#duckie the clone

[anstarwar]

We did it! Our boy has officially graduated from shiny status and found his name

Thank you all for playing along and helping to build a clone! Duckie here belongs to everyone so if you want to use him for fic, art, HCs, etc. by all means feel free to! Adapt him however you’d like. (And tag me if you use him so I can see and share the creations!)

It’s been fun building him with y’all and thank you for participating!

[clones-and-companions]

If anyone needs a reason as to why this exists, it's because, during a conversation with @anstarwar about what the troopers get up to while sitting/relaxing on their Nocabras (such as Echo reads his beloved reg manuals), this came up.

So there you have it! 🤣

Squeaks becomes so used to Duckie falling off that they don't get concerned anymore. Just picks him up and plonks him back on til the next fall!

And to answer a question no one asked, yes they have prehensile tails. If their rider falls, they can do a run by snatch and grab to get them back in the saddle. 😁

Oh, and Duckie makes squeaking sounds when he falls or gets hit. It's canon. 🤣

[mwolf0epsilon]

Considering Beautiful's most favorite activity is chasing (and eating) the mice and rats that try to stowaway on the ship, Sponge has begun the important task of acclimating her to the Beans.

This has to be done away from the multitudes of Beans, so reading in the daycare room where they can intervene if Beau lunges after Sponge Bean will have to do until she understands that Beans are friends, not food.

Sponge Bean of course is not super happy about this arrangement...

[theduckeminence]

Everyone—meet the clone son of Gary Coleman!

Clone High’s new kid on the block—fresh from homeschool! A charmer with a bit of a dirty mind and terrible puns, but quite laidback and chill once you hang around him a little more.

Many feel they have met him before, though there was never any record of him in the school up until he enrolled. How weird…

[psychotichelicopter]

Wrecker Thursday! Brought Wrecker to school with me. He loooooved it-

[xxkitsuneknightxx]

Feather-she/her pronouns. Fell in love with how each feather is unique. She keeps a couple in her braids sometimes mixing beads with them. She works in surveillance and security.

Fowl-he/they pronouns. They have an interest in raising/training birds. They’re also have a side job of slicing into stuff their not supposed to be in.

Peck-he/him pronouns. Got his name from pecking at anyone who got to close to his brothers. He looks mean but is an actual softy. He’s also good at hand to hand and knife throwing.

Swan- she/her pronouns. She’s as graceful as a swan when fighting. She has a mean eyeliner and always have great tip’s for undercover work.

Ducky-he/him pronouns. Started collecting random rubber ducky’s. Started training under CMO fracture after expressing interest in medicine.

Goose-he/him pronouns. He can be as loud and persistent as a silly goose. He loves parkour and free falling off buildings.

They all have different interests and personalities, but what they all agree on is that commander fox is buir.

[anstarwar]

Thank you for making this "build a clone" project. It has been really fun and Duckie is so great

You’re so welcome! Glad you and lots of people had fun with it! I think Duckie is happy too

[clones-and-companions]

I call this piece "Saddle Troubles" 😂Someone take my Cintiq away from me.

@profettshonalfettfetishist You inspired this tomfoolery. Pink Panther gave me the reference. 😂

Let me know if the scribble I call writing is illegible otherwise, I'll put up a transcript. 😄

[dewdropdinosaur]

Kinktober Day 2: Double Penetration

Summary: Your harmless little question about your boyfriends cloning ability lands you face down, ass up in the bed of the King of Hell himself. Warnings: DP, P in V sex, P in A sex, nipples, cum...lots of cum, clone sex, etc. MDNI< 18+. I am not responsible for your media consumption. Kinktober Mention of the Day: @hazelfoureyes. THEIR KINKTOBER STUFF IS ALREADY FIRE. I mean who would expect anything less from the leader of the Horny Dear Cult TM.

It was supposed to be a harmless request, a simple inquiry you had for your boyfriend. You didn’t think it would land you face down, ass up on the king of Hell’s plush king sized bed; drooling and letting out incoherent praises at how good he was making you feel. 

It started with watching Lucifer preform a few parlor tricks to entertain the masses of the Hazbin Hotel, cloning a few apples to juggle with. While that in and of itself was an innocent act, it couldn’t keep you from wondering what else he might be able to conjure up and clone. This lead you to pulling him aside later that night and popping the question. 

“Luci, dear. May I ask you something?”

“Why of course my love! What is it?” He was simply beaming at you from across the dinning table, as if every syllable from your soft lips was a heavenly tune he couldn’t wait but to indulge in listening to. 

“About your magic act earlier—“

“Oh it was so fun wasn’t it! I am sure Charlie loved it!”

“Yes, yes. It was nice and I am super impressed but it left me wondering…can—what can you clone?”

Furrowing his brows together, Lucifer was somewhat taken aback by the inquiry. It seemed so simple to him to just clone something, the powers that come with ruling Hell seemed bland and denzinet considering how long he had been using them. Rising from his chair, Lucifer slid over to where you were sitting, propping his elbows on the corner of the table next to your spot. 

“Mhmm, I think close to everything. Ducks included. Oh I need to tell you about that time that I cloned 1000 rubber ducks for Charlie’s fourth birthday—“

“Lucifer, darling. I would love to hear that story but maybe another time? I have…another question.” Placing your hand gently on his forearm, you bring him back from reality. His eyes burning into yours with an intense curiosity, as you sheepishly smile and fiddle with a bracelet on your wrist. It was silver, adorned with a red and gold pendant; given to you on your one year anniversary as a sign of your boyfriend’s never ending love. 

“Can you…can you clone yourself?” 

And that is how you ended up as mentioned before. Face down, Lucifer himself laying under you, pounding into your weeping pussy as a clone of him matched his pace as it drove into your ass. Gripping the sheets, the pleasure was blinding; with every thrust you swore you could see Heaven itself and how God himself had blessed you with such a specimen of a boyfriend. 

