#it's one of the most woman-centric shows I've ever seen or heard of

[transsexualgriffith]

3 about berk and also if youve seen any bad Dostoevsky takes, 7 +17 for bsd, 22 berk ❤️

lord I forgot to do this. luckily you haven't answered the ask I sent you either, so I think we're even.

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

oh god on tumblr?? it's not that tumblr isn't still brimming with bad berserk takes, but I am fairly good at evading those, and besides if I wanted some truly terrible berserk analysis, I could simply go on reddit. I think "the ideal culmination of their arcs would be for guts and casca to become king and queen of midland" is, well, I've certainly never heard that one before, but I find it more funny than offensive, and truly bad takes are the ones that feel like the story is purposely being misread to fuel downright dehumanising ways of thinking; so you know what I'm giving this to the racist fyodor x reader blog that talked abt how fyodor would never lower himself to selling his body and then basically went "(like that whore griffith from berserk)" which I still think is one of the most maddening things I've witnessed. perhaps not a berserk specific take, but a tumblr moment if I've ever seen one. ofc if we were talking outside of tumblr I'd have much worse things to show for. you truly got anything from misogyny posting to to blaming people for their csa out there (its a beautiful world), but tbh one of my favourites is the "guts left bcs he was trying to escape griffiths clutches". dostoevsky I'm not sure I can think of anything particularly outrageous, you must understand the true opponent of dostoevskyblr isn't the bad takes its the people trying to disguise tiktok poetry as quotes

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because of how the fandom acts about them?

okay to start off with I don't think there's a single character in bsd that I truly hate: asagiri is too good of a character writer for this and I think the few that I do feel some disdain towards or find myself unintrested in could still be brought closer to me if asagiri could please get back to writing shoujo-esque character driven party conflicts and novels, instead of playing powerscaling with the 5th dimension. unfortunately i think the worst fanon treatment is that of my favourite characters. would be alot easier if I hated them.

i guess chuuya could almost be counted here, because although I very much like chuuya, he used to. basically be my favourite character (??) which honestly baffles me and I cannot quite understand why, but then again, that was many years ago when bsd was in a very different state, both story and fandom wise. I really don't want to look at much of fanon chuuya content and don't find him outstandingly interesting, but I will acknowledge that it is quite fruitless to complain chuuya should get so much attention even though he's "a side character" when we have asagiri to thank for two chuuya centric light novels with the approximate page count of les miserables.

i also do not really like kōyō and find the girlboss mafioso thing very weird and off putting, but it sucks to say this because there are also alot of people who clearly judge her through the misogynistic lense.

and I think everyone should shut the fuck up about mori and talk about something else. I like mori, but I actually find it quite exhausting how even when you're amongst mori likers they can never ever turn down the morality discourse, enough! I don't care what he is he's not real can we like actually talk abt his role in the story in a meaningful way. please.

this question should've been abt ships tbh fanon sskk is going to make me blast myself into the sun.

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

shibusawa content..............my woman!? I swear to god the bsd fandom is four times the size of what it was when I got here (and mind you bsd was never that underground) and yet the fic count has gone up by like ten. and I have likely seen dead apple more than any other living person so I know how bad of a movie it is (though i think you are truly missing out on the sheer amount of homoeroticism if you do not invest in it even a little bit) but no one can deny how visually appealing shibusawa's character design is, so it is crazy to me that people aren't more eager to draw her. I've also never forgiven tiktok for what they did to dazatsu. we used to have it all in like 2017. we were pioneers. but overall I don't feel unsatisfied with fan content for bsd, it's always been expansive.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

i don't know if I have a good answer for this, just because berserk is so extremely appraised that it never feels like there’s a part of canon left untalked about, but I do know that my love for the black swordsman arc far surpasses that of the average berserk fan, and though I see it discussed often enough there really isn't any fanfic or something of the sort focusing on that period in time, which is rather sad for me bcs I think guts cringfail pursuit of femto is very funny. I also just have always liked millennium falcon, and don't feel like others particularly care for the inner workings of the kushan regime, or mule, or the ganishka conflict as a whole which I think is pretty lit. the cosmology lore in those chapters is much more compelling than whatever guts has going on in mage world.

[luckyduckwrites]

Remembrance Chapter 1-20: The Secret(s) of Castle McDuck!

