#launchpad's clothes are too big for his family

[amrio]

The Jacket War

Not that he was one to blame his daughter on anything, but Drake absolutely blamed her for starting the war for Launchpad's jacket. Sure she was just pushing his buttons at the start, but by the time that they were quite literally chasing each other for a coat, it had turned into a downright competition. One that neither of them had any intention of losing.

Launchpad was never one to forget things, as he rarely had anything with him to misplace, but his jacket? The pilot never left anywhere without it. You never know when you might take a nosedive into the side of an icy mountain after all. The only time Drake ever saw him without his beloved bomber jacket was when he stayed with him and Gosalyn after a night of patrolling and he took it off to sleep. Even then, it was never far away—either thrown over the back of the couch he was sleeping on, or on one of the bedposts if he managed to make it to the bed they had set up for him without falling to the ground snoring in that ever so loud, but quite endearing, way he does when he's truly exhausted.

So when Drake got up one morning and found the leather coat on the back of the couch, with no sign of Launchpad anywhere, he was certainly surprised. The pilot must've gotten up early that morning and left in a rush if he forgot it. Not to mention that he managed to leave without either Gosalyn or himself noticing. The two of them were such light sleepers that they were normally able to send Launchpad off with a tired goodbye before stumbling back to bed. Not saying goodbye was almost as depressing as having to say goodbye at all was.

McMoneyBags probably called him, Drake figured to himself as he stared down at the article of clothing. It looked so out of place without it's owner. Upon further inspection, he found a new tear and a few scorch marks on the back. They weren't from their patrol last night, he knew that much for certain. They had been dealing with another liquid type villain that had escaped from a lab and sought to wreck havoc on the scientists that created it. McDuck better not let this happen often, he groused picking up the jacket and feeling the worn leather between his fingers. He's my partner. If anything ever happened to him...!

It took the man all of two seconds to realize what he had just admitted, despite being in his mind. Drake quickly whipped his head around and scanned the area, lest he find that his thoughts had been projected for the rest of the world to hear. Or worse still, Gosalyn. She had been poking fun at him ever since she found them curled up together on the couch after a particularly rough night.

They had been tired, beaten, battered, and emotionally exhausted after Darkwing had accidentally gotten captured. None of them had the strength to even look at the stairs leading up to their bedrooms and instead flopped over onto the couch dead on their feet. Launchpad had fallen asleep first, three hour drives between St. Canard and Duckburg taking up a more obvious toll with the additional stress of the night. Much to no one's surprise, Launchpad was a sleep hugger. And okay, maybe Drake enjoyed the sleepy affection too. It was something he was very unaccustomed, but not entirely opposed to. Launchpad was warm, he was tired, and with Gosalyn safe and nearby he may or may not have allowed himself to cuddle into the much bigger duck's chest and fall asleep that way.

The thought of that comfortable evening brought more warmth to his cheeks and a nervous twitch to his fingers as he looked around. Thankfully the pale morning light illuminating the tower was his traitorous thinking's only audience.

Launchpad could handle himself. He had proven it on any number of occasions, matching Darkwing's battle prowess with ease. Now...what that had to do with the sudden worried possessiveness that his brain had just given words to and his fondness of that sleepy evening...well...Drake wasn't going to sit there and ponder that while it was still so early. That was a problem for several cups of coffee and some breakfast. Yet he found himself holding on to the jacket for a few moments more, looking it over and marveling at just how big it was (and how big it would be on him), but it ended up being for a few moments too many.

"Hey nerd! Whatcha doin'?"

Drake yelped and quickly dropped the coat back over the couch as a warm red re-exploded on his face. "G-Gosalyn! Uh! I'm not doing anything! W-what are you doing?" He couldn't figure out what to do with his hands as his ten year old eyed him suspiciously and ended up shoving them into the pockets of his purple bathrobe before they gave away his nervousness.

Gosalyn stared him down, her eyes taking on that glint that he often saw when she was trying to work out how to save her grandpa. Her analyzing look. Much to his horror, he watched her gaze drift to the couch and land on Launchpad's coat. Oh, he really didn't like the look on her face now. She was grinning in the same way that said she was going to try a new trick shot with her crossbow that would absolutely send his coffee mug spilling to the ground.

"So, have you tried it on yet?" she smirked, knowing exactly why her father had gotten flustered.

"No! And I have no idea why you would suggest I do such a thing," he said trying to grapple for at least a little bit of his dignity. "Why are you up anyways?" It was a Saturday and neither of them were much for mornings.

"I heard you up." She crossed her arms over her green pjs with a huff. "Why are you awake?"

"Oh you know...uh. Just trying to get a jump start on those files from yesterday." He gave a nervous laugh, knowing full well that WANDA had already sorted and sifted through them the moment they were uploaded.

Gosalyn wasn't impressed. "If you say so."

After a staring contest that Drake quickly lost to the knowing eyes of his daughter, he ended up trudging to the kitchen for some coffee. In the back of his mind he was aware of how empty the spacs was without a certain pilot serving up coffee with a cheery grin. Drake would never understand how Launchpad was such a morning person. He got less sleep than the average college student and yet he still managed to shine brighter than the sun at six in the morning when he woke up either to a demanding phone call from Scrooge or to the sound of Drake struggling with another nightmare.

As he was pondering this he all but choked on his coffee when Gosalyn wandered—and almost tripped—into the kitchen.

"What? You weren't using it," she said as she struggled to climb into her seat at the table.

She was wearing Launchpad's jacket.

If Drake had thought the coat would be big on him, it was downright gigantic on Gosalyn. It all but swallowed the girl whole as she looked up and challenged him to do something about it. She wasn't a dress kind of girl, but that's the only thing he could even remotely compare it to. It buried her at the table and hung over the edge of the seat, hiding her arms and feet entirely. Well, maybe a king sized blanket would be a better comparison.

"Isn't that a little uh, big for you Gos?" he finally asked as he tried to decide if the sight was more adorable or comical.

"Nope," she said, somehow with a straight face, as she got situated. All of her moving and struggling with the coat had thrown her bed tousled hair into her face and she ended up pulling her arms out of the sleeves so she could shove it away and reach for the mug of tea he had made for her. "It's comfortable. And really warm." She sipped at her drink before grinning around the edge of the mug. "You should try it on. LP certainly wouldn't mind."

"I—! You—!" he sputtered trying his hardest to keep the blush out of his feathers. "That's none of your concern, Waddlemeyer."

Though she gave a genuine smile at the name, glad to hold onto her grandpa's name for a little while longer, she couldn't help but taunt him in her reply. "No? Or are you just too afraid to take it from me and find out?"

Should he stoop to the level of his competitive ten-year old? Probably not. That wouldn't sound very good on paper now would it? "I'm not fighting a child for a coat."

"Chicken."

"I am not."

"Are too."

"Darkwing Duck is no chicken."

"Prove it then!"

Well if that's how it was going to go, screw the paper and how it would sound. Drake set his coffee down and narrowed his eyes at the girl only to find her mirroring his actions.

Some part of him knew how ridiculous they were being, but that was heavily outweighed by the fact that A) he wasn't going to back down from any challenge no matter who it was from and B) Gosalyn was smiling more this morning than all the other mornings combined. He had seen her sleep-fits often enough that they were probably tied when it came to who had nightmares the most. Mornings were fragile things unless Launchpad was there to comfort them or snap them out of it. Now it seemed that his jacket was doing a good enough job at keeping them light-hearted in his place.

So yeah. He was totally going to steal that coat from Gosalyn.

If the fact that she pulled a hair-tie off of her wrist and pulled her wavy red hair back in a messy ponytail said anything, it was that she was more than happy to make the challenge as difficult as possible.

When Launchpad came back to St. Canard later that day after returning the Duck family to the mansion from an adventure involving magical dirt...? he hadn't caught the name of it; all he knew was that it was blue and turned Dewey into a mini dragon (it took them an eternity to convince him to change back). Regardless, he certainly wasn't expecting to find Drake and Gosalyn chasing each other around the base in some sort of game before lunch.

"Hey guys! Guess who's back!" he hollered stepping through the main door.

"Hi LP!" Gosalyn greeted as she sprinted in front of him. She had something in her grasp, but she was moving too fast for Launchpad to figure out what it was.

Hardly a second later, Drake ran past him as well and gave a distracted hello before he jumped up and off the wall at his daughter. The two of them ended up in a roll as they fought for whatever item the girl had until Drake was the victor. Not for long though, as his rather loud victory "HAH!" was cut short when Gosalyn snagged the item out of his outstretched grasp and made a mad dash in the opposite direction.

Launchpad couldn't help but laugh at the frustrated growl from Drake. He had no idea what they were doing, but he was happy to see them getting along. Drake had formally adopted Gosalyn a couple of months ago, but they were still adjusting to the whole family dynamic thing. Gosalyn was stubbornly independent and Drake got caught up in his nightly alter-ego all too easily. There were good days and bad days, but today just happened to be an exceptionally good day.

Eventually Drake got up from his dramatic pouting on the ground and gave chase to his daughter once again.

Seeing the determined look on Drake's face and the cocky grin on Gosalyn's made the pilot realize, not for the first time, just how much he adored them. They were chaotic and a little bit of a mess—he noted Drake's bathrobe abandoned on the couch—but they were a family. He knew Gosalyn couldn't say it yet and that Drake would hesitate to admit it, but it was true nonetheless. They were his adventure family. So he let out a fond sigh and rested his arms against the railing to watch their antics for a time.

As the green blur of Gosalyn sped down the stairs, Launchpad realized that she was struggling with the something in her arms until it unfolded into something he recognized. She had his coat! So that's where he had left it! He knew it had to be here with them, or at the fast-food place he frequented between cities. It was a good thing it was here and not the fast-food joint, because he forgot to stop there in his excitement to get back to them.

Gosalyn fought with the gargantuan jacket until she managed to get her arms into the sleeves and continued running with the rest of the coat trailing after her. She tried to scrunch up the sleeves so she could use her hands, but there was simply too much jacket so she gave up and let the sleeves flap as she ran. It was adorable to say the least. What was even better was how much she resembled her father. At some point, Launchpad couldn't remember when exactly, Drake had stolen one or two of his shirts for pjs. So now both Drake and Gosalyn were running and jumping around in Launchpad's clothes and both of them were absolutely dwarfed by the bigger sizing

Launchpad couldn't have squashed his grin if he tried. But he didn't try. He smiled openly at the sight presented and laughed when the much-too-long sleeve of his coat got caught on a desk and brought Gosalyn to a screeching halt. Drake jumped at the opportunity and immediately scooped up his daughter so she couldn't escape again, holding her in front of him to avoid her kicking feet.

"Ha-HA! Can't get away this time can you!"

"That doesn't count! I got stuck!" she cried trying to fight out of his hold.

Before Drake could retaliate with some sassy remark or another, Launchpad spoke up with a laugh as he made his way down the stairs and to them in the living room. "So...you two haven't seen my coat anywhere have you?"

Their responses were immediate.

"Nope haven't seen it."

"What coat?"

When Launchpad got closer it finally sunk in that they were still in pjs. "Wait...you two aren't dressed yet...don't tell me—" his voice rose in concern and too much volume "—that you haven't had anything for breakfast?!" Because he could see the kitchen, and there were no plates or bowls or even orange peels left out to indicate otherwise.

"Um. About that," Drake started nervously. He was no stranger to "Uncle Launchpad's" mothering and neither was Gosalyn.

"We got...distracted?" Gosalyn supplied after a beat.

Launchpad was having none of that. Drake and Gosalyn were quickled ushered into the kitchen and to the table, their game of keep-away momentarily forgotten, while Launchpad set about righting the wrongness of no breakfast. It wasn't long before Gosalyn had a stack of waffles drowned in syrup in front of her and Drake had a bowl of cereal and half an orange to dig into. As Launchpad brought over refills to their coffee and tea, he marveled at how small his family was.

His coat was filling more chair than Gosalyn was and she had to reach out from behind the zipper to reach her sugary meal even sitting on her knees. He had no doubt that she could shut the zipper and hide in the thing and no one would know the difference. Meanwhile on the other side of the table, one of his green t-shirts was hanging loosely off of Drake's wirey frame, looking more like a night-gown than a shirt. Warmth blossomed in the pilot's chest as he really took that information in. His little adventure family really was little. They could handle themselves, but he would always be there to have their backs and protect them. How could he not? They didn't even fill his shirt!

"You good LP?" Drake asked, snapping him out of his thought. "You stopped talking."

Was he talking? Oh right! He had been telling them about the adventures of Dewey as a fire-breathing dragon while he fixed their food. "Buh...Uh ye-yeah I'm good. Sorry about that."

"Where did you go?" Gosalyn asked around her mug.

"Where did I go? Did I leave the kitchen too?!" He hadn't thought he had left the room, but he wasn't paying attention. What if he did and he didn't know it?!

"What? No!" She snorted at his stricken expression. Her mug was set down so she wouldn't spill it as she clarified. "I meant what were you thinking about."

"Oh! Ok yeah that makes more sense." He wasn't one to lie, so he didn't and told them. "I was thinking about how small you two are."

Drake gave an indignant "hey!" in response while Gosalyn just giggled at how offended he got.

"I think it's the other way around LP," she said lightly. "You're big and so are your clothes. Look at this!" She gestured to the jacket surrounding her. "It's like, way bigger than me!"

"I guess so... hey! Speaking of my coat, can I have it back?"

"Nope!"

[gummygoatgalaxy]

My Headcanons for the Kids of Clan McDuck

❤Huey Duck♥

● he's autistic

● when he's angry he stems by biting and when he's happy its by flapping his arms

● his book is a comfort object, as well as a form of education

● knowing what's happening keeps him grounded, he hates surprises

● he tries so hard to keep his emotions calm because of his fear of the Duke, that when he eats candy, he lets loose a bit too much

● his best and closest friend is Boyd, he feels no one accepts him better, though Webby is probs on the same level

● when he's an adult, he'll be buff because of adventuring, woodchucks, and being a health nut

● if he dated anyone, he'd be super sappy and sweet

● he's biromantic and demisexual

● he's a science nerd and grows up to be a mechanic and engineer and invent amazing things

● he can't cook, but tries to

● the woods is his happy place

● his favorite animals are beavers

● when he was a baby and small child he would refuse to eat until his brothers had, cuz he wanted them cared for

● he's right-handed

● he adores his mom, but Donald will always be his dad no matter what

● He loves to do feminine things like paint nails with his sisters and brothers

● he worries about Louie and Dewey constantly

● he loves being a big brother and nothing will change that

● he views Fenton as a role-model and adores his relationship with Gandra

💙Dewey Duck💙

● he has ADHD

● he's pansexual, he loves everybody

● if he dated anyone, he'd be so protective and worried and would never let them adventure cuz he doesn't want to lose them

● his favorite song artist is Abba

● he loves the 80s and 70s fashion and adores glamrock

● he's sweet and brave and a good bit niave, but he's not stupid

● when he gets older he mellows out a bit

● he grows up to be a full time adventurer and daredevil

● Webby and Gosalyn are his besties and he'll never let them go

● his mother is his role model and he admires her, maybe a bit too much

● he too grows up to be buff because of his daredevil nature

● him and Webby have karaoke nights every other friday

● he randomly sings songs that fit the situation he's in

● he's ambidextrous

● he doesn't care what gender of clothing he wears, if he's comfy and looks good, he wears it

● he dreams to be famous

● Launchpad is a big brother to him

● he adores animals, more than Huey the nature boy

● he has depression, but tries to always be cheerful to hide it, his family knows and regularly has game nights to cheer him up

● his biggest fear is losing his family

● he hates being the middle brother because he wants to be in charge but loves it cuz he likes getting away with things and not being responsible

💚Louie Duck💚

● he's bi/demisexual, meaning he has a hard time falling in love, but can fall in love with boys and girls

● he has anxiety and extreme depression

● when he's older he's buff because Huey, Dewey and Webby all are and he felt inferior

● he's super strong, even as a kid, but is so lazy, he doesn't use all his strength

● he adores cats and bunnies

● he can navigate a city or town so easily without a map, but in the wilderness he get so lost it ridiculous

● he loves being the youngest because he can get away with being the baby bro

● he's had a rough tine bonding with Della and will never fully trust her till he's so much older

● he wants to be a dad when he's older but is scared he'd be a bad one

● for crushes, he'd probably try to be suave and actually be panicking, but doesn't show it till they resiprocate, then he's a bumbling, blushy mess

● he is the one who cooked for Donald and his brothers on the house boat, it was the only helpful thing he did

● he loves finding treasure and spending time with his family, but he still kinda fears the adventures

● he's left-handed

● his role-model is Goldie, he knows she cares but doesn't say it to anyone for her sake, she knows that he knows

● he can play the violin but is embarrassed by it

● he makes a scene about how manly he is and doesn't like to be super girly, but secretly loves to do makeovers, fashion shows and paint nails with his sisters and brothers

● he's secretly Scrooge's favorite out of him and his brothers, but only because he reminds Scrooge of himself

● he grows up to be a business owner and doesn't inherit the Family business but instead buys it from Scrooge, which makes Scrooge so proud

💖Webby McDuck💖

● she's autistic

● it takes her a bit to fully feel part of the family after the last episode, but when she does, she's never felt so right

● she's lesbian

● she grows up to be small and BUFF, because she's Webby, of course she would

● she never understands internet memes

● she is best friends with all 3 brothers and encourages them to be comfortable with who they are

● she felt strange about May and June for a bit but now they are super close

● although she does girly things with her brothers and sisters, she's still mostly tomboy

● she grows up to be simultaneously loved and feared

● she grows up to be an adventurer like Dewey, and joins him on his travels

● at some point she changes her last name to McDuck

● her biggest fear is being ignored or excluded

💛May McDuck💛

● she and June changed their names after a few months of living with Donald and Daisy on their boating adventure

● she's the most feminine out of her sisters and loves to design clothes with Daisy

● Daisy is her role-model

● it takes a while to feel like she's part of the family, but when she does it feels right

💙June McDuck💙

● she and May changed their names after a few months of living with Donald and Daisy on their boating adventure

● she wears dresses but only cuz they feel more free and airy, and she loves the feeling of nature and the freedom it gives

● she's the most tomboy out of her sisters, even though she looks the most girly

● she joins the woodchucks

● it takes a while to feel like she's part of the family, but when she does it feels right

[loser-writings]

Hi! I’m a big fan of your omegaverse writing! I’d love to see some omega Shoto stuff but I have a lot of personal HCs about it if u don’t mind me sharing a bit? I feel like when Sho first presented as an omega endeavor was annoyed cuz they’re considered ‘weaker’ so he probs got Sho on suppressants early & didn’t let him openly present or do typical omega things like nesting, maybe even made him present as alpha/beta until Sho sorta broke from his control a bit? So he’s still figuring it out? -🦇

      Hey Bat-Anon! I promise to write some Omega Shoto soon, but for now I should say that I actually have to agree with your HC (Please send in more I adore hearing other peoples headcanons) but I think Endeavor would take it to the extreme. EDIT: I also have to apologize this became a LOT 

     Like I said in my Aizawa story, Omega males have less testosterone than the average male in order for their reproductive system to stay fertile. Women can become Infertile if they have too much testosterone, so once Shoto even starts presenting as an Omega, he starts the process of changing that in an instant. Monthly testosterone shots become something normal in his life and he quickly gets over his fear of needles. 

     The side effects of the testosterone are something Shoto doesn’t even realize. His chest is always sensitive, he has horrible headaches, his voice drops causing him to become insecure due to the random voice cracks, the increase in muscle, and god the body odor. That last one really gets him because no matter how much Enji will try, he is an omega at heart. He absolutely hates his body odor type scent, so he showers a LOT. His scent also seems to have switched from what was like Cinnamon and Peppermint depending on the sides, to something deeper and more musky.

