ocs off mother goose's son 🔥✨#tag later #i need a tag for oc shenanigans #mother goose's son refers to rishi and he is owned by @bugsofjade

[amatoresx]

@coolhiroaki @whatsonandfrick @bugsofjade @rai-knightshade @blk-miles

Your Discord server shares one collective brain cell!

[sandysmoved]

//sends maelstrom and placebo in for the ship meme bc medibot oc cuteness

U LIL SHIT

send me a pairing and I’ll tell you who:

falls asleep on the couch

Both of them probably bc all these kids are goddamn exhausted, Mael’s just the lucky one who gets Ravage as a pillow lmao

makes friends with the neighbors

Placebo is a plucky bab and a lot better at not shuffling away from interac tion

is the adventurous eater

Mael was a test subject she fears no engex food is food

hogs the covers at night

Mael bc FABRIC IS GOOD

forgets to do the dishes

Both of them lmao how u gonna wash spoons w no spoons

tries to surprise their partner more often

IM GONNA GUESS PLACEBO BC THEY’RE A FUCKING SWEETHEART

leaves dirty laundry on the floor

Mael’s the one wearing fabric clothes so her lmao

stays up til 2 AM reading

Maelstrom

sings in the shower

If loud offkey karaoke at a hot spring counts then BOTH

takes the selfies

Placebooooooo lil darling

plans date night

They don’t go out alone for dates bc why the hell they either stay in to chill or go out with the group 

[mxrdxc]

@bugsofjade

“I was supposed to be queen! That was supposed to be my crown!” The words were punctuated with a sob as the young woman threw her hairbrush at the mirror, the cracks making broken veins in the glass. Dark curls covered her face, hands flying to hide her visage. There was no point in anything if she couldn’t be queen, couldn’t be the one thing she’d be training for, spent her whole life working towards. “She’s an unworthy heir!”

The other woman Elysia was referring to was none other than her sister in law, Emmeline. After Elysia’s brother had passed unexpectedly (some suspected Emmeline did it herself, though no one said so themselves. That would be treason), she continued on as queen. It was expected that she would remarry after her mourning period, bear an heir of her own that would put Elysia even further behind in the line of succession. Not if the princess had anything to say about it.

“Your Highness, the queen wishes to see you.” The timid voice of her lady-in-waiting brought Elysia out of her misery, the higher up lifting her face and dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. Slim fingers smoothed the black gown down, making sure to straighten all things crooked and unpolished before forcing herself to smile at the noble girl who had been forced to aid her. “M’lady?”

“Yes.. Lucille, was it? Yes, let’s go see Her Majesty. The queen.” Her smile grew more pained at the word, and the duo left the princess’s chambers to head to the Great Hall where Elysia’s queen was waiting. When they arrived, Emme rose and gathered Elysia in a hug, either pretending not to notice how the younger didn’t return the gesture, or not caring. The queen beamed at her sister in law, teeth flashing in a wide grin. “Hello, Your Majesty.”

“Please, Elysia, call me Emme. You may go,” she added dismissively to the servants, waiting until every last one had gone before sitting again. “How are you, sister dear?”

The word grated on Elysia’s ears, and she made her smile brighten up a notch. In the princess’s mind, she would never be sisters with the wretch who had stolen her throne from her. Stealing her brother, she could forgive. But stealing her throne was a crime that warranted only the most basic of cordiality to be given. How on earth her brother could have fallen for such a.. such a horrific creature was beyond Elysia. The two had been peas in a pod, the best of friends, and always joined at the hip. It was her brother who had insisted Elysia take kingdom management lessons with him, should he die, because she was going to be his heir. He had promised. They would keep it in their own family.

But then, but then! Emmeline had come along, a princess caught in a storm, and though her mother had insisted she pass a test to prove her worthiness (the old pea under 20 down mattresses had never failed until that night), Hayes had been smitten immediately. After she’d passed that stupid test, it was as if their entire childhood had gone out the window. Gone were the days of learning how to rule a kingdom together, in their place was Hayes planning a wedding. No more were the two inseparable, for now Emmeline took Elysia’s place at her brother’s hip.

Oh, Emmeline had been talking.

“I was just wondering if you were doing okay – your brother’s death took its toll on us all.” She paused to dramatically wipe her eyes with a handkerchief, as though expecting Elysia to console her. When she didn’t, her blue eyes shot back open to glare at the younger. “I know you two were very close, and I’m sure it’s been hardest on you. But I wanted to let you know, I’m here for you.”

“… Thank you. Your Majesty.” With that said, Emmeline sighed slowly. A servant was peeking in through the doors, listening intently for gossip worthy tidbits. Elysia pretended not to notice, and the queen was blissfully unaware. “If I may speak candidly, Emmeline?”

“Absolutely! Of course, sister dear.”

“Why did you choose our castle?” The princess widened her eyes innocently, a simper on her face as the blonde’s expression grew agitated. “Why did you come to our kingdom, Emmeline? Because you’d heard there was a prince who needed a wife? Because you wanted your own kingdo- Ah!”

The queen’s cheeks were a bright red, hand shaking as it slapped across Elysia’s face, the noise punctuating the silence that followed after. Dark fingers reached up to cup her own cheek, the princess staring in shock at her ‘sister.’

“How dare you speak to your queen that way! Get out of my sight before I arrest you for treason!” How quickly her attitude changed, once she’d allowed Elysia to speak freely. The young woman turned about face and marched her way out of the Great Hall, moving towards the stables as quickly as one would escape an executioner. For now, she would leave. Let the false queen rule for a while.

