#but that raises the question of why louie didn’t use it. maybe he likes floating around lol I would too

[hana-bobo-finch]

rrrrghhh they r float ing………….

[therealjordan23]

Either adult Debbigail or adult Huelet, whichever couple you want, babysitting the other couple's kid(s)? ❤💜 💙💗

Sure anon :D I was in the mood to write some Louna however, so please forgive me😂

After her and Louie’s honeymoon to Southern Mouseton, Lena had been feeling off. She would vomit shadows, her powers would go ballistic, and everything her husband did got on her nerves. Scared of what was happening to her unstable powers and body, Lena had begrudgingly gone to her Aunt Magica, who had told her two simple words that would change her life:

You’re pregnant.

Lena, not wanting to believe it, dashed home and took a pregnancy test. She wasn’t entirely sure if normal pregnancy tests worked on shadows like herself, but considering it was Louie’s baby as well, she took a chance. With trembling hands, Lena glanced at the test, where two faint lines were just barely visible.

“How?” Lena asked herself, despite knowing exactly how it had happened. Mouseton had sure bought out Louie’s romantic side.

She was terrified: it was way too early in their marriage to be talking about children, something she and Louie weren’t expecting for another 5 or so years. Panic wracked her body, and dozens of questions rang throughout her head: her baby was going to be half shadow and half person? Would they retain some of Lena’s powers? How long were shadows even pregnant? And most importantly, how on Earth was she supposed to tell Louie?

That night, Louie was in a certain mood, and gently grabbed his wife, nibbling on her neck. Lena giggled, about to give in, until she remembered the baby she was carrying. She roughly shoved Louie away, and ran into the bathroom, locking it, and sliding down the door. She buried her face into her arms, and began sobbing.

“Lena?” Louie asked from the other side. He didn’t sound angry at all.

“J-just go away, Louie.” she sniffled, wiping her nose on her sleeve.

“Let’s talk. What happened back there?” he asked, keeping his voice steady.

“I said go away!” she snapped, this time louder.

“Lena.” he pleaded.

Lena lost it. She stood up, and angrily blasted purple fire towards the bathroom door. She expected it to burst open in a flurry of flames, but instead, the door somehow managed to absorb the energy. Lena was shocked, and took a step back. The door glowed a gentle shade of blue, unlocked on its own, and there stood Louie, his friendship bracelet glowing. A passive expression donned his face, and he gazed down at her with those dark eyes she had fallen in love with. She felt small, and her breath hitched under Louie’s intense scrutiny.

“Care to tell me what’s gotten you so upset this evening, Mrs. Duck?” he asked, gently slipping his hand into hers.

“I’m pregnant.”

She looked up to find her husband gone…

And on the floor, completely knocked out.

ooo

It had been almost a year since Casey DeSpell-Duck was born. Both 26 year old Louie and Lena had been busy raising their son, who certainly hadn’t been expected to be announced two weeks after Louie and Lena’s wedding, but everyone was thrilled. He was constantly surrounded by people he loved, and was showered with affection on a daily basis.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to watch him, guys? I know he can be a handful,” Louie said to his older brother and Webby. Louie and Lena were planning a romantic weekend together, and it would mark the first time they’ve gone out since Casey’s birth.  

Dewey laughed. “Relax, guys. He’s only 9 months old. How much harm can he do?”

Lena shot her brother-in-law a glare. “Magica said 9 months is when he should start gaining some of his magical ability. Maybe Louie and I should just stay…” she pondered, but Dewey wasn’t having any of it.

“Nope. You two are going, and that’s final,” Dewey said. “Webby and I will take care of him.”

“So Magica’s still cooperating with you?” Webby asked.

“Oh yeah, especially now that she’s dating Uncle Gladstone,” Louie shrugged. “Say what you want about Magica, but she has a real soft spot for this kid.” he shrugged, gently pinching his son's cheek.

Lena snorted. “She’s up to something, I can feel it.”

Before Lena could go on an hour long angry rant about Magica, Louie held her.

“Honey, we’re going on vacation, and I really don’t want Magica in my head.” he murmured, gently nuzzing the sensitive spot on her neck.

“Woah, woah, woah! It is way too early to have baby number 2.” Dewey laughed, stepping in between them.

Lena managed a smile, and set Casey down. Webby held her arms out, and Casey crawled over to her. She giggled, and carried him.

“Now, get going, you two! Go! Have some fun,” Dewey said, ushering them out of the door.

“Dewey, wait! There are some rules—”

“Louie,” Dewey smiled. “We can handle it. Now get going!”

With that, Dewey slammed the Manor’s door in his face. Louie pondered there for a bit, until his wife grabbed him.

“Come on, Lou. Dewey’s right about one thing, we need to take our minds off of this,” Lena said, slipping her hands into his.

He sighed. “I know… I’ve just never been apart from him,” Louie frowned, stroking the moustache he’d recently begun growing out.

“Neither have I, Louie. But now, let’s just focus on us, okay?” she pleaded softly.

Louie smiled, and drew her in for a gentle kiss. She let out a yelp when she felt his hand travel down to her butt, and Louie simply smirked at her shocked reaction. She never expected bold moves from him like this, but when he took the risk, she found herself more than pleased.

“None of that here, mister,” she scolded, her hands on his firm chest.

Laughing, he dragged her to their car.

Back inside, Webby carried Casey around, gently spinning him around.

“Who’s excited to spend some time with Auntie Webby?” she cooed, to which Casey smiled angelically…

Before he vomited a blast of purplish-blue magic at her. Webby remained frozen, and stared at her nephew.

“I guess he is,” Dewey supplied helpfully, trying not to laugh when he saw that she had singed off eyebrows and soot all over her face.

“Hold him.” Webby ordered, walking to the bathroom to wash her face.

