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zehecatl · 3 months ago

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2024 media thread PART OCTOBER

2th October: Sonic The Hedgehog: Scrapnik Island

so i've never, in my entire life, read a Sonic comic- even though i've been eyeing them for literal years at this point, i just. never got around to it. and i remember when this mini-series dropped, i was like 'oh? 👀' because i am nothing if not weak for (vaguely) spooky settings, so at some point or another i bought it, didn't get around to it for a bit, and then, finally- sat down and read it today

and yeah. yeah. i like this. i would, literally, die for Mecha Sonic, and i guess? i have to buy the IDW Collections now??

it's kind of hard to judge all of Sonic (IDW) comics just from one mini-series, but it did very much pull me in, and the art was genuinely gorgeous- like, woah! some of those scenes! i especially like the indoor scenes, really leaning into the spookiness there, and also i really like how the scrapnik looks... funky little friends 🥺

funnily enough, i think the character i liked the least is Sonic, but i'm kind of compelled by that? like, i'm nowhere near as deep in the Sonic hole as i want, but i kind of like the fact that he's a bit of a jerk. it adds charm <3

also i love Tails. like. i absolutely adore Tails. he's my sweet baby boy, and i can't wait to see more of him (since i likely won't see Mecha...), he is literally perfect

anyway, uh. good comic! yay! :D

5th October: The Amazing Digital Circus 3

man, TADC really just keeps on putting out bangers, and- in my humble opinion- this one is the best one so far

like first of all, love the setting and genre use here. it's not too spooky or anything, so people unused to horror can still watch along, but it's still really well done horror, and it's perfectly balanced with TADC's usual comedy. also the monster design- chef's fucking KISS. love the reveal at the end, it's so fun

secondly, rather obviously- THE KINGER FOCUS. god damn, they really hit it out of the park there- he's very obviously In Focus, but he doesn't overtake Pomni's spot as main character, and i really like how we're learning about him with Pomni. it's very charming, and really centralizes her as the main character. like. we are on this journey with her

also i just love him. like let me make that clear. Kinger i love you and i would kill for you

Zooble's wasn't as focused on, which is kind of sad, since they likely won't get an episode to themselves, though we can hope for more focus. on the other hand, i really like the dynamic they had with Cain, and using that as a way to let us see more of Cain was a real treat

it's honestly just such a good episode. like. TADC continues being nothing but genuine peak, and i cannot wait to watch more of it! good fucking show

9th October: Dome Keeper

oh Dome Keeper, i wish i liked you more than i do. there is, for sure, a really good game here- it's not very positive on steam for nothing, after all- but i simply did not click with it

like, i did put 30 something hours into it. i absolutely got my money's worth. but i'm already starting to forget about it entirely, leaving only vaguely bored memories of it behind... quite honestly, i just don't think i was the target audience, here

i do wish i liked it more, though. lovely atmosphere, mining is rather chill, and the base defending -while not a genre i particularly like- was a good enough combination of chill and tense. it was just not meant to be 😔

10th October: The Boy and the Heron

thinking back on it now, writing this after like, twenty days, the Boy and the Heron truly didn't hit as hard for me as i wanted it to

it's not a bad movie- it's a great movie, even, because it is nothing if not a Ghibli classic, and i think anyone who likes animation should watch it, immediately, but... i don't know. something about it makes me wrinkle my nose a little, looking back. it almost feels too busy, too full of its own ideas- none of the relationships between Mahito and the others really hit, not even the one that truly should have, no matter what. i liked the characters, i loved the world, but somehow it just.. didn't hit me

plus, the ending left me feeling kind of flat. like, i get what they were going for, i see the vision, but it personally just... didn't accomplish what it meant to accomplish

haha, i feel like i have to reiterate- great movie. like, it's Ghibli. as much as i'm nitpicking at it now, it was a great watch, and definitely one that's going to be remembered, down the line. just not a personal fave