     Of course the other members of his family are oblivious to this and the one time Fuyumi caught Endeavor giving Shoto one of his monthly testosterone shots, Endeavor just claims that it’s just some medicine. It doesn’t hit her until later in her life what was happening, and she still regrets letting it happen to this day.

     Every nest he ever made was quickly destroyed by his father, which only caused more trauma for the abused Omega because he had no clue why he wanted to nest all of the time. He didn’t even know what nesting was! All he knew is that sometimes his mom would sneak in and slowly help him build a “Make shift bed” In his closet for him to sleep in after the really hard days. Those were always his favorite because it meant his mom would hold him in the nest while he slept.

     Shoto was actually quite scared when he entered UA. He was most intimidated and afraid of Bakugo since he reminded him so much of his father. He never really attempted to make friends or be social, and the first time he truly showed who he really was, was during the sports festival against Deku. He broke down in the middle, but was very content overall. His fight with Bakugo was a different story. He gave his win to Bakugo and just gave up. It honestly pissed off both his father and Bakugo, but he didn’t care in the end.

     Aizawa and Hizashi were both quick to notice how the man showed all of the signs for an Omega on testosterone. His scent, the chest pain he would randomly get, sleepiness, back and joint pain, trouble sleeping, and his mood swings. Both teachers approached Nezu before confronting Shoto about it, only for Shoto to suddenly get really dizzy. Luckily Hizashi grabbed him before he could fall and carried him back to Recovery girl.

     That’s when he learns about Aizawa, a pro-hero who is an Omega on T. Aizawa quickly finds this bond between them and quickly takes him under his wing. The whole time he is talking to Shoto, he is holding his hand in an attempt to keep the boy grounded and calm despite his own anxiety. That’s also when Aizawa learns about Endeavor, how he treated him and his family, and that “He didn’t want me to be ‘almost perfect’ since almost isn’t perfect.”

     Trust me when I say this led to the teachers, even All Might, having a deep anger towards Endeavor. Aizawa cannot fucking stand being around him and will growl if he is on TV. Hizashi may seem calm, but he really wants him to pay for what he did to Shoto. Toshinori will straight up confront Enji, grabbing him and threatening him despite his frail body. None of this even phases Enji though until he takes the spot as #1 and slowly realizes how fucked he is.

     When they get dorms, Aizawa and Hizashi are over in an instant with nesting material for Shoto. Some old band shirts of Hizashis, a couple of Aizawas’ hoodies, and blankets like none other. Once they get inside, Aizawa teaches him how to make a nest and explains why they’re important to Omegas. He also gave him some of his and Hizashis’ clothes just because he noticed how calm he is around the two, as if they were really his parents. Shoto often wears those in his room or to bed since they make him feel safe and honestly, very loved too.

     And that’s how Aizawa and Hizashi accidentally adopted Shoto Todoroki. He has their numbers in his phone (And texts them way more than he does Enji) and even trains under them. After the Midterms, Aizawa decides to teach him some skills he learned along the way. Hizashi actually taught him how to work at his radio station, showing him what plays what song, the commercials, and even the room where he does his morning show. Hell, he even gave Shoto a launchpad and one of his computers so he could try making music himself. It never fails to make Hizashi smile when Shoto stays after class to show him the newest song he worked on. Aizawa doesn’t show favoritism in class, but he does go out of his way after to make sure that Shoto understood the lesson, if not, then he would be welcome in his classroom during lunch or they could discuss it after school.

    Okay okay this is all I’ll spill for now, but yes. Your headcanon is so good, and I agree completely

[hyperpsychomaniac]

The Other Side of Me - Chapter 5

Darkwing Duck Fanfiction (90s Series)

The Negaverse Launchpad arrives in Saint Canard and announces his intention to take down Darkwing Duck in preparation for Negaduck’s arrival. Darkwing refuses to take the threat seriously, so Launchpad decides to take on his stronger, crazier, and downright dangerous counterpart himself.

Read Chapter 1 first.

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Launchpad woke to the faint sound of drizzle outside. Morning light, hazy and subdued as it forced its way through the cloud layer above, seeped around the edges of the living room curtains. Launchpad carefully sat up, but the movement still made him draw in a quick breath. He pushed his fingers through the feathers on his chest and gingerly felt each of his ribs. None were broken. But it felt like the other Launchpad had managed to ram his boot into each and every one.

There were clean clothes on the coffee table and Launchpad pulled them on, thankful his jacket zipped up and he didn’t have to try get it over his head. Then he headed for the bathroom. He washed his face carefully, working around the plaster Gosalyn had stuck over his beak. He slowed as he finished then looked at his battered face staring back at him in the mirror. His shoulders slumped.

“Launchpad, what the heck were you thinking? Idiot.” His double wasn’t him. He was meaner, crazier. Stronger. He couldn’t be talked out of betraying Negaduck. But Launchpad had sold out the location of Darkwing Tower in a heartbeat.

Launchpad straightened. “Oh no, DW.” He rushed out of the bathroom. He’d heard action in the kitchen. He threw open the kitchen door and it flung back into the wall behind it with a sharp whack.

Gosalyn stood on a stool in front of the stove, her face screwed up in concentration as she fought to stir a pot of porridge.

“Gosalyn, where’s your dad?”

“Launchpad!” Gosalyn knocked the edge of the pot and left it wobbling precariously for a split second as she leapt off the stool. She rushed over and threw her arms around Launchpad’s middle.

Launchpad grunted, but returned the hug on instinct. “Gos, your dad…”

“It’s okay. He got the message. He came back.”

“Is he…”

“Now, sit down! I’m making you breakfast.” Gosalyn rushed back to the pot of porridge and turned down the heat just in time to stop it boiling over.

Launchpad felt some of the tension leave his shoulders. Drake was home; he’d have a chance to talk to him. They’d be able to fix this. He’d probably get mad. Darkwing Tower would be compromised, but at least he was safe. Launchpad put a hand to his head and wandered over to the fridge. He paused, then opened the freezer instead and pulled out a bag of frozen peas.

“Launchpad! This is breakfast porridge. Not soup. You can’t put peas in here. Besides, you’re not the one cooking. Sit down!”

“It’s not for the soup… porridge…” Launchpad slumped into a chair at the kitchen table and pressed the bag to his swollen eye. The cold stung but it was a welcome distraction from the ache he felt practically everywhere else.

Gosalyn finished the porridge and put the pot on the table, along with a couple of bowls and some spoons.

“Thanks, Gos. But I’m not sure I can stomach food right now.”

“Well, that’s a first. You want some orange juice?”

Launchpad nodded. The juice she brought him tasted like citrus, and copper mixed with antiseptic. Launchpad hiccupped as it hit the back of his throat. He groaned and shifted the bag of peas onto his beak. He shouldn’t have to worry about juice hurting him. It wasn’t fair.

“Aw, Launchpad.”

“I’m okay.” Everything was going to taste weird until he got all the gunk out of his throat anyway, so he may as well push his way through the juice.

Gosalyn spooned a huge helping of porridge into her own bowl, but she kept glancing across at Launchpad. He wasn’t sure if she really was that hungry, or if she was doing something to avoid looking at him. He reached out and brushed his knuckles on her sleeve. “Hey, kiddo? Thanks.”

Gosalyn started scraping down the sides of the pot with far too much gusto. “It’s just juice,” she mumbled. “You bought it.”

“No, I mean for last night. Thanks for… for sitting up with me.” Launchpad swallowed and dropped his gaze to his orange juice. “I really needed someone. Thanks for just, you know, being there for me.”

Gosalyn dropped the pot to the table with a clang and threw her arms around Launchpad’s neck. She buried her face against his shoulder. “Launchpad, you really scared me.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

Gosalyn sniffed. “It’s not your fault. But don’t do something like… whatever you went and did again, okay? I know you and Dad had a fight. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. You’re not just our sidekick, you’re part of this family too.”

Launchpad gulped at the lump in this throat.

“Aw, Launchpad.”

Launchpad wiped at his eyes. “I’m fine. It’s just this juice. It tastes really awful.”

“There’s nothing wrong with the juice. I’m just glad your home safe.”

“I’m glad your Dad is home safe. When I… aw, it’s doesn’t matter. When do you think he’ll be up? I need to talk to him.”

“Dad went back out.”

Launchpad’s stomach dropped. “What? When… where?”

“To find jerkface! After what he did to you…” Gosalyn pounded a fist on the table. “If I didn’t have to stay here and look after you, I would’ve gone myself and punched him in the face!”

Launchpad’s chair skittered back from the table. He began to pace. “No… I… we told him he had to come home.” He spun back around. “What did you put in the message?”

“I put what I said I would. And you agreed. That you were hurt, and he had to come home.”

“Then why’d you let him go back out?”

Gosalyn jabbed a finger at him. “Hey! You didn’t exactly give me much information. All you said was that you’d screwed up.”

Launchpad put a hand to his face.

“Launchpad,” said Gosalyn, her voice softening. “What happened?”

“I… I told Launchpad where to find Darkwing Tower.” Saying it out loud made his stomach knot up again. Launchpad kept his hand up, hiding his eyes. He could not bring himself to pull it away and see the look of disappointment that was surely on Gosalyn’s face. “I betrayed DW.”

A few cruelly long seconds passed, and then Gosalyn finally spoke. “Jerkface beat you up. It’s okay if you were scared and you didn’t know what else to do.”

Launchpad huffed, and gestured to his face. “This? This is nothing. Launchpad could’ve tossed me around that hanger all night and I wouldn’t have done a thing to put DW in danger. But I… I just didn’t have any choice… I…”

“Launchpad! Just tell me what happened!”

“He was going to come here!” Launchpad gulped deep breaths. It made his chest ache. “He was going to come here. He’d almost figured out our house must’ve been in the same place as Negaduck’s.” He shrugged. “So, I told him where Darkwing Tower was. Figured it I made it easy for him he wouldn’t keep thinking about the house.”

Gosalyn’s jaw dropped. “You tricked him?”

“Yeah, I guess. Wish I’d been smart enough to think of something that wouldn’t put DW in danger though.”

“You should’ve told me this last night.”

“I know.” Launchpad’s shoulders slumped. “I just… I just couldn’t.”

Gosalyn took his hands. “It’s okay. But Dad sounded like he was going to go looking for jerkface. He may not have even gone to Darkwing Tower yet.”

“We need to check.” Launchpad grabbed the remaining juice and downed it. He winced. “Man, that’s foul.” Then he headed for the living room. Gosalyn was right on his tail. “Gos, wait, you need to stay here.”

“Why?!”

“Because… because you can’t actually beat me in an arm wrestle.”

Gosalyn glared at him and folded her arms.

“And I couldn’t beat Launchpad, so, you know.” Launchpad squeezed her shoulder. “You know one day you’ll be big enough to have my back. And your dad’s. We just need to keep you safe until then.”

“I suppose.”

“I’ll be careful. I promise.”

***

Darkwing brough the Ratcatcher to a halt inside Darkwing Tower. He dismounted and flung off his helmet, which had done absolutely nothing to keep him dry, and hung his head. He was tired, disheartened, and soggy. And he had accomplished nothing. Maybe it had been too much to hope that he would simply run into the Negaverse Launchpad. It looked like he would have to talk to Launchpad to find out where he had found his doppelganger. And apologise. After what his double, and after what Darkwing’s own inability to have a little trust or at least simply listen to his friend, had done, Darkwing hoped his sidekick was up to both.

The clatter of a tool brought Darkwing’s head up. “Launchpad?” he asked automatically. He wandered over to the Thunderquack. “Huh. Something must’ve slipped.” He frowned. “That’s weird. I thought this thing got a lot more trashed. LP must’ve fixed most of it before he got the crazy idea to hunt down that lunatic.”

“One of us fixed it anyway.”

Darkwing spun around at the familiar voice. His hands balled into fists at his side. And stayed there. It should’ve been easy to lay into the low life who had left Launchpad battered and bruised on Drake’s living room sofa. But the duck that leered back at him was still Launchpad, and Darkwing suddenly found he couldn’t quite bring himself to tear into him. So much for retribution. “You…” Darkwing stabbed a finger at the other Launchpad. “How dare you beat up my sidekick. What did he ever do to you?”

Launchpad stood with his hands behind his back. The corner of his beak turned up into a grin. “Apart from insult me? You know he tried to give me one of his stupid aeroplanes? That’s not how you win a fight. And I don’t need a bloody aeroplane! If I wanted one, I wouldn’t have burned all of mine, would I? He thought that would get me to betray Negaduck. What a loser.”

Oh, Launchpad. Of all the crazy things. His sidekick hadn’t gone to fight his double. “He tried to help you? That’s why you beat him up?”

Launchpad shrugged. “Well, that’s how it started. Then I figured I could get him to talk.” He laughed. It was the same dorky laugh as his Launchpad, and it made Darkwing shudder. “He gave up the location of this place in a heartbeat.”

“Because,” said Darkwing, his hands shaking, “you beat the crap out of him.”

“He gave it up because he’s a coward. No backbone, and no follow through. And he thinks I need help?”

“He thinks I need help,” Darkwing parroted back. “Cut the crap. Launchpad took you on, by himself. Which don’t get me wrong, was super dumb. But it sure doesn’t make him a coward. Meanwhile, you’ve just been running around destroying things, making threats, and beating the crap out of the one person who might have cut you a bit of slack. Launchpad is twice the duck you are!”

Launchpad’s maniac grin had been slowly draining from his face as Darkwing spoke. “Don’t you get it?” he exploded. “He failed you. He was supposed to have your back and he sold you out.”

Darkwing shrugged. “Yeah, well, I haven’t really had his back tonight either.”

“What the hell is wrong with you? Negaduck would never… argh! I don’t need anyone to feel sorry for me, far less me… him. I don’t need anyone’s sympathy!”

“Fine by me pal.”

Launchpad drew in deep breaths, steadily bringing the rage which had overtaken him back under control. He glared at Darkwing, and then that grin came back to his face. “You can taunt me all you like. But you know all its gonna accomplish? Once I’ve got McQuack crying in a heap on the floor, cradling your burnt and blackened body in his arms, I’ll just beat him up some more.”

Darkwing threw himself at the Negaverse Launchpad. Launchpad swung out his arm, the heavy wrench he’d concealed behind his back swinging out in a wide arc. It slammed into Darkwing’s skull. The world went dark.

***

Rain seeped in and left puddles under the high stone windows. Darkwing Tower seemed empty. And quiet. The two ducks Launchpad had expected to see, one he had hoped for, and the other dreaded, were not there. But something else was missing.

“Where’s the Thunderquack?” said a voice behind him.

Launchpad yelped and whirled around. Then grunted and put a hand to his chest. Gosalyn blinked up at him. “Aw, Gos,” he said, a little thinly, “I thought I told you to stay home?”

“I know. But then I realised you said jerkface beat you, and you might be able to beat me, but you can’t beat him, so that means you still need back up. I wasn’t going to fight him though.” She scuffed a shoe across the floor. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you jump. You okay?”

Launchpad carefully let out the breath he’d been holding and let his chest relax. “Yeah. He’s not here anyway. Neither is DW. And you’re right; the Thunderquack’s gone.”

Gosalyn wandered over to Launchpad’s toolbox, which sat where he usually parked the Thunderquack. “Are you sure you just didn’t misplace it?”

“I’m not that absent minded. Not today anyway. It was right here, practically in pieces. Launchpad’s taken it. He’s way too obsessed with planes. Heh. Can’t believe I’d ever say that.”

“I thought you said he burnt his?”

“Yeah, because Negaduck made him. That’s one of the reasons I wanted to help him. I figured if I offered him one of my planes, so he’d have something he obviously really cares about again… but then he just flipped.” Launchpad swallowed hard and rubbed at his chest. “I mean, DW can be difficult. But I can’t believe how Negaduck’s treated Launchpad. I was sure if I gave him another option, he’d take it. But I don’t think he could.”

Gosalyn dug amongst Launchpad’s tools, scattering bolts across the floor. “It still doesn’t excuse what he did to you.”

Launchpad watched the bolts roll every which way. He didn’t have the energy to complain about the mess Gosalyn was making, or question why. “I know. But, Gos, sometimes people get hurt and then they try and hurt other people and… well, it’s not going to help anyone by hurting him back. He needs help, and it doesn’t look like anyone else is here for him.”

Gosalyn didn’t reply but instead tipped half his socket set across the floor. Then she came up with a piece of paper in her hands.

“Maybe he decided he did want an aeroplane, and just took the Thunderquack? Which wasn’t really what I was offering, and DW’s going to be even madder at me. But I guess it’s better than him trying to hurt him.”

“Launchpad…” Gosalyn shoved the paper into his hands.

The writing was terrible, but legible. Familiar, but not. “I’m going to burn everything you care about. Come try stop me.”  Launchpad read out.

“He wants to burn your planes now too? Is that why he took the Thunderquack?”

Launchpad’s blood ran cold. “DW.”

“Wait, he’s going to burn Dad?”

The Ratcatcher had been left behind. Launchpad threw his leg over the bike, wincing, but gritted his teeth and ignored the strain the movement caused.

Gosalyn leapt into the sidecar.

“Gos…”

“I’m coming with you! We have to stop jerkface. And look what happened last time you went after him alone. And it’s Dad…”

Launchpad didn’t have the time to argue with her. “You stay back, okay? I let anything happened to you and DW will do worse to me than Launchpad did.”

“Deal.”

***

The rain held up, for now. The Ratcatcher’s tyres sliced through puddles of water. It took every ounce of Launchpad’s willpower to drive slow enough they didn’t risk spinning out on wet corners. He brought them skittering to a halt outside the hanger and dismounted with a grimace. Gosalyn sat up in the sidecar.

“Gosalyn, no. You really have to stay put this time.”

“But, Launchpad. Dad!”

Launchpad gently put his hand on her shoulder until she sat back down. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure he’s safe.”

“He’s not the only one I’m worried about. You already know you can’t fight jerkface.”

“I’m not planning to.”

“Launchpad, he’s not you!”

Launchpad faced the hanger and squared his shoulders. “No, he’s not. But you need to stay out here, call for help if we need it. But don’t worry. I’m getting DW out of this.”

Launchpad cautiously pushed open the hanger’s big double doors. There was the Thunderquack. She was parked inside, up the back. “DW?” It was almost as quiet as Darkwing Tower had been. The rest of his planes were still uncovered but the ones parked out at the edges of the hanger had been moved in closer. They were all crowded up around the Thunderquack, like some kid had lined up his collection of toys for display. “Launchpad?” He sniffed the air. He could smell petrol. More than the faint aroma that was usually left around a hanger. “Oh, man.”

Something scraped from on top of the Thunderquack. Then: “If you don’t get me off of this right now you…”

“DW!” Launchpad ran around the planes, to where he’d heard his friend’s voice. There, on top of the Thunderquack, Darkwing was duct taped right above the canopy. And he was not happy about it.

Darkwing tugged and strained. He wrenched his head around, and his gaze fell on Launchpad. He slumped in his bonds. “Launchpad, you’re okay.”

“More or less. What are you doing up there?”

Darkwing rolled his eyes. “LP, I don’t want to be up here. Your buddy jumped me in Darkwing Tower.”

Launchpad moved to the front of the plane and put his hands up on the nose. Usually it wouldn’t be too much effort for him to climb up. But even stretching that far made his chest ache. He strained for a brief moment, but then grunted and let his arms fall back to his sides. He hung his head. “I know. I… I told Launchpad where it was. I’m sorry.”

“Aw, LP. This isn’t your fault. I should’ve listened to you about that sociopath; that’s the reason I’m stuck up here. But maybe that’s something we can talk about later? Can you make it up here?”

“Give me a second.”