Meanwhile, she could stir up trouble in the towns with talk of a witch ruling their land. An evil witch who had put a love spell on their beloved king and then murdered him. And when the time was right?

Elysia would have her throne.

Once she reached the stables, she brushed off the stable boy in favor of saddling up her own horse, hurriedly asking for a cloak to borrow. The less she looked like a princess, the better, though anyone would recognize the royal with her black gown and skin just as dark. Everyone knew of the princess’s beauty, that it was recognizable from afar, no matter what was done to her. She didn’t mind. The people were just as displeased with their new queen as she was; in fact, there had even been talk of a revolt to instate Elysia as their queen instead.

Her cheek stung where Emmeline had slapped it, but it was nothing compared to the pain Elysia had felt when her brother died. Hayes had been the light of her life, her true love. They had known each other more intimately than lovers, had been best friends for as long as the princess could remember. And then Emmeline had stolen him from her. Like a harlot. The hard ride from the castle to the closest town was sure to have bruised her legs, but the princess did not mind. She couldn’t feel anything but her pure hatred for her sister in law.

“It’s the princess!” Once she got into town, she was immediately bombarded with a group of people – this was why her brother had insisted she travel with an entourage, but.. those days were no more. Her slim fingers removed the hood of her cloak from her face; no point in hiding, after all. “Your Highness, what brings you to our humble town? News of the queen?”

“Yes, in fact.” Eager ears were hers to manipulate, hers to twist into pure hatred for their false ruler. “I’ve come hoping you will help me spread news, of the queen practicing magic. Dark magic. I saw it with my own eyes, working her spells over the cauldron.”

[alphairest-blog]

Features OCs by @coolhiroaki, @gunfawkes, @bugsofjade, @qvarr, and @soapallo, plus Wise and Vin (who either don’t have this platform of have accounts I sadly cannot find).

A mystery game set in the hallowed halls of Ever After High with an all-star cast of OCs (plus four of my own losers). Links and walkthrough also hosted on the EAH Fandom Wikia. All present art commissioned from Estella.

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bugsofjade replied to your post:Hey Catherine, I was look at your FC directory and...

//whispers: someone whose gender changes over time is genderfluid. Genderqueer is another term for non-binary. Genderfluid people are non-binary, but not all non-binary folks are genderfluid. Not every non-binary person calls themselves genderqueer.

i mean, i have friends who feel similarly about their gender but one calls zerself genderqueer, another genderfluid, and the third non-binary so from what i understand it is kinda personal preference/people kinda choose the label that feels right for them?

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bugsofjade replied to your photo:TVD is the only other TV Show I’ll be watching...

CUTIE

ty and ilu <3

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some lurking creepycrawly who strikes when least expects it, bugsofjade or somthing like that :p

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bugsofjade replied to your post: I need one more follower by Friday (an...

the day that Scrappy incarnate gets 666 followers will be a blessed day indeed

hell yeah

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bugsofjade replied to your post:bugsofjade replied to your post:bugsofjade replied...

uhhhh idk. I don’t see how animal memes and all the things you said are male-exclusive I mean they’re just a part of the stereotype not theirs to own so pfff to them :p

then our actions in the skeleton war are justifiable i guess. plus i already reddit too much for my own good. 

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bugsofjade replied to your post:stardusted replied to your post:I’ve seen a lot of...

*cough* add Barnyard *cough*

True even if I actually enjoyed it

[sandysmoved]

lewvithur prompt: tfw ur stringing up led lights in the middle of december and then suddenly lots of tangling

Jay is is motherufcking June why do you do this to me

~

“Alright, how are we doing in here-oh for GOD’S SAKE LEWIS-!”

The dark-eyed boy glanced up from his threading of popcorn garlands, stealthily passing another handful of kernels to the dog hiding under the coffee table. “What’s wrong, Vi-ohgoodlord.”

The smirking bluenette gestured with both arms at the poor bundle of mechanical limb and Christmas light inching along the foyer floor, trying to escape the giggling swarm of giggling deadbeats continuing to loop the glowing bulbs around his hindered legs. Lewis bit his illusory lip, trying to stifle a laugh, and the beleaguered blonde on the floor shot him a glare that was equal parts accusing and pleading. The master of the manor stood, leaving the popcorn bowl unattended (and vulnerable to Wheeled Hamster Assault) and kneeling to wave off his little minions. “Alright you guys, we have the tree covered, go be useless somewhere else.”

The little purple specters all squeaked playfully, one stopping to plant a little peck on a very unamused Arthur’s forehead, and the human girl and ghost boy quickly freed him from his festive bonds. The mechanic smacked his mouth, grimacing at the ghost of a plastic aftertaste, and then side-eyed Lewis. “Why exactly did you think they were capable of a serious task in the first place?”

The taller man shrugged, looking for all the world like a proud member of the living (save for his blackened sclera and slight glow). “Vivi wants us to go top down with the light stringing, we needed someone who could reach the top.”

Arthur rolled his eyes, rising to his feet and gathering up the end of the strand. “Go get a ladder; if nobody else is gonna do this right, then-”

“No need, hold on.”

Before Arthur had time to protest, or even process what was happening, he had a strong pair of arms around his scrawny midsection, and the tile beneath him gave way to the open air. He yelped, nearly dropping the cord, and the wide chest against his back rumbled with laughter. “Will this do?”

Arthur tried not to look down directly, only barely catching Vivi stifling a giggle down below in his peripheral, and took a deep breath, trying to ignore how comfortable the warm hold was, and how red his cheeks were growing. “Yeah. I can work with this.”

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