13th October: The Wild Robot

man. this is such a good fucking movie

like. i knew it was gonna be good- i ended up going to see it specifically because everyone was gushing about it on the twitters, but, like. man. this is such a good fucking movie

i honestly don't have a lot to say about it, other than, like. this is with a family (animated) movie should be. it's such a perfect example of a Good Movie, with such genuine heart and so much love poured into it, and just. yeah. that's the good shit

i know some people wasn't overly fond of the ending, but at least personally, i think it was the right ending. like, it felt very fitting for the story, and could lead into a sequel. which isn't something i'm personally hankering for, but the book does have one, so, hey, that could be fun

but other than that, yeah, i don't have a lot to say? it's a really good movie

19th October: Niichan (by Harada)

i'm kind of waffling about how to properly talk about Nii-chan, because it is very much a manga about the relationship between an adult and a child, but it's also very much outside of reality, like. it's not unrealistic, exactly, but the ending is very much a fantasy, and one i really rather like, but at the same time, it does address the grooming aspect rather realistically, at least at first, but also, just. it's a yaoi. hmm

i do really like this short series. i like how it starts, and how it develops, and i like how it ends, and yes, it's fucked up, but that's the charm of it- the fact that Yui (the child) falls in love with Kei (the adult), and gets to stay in love with him, would in reality be beyond fucked up, but in the realm of fiction, it's. sweet

i saw someone interpret it as more of a work about the 'specific agony that comes from being considered “disgusting” to society, especially the disgust shown to direct or indirect victims of abuse who behave deviantly', and i do think that's more accurate than taking it Deeply Serious as a work about grooming. even if i did not read the actual essay lol

OH, ALSO. DEEPLY IMPORTANT. there's a really charming and delightful female character in this, and i love her so much; the way she sticks by Yui even as she finds Kei disgusting, is so very cute, and i'm deeply enamoured with her. Maiko <3 you are the queen of this whole story <3

i do wish we had a proper translation for this one, since the one i read was... messy. and it's a great work! as much as it touches on deeply taboo subject, i think it's fascinating, and extremely well-written, and also the art is a treat

19th October: Tenchi Muyo OVA series 1

i don't really like harem anime. like, i don't hate the genre, but in general, i find it deeply boring and bland, and unless an anime sounds really interesting, or i've heard amazing things, i am just. not going to watch it

and yet. Tenchi Muyo

at some point not too long ago, but still far enough back it's probably been at least a year, i watched a video on one of the anime series. and said video had praise. and despite myself, i was interested- so fast forward to now, more or less, and i decided- hey. there's a six episode OVA. i could watch that

and oh boy, am i glad i did, because Tenchi Muyo slaps

it is, genuinely, such a great little series- the animation is nice, the writing is surprisingly good, the characters are great, and despite feeling a little bit all over the place, the plot is interesting and engaging. like, it's no wonder this was such a hit back in the day, because i am charmed

and despite being a harem, it barely feels like one- Tenchi isn't a pervert, and is instead a surprisingly normal guy, who has just found himself in the most bonkers situation, and is doing his best to handle it- like, he's nice! he's endearing in his normality! i would pet him gently on the head!! and while there is a whole lot of women around him, none of it feels forced, or particularly in your face

also, the only real romance genuinely seems to be between Ryouko, Tenchi, and Ayeka, despite what Mihoshi and the branding would have you believe. and i'm pretty sure those three will eventually figure it out and kiss about it. they got those poly vibes

also, importantly- the female characters. like holy shit, i love these gals. i am genuinely, still, surprised at how well-written these girls are. they're genuinely such great characters, and i am really looking forward to coming back to them, at some point down the line

like Tenchi Muyo is just- it's just good. it's definitely one of those classics that shouldn't be forgotten, and deserves to be remembered, because they were cooking some good fucking food, here. it's great <3

30th October: The Legend of Zelda: Echoes of Wisdom

i did not mean to take a month to finish this dang game, but such it is, and, unsurprisingly- it's good

like. it's Nintendo. it's Zelda. of course it's good. it's charming, it's fun, it's got an interesting gameplay mechanic at its core, there really is not much else to say

i do think i would have personally preferred a more typical Zelda, but that's not really related to anything other than personal preference. i like stabbing and slashing and jumping around, and while i think the mechanic is neat, it's not one that personally appeals

i do think it's a very smart take on a playable Zelda, because it's unique (and therefore gives us a reason to actually play as her, outside of 'i would like to') and does fit into the whole. wisdom role. she has. i do wish the menu was. better. because holy shit, it's so bad, but apparently TOTK (<- has not played it) has the same problem, so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

there's obviously not a lot of story or anything, it's a Zelda, but it's got the usual charm and energy, and i really liked the characters. it's such a joyful little world to explore, and even when i was forcing myself to Lock In, i was very much having fun. also i would kill an entire nation for Condé