“Fuck—Ducky, you’re squeezing me so tight!” Lucifer couldn’t help but shudder with every thrust into your cunt, its velvety walls wrapping around him in an inviting way that almost had him cumming on the spot every time. Slowing his pace below you, he took the time to suck on one of your hardened nipples; releasing a short cry from your puffy, lipstick ruined lips. 

“This what you wanted sweetheart? For me to take you like this….gosh you’re gonna take my cum so well. Gonna take it nice and deep inside both holes for me Ducky.”

A hot wave of pleasure coiled itself in your stomach, a taught line on the edge of breaking. It was unbearable…almost. Lucifer’s clone continued it’s relenting pace into your ass, occasionally coming to smack down or dig it’s nails into the soft supple flesh of your behind. 

“Come on sweetheart…cum for me—cum for us.”

Your body acted on command, letting out moans of sobbing pleasure as your release hit you like a freight train; squirting all over Lucifer. Not mere seconds later did he and his clone find their own high; cumming hard into your cunt and ass, the liquid gold seed seeping out of both holes. Gasping for air, you peeked your head down to see Lucifer’s eyes completely dialated and black; staring at the way your body soaked up his seed. Taking his fingers, he pushed some more back into your overstimulated hole with a smirk. 

“Think you can take us again sweetheart?”

[leenathegreengirl]

YESSSSS!!! DUCKY!!!

DUCKY! I love the idea of Crosshair calling his beloved Ducky. Not to project myself or to give a plot idea, I was chased by a duck when I was tree years old. It's a core memory of mine. Anyways, I just came to formally request something along the lines of Crosshair calling his female S/O Ducky because it feels like it would just be so cute!! ❤️✨

YES THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS YESSSSS

also did i like finish this and then forget to post it.

yes.

does it matter?

no.

also, let me know if you guys would be interested in a part 2, because i really want to, and it would be so cool if someone requested it okay anyway here is the fic :)

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Crosshair x F!Reader, pt. 1

Word Count: 1,637 words

Warnings: N/A, besides use of nicknames

Genre: Angst & Hurt/Comfort, but there’s no comfort at all, it’s just hurt

Description: An argument with Crosshair leads to a ducky conclusion.

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Lucky Ducky

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You had to be an idiot to think this mission was going to go well. Idiotic. Out of your mind.

Magically, your alarm hadn’t gone off this morning. You knew for a fact you had set it last night, you even remember wishing Tech a “good night” before setting it. It was set, you were positive.

Funnily enough, the gear you had set out for yourself the following morning was also gone, strewn randomly around the ship. The rest of the Batch didn’t appreciate the messily placed gear, even though you knew for a fact you had set it all up for yourself.

Oh, and your pillow.

Warm.

Both.

Sides.

You knew exactly what had happened to your alarm, the gear, the pillow. Or better yet, who.

Who was also paired with you during this mission.

What Hunter was thinking, you’ll never know. Pairing you with Crosshair was a choice. A very, very, very idiotic choice.

Crosshair and you had never gotten along. For as long as you had been with the Batch’s chaotic family dynamic, Crosshair was an estranged member. Extremely estranged from you.

From the start, he had been pushing your buttons left and right, up and down, side to side. Jamming, breaking, everything he could do to annoy you, upset you, anything at all. Even though you could jab back, he still annoyed you to no end.

Like right now.

“Hurry it up, sweetheart. You’re holding me up,” Crosshair declared, paces ahead of you.

You had been trapezing with Crosshair through the grassy landscape. Mossy green trees towered above you, poppy reds, baby blues, and sunset oranges decorated the grass in the shape of flowers. The sun was high, clouds cradling the energy source. It should have been extremely relaxing.

Peaceful.

“Holding you up, or holding you back?” You grumbled, trampling through some brush Crosshair had failed to hold back for you. You were positive he had done that on purpose.

“Both.” He responded, still walking ahead of you.

“Get over yourself, princess.” You commented, mood souring from how annoying the sniper could be.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Whatever, princess.”

An irritated sigh escaped Crosshair’s lips, helmet removed in the short spout of insults.

Maker, you couldn’t stand him.

Luckily, you were fast approaching the hillside you needed to keep eyes from while the rest of the Batch snuck into a base. It housed some tech thing you needed, and you and Crosshair were to “get along and keep watch”.

You could keep watch, but get along? That would be a stretch. Yet now, finally up here, it was a perfect time to confront him.

You two approached the top of the hillside, Crosshair preparing to settle in for the watch.

This was the time to strike.

“I know you messed with my stuff,” you mentioned nonchalantly, turning towards the sniper. He was getting his weapon ready, eyeing you with that annoying smirk he had.

“Not sure what you mean there, sweetheart.”

So annoying.

“I know you messed with my stuff! I know you turned off my alarm, and you moved my gear, and both sides of my pillow were warm!” You exclaimed, spinning to face him.

Anger was beginning to simmer in your blood, aggravation tickling the nerves of your already short fuse with Crosshair. A fuse that could spark at any moment, yet you knew if you reigned your emotions in for long enough, you could spark him when the time was right.

“Still not sure what you mean, sweetheart,” he sneered, body now turning to face you in response. His demeanor remained unchanged, but his eyes were starting to narrow.

“I know you messed with my stuff, Crosshair,” you remarked, the springy green landscape suddenly becoming interesting. If you played it right, you would be successful.

He just had to take the bait.

“You know, it’s wrong to frame people,” he answered, walking forward for a better scope on the hillside. You could give up now, but you felt persistent today.

And he had taken the bait.

“Well then I guess it’s wrong to say I’m a better shot than you.”

It was like his breathing stopped.

“What.”

Time to push his buttons. Revenge for him messing with your morning.

“Well, I mean, it’s true. My shot has gotten better at the range. I would say it even rivals yours,” you commented, acting as if it was the simplest thing.

He spun to face you. A fiery flame burned within his eyes. Hell was waiting for you in those eyes.

Too bad hell didn’t scare you.

“What did you just say,” he snarled, weapon being abandoned. He strode up to you, yet you stepped back in sync.

You realized he wasn’t asking either.