Dewey smiled as he watched her walk off, and suddenly blushed when he realized that he was checking his girlfriend out while holding his nephew. Dewey and Webby had never talked about having children, the mere thought terrified Dewey to his core. It had taken years for him to get over his commitment issues, and it was part of the reason why he’d waited so long to ask Webby out. He sighed. He knew Webby was ready to get married, and start a family of their own, but… sometimes he didn’t feel ready.

Dewey groaned, glancing at his nephew, his frown immediately morphing into a smile—he was definitely Louie and Lena’s child alright. He had Louie’s head shape, and he even sported Louie’s hairstyle back when he was younger, the only difference being that Casey sported pink tips. Dewey had always assumed Lena’s pink hair had been dyed, but now, his nephew also sported those same pink tips. He had the same mischievous glint in his eyes that both Louie and Lena shared, and Dewey shuddered. Louie and Lena were bad enough on their own, but now, they bore a child. He wondered how much trouble Casey would get in when he was in his teenage years.

“You don’t look like a troublemaker yet,” Dewey said thoughtfully. “But if you find yourself in a situation you don’t want Mommy or Daddy finding out about, then your Uncle Dewey’s here for you, bud.” he said with a smile, and Casey’s eyes shined. In fact, they shined too much.

Dewey yelped, ducking his head before Casey’s eyes blazed a brilliant purple. His eyes shot magic beams into the ceiling, hitting the chandelier. Dewey watched in horror as the chandelier slowly morphed into…

“Captain Peghook?!” Dewey yelped. How had Casey managed to summon the old pirate?

“I’M HERE FOR THE HEAD OF SCROOGE MCDUCK!” the ghostly pirate roared.

“Always,” Dewey grumbled, calmly setting Casey in his crib, stepping forward. “He’s not available. Can I take a message?” he asked. It wasn't a lie. Scrooge, along with the rest of the adults, were on an adventure.

Captain Peghook floated there for a few minutes, and glared at Dewey. “I guess you’ll do. Any blood of the McDuck clan is blood I want to spill!”

Dewey cringed. “Dude, gross.”

Captain Peghook growled, and held out his hand. The Deus Excalibur shimmered into his hand, and Dewey groaned.

“Come on, dude. It’s two on one!” Dewey protested.

Just then, Webby walked out, wiping her face with a towel. “You wouldn’t believe how much soot there was—OH MY GOD!” Webby screamed.

“And now, it’s not.” the pirate sneered gleefully.

Dewey tackled Webby just as the Deus Excalibur flew right towards her head.

“Dewey, how did this happen?! I left you alone for 5 minutes!”

He scowled. “How am I supposed to know?! Casey’s magic summoned him!”

“Well—”

“RAR!” the pirate roared, swinging the Deus Excalibur back and forth.

Dewey rolled them over, the vicious blade narrowly avoiding them. Webby pressed a hidden button on the ring on her finger, and managed to punch Captain Peghook.

“H-how?!” he asked.

“A ring from my grandma that allows me to make contact with ghosts! Grab Casey and get out of here!” she snapped, using a harsh tone.

Dewey nodded, and tried to make his way to his nephew only to come face to face with the Deus Excalibur. Dewey groaned. How on earth was he supposed to fight a floating sword? He eyed the fireplace, and grabbed one of the fire pit poker sticks.

“I wouldn’t come too close!” Dewey warned.

Dewey wasn’t sure if it was possible for a sword to look like it was in disbelief, but the Deus Excalibur gave it its best try. Dewey held up the fire poker, and he and the Deus Excalibur got into a nice sparring match. The Deus Excalibur got some good hits on him, and Dewey cursed. How was he supposed to fight a sword fighter with no fighter? The Deus Excalibur hit Dewey right in between the eyes with the butt of the sword, and he fell next to the fireplace, the fire poker clattering behind him. The Deus Excalibur loomed over him, the flames illuminated its metal blade with a vicious orange light, and Dewey felt a sense of doom wash over him.

“Heads up!” Webby cried, and in came flying a shield from the local knights armour that Scrooge liked to keep on display. The shield successfully hit the Deus Excalibur, and Dewey scrambled up, grabbing anything he could use as a weapon, and all he produced was a dirtied towel that Ms. Beakley used to clean the fireplace.

Call him crazy, but right now, Dewey prayed he was making the right decision. He grabbed either end of the towel, spinning it so it became a hard knot. The Deus Excalibur wriggled itself out from underneath the shield, and flew towards Dewey, blade first. Dewey glared at it, and quickly sidestepped, grabbing the handle of the sword, and wrapping the blade in the towel.

The Deus Excalibur wriggled in his grasp, but Dewey wasn’t about to let it go. He made sure the sword was tied up, and Dewey tossed it into the fireplace. He gazed across the room, where Webby was just about finished with Captain Peghook.

“ENOUGH!” Captain Peghook screamed suddenly, and Dewey and Webby were both encased by his ghostly blue light.

“I can’t move!” Dewey struggled.

“Me neither!” Webby cried.

“I need McDuck blood, and you’re no source of it, girl,” he sneered to Webby.

Webby gritted her teeth.

“You,” Captain Peghook smirked at Dewey. “You have fire in your eyes. I don’t wish to fight you.”

Dewey glared at him.

“But, I know someone here who is of McDuck DNA,” Captain Peghook grinned manically, his eyes landing on Casey.

“NO!” Dewey screamed.

“DEWEY, DO SOMETHING!” Webby screamed, desperately wishing she had some form of McDuck DNA within her.

“I-I can’t move!” Dewey cried, nearly on the verge of tears. “Captain Peghook, I’ll do anything! Just leave the baby alone!”

“Protective, eh?” Captain Peghook chuckled darkly. “Well, it’s too late for any offers.”

With that, Captain Peghook strode towards Casey, and Dewey and Webby’s screams of terror got louder. Captain Peghook unsheathed his sword, and raised it, eyeing Casey evilly.

“NO!” Webby screamed, squeezing her eyes shut as he brought the blade down on her nephew.