31th October: Late Homework

a little horror snack! for my Halloween!!

genuinely a fantastic little game that i had a great time with, even if it wasn't particularly long or difficult. like, it's just a good time! a little spooky! amazing atmosphere! absolutely fantastic lowpoly graphics!! there is nothing here NOT to love, and i definitely don't regret buying it for a second

there's also a bunch of costumes to find, and some score chasing you can do, including an option for a harder difficulty, so there's definitely a little bit of replayability here! it's generally not my thing, but maybe i'll do it with this one... it's such a neat little game :]

also there's a bonus secret folder in the game that shows you low res cat pictures, and i think that's the most genius idea i've ever seen. please. devs. do more of that. i wanna see your cats (other pets also allowed)

#media thread

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boolger · 10 months ago

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i was tagged by the sweet @rosieblogstuff !!<3 anyone who wants to answer this too, consider this your tag 🫡💖

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 53! Somehow, haha. Once I'm done w thesis, it will grow for sure!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

608,326 words! 😳 i stresswrite

3. What fandoms do you write for?

right now its only Macgyver(2016) and Call of Duty! I've made a marvel crossover, but not anything else. Once I'm done with uni and actually have the time to write and see shows without feeling like I should be doing other stuff, I will definitely write for more! I want to write something for stuff like Knives out, Phantom of the Opera, Star wars -- but mainly a ton of Macgyver and call of duty, lol

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? well, they've changed quite recently, since i jumped headfirst into the COD fandom and was welcomed very nicely! So, right now, theyre:

Adventures of 141's bunny (1,502 kudos😳😳)- Call of Duty

Mami's omega (448 kudos) - Call of Duty

The Heron Club (363 kudos) - Call of Duty

Warm water (150 kudos) - Macgyver

A pregnant night (144 kudos) - Macgyver

Im very grateful for each single kudos !!💖🥰

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, or I try now! It was easier when I was only in the macgyver fandom, since it is much smaller, but now in the Call of Duty fandom, i'm afraid I simply cannot keep up! So if I don’t reply to your comment, I’m sorry, I’m not trying to be rude or anything!👉👈

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

phew, that is one good question, because I honestly don't know. I have a tendency to end things either happy and hopeful like, or dark and like, with the vibe of things just being uncertain but not necersarily angsty? Lmk if im wrong lmao. I think the closest is in A dog needs a garden, but then again, its not really angsty - at least not to the characters. just... dark.🤷‍♀️

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

hm. I mean, in my two fics Sir and his good boy and my baby’s got a gun (that I struggle to read myself now bc while I do have a soft spot for them, I hate my writing lol.) I make poor Mac go through a lot of shit, and they both end up on a happy or hopeful note- so those two, I guess? For now, heh.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

mmm, not really. When I do get some questionable comments, I either just answer in a jokingly manner or ignore it. I think I've only deleted one comment, lol. 💀

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

hah, YES. what don't I write. Despite being ace and not really being interested in sex irl, I sure do write a lot of smutty smut. I mostly write kinky stuff, a lot of BDSM ones. A lot of darker stuff too. I mean, out of 53 fics I think maybe 13 ish of them doesn’t have smut in them? So yeah, I write a bunch of smut.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Well, I've only written three (so far) lol. Two of them was just... Angus Macgyver and Jack Dalton having a threesome with a character from a different fandom, LMAO. I've written them having a threesome with Bucky Barnes from marvel and then one with Simon Ghost Riley from Call of Duty. The craziest one technically isn’t a crossover lmao, more just the fact that I made twilight vampires canon in a Macgyver fic I wrote once 💀😂 it’s called this is the skin of a killer, Jack and yes, I find it funny and stupid myself.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I hope not, lol. So no, at least not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Uh, no, again, not that I know of, lmao.👀

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Mmm, not technically, no. I don't talk often with a lot of fanfic writers, (im shy and idk how to become friends with people) but I do have 2 wonderful sweet friends I met through the macgyver fandom, whom i'm very grateful for and love lots. (They adopted my imposter ass who hadn’t even seen the show) They have managed to deal w my annoying ass for like... almost 2 years, I think and somehow isn't scared away yet. So, what I was going with that is, no, i've not co-written anything, but they do spar a lot with me and we discuss ideas and such, hehe. They've def helped me with a lot of fics.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

That is one good question that I honestly don't know the answer of. I'm pretty open to most ships, as long as they're written well in the fic or the show. (and legal. and not *ncest or pseudo *ncest.)