He was demanding.

“Oh, just that my shot rivals yours, princess,” you repeated. A huffing growl broke through his teeth. He continued to prowl toward you, the fire dancing wildly in his eyes.

It was a strange tango you were doing. You, the prey, pushing buttons to no end, wanting to see the outcome. Crosshair, the predator, ready to rip you a new one.

Maybe if you just pushed a tad bit more…

“I mean, you just have to accept I might be a better shot, princess.”

“Stop. It.”

“It’s alright, it happens to the best-”

You never got to finish your sentence. Instead, you were screaming.

You had fallen off the hillside.

Or better yet, Crosshair had pushed you.

Instantly, you were tumbling down the hill at full speed, unable to stop yourself.

Splash!

“Shit,”Crosshair mumbled, racing to the bottom of the hill.

You were no longer in a grassy landscape, you instead had landed in a bright cerulean blue pond. Blooming pink and white blossoms decorated lily pads along the edge, pond moss floating on the surface. A couple of reed bushes were hanging over the edge as well. Behind you, flourishing trees extended leafy arms out over the pond, providing shade.

It would’ve been a much more pleasant view if you weren’t wading in it.

Literally.

Crosshair reached the edge, a strange sort of panic and concern plaguing his face.

For some reason, your heart twisted at the look on his face. Almost like it pained you.

Like he hadn’t meant to push you at all.

Quack.

You waded closer to shore, sitting up in a shallower portion of the pond. Water pooled around you, and somehow the anger you were holding onto burnt out.

His expression didn’t make sense to you.

Quack.

How could he look so… sorry?

Quack. Quack. Quack.

Your mind halted, eyes searching for all the noise. A quick look around you showed you the answer.

All around you, golden creatures had surrounded you. They were tiny, orange webbed feet paddling around you. Soft, fuzzy, cute. As you leaned your head down, it occurred to you what the adorable creatures were.

Baby ducklings.

Quack. Quack.

You almost hadn’t noticed the laughter that rang through the air.

Crosshair. Laughing.

The sound caught your ears by surprise, heart twisting once again. Strangely, the twist felt different.

“What’s so funny?!” You demanded, the little ducks still swimming around you in glee. Your eyes darted between the laughing sniper and the cute creatures, as if you couldn’t believe which was crazier.

“Nothing. It’s just- well…”

His eyes glistened with joy.

You had a feeling you weren’t going to like his next words.

“You’re just one lucky duck, aren’t you?”

Quack.

You groaned, earning another round of laughter. You couldn’t believe it. Not only did he have the audacity to push you off the hillside, but now he was standing here, laughing at you.

“Hey!”

A shout rang out from behind you, suddenly allowing you to be greeted by the sight of the rest of the Batch.

“What are you two… doing?”

Hunter had lost his yell halfway through, confusion clouding his expression at the sight. The rest of the Batch looked just at shock, all of them at a loss for what to say. They weren't sure what to question first, Crosshair laughing, you being surrounded by ducks, or how keeping watch had turned into this.

Quack. Quack. Quack.

“Well, Ducky here decided she needed some swimming lessons with her new friends,” Crosshair snickered, face plastered with that stupid smirk.

Oh, now he had really done it.

“Ducky?! You’re joking! Not only do you push me off the hillside, you laugh at me, and you give me a nickname?!” You screamed, shooting straight up. Your anger had suddenly returned, nerves fried with anger and pond water.

Quack.

Crosshair’s smirk disappeared, laughter dying with it.

His face changed, becoming unreadable, yet his eyes held an unfamiliar guilt

“I’m going back to the ship,” you muttered angrily, eyes piercing Crosshair’s gaze.

Quack.

You stumbled out of the pond, dripping like a wet towel. Pushing past Crosshair, you started trekking back towards the ship. Protests rang out from the others, but you ignored them.

Hunter was out of his mind for pairing you up with Crosshair, you were an idiot for thinking this mission could have gone well, and you were certainly idiotic for pushing his buttons just to get at him. Even if it had made you feel like you had the power in your court for once.

You weren’t idiotic enough to miss the guilt in his eyes though. That in itself made your heart do that ugly twist again.

Your mind was like the pond, splashed with confusion, guilt, and uncertainty. You were too distracted to even realize you were leading a line of ducklings behind you. It wasn’t even until halfway back to the ship that you noticed, eyes scanning the tiny line of creatures.

Quack. Quack. Quack.

You closed your eyes, sighing in exasperation.

Quack. Quack.

Some lucky duck you were indeed.

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[hugsandchaos]

Seeing Double

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Summary: A ghost who looks a lot like Phantom comes to him in search of protection, and their newest member instantly agrees. He calls her his little sister, and sooner or later, Phantom also might end up with a new brother.

*bangs pots and pans together* @vixen-uchiha, @starlightcat04, @blueliac, @lenacraft, @admiralwidow, @fuckingfaraway, @little-apricot-orchard, @sithlordchimchnga, @buymeanewlaptopty, @deeterzz, @jaylaxyart99, @phant0mc1d3, @idiosolcrasy, @dehydrated-bread, @rubber-ducky-your-the-one, @randomenglishmajor, @mushroomymoss, I MADE MORE JUICE!!!

For the past few weeks, Danielle had been staying in the Cave. After explaining the full story to Red Tornado, some of the details unknown to them for some reason, and he spoke with Batman, their friend’s clone had been given permission to live there. As long as she trained and or some sort of education. This was definitely acceptable to both ghosts. Danielle had started training, and not just with Phantom, and her brother would teach her a thing or two when they weren’t training.

Most of his lessons consisted of scenarios where she’d need to try to patch herself up incase she needed to, which she apparently didn’t know as well as he did. It was interesting how similar ectoplasm was to blood when it came to wounds. She wasn’t allowed on missions, though. That should’ve been obvious, but it actually surprised Danielle. It took a bit of arguing and convincing from Phantom to get her to understand, but she reluctantly stayed behind. She was bitter for a while and took her training a little more seriously after that. Overall, she was a great addition to her friend group.