Then… silence. Captain Peghook didn’t chuckle or anything, Webby slowly opened her eyes, bracing herself for the gorey mess… only to find Captain Peghook’s sword on the floor, and Casey unharmed. An aura of purple magic shimmered around him, and Webby shuddered. Peghook’s ghostly restraints disappeared, and the couple dashed towards Casey.

He seemed unharmed, and totally fine. Dewey glanced at Webby, immediately wrapping her in a gigantic hug. Webby responded immediately, burying her face in Dewey’s chest.

“I’m so glad that you’re okay,” the couple said in unison.

He pressed his lips against hers, but Webby pulled back. Dewey frowned, but when she wiped some blood off of his lip using her thumb, he smirked, and they resumed their liplock. After they parted, Dewey carried his nephew, and brought him into the TV Room.

“I’m just confused as to what happened back there,” Dewey frowned, after rocking Casey to sleep.

“Me too,” Webby agreed. “I think—”

“Webby please. I just defied death. Let’s just relax.” he murmured.

Dewey gently set Casey into his little crib, and pressed his lips against hers again. Webby slowly mounted him, cupping his face, and running her tongue along his bottom lip. Dewey shivered, and parted his lips slightly, allowing Webby’s tongue to enter his own mouth, and soon enough, they found themselves in a heated makeout session.

Once they finished, they found themselves panting heavily for air. Webby worked on removing Dewey’s shirt, tossing it to the side.

“W-wait,” Webby stammered, when she felt his hands run up her sides, and underneath her bra.

“What?” Dewey murmured huskily, his face buried inside her neck.

“His hands are glowing!” Webby exclaimed nervously.

Casey’s hands began glowing, and a brilliant blast of purple blinded them once again. Dewey slowly opened his eyes to find a smoldering Glomgold in the middle of his TV Room.

“HAHA! I, FLINTHEART GLOMGOLD, HAVE MANAGED TO INFILTRATE THE HOUSE ON SCROOGE MCDUCK!” he laughed viciously.

“Of all people,” Webby grumbled, climbing off of Dewey. “To interrupt us!”

Glomgold’s eyes widened. “W-wait, I—AHH!”

Dewey just chuckled.

[lettheladylead]

avoid the unhappy ending (ch5)

ships/characters: Goldie, Violet, Lena, Scrooge/Goldie  words (ch5): ~1300 summary: Goldie comes to town to see Scrooge. Instead, she somehow manages to run into literally everyone else. ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27108943/chapters/66355184

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Chapter 5 below the cut:

At this point, she was just checking random doors. That door used to be a closet, but hey - maybe it’s a secret room now! Oh, nope. Still a closet.

That door used to be a bathroom! And...still a bathroom.

Eventually she did open one that turned out to be a room. A surprisingly big room, actually. With two pairs of eyes staring right at her.

She didn’t want to talk to more kids. This was getting tiring. Goldie immediately tried to turn around, but the door was suddenly encased in a blue light and it closed magically in front of her.

“Who are you?!”

Goldie turned around to see the taller child floating two feet off the ground and holding a magically glowing hand towards the door. Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t Scrooge have magical children running around his home? He had everything else. This just made sense.

The other little girl was holding some sort of glowing magical talisman. Great. Great, great, great.

“How about a better question...who are you two?”

Lena scowled. “We asked you first!”

“I suppose that’s true.” Goldie shrugged, taking a few steps away from the door to test her current flexibility under this glowing child’s eye. She couldn’t take more than a few steps before feeling a magical heat on her feathers. The heat felt oddly familiar, like she’d fought someone before who used the exact same brand of magic. A hundred years of magical foes didn’t trim the list down very much, but it was something to think about. With that in mind, Goldie decided that fighting these kids wasn’t worth the effort nor the consequences.

“I’m a friend of Scrooge’s.”

Lena looked like she’d calmed down a little at that response, pulling her arm back, but Violet put up a hand threateningly. “Scrooge McDuck has a lot of dangerous friends. What’s your name?”

Goldie moved to slap her hand against her forehead, but quickly stopped and instead pinched the bridge at the top of her beak. “Goldie O’Gilt.”

Violet didn’t seem to recognize the name, but Lena immediately relaxed and landed back down on the floor with a thud.

“You know her?”

“Yeah, she’s Scrooge’s girlfriend. She’s a thief, but Louie says she’s harmless.”

“Harmless?” Goldie scowled. “Just because I don’t want to mess with a bunch of children doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be afraid of me!”

Violet raised an eyebrow and looked up at her sister. “I see what you mean.”

“What!?”

“So what’re you doing here, Goldie?” Lena asked impolitely, not bothering with any sort of title or explanation. “We’re kind of busy getting started on a sleepover.”

Goldie’s eye twitched and she stared down at these two unexpectedly sassy children. “I’m just trying to find Scrooge. Somehow I doubt you two vagabonds could help me out.”

“Like we would even if we could,” Lena said with a smirk, elbowing her sister in the arm. “I think she’s scared of me.”

“Your powers have grown exceptionally more intimidating, so it’s understandable.”

The blonde dragged her hand down the side of her face. “You two are starting to get on my last nerve. You should never mistake pity for fear.”

Violet and Lena glanced at one another and locked eyes, considering their options in case the strange, older woman decided to attack. Webby would return momentarily, and three against one would give them just the right odds they needed.

Lena lifted herself an inch off the ground and her eyes started to glow again and she glared at Goldie, who stared down at her suspiciously for a minute until realization struck. Those eyes, though a different color, were unmistakable.

“I know who you remind me of!” Goldie said suddenly with her pointer finger in the air. “Your powers, your face...are you a De Spell by any chance?”

That did the trick. The shock of the accusation made Lena’s powers all but backfire and she tripped backwards, landing on her butt. Violet stepped back to help lift her back up.

“Are you alright, Lena?”