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

don't call me out like this, I have a lot of WIPS. But honestly? Probably Wet footprints on the wooden floor (Macgyver). A part of me wants to, but its been like 1,5year or so, i think. At this point I would probably just delete it, then rewrite the entire thing and post it again, lol, because I do like the concept.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I don't know, actually. I like to think I write somewhat interesting plots whenever I'm trying not to just write pure smut. But eh, idk. I think I have an okay sense of humor too? but I am also biased.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Weird sentences! English isn't my first language, Danish is! and the structure of a sentence can be very different in Danish, so sometimes my English sentences ends up weird bc they're translated, lol. I'm working on it and I have definitely become better ver since writing my first fanfic, lol.🤷‍♀️

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I like to read it, but I struggle with writing it! It's hard, especially when you dont speak a certain language. I sometimes go with google translate, but I've tried just writing it like this when its in another language, lol. so ye, fun but hard.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Eh, i mean, I wrote a fanfic or two when I was like 15 or something, but I cannot, for the life of me, remember what for. probably marvel or twilight or something😂

If we go with the boolger account time-line, then it's Macgyver!

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

don't make me choose between my babies. So I shall cheat the system and mention some of my fav.

The many deaths of a phoenix(macgyver), since I like the plot ideas lol, even though I feel stuck with it atm.

Lovers in the garden of Eden (macgyver) (dead dove dont eat) which is def fucked up, not the worst kind I've written but still. It has a special place in my dark, f'ed up heart. 🖤

Do you think I'm broken? (macgyver) bc I tried to voice a lot of my own gender struggles through it lol.

and finally, i am a lil proud of So long as I'm your favorite toy(COD) heh.

#my writing #about me

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wandering-lane · 2 years ago

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Inspired by the song The Goose and The Wren by Hop Along

I've got a bit of a story worked out behind the song in my brain that's Ace Attorney-ed that isn't obvious from just the drawing (Duh), but I think the drawing is also cool on its own, so a bit of an explanation is below! Warnings for Ace Attorney: Spirit of Justice spoilers!

Sorry for no background, I couldn't figure that much out :')

The Goose and The Wren is a VERY good song that I feel matches up very well with my personal interpretation of Nahyuta's character, as well as the events of Spirit of Justice in general.

The Characters-

Goose- Nahyuta, I used specifically a Swan Goose because A, They live in the area I'd imagine Khura'in is, and B, perty goose :)

Wren- Apollo, Small, pointy, need I say more?

Heron- Dhurke, Big boy and also it makes more sense later into the song

"While in the form of the ant The goose and the wren Left the shores of Maryland To find better oxygen"

A baby Apollo and Nahyuta fleeing the conflict of their home country mayhaps?

"While the outcry of twenty men Run from the nearby battalion As if we avoid their light That we might make it home tonight"

Dhurke and the defiant dragons fleeing from the soldiers chasing em

"And one old crook Carries a very heavy book Friends would say 'Sir Are you sure some good Could come of your learning?'"

Bet you can't guess who the old crook is (It's Dhurke)! The book would be Baby Apollo and Nahyuta, the friend is ya boi Datz

"And he said 'My girl gave it to me Just before the war I've never read a book like this before It's giving me kind of a kind of a, kind of a Burning'"

I mean, Amara WOULD have given birth only a bit before she "Died", and Dhurke wouldn't have known much or anything about Apollo. Also the burning bit.. That goes for both of the kiddos, but especially Polly.

"But if it is love then I'm not quite sure if I should keep it But I've heard it's a part of the whole so I guess I need it But I'll certainly be sure to stay above the ground Lately beautiful things got a way of bringing me down"

Mans is basically a kill-on-site wanted criminal. He probably questioned if bringing two small children who not only would be in danger, but also a liability if they were, say, held hostage. But also it's his family and Dhurke is a family man so he takes 'em anyways. He'll certainly be sure to stay away from trouble, and his beautiful things were almost all taken away from him. "Dead" wife moment.