Fandom: DuckTales (Cartoon 2017)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Lena (Disney: DuckTales)/Original Female Character(s), Della Duck (Disney) & Original Character(s), Huey Duck (Disney) & Original Female Character(s), Louie Duck (Disney) & Original Female Character(s), Dewey Duck (Disney) & Original Character(s)

Characters: Lena (Disney: DuckTales), Della Duck (Disney), Original Female Character(s), Webby Vanderquack, Huey Duck (Disney), Dewey Duck (Disney), Louie Duck (Disney)

Additional Tags: Mentioned Della Duck (Disney), Canon Autistic Character, Canon Disabled Character, Protective Siblings, Brother-Sister Relationships, POV First Person, Original Character-centric, POV Original Female Character, Childhood Trauma, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Slow Romance, Slow To Update, Friends to Lovers

Summary:

My name is Izzy, and I'm Donald Duck's niece. I'm 6 years older than my brothers Huey, Dewey, and Louie, and we all grew up together on the houseboat. My brothers are incredibly mischevious and are always causing trouble, so they can never be left alone, but Uncle Donald almost never lets me babysit them. One day, he brings us to meet our Uncle Scrooge, the richest duck in the world! He seems vaguely familiar, almost like I've seen him before, but that can't be possible. I've never seen him on TV, so where could I have possibly seen him before?

**AO3 & Wattpad links in masterpost pinned to the top of the blog**

A/N: I don't know if you guys are emotionally ready for this chapter. I definitely wasn't emotionally prepared to write it. Some devestating secrets are being revealed to Izzy, so prepare thineself, and bring tissues. Izzy's gonna get hurt in more ways than one.

Uncle Scrooge snuck us out of the mansion into the Jeep, and made us promise not to tell Uncle Donald where we're going, despite not telling us anything about it in the first place. We make it all the way to the misty moors of Scotland before Uncle Scrooge says, "Remember, kids. No sudden movements, no eye contact, and if you're cornered, the heartless heathens will give you no quarter."

No quarter? What does that mean? From the context, I'm guessing it means mercy. I've heard pirates say that on TV shows, but after meeting actual pirates, I'm not sure the ones on TV are entirely accurate.

Louie says, "This does not sound like a fun trip."

Huey adds, "Misty moors, vague warnings, sneaking out behind Uncle Donald's back; can you just please tell us where we're going?"

I add, "Yeah, I'm getting nervous. You're usually not quite so cryptic on adventures.

Uncle Scrooge mutters, "The less you know, the better."

I sarcastically say, "Oh yeah, now I'm completely reassured."

After a couple more minutes of driving, Launchpad crashes the Jeep into a tall statue, saying, "Found it."

We get out of the vehicle, and Uncle Scrooge says, "Launchpad, hide the Jeep in the moors."

I ask, "Are you finally going to tell us where we are and why we're here?"

Uncle Scrooge nods, explaining, "Every five years, the mists of Dismal Downs part enough to reveal the home of the Knights Templar. Brace yourselves, kids. Primordial menace lurks here, the most treacherous terror I've ever faced."

A duck man and woman exit the castle we stand outside of, and the man shouts an all-too-familiar phrase, "Oi! Jettison that jalopy from my driveway this instant, you deadbeat!"

Uncle Scrooge slouches upon seeing them, muttering, "Daddy. Mummy."

His mom hugs him excitedly, exclaiming, "Scroogie!"

His dad simply says, "Son."

I ask, "Wait, does that make them our great-grandparents?"

Uncle Scrooge's mom approaches us, exclaiming, "Ooh! Look at your wee bairns; finally I get to meet ye!"

She attempts to hug my brothers and I in one go, but my brothers squirm away and run, leaving me to get unwanted cheek kisses from a relative I've never met.

I squirm out of her grasp and wipe her old-lady slobber off my cheeks, running after my brothers, Louie in particular, asking sarcastically, "What, you don't want slobbery great-grandma kisses?"

Louie exclaims, "Nope, I'm fine! Thank you, though!"

I finally stop chasing my brothers after around a minute or two, and ask, "Wait, what are your names?"

Uncle Scrooge's mom responds, "I'm Downy McDuck, and your grumpy great-grandfather over there is Fergus McDuck."

I say, "Cool old-timey names. Can I call you Granny Downy?"

Downy's smile widens, and she responds, "I'd be happy to let ye call me that, dear." She opens the doors to the castle and leads us to a dining room, saying, "Welcome, all of you, to Castle McDuck!"