“I’m fine!” Lena sat up and shook her head angrily. “How did you-?”

“Magica and I had a few run-ins back in the 70’s,” Goldie said with a shrug. “You have her eyes, you know that? You look just like her.”

Violet glared at the older woman and Lena almost felt like curling in on herself, turning her head to look down at her feet sadly. She didn’t say anything and suddenly Goldie felt a weird, unfamiliar sensation. Almost like she’d said something wrong when she knew for a fact she’d only said a simple fact.

Still...the kid looked very unhappy. Clearly Magica was not someone she wanted to be related to.

Goldie sighed deeply and walked closer, crouching down to be more on their level. “Look, the average person wouldn’t notice something like that, alright? I’m sure you’re nothing like Magica. You’re pretty clearly more level headed than her. And not insane.”

She looked away from the girls, who were both staring up at her with their big eyes. “I’m assuming you’re not evil, either. Pink doesn’t seem like she’d be into that.”

Lena and Violet looked at each other, then back up at Goldie again.

“Did you just try to comfort me?”

Goldie rolled her eyes. “Don’t ruin the moment. I just did my one good deed for the year.”

Violet helped Lena stand back up. “If this is what counts as your one good deed, I shudder to imagine what you spend the rest of your time doing.”

“Good.”

Lena crossed her arms over her chest again, feeling more like herself than she did a second before. “Does Webby even know you’re here? Or Scrooge?”

“She does; he’d better not.” Goldie shrugged. “If he does, he’ll face my wrath for making me hunt him down. These little chases are supposed to be fun. Instead I’ve been babysitting brats all afternoon.”

“From what I understand, you and Mr. McDuck are...romantically inclined?” Violet asked with a hand under her beak. “Why not just tell him you’ve arrived so he can greet you properly? You have a cell phone in your pocket.”

Goldie smirked. “Now how would that be any fun?”

“Efficiency is always fun. Proper communication leads to accurately scheduled arrivals and your available time for intimate interaction could increase significantly, likely strengthening your relationship and leading to a healthier outlook of your lives together.” She looked at her sister who was making a disgusted expression. “What’s wrong?”

Lena and Goldie spoke at once. “Gross.”

They both blinked simultaneously and looked at each other. Violet brought a hand up to her beak to contain her chuckle at the ridiculousness of the situation.

Goldie scoffed and flipped her ponytail back over her shoulder while Lena blew a raspberry and sank down into the make-shift pillow seat she’d been working on earlier. Neither of them spoke but Violet could sense an odd change in the air.

“When did you speak to Webbigail? She was supposed to be getting us some snacks and it’s taken her longer than expected.”

Goldie shrugged again. “She stopped for a few minutes to bother me. I’m sure she’ll be back soon.”

“Back with questions for you, I’d bet,” Lena said and pointed behind her. “You’d probably have some great additions for the Mystery Board.”

Her curiosity was not going to get the better of her. “I don’t want to know what that means.” She moved towards the door and cracked it open to look out. No sign of the kid. No sign of anyone. Time to get back to looking for Scrooge.

Without a goodbye, she started through the door.

“Goldie?”

The blonde sighed and squeezed the door frame, turning her head to the side. “Yes?”

“Are you here to steal something?”

Goldie looked back at the girl who spoke and saw a genuinely curious expression under her dyed hair.

She sighed and turned back towards the hallway. “That’s not all I do.”

And she left, shutting the door behind her.

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alrighty, play-by-play recap time!

“A shining civilization, until it fell...INTO THE SEA.” Something about that line/delivery makes me laugh

Kind of wish we had seen them solve to clues to Mervana

Why was this Huey’s quest? He doesn’t end up doing much. Did he chose this adventure?

“I like them.” “We know, Webby.”

Scrooge and Huey nerding out together is ADORABLE

Louie is already done

“Cool, now there’s two people who want to put us in constant danger.” Donald understands your pain. We need an episode focusing on Louie and Donald

I NEED to know why Della hates fish 

Why is Della piloting the sub if she hates the ocean? I feel like Donald would be more qualified

“HEY, KNOCK IT OFF!” That was SUCH a sibling moment

LP isn’t here because he needed a break after last week’s episode OR something went down when he was with Oceanika and he can’t be in the ocean for some reason

Louie knows how this shit goes down

So according to Louie’s chart; Huey has been sacrificed the less with 10, then Webby with 15, Louie at 23, and Dewey at 63 

“DEWEY’S ON TOP!” Sweetie, that’s not a good thing. How many of those times do you think LP saved him?

I bet Donald had/has a tally sheet too

Webby is PRECIOUS

“Life’s not some fairytale filled with happy endings and...” “MERMAIDS!” Webby is SUCH A MOOD this episode 

It’s so cute how in AWE all of them are...

Except for Della

One more Della moment in the theme

Poor Donald

Those things in Aletheia’s headband look like eyes and I can’t unsee it. Also, STARFIRE THE MERMAID!

BEAST BOY THE MERMAN! He pretty much looks like a duck/mermaid version of Greg. It’s great

“So, speaking as a mermaid, WHAT’S IT LIKE TO ACHIEVE MY DREAM?!” WEBBY IS ME

I know the “suffering builds character” line is a joke, but it rubs me the wrong way

How is Scrooge’s hat not floating away?

Della’s reaction to saying fish is how I feel about eating fish

“Look at this stuff, isn’t neat!” THAT’S MY GIRL! I bet The Little Mermaid is Webby’s favorite Disney movie

This was much less dangerous than the last time Webby played hacky sack

Scrooge 100% DONE when they say that he’ll have to give up his worldly possessions

 THERE’S THAT ONE MERMAID THAT LOOKS LIKE GOSALYN! I’m gonna pretend they are distantly related

Why is Honestus’ statue so BEEFY?