"Here lie one hundred men Fighters every one of them They went into the light and oh no They won't be home tonight"

A post-soj Nahyuta reminisces on his mistakes as a prosecutor, leading not only countless innocent people to their deaths and imprisonments, but also the deaths and imprisonments of the defense attorneys, Defiant Dragons, all people that he was once part of.

"And I came upon a kid with a kite Despite the storms said he's going to fly So I said 'Brother What would your mother say?'"

He thinks back on his younger self, filled with dreams of a bright future. He was going to go into the fray, and he'd lead the Dragons to victory. He thinks back on what he would change.

"And he said 'Hold your tongue! It was a present And God damn I am a man I ain't afraid of the rain!'"

A young headstrong Nahyuta's response to his own older self's warning. He doesn't fear the Ga'ran regime. He's untouchable. (I also like to think of the kite and it being a present as a metaphor to the Defiant Dragon tattoo on his palm. He was given the trust of his father and the Dragons, and that was all he needed.)

"But what can a bystander do? No more than watch the spidery lights take a hold of you But you know I warned you boy You know I told you boy I'll hold you back boy But now I don't know but Cause in a curious kind of way I want to grow along with you"

More reminiscing, he can't do anything to change his past decisions. All he can do is remember as Ga'ran (Spidery lights. It works too perfectly.) wraps a wire around a neck and pulls him into her manipulation. Nahyuta admonishes his younger self, but he also knows that he was carefree and happy back then, and that the reason he's where he is today is because of the past.

"And morning did come I was standing struck dumb By the man in the sun And the only live one Held a string from his thumb That stretched up to the sky Where the heron flew by Singing 'Oh me and oh my!'"

But the storm passed, and the man in the sun (This one's too easy) came, holding the string that connected them all together. To the Heron, Dhurke, to Nahyuta, and to Apollo.

"And the goose and the wren No I have not seen them But the water looks nice So I dare not think twice And I'm sure that they're fine Very good friends of mine Cause sometimes I can't tell When things are unwell"

He isn't back in the mountains with Apollo, but things are calming now, and he doesn't have to worry about Ga'ran's noose around his neck anymore.

"By the look of the sea Starting straight back at me And I miss 'em I do But I think it is true That when the love go It's the lovers who show Just how lovely they are In a song or a scar"

He misses his childhood, but look where he is now. He has Apollo, he has his mother, his sister, all these people. I always tend to think of the "When the love go" part as Nahyuta thinking about Apollo and Klavier. In a song, or a scar (I always hear that part as Star but either works fine).

"Sincerely your friend Write back to me, Wren I've been thinking too much Down here in the sand"

Literally him just thinking about Apollo and bein like don't leave me hangin broski :')

"The farmer stands and says 'What happened to the land? It used to be fertile. It used to be good, when I was a lad.'"

Dhurke looking over Khura'in (Or the law, or both), and commenting on the corruption seeded into it.

"The farmer calls out to his men says 'It's getting late boys, it's best you come back in.'"

It switches from Dhurke yelling to the Defiant Dragons to him just calling out to baby Apollo and Nahyuta. To his sons, telling them to come back inside before it gets too late.

That part repeats a couple times after that, but anyways.

If you can't tell this has a whole animatic in my head that I might put onto paper someday. I've thought far too much about this song.

Anyways pt 2 hope you all enjoy my thoughts, they plague me so now they get to plague you as well.

#Goose #Wren #Heron #Drawing #My art #ace attorney #nahyuta sahdmadhi #apollo justice #dhurke sahdmadhi #spirit of justice #Klapollo #kinda #ramblings of a lunatic #yes thats another song I like #the goose and the wren

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lettheladylead · 4 years ago

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The Golden Heir Chapter 6 - Blood [Ch1] [Ch2] [Ch3] [Ch4] [Ch5] [Ch7] [Ch8]

Dickie opened her eyes to find herself tied up and in a room with a lot of unfamiliar faces. There were a bunch of tied up kids, and two little girls talking to them, and then a surprisingly familiar person was tied to two other people in the corner of the room.

As the boys (triplets? They looked familiar, like she’d seen them on the news) turned to talk to the one little girl that was tied up, Dickie looked over at the adults and sat up straight to make sure she was seeing things right.