Huey exclaims to Uncle Scrooge, "Your parents are alive?!"

Louie adds, "I can't believe you're still alive."

Fergus grumbles, "He put a curse on us."

Uncle Scrooge exclaims, "That is not fair! I very kindly rebuilt our ancestral castle for them, and I may have used some discount mystical druid stones that accidentally granted them immortality. I didn't know it would buy me an eternity's worth of criticism!"

Fergus says, "So he admits he wants to be rid of us."

Uncle Scrooge angrily asks, "Gah, would you rather I let you pass or made you immortal?!"

Fergus crosses his arms, responding, "Neither is satisfactory. A thoughtful son would know that."

Uncle Scrooge growls, and Dewey asks, "So this is the actual home of Clan McDuck?"

Granny Downy responds, "Indeed, child. Within these walls lies the secrets and the mysteries of all your ancestors."

Huh. I'm kinda curious about our ancestors since Uncle Donald never told us much about our family, especially the McDuck side.

Dewey whispers something to Webby, but she just squeals, "Everything McDuck, mysteries, secrets untold. Ooh wee!"

I poke her shoulder, and she just giggles, her eyes dilating in excitement.

I say, "Uh, guys? I think something's wrong with Webby!"

Dewey adds, "She's having a joy overload!"

Uncle Scrooge and Fergus growl at each other, and Granny Downy hands Uncle Scrooge a large stack of checks for five pence each, saying, "Oh, we didn't know where to send your birthday gifts all these years with you galavanting about."

Uncle Scrooge says, "Yeah, thanks Mummy, but I'm not just traveling, I'm a seasoned adventurer, seeking fortune, and-"

Louie interrupts him, saying, "Sorry, huh, Louie Duck, future owner of this castle. This Templar treasure, like, can I have it now, or do I have to wait to inherit it, or..."

Fergus narrows his eyes, saying, "Oh, so Scrooge mentioned Simon's treasure, but didn't mention his dear old parents."

I say, "I guess so."

Dewey asks, "Simon?"

Uncle Scrooge explains, "Simon McDuck was the accountant to the legendary Knights Templar. He hid their treasure somewhere in this castle."

Fergus grumbles, "Typical Scrooge, only coming around looking for a handout."

Uncle Scrooge pulls my brothers and Webby and I aside, whispering, "Only the Laird of the castle knows where the treasure is, and the Laird won't tell me unless I'm worthy."

I ask, "What's a Laird?"

Uncle Scrooge rolls his eyes, saying, "My father. So we have to be on our best behavior. Quit mentioning the treasure and act like we want to be here."

Webby squeals, and I say, "I don't you'll have a problem with Webby."

Dewey asks Granny Downy while she leads us down a hall full of our ancestor's paintings, "So, uh, this place has info on all of our relatives?"

She responds, "Oh, aye. There's Fergus's father, Dirty Dingus McDuck." Huey and Louie laugh at the name, and she continues, "The ghosts of Clan McDuck loom large here." She points to a bow, explaining, "This belonged to Murdock McDuck, first to patent the longbow. Murdock made a fortune selling his bows to the English Army. Or course, he charged extra for the arrows."

I mutter, "Of course. Sounds about right."

She gestures to another painting, saying, "Sir Swaphole McDuck was obsessed with hoarding treasure."

Fergus asks pointedly at Uncle Scrooge, "Sound familiar?"

What's with these weird names? I'm guessing it just a product of time or something like that.

Granny Downy continues, "So he built a mysterious series of tunnels under the castle to keep the family fortune. Some say he summoned a demon dog to stalk the catacombs."

Webby squeals, and I raise my eyebrow, asking, "Would the dog go after even family members if they were in the catacombs? I'm guessing getting attacked by a demon dog would not be fun."

Granny Downy says, "Oh, they're just stories. Maybe. Probably."

Yeah, that's really not reassuring.

She gestures to a painting of a young duck happily biking, and she coos, "Oh, and look here, little Scroogie and Whiskers!"

Huey asks, "Whiskers?"

I add, "What's with the ball of feathers in the basket?"

Granny Downy responds, "Little Scroogie always wanted a dog, but we were too poor, so we all pitched in to buy a clump of hair from the local barber. Oh, how Scroogie loved his Whiskers!"

Fergus asks, "And who ended up having to walk him and feed him?"