At the moment, it was around 8:02 PM and Danielle was helping Megan cook dinner. Phantom was doing some kind of assignment on the couch with Conner sitting on the opposite end of the couch. Danielle moved around to catch the items and put them on the counter as Megan used her telekinesis to pull them from the fridge and pantry. Danielle nearly missed grabbing the glass jar of sauce, but caught it and placed it down carefully.”And, that’s all we need!” Megan said. She turned around and smiled seeing the ingredients neatly placed on the island counter.”Thanks for your help, Danielle.” She said.

The young ghost smiled.”No sweat off my back. Now how is this one made?” She asked. She enjoyed watching Megan cook, as odd as the Martian thought it was, and she hadn’t seen her use this recipe yet. Megan took another look at the tablet.

She used her telekinesis to open a cabinet and pulled a medium bowl out of it. She set it on the table as she also got a measuring cup.”We need to stir the ricotta cheese, 1/2 cup parmesan cheese, and eggs in this bowl and then set it aside.” She said. Both her and Danielle started on that first step.

On the couch, it was pleasantly quiet. Both boys left each other to their thoughts. Phantom had a notebook in his lap and a textbook set on the arm of the couch. Both the textbook and his handwriting were in a language that Phantom just settled on calling “ghost speak” since he didn’t know what else to call it due to the actual name of the language being surprisingly difficult to translate to English. Megan took a really wild guess and said that it could be a difference between being dead and being alive that made the translation difficult.

Right now, he was focused on that while Conner took the time to think. He had some conflicted feelings about the situation. On one end, he was happy. He had someone to relate to a little better. He saw that there were actually people who had good relationships with their clones, even taking them under their wing. He was more convinced that there was a chance that if his original saw the way they interacted, he might do the same.

On the other hand, however, he was jealous. Conner didn’t want to admit it, even to himself, but it was unfortunately true. He couldn’t even relate to Danielle on a level he wished he could because Phantom didn’t practically ignore her existence for her being his clone. It made him feel a little more alone than before. He also didn’t think that letting Superman meet Danielle was a good idea because Phantom was already mad at him because of what he said last time he was there.

He made the room’s temperature drop by around 20 degrees in a matter of seconds and didn’t take his eyes off the league member until he left. It was probably best to avoid both the argument that would undoubtedly happen between them and what he might say to Danielle if he found out she was also a clone.

“Are you okay?” Phantom spoke up. Conner blinked and turned to him.”Are you okay?” The ghost repeated. Conner nodded. This earned a look of suspicion from Phantom.

Oh. Right. The whole “smelling emotions” thing.

Conner briefly glanced back at the two girls chatting away, sharing stories about their experiences on Earth, then leaned in closer.”Are you going to let her meet Superman?” He asked in a hushed tone. Phantom’s gaze hardened.

He shook his head.”Absolutely not. I’d like to avoid it as much as possible.” He whispered. Conner was a little relieved to hear that. He opened his mouth again to tell him that he’d help him do that, but he was cut off.

“Hey, big bro? What happens if Megan eats ectoplasm?” Danielle called.

Phantom immediately shot up from the couch, knocking both his books and his pencil onto the floor.”No!!!” He instinctively shouted. He quickly flew over to Danielle and Megan to see if he needed to snatch anything from them. Megan laughed at him as he checked the counter. Conner couldn’t resist a small smile, either. It was pretty funny.

Danielle also laughed at him as Phantom realized there wasn’t any in the food or in their possession. He crossed his arms.”Ha, ha, very funny.” He said, obviously unimpressed. Danielle calmed down enough to speak.

“I know it’s funny! I wouldn’t actually give her ectoplasm.” She said. Phantom gave her a pretty disapproving look, but her smile didn’t falter.”I just wanted to annoy you.” She said. Phantom’s eyes widened and seemed more irritated than before. Danielle did her best not to laugh at him.

“You have five seconds to start running.” He said. The younger ghost quickly fled the room and Phantom waited, counting down from five out loud. Once he reached one, he went invisible and vanished from Megan’s and Conner’s sight.

Soon enough, they’d hear the pleading screams of a younger sibling being mercilessly chased by their older brother.

[theduckeminence]

When you slam all the ADHDers together, you get The Sillies (tm)

[dewdr0pz]

💜 Oh, Distant You. 💜

Summary: Tommy asked what happened between you two.

a/n: hello! i was in the mood to make a short angsty fic, so i present this to all of you! this was (obviously) based on "Oh Distant You"

contains: angst, a break-up with you & Wilbur, crying, flashbacks, cursing, a cliffhanger ending, mentions of presumed death, the reader is said to have had mental health issues in the past, & mentions of suicide.

words: 651

tags:@zuuriell @somebody-v @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @joviepog@themonsterunderurmom @ogelizasoot @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza@artistphantom @lexx-the-gay-rubber-ducky @finleyforevermore @poraphia @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @mysticalsoot @21-cats-in-a-trenchcoat @strangleetomz (let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged)

[Wilbur's {3rd person} POV]

Tommy had invited Wilbur to his house for an "intervention". He'd been locking himself in his apartment for days without messaging or calling anybody, streaming, or going to the studio. The Lovejoy members called him & messaged him uncountable times, but he never responded. Some of his friends thought he had killed himself. Nobody had heard from Y/N, either; they were an active streamer, usually streaming twice or thrice a week, but they hadn't streamed for two weeks. Y/N wasn't on tour with their band, either, & hadn't announced a break, so it worried Y/N's followers & fans.

"What's going on with you?" Tommy asked him. "Nobody's heard from you or Y/N in a few weeks. Did you two have a secret wedding & a honeymoon without telling anybody?" While the light-hearted joke was obviously intended to make Wilbur feel better, it just made him feel worse.

"We broke up, Tommy," he murmured, covering his eyes with his hand.

"You what?" Tommy raised his brow, not hearing Wilbur correctly.

"We broke up, Tommy," Wilbur repeated, louder this time.