“Oh, come on!” A fist pounded on the fractured railing above. A piece of timber splintered and fell to the floor. “Guess I’m going to have to get this show on the road myself.” The Negaverse Launchpad pulled out a lighter and ignited it with a grin.

Darkwing gulped. “Um, LP? Just to put this in context: he has completely soaked these planes in petrol.”

“Launchpad! Don’t.”

Launchpad let the lighter flick off. “I won’t. Not yet. So, what do you say; you ready for another round? I’ll give you another chance to beat me. I’ll even go bare fisted this time, so it’s fair.”

Darkwing snorted. “Fair? Are you kidding? He can’t fight you in the condition he’s in. Guess we know who the real coward is.”

“I’m not a pussy!”

Launchpad gritted his teeth. “DW, I don’t need to fight him.”

“Wait, you’re just going to let me burn him?” Launchpad ignited the lighter again. “Wow. And I thought you had no fight when you betrayed him.”

The words knotted Launchpad’s guts up again. He knew he was being toyed with. The taunts, the beating. But he’d also seen that vulnerable look on his double’s face. The aggression was a defence. He couldn’t let DW get killed. And he wouldn’t, even if he had to fight again, even with how much his body already hurt. But he could see right through this guy, and he wouldn’t back down because of the threats, or because he feared getting beat up again. Launchpad raised his voice: “My offer still stands!”

The Negaverse Launchpad lowered the lighter; the grin slipped from his face. The lighter flicked itself off. He didn’t seem to notice. “What?”

“I’ll help you fix up one of these planes. Or if you don’t want that, anything else that will actually help…”

“You pushed me too far last time! Do it again and all this goes up in flames.”

Launchpad shook his head. “You won’t burn these planes. Not again.”

“Again…”

“Look at them, Launchpad!” Launchpad jabbed a finger at the carefully arranged line up. “You could’ve hacked half of these into a nice pile of kindling. You didn’t. You’ve got them all out on display.”

The Negaverse Launchpad swallowed hard. Then he laughed, but his voice trembled. “Can you believe this, Darkwing? I beat the crap out of him, and he’s still plying this line. He really is stupid, huh? And this is the guy you’re counting on to not let you fry to a crisp.”

Darkwing looked his sidekick right in the eye as he replied. “I don’t know, jerkface. I think he might just have your number. I trust him.”

Something rose up inside Launchpad’s chest at Darkwing’s words, and it almost made him forget the pain in his ribs. He straightened up and squared his shoulders. “What do you say? Come down, and we’ll talk.”

The Negaverse Launchpad glared at Darkwing. His brow creased, and he shook his head. “What… what the hell is wrong with you? This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. You’re not supposed to… he screwed up. How can you just trust him? He didn’t even have to do anything!”

Launchpad felt the tension start to leave his shoulders. He’d been right about Launchpad. And Darkwing had his back again. “Launchpad, Negaduck isn’t here. He can’t make you burn these planes. I’m not going to put you in a spot where you have to either. I’m giving you an out, buddy. Just take it!”

“Don’t you get it? He’s not Darkwing. He won’t just forgive me if I screw up again.” The Negaverse Launchpad flicked on the lighter and dropped it onto the planes below.

Next chapter

[mochuelovelli]

GAAAAHHH OKAY

Let's talk about the Timephoon Episodes

This is such an old topic of discourse but after reading many fanfics, videos, and some posts on the subject I have found little divergent takes on the whole subject.

While commentators are of the mind that, for the most part, the punishment and execution of said punishment for Louie's actions were partially if not fully justified but how she went about it was wrong.

Some fanfic writers and some subsects of the fandom but they are much more critical and often in a more black and white interpretation. Which is valid for vent art. However, I find both these portrayals to be lacking in some nuance.

Specifically when it it comes to who's to blame for the next 3 episodes, and to me, its more than just Della (and Louie but there really isn't much discourse here).

Let's start with Timephoon:

This pretty much solidifies their relationship throughout the episode[Also sorry for no captions]. Multiple times Della is shown to have a very laissez faire style of parenting as she primarily wants her kids to enjoy being kids and having fun. This is probably in part to her personality in general - which is probably what Beakley assumes here - however it is also her want to be loved by her children and even more critically, she doesn't ever want them to suffer like she did. Above all else, she wants them to be happy and feel confident in themselves. We see this in all the previous episode with her and her kids - From Dewey and reassuring him that he doesn't need to prove himself to her [notably in this episode she only shows concern when Dewey himself is in danger, she doesn't give a shit when he almost kills her] to Huey and helping him to have the most fun he possibly can, to even Webby and making sure that she also feels confident in herself regardless in how she goes about things.

Bringing up all these adventures does raise some pretty damning hypocrisy. Della encourage Dewey's reckless behavior in his episode. The lesson at the end wasn't, okay maybe we shouldn't be going on dangerous adventures, it was its okay to be afraid and you don't need to prove to me that you're great I already know you are. Huey's message was similar, albeit more low stakes. Webby's lesson wasn't even that she shouldn't be trying to take such risks to find adventure in the future, it was just a lesson in not being disappointed when things don't work the way you want.

So why wasn't Louie's adventure treated the same? Well... let's look at some more examples of Beakley V Della this episode before we answer that -

This is right before the kids find Bubba, Beakley's reaction is what most people would consider to be parental as she is concerned for the safety of the kids running out in a hurricane. Again we see Della acting casual.

Once Bubba is inside and Huey geeks out about him, Beakley actually smiles bc she knows that something like this means a lot to Huey [keep this in mind for l8r]. She only gets serious after Della says it's neat without much after thought so she gives the lesson of the episode - "Small problems become big problems later if not prevented early."

Next we have Della's faux attempt at being strict with her kids. Letting the irresponsible thing happen as long as they are "safe". While also harkening back to her previous episodes where she also is shown to have this attitude that "the kids can do anything as long as they are safe with ME or Scrooge or another SAFE adult", it is also good to note SCROOGE'S expression here to her patting herself on the back for her parenting. Now he could just be confused as to why Della is taking this "lesson" as a win, but he could be noticing that she really doesn't know what she is doing but unlike Beakley doesn't make any attempts to correct this.

Another scene that people often forget when reviewing this episode, just like with all her other kids she at first takes LOUIE'S side and decides they should just roll with the punches like always. Which honestly is sort if valid because that's kinda Scrooge's whole MO; though he also had others to there to keep him afloat but we all know someone like Scrooge, Della, and the kids hardly see that. I also want to hammer home that, just like with the other boys, she doesn't shy away from displaying that she loves them ALL. A few seconds later, it's subtle but she is shown smiling and patting Louie on the head because like the other kids she just wants him to feel supported. If I was to be critical, I would say this is possibly because she likes the IDEA of her boys more than them but I mean - this is pretty much everyone's attitude towards kids. It might be amplified bc of her trauma but it's not unusual. But even still I would argue that she mainly does love the boys for who they are as she is excited to get to know them.

After Della figures that they are looking for a "master thief", Scrooge and Beakley immediately know it's one of the kids. Shocking her since she later states she is of the belief that her kids are too "good" to do something like this. I also want to bring attention, again, to Beakley smiling (ik im putting a lot of stock into expressions but animation tends to do stuff like this for a reason). She is smiling at whom she expects is Dewey for messing with time and space. Bc even if she planned to scold him, she knows it's just their normal. Scrooge seems to also be of the same mind. Later Beakley gives a really good line about "Even good kids can do dumb things. We got to make sure those dumb things don't turn into bad things like destroying all of existence!".

Mrs. B exists stage right

All jokes aside, this must have been a nightmare for all of them but especially Della. She had just finally admitted that she was out of her depth and made another mistake in parenting. But now it seems like she lost her chance to rectify that. Because for all she knows, Mrs. B will never come back. This is import-ALLRIGHTWEGETIT

Della is then shown explicitly worried about her family. Emotions, insecurities and fear obviously getting the best of her. We don't know exactly what she is thinking but we know she is terrified of the possibility of losing one of her kids. When she asks about Louie, she probably thinks he must have disappeared without her knowing. That she might have already failed more than she could know, because she wasn't there to protect him. She doesn't know - she is "Della Duck" and she doesn't know how to fix this. She didn't expect everything to go so horribly wrong, but that's her theme isn't it?

She is both relieved and understandably PISSED when finding that Louie was responsible for almost destroying the fabric of reality (let me say this again, nearly destroying the fabric of reality). She goes scold both herself and her son about the danger he put them in. Later we see Della, the last one leave and seeing almost everyone she loves vanish. We don't know how long each of the characters who left were in the past but we can assume it was long enough to have to change clothes. Yeah this was probably more of a visual gag but like, the other past characters didn't change their outfits when they came to the present so - (also Launchpad was specific about knowing how the world ends so he had to be there enough for him to understand it). Side note someones gotta write fanfic of these characters time misadventures. I wonder if Dewey and Webby ran into Agent 22.

[Last picture of the infamous scene, side note did anyone notice Launchpad NODDING his head when Della mentioned his time schemes could've cost them their future? He's the only one who knows what happened so maybe Louie's misadventure has more impact than we think-]

Anyways, yeah we know what was said here. But I think it's important to see the reaction the other adults (sorry LP, and Gryo i GUESS) have here BC this is basically why I made this post. What Della decided to do was unquestionably the wrong decision, at least her way of going about it and I will not absolve her of her many MANY mistakes. However, let's remember she wasn't alone in any of this. She was with other parental figures who KNOW more about her kids than she does.

After Louie leaves, why did they think it was good to encourage this course of action? Why did they think giving full parental control to a PTSD, trauma survivor who barely got back less than a month ago was a good idea? Sure it's one thing to not want to overstep your boundaries but are you telling me they wouldn't want to guide her in the right direction at least? We KNOW both Beakley AND Scrooge have their grievences towards Della's parenting strategy or lack there of. Beakley so far doing the most to try and put her in the right direction (which speaks volumes to the problems Scrooge has).

So why wouldn't they explain that, hey, maybe taking away the one thing your kid thinks he is good at ISNT a great idea? Why didn't either say anything about their two day vacation? Something that came up presumingly on a whim and might of prevented (although i doubt it) Louie from trying to steal w/ time? He might have considered pushing back time schemes at least 3 days later. While Mrs. Beakley might be less aware of Louie's insecurities and ambitions, Scrooge definitely isn't. He should have talked to her, and hey we don't see what happens before they leave so maybe MAYBE they did. But again, I doubt it. Seeing as how they all agreed with her at the end, I don't see them trying to meddle with her.

But they should've. They are both experienced guardians and they have nothing to say to her? Plus Donald (goddamn it i almost finished a post w/o him) have THEM responsibility to take care of the kids NOT Della. So they are obligated to help her. Really, the other option other than just well negligence would be not thinking this punishment was a big deal. I wish this aspect was also scrutinized just as much as Della and Louies role in this arc.

Beakley and Scrooge (more so Scrooge) are just as much to blame in what happens as Della if not MORE since they know of her situation in only a way that an experience adult can. There is no excuse for their negligence.

[maribatshipper]

Ducktales reader insert oneshot

Scrooge walks into a ball with his nephews close behind.

"Why are we here, Uncle Scrooge?" Dewey asks, not liking his suit.

"As upstanding citizens of note, it's our responsibility to support Duckburg's cultural institutions. I told ye this last time." Scrooge frowns.

Suddenly, Scrooge stops in shock.

"What is it Uncle Scrooge? Goldie? Glomgold?" Louie asks.

Scrooge doesn't answer, but just stares at a woman who's hijacked the music. She has (H/C), (E/C), is (Height), and 4 people behind her. She starts singing.

"North South East and West! Let's get this party groovin' North South East and West! Let's get our bodies movin' North South East and West! Let's get ready and go! Whoa!

North South East and West! Let's get this party groovin' North South East and West! Let's get our bodies movin' North South East and West! Let's get ready and go! Whoa!

I could climb a steep volcano! (Ooh ah, Ooh ah.) Or journey to the sun! (Whoo) Discover hidden treasures! (Ooh). Our adventure has begun! (Yipee)

Come with us and take a trip! Come with us adventuring! Follow your dreams! Follow your heart! Follow the journey, make a start!

North South East and West! Let's get this party groovin' North South East and West! Let's get our bodies movin' North South East and West! Let's get ready and go! Whoa!

North South East and West! Let's get this party groovin' North South East and West! Let's get our bodies movin' North South East and West! Let's get ready and go! Whoa!

I could be a jackaroo! "G'day". Kick my heels up high (yee-hah!) Take off in a big balloon (woah)! And float across the sky (wow)

Come with us and take a trip! Come with us adventuring! Follow your dreams! Follow your heart! Follow the journey, make a start!

North South East and West! Let's get this party groovin' North South East and West! Let's get our bodies movin' North South East and West! Let's get ready and go! Whoa!

North South East and West! Let's get this party groovin' North South East and West! Let's get our bodies movin' North South East and West! Let's get ready and go! Whoa!"

The boys all stare as the girl and her friends bow.

"Thank you, Duckburg! You're too kind!" the (E/C) duck smiled.

Scrooge glares as the girl finishes talking with her friends and walks over.

"(Y/N)(L/N)." Scrooge growls.

"Scrooge McDuck. Lovely to see you again. How long has it been?" She smiles.

"How long have you two known each other?" Huey asks.

(Y/N) looks over to the boys.

"Oh, when did you get hitched, Scrooge?" (Y/N) smirks.

Louie, who has been drinking Pep, suddenly spits out the Pep in shock.

"We're not his-"

"What?!"

"How could you think-"

(Y/N) laughs at the Triplets responses, interrupting them.

"I was teasing. I doubt it's possible for him to have kids nowadays." (Y/N) giggles.

Scrooge grumbles. (Y/N) sighs, "I thought you would've been happier to see me after I saved you in Pandemonium. But you always think I'm like Goldie."

Suddenly, Goldie shows up.

"Speak of the literal devil." Louie growls.

(Y/N) gives him a questioning glance.

"Don't ask."

"Hello, Scroogie. (Y/N)." Goldie smirks.

(Y/N) smirks, "Did you hear that, kids? That's the sound of the rare, 2 faced, fox-tailed, Gold Digger."

That got a laugh out of Scrooge. Goldie tapped (Y/N).

"What do you want, Goldie? Oh, and give me back my earrings, rings, bracelets, necklace, comb, watch, and anything else you have stolen." (Y/N) glares.

Dewey whispers, "She's just as good as Uncle Scrooge."

"How do you know I stole those pieces of jewelry? I didn't even notice you bring that bee comb." Goldie frowns.

(Y/N) smirks, "How did you know it was the bee comb and not one of my other combs?"

Goldie glares.

"An old slip of the tongue. I love it when the universe hates my enemies." (Y/N) smirks as she takes her stuff back. "So, Scrooge, my friend, care to dance?"

Scrooge smiles, "With pleasure, lass."

(Y/N) grabs Scrooge's hand and leads him to the dance floor for a waltz.

"So, tell us more about (Y/N), Goldie." Dewey smirks.

Goldie ignores him and walks off.

*Your POV:*

You smile at Scrooge. Last time you danced with him was so long ago you can't remember.

"This is nice. Remember last time we did this?" you ask.

"Last time we did this, ye were a wee bit shorter." Scrooge points out.

You roll your eyes. Same old Scrooge.

"You always thought I was a backstabber like Goldie. Didn't you notice all the packages sent to your office after our adventures? They had valuable things in them. One of them was a gold nugget that weighed at least two of me. That was me. I always left you all my gold I found."

"Why, lass? Ye could've been rich like me." Scrooge asks, confusion all over his face.

You laugh, "Rich? That hasn't been my need. I only buy what I need, only get as much money as I need. I adventure without spending a penny. The only money I spend is on clothes and food. Especially my shoes. Those rocks have already torn through 27 different shoes in 1 week. Give me an adventure with you and your family. I'm sure Donald would be surprised to see me."

Scrooge sighs, "Alright. Tomorrow, come to the mansion. I'll get Beakley to let you in."

***

You were on an adventure with the whole Duck family. You smiled at the pilot, Launchpad. He was funny. Suddenly, the sand collapsed underneath all of you. You hold your breath as someone grabs your wrist, pulling you out of the sand.

"Anyone else getting Deja Vu?" Huey asks.

You spit the sand out of your mouth and rub it out of your eyes to see gold trinkets everywhere. You pick some up to examine it. The kids gasp in awe.

"Don't get your hopes up kids. This isn't real stuff." you sigh.

Scrooge asks, "How do-"

Louie frowns, "She's right. It's Fools gold."

Dewey smirks, "That means there's more deeper down."

"Careful honey!" Della exclaims.

You sit down, watching as they examine every piece of treasure to see if it is all fools gold. You pick some up and shove them in your pocket. Just because it's fools gold doesn't mean that it won't be worth some money to some people. Maybe you could give some to that Doofus Drake kid. He won't care.

"Why aren't ye helping the kids?" Scrooge asks.

"Because I'm not a giant booby trapped gold temple hunter. I have only done small treasure hunts since my last adventure with you." You smile.

Suddenly, you hear a creaking. You push Scrooge away just as a giant hammer comes out, throwing you into a wall.

"Gah!" You scream in pain as you fall to the floor.

Donald is the first face you see. You sit up.

"Well, now I have a story to tell. Almost squashed by a giant hammer. That's not bad way to lose a lung." You joke, then inhale in pain.

"What's the big idea!?" Donald's grinding voice orders.

You sigh, "I pushed your uncle out of the way, Donald."

"I think that's enough for ye, today." Scrooge frowns.

You laugh, "Come on. I'm fine. Just don't let me dance for a few hours."

You have always been a stubborn girl. Suddenly, another creaking is heard, only this time, it's near Webby.

"Look out!" you yell as a giant axe flies towards the young duck.

You gasp as she dodges the axe. You then black out.

***

You wake up to see you're back on the plane.

"Oh, (N/N), how do you get yourself into situations like this?" You ask yourself.

You groan in pain and lift your shirt a little to see a giant bruise on your chest.

"Good thing I learned first aid last month." You wince.

"How are you feeling miss (L/N)?" You hear Launchpad ask.

"Just fine. I guess Ourobourous was an ambitious first adventure." You smile with mischief in your eyes.

"Aye, Lass. But that won't stop ye, will it?" Scrooge asks.

You turn and tease in an awful Scottish accent, "Ye cannae stop me."

The kids laugh.

"Will we be getting an Aunt, Uncle Scrooge?" Dewey asks.

You blush, thinking, not about Scrooge, because he is more like a dad to you, but more about Launchpad and Donald.

"You'd have to wait and see, kids. But not to Scrooge, here."

I had written this quite a while ago. You can find it on Home Base by the Scholastic Website or Wattpad. Please leave a comment, or something to let me know you are reading and enjoying my stories!

[araminakilla]

Posible Ducktales season 2 finale timeline according to trailer

So, since I'm not the only one who thinks that, with all the villains gathering to destroy Scrooge and family... where does Lunaris fit in all of this? Here's my (long) theory.

Glomgold and Ma Beagle: The first allies

Those two are the classic villains than are more asociated with Scrooge and have past feuds with him.

For Glomgold, it can be the bet. Maybe he is losing and wants to take everything the real Scotish duck has without waiting any longer.

For Ma Beagle, it could be the lands problem that Scrooge had with Grandpa Beagle, or maybe they lost for real some Beagle Boys in the Duck's quest for D'jinn's lamp and they want to avenge said Beagles by killing Scrooge's closest relatives.

As other post pointed out, Glomgold actually learned something in the 87 cents episode about what makes Scrooge so sucesful, and that's his family. That's why he said in the trailer that he's looking for a family, not only to show respect to Ma and his boys, but because he really thinks gaining a villainous family is the way he could win for once and for all.

The others

Mark Beaks

The grey parrot is going to appear in an episode with Louie, Goldie, Doofus and (as I like to call him) his robot son Mini Beaks. It seems like the millenial wants something with Doofus, be it money or social status as he's in the duckling's tree house. Unfortunatly, so are Scrooge's nephew and lover, maybe to try and scam him.