Uncle Scrooge exclaims, "It was a ball of hair!"

Fergus growls, "How dare you talk about Whiskers like that?! He was family!"

Uncle Scrooge grumbles, "Curse me kilts!"

Fergus reprimands, "Don't you curse in front of your mother!"

Uncle Scrooge exclaims, "I'm not a child anymore!"

Fergus says, "Then stop acting like one!"

Uncle Scrooge grabs a small table made out of a tree trunk, challenging, "Arm wrestling match! You and me, right now!"

Almost immediately, Fergus pins Uncle Scrooge's arm down and puts him in a headlock. Granny Downy is forced to separate them, and Uncle Scrooge storms off, the collar of his robe having been pulled over his head. My brothers and I slowly back away, exploring the hallways. We find a painting of Uncle Donald holding a comically large lollicpopwhen he was around my brothers' age.

We all laugh, Louie saying, "Oh, so good!"

Dewey exclaims, "Uncle Donald?!"

Dewey laughs so hard he falls backwards toward the wall and accidentally knocks over the painting, a strange note taped to the back.

Huey asks, "What?"

I add, "That's strange. Why would there be a note on the back of a painting in this ancient castle?"

Dewey reads the first part of the note, "'If borrowed crown in what you seek, then venture below and follow your beak'."

I ask, "What do they mean by 'crown'?"

Huey adds, "Like a King's crown?"

Louie adds, "Or 'crown' like oldsy times money! This could lead to the Knights Templar treasure!"

I say, "Okay, read the next part."

Huey grabs the note from Dewey, reading, "'To ensure the arrow miss it's mark, pluck a ditty on an arc'."

We hear Granny Downy call for us down the hall, "Kids!"

Dewey says, "Stall her, I'll fix the painting."

We nod, and the three of us race off to Granny Downy.

Louie says, "The cold castle air made Huey's face numb. I don't suppose you'd like to pinch his cheeks?"

I stifle a giggle, adding, "Oh, and he'd love it if he got smothered with hugs."

Huey gasps at our betrayal, and Granny Downy just smiles widely. She pinches his cheeks until they're red while cooing at him, and then hugs him tightly while his eye twitches, glaring at Louie and I while we try not to laugh.

She finally releases him, and we go back to Dewey, Huey rubbing his red cheeks while saying, "Alright, let's solve the mystery!"

Dewey says, "Just because there's a weird riddle in a mystical castle doesn't mean there's a mystery."

I ask, "What else could it be?"

He struggles to provide an answer, and Louie says to him, "I see what you're doing."

Dewey asks nervously, "You do?"

Louie says, "Trying to get the jump on us, grab the treasure for yourself? You're hiding something, aren't you?"

Dewey turns his head slightly to the side and pretends to contemplate something, like he always does when he wants to pretend he's contemplating what someone said.

Huey says, "C'mon, we're in this together. The Duck kids solving a huge family secret."

Dewey nervously mutters, "Oh, uh..." He runs off, exclaiming, "Race you!"

We chase him through the hallway, but Huey makes us stop at the bow, Dewey getting further away.

Huey says, "'Pluck a ditty on an arc'. Murdock's longbow! Dewey, you passed the first clue!"

Dewey turns around and runs back over to us, panting as he says, "Huh? I knew that."

I cross my arms, muttering, "Uh huh." I grab the note, and notice something odd, asking, "Did any of you guys notice that some of these letters are capitalized where they shouldn't be? Normally I'd be peeved at the grammatical error, but in this case I think it's a clue. The capitalized ones are B, A, and G. Musical notes maybe?"

Huey plucks the notes perfectly on Murdock's longbow, and a doorway opens as he says, "First chair cello, Junior Woodchuck Philharmonic Orchestra."

I mutter, "We know, Hue. We've been to your concerts."

Dewey says, "It's too narrow for the four of us. Oh, bummer!"

Huey grabs a torch from the wall and goes inside, saying, "Or we could just go single file."

I go in after Huey and Louie trails behind me, leaving Dewey at the back of the pack, muttering something under his breath.

Huey exclaims, "This must be one of Swamphole's crazy tunnels!"

Dewey says, "Guys, this could be dangerous. Or boring. You should totally go back, especially you, Izzy. It's not really worth the risk."

Louie says, "That is the least Dewey thing you've ever said."

I add, "Yeah, Dew. Just loosen up. We're exploring our ancestral home and could find treasure all on our own! What the next clue, Hue?"