“...Gyro?”

Everyone in the room turned to look at her, and everyone looked massively confused except for the two girls that weren’t tied up.

Gyro in particular looked like he was understanding the situation less and less. “...Dickie? Wha...what are you doing here?!”

She looked around the room and noticed that one of the triplets was staring at her like he knew her from somewhere. The other two were animatedly discussing how their Uncle Scrooge was faring in a fight and Dickie finally realized who they all were - Huey, Dewey, and Louie, Scrooge McDuck’s nephews! She wasn’t an expert, but she’d read articles about their family before.

“I’m, uh...not really sure,” she said quietly. “My grandma told me to just do whatever these weird bad guys said or else they’d hurt me, so…”

“Your grandmother…?” Gyro mumbled, looking around the room. “I don’t understand, I thought they were just taking people with a connection to Scrooge.”

The little girls looked at each other and started giggling as the triplets and the other little girl leaned towards each other. Dickie wondered if they were trying to break the ropes holding them up, but that definitely wasn’t going to work. She opened her mouth to say something again when the screen on the wall blipped and suddenly they were all able to see something very frightening.

The two people she’d interacted with earlier - Heron and Bradford, apparently - were standing atop some sort of structure looking even more evil than before.

“Hi Mommy!” June said with a little wave.

“Each of them will soon be erased from existence as well,” Bradford said, and Dickie propped herself into a fully seated position and then tried to scoot closer to Gyro and the other adults.

She didn’t understand what was happening at all but she could see behind Heron was a small group of people chained up and hanging near the edge of the tower, overtop of what seemed like a swirling vortex of doom. Though she could only see a few strands of blonde in the far corner, Dickie knew exactly who was out there.

“Granny…” she said softly, almost too soft for anyone to hear.

Louie, though, glanced back at her with a confused look on his face.

Everyone was silently watching the scene folding outside until Bradford suddenly shoved Heron into the vortex. Dickie wasn’t able to hear everything they said, but she was pretty sure that wasn’t a part of the plan based on how upset the two girls got.

“MOM!”

“NO!!!”

They yelled out and cradled the screen which had turned to just noise.

The girl that was tied to Gyro spoke up. “Wait, he’s gonna get rid of his own team, too?!”

“Do you know how replaceable clones are?” Gyro responded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

The two little girls turned towards them looking somber and Dickie finally started to realize what was happening. Those little girls must’ve been misguided clones of the other little girl that looked just like them. The one the triplets called Webby.

She still didn’t know what this all had to do with her grandma or with her. Why had Bradford needed her to get that weird piece of paper? Was that the Papyrus that he yelled about before killing Heron?

“Bradford’s lying! Mom told us the story of the Papyrus of Binding. It can only be found by a direct descendant of Scrooge!” the red triplet explained. “I didn’t find it!”

“Me neither!”

“Nah-uh!”

Webby looked confused. “But then...why did Bradford try to have me find it?” She swung around for a moment. “I’m not...I mean...what Granny told me earlier…”

The boys looked at each other. “What did she tell you?”

“That I’m not really her granddaughter…” Webby said sadly, staring down at the floor. “That she found me as a baby in F.O.W.L. headquarters. And Bradford said I was made by F.O.W.L. But...why?”

A heavily-accented voice filled the room with a sing-song response. “Well, obviously they were trying to create a descendant of Scrooge McDuck!”

Everyone stared at the man holding the harmonica and he looked back as if he hadn’t said something strange. “What?”

“So you’re saying…” Huey’s face contorted through a hundred expressions as he put his thoughts together. “May and June are made from Webby and...Webby is made from...Uncle Scrooge?”

Webby’s mouth was hanging open. “Bless me bagpipes…”

“Wait, so, like, does that make Webby Scrooge’s daughter?” Dewey mumbled. “Then why didn’t the Papyrus appear for her?”

“I guess the Papyrus didn’t count it,” Huey said. “If Webby is a genetically modified clone, then I suppose she isn’t technically a descendant.”

“But that doesn’t change the fact that they have the Papyrus!” Webby yelped. “So then...how did…?”

Louie’s eyes widened and he turned the group of boys around to look back at Dickie. She knew she needed to say something but felt awkward interrupting during this moment of revelations for their family, but she was starting to come to a conclusion of her own and that needed her full attention.