Maybe at the end of the episode, Doofus doesn't want to help the parrot, and instead he will help Louie (or no one, as this incarnation of Doofus is a great pain in the... tail) making Beaks to swear revenge against the Mcduck family, an opportunity that comes with Glomgold and his alliance of terror.

Magica de Spell

The sorceress somehow has her powers back (or just basic ones) and I'm sure that she's the reason that the ducklings (and Violet) end up in some kind of dream land where everyone can wish for anything and that becomes true, kinda like Coraline's other world or Bill Cipher's bubble for Mabel.

I say this because Webby has the look of Scrooge, Violet has some books, Huey is tall, Louie just wants to be a cat (Aristocats reference, anyone?) and Dewey is popular in the school he never had the chance to go (if his looks, Dewey's costume that dances and that poster behind Magica when she's with Lena alone in the lockets who says "you can Dew it" is any indication).

Anyway, that world was created by Magica as a way to reclaim Lena again, who surely having her evil aunt back is the last thing that she wanted.

I'm pretty sure the kids end up defeating Magica again and keeping Lena, but Magica swears revenge and, just like Beaks, she is recluted by Glomgold and company, and she would have to swallow her pride and follow the South African duck... for the moment.

Don Karnage

He is an interesting case, as we haven't see him since his debut episode. I don't know how the villains can found him, as he and his crew are in the sky, but I have a theory of why they would choose him.

Simple, Dewey posted on the Internet about how he and his family fought and defeated the "not so great" captain Don Karnage, making the pirate wolf very livid and maybe ashamed about how his reputation went down faster than a malfuctioning plane after he lost to a child of all things.

The villains probably read about him on the web and wondered if he wanted to have his revenge too. They were right.

They somehow contact the Don, and not only they obtain a great swordman, but also an entire pirate crew. It's a pity they don't let the pirates sing, it could have been an interesting semi-musical episode.

The Time Tube's role

So, where does Gyro's time tube fits in all this madness? It could be:

1. The villains did it

They stole it so they can ruin Scrooge's life for the start and mess with his present.

2. Louie did it

In the trailer, we see Louie in the tub while having some treasure. Given how he screwed up things in the lamp episode, most of us theorize that he is the one behind all the time traveling stuff.

3. Gyro did it on accident

It can be that, as this is Gyro's creation after all, it went out of control itself and its presence afected the present in many ways. Or it could be that it ended up in the past and Bubba is the one doing the time traveling stuff to bring Tootsie with him while making a mess.

4. A combination of the other ones with the first one

Either Gyro, or Bubba, or Louie did it, but it was as the same time as "Glomgold's family" was attacking the Mcduck Manor.

Anyway, this will indicate the introduction of Bubba and his pet triceratops and the battle with the villains will take place.

The final result?

The ducks win, the villains lose and Gyro learns to control his time tube better for other important ocasions that, as we know, are about to happen... BIG TIME.

Lunaris' Invasion

I'm 99% sure the battle with the Moonlanders will take place after the battle with Glomgold and company.

Why? Because in this picture (in the inferior corner) we see five pictures of Scrooge's enemies. We see Magica's face, Mark's beak, Ma Beagle's nose and the other ones are Glomgold and Karnage for sure.

This could indicate that the five lost to the Duck family or they were near them at the time the alien's computer seached information about Della's clan.

There's also about a picture of Gizmoduck (pretty sure they know about his other identity too... take new notes Fenton) indicating that they are aware of the technology the Earthlings have.

And talking about superheroes, this is the moment that Launchpad and Scrooge recruit Darkwing Duck, as we can see that the Scotish one is wearing the same clothes.

All seems to indicate the battle with the aliens takes place at night in Calisota. Scrooge is charging with the help of the Ottoman Empire brothers, Emily Quackfaster, Gyro, Demonworth, Beakly, Lena, Violet (she's there too, next to Lena, she's just that small), M'ma Cabrera, Gizmoduck and Gabby McStabberson.

Penumbra and Donald: The last hope

So, it seems like Penny is becoming a good girl if the poster for season 3 is any indication. Ergo, she is the one to return Donald to his family and thanks God the lack of an orange blimp didn't change things.

Penumbra is the only one to know the true, and the only one who could stop all this invation. How? Screaming and shooting laser guns like everyone else? I don't think so. She will use the same strategy Della used with the Moon mite.

She would use kindness and a peaceful aproach. She would probably said that Della was a good person all along, that she was wrong and Lunaris is the thread to all. I'm sure that after that, the Moonlanders will stop any violence.

But what about Donald? Mister "I prefer to not have many adventures and don't appear in many episodes" is going to have. Some. Good. EPIC MOMENTS

I mean, look at him battling Lunaris and tell me you don't see the rise of the Duck Avenger. Some random alien is acusing his twin sister of treason and decides to punish her along with her boys? His boys?

He HAD IT

Lunaris is death Moon meat. Period.

When he returns to Earth, he would have a very heartwarming reunion with his boys and his sister. At last, the Duck twins are together and nothing will tear them apart again.

Scrooge's allies: Coincidence or selection?

Now, what makes us have a lot of hype apart from the epic return of our main characters after months is the return of characters that we didn't know were making a return, like Gabby McStabberson or the Living Mummies. Characters that, be for their unique design or personality make us decide for more moments with them, and we got it.

But... Why? Why them?

Aside for the fanservice aspect, there has to be another reason for that.

It could be that Scrooge had recluted Gabby and the wolf brothers and would pay them later, or simply they want to make sure their home planet isn't invaded.

Not sure about where the Ottoman Empire brothers fit in all of this. Maybe there is going to be an episode about how they reconcile with the help of one of the triplets.

Now, we got to a very interesting part (and I'm not only saying this because I'm a fan of those two)

Aliens vs Middle Eastern people

Now that's something you don't see very often. *Ahem* well, the reason this little scene is so important is because it show us that the Moonlanders are attacking Egypt.

Egypt. As in, they are not only seeking Della and her family. They are attacking all the Earth at the same time. We can be sure that the aliens are the ones attacking Amunet and D'jinn because of the yellow/golden lasers that almost hit the warrior (thanks Amunet) and are the same ones Gabby is repeling with her sword/dagger.

Also, the battle is taking part at the same time but in different places. In Duckburg is night, and in Egypt; day.

But other option is that D'jinn and the Mummies are not confronting the aliens by coincidence.

They were actually selected.

Remember the picture that shows an alien computer with the Duck family at the center and Scrooge's enemies and Gizmoduck in the corners?

Who can't say the aliens did the same with Scrooge's allies and family all around the globe?

There are a lot of golden spaceships in construction. Maybe not all of them go to Duckburg but to different parts of the World.

If the selective theory is true then that means there are going to be aliens following Fethry, Gladstone, Selene, even the Buzzards (yes please, they had it coming)

Also, in this Earth hologram under the picture of the triplets, there seems to be like a close up Earth map, maybe with the bright dots indicating where are Scrooge's allies and family now.

Be it coincidence or computer selection, one thing is for sure. Lunaris is going to make an example of all of them. His frustration about his father being a coward has made him a ruthless, merciless, alien guy who is going to prove the Moon's superiority to the World.

Now that's downright sadistic Lunaris.

When you said you wanted the Earthlings to fear you and the Moon... you really mean it.

Well, that was all I got to say about the future events of this season. Hope this helps and I can't wait for September, the Hype is killing me slowly.

[timetravelingheart]

Consequences Chapter Five: A.M. Imagine

I guess I probably should have included some type of warning when I started this series. I’m not much of a smut writer, but I may attempt it, and even if don’t, there will definitely be allusions to sex. My characters also swear. I don’t think there are any other warnings, but if there is anything that upsets you or you think deserves a warning, please let me know! 

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“I can’t believe you convinced me to come here,” Tessa nervously ran her fingers through her hair as she and Lydia got out of Lydia’s car. 

Auston had been badgering her for weeks about going out with the guys or attending one of their parties and she had been giving excuse after excuse (some legitimate, some not so much) to not attend. Somehow, over the course of the past few weeks, it appeared that the guys on the team, Auston included, had added Lydia to their socials and decided to hit her up instead, hoping for a different answer. And Lydia, being Lydia, was definitely not going to say no to a party. 

“Oh, whatever,” Lydia brushed her off. “It’s about time you hang out with Auston again. He cleared up everything about the girl at the bar, yeah?”

“Yeah, he did, but-”

“Then no buts. Just let loose and have a good time. No one is saying you have to sleep with the guy, T. But it doesn’t hurt to make more friends.”

With that, Lydia linked her hand with Tessa’s and pulled her towards the massive double doors of the Marleaus’ house. Tessa wasn’t sure what kind of party a married couple with three young kids would be hosting on a random Sunday afternoon, but she was told to bring a bathing suit and just wear comfy clothes so she figured it couldn’t be too wild. 

Before they could ring the doorbell, a beautiful woman opened the door with a big smile on her face. Christina Marleau, Tessa realized. 

“Welcome! I’m so happy you two could make it,” Christina beamed, reaching out to pull each girl into a hug. “You must be Tessa and Lydia. I’ve heard so much about you!”

“You mean you’ve heard so much about Tessa,” Lydia laughed. “It’s okay, I’ve seen the way Auston looks at her in person, and now it’s your turn.”

Christina let out a laugh, appreciating the Lydia’s bluntness. 

“Honestly, I have been so excited,” Christina pulled each girl into the foyer of her mansion. “I have never seen him like this over a girl. He’s been talking to Patrick about you ever since you turned him down. Good for you, by the way.”

“What do you mean?” Tessa asked, following her towards what she assumed was the backyard where she could hear splashing, laughter, and music. 

“Auston is used to getting what he wants with girls. I’m not saying he abuses that ‘power’ for lack of a better word, but just that if he’s interested in a girl, there’s a 99.9% chance that she’ll be interested back, sometimes just based on his name alone. So for you to come in, know who he is, and still just say no because you felt like it - that’s almost unheard of around here.”

“I wasn’t doing it to make a point,” Tessa felt uncomfortable under this stunning woman’s gaze. “I honestly just didn’t feel like saying yes. I didn’t even know anything about him at the time, other than what he does for a career.”

“Oh, that’s not what I meant at all,” Christina offered each girl a red cup for their drinks of choice. “I just meant that it was nice to hear that there are still some young girls out there who don’t just fall at the feet of a star athlete just because. Let’s join the rest of the group, shall we?” 

Christina lead them through another set of large double doors, leading to the backyard where children were swimming and playing in the pool, and many players and their significant others were all scattered around talking and drinking. It definitely wasn’t a rager, but Tessa still felt uncomfortable. This felt intimate. She almost wished this was a kegger with a bunch of random people. 

Mitch spotted the girls before anyone else, immediately standing up from his seat and pulling yet another beautiful blonde their way. 

“Ladies!” he made his way towards them and pulled each into a big bear hug. “It’s so cool that you could finally make it to an event.”

Tessa chose to ignore the ‘finally’ comment while Lydia snorted loudly. 

“It’s so nice to finally meet you both after hearing so much about you. I’m Steph,” the blonde also pulled the two girls into warm hugs. 

After chatting with Mitch and Steph for a little while, Tessa couldn’t help but wonder where Auston was. He had said to arrive for 2pm, and it was now 2:30. She did a quick scan of the space, not catching sight of him. 

“Looking for me?” Auston appeared behind her, making her nearly jump out of her skin. Tessa couldn’t help but take in his appearance, trying to convince herself that her racing heart was just from the scare, and not from being in his presence. She hated how good he looked, and when he smirked at her, she hated even more that he knew how good he looked.

“No, I was looking for a quick exit, just in case,” Tessa turned away from him and back to the group, trying not to be obvious in her momentary attraction to him.

“Just in case what?”

“Oh, you never know. You should always be prepared.”

“Uh huh, I see,” he nodded, playing along. “Hey Lydia. Have you girls met everyone yet?”

“We’ve met Christina and Steph so far,” Tessa nodded towards Mitch and Steph. 

“Well, let me introduce you to the rest of the tribe,” he put a hand on the small of her back and guided her away from their small group. Tessa instinctively reached for Lydia’s hand to drag her along as well. 

After meeting most, if not all, of the team and their significant others, Tessa was offered a seat between Auston and Freddie in a small group of them, Lydia, Will, Kasperi, Mitch, Morgan, and Steph. 

Tessa immediately felt everyone’s eyes on her, as if they were all ready to pounce. She shifted uncomfortably in her lawn chair, knowing what was to come. 

“So, Tess,” Kasperi started, winking at her, “I feel like we don’t know anything about you other than that you’ve been occupying all of our boy’s free time lately.”

“I’m sorry?” 

“He means that every time we want to play video games with Matts, he either can’t because he’s on the phone with you or he quits halfway through because you’ve finally started replying to all of the messages he sent you throughout the day,” Will offered. 

“That can’t be true,” Tessa shook her head in disbelief, eyeing a sheepish Auston. He never said anything about video games when they talked. 

“Oh, it’s definitely true,” came Freddie’s soft voice to her left. Tessa turned to him and caught his little smile. A gentle giant with a mischievous glint behind his eye. No wonder he and Auston got along so well.

“Anyway,” Steph piped in to save her, “I think what Kappy was trying to say was that we all would like to know more about you. Auston said you were getting your Masters. What’s the plan after that?”

Tessa smiled gratefully at Steph. Even though she hated being the centre of attention and didn’t feel like talking about herself, at least school was an easy topic. 

“I’m not 100% certain yet. Lydia and I still have the rest of this year, and then we’re both considering getting our doctorates. I could move up at Launchpad, but I don’t know if I see myself there beyond the next couple of years. My focus is on child development, and if I do my doctorate, I’m interested in a fellowship at SickKids.”

“Wow, that’s really impressive,” Steph replied genuinely. “What about you, Lydia?”

“Like Tess said, we’re both considering doing our doctorates. My focus is primarily on behavioural development though, so right now I’m leaning towards becoming a Behavioural Therapist. It will depend on how the rest of this year goes,” Lydia explained. 

“No wonder you turned down Matts, Tessa,” Willy laughed. “You two are way too smart for your own good. That’s really awesome.”

As the afternoon went on, the group asked Tessa and Lydia more questions about themselves, and Tessa and Lydia started to ask some back. Auston loved watching Tessa get comfortable with his friends. These people were his family for most of the year, and he wanted to make sure they liked her, though he had no doubts that they would. He was more doubtful that Tessa would still like him after his well-intentioned but annoying friends shared any and every funny story they could think to embarrass him with. Fortunately, she seemed to take it all in stride and even joined in on picking on him once in a while. He loved it. 

By the time the sun was setting, the group started to dwindle and those remaining helped clean up the backyard and the kitchen so their generous hosts weren’t left with a huge mess. 

As Tessa was walking into the kitchen to bring in some more dishes, she heard two voices and stopped in her tracks. She didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but when she heard her name, she needed to hear what was being said. 

“So you like her?” she recognized Auston’s voice asking the other person.

“I really do, man, she seems great,” Tessa now recognized that voice to be Patrick’s. Over the past few phone calls, Tessa learned how important Patrick has been to Auston and the other young guys on the team. She knew he relied on Patrick for advice on being a professional athlete, but apparently that extended to his personal life as well. 

“But?” When no response came, Auston pushed. “Come on, Patty. I really like this girl.”

Patrick sighed. Tessa braced herself. 

“I can see that you like her, bud. She just seems a little hesitant and withdrawn. She opened up quite a bit today as the day went on, and I could see that she was having fun. But she seems a little hesitant.”

“Yeah, she is. Apparently, she’s heard about my ‘reputation’ or whatever and it freaked her out. I’ve been fighting for a chance just to get to know her, let alone date her.”

“Ah, that makes sense. So she thinks you’re just going to mess around and that’s what you want with her?”

“I hope that’s not what she still thinks, but yeah, I think that’s the main reason she’s been keeping herself at a distance. She thinks I’m going to hurt her.”

“Well coming here today must have been a huge step for her then,” Patrick offered. 

“It really was! I had to go through her best friend to get her here, but I was so happy when she agreed. I think she might be willing to really give me a chance. I really like this girl, Patty. She’s all I can think about.”

Tessa sighed, not wanting to hear any more. She could hear the hope in Auston’s voice and while it was endearing, it also felt like a lot of pressure. She jingled plates in her hand purposefully, so they would know someone was entering the room. When she turned the corner, the two men looked up at her in surprise. Patrick fixed his face immediately, turning it into an easy smile, while Auston looked like a kid caught with his hand in a cookie jar. 

“Here, let me take those from you,” Patrick reached forward to take the dishes from Tessa’s hands. “Thanks for coming, Tessa. You and Lydia are welcome here any time.”

“Thank you so much for having us! You have a beautiful home and your family is so kind,” Tessa smiled sincerely, accepting a hug from the much taller man. She understood from the second Christina opened up the doors why Auston considered these people his family. They were amazing.

“Are you heading out?” Auston asked. 

“Yeah, Lydia just went out to get her car.”

“I’ll walk you out.”

“Okay, thanks again, Patrick,” she turned to wave one last time.

“Any time, Tessa.”

Auston and Tessa walked in charged silence to the front doors. Auston couldn’t help but wonder if Tessa had overheard them talking; Tessa couldn’t help but feel like she should tell Auston that she listened in. 

Neither said anything until they were out the doors, standing on the front step. 

“I’m so happy you came out today, Tess,” Auston spoke softly. “It was really good to see you again.”

“It was good to see you, too,” she spoke just as softly, not sure what was going to happen next, let alone what she actually wanted to happen. She hated that she kept thinking about what his lips and hands felt like. She hated how much she loved what he said to Patrick, and how sincere he sounded. And most of all, she hated how much she was starting to like him.

“So, do you think I could see you again? Maybe this week some time?” Auston’s hopeful voice broke her out of her reverie. 

“I have to submit my lit review by Friday and I’m working most of the week, so I’m not sure.”

“Well, you have to eat dinner regardless, right? I could swing by and pick you up and take you somewhere, or I could even just swing by with take-out for us?”

“You’re not great at taking no for an answer, are you?” 

“I didn’t hear a no anywhere in your statement,” Auston winked. 

“Touche,” she laughed. 

“Tess, I’m not trying to pressure you, and if I thought you weren’t even remotely interested, I would back off,” Auston hesitantly reached for her hand, pleased when she didn’t pull away, and linked her fingers through his. “But we talk every day either through text or calling, and you came today and hung out with everyone even though it was more of a family setting. And I know you have no problem saying no if you want to say no, so that’s gotta be a good sign. I mean, am I reading everything wrong right now?” 

Tessa hesitated, looking down at their linked hands. The calmness that washed over her at his touch terrified her, but she didn’t know how to express that. 

“No, you’re not reading everything wrong,” she finally answered, still looking down. 

Auston squeezed her hand gently and reached out with the other hand to raise her chin to connect their eyes. 

“We can go as slow as you want, Tess,” he whispered, moving closer to her. “We can start with dinner or just an ice cream date or something simple. I really don’t care what we do or where we go. I just want to spend time with you. You’re all I’ve been thinking about besides hockey ever since I met you. I don’t get it, but I’m not gonna fight it.”

Tessa let out a shaky breath. Auston squeezed her hand twice. 

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Auston repeated, unsure if he heard her correctly or if his ears were playing tricks on him.

“Mhm. Okay.”

Tessa couldn’t help but laugh as Auston’s eyes lit up and he pulled her into a tight hug. He dropped a light kiss on the top of her head, unable to hide his excitement. He pulled away from her, keeping their hands linked.

“Okay! So what day works for you? I have games Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday, and I know you mostly work days-” he paused at her sideways glance. “Do you really want to know how I know that?” Tessa just shook her head, thinking better of it. “Didn’t think so. Anyway, I know you work mostly days so that leaves Tuesday, Thursday, or Friday evening. You pick.”