 Louie is ALREADY calling bullshit

NO ONE MAY TOUCH THE DONALD

“Wow, a laid-back society where everything is free. Sounds PERFECT for you!” “It’s too perfect.” I love when Louie and Webby are paired off. They have pretty much opposite views of the world

“IT’S. A. TRAP! And take it down a notch, Beakley!” “Sorry, I was trying to drown out your nonsense.” You’re harshing her vibes, bro

 “These hippies are harmless!”

Donald playing drums is adorable

“Operation Flower Power was...groovy.” FIRST THAT SUMMER IN PARAGUAY, NOW THIS! TELL ME YOUR SECRETS! Beakley probably has fucked as many people as Launchpad, possibly more

The face Louie makes after Beakley leaves is great. He knows Beakley fucks and does NOT want to think about that

I want to know all the warnings on the cave. My favorite of the ones I could see was NAAAAAHHHHHHH!

“Those MER-MURDERERS” Alliteration is fun, kids!

Digging the more proactive Louie, even if it is just to keep himself from dying

Donald is digging the vibe and Dewey is SO FOCUSED on playing the drums

FUCK YEAH, ARTS AND CRAFTS! Dewey was like “MY TIME HAS COME!” And Donald seemed pretty happy about arts and crafts too

Donald was TOTALLY checking out his own ass

Dewey is SO FOCUSED. Arts and crafts are SERIOUS BUSINESS

He looks SO PISSED when Scrooge takes the tail

Why do they have toxic markers? Hell, where did they even GET those markers?

“They’re ALL our markers” That face she makes is great

Dude, the harp fucking DRAGGED Honestus! We stan!

“It’s a beautiful castle made of coral and shells...” Webby, those are ruins

I knew that fish monster was Honestus. He had a crown and everything. Also they call him a sea serpent but nothing about him is serpent-like 

“This is a chase” Is that really any better than a trap?

BEAKLEY TO THE RESCUE

“I’ve never been happier to see an adult!”

“Same thing we are-snoopin”

Webby ended up being spot on that the Mervanans had no idea what was really going on

“Something is going on here.” And Louie raises his arms in victory

I want more Beakley and Louie episodes. They are both cynical but deal with it in different ways, especially when it comes to Webby. Plus Louie has a unique position when he’s been the one that had secrets kept from him

“Her optimism is her strength!” “You can’t hide the truth from her forever!” “I kept her in a mansion for a decade, that worked out pretty well.” I don’t know why but this reminds me of how the Crystal Gems and Greg dealt with Steven

I love that Huey’s tail has the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook logo on it

Me and my sister agreed that Donald’s tail looks like an Easter egg

DONALD IS OUR LORD AND SAVIOR! NAMASTE, MY FRIEND

Dewey has flames on his tail because of course he does

“Man, these are hard to get around in. And off I go.” He just accepts that he’s falling

I’m with Louie, FUCK STAIRS

Della has that dumbass energy. We stan. Also, she and LP need to hang out. I feel like they’d somehow both lose in a game of Go Fish. Stupid, beautiful pilots :’)

“MOM LOOK AT MY SUPER COOL FINS!” “*gags* I have no family.”

CAPITALISTS DO NOT GET TO KNOW TRUE PEACE

Donald and Huey nodding after Aletheia calls Scrooge a judgemental boomer, beautiful

“I don’t want inner-truth, I want outer harp!” That’s a good line

“Scrooge, back to the arts and crafts section!” And then his face! Golden!

Louie clinging to Beakley’s arm is so cute

I LOVE YOU, HARP LADY!

“But I only tell the truth, a thing the merpeople used to value.” I feel like that could apply to other (current) situations

Whenever Honestus speaks during the song I lol

Also, what hard work was going on above the sea? Was there like a war or something? I need more!

I think the Harp and Honestus were a thing at one point

If the merpeople become more monstrous the longer they stay in the water, why are the ones who have lived their ENTIRE LIVES in the ocean still humanoid? How long was he gone? How many generations have come and gone? Why didn’t he age? I NEED MORE INFORMATION

Poor Webby. The person she trusted the most has been lying to her for who knows how long! I think we know what Webby’s arc for the season will involve

Louie does NOT want to be in the middle of this

MER-MURDER-MAIDS!

I want to PERSONALLY THANK the GENIUS that had David Tennant use hippie slang. You did the lord’s work

The face Scrooge makes when he thinks that they are gonna take his money is PRICELESS

I feel bad for the Mervanans. They were left to fend for themselves. They did pretty good for themselves all things considered but still

Della taking baby steps only to be pushed right back into her comfort zone, I felt that

She’s just like, nope

“Gotta get harp down. Gotta save family. Maybe sell the harp later.” The kid has his priorities straight

The way the Harp acts when Beakley picks her up is a mood and I ship it

“Is that what I sound like? Oh, boy.” I love the way Bobby says “oh, boy”

“We would never!” “Yeah, we’re vegan.” At least these merpeople actually flat out say they don’t eat fish, unlike other merpeople who act all high and mighty even though they probably eat fish too

I love the one dude who just kinda flaps out of the water

“I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS.” “CORRECT!”

DUDE, DON’T INSULT THE MAN’S COOKING SKILLS! IT’S YZMA, KRONK, AND THE SPINACH PUFFS ALL OVER AGAIN!

I think Donald is just always angry ala Bruce Banner

Donald is me when someone says the wrong thing to me on an already shitty day

He just slings Dewey over his shoulder and drags Huey. I feel like a family meeting about chili is in their future. Though the Harp didn’t say whether or not Dewey was lying so...

“Our king returned and tried to eat us.” In the words of Zuko; that’s rough, buddy

“We’re all monsters on the inside.” “WE ARE?! GET IT OUT OF ME!” Vero is having a very bad day

“Mervana isn’t a place. It’s, oh boy, it’s in your heart!”

Louie and Webby make each other better and that’s what’s great about their team ups

“We need your inner-truths to move from your hearts to YOUR FISTS!” WEBBY WILL FUCK YOU UP

“WELCOME TO MERVANA” BITCH!