Huey grabs the note from me and reads it by torchlight while we walk, saying, "'Penetrate the door by-fold with only the purest key of gold'. Where do we find a- Whoa!"

He slips down a large pile of golden keys, and Louie immediately dives into the pile.

Dewey says, "Oh, man! How are we gonna find one gold key in all this?"

I mutter, "Well, we won't with that attitude."

Dewey ignores, me adding, "Well, good try, everyone. You should head back, way to go-"

Louie emerges from the pile with a key, exclaiming, "Found it!"

I ask, "How do you know it's the one?"

Louie explains, "Real gold weighs more than fool's gold, so you search the bottom of the pile. You know, check the luster and the karat quality and boom, pure gold key." Huey and I stare at him in awe, and he says, "What? You guys like nerd stuff, I like gold. Come on."

I mutter, "You know what? Fair enough."

We reach a large chamber, and Huey gasps, exclaiming, "The Crypt of Clan McDuck! The final resting place of all our ancestors!"

I ask, "But how do we know which is the right tomb?"

Louie anxiously points to one, saying, "Uh, I may have found a clue!"

We look at the tomb he pointed at, which is... Uncle Donald's?!

Dewey asks, "Has Uncle Donald been a ghost this whole time?"

Louie says, "No, he gets hurt way too often to be a ghost."

Huey says, "Wait, the riddle was hidden on a portrait of Uncle Donald."

Dewey adds, "Which means it was meant for him!"

Louie grabs the note and reads part of it aloud, "'Face your fate, confront your doom'. They wanted Uncle Donald to find his own grave!"

I add, "Whoever made this riddle must've had a dark sense of humor. That is messed up, man."

Dewey nervously asks, "So... what's in there?"

Louie exclaims, "It could be the treasure!"

Dewey says, "Wait, wait, wait. What if there's something or someone we don't wanna find? L- Louie, aren't you scared?"

Louie shrugs, saying, "Eh, greed beats fear every time."

Dewey asks, "Izzy? What about you?"

I say, "I feel fine, Dew. In fact, this has been the easiest adventure so far. All we had to do was follow an old note."

We open the door, and Huey says, "Huh, it's empty."

I say, "Well, that was underwhelming." I notice something on top of the fake casket, and ask, "Wait, what that?"

We get closer, and Huey says, "Just a beat-up old bag."

There's an eerily familiar blue scarf peeking out of the bag, and it's about to click in my head whose it is when we see a giant dog materialize in the hall, growling and slobbering as it runs toward us. Huey, Louie, and I slam the door shut and hold it shut as the dog scratches at the door.

I exclaim, "What is that thing?!"

Dewey gasps, saying, "The Demon Dog of Castle McDuck!"

Huey grabs the bag, exclaiming, "We need a distraction."

Dewey reaches for the bag, exclaiming, "Hey! Give it back!"

Huey says, "Louie, Izzy, hold the door open. I'll set this scarf on fire and throw it out as a decoy!"

Dewey grabs the bag back just before Huey can set it on fire from the torch, exclaiming, "No! You can't!"

Huey asks, "What is wrong with you?!"

Louie adds, "Why are you acting super weird?!"

I add, "This is not the time for this, Dewey, we need to get out of here! Why are you acting so possessive over this stupid bag?!"

Dewey blurts out, "Because it belongs to Mom!"

Huey, Louie, and I gasp. Is that why the scarf was so familiar?

Huey asks, "How do you know this is Mom's?"

I add, "You never even met her and only saw, like, two pictures of her!"

Dewey nervously admits, "I've kinda been researching her on my own. A little! I just searched a forbidden library, crashed the Sunchaser, talked to the goddess Selene... Okay, you know, hearing it out loud, it comes off way worse than it sounded in my brain."

I exclaim, "What were you thinking, Dewford?!"

Huey adds, "How could you keep this from us?!"

Dewey explains, "I was trying to protect you from a potentially devastating revelation."

Huey adds, "Or you just kept it to yourself so you could feel special! Classic Dewey. She's our mom!"

Dewey says, "It's just... First, I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to get hurt. Then, I couldn't tell you because I found out all this stuff and I didn't want you to hurt me! I'm sorry, okay?!"

Huey yells, "You're only sorry because you got caught!"