“What works best for you?”

“If I pick, I’m picking Tuesday so I can see you as soon as possible. But if you have your paper due on Friday, we could do Friday instead so all of that is off your mind.”

Tessa loved and hated how accommodating he was being. She never would have pegged Auston Matthews as the thoughtful type. Her developing endearment was the only excuse she had for the answer she ended up giving.

“Well, why not both?” she offered. The look of pure glee that crossed Auston’s face was enough to let her know that she made the right decision. 

“That fucking made my entire day,” Auston reached down to pull her into another hug, lifting her slightly off of the ground and swaying gently. “How about Tuesday we do something simple like ice cream after work, and then Friday I can plan a real date for us? Gives me some time to plan!”

“Oh god, don’t go to too much trouble. I don’t need or want anything fancy,” she cringed. She definitely wasn’t the fancy type, and while she knew that money wasn’t an issue for him, she didn’t want him going out of his way. 

“Noted. I’ll see what other information I can get out of you this week to plan your perfect date,” he winked, leading her over to the passenger side of Lydia’s car. 

“Good luck with that. I’d like to see what you come up with! See you Tuesday.”

“See you Tuesday, Tess,” Auston closed the door behind her as she climbed in next to a patiently waiting Lydia, who had clearly heard the whole conversation. 

Instead of pulling out of the driveway right away, Lydia rolled down her window and stuck out her head. 

“Hey, Auston,” Lydia shouted, watching as he stopped in his tracks and turned out curiously. “I’ll take my thank you in the form of two tickets to a home game,” she winked. 

Auston barked out a laugh. He really did have Lydia to thank for a lot of things, most recently for getting Tessa to come today. Tickets were the least he could do. Hell, he was so pumped that he’d be willing to get her season tickets if she really wanted them. 

“You got’em!” he laughed as she honked the horn and pulled out of the driveway. He raised his hand to give a little wave, his heart tugging when he saw Tessa’s shy smile back. 

[maydaygirl-save-our-ships]

The Worst of Messes

When the Duck triplets first met Gosalyn Mallard they weren’t sure what to think of her. The teachers called her a problem child, she was more than a little rough around the edges, and for a brief moment that day, they weren’t sure if she was going to help them or punch them. Her family was just as odd. Her father seemed constantly irritated at everyone, as if they weren’t worth his time, and the third member of her family was...

Wait a minute... Launchpad?!?!

A fanfic mashup of 2017 Ducktales and 1991 Darkwing.

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Chapter 1: Alarm Clocks and Pancakes

“Gosalyn, it’s time to get up, sweetie.”

Gosalyn barely registered her father’s voice through the haze of sleep. She buried her face deeper into her pillow, trying to shut out the wold. She was soft and warm in her bed, and she never wanted to leave.

She didn’t remember when she drifted off to sleep again, or how long she remained asleep for, when her father’s voice broke through her peaceful slumber once again

“Gos, it’s time to get up. You’re going to be late for school.”

She winced as her father opened the curtains above her bed and sunlight mercilessly pelted her sensitive eyes. She pulled the blankets over her head to block out the light and groaned in response. He gave her another warning, which her sleepy brain didn’t fully process, before he left her room again.

When he left, Gosalyn peaked out of her blankets to glance at the clock on her nightstand. She didn’t know what he was so worried about, she still had plenty of time before school. She still had some time to sleep…. just five more minutes…

The warm embrace of sleep consumed her once again.

“Gos,” her father’s annoyed voice called from the doorway, waking her up for the third time. “You have to wake up. You don’t even have time for breakfast anymore.”

Eh, he sounded mad but he wasn’t panicking yet. She didn’t even need to eat breakfast anyway.  Just a few more minutes…

However, her father didn’t seem willing to give her a chance to drift back to sleep.

“Alright, that’s it young lady, get up this minute or face the consequences!”

Gosalyn opened one eye to see her dad standing over her bed with his hands on his hips. Curious of what these consequences were, Gosalyn closed her eyes and pretended to go back to sleep.

“Okay, you asked for it!”

Gosalyn realized too late what he was going to do.

She let out a squeal as her father mercilessly began tickling her ribs. She spasmed uncontrollably as she laughed.

“Nooo! Daaad stop!”

“I warned you, Gos.” She could hear the grin in his voice as she tried to push her father’s hands away with one hand while attempting to protect her ribs with the other.

“Fine, fine!” she gasped. “I’m getting up!”

The tickling stopped immediately and she glared up at her father who looked far too smug.

“That wasn’t fair,” she said breathlessly as she tossed off her blanket, now fully awake.

“Who said life was fair?” her father asked. “Now come downstairs and eat your breakfast.”

“I thought you said there was no time left to eat breakfast?” She glanced at her clock. School would start in ten minutes. They didn’t even have enough time to drive to the school before the first bell rang.

Her dad grinned. “I set your clock back half an hour. You normally don’t get up until the last minute, so I used that to my advantage.”

Gosalyn huffed. “Lying to your own daughter. I hope you’re happy with yourself!”

“I am,” he said simply as he kissed the top of her head. “Now come on, your pancakes are getting cold.”

After putting on a fresh set of clothes, Gosalyn made her way downstairs. She set her backpack by the kitchen table and took a seat.

Her father was hunched over the newspaper, but his eyes only seemed to be glazing over the words. It was only then that she realized how tired he looked.

“Long night, dad?” she asked as she poured syrup over her pancakes.

Startled out of his daze, her father shook his head to clear it. “That’s putting it mildly,” he said with a yawn. “Two break-ins from regular criminal scum and then I had to deal with both the Liquidator and Megavolt, and those too are a rather… shocking combination.”

Gosalyn scoffed at the pun. “Weeeell… maybe I can help you out? I’ll come along tonight night and-”

“Tonight is a school night,” he said with a frown. “And besides, it’s hard enough to get you up in the morning even without you staying up all night with me chasing down bad guys.”

“Oh come on, Dad. You know I can help!”

“Darkwing doesn’t need your help. What he needs is his daughter to go through one week of school without getting called into the principal’s office.”

Gosalyn crossed her arms stubbornly. “It was just a small prank. It’s not my fault the principal doesn’t have a sense of humor.”

“Gos,” Drake warned, giving her an unamused look. “Small pranks don’t usually result in property damage.”

“I didn’t mean for that to happen!” Gosalyn protested. “Things just got… out of hand.”

“And whose fault is that, huh? Just… no more pranks. I’m too tired to deal with your principal today. That woman gives me a headache.”

“Okay… no trip to the principal’s office and I can go crime fighting with you tonight? Sounds like a deal!”

“No… no principal's office or else your grounded, young lady.”

“That’s not fair!”

Drake sighed. “No more arguing. Now finish your breakfast.”

Gosalyn angrily stuffed another bite of pancake into her mouth. This wasn’t fair. She helped her dad out crime fighting loads of times! She was good at it and she saved his butt more times than she could count. Why was he always so stubborn about not letter her come along?

Gosalyn glanced at the empty seat at the table. She wished Launchpad was here this morning. Maybe she could have gotten him on her side. Then again, that was a pretty big “maybe”. Launchpad didn’t like taking sides between her and her dad very often, and if he did, he was likely to agree with her dad. Not that her dad ever listened to anyone elses options if they contradicted his own.

It didn’t matter anyway, because she probably wouldn’t see Launchpad until later in the evening unless there was a Darkwing Duck emergency. For as long as Gosalyn had known him, Launchpad had a side job as a chauffeur in Duckburg. She knew he worked as one of Scrooge McDuck’s chauffeurs and probably some other rich people as well… she wasn’t sure. Launchpad never said too much about his other job, and Gosalyn honestly couldn’t understand how he managed to find work as a driver with his...unique way of stopping, which often ended in a head-on collision.

However, apparently one of his employers liked him, because for the past six months they started requesting Launchpad fly them long distances for business trips, which meant that sometimes Launchpad wouldn’t be back for days. Her dad hadn’t been happy about this, but the extra money Launchpad brought in from these trips shut him up pretty quick. However, Gosalyn wasn’t as easily placated.

She didn’t like seeing one member of her family gone for so long, and she didn’t like the idea of Darkwing Duck fighting crime without any back up (which is exactly why her dad should allow her to come along more!). Plus, Launchpad would definitely crash during one of these extended trips, and what if he got stranded? When she brought this up, Launchpad had assured her that if this happened he could send an emergency broadcast to the Thunderquack, which had the ability of autopiloting to his location. However, this still didn’t seem like enough for Gosalyn.

Gosylan stuffed another bite of pancake in her mouth as she wallowed in the unfairness of her situation. Annoyed at both her dad for treating her like a baby and at Launchpad’s other employer for keeping him away.

After breakfast, Gosalyn finished getting ready, and miraculously, she and her dad left the house on time for once.

The car ride to school was quiet as usual. Both Gos and her father weren’t morning people, and the fact that she was heading to another day at school didn’t make her mood any better. At least there was one upside about today.

Her school was doing an “After School Jamboree” with another school from Duckburg. After school, they were going to bus in kids from the Duckburg school to play games and compete for prizes. It’s supposed to keep kids active and teach them lessons about being a good sportsman or something. Most of the prizes were pretty dumb, like a free notebook or gift cards to bookstores, but it was the big prize for the winner of the bike race that Goslyn had her eyes on. One of the parents donated the newest off roading bike, the Yeti SB-20. It was the fasted mountain bike around, and Goslyn couldn’t wait to win it.

Just the thought of winning the bike was enough to lift her mood.

“I don’t get why you need to bring your bike to school just so that you can win a different bike,” her father grumbled as he looked up at the rearview mirror at Gosalyn’s bike in the back seat, it’s wheels up in the air. “That seems pointless.”

Gosalyn scoffed. “Dad, the Yeti is not just another bike. It’s the holy grail of bikes! I have to have it!”

“What’s wrong with the bike I bought you? I thought you liked it.” He tried to hide the hurt in his voice, but Goselyn noticed it right away.

“I do, dad!” she assured him hurriedly. “But the Yeti is like nothing else! It’s the fastest bike around and it’s perfect for off roading! You’ll see what I mean when I win it.”

Her dad made a tisking noise with his tongue and shook his head. “Don’t get cocky, Gos,” he warned. “You might think you’re the best at your school, but that Duckburg school might bring some competition.”

Goselyn scoffed. “Come on, dad, it’s me you’re talking about. No one is going to beat me.”

Her father raised and eyebrow at her. “Oh really now? When did you get such a big head?” he asked in amusement.

“Well, I AM your daughter.”

“I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”

She gaped at him. “Seriously? If your head was any bigger, Honker would have studied it for his previous planetary project!”

“Very funny, Gos,” her father said sarcastically. “And nice alliteration by the way. I’m so proud.”

Gos groaned. “Great, it’s official, I hang around you way too much.”

Her dad chuckled as he pulled up to the school. They noticed Honker sitting by a tree at the front of the school reading a book. When he looked up, he looked surprised to see them here on time.  

“Have fun today, Gos. Don’t beat the other kids too badly. Leave them with some dignity.”

Goslyn grinned as she pulled her bike out of the back seat of the car.

“No promises, dad.”

Next>

I hope you all liked the first chapter! More will be coming soon!

If you all are wondering when Launchpad gets a chance to sleep, he does it after he brings Scrooge to his work. Scrooge often doesn’t need him until he has to go home for the day, so he sleeps in the limo. Launchpad is the type of person that doesn’t need much sleep anyway.

I love what this new series is doing with Darkwing but I really wanted to write a fic where the modern Ducktales meets the original Gos and Darkwing. I will be ignoring a few things from canon, so for this fic, LP lives in St Canard and Della hasn’t come back yet.

[fangirl530]

My Secret Santa was for Sunsetcarnation264, but they’re not on tumblr anymore thanks to the purge. This is the fanfic I wrote for them. @ducktalessecretsanta2018

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“Lenaaa! Lena, you beautiful angel, get up! Get up!”

“Webby,” Lena said, rolling over to face the younger girl. “Its the weekend. We don’t have to get up early.”

“Its not early! It’s alright seven forty five! Besides, I have exciting news!”

“What's that?” Lena asked, yawning. “We having your granny’s pancakes for breakfast?”

“No! Well yeah, probably. But I have even better news!”

“Even better then pancakes?”

“Yes! It snowed last night!”

“Did it? Thats cool,” Lena said, rubbing her eyes as she sat up. It was clear she would not be allowed to go back to sleep. Plus, pancakes. They were reason enough to wake up.

“It's more then cool!” Webby squealed. “We can make snow angels, and have snowball fights TO THE DEATH, and build an igloo to keep prisoners in! OH, and we can build a snowman! Let's do that first!”

“After we eat pancakes though, right?”

“Obviously,” Webby said. “We need to get energy for the snowball fight we’re going to have! Come on!” she ran from the room, and Lena followed quickly behind. She arrived at the staircase just in time to see Webby slide down the banister.

“Hurry up!” Webby called over her shoulder. “You can slide down, its faster!”

“You know that no one actually does that, right?”

“That one princess does it all the time!”

“Okay,” Lena said with a shrug. She balanced carefully on the banister, then stuck her legs out as she began to slide. A smile slipped from her beak as she went down.

“Okay,” she said, hopping off when she got the bottom. “That was fun. Do the others do that?”

“No, they’re scared of falling,” webby said dismissively. “I don’t get it- it’s only thirteen feet. Anyway, let’s go get those pancakes so we can build our snowman!”

The girls went to the kitchen, where they found Huey, Dewey, and Louie already standing.

“Hey Webby and Lena,” Huey said from his place over the counter. “I was just going to get your pancakes ready for you! Do you both want butter and syrup?”

“Duh,” Lena said, smirking at the boy. “Who doesn’t?”

“You might have been lactose intolerant,” Huey said with a shrug, spreading butter on one of them. “Just checking.” he finished with the butter and began to cut them. “Did you guys see that it snowed?”

“Yeah!” Webby said, her face lighting up. “Lena and I are going out right after breakfast! Do you guys wanna have a snowball fight later?”

“Against you and Lena? Uh…” Huey looked at his brothers.

“Maybe we bring Uncle Scrooge and Uncle Donald into it,” Louie suggested. “Launchpad too. Make it a family thing.”

“Yes! We can all have partners and different sections of the yard,” Huey said as put syrup on the two plates of pancakes. He handed them over to Webby and Lena.

“Thanks Huey,” Webby said, grinning at him before she tugged Lena out to the dining table. She pulled her out a chair. “Here you go,” she said. “D’you want milk or juice or something?”

“Orange juice, if you’ve got it.”

“Of course we do! Orange juice is one of my favorites. I’ll be right back!” Webby dashed off to the kitchen, and Lena smiled as she began to eat. Only a few moments later Webby returned, carrying two glasses.

“Here you go,” she chirped, setting the glass down in front of Lena. she sat down next to her and began to eat her own pancakes. “So what do you want our snowman (duck?) to look like?” she asked, speaking between bites. “Should we make it a girl or a boy? What should her name be?”

“We can try to make a girl,” Lena said, swallowing. “I’m not sure it will work, but we can try.”

“We can add stuff to it to make her look like a girl, like clothes or eyelashes! And we’ll name her Cinda!” Webby said, her voice rising with excitement.

“We can give her a best friend too,” lena said, grinning at her as she took the last bite of pancake. “I’m done. Are you ready?”

“Yeah!” Webby scarfed down the last bit pancake on her plate and drained her cup, then quickly took both plates and cups to the kitchen. When she came back, she ran to the door and started pulling on her coat, hat, gloves, and boots. Lena pulled on her own winter gear.

“So,” she said to Webby. “What are our snowgirls going to have for faces?”

“Oh, that's right! Well, we can figure it out after we build them.”

“Sounds good to me,” Lena agreed. She followed Webby out the door to the yard. Webby immediately dropped to her knees and started to gather snow. .

“I’ll start on the bottom,” she said to Lena. “You do the middle. We can shape her body the way we want it after that.”

Lena nodded and went down on her knees, rolling a little ball of snow between her hands and then pushing it across the yard. It started to grow bigger as she went, and soon it was big enough wear she could just barely wrap her arms around it. She looked around for webby, and saw her sitting next to snowball that was her height. When she was sitting, at least. Webby seemed lost in thought as she looked in Lena’s direction, her eyes unfocused and a little smile on her face.

“Hey Webby,” Lena called, picking up her own snowball. “You done with the bottom?”

“Huh? Oh, oh yeah! We can put the middle on!” Webby got to her feet quickly and ran to Lena’s side, holding the other side of the snowball. “Lets go,” she said to Lena.

Together, the girls carried the ball over to the bottom that webby had made and set it on. Webby began to pack it there with snow while Lena held it. When she let go, the ball stayed.

“Yeah!” Lena said, grinning as she held a fist out to Webby. Webby beamed as she bumped it with her own, then blew it up with exaggerated explosion noises.

Lena laughed. “You lovable dork,” she said, affection showing in her tone. “Get started on the second one- I’ll make the head for this one.”

“On it!” Webby said, creating a snowball and beginning to roll it. Lena created her own and rolled it for about a minute, until it was the size she wanted. After she’d packed it into the snowgirl, she began to create its snout. She shaped the nose between her fingers, prodding and poking at it until she was satisfied. She put it on the snowgirl and packed it there. Now all she had was the ears.

As she began to shape the first one, she turned to check on webby and saw that the girl was sitting a few feet away, watching her. When she saw Lena looking at her, her cheeks turned slightly red.

“I want to put our snowgirls next to each other so I waited until you were done with the head so I wouldn’t mess you up,” she said quickly, the words spilling out of her mouth.

“Its fine,” Lena said. She scooted over so she was in front of the snowgirl. “Bring it on over,” she said, patting the ground next to the original. She finished shaping the ears as Webby came to a stop, the snowball a few inches from the snowgirl.

“Here,” she said to Webby. “You can put these on- I’ll start on the middle.” she rolled out yet another snowball, circling around and coming back to Webby when she thought it was a good size. Webby helped her set it on top of the first snowball, then reached down to pick up a smaller one as Lena packed it.

“I made the head already,” she explained, setting it on top of the pile and packing it in. it was a few inches taller then the first.

“Cool,” Lena said. “Do you want to make the nose or the ears?”

“I already did both,” Webby said cheerfully. “When we put them on, we can grab the stuff for their faces!”

“Yeah, we’re almost done!” Lena said, smiling as she picked up the ears from the ground. When both ears and the nose were on, the girls stood and started to head for the mansion.

“We can use coffee beans and black olives for their faces,” Webby said to her friend. “And sticks for their arms. I have a few in my room.”

“Why do you have sticks in your room?”

“I collected them earlier, to use for snowmen making. I wanted to be prepared in case we couldn’t find any.”

“Smart,” Lena said, grinning at the younger girl. “Saves us from having to dig through the snow and lose feeling in our hands. You get the food, and I’ll find your sticks.”

“Shouldn’t I get the sticks?” Webby asked. “Only I know where I put them.”

“Under your bed?” Lena asked. “For easy access in case of enemies?”

Webby laughed. “No,” she said loudly, nodding her head. “Of course not Lena, that’s ridiculous.” she leaned closer. “You never know who might be listening,” she whispered. She winked at her before running off to the kitchen.

Lena laughed to herself as she walked to Webby’s room, pushing the door open. She went to the bed and got down to the floor, reaching out for the sticks. Her fingers brushed against the back of something else, something that felt like a book.  She felt the sticks a second later and pulled them out. Hesitating for only a moment, she reached under again and grabbed the other thing. It was the book webby had had with her when they were in the subway, looking for terrafirmians.

Lena remembered the drawing webby had of her as a superhero, and smiled as she opened it. Webby wouldn’t mind if she looked at it again- it was kind of cute.