Poor Harp. It’s not her fault that she only has one setting

I WANNA RIDE A MERMAID! No, not that way! ok maybe that way too

Webby’s eyes sparkle when the merpeople get to land

DROP ON THE DECK AND FLOP LIKE A FISH

“TIME TO SEND THIS FISH BACK TO SCHOOL!” Della knows how to one-liner

Her Naruto run is great. I bet she’s been watching it with the kids

Della is gonna wash her leg SO HARD after that

I don’t think Honestus should have gotten off so easy. The dude’s a dick who only cares about himself. I know that wouldn’t mesh with the moral of the episode, but I still hate him

Della looks so fucking confused, like LP usually does. THEY ARE MEANT TO BE BESTIES

Dewey kept his tail. So cute!

“She’s kinda harshin’ my vibe.” I know, my dude, I know

“And it’s finally where it belongs.” “Telling shiftless hippies to get a job!” Scrooge is harshin’ my vibe. Stupid capitalist

The head kiss Beakley gives Webby GIVES ME LIFE! SO PURE

Well of course she’s fibbing! Beakley is/was a SPY! Her job was secret keeping!

I really enjoyed this episode. I, like Webby, ADORE mermaids so I wasn’t gonna complain there. I liked that the merpeople weren’t actually evil because that would have been predictable af. It really ties in with the legacy theme of this season. Just because the people who came before you were jerks doesn’t mean you have to be. I think I enjoyed the other episodes a bit more but that’s probably because they were a bit more focused on a single character and only introduced a few new characters. I give it an 8/10, not enough Launchpad and not NEARLY ENOUGH fish puns

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Sweet angel Ryan— personality 7, 10, 14, 16, 20, 23; friends and family 7; past and present 4, 9: love 6

OOF. Sorry it took a year and a day to get to these! Ryan Brenner character asks part two! 

7- What makes him laugh out loud? 

Ryan laughs a lot when he’s with his cousins. They have tons of good memories from growing up together to call upon, and even as they’ve all gotten older the shenanigans haven’t really stopped. They still gang up on one another to tease or joke, they still poke fun at each other for things they say or do. Ryan gets back to Georgia every three years- sometimes more often if there’s a big family event or if he’s nearby anyway, but sometimes he’ll meet up with some of them on the road, too if they’re traveling. He’s met up with Taylor when she was on vacation with her family, for instance, and Zach quite a few times because he travels a lot himself, moving from place to place but always settling back home for a while in between. But Ryan is most comfortable with his family, whether it’s his cousins or his tribe, so all of his expressions are going to be bigger when he’s around them, including laughter.

10- How does he see himself? 

Ryan is comfortable with himself for the most part. He sees himself as an honest, well-intentioned, good-natured person who puts his all into everything he does and who finds enjoyment in the simple things that life has to offer. Occasionally someone gives him a look, turning their nose up or curling their lip at his dirty hands or overgrown hair, his “lived in” jacket or the stains on his jeans. Sometimes he’ll hear comments mumbled under the breath of passersby, the word “bum” or “degenerate” hitting his ear harshly. When this happens, it hurts and sometimes it makes him angry- who are these people to judge him? Why do people feel the need to form opinions on the makeup of a man based on what he wears or how he chooses to live? Why do superficial things matter more to people than the things they’d learn about him if they bothered to? But he’s very well adjusted, and the feelings of inadequacy or anger fade relatively quickly for the most part, because he knows that he’s a good person. He knows that he can sleep at night with no stains on his conscious. He knows that he loves the life he leads, and he knows that he has people who understand him.

14- What is his greatest fear? 

I inadvertently answered this one in another round of asks, but sure, I’ll ramble on it some more.

His greatest fear is dying alone. He’s not scared of much, and he knows that he’s making choices in his life that aren’t always the safest, so it’s not a fear that stops him from doing anything that he wants to do, it’s not something he thinks about all the time, and it’s certainly not something he’s ever acknowledged out loud. But his father, Oz and Cowboy all spent their last moments alone, and while the three of them had lived a little more dangerously than Ryan, he couldn’t help but to draw parallels and recognize that only the smallest of mishaps could lead him down the same road.

  16- When was the last time that he cried? 

(settle in this one’s lengthy.)

  It was a few months before arriving in Denver; October 28th to be exact. He was playing at a small Hometown Festival in a suburb of Cleveland with Georgie and Louie, the three of them occupying stools on a raised wooden stage. It had been a perfect Autumn day. The sun was alone in a cornflower sky, the crisp blue expanse painting the perfect background for the deep burgundy and brilliant gold foliage. Though it was late in the season, it had been warm all day, and Ryan had been able to roll up his jacket and tuck it under the straps of his pack, feeling much lighter as he walked the booth lined street, carefully inspecting each and every stall, watching vendors crafting or cooking, noticing the detail work on displayed items like sun catchers, soaps and silver work, sampling a warm cider or a soft pretzel.

He’d joined up with his friends that morning, after Georgie had called him a week before with news.

“Got us a gig, Ry! A real one with cash an’ all that.” Georgie was always full of excitement even when there was nothing to be excited about, but when there was he downright teemed with it. Some things never change.

“Woah, slow down, Georgie,” Ryan chuckled as he exhaled a puff of the cigarette he held between his thumb and pointer finger, the steel floor of the train car rattling beneath him, somewhere between Des Moines and Cedar Rapids.  “What’dya sayin’ now?”

He’d gone on to explain that he met a musician up in Michigan. He’d been working some odd jobs up there, skirting the shore of the lake before the weather chased him further south, and Cole- the banjo picker he’d met- had tipped him off to a local festival in his home town that he was headed down to play at. Georgie had eagerly looked into it, ravenous as always for opportunities to play and be heard, and once he’d checked the date and location, he’d wasted no time in contacting the event organizer and booked a spot. He’d called Ryan as soon as he’d gotten off the phone with the scheduler, planning to give Louie a ring next.