I exclaim, tearing up, "What kind of information could you have found out that you couldn't even tell me? I'm the only one that knew her! Out of any of us, I should've been the one you went to! Don't you trust me?!"

We hear a sniffle behind us and turn around to see Louie crying while holding the bag.

Dewey asks, "Louie? You okay?"

Louie sniffles again, saying quietly, "You kept a secret about Mom. That is not okay."

A/N: This next paragraph describes a knee dislocation, and if you're uncomfortable with reading that, skip the paragraph.

The demon dog breaks through the door, and we're forced to run underneath it, splitting up, and I run with Dewey, falling behind. I jump over a large pile of rubble, but trip and land directly on my bad knee. I feel it pop out of its socket, and scream in pain. I try to sit up, but I can't move my left leg at all. I start sobbing in pain, holding my bad leg, and start rocking back in forth to try to soothe myself, but it's not working. I straighten my left leg with the help of my hands, and the knee pops back into its socket, the pain decreasing a bit but not much. I try to stand up to find my brothers, but I immediately collapse, my leg feeling like jelly. That's really not good.

I call out in a shaky voice, "Dewey! C- Come back!"

I see Dewey running toward me from further down the hall, a frantic look on his face. A hear a growl right behind me and turn my head to see the demon dog stalking toward me.

I cry out, "Please hurry! I need your help!"

Dewey tries to help me stand up, and we scramble away from the dog as fast as we can, but it's hard to do when I can't move one of my legs and I can't stand up. I trip and fall over, the back of my head bumps into something. I assume it's a wall, but I look up to see Huey and Louie. Huey helps me stand up and he and Louie pull my arms over their shoulders to help keep weight off of my bad leg.

My brothers toss rocks at the demon dog, Louie exclaiming, "Scram!"

Huey adds, "Shoo!"

Louie adds, "Back off!"

Huey adds, "Bad dog! Bad dog!"

Louie adds, "No, do not eat me!"

Huey adds, "Bad dog! Not food! We're not food! Bad dog!"

Dewey exclaims to them, "You came back!"

Louie says, "Were the Duck kids."

Huey adds, "Good or bad, whatever we do, we do it together!"

The demon dog gets even closer, unfazed by the rocks that were thrown at it, and the four of us growl back at it ferociously. It suddenly has a frightened expression and runs away, whining with its tail between its legs.

Huey says excitedly, "Duck family, victorious!"

Dewey asks, "It worked?!"

I exclaim, "It worked!"

Louie adds, "We gotta start doing that all the time!"

We get back to the Crypt, going slowly so I don't hurt my leg any further or fall over, and find Mom's bag again.

We look inside and I say, "Huh. It's Uncle Donald's hat. Why's that in Mom's bag?"

Huey gasps, exclaiming, "That must be the borrowed crown from the riddle!"

Louie says, "So Mom took his hat, hid it, and the elaborate riddle in the catacombs and the deadly demon dog were-"

Dewey finishes, "All just an elaborate prank on Uncle Donald?"

The four of us laugh, and I say, "You know, that sounds exactly like Mom's sense of humor. Only she would prank him like that."

Dewey frowns at the mention of Mom and pulls out a note in Mom's handwriting that says 'Scrooge, I've taken the Spear of Selene. I'm sorry. -Della'.

He says, "I should have told you from the beginning. Good or bad, we're all in this together. Well, I guess we're all starting from scratch."

I ask, "Wait, did you rub a pencil over the back of this?"

Dewey asks, "Huh?"

I grab the note from him, and Huey asks Dewey, "Have I taught you nothing?"

I add while rubbing the back of the note lightly with a pencil, "Junior Woodchuck Rule 217; Rub all documents with a pencil."

A familiar blueprint is revealed on the back of the note, and Dewey gasps, exclaiming, "The Spear of Selene! Now we know what it looks like!"

Louie asks, "What's that date circled?"

I rub the pencil a bit more over the area he points to, and Huey says, "April 15th, 2007. Guys, this is the week we were born!"

I add, "The week Mom disappeared."

Dewey asks, "What does that mean?"

Huey says, "We'll find out together."

Dewey says excitedly, "Oh man, I've got to tell Webby! Ooh, by the way, Webby knows too."

My eyes twitches, and I exclaim, "Are you freakin' kidding me?!"

Huey adds, "Come on!"

Louie adds, "Dude!"

Dewey sucks in a breath through his teeth, saying, "I'm sorry! Total honesty from here on out."