“I wonder if she’d draw me as a superhero if I asked her,” she whispered to herself. She opened up to a page full of writing. As Lena began to flip the page, her own name jumped out at her. Curious, she began to read.

Hypothetical question, it began. If I told Lena she means the world to me and I don’t ever want to lose her, do you think she would take it out of context? Yeah, probably. What about if i said she was the light of my life? No, too forward. I don’t want to scare her, after all. I just want her to know she’s my best friend in the whole world. Okay, I just read over the stuff I wrote, like to reconsider if any of it would work? And it sounds like something where if like, a boy said it to a girl, I would think he’s in love with her. Am I in love with Lena? Lets see, light of my life, mean the world to me, beautiful angel, gorgeous idiot… yeah, I think i am. Well… this changes some things.

Lena stopped reading, slamming the book shut and shoving it back under the bed. Her hands were shaking, and her heart was beating fast. Webby was right. This changed everything. Sure, she liked Webby. Loved her. She’d realized that quite a long time ago. But since she wasn’t sure how to react to her feelings, she did what she usually did. Shoved them deep down inside her and pretended they didn’t exist. After all, she didn’t think webby would feel the same way. She was always about how they were best friends. Nothing more. But this… this could make or break their relationship together.

Still slightly shaky, lena got to her feet and walked slowly back to the front door. Webby was waiting by the door, and Lena saw she was holding a couple of scarves in one hand. her face lit up when she saw Lena come around the corner.

“There you are! You took a pretty long time getting those sticks. Come on! Let's go finish our snowgirls!” she took Lena’s hand and pulled her out into the yard. “I was thinking about a name for the other girl,” she said. “But couldn’t decide on one. Do you have any ideas?”

“Angel,” Lena said to herself, her brain still trying to process what she’d read. She realized what she’d done only a few seconds later, and clamped her beak shut with dread.

“Angel,” Webby mused. “I like it! Angel and Cinda.” they arrived at the snowgirls, and Webby pulled two small bags from her pockets and handed one to Lena. “You put these on Cinda, and then you can wrap this scarf around her neck. I’ll do Angel.”

Lena did as she was told, putting coffee beans on Cinda for her mouth, and three black olives- two for her eyes, and one for her nose. She wrapped the scarf- pink- around the snowgirl’s neck, then added two sticks for her arms. Webby was just finishing up on angel, wrapping a grey scarf around her.

She surveyed her work, then sighed. “Oh darn, I forgot to grab hats for them!”

“Lets just use ours,” Lena suggested, peeling hers of her head and handing it over. Webby did the same, and they traded. Lena fitted Webby’s hat onto cinda’s head, then stepped back to admire them. “They look like they’re great friends,” she said.

“I think they need one more thing,” Webby said. She stepped forward, blocking Lena from seeing what she was doing. When she stepped back, Lena saw that she had arranged the sticks to make it look like they were holding hands. “I think they’re something more then friends,” she said quietly, looking over at Lena.

Lena looked back at her, her cheeks growing warm.

“Uh…” she stammered out, at a loss for words.

Webby reached out and took Lena’s hand, intertwining their fingers together.

“Does this feel okay to you?” Webby asked. “Because if it doesn’t, I can-”

“No,” Lena said quickly. “It feels okay. Better then okay. I’ve wanted this for a long time. I actually discovered I liked you awhile ago, but didn’t want to say anything,” she admitted. “What gave you the courage to say something to me?”

“I saw the glitter on you from my notebook. I took a chance that you had read that part of it- especially after the angel comment. And you didn’t try talking to me about it, to let me down easy. So I thought… you might feel the same way.”

“I do!” Lena blurted out. “I really, really do.” she smirked slightly at the younger girl. “So, does this make us official?”

“Absolutely,” Webby said, starting to beam. With hands still interlaced, she and Lena walked for the house.

“I say we celebrate by creaming your family in a snowball fight,” Lena said as they neared the front door.

“Oh, definitely,” Webby agreed. “Lets go tell them to prepare themselves for death by snowball!”

“Yeah!” Lena held out her fist, and Webby bumped it. She looked Lena in the eye, and Lena smiled at her. Simultaneously, the girls blew it up.

[nftdawnio]

In 1958, 54 jazz musicians got together on a brownstone stoop in Harlem, New York, between Fifth and Madison Avenues to take a picture that would be remembered for years to come. In 1998, for a picture, almost 200 hip hop artists crowded onto the same stoop. And in June, 64 years after the first picture was taken, dozens of Black NFT (non-fungible token) artists gathered there to do it again. In the early 2000s, rapper Ja Rule had hits with songs like "Always on Time" and "Mesmerize." He stood in the front left. Now, he wants to put Black NFT artists in the spotlight with The Painted House, a platform he and his business partner Herb Rice set up after realizing they were often the only Black people at NFT events. The Painted House put out its first project in June. It worked with the NFT launchpad platform House of Firsts to do this. "Black is Beautiful" is a book by artist Nick Davis that has more than 1,000 NFTs that show what everyday life is like for Black Americans. Rice told Insider, "It captivated me," "Growing up, I was very insecure about my dark skin complexion, so when I saw [Davis'] art, it took me back to a place in time when my family used to tell me how beautiful my Black skin was." The two said that other people feel the same way about Davis's art. When asked how the art made him feel, Ja Rule said, "This represents me," "I don't see too many images with my Black skin on them." Mark Cuban and Lindsay Lohan, among others, have also jumped on the NFT bandwagon, so Ja Rule is not the only famous person to do so. He says that "smart rappers" like NFTs because they "like to be ahead of the curve on things – we can keep our ears to the streets." Ja Rule says that NBA Top Shot, an NFT marketplace where basketball video clips can be traded, is how he started collecting NFTs without even realizing it. "I'm a big card collector, and I thought this was the natural progression to trading cards, a digital form of trading cards," he says. Bringing people together Before The Painted House, Ja Rule and Rice started an investment group called Brotherhood Dow to teach their close friends about NFTs, cryptocurrency, and blockchains. In their newest project, they want to release collections by new artists as well as fashion and clothing projects. The two disagree with the criticisms of NFT marketplaces and say that they have pros and cons "like any other industry" Instead, they want to focus on the community-building aspect of NFT marketplaces. People who buy art from Black is Beautifu will get things like new music from Ja Rule and other exclusive content. The rapper says, "Those are things that we get to do in the NFT community that you don't get to do in any other business entity," They plan to donate $25,000 to five historically Black colleges and universities from some of the money they make. The same amount will be paid by ICONN Media, which is Ja Rule's live-streaming entertainment marketplace. Ja Rule hopes that historically Black colleges and universities will one day be as prestigious as Ivy League schools. "We want people in our community to be proud when they go to an HBCU like if you go to a Cornell, or Duke, or Penn State, or Harvard." https://nftdawn.io/ja-rule-aims-to-boost-black-nft-artists-popularity/?feed_id=1706&_unique_id=630218b129328

[superwolfiestar]

Runaway pt. 14

Panchito, Jose, and Donald great uncle, nephew and their family and friends followed the other visitors into the main circus tent, and they were almost blinded by the bright and colorful flashing lights circling the entire tent top. They couldn't find Donald outside where the Carnival is and no sight of him anywhere.

Joyful circus music played loudly in the background. Hundreds of other children and adults were already sitting inside, giggling and chatting in anticipation, waiting for the start of the show. They stood in awe, while Dewey smiled seeing their expressions but he sear around the seats to see if Donald was in he in the circus tent. He turned to the center of the ring and was suddenly overcome with emotion. He peered to the top of the tent, where a mini stage stood, rested on the main poles that held up the tent. He shook slightly, then sighed and closed his eyes, trying to break away from the past that before they mee Scrooge McDuck. He uses to being the boys to the circus. And it brings his mind back to the present. Launchpad helped him shake out of it when he nudged his shoulder, saying they'd better hurry up and find some seats.

As they made their way down the stairs past rows and rows of other visitors, a strange small fox girl about a same high as Webby dressed in beautiful outfit approached them.

"Hello there" she smiled at them, ”is this seat taken?”

"Em.. No actually. " replied Jose. A fox girl curtis at them as she thank them as she took a seat next to webby. "Um… We don't see you at the carnival." Questioned Webby.

"Oh, I’m actually live in a circus with my uncle. All of the circus crew are kinda part of our big family. We treat other like family. Ok dear, how rude of me! Where are my manner? I’m Angelica Brown. And you see, my parents live in a circus and do incredible act they do along with mine uncle. I was, unfortunately, so young and I can't perform with them to join their act. So I seat with the crowds and watch them. But that was until something happen. And I didn't want to go on any detail.” She said as she uses her handkerchief to wipe her tears off. ”So my uncle became my Guardian and raise me in a circus with some other circus folks too. I was homeschooled and was taught by Madam Celestine. A Precognition who can predict the future.”

As she goes on and gives out any information about her life in the circus to them. But what she didn't know that the group she is telling to are actually Donald family and friends.

In the backstage. Everyone was getting for the show that they're all going to perform. Everyone is helping each and every crews that needed their help with something. Hamilton was finishing up putting his mask on. Once he was done he turned around to look at the duck in the shadows.

"Okay, Donald, come on out now."

"No, I look weird in this!" The duck said still hiding in the shadows.

"I put a lot of work into the new costumes," Hamilton said trying to get his boyfriend out of the shadows. "Are you going to just stand there or what?"

Donald then walked out of the shadows, just enough to be seen by Hamilton and the circus crew. He tugged on the collar of the costume. It had blue leggings and gold boots. The top was blue with a golden sparkle fabric wrap around it. In his face was his mask. The stunning blue and gold mask which shimmers in the light. Beautifully decorated with lots & lots of sparkle & shimmer & edged in gold braid. His hair was so neat and curly. He’s also wearing a gold stain cape around him. Both him and Hamilton wore the same costume together for their performance.

"Is there a reason this costume has to be so," he paused looking for the right word, "Colorful?”

Hamilton walked up to him and kneeled down to eye level. He let a smile come a crossed her face. "Because when I see you up there, Donald, you shine like a pearl.”

”Alright, everyone! Let get this show started! Good luck everyone! You all will do great out there! You too Donald! We know that you will do fantastic out there with Hamilton!” The ringmaster said as he walk out and Hamilton and Donald share a same smile. ”I know that you will do great out there. We will show them what we got!”

As Angelica continues about her life in the circus with her uncle. The circus music stopped and the lights started to dim until the audience was left enveloped in darkness. The crowd quieted down as they waited to see what would happen. A single spotlight came on and shone onto a figure standing in the center of the ring. It was a yellow dog man, dressed in red and white ringmaster clothes with a red top hat. He began addressing the audience in a loud, cheerful voice.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls! Welcome to GoldenWing Wonderland's circus! Watch in awe as we present you some of the most dangerous, exciting, and hilarious performances in the world! Without further ado, let's get on with the show!"

The night went on, as the ringmaster happily introduced act after act. They look and saw that Angelica was happy to see a familiar face, she began to tell everyone about them like Luke the lion tamer, Susie the elephant, Madame Celestine the psychic and many others. The rest of them were enjoying themselves as well, laughing at the jokes. But Dewey is still trying to see Donald if he's in the crowd seating somewhere.

”And now! Ladies and gentlemen! Face your eyes on amazing aerial people. Donald Duck and Hamilton Brown. Doing their amazing tricks! The amazing trick you have never seen before!”

And that where their eyes went big when he said Donald name. Angelica then looks at them confused. ”Are you all alright? Did you need medical attention?”

Dewey looks at her with shock. ”Donald Duck. He’s our uncle and friends. And he’s also the nephew of the richest duck in the world. Scrooge McDuck!!! That our uncle out there!!!!!” He exclaimed as she put both of her hands to her mouth.

And then, they saw the duck. And they know who that Duck is. It was Donald Duck standing underneath the spotlight.

[fly-pow-bye]

DuckTales 2017 - “The Shadow War!”

Story by: Francisco Angones, Madison Bateman, Colleen Evanson, Christian Magalhaes, Bob Snow

Written by: Madison Bateman, Colleen Evanson, Christian Magalhaes, Bob Snow

Directed by: Hatthew Humphreys, Tanner Johnson

Storyboard by: Vince Aparo, Emmy Cicierega, Ben Holm, Vaughn Tada, Brandon Warren, Jason Zurek

The Day of the Ducks, and the Night of DeSpell. I almost wish they kept those titles!

We start where we left off from the previous episode, with Huey, Dewey, and Louie packing up the newly repaired houseboat. They're not too happy, but they're also not happy with a mother-losing uncle, either. Donald tries to cheer everyone up with some sardine crackers, which, judging by Webby's expression, aren't that great.

Webby's there too, for reasons I'm not entirely sure of. Is she going to move in with the boys, or is this some temporary home for her? The fact that the boys were some of the first friends she ever got to meet probably had a hand in that.

But enough about that, time for some recap of something I skipped earlier: in Lena’s last episode, Magica manages to possess her, taking over her body. She's already possessed here, as she starts to plot to get that number one dime before the lunar eclipse happens. She only occasionally regaining her senses to show the viewer that this isn’t actually Lena’s real personality. How? Maybe it’s just like just shaking her head, or her eyes changing color, or...

KIDS SHOW. KIDS SHOW. OH, GOOD LORD IT’S A KIDS SHOW. I mean, I'm not against this. Having Magica's shadow form literally getting attached to Lena's poor eyes shows how little control Lena has now.

Honestly, I wasn’t a big fan of this when Other Bin used it as a twist, mostly because it lessened Lena’s importance in the plot. Why have any investment in Lena doing the right thing if her evil aunt can just possess her to do the wrong thing? Turns out, this episode has some twists that make that an easier pill to swallow.

They even throw three items from three separate filler episodes into the ocean, including the Druid’s Cup and the “I Didn’t Survive_d_ Mount Neverrest” shirt. Yeah, there’s a lot of references to the previous episodes, and these are just the most blatant. One neat joke is that, despite everything, Louie is still the money-making schemer as he desperately tries to keep the hook from the Toth-Ra episode to sell on their version of eBay.

As Louie desperately tries to scuba dive for the soon to be lost treasures, Donald shows up to tell the boys that he’s taking the boat to Cape Suzette. Just in case, the logo is even in the style of TaleSpin and it has the Sea Duck on it. I wonder how the ducks feel about that name.

Meanwhile, Magica, let's be honest, while it's Lena's body, it's clearly Magica in 100% control here, finally infiltrates her nemesis's manor by using Lena's voice to tell Scrooge that Webby would be so disappointed that he's going through one of those "old man moments". She finally comes face-to-stolen-face with Scrooge...

...and he looks like this. After everyone left him, including ghost Duckworth, long story, Scrooge is at his lowest moment. It apparently didn't take too long for him to become a pizza loving duck with a stained t-shirt, living off of the last remains of his money. Magica thinks this is all some psychological ploy, and gets irritated when this increasingly does not turn out to be the case.

Back at the houseboat, Webby does a plan to get some sort of farewell party going. Since the boys are starting to have second thoughts about Cape Suzette, sans Dewey who gets all dressed up for the occasion, they decide to agree to this.

Webby tries to gets a special guest to join this parent trap, and yes, they outright call it that. She also gets Launchpad, who was oblivious to all of this and is confused to why Scrooge won't let him into the manor, and accidently gets Mrs. Beakley, who finds out about it and wants to investigate this. Thankfully, she wants in on it as well. Crisis averted. Webby decides to call up Scrooge McDuck, and to her ears, it seems like Scrooge answered the call and would happily go anywhere with free food.

Unfortunately, it was Magica talking in Scrooge McDuck’s voice, as Scrooge is still wallowing around in his own sorrows. For the record, they do the body swap voice change thing, with Lena speaking in Magica's voice when she's not trying to be in-character. It's still Lena's vocal cords, but, it's magic, okay? They actually say that later in the episode.

Magica really wants Scrooge to drink nutmeg tea which was spiked with a sleeping potion. Y'know, so she could get the dime. Short answer, he doesn't, and her reactions are funny. She even ends up putting it in a sippy cup, only for him to knock it over and break it. However, her other strategy ends up working better.

She also accidentally convinces him to try to go on an adventure on his own, and start fresh, forgetting about everything in the past. This includes forgetting his family; that’s another major theme in this episode, and it’s not just in the Huey, Dewey, and Louie part. He throws away his clothes, and Magica suggests giving the Number One dime away to her.

Of course, that's the one trinket he doesn't want to get rid of, much to Magica's lament. Gotta say, that's pretty harsh but yet fitting for him that a piece of money is held to a higher regard than his own family, even if his own family disowned him. Eventually, Magica gives up on tricking the old man into a slumber and starts wrestling him for it. Since Scrooge has been out of it for the last few days, this does not take too long.

Turns out, she had a decidedly different and legitimate reason to get the Number One Dime, even though previous episodes implied that she thought it had mystical powers just like in the original comics and cartoon. For the first and only time, we see that it’s an ordinary dime that happened to have Magica's true form banished into it in a battle that happened 20 years ago.

A little bit different from the naive assumptions from the original, possibly due to Magica's new character. They may have also felt that would be a lousy ending if it turned out to be an ordinary dime without Magica's real body in it. She grabs it just as soon as the lunar eclipse begins, and...

...this reveal of Magica's real form is so cool. The green feathers are a bit odd, considering she never had that in the other adaptations or the original, but it is addressed in the end.

Scrooge and Lena plan to take on Magica. With Lena's knowledge of magic, and Scrooge's skills, nobody can stop them! Especially not sorceresses that were listening in on their plan right outside of the cage!

Magica taps her staff, and Lena gets sucked into her shadow. Magica, when she's not getting irritated by everyone around her, really is a nightmarish figure. Yeah, kids show, oops, she gone!

Oh, and Scrooge is sucked into his number one dime as well, and becomes the new back of the coin. It seems like all hope is lost. But, there's still some family left, right?

Sure enough, yes, though at least one of them had to think about it. To make a long story short, Huey and Louie are convinced to go back to Scrooge by a combination of Donald’s talking to them about family and Mrs. Beakley’s guilt trips. Apparently, as a spy and a grandmother, she knows fully well how to do those.

Dewey, on the other hand, is still the odd one out. It makes sense; he was the one that was the most involved in the mission to find his mother, and he was the one who was the most shaken about it. I'm not a fan of the complainer is always wrong trope, but the complainer is definitely in the wrong.

He eventually gets over it, because, let’s be honest, we got to get to the better part eventually. Dewey goes into the hug, and tearfully tells Donald that he wants to go back to the manor. Donald agrees, but they’re immediately interrupted by some commotion outside.

They see a huge magical tornado where the manor used to be. Soon, other people hop into the boat as well, including Gyro Gearloose, and Manny. Y'know, that headless horse they're trying to make into a thing.

We get to see Magica's plan in action; not only does she want revenge on Scrooge, she's going to take it out on the entire city of Duckburg! She causes everyone's shadow to rise up to join her. They make sure to do many cameos with this, including Glomgold, Gladstone Gander, and even Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera and his mother, the former even getting Gizmoduck snatched away from him. I'm sad to say that was essentially a cameo and not a lead to an amazing fight scene. Not to say there won't be one.

I’ll set yourself up for disappointment: no, they didn’t give this any sort of payoff beyond an implied off-screen fight later in the episode. Eventually, this turns into a huge shadow vortex that eventually settles into a tornado above the money bin, where Magica has formed a throne made out of Scrooge’s remaining money.

Someone has to have a plan to stop this, and who else but our lovable Uncle Donald? Unfortunately, there’s a problem.

One problem the comics couldn’t have in a audio-visual based medium does rise up, and one I had suspicions with even when I was first watching this: Donald’s voice is still that classic Donald voice, and nobody can understand him. That “[speaking gibberish]” is an actual closed caption.