“A’right,” Ryan took the last drag before stubbing out the butt under his boot. “When do I gotta be there?” Georgie told him the date and Ryan froze, leaning forward, a tight twist in his chest. But that’s… 

When ten seconds went by without a response, Georgie repeated Ryan’s name. “Hey, you still there, Ry?”

Ryan cleared his throat and shook his head. “Yeah’m here, Georgie, just...d’you say October 28th? That’s…”

“Yeah,” Georgie cut him off quietly. “Yeah, I know. Cowboy’s birthday.” He paused and Ryan could feel it through the phone line, the mutual missing of their friend. “But I think…ya know, maybe that’s what he’d want, right? Us all…”

“Yeah,” Ryan agreed. “Yeah, I think that’s what he’d want.” I know it is.

It had been the perfect kind of day, and just the kind of day that Cowboy would have loved. Ryan smiled to himself imagining his friend twirling Virginia unexpectedly before plopping a kiss to her cheek and then reaching behind her to flick Georgie’s ear while the group casually toured the blocked off boulevard. Miss you brother.

When the day had turned to dusk, music started to float through the now chilly air. The lights that had been strung up over the stage blinked to life, their soft orange glow complementing the corn husks and pumpkins that stood at either end of the wood plank platform. Bands and soloists, singers and musicians all took their turns delighting the crowd of locals, Ryan, Georgie and Louie following a pair of sisters who fiddled faster than Ryan had ever seen. They’d played a few favorites, a couple new tunes that Ryan had been toying with, his voice warming the hearts and souls of the red-cheeked faces gathered in front of the stage. Feels right to be doin’ this tonight. He poured his memories and feelings into his performance, paying tribute to his friend in the only way he knew how.

Their set ended, the three of them rising from their stools to cheers and applause, smiles broad and eyes brimming with happiness. As they turned to leave the stage to make room for the next act, a frantic young girl in an event staff sweatshirt came jogging towards them, waving her clipboard.

“Hey hang on a sec, you guys wanna play another set?” She asked the question in a way that told Ryan that she didn’t want to beg but that it wasn’t off the table. Her eye brows wrinkled up and her lips tipped down. “The next guy…apparently he had one… or six too many ciders and, well,” she dramatically winced, drawing a warm chuckle from Ryan and snickers from Georgie and Louie. “He was supposed to close out the show, so…”

“You got yourself a deal, lil lady,” Georgie Extended his hand passed Ryan and the girl eagerly shook it.

“Great, thank you so much. I’ll see that you get paid for both sets of course, and-“

“Hold on, Georgie,” Ryan turned, bemused smirk on his lips. “We just played most’a the songs we know, what’re we gonna…”

“You could take requests, maybe?” The young volunteer suggested hopefully.

“There you go, Ry, we could take requests, maybe.” Georgie grinned.

Ryan blew out a laugh through his nose and shook his head. “A’right, let’s take some requests, maybe.” He gestured towards the stage and the girl visibly let go of at least half the stress she was under, thanking them profusely. The crowd cheered as they settled back in their stools, quieting down as Ryan leaned forward to speak into the mic. “Thank y’all so much,” he said, cheeks red with more than just the chill. Singing was one thing, but talking to a crowd wasn’t something Ryan had much practice with. “We’re gonna stick around if that’s alright with you.” The cheers he was met with made his cheeks nearly swallow his eyes. “So if there’s somethin’ you wanna hear, come on over’n let us know.”

They started off with another old song that they’d played together hundreds of times before the requests started coming in. Most were songs they knew, a few they’d had to turn down because they didn’t fit their style, but all the songs they’d played had kept the crowd happy. When they got down to their last one, though, Ryan knew it would be a struggle to get through, but that he’d give it all he had. He plucked at the strings of his guitar, the first few notes slow and sweet and soothing, a knot already sticking in his throat as he started in with the lyrics.  

There are places I'll rememberAll my life, though some have changedSome forever, not for betterSome have gone, and some remain

Eyes shut the entire time, Ryan let his emotions take the reins, singing with his heart, from deep within it’s center, about the friend he’d been fortunate enough to find at a crossroads in his life; the friend who left too soon but who’d left an indelible mark on his life. As the song slowed and finished, he felt the breeze hit his face and realized that his eyes were damp. Huh. He hadn’t realized that tears had started to gather in the corners of his eyes, too focused on the song and the feeling it was filled with to even be in his skin while he sang it. He quickly swiped the wetness from his eyes with his thumb before smiling as Georgie took the lead in thanking the crowd for a second time.

As soon as everything was settled and the earnings had been split, Ryan wandered off while Georgie and Louie found a bar around the corner. “I’ll catch you guys’n a minute,” he told them. “Gotta just make a call real quick.” Leaning against a stack of hay bales near the entrance of the festival, he pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed one of the few numbers he had memorized. It only rang once before the voice on the other end came through.

“Ryan?”

“Hey, Ginny, yeah, it’s me. Just wanted to tell ya that Georgie’n Louie’n me just got done playin’, an…” he paused and heard her exhale, the puff of air hitting the speaker in a way that told Ryan she’d spent most of the day going back and forth between crying and smiling. “An it was… it was really good, Gin. I just… I wanted you to know.” I wanted you to know we played for him, Gin.

 “That’s great, Ryan… that’s…”

 “I miss him, Ginny. But it felt… right, ya know.”

 “I know. It is right. He’d love that.” Virginia had a way of wrapping you up in her voice, cozy like a blanket, even before she became a mother. Ryan knew that the day was a struggle for her, too, in vastly different ways that were just as strong. But they found comfort in one another, in the family that they’d formed. “I can’t wait to see you, Ry. It’s gonna be real good to see you.”

 “Yeah,” he sniffed and straightened back up, startin towards the bar where his friends were. “See you soon, V’ginia.”