Tommy was shocked. "I thought everything was good between you two! Why did they dump you?"

"I dumped them, Tommy," Wilbur said shakily, holding back tears.

"Why the fuck did you do that?" Tommy asked.

"Because I'm an idiot, Tommy, that's why!" Wilbur shouted, removing his hand away from his now red & glossy eyes. "Because I'm an idiot who thought prioritizing my music & my career over them was the better option! & they could be dead right now, for all I know! Their mental state was terrible when I broke up with them, so for all I know, they could be hanging from a noose right now, dead as a motherfucking doorknob."

"Woah, woah, woah, Wil, take a breath," Tommy said, his eyes wide from how Wilbur reacted. "Tell me what happened."

"I just--I got in over my head & started panicking & being an anxious idiot like how I was when I was a kid & I thought that my career & my band needed to be prioritized over them," Wilbur explained shakily.

"Why did you think that?" Tommy asked.

"Because I thought my career was better than them," he said softly.

"Is your career better than being with them?" Tommy asked, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"God, no, Tommy," Wilbur said with a catch in his throat. "I hate the way I talk when I'm trying to compliment or praise them because it'll never give off the praised esteem they have. They're two stars from grace & I'm convinced that this world turns for them & nobody else." He paused. "No offense, Tommy."

"Were you looking for somebody better or--" Tommy started.

"If the Lord or the universe or whoever fucking controls everything were to whip up a clone of them," said Wilbur, "I wouldn't even glance at it, so, no, Tommy. & if I did date that clone, I'd have to take a month off work & everything to sit down in the kitchen, & explain all our in-jokes, & cry with them to Wall-E, & still, I'd fuckin' miss Y/N."

"So you regret it all?" Tommy asked.

"Of course I do!" he exclaimed. "I thought I was creating the solution to their problems, that I was being the fix-all, but I was just the villain. & every single modicum of energy that I gave to all the little things compounded all my placidity, & I drove out all the good things & made life so fuckin' heavy, & now I can't wake up & talk to them." He was crying at this point, having to pause a few times to calm himself down.

Tommy held his phone up & pointed at the screen. He was on a call. He was on call with Y/N. He had been this whole time.

"Hi, Wilbur."

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[samgirl98]

Mending a Family 13/?

Prev | Next

Jason babysits Ellie, and Jazz and Danny have a talk.

What's this, two chapters in a row? Well, you can thank my seizures since I can't go to work this week. Enjoy!

Jason had been assigned to watch over Ellie while Jazz talked to Danny about yesterday's robbery incident. Jason hoped Jazz could get through Danny.

“Okay, Ellie, you’re going to spend time with your favorite uncle.” Never mind that Jason was her only uncle. (He ignored the ping of hurt in his chest at that thought.)

Ellie smiled at Jason. Her smile looked just like Danny’s; well, she was his clone…

Jason fed her. He was always surprised at how much she ate, but then again, so did Danny. Maybe it was a halfa thing. He cleaned her mouth and couldn’t help but hold her and throw her in the air before catching her.

Jason had a panic attack when she stayed in the air.

“Okay, Ellie, maybe come down for Uncle Jay, yeah,” he pleaded to the toddler. She giggled while somersaulting in the air. Oh God, Jazz was going to kill him!

“Ellie, please, come down from there. Uncle Jay can’t leave you to get a ladder.

Should he call Jazz? He’s never seen Ellie act this way with Jazz before. Did he do something wrong?

“Okay, Jay, think, think. There’s no time for panicking. I have to get a one-year-old from the ceiling and make sure she doesn’t fall. Easy-peasy.”

Jason decided to get a chair and tried to get Ellie. She would weave around his hands, giggling the whole time.

“C’mon, Ellie, we can play on the floor if you want, but you have to get down.”

Ellie put a shield around herself and bounced from the ceiling to the floor. Okay, time to get Jazz.

“Jazz! Ellie is using her powers, and I don’t know how to stop her.”

Jazz came out of the room, Danny following her. His son laughed at his father’s distress.

“Ellie, stop now.”

The baby listened to Jazz and pouted at her.

“Just because you’re with Uncle Jay doesn’t mean you can act out. Understand?”

The baby nodded, nodded. Can she understand? What the hell? Was she testing boundaries and thought Jason was a weak link?

“I’m sorry about that; she likes to act out from time to time. I guess she thought she could get away from it.”

Jazz glared at the baby, and the baby gave a crooked smile that wasn’t from Danny. Good, it meant she had her own personality.

“Don’t worry, daddy; Ellie never listened to me when I was older. She didn’t want to stay put in one place and traveled the world when she was twelve.”

“Danny, we both know she wasn’t twelve. She was a few months old.”

Danny shrugged, “But she had the knowledge and look of a twelve-year-old.”

Jason got the little girl and held her, “So, did you understand when I was telling you to come down from the ceiling?”

The little girl smiled and then laughed mischievously. Great, there was another one that didn’t listen to them.

“Seems I have to talk to her as well. I’ll take her off your hands while I finish my talk with Danny.”

Ellie started crying and held on to Jason even harder. Holy shit that hurt! How did a baby have such a strong hold?

“It’s okay, Jazz. I’m sure Ellie has learned her lesson, right?”

The baby nodded vigorously. It was cute…and a bit unnerving.

Jazz sighed, “Fine, but if this happens again, you, young lady, will sit with Danny while I lecture him.”

“Trust me, Ellie; you don’t want that. It’s boring.”

Jazz glared at her younger brother and took him back to the room.

“So, what should we do now?”

He decided to give her a quick bath. She giggled as she played with the bubbles and rubber duckies. Jason couldn’t help but laugh alongside her.

Danny refused to let Jason bathe him because he was ‘sixteen years old, dad.’ Jason understood he did, but he couldn’t help but feel he missed a vital part of bonding with Danny. Jason loved bathing and playing with Ellie. He didn’t even care how wet he got. Maybe he could ask Jazz if he could take over that duty every once in a while. God knew Jason didn’t really help Jazz with Ellie, but Jazz helped him with Danny.