Thankfully, Gyro has the solution that doesn’t involve taking a role away from the most well known character in the series: a Barksian Modulator, an obvious reference to Carl Barks, and a not-so-obvious reference to a classic Disney cartoon that involved Donald taking pills to mitigate his speech impediment, is forced into Donald’s throat.

While Donald with an intelligible voice always felt wrong in an audio-visual medium, it is necessary at this point, and it leads to some great moments later in the episode. Here’s a good example, from where Donald takes the wheel of the boat, letting Mrs. Beakley know that he can handle it:

Mrs. Beakley: Watch out for the storm.

Donald Duck: I am the Storm!

Mrs. Beakley ...were you always saying things like this?

Eh, I could see people thinking this is out of character for him, too. At least, for the "unlucky everyman" character he was until now.

He then tells the kids to stay home, as it's too dangerous. They reference the lifejackets from the first episode a lot in this episode, which is a little more subtle than the "box full of items" scene. Of course, they don't listen to that. They need to find someone who’s crafty, like a teenager who knows how to get into places. Somelike...like Lena.

They go to the theatre Lena lived in, which I’m not entirely unconvinced was the Beagle Boy’s old hangout from the original, but they can't seem to find her. They do find a trapdoor leading to her room, though, which happens to contain her journal! They debate whether or not to open it, and decide it may lead to where she ran off to.

It's here where Webby learns an even deeper secret about Lena, one that the audience wouldn’t have guessed and one I won't entirely spoil here. I know this because I sure did not! A part of what cloaked this secret is that Magica had a niece in the original comics named Minima De Spell, and I just assumed this was the reboot’s version of her, but the truth is a little bit different. In an only slightly inaccurate way, they figure out that Lena was the big betrayer, and Webby is the one hit the hardest by this.

This explains a lot about her character development; she was just slowly gaining her conscience this entire time. I still wish it was a little smoother, as it seemed like she had a different personality in every episode. But, now I can see the progression.

I'm going to skip around a little bit, just because I don't want to ruin the episode too much. This episode was said to be like an "action movie airing on a Saturday morning" by one of the writers, and they weren't kidding; there's a lot of outright fisticuffs in this episode! Granted, most of it is against these shadow creatures.

Usually in the comics, original cartoon, and even this cartoon, they have to win through cleverness. They do only one scene where they actually stop the shadows by turning off the lights and then using Webby's nightvision goggles. For the most part, it's an extended Power Ranger-esque putty fight.

Once the ducks manage to get into the money bin, we get back to the irritating the evil sorceress bits that are all really clever. All of the boy's personalities show in this fight scene. For example, Louie scams Magica by telling her that she broke an ancient cursed mirror, and Huey...

Huey: (dodging Magica’s attacks) How did Scrooge curse you, anyway? Isn’t Scrooge not the magic type? And we never saw you on the back of the coin before now? And how does the lunar eclipse factor into all of this?

Magica: You see, the lunar eclipse enhances...it’s magic, okay?!

...does my job for me, apparently. Notice how I said the boys, but I could understand why Webby would act the way she does against someone who fooled her into making a false friend. No use of her gadgets here. It feels very out of character and out of style...and maybe that was the point.

At one point, Magica shoots another beam, which hits Webby's friendship bracelet. A scene anyone could expect happens here; it was certainly a scene I expected. What I didn't expect was how short it was, and how tragic it eventually became. It worked in the same way as that shocking scene from Other Bin, except this is reality rather than a dream.

The tragedy doesn't last long, though. It really wouldn't be much of a spoiler to say that Scrooge and the boys eventually win over Magica, and part of this is from Scrooge coming out of the coin...somehow. Something about the shine of the lunar eclipse, I guess. Scrooge even somehow got his clothes back when he got out of the coin.

He then tells Magica the greatest irony of them all: her attempt to ruin Scrooge's family ended up bringing them together again. In fact, Magica had nothing to do with the breakup; she didn't even know it happened!

Of course, it's a super happy ending for the most part, with the family coming back together in the end, Magica gets defeated, the voice pill breaks to give Donald his old voice back, and the houseboat becomes unable to take anyone to Camp Suzette. Of course, it's for the most part; Lena's fate is up in the air. It really depends on how you interpret one of the last scenes. Lena may have been "false", as non-spoilery as I can call her, but she’s become a character in her own right.

There’s one final scene regarding the one plot thread that wasn’t exactly closed up by the end of this episode. While I'm glad it's there, it did lead to one huge question: why not check the moon first?

How does it, and the whole season, stack up?

Angones has said that this was essentially an action movie, and I can’t disagree with that. A great ending to a good reboot.

And thus, that’s the end of Season 1 of the DuckTales reboot. A very good season all around! But I must talk about something.

People have noticed that I have never given a negative review to any episode of this series as of yet, though there were episodes that came very close. This would have been the image if I went with my initial opinion of Other Bin before I thought about the importance of it in the long run. Terror of the Terra-Firmians was ultimately a useless episode that had to have Lena shoved in to be halfway decent.

It was a captivating season from beginning to end, and that’s not something I would say about most seasons of anything, especially not reboots.

I’ll say this, reviewing two shows at the same time took a lot out of me, but I can’t say it wasn’t worth it. Who knows what journeys our boys will go through next, and if the demand is there, or if that other show ends first, maybe I can go for it when it airs.

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Random Duckfam Headcanons

Huey’s that guy who’s always up and jogging at 6 am

he tried to force his brothers to do it with him once

sometimes Dewey or Webby will join him but it’s usually only him

Dewey’s in winterguard and colorguard 

He’s 

Dewey taught Webby to play the guitar (for real not just for that game) and they got an electric guitar and nearly gave Mrs. Beakley a heart attack 

Before he was an accountant, Fenton was a street performer (y’all know where this is going :P)

Webby has never seen Star Wars

Lena tried to educate Webby about lesbianism but was really surprised to find out that her granny told her all about it, being one, and she thinks it’s perfectly normal

Alongside Scrooge and Donald, Webby also holds Goldie in high esteem

with Della being erased Goldie is the only female adventurer we know of connected to Scrooge

Goldie takes Webby, Daisy, and Della on girls’ nights

even if Daisy isn’t dating Donald she’s still beloved by the entire family and she and Donald are on good terms (even if they fight a lot)

Donald knew and dated Daisy in high school and she joined them on some adventures, but they didn’t get back together until the boys were about five or so

Scrooge didn’t know they got back together so when Webby finds out (probably through the internet or newspapers) and casually drops it in conversation, he’s shocked

Della and Launchpad went to flight school together and dated briefly, but it was never too serious, and Scrooge doesn’t know his driver used to date his niece

Beakley knows, though

Beakley knows all

Gyro and Fenton see the same therapist 

Webby used to want to grow her hair out really long and use it as a tool like Rapunzel

she eventually realized it was impractical though

Webby’s bow used to be part of a headband she wore as a toddler/baby (’87 Webby’s bow), but as she grew and got too big for the headband she made it into a clip instead

she didn’t want to part with it because her parents gave it to her

Huey wants to be a doctor when he grows up

Webby used to stay up at night and sneak through the mansion on her own secret missions

Louie toyed with the ideas of being genderfluid and nonbinary for a while before deciding he didn’t want to put a label on his gender and just rolled with it

Louie and Dewey each have a set of clothes in the back of their closets that they rarely wear. They’re the hand-me-downs from Gladstone and Donald respectively that they wore in the flashback

Louie likes his, but he doesn’t want Donald to see it and get upset. Dewey doesn’t like his much. It’s not his style. But he’ll wear it from time to time to see his uncle smile.

Huey has a hand-me-down from Fethry and Donald has some of Della’s old outfits saved that he eventually gives to Webby

Scrooge also has some of Della’s old outfits saved that he’d slip into Webby’s room

Beakley knows about that too

When Donald first saw her wearing one of Della’s old outfits he went straight to Scrooge and they cried together for a while

he then immediately gave her the outfits he’d had saved

Webby, Huey, and Dewey learned how to play the ukulele together

Huey doesn’t play much but Dewey and Webby really like it

Louie doesn’t learn but he always comes to their practice sessions, makes snide comments, and enjoys the music

Lena comes by a lot too 

Lena likes wearing suits to fancy stuff

Scrooge showed her how to do ties and stuff

Huey really likes comfortable clothes

Webby likes sundresses and airy skirts and stuff but she doesn’t like dressing up

Webby’s favorite movie is Mulan 

Dewey lowkey has a crush on Li Shang (we all do bud)

Lena watches anime

She really liked PV Miraculous Ladybug and was lowkey salty when it got changed to be family friendly but when she meets Webby she realizes Webby would probably love it

She introduces the kids to it and they all watch it together

She’s surprised to find herself liking it

One of the kids finds Emara and shows it to Webby, who shows it to Lena

Falcon Graves loves dark dramas

[humanityinahandbag]

Louie’s Christmas List: Reasonable, Boring, Scarves

@procrastinateland hey there! I’M YOUR SECRET SANTA! TA-DA! I hope you’re having a great Christmas! I tried my best here, but I couldn’t quite figure out the whole “Christmas Party” schtick. Again- too Jewish. But for what this is, I do hope you’ll enjoy! 

Some 4.5 k Louie centered fluff/angst to celebrate the end of a glorious holiday! 

Enjoy!

Louie’s Christmas list was handed over at exactly 8:39 pm two weeks before Christmas. It’s his single contribution to the holiday so far. Though if you’d asked him, he would have explained that he’d supervised with light hanging and tree trimming, and had been the first to poison test the tree candy canes that looked the most threatening.

Louie liked lists. Lists made sense. It made it easier to make sense of things. Louie didn’t understand people or life or money but lists?

Lists are easy.

“I’m sorry- you want what?”

“It’s a short list.”

“I see that.” Scrooge turned it over in his hand. “Only about three things. Three ridiculous things.”

Louie fluttered a hand over his heart. “You wound me.” And then, rocking back on his heels, he explained solemnly that “if I didn’t think you could handle it, I wouldn’t have given it to you in the first place.”

Uncle Donald had said that once about laundry and regretted it since. Louie had the mind of a steel trap and snapped up anyone that wandered too close in the rhetorics.

Scrooge snorted. He handed the note back. “Absolutely not.”

“It’s three things.”

“You want a personal island,” Scrooge pointed out.

“And a million dollars, and a smaller mansion next to your mansion.”

“Not happening.”

“You have enough to get it!”

“Money is hard earned, not handed over. I wont have you becoming one of those snob nosed heirs. You want these things? Work.”

“I don’t want to work.”

“Then make the list more reasonable,” Scrooge reasons. “I can do reasonable.”

“So half a million dollars then?”

Scrooge pats his head. “Maybe ask for some new marbles.”

Louie pouts the rest of the night.

Making a list more reasonable is not something he’s been well versed in. And so disappointment is often his tune of choice. When he was five, he’d asked his Uncle Donald for a separate boat “for me time” and when he was nine, he’d written a letter to Santa requesting an air lift onto a tropical island to “take some time off from the fam.”

He’d gotten neither of these.

And so he’d sulked during Christmas Dinner while Huey and Dewey were enraptured in exactly what they’d asked for (a toy car and a Junior Woodchucks Badge Collection Binder).

“How can you be so okay with this?” He asks them. “Don’t you want exactly what you want?”

“I don’t want an island.” Dewey nodded along with his eldest.

Louie always wanted an island.

After twelve years of no private island though, he could see how that might be a little… unrealistic.

And so he scratches it out.

Louie’s Christmas List

1. Private Island

And writes in

1. A scarf.

Scarves were reasonable, boring things that reasonable, boring children asked for. And while he wasn’t neither of these, his entire family was stocked with the most reasonable and boring of individuals, who would be sure to find him some sort of a reasonable and boring scarf to pack along with his million dollars and smaller mansion.

The list is returned to him again after their third trip to Egypt. There had been more to excavate, and the lost city they’d since uncovered was in need of advice on managing financials in the real world. So Scrooge had delegated and booked himself as an advisor for a three day expo.

At lunch, he pushes it towards Scrooge.

Huey and Dewey, flanking him on either side and busy shoving their second and third burritos down their throats, watch him with something of avid curiosity.

“Wait?” Dewey swallows. “We’re supposed to give you Christmas lists?” Huey’s eyes go large.

“We’re allowed to do that?”

Scrooge adjusts his glasses, looking over the one in his hand. “If you’d like something, I’d suggest that. Yes.”

“I didn’t think we were getting anything from you!”

“I was expecting marbles.”

Scrooge snorts, but reaches across the picnic table to ruffle both their heads fondly. “You’ll get marbles if you don’t get me a list. And that counts for you too, Webby.” The two boys quickly divulge into plans about what they’ll ask for, Webby squealing all the while along with them (“gosh, me too!”) while Scrooge blinks down at the list in his hand. “No,” he says. “Absolutely not.”

“But I made it more reasonable!”

“You added one reasonable thing.”

“I can still change it to half a million dollars.”

“No.”

“Mr. McDuck-“

“This isn’t a business meeting.”

“Uncle Scrooge, then.”

“Better. But still no.”

“What if we made it a business meeting?” He pat his chest. “I can get a tie. And those stupid foot blankets you wear.”

“Spats,” Scrooge seethed. He handed back the list. “Change it again.”

“Even the scarf?”

“Except the scarf.” His uncle stood. “I’m getting another burrito. Do you want one? Or would you rather have thirty gold pieces with that?” Before his nephew can bite back an answer, Scrooge is already stalking away.

“I think you hurt Uncle Scrooge’s feelings?”

Louie snorts at the middle triplets suggestion and waves him off. They’re sitting in the helicopter, the three of them buckled in and facing the front window. Launchpad cheerily presses buttons and swivels in his chair.

Scrooge is quiet, tapping the end of his cane in a distracted rhythm on the floor.

“Nah,” said Louie. “When you’re that rich you don’t need feelings.”

“That’s just it though.”

“What’s it.”

“That.” Dewey points. “You keep seeing him as money.”

“Because he is money.” Louie doesn’t get it. Don’t they see where they live now? Who they live with?

Webby had been quiet up until then, but she tucks her legs into a criss cross beneath her and leans forward, looking around Huey and Dewey to face the youngest of her three new friends. “I think he just wants you to see him as your Uncle?” When Louie casts the same, confused, patronizing look on her, she shrivels. Never good under pressure, was the newest fourth addition. Still; “Maybe if you asked for things an Uncle would give you, then he’d be happier.”

“But he’s not just an Uncle. He’s our rich Uncle.”

The discussions end when they reach turbulence and Scrooge launches into a lecture on atmospheric pressure. Louie leans on his hand and thinks about reasonable things.

He rewrites the list again.

Louie’s Christmas Demands

1. Scarf 2. Half a million dollars

After another long moment, he scraps the idea of half a million dollars because that only seemed to set Scrooge off more, so he erased that, too, and tried to work with the midst of boring and reasonable.

1. Scarf 2. Another Scarf

Huey reads his list that night and his brow pinches. “You want two scarves?”

“No. I want a mansion next to this mansion.” He taps on the third request. “I’m using the other two things because they’re reasonable and boring. Like you. I channeled you and Webby and Donald and I figured that you’d all ask for scarves. Hence. Scarf.”

“I’m not boring.” It didn’t escape either that the first part of the pair hadn’t been refuted. “And besides, reasonable people don’t only want scarves.”

“Well then what did you ask for.”

“Camping equipment. Dewey asked for a video game. Webby wants cereal? Apparently her granny never let her eat the sugary stuff.”

“Well, I’m asking for a scarf because I know that you all secretly want scarves.”

“Sure.” Said Huey. He tapped the list. “Might want to change number three though.”

“See?” Louie affirms. “Boring.”

His Uncle Donald is absolutely no help, and really only served to make him feel absolute rotten. “You always wanted to meet your family!” Donald folds their shirts and hands him a pile to put away. They’re both in the kids’ room. The laundry basket, set down by the bed, is still warm from the dryer. Louie huddles closer to it. “What about a big family dinner? Or a photo album! Uncle Scrooge has plenty of great things in the attic I’m sure we could put together.”

“I want a private island for these reasons. Why would I want a photo album.” He dumps his clothes on the bed. They unfold. Donald gives him a look.

“Because it’s a good way to remember your history.” He gives another folded shirt to Louie, with a complimentary warning glance. Louie sighs. Shuffles over to his dresser. “Besides- your great Uncle’s looking down about it lately. You have to remember this is his first Christmas with a family and-“

“And shouldn’t that mean that he does everything for us. I mean- he hasn’t exactly been great family material lately. You guys didn’t talk for how long?”

“That’s our issue. Not yours. He wants to get to know you.”

“And I want a private island.” He dumps the shirt it, where it unfolds. Donald growls. “What’s so wrong with me wanting things.”

“It’s not wrong to want things.” Donald stomps over to the dresser and folds the shirt, shoving it far back into the drawer. “It’s wanting things from people who need things from you.”

Louie avoids his Uncle for the rest of the night.

Louie isn’t sure what to do about number three. He could ask for a Jumbotron in his room. Or a speedskater. Or some sort of exotic pet. Like a tiger. Dewey would be so jealous if he wound up with a real, totally-not-fake-green tiger.

He erases it and rewrites it a few times, and whenever he tries to bring it to Scrooge he finds himself backtracking and starting again.

Webby notices. Because Webby always notices. “Are you afraid to hurt his feelings?”

“I told you. He’s rich.”

“Yeah, fine, whatever, but are you afraid to hurt his rich feelings?” He doesn’t say anything. She beams; huge and bright and all Webby, who is basically the sun and the stars and the moon altogether, and makes him want to tell the truth, even as he clamps his mouth shut. She doesn’t know the sun and moon stuff. But she sees his jaw tick and her smile gets wider. “That’s good!” She says. “That’s super good!”

“Why is that good.”

“You care.” He flinches. She realizes what she’s said a moment after and apologizes with a quick “not that I didn’t think you did before-“ but he’s already clutching the list tight in his pocket and looking down.

“No. It’s fine. I get it.”

He was the evil triplet anyway. Why not live up to the name.

He hands his final list to Uncle Scrooge a week before Christmas. Scrooge blinks at it. “You want three scarves?”

Louie shrugs.

Louie’s Private Christmas Events List

1. Webby things he’s heartless 2. Uncle Scrooge thinks he’s a money grubber 3. His brothers probably don’t like him probably for reasonable and boring reasons

Louie isn’t sure how Christmas will work. But he didn’t expect to be woken early in the morning to his Great Uncle shaking him awake. “Come on, lad. Adventure awaits” There were snow clothes passed his way. “Meet us downstairs in fifteen minutes.”

“But Uncle Donald-“

“We’ll be back before he even notices.”

Uncle Donald is not at all pleased with how the day panned out.

They know this, because when they walk through the front door of the mansion, scraped and bruised and still glinting with fresh we-nearly-died glints about them, they’re met with an extension of ire that they’d rarely had the pleasure of seeing. Not since they’d moved in with their grand-uncle, at least. Because the whole nearly dying thing is new for them.

But there’s quite a lot that’s new. Like the missing family holiday’s. Which was subsequently an extension of that newness.

“You missed Christmas!” It’s the first thing they hear when they shuffle their still snowy feet on the rug. Huey is rubbing the back of his head (out of sort of guilt and to ease the throbbing bump he’d gotten down the avalanche) and Dewey is shuffling his feet, trying to make it look like there’s more snow, even when there isn’t, and Webby ducks away to find her grandmother. Louie shoves his hands in his pockets.

Fantastic. First he gives up his million dollar private island and now fights.

“So?” Scrooge hangs up his bag by the door and takes the three kids’, doing the same. “The blasted holiday takes up my time from October till January anyway. I don’t have to give it anymore of my time.”

Donald looks like he wants to yell. What comes out is more like a desperate attempt at usurping the elderly man. They’d climbed the tallest mountain in the world. To Donald, the still unclimbed peak would be his Uncle’s forever growing superiority.