  20- What is his sinful little habit? 

Sinful? This angel? Ryan has lots of habits. He has lots of quirks and things that make him unique. But none of them are sinful, especially now. He’s a man of strong morals and good values, and he tries his best to take care of himself- sure, he smokes, and sure, from time to time he drinks, but since he straightened out (his teen years were a little sketchy) he hasn’t formed any habits that could be called “sinful”.

  23- What are his pet peeves? 

  Ryan CANNOT stand when someone thinks they’re better than someone else based on job title, money or status. That’s why he had to intervene in Caribou when that bozo with the big bucks was berating you for spilling a little coffee on his jacket. He doesn’t go looking for confrontation (anymore) but he can’t hold his tongue if he hears someone being unfairly discriminated against because they have stains on their jeans or scuffs on their boots, because they make their living selling their art instead of selling stocks, because they chose a different path than the social norm.

 Friends and Family 

7- Who are his surprising allies? 

It’s not really surprising, but he and Taylor have always had a close bond. They’re close in age, but that’s not why. When Ryan came to live with his cousins and aunts and uncles – they all live in the same town, a few of them in the same neighborhood- he was a little sad and homesick at first. Even though he’d been spending summers with his extended family since he’d been born, the first few weeks after it became permanent, Ryan was quiet, withdrawn and preferred to be by himself rather than playing with his cousins. He felt like an outsider even though this was his family: they all got to stay with their parents while he had to leave his. His (half) brother got to stay, but he didn’t. It wasn’t fair, and it made him feel alone.  

One afternoon while the boys were all out catching frogs or setting off firecrackers or causing some manner of mischief, Ryan was sitting under the tree in his grandparent’s front yard, hiding from the sun and from any of the adults who were trying to get him to “talk about it”, when Taylor wordlessly came over and sat down next to him. At first, Ryan thought about telling her to leave him alone, but when he turned in her direction, he noticed she was crying. Her nose and eyes were red, and her cheeks were damp despite the fact that she was fervently wiping at them with the back of her hand in an effort to banish her tears. She sniffed, the action scrunching up her face, before letting out a melancholy little sigh, too sad for a pig-tailed little girl to make. “It ain’t fair,” she mumbled to Ryan.

Ryan noticed her right knee, scraped and bloodied and smeared with dirt, but he knew that wasn’t why she was crying. Taylor was tough, even if she was little, even if she was a girl. “What ain’t?” he asked her with a sniff of his own, the unruly mop of light brown hair on his head swinging into his eyes as he turned to face his cousin.

Taylor huffed, picking her arms up and letting them fall to her lap. “Bein’ left out,” she said, picking at the frayed white fringes trailing from her cut off denim shorts. “Just ‘cause I’m a girl, Tommy and Fitz and all them said I can’t come climbin’ trees with them.” She looked up at Ryan, a determined set to her eyes. “But I can, Ryan. I’ma good climber an’ I can do it they just don’ want me to and it ain’t fair.”

Ryan couldn’t help himself but laugh, which only made her frown deepen, made her whine ‘hey’. “I know you can climb, Taylor. I know you’rea good climber. They’re jus’ bein’ stupid.”

Her frown relaxed almost instantly, cheeks bouncing back into a near smile as a little giggle replaced the whining. “Yeah,” she giggled again, wiping the last of her tears from her eyes and leaving a smudge of dirt on her face as she did, “they are stupid, aren’t they?”

“Yeah.” Suddenly, Ryan didn’t want to sit and mope anymore. “C’mon,” he said, standing up and motioning for Taylor to do the same. “Let’s go show’m how stupid. Let’s go climb higher’n they can. I bet that’s what they’re really scared of anyway, that you’re gonna make’m look bad.”

Ryan became close with all of his cousins after that, but he and Taylor always remained outsider allies. The only one who grew up without parents, and the only girl in a pack of wild boys.

past and present 

4- What is the most offensive thing he has ever said? 

I hope you don’t take this as a cop out, but Ryan doesn’t really say offensive things. Even when he was young and got himself into trouble, it was always stuff like tagging overpasses or distracting the checkout girl while a buddy stole a bottle of whiskey or getting into a fight in public (one that he wouldn’t have started but also wouldn’t have walked away from) and never from saying anything hurtful. Even when Chloe broke his heart with her decision- he could have been mean. He could have been spiteful. But he wasn’t. He was compassionate and even though he was hurting, he only tried to be supportive and understanding of her. When he was younger he had some rough edges, but Ryan’s a good soul soup to nuts.

9- What advice would he give to his younger self? 

That life is short and its better spent on the good stuff. This is something that’s been constant in his life- losing his father at a young age, having things up-ended on him when he had to move, leaving to go out on his own at 16, losing friends too young… he eventually learned this, the hard way, but the first few years on the road he got up to no good, wasted time getting into fights and finding trouble, trying to express all the pent up anger or negative energy that he didn’t even realize he’d been holding onto. But once he met Cowboy and Georgie and started taking his music seriously, he learned that its better to laugh than fight. It’s better to make people smile than frown. It’s better to leave the world a brighter place than you’d found it. It’s better to make the most of your time instead of wishing things were different. That’s the advice he’d give to anyone in their teens, when you think you’re invincible and that everyone’s entitled to reaching a ripe old age.

love 

6- Has he ever been in love? 

Yes. I talked about this one in another answer, but Ryan was in love with a girl named Chloe, a free spirit like himself. She was a sculpture artist who lived most of the year in Montana, and the rest of the time wherever the wind blew. They were head over heels for each other and both understood the other’s need for travel and adventure, for the unknown and the call of the road. They were together for a little over two years, until she made a choice that derailed their relationship, and she couldn’t accept Ryan’s forgiveness. Now they’ve both moved on, and still keep in touch from time to time. She’s married now, and Ryan couldn’t be happier for her. 

THANK YOU so much for these asks!