It was time that Jason started coming to the plate for the other little one in his household. After all, they were a family now. He was determined to do things right by this one.

Jason sat down on the couch and watched TV with Ellie. They ended up watching Coraline. Jason wasn’t creeped out at all when Ellie laughed at what were supposed to be the scary parts, no siree.

Eventually, they fell asleep, both of them with a smile on their faces.

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Danny sighed when Jazz finished her lecture. He had hoped his dad would have more problems with Ellie so Jazz could stop the talk. She was saying the same thing over again with different words.

“Danny, little brother, please tell me you understand.”

“I do,” he whispered. And he did, really. At the moment of the robbery, he hadn’t thought about the fact that his dad was hiding them from his ‘family.’ Jazz talked about his dad’s enemies (why his dad didn’t do this, Danny didn’t understand.)

“Danny, I know that your obsession is protecting. I know it’s hard to you to stop doing what your core tells you to—”

“How can you understand,” Danny asked, sounding tired, “you don’t have one. You don’t understand the impulse to protect.”

“You’re right, I may not truly understand, but I know how it feels like to give up something that feels like a part of you. Something you want to, need to do but can’t.”

He knew she was talking about not being able to study psychology. Danny knew she wasn’t a halfa or had a core, but she was liminal. She had some ghost qualities.

“Think of it this way, little brother, you’re protecting us, your family, by not being a hero. Can you imagine what would happen if the Justice League or some other hero found out about you and told Batman?”

Danny let that sink in. It was true; he wasn’t in his dimension anymore. He had to protect his family by not acting on his impulses. One of his obsessions was protection, but no one needed protection from ghosts here, but he could protect his family now without having to use his powers or endanger his life.

Danny sighed, “You’re right. I’m sorry for not thinking about the consequences. I saw the two robbers and thought about stopping them, not keeping our secrets.”

Jazz got up and hugged Danny. He couldn’t help but cry. Stupid five-year-old emotions. They were so hard to control!

“Thanks, Jazz, and I’m sorry.”

“I’m not the only one you need to apologize to.”

Danny nodded. He had to talk to his dad.

Both siblings sat in silence for a while.

“I love daddy, but sometimes, I miss being in Amity and hanging out with Sam and Tucker. I even kind of miss mom and dad. Does that make me a bad person? Daddy gave up his haunt for me, and here I am, missing my old one.”

Jazz hugged Danny.

“No, it’s normal to miss your old family while loving and appreciating your new one. Besides, I miss them, too.”

“Why couldn’t they just accept me? I’m their son.”

“I don’t know, Danny, but you have a second chance now. A father that loves you, a sister pretending to be your aunt who will never leave you, and your clone/cousin who will grow beside you.”

Danny smiled. Yeah, he lost an old family but gained a new one.

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Jason got defensive when he felt someone was taking Ellie away from him. He was about to punch when he was thrown over a shoulder and landed on his ass. Jason looked up to a smirking Jazz and Danny.

What a way to wake a guy up.

Jason looked at Jazz, confused, “I was raised by ghost hunters, you know. I can defend myself.”

Still, for her to be able to put Jason on his ass with all the training he’s done, well, maybe he found a sparring partner.

“Daddy,” Jason turned his attention to Danny, “there’s something I want to tell you.”

Jazz took Ellie and left Jason and Danny alone. Jason got Danny and held him in his arms; Danny put his arms around Jason's neck and buried his face.

“I’m sorry, daddy. I didn’t think when I stopped the robbers. I reacted and didn’t consider that I was putting all of us in danger, not just myself.”

“Danny lad, I understand what you’re saying, but you’re important, too. You can’t put yourself in danger, either.”

Danny buried his face deeper into Jason’s neck, “I’m not used to thinking about my safety, just the people around me.”

Jason thought about that and knew what Danny meant. For a long time, Jason didn’t care about his own safety.

“I understand, chum, and I won’t lie. I know what you mean. For the longest time, I was the same way.”

“What changed?”

“I got you, and your sister, and your cousin. I got a family to protect now. I can’t endanger myself willy-nilly.”

“Okay, how about I protect you, and you protect me?”

“Danny, I’m your dad. I’m supposed to protect you, not the other way around.

“Jazz said I should tell you about obsessions.”

Jason looked at Danny. He had a bad feeling.

“Ghosts, including half-ghosts, have something called an obsession. Some of us have two or three. I have two, space, and my main one, the need to protect. Obsessions are what drives a ghost. We can get sick or even disappear if we can’t fulfill our purpose. I’m no longer in Amity Park; I can’t fulfill my obsession to protect anyone. Please, daddy, promise me I can protect you like you protect me.”

 Jason tightened his hold on his son. He didn’t want to put that responsibility on Danny, but if it was for Danny’s wellbeing, well, “Yeah, baby, you can protect me, too.”

Danny’s bright smile almost untwisted the knot in Jason’s stomach.

“So, you said you’re also obsessed with space?”

“Yeah! I love it. I wanted to be an astronaut when I was younger.”

“Wanted to be, not anymore?”

Danny’s face fell, “I don’t think I’d pass the physical exam.”

Jason suddenly was reminded of how cold Danny was. He also knew Danny’s heart rate was slower than normal. He had Lichtenberg scars that would explain all the abnormalities that Danny had. Even if they thought meta, that was no guaranteed that he would be allowed to go to space.

“Hey, chum, wanna get a telescope? We can see the stars every night.”

Danny gave a toothy smile, “I would love that.”

Jason smiled back. If he could help his son with at least that obsession, then he would.

Special thanks to Jozette_Rosewood_125 for suggesting Dani and Jason bonding moments and bath time scenes. You made the chapter longer and more fun!

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[asksythe]

Commed. Artist: Duckie Beam

I want to write a post-FGO dark romance Oberon/Ritsuka story featuring Single-Dad!Oberon and Dead-Mom!Ritsuka.