“Uncle Donald?” Dewey tugs on his uncles suit. “We didn’t mean to we swear-“

“You’re taking them to dangerous places, having them come back bruised and missing holidays.” He gestures to Louie. “You’re giving them unrealistic expectations of how things work! Life isn’t a rich paradise!”

“Unrealistic- you’re the one that got them there! Not telling them about me. Now they think I’m just a money dispensing machine!”

Louie feels his throat swell a little.

He wants to pill out his list and say see, scarf, but his Uncles are both on too much of a roll and there’s no stopping it now.

A second avalanche of the day is about to hit.

“I didn’t tell them about you because I was worried this would happen!”

“Maybe worry less! It does nothing for them.”

Seeing that he was quickly losing, Donald shook his head and dragged pitifully back to the place they’d begun. “But they missed Christmas.”

“Auch. Like it’ll hurt the lads to miss one lousy holiday! I had to miss twelve of them. You get to miss one.“

“It’s my holiday.”

“It’s everyone’s Holiday.”

“But this one is mine. I know it’s your house, but these are my kids and-“

“They’re not your kids. They’re Della’s. And if she were still raising them I’m sure they’d of turned out a great deal better and… we share them because they’re not just yours and… and- and-”

Mount Neverest had nothing on the cold that took over that room, then.  

Scrooge sees what he’s said a moment after. Processing his words with every and-

(and… and… and…)

His grip tightens on the cane.

Donald opens his mouth. Closes it.

Huey is looking at his Great Uncle with something of horror. Dewey looks ready to cry.

Louie winds his hands together tight in his pockets and his teeth dig against his lip hard enough to push through skin. Something warm springs against his mouth, and he ignores it. His tongue is overtaken by rust.

“Oh.” Says Donald. Then: “… oh.”

Scrooge looks like he wants to say something too. But Scrooge McDuck does not apologize. His cane tapping is all that drags the four others out of their reverie, watching him walk away down through the foyer. Louie looks up and sees Webby at the top of the stairs, hands over her mouth.

He wants to tell her to buzz off. This is their family problems. Not something to put into her stupid stalker notebooks.

But when she looks at him, sunshine gone, all he sees is pity. It makes him feel ill.

He stands there until everyone else is gone.

And then he leaves, too.

Huey doesn’t say anything and neither does Dewey, but he can hear Dewey crying in the bathroom. The middle triplet had always been the emotional one, Louie thinks, because it’s easier to say that than admit that he feels the prickling of tears in his own eyes.

Louie’s Private Christmas Events List

1. Everything and everyone sucked `1a. Including him

Donald is the first to come see him. He’d played it out in his head a few times. Came up with the perfect way he’d push his hands into his pockets and nod and schmooze and trundle himself away.

Instead he ends up falling against his Uncle. Donald smells like laundry soap and the hot spiced wine he’d helped Beakley with that afternoon. Louie inhales. “I’m sorry,” said Louie.

“You don’t have to be.”

“I do.”

“No,” says Donald. “You don’t.”

Louie presses his face flush against buttons. His hands sting. “You were a good parent,” says Louie. “You are a good parent.”

“…”

Louie doesn’t know if he does know, but he can hear his Uncle’s heart stutter so he hopes that he’s made something right in this all. “Do you think Uncle Scrooge hates me?”

“… No.”

“Does he hate you?”

“He’s always hated me.”

“Really?”

“I don’t know, Louie.” Donald sounds tired.

“… really?”

“No.” Still tired. But different. “No. Scrooge is just… new. To this.”

“This?”

“Family. Sharing his space. Maybe even bathroom schedules, I don’t know.” Donald must have sensed something (or skillfully changing the subject- something passed on well through the Duck genes) because he reached forward to take his nephews face and pull it back. “Your lip-“

Louie still hadn’t cleaned away where his teeth had dug through, and he licked it self consciously. “It’s nothing.”

“Hmm.” His uncle traced it once. “Let me get bacitracin.”

“I’m fine.”

“Go to the bathroom. I’m getting bacitracin.”

Louie sits on the counter while his Uncle treats a cut like a war wound, and thinks that he got pretty lucky in the parent department.

Scrooge doesn’t come out of his rooms on December 26th.

He does leave his room on the 27th, but only to butter toast.

On the 28th, Louie catches of glimpse of him in the library. His sideburns are a little too puffed out and overgrown. Like a choked garden -all weeds- and he’s without his normal spats and hat. He looks disheveled and cold and distracted, and Louie makes a list in his head of things he understands at that moment.

Things Louie Wants to Say to Uncle Scrooge

1. 

On the 29th, Uncle Scrooge comes to Louie.

Louie, to his credit, wasn’t expecting him. He was just waiting to gather up the courage to actually do something when Uncle Scrooge appeared. “Attic,” said Uncle Scrooge.

“What?”

“Meet me in the attic.”

“Uh-“

“You going to dilly dally all day or should I drag you along myself?”

Louie puts down the can of PeP he’d been nursing for the past hour and follows.

The attic is oddly small for such a huge mansion. With sloping towers above, it was hard to try and not bump your head on one of the grooves that arched downwards, and Louie did his best, but still managed to klunk his skull twice on a plank. Scrooge didn’t turn around at the noise. Instead, he led him forward, through the trenches of old newspapers from WW2 and Vietnam and the stacked, dusty frames filled with achievements and awards. Forgotten maybe. Or packed away. Turned from the world.

“Here.” Louie nearly bumped into his Uncle when he stopped abruptly. Tapping a suitcase littered in old stickers twice. “Look.” Scrooge kneeled, and popped it open.

“Oh,” said Louie, once he’d figured out what it was. “… okay.”

The stacks of pictures would have made Webby drool. Della Duck looked up at him from under a layer of dust and through old silverfish bites. His mothers eyes smartly assessing the light she’d been pushed away from. Hello, she seemed to say, when Scrooge picked her up. Been too long, hasn’t it?

“I’m no good at holidays,” says Scrooge, passing his nephew a picture. There was a newspaper clipping pushed in the corner. His first successful excavation. He handed that to Louie, too. The paper felt too fragile under the boys fingers. Like it might turn to ash any moment. “I’m hardly made for families.” He sighs, heavy and shrugs, just as heavy. Just as weighted with what must have been years of practicing this speech. “Some people lose keys? I lose people.”

“I lose everything, too.”

“Not the way I do, boy.” He tapped the newspaper. Handed his nephew another one. “You were right, in a way. I became what I was after for a time. Gold is a losers game. No one wins, really, when there’s too few players. And it was rigged. And I forgot the other pieces were still following me-“

“You’re playing too many board games.”

His Uncle huffed what sounded like a laugh. Then: “there’s a point to this. I promise, there used to be.”

“Was there?”

“Yes.” He sat back. “I think it might be that I’m… that I apologize. To you. For…”

“You don’t know what?”

“There’s a long list. You’re better at lists than I am.” Louie holds down his smile. His fingers tighten around the picture, still in his hands. “I suppose I should apologize to your Uncle at some point. But if you heard anything that made you- I mean- I know I took you away for Christmas-“

Louie nods. “I think Uncle Donald needs an apology more.”

“So do I.” He tapped the picture again. “You can keep that one. I have more.” And he snapped the case shut while Louie tucked his mothers portrait away into his pocket. “Come on.”

On the way down the stairs he does a half turn to say “you know you’re lucky to have your Uncle.”

“I know.”

“He’s a good parent. Smart. Whatever I said-“

“I know.”

“And he’s lucky to have you.”

Louie doesn’t say anything to that one. But he does find the courage to say “we’re lucky to have you,” and then, “I’m sorry, too. You’re not just money.”

“Yes I am.”

They reach the bottom of the stairs. “You’re not.” Louie suddenly very much wants to hug him, but doesn’t. Not yet. “And we are. We all are.”

Scrooge squeezes his shoulder.

“I still need your Christmas list, lad. Unless you’re privy on scarves for the holiday.”

“Scarves are still good. They’re practical.”

“Sure you don’t want that million? I’m feeling generous.”

Louie shakes his head. “Scarves,” he says, and Scrooge winds his arm around his nephew shoulder, tucking him to his side and leading him down to the foyer.

They aren’t there for the apology, but both their uncles are at breakfast, so the storm must have calmed. They knew for sure after Scrooge passed the jam to Donald and Donald laughed at one of Scrooge’s jokes, and the three boys relaxed.

“I wanted to talk to you all about Christmas.” The eldest patriarch of the manor added a second layer of mulberry jam to his toast. “Your Uncle Donald and I thought it best that we do some sort of Christmas tonight.”

“Christmas is over,” Webby licked marmite off her fingers. Huey, sitting next to her, blanched. “It was done a few days ago.”

“Yes, Webbigail, but I’m rich. And I can have another Christmas if I please.” His smile arched into a tease. “That is, if its alright with you?”

She twisted her face up. Thought about it a moment. “Fine,” she conceded primly. “But I get first dibs on the candy canes.”

“Done.”

Louie doesn’t hand his uncle a new list.

He’s oddly alright with it.

A scarf.

That’s what he gets on the morning of the 30th (what they’ve christened apologetic yuletide). It’s been tucked beneath the bows of a sad tree that Launchpad had chosen. One of the last ones, he’d explained. Most of the trees had been reserved weeks before the holiday, and the man selling him the one currently in their custody had been nice enough to check in the warehouse for what remained.

Webby was off most likely shoveling handfuls of Cookie Crisps down her beak, and Dewey and Huey were side by side in a new sleeping bag, choosing which game they’d play first, and arguing over the characters and who’d have dibs (“they’re my games” - “but I’m eldest, yak brain!”) and Louie pulls back the white cardboard top to reveal the beige, wool scarf beneath.

His first thoughts should have been look, a scarf

Instead its: this is going to totally clash with green

Scrooge comes up behind him and touches the fabric. There’s a ghost of a grin on his face- amusement, and sorrow. Regret, too, if Louie looked close enough. “You asked for three scarves.”

“I figured it was more boring and reasonable than an island.” Louie handled the scarf roughly, turning it round. Huh.

“Pah. Private islands are boring. Lonely things without a spit of adventure. No one wants that.”

“I’d want that.”

“No. You don’t.” Scrooge taps the scarf. “This, now this, you want. An adventurers scarf. A real adventurers scarf. And your Uncle has already assured me that more adventures are to come, so I thought I may as well dress you for the occasion.”

“I didn’t climb the last adventure.”

“And now-“ and he lifted one end of the long scarf out, “I have a leash, don’t I?”

Louie snorts. He touches the scarf again. It’s itchy. But it’s warm, and he pulls his hand back when his palms start to sweat. “So what? This worth three scarves or something?”

“Five. Maybe a hundred. Depends who you ask.”

“That good?”

“Finest Peruvian wool there is. Stitched on the mountains of the great summits by monks. I got it years and years ago on my adventure. ‘Fore you were born.”

“So… a hand-me-down?”

“A relic.”

“Got it.” He replaced the lid. “Thanks. I-“ he swallowed. “I do appreciate it.”

“I know.”

Louie sort of wants to hug him again. Even if he did only get him a scarf that totally-absolutely-tragically clashed with his coloring. 

But he doesn’t.

Well- he does later. At night. Chasing after Scrooge down the halls before the man can retire to his chamber. He launches through the dark air and clings to his Uncle and holds on tight enough to be a tourniquet. Tight enough to try and stop crying, crying, crying, but there’s no helping it by then, and Scrooge holds him back and says “I know.”

Because he does.

“Thank you-“

“I know.”

“You didn’t have to-“

“I know.”

“I don’t deserve-“

“Hush,” says Scrooge. “You do.”

“…”

“Say you know, Louie,” says Scrooge. “This is where you say you know you deserve that.”

Louie chokes.

“Louie-“

“I know.”

“Good. This wasn’t boring or reasonable, was it? Not as good as your own mansion but-“ 

Louie snorts a laugh through his tears and Scrooge presses his face against the top of Louie’s head, and the two of them stand there until the shadows grow thin and long and breathing becomes a part of life again. Everything evaporates with closed doors, and Louie tucks himself in besides his brothers, who are nary aware of the exchange.

Reasons for Louie Hugging Scrooge

1. He’d been wanting to for some time 2. Scrooge looked like he had a stick shoved way up his butt and Louie had heard rumor that hugs sometimes helped with that 3. He’d looked at the picture of his mother again. 

3a. He hadn’t noticed her scarf before.

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Traveling Home Chapter 5: The Temple

Notes: I have a Spanish to English translation at the end of the chapter. You’ll understand once you get to the end. I also made this a longer chapter than usual to make up for the lack of updates yesterday and the late update today. Happy Easter!

Summary: Donald tries to escape the temple with the Ahuizotl is giving chase. Scrooge and the others make it back to the plane and an amigo arrives at the village.

Previous Chapter: https://shadow-light19.tumblr.com/post/172389666097/traveling-home-chapter-4-the-quicksand

Next Chapter: https://shadow-light19.tumblr.com/post/172578583882/traveling-home-chapter-6-the-mansion-notes-at

Day 1

 “Can you hurry it up please?” Donald struggled to keep his voice calm. It pitched in panic at the end though.

He was already sunk to his chest. Scrooge twirled the rope and tossed it at the hiking stick. It missed. Scrooge reeled it in as he sunk a bit and twirled the rope again. Donald gripped his bag’s straps in anticipation. Scrooge had just hooked the rope on the stick when Donald felt something grab his leg. Before he could cry out in alarm, he was dragged under the quicksand. After a couple seconds, he hit solid ground with a resounding thud.

“Ow!” Donald sat up and rubbed his back.

“Where am I?”

~Grrrrrghrgh~

“Oh no...” Donald quickly stood and faced the direction the growl had come from.

The Ahuizotl glared back at him. It flexed its deadly claws.

~ROOOAAARRRR~

“Waaak!” Donald turned around and ran.

He didn’t know where he was going but he had to lose the creature. Each tunnel had several other tunnels connected and he ran until he found a door. He shouldered it open then held his breath as he shut the door, pressing his ear to it. Donald didn’t relax until he heard pounding pawsteps go past. Now that he was safe for the moment, he could try to figure out where he was. He turned away from the door.

“Wa-!” Donald clasped his beak shut with his hands.

Hopefully, the Ahuizotl didn’t hear that.

The chamber was filled with decaying bodies of fish and skeletons. Some skeletons were still wearing frayed or damaged clothing of villagers and sailors. Donald stumbled and vomited. He took a couple deep breaths to calm down before carefully tiptoeing his way through the chamber. The smell was horrible and he didn’t want to chance being in the same room for too long.

As he passed a pile midway through the chamber, a glimmer caught his attention. He turned back. There amidst a pile of dead fish, was a pile of stones. At the very top of the pile, was a gleaming blue topaz the size of a hairbrush.

That must be the Topaz!

Donald snagged it off the pile and shoved it into his bag. Since the chamber had three other doorways, he decided to go through the doorway directly across from where he entered.

Just as he closed the door behind him, he heard a thunderous bang from the chamber.

Oh no! It caught up with me!

Donald couldn’t stop to pull up the map on his phone. He would have to look at it after he got to a safer place. He took off through the tunnels again, crisscrossing in every direction. Donald must’ve been running and dodging through chambers and tunnels for hours, with short breaks in between, before he finally felt safe enough to rest awhile. Donald collapsed against the tunnel’s wall in exhaustion. He took a gulp of water from his water bottle and grabbed a granola bar from his bag.

Who knows how long I’m gonna be trapped in this tunnel? I have to make sure I ration everything just in case.

Donald had a couple extra water bottles in his bag as well as several bags of trail mix and a couple granola and protein bars. Launchpad had been carrying most of the supplies so Donald only had snacks on him. Once he was more rested, Donald pulled his phone out of his bag.

IT’S 9:45 PM?! Donald was dumbfounded. He didn’t realize that a whole day had passed by.

Everyone must be so worried! I hope Uncle Scrooge took the kids home. I don’t want them anywhere near this temple.

Donald noticed that his phone battery was at 78%. He would need to conserve it until he could get to the surface and call his family. He unlocked his phone and pulled up the photo of the map. He scanned it for any chamber he recognized but couldn’t find anything remotely similar to where he was.

Looks like I’m in one of the unexplored areas. I wonder how big this temple actually is?

 Day 3 - Morning 

 It took Scrooge and the gang about 2 days to make it back to the little village that they had landed the plane by. Everyone was tired and heartbroken from their adventure and the villagers picked up on it. They noticed how that one duck with the black sailor suit was absent and that the rest of the travelers looked worn.

“If there is anything this village can do for you all please let us know. We give you our condolences for your friend.” The head of the village offered. He was a large dog with a gray mustache.

“Thanks, man, but I think we all really just want to go home now. It’s hitting everyone hard right now.” Launchpad replied.

Scrooge and the kids didn’t even notice that they were being spoken to.

“Have a safe journey home, travelers.” The villagers departed to their homes or nearby buildings to let them be.

Launchpad turned back to the group. They were heading for the plane on the outskirts of the village. The whole trip back had been quiet and depressing. Even now Launchpad wasn’t sure how to help them. He was struggling to keep himself composed enough to get them home.

I hope Mrs. Beakley knows how to help everyone. I don’t even know how we’re going to be able to handle this, let alone inform Donald’s friends and family about his passing.

   Panchito Romero Miguel Junipero Francisco Quintero Gonzales and his trusty steed, Señor Martinez, were traveling alongside a mountain range. The two had been traveling for some time, seeking adventure and fortune so that Panchito could build his own Rancho.

“Hey look Señor Martinez! Es un cuidadito!”

The two were still a couple of miles from the village.

“Let’s ride!” Señor Martinez whinnied in agreement and took off running.

As they were approaching the village, they noticed a big red plane taking off from the left-side outskirts.

“That’s pretty fancy Señor! I wonder who they are aye? We’ll ask the aldeanos when we arrive.”

The two were surprised when they saw that most of the villagers were not outside when they rode into the village center. Panchito guided Señor Martinez to a trough filled with water and walked into the bar. He found several villagers inside having a drink.

“Hola Señora!” Panchito greeted as he pulled up a chair to a pretty dog.

“What was up with the fancy plane?”

The woman smiled sadly at Panchito.

“It was a group of travelers that just left. They wanted to find a treasure that is in a nearby temple, even though we warned them that many adventurers have been lost in their journey. It seems the same consequence beheld them.”

Panchito took his sombrero off his head and held it to his chest.

“Aye, it is a sad day indeed to lose an amigo. Tan triste de hecho.”

“I’m sure it sounds horrible but I sort of expected it. It was a duck that was dressed in a black sailor suit and sailor hat. The Ahuizotl is known to take sailors and fishermen.”

Panchito froze at the description.

No, I’m being dramático. Just because it sounds like Donaldo doesn’t mean it is.

“Can you tell me what the travelers looked like?”

The woman could tell that something was wrong since Panchito’s tone changed.

“… There was a tall pato wearing a pilot’s suit, an older pato with a thick accent wearing a top hat and holding a cane, three pequeño patos wearing red, blue, and green, and una pequeña pato wearing a purple and pink blouse and skirt. The one that never returned had the worst temperamento.”

Panchito quickly placed the hat on his head.

“The one that went missing, that is one of mi mejores amigos! I have to go look for him! Where is the temple?!”

The woman got up from her seat.

“I’ll show you where to go, but first you’re gonna need some supplies.

  Translations

 “Rancho” - Ranch

“Es un cuidadito” – It’s a little town.

“Aldeanos” – Villagers

“Señora” – Miss

“Amigo” – Friend

 “Tan triste de hecho.” – So sad indeed.

"Pato" - Duck

“Pequeño/Pequeña pato” – Little boy/girl

“Temperamento” – Temper

“Mejores amigos” – Best friends