We exit the catacombs, and the second Uncle Scrooge sees me, he worriedly asks, "What happened to you? Are you okay?!"

I take a minute to think, my brothers silently pleading with me not to tell him, but I don't wamt to lie to him!

I finally say, "We were exploring and I tripped. Landed right on my bad knee."

Technically, not a lie. We leave the Castle and Uncle Scrooge helps me into a seat, my brothers and Webby arranged so I can keep my leg straight.

Granny Downy asks, "Are you sure there's nothing I coukd give you? Maybe some original family photographs? Or a leather-bound volume of McDuck history? I'm probably just going to throw most of it away, anyway."

Webby says, "Ah, I- words- can't- agh!"

I say, "Just hold onto them. I'm sure Webby'll be happy to accept them next time, she's just... not fully coherent right now."

Granny Downy nods, saying, "Well, goodbye then. See you all in five years!"

I wave bye to them, saying, "Bye, Fergus! Bye, Granny Downy!"

As soon as we start driving away, Webby finally snaps back to her usual talkative self, asking, "Who built this Castle? What was Scrooge like as a kid? What was his favorite color? Game? Song? Food? Who designed the McDuck tartan? Who was-" She finally noticed that we're driving away, and puts her hands on the back window, exclaiming, "Noooooo!"

[gascon-en-exil]

Can I just mention how some parts of this fandom are just super intense? Like I've seen people get upset at Felix calling Dedue a dog (despite the fact that it is very clear this is due to his loyalty to Dima not his skin color) and the classic Ingrid is racist and she didnt apologize. As someone of mixed race none of these thoughts ever occurred to me and if I showed it to my Brazilian family members I doubt it would occur to them either. I dont get why everyone jumps to such hateful ideas.

Unfortunately this is just how fandom is now when it comes to expressing like/dislike of certain characters or ships. Everything has to be wrapped up in some sort of US-centric social justice/representation issue, and these arguments are made very selectively because most of the time it’s more about the parts of canon that become the most (in)famous rather than what actually plays into those themes. Everyone ignores that Shamir is also a racial Other in the game’s universe because she’s light-skinned and there’s no easy way to accuse the writing of marginalizing her, just as everyone jumps on Ingrid for her complicated feelings about Duscur while ignoring Hilda’s casually offensive remarks about Almyrans and the fact that her house kidnaps Almyran children to serve as indentured servants (because she has a paired ending with another woman and Ingrid doesn’t perhaps - with these appeals to minority representation being as performative as they are, that along might be enough). That’s why you’re a misogynist if you criticize Edelgard, a racist if you ship Dimidue, and so on - because these are interpretations that the parts of the fandom that do or don’t like those particular characters or ships have seized on. It doesn’t help that Three Houses is such a large game that even half a year after release there are people participating in the online fandom who haven’t even finished one route, much less all four. Fire Emblem in general has this problem; the series reuses archetypes and story concepts all the time and loves to be self-referential, yet there are over a dozen mainline games and some of them are very hard to access for new fans particularly Jugdral and Tellius, i.e. the most direct points of comparison for Three Houses.

And it’s not just this fandom, of course. It seems to have been this way for just about every notable fandom active in the past five years or so. I started noticing the shift as early as 2013 in the Les Mis fandom, where a shipping war boiled down to being homophobic if you were on one side and misogynist if you were on the other. The greatest legacy of the Voltron remake will forever be an out of control shipping war that seems to be mostly responsible for relaxing the definitions of pedophilia and incest for fandom at large, such that they can now one of them can be applied to pretty much any pairing someone doesn’t like. Sherlock and others turned queerbaiting into a beloved fandom rallying cry, and other big fandoms with which I’m personally unfamiliar had equally messy contributions that bled over into others (I’ve heard Steven Universe was/is bad about this re: queer content and/or calling fictional characters Nazis which, hey, FE16′s fandom does that second one too). I had hoped that FE would remain largely untouched by this, as the series is infamous for including actual biological incest, large age gap pairings, and other elements apparently just for shock value or fanservice. Again though many newer fans either don’t want to or can’t easily delve into the series’s past, so they’re less likely to pick up on that. Of course, I don’t know if it really matters; South Park of all things apparently has a volatile fanbase always tearing itself apart over pedophilia/antisemitism/homo/bi/transphobia, so I’m not sure any fandom no matter how casually offensive the canon content can escape this now.