It's my third attempt at writing a dark romance story, with different interpretations of dark and the characters themselves. Out of the three attempts so far, this one seems to have excited @erimies the most. I get why. It's my most poetic so far.

I have given it a name...

Apple, Apple in the Skies

The story is styled around gothic fairy tales and dark nursery rhymes, in which Oberon effectively becomes a single dad to a flock of terrorist children, all of whom remind him of the woman he loves, who hurt him beyond anything he has ever known in his thousands of years of existence. The children are feral little gremlins born of Riri's flesh and Oberon's heart.

The plot goes something like this:

Ritsuka Fujimaru's journey ends. The world is saved and humanity is secured, but she herself dies. She dies not in battles but at the hands of the very mages she saved, who go after her to make her a subject to study and harvest.

Oberon watches it all go down, watches Ritsuka being butchered by the people she fought for. And there's not a thing he can do about it.

Centuries pass. Humanity is now stagnating, trying to break into the Age of Wills and failing. Some secret components are missing.

The mages of the future believe the key to their ascension lies with the Last Master of Humanity. Examining the impossible miracles she performed and her extraordinary link with the heroic spirits, they believe she accidentally and unknowingly created a doorway between flesh and blood humans and ether-liner existences (ala Age of Wills humans).

If only they had the still-living specimen to experiment with! But alas! The foolish, wasteful, and shortsighted mages of the past already wasted such prime research materials! They cut her up into pieces and used her body as reagents for frivolous projects. And when those projects failed, they paraded her body around as trophies. A lock of hair here. An eyeball there, pickled in primordial juice. The hand with the command codes still in tact. Pieces of skin and teeth and some pulled nails with the crusted blood still stuck to them.

The petty king of some nation boasts of having her entire preserved spleen as house decor. What wasteful, gross misconduct as magi researchers!! Now their descendants have no more of the prime original materials to work with.

But needs must. So several wars break out in order for different groups to claim the remains of Riri's preserved body.

They start experimenting with these parts. One group has a success, using the hand with the command codes, they create a genetic clone of Riri, and then use this clone as catalyst in a summoning ritual, hoping to call forth a rare extra class servant.

Oberon answers the call, and, of course, promptly massacres all the mages and steals the cloned child away. In no time at all, Oberon susses out the existence of other research cells carrying out their own attempts at cloning the original Last Master. He goes after them, hitting them guerilla style and stealing any successful clones they manage to create.

The story is propelled forward by Oberon's desperate drive to free all the little morsels of Riri and the human's efforts to corner him. The mages are fascinated with Oberon's devotion to Ritsuka even after her death and the cessation of their contract.

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I want to examine the layers of Oberon in this scenario. He's such a fascinating and complex character. I just can't help but want to play with such a well-written and designed character. I want to see how far he will stretch and bend, see if I can break and remold him and make it convincing somehow! Ergo... why this story idea goes to such dark places.

I want to explore the trauma of having to see the one existence he loves be butchered and he himself is completely helpless, incapable of doing a single thing. Then I want to explore the whorls of his warped feelings upon hearing that impossible, familiar call all the way in the Throne of Heroes, and then rushing to answer that call only to see the flesh of the woman he loves be used to make a walking, talking facsimile of her.

How does he feel when he looks upon the cloned child bearing her eyes and her face and her hand upon which the command codes are emblazoned? What does he think when he decides to steal the child away with him into the night?

It's Ritsuka but it's not Ritsuka. It's some child who is the physical manifestation of Ritsuka's violation at the hands of the mages. But this child will grow up to look exactly like Ritsuka, and maybe one day she will look at Oberon exactly like Ritsuka did centuries ago when he first fell into this horrifying, inescapable abyss called love.

His feelings for Ritsuka would be warped too, because how can it not in the face of Oberon's suffering over the centuries after her passing? He loves her but he doesn't trust her. Because she has shown before that she can't be trusted with her own safety.

He loves her. He wants her to be happy. He doesn't trust her. He can't let her leave. He clips her wings and tells her to stay forever. Oberon as a character should be aware of his own misplaced, warped feelings. He's too internally conscious not to. But being conscious doesn't mean he can do anything about it. Like how he was in LB6, laughing at himself in the end.

Once more, Oberon chases after an ephemeral dream forever out of his reach. She is gone, and they will never meet. He doesn't even get to hold her and take her into the abyss with him in her final moment like he said he would. All of that repressed yearning and how did it end up? He's once more stuck in hell of a different kind.

My plan is that eventually, Oberon resolves to treat the clones as Ritsuka's children. He tries to teach the cloned children what he believes the original Riri should have known. He teaches them to fight, to survive, to run away, to scheme and deceive, to be ruthless. He believes this is what Riri should have done to avoid her grisly fate, but even when he talks of her in his barbed way to the children who never know her, slivers of the woman he loves come through.

The Riri clones all possess the ability to see right through Oberon, just like the original Riri.

The story becomes Sad single-dad Oberon rearing a flock of feral children as they go about terrorizing the mages and detonating all of their research facilities, stealing away more clones and any morsels of the original Riri's body.

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The ending is fairly straightforward. Oberon is cornered by the mages. At the end of the day, a masterless servant against the totality of the mage's resources is not a fair fight. Oberon makes a production out of his own death, a fitting exit for a Fairy King / Terminal Device. But in doing so, he makes sure his flock is grown and strong and escapes the mage's eyes after the final battle.

The children take his lesson to heart. They lie. They scheme. They deceive. They are ruthless just as he wants them to. And they survive just like he wants them to. They disguise themselves and slip into the great mass of humanity. They infiltrate human governance and magi high society. They avenge their fallen father and mother.

Yep, the clones are children of Ritsuka's flesh and Oberon's heart. Imagine a flock of feral gremlins with Ritsuka's determination and insight into human hearts but with Oberon's social savvy, ruthlessness, and sheer brain power. Now imagine them all on a roaring rampage of revenge for their father and mother. Not only will they slaughter all the mages and anyone having to do with their parent's death, they will suborn the mage's great project itself.

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The finale of the story is the scene where all the now grown-up children come together to witness the pinnacle of their achievement. Having suborned the mage's dream to propel humans toward the age of wills, they carry it out in a way they think their mother would have liked.

More than that, using their combined knowledge and the magi tech after centuries of mesing around with servant summoning and splicing human genes, they find the heroic spirit Ritsuka Fujimaru and create an interlock binding between her and the terminal device Oberon Vortigern.

No good children want to see their parents separated in such a tragedy, don't they? So of course, after avenging them, the children would make it a goal to reunite mother and father.

The children are clones of Riri, but they are not Riri. They each hold a piece of her, so they instinctively know what she would have liked and the guilt she bears, knowing what happens to Oberon once she passes away. It is a regret so strong it persists even after she dies.

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I have 2 endings in mind:

Ending 1: the sad ending. Oberon gets his wish of 'dying together' with Ritsuka as their saint graphs are merged into one.

Ending 2: the earn your happy ending. the children incarnate Oberon and Ritsuka into 'new age-of-will human' bodies. They have a second chance at life, growing up together. Final scene of this ending would b tiny Oberon and tiny Ritsuka playing in an orchard in space and falling asleep underneath the shade of an apple tree. This is Erimies' preferred ending!

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Some lines from reborn Oberon's perspective in the second ending.

"I want to pull your pigtails and push you on the swing, laugh at you for being clumsy, and skinning your knees while patching you up. What a crybaby you are, never leave me again."

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I also wrote nursery rhymes for this story!

Apple, apple on the tree,

Whisper secrets, dark and free.

Shadows dance in moonlit night.

Lonely branches weep for thee.

Beneath the branches, children play.

In the orchard, lost their way.

Apple, apple on the tree.

Hold our childhood's reverie.

Leaves have fallen, seasons passed,

Memories of joy don't last.

Apple, apple in the skies,

Silent witness to goodbyes.

Ah, still pretty rough. They need polishing for sure. But I like some verses and how they sound.

If I ever get around to writing this, I would like to commission an HTML skin for AO3 so that readers will read the story like they are reading the pages of an old fairy tale book.

Something like this, probably.

[violetganache42]

Since the first poll was a success, I'm gonna do it again!

I didn't even think of doing this in the first poll, but under the cut is a lineup of all the episodes, movies, and shorts we have seen in the second batch of watch parties.

Mystery Night

Mickey Mouse (2013) - "No"

DuckTales (1987) - "Duckman of Aquatraz"

DuckTales (2017) - "McMystery at McDuck McManor!"

"Clock Cleaners"

The Great Mouse Detective

Mermaid Night

"Sea Scouts"

Darkwing Duck - "Something Fishy"

DuckTales (2017) - "The Lost Harp of Mervana!"

Mickey Mouse (2013) - "Wonders of the Deep"

The Little Mermaid (1989)

Duckburg Adventures Night

"Chef Donald"

DuckTales (1987) - "Send in the Clone", "Dough Ray Me", and "The Good Muddahs"

DuckTales (2017) - "Daytrip of Doom!", "Who is Gizmoduck?!", and "Happy Birthday Doofus Drake!"

Mickey Mouse (2013) - "Swimmin' Hole"

Dad Night

"Donald's Happy Birthday"

Darkwing Duck - "Darkly Dawns the Duck" and "Life, the Negaverse, and Everything"

DuckTales (2017) - "What Ever Happened to Donald Duck?!"

Mickey Mouse (2013) - "Goofy's Grandma"

A Goofy Movie (Rewatch)

Triplets Night

"Donald's Nephews"

DuckTales (1987) - "Allowance Day"

Quack Pack - "Can't Take a Yolk"

House of Mouse - "Music Day"

DuckTales (2017) - "The Split Sword of Swanstantine!", "The Fight for Castle McDuck!", and "Day of the Only Child!"

Future and Pirate Night

"No Sail"

DuckTales (1987) - "Duck to the Future"

DuckTales (207) - "Sky Pirates…in the Sky!"

Marshmello x DuckTales - Fly (Music Video)

Treasure Planet

Competition Night

"Polar Trappers"

Quack Pack - "Need for Speed"

DuckTales (2017) - "The Missing Links of Moorshire!"

Mickey Mouse (2013) - "Dog Show"

An Extremely Goofy Movie

Triple Halloween 2024 Nights

Halloween 2024 Night #1

DuckTales (1987) - "Magica's Shadow War"

DuckTales (2017) - "The Other Bin of Scrooge McDuck!" and "A Nightmare on Killmotor Hill!"

Coraline

Halloween 2024 Night #2

DuckTales (1987) - "Earth Quack" and "Ducky Horror Picture Show"

Quack Pack - "The Boy Who Cried Ghost"

Darkwing Duck - "Hot Spells"

DuckTales (2017) - "Terror of the Terra-firmians!"

Halloween 2024 Night #3

DuckTales (2017) - "The Trickening!" (Rewatch) and "The Town Where Everyone was Nice!" (Rewatch)

Coco

Webby Night

DuckTales (1987) - "Cold Duck" and "The Good Muddahs" (Rewatch)

DuckTales (2017) - "Daytrip of Doom!" (Rewatch), "From the Confidential Casefiles of Agent 22!" (Rewatch), and "The Last Adventure!"

Glomgold Night

DuckTales (2017) - "The Ballad of Duke Baloney!", "The 87 Cent Solution!" (Rewatch), "Raiders of the Doomsday Vault!", and "GlomTales!"

DuckTales (1987) - "Master of the Djinni" (Rewatch) and "A Whale of a Bad Time"

Christmas 2024 Night

Mickey's Christmas Carol (technically a rewatch since it was featured in Snowed in at the House of Mouse)

DuckTales (2017) - "Last Christmas!" (Rewatch) and "How Santa Stole Christmas!" (Rewatch)

Darkwing Duck - "It's a Wonderful Leaf" (Rewatch)

Mickey Mouse (2013) - "Duck the Halls: A Mickey Mouse Christmas Special"