“Your name is...Dickie, right?”

Gyro looked between Louie and Dickie and almost jumped when he realized what was happening.

“Yeah...um…” Dickie mumbled, looking down at the floor.

“You look a lot like our Aunt Goldie,” Louie continued. The other kidnapees in the room gasped, Gyro and Von Drake excluded, and Louie nodded feeling very confident in his conclusion.

“...Aunt Goldie, huh?” She looked up at Louie and grinned sheepishly. “To me, she’s just...Grandma Goldie.”

“WHAT?!” Huey shouted, shaking the boys around. “Grandma like...like grandma grandma? Goldie O’Gilt?!”

“...yeah.”

Webby was staring at her so intensely and Dickie couldn’t look back. “So...did the Papyrus appear to you?”

Dickie nodded after a moment of hesitation. “He didn’t tell me what it was! I was just following orders so he wouldn’t kill anybody!”

Gyro let out a loud, inhuman noise. “You’ve been related to Scrooge this entire time and never thought to mention it?”

“Well I-I didn’t know!” Dickie yelled, struggling against the rope around her. “She always told me she didn’t know who my grandpa was!”

The kids all looked at Louie, knowing he had a special relationship with Goldie and might have more insight on this situation than the rest of them. He just shook his head. “I’m sure Aunt Goldie had her reasons for keeping this from Uncle Scrooge.”

“Or maybe she...she really didn’t know!” Dickie chimed in. “Just ‘cause this Bradford guy figured it out doesn’t mean Granny knew, right?”

“Oh, she definitely knew,” Von Drake said suddenly, making everyone look at him again. He seemed to have all the answers that no one else did. “Sure, Goldie likes to have fun, but she’d never carry a baby to term unless it was ol’ Scrooge McDuck’s, no doubt about that.”

“...how can you possibly be so sure about that?” Gyro said with a judgemental glare. The girl between them grimaced.

Von Drake opened his mouth to answer, but then stared at the gaggle of children in front of him and quickly shut his beak. “Ah...well. Just, ah, take my word for it.”

Dickie frowned and stared down at the floor. “So...what? I’m...Scrooge McDuck’s granddaughter? And that’s why they brought me here and tied me up? This is kind of insane, you guys know that, right?”

“Considering I just found out I’m a genetically modified clone of your grandpa…” Webby started, pouting her beak. “I think it’s not the craziest thing we learned today.”

“...that’s a good point.”

“Hey!” Dewey spoke up, spinning the boys around. “Does this make you Webby’s niece?”

Dickie and Webby looked at each other curiously. “I never imagined myself with an aunt that’s, like, half my age.”

Webby smiled awkwardly at the older girl and started to respond when her clones finally spoke up after staying silent for so long.

“So that’s it? That’s why we were made? So Bradford could find some dumb piece of paper and get rid of us?!” May shouted, staring down at her hands.

“...we weren’t even good enough to do that. We never have been.”

Dickie watched the girls talking to each other as Webby went into a little rant about family, and leaned back against the wall behind her. Sure, alright, she was technically Scrooge McDuck’s family. But that was just through blood. She definitely didn’t feel like his family. She didn’t even know him.

Knowing that her grandma kept this from her made Dickie feel like she wasn’t even a part of the family she knew. Of course families kept secrets from each other. Even the family in front of her - as much as they loved each other and kept each other strong, they clearly had a lot of secrets that’d just come out in the last day. Maybe she shouldn’t be so picky. At least she didn’t just learn she’s a clone of the richest guy on earth.

“Please...help us save our family,” Webby finished, and the two other girls looked at each other for a moment before smiling and reaching out to undo their knots.

#ducktales #dickie duck #webby vanderquack #gyro gearloose #ludwig von drake #huey duck #louie duck #dewey duck #may duck #june duck #gandra dee #carrofics #art #the golden heir #yes this is unconnected to my other dickie duck verses yes she and gyro are still friends #here i imagine he taught a class at duckburg u when he was struggling to get funding #scroldie

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beclynn-herondale · 5 years ago

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Chapter 6 - the Company of the Carstairs Family

( the world and characters except my OCs belong to Cassandra Clare)

Mina was getting ready for the day ahead, her family was coming to visit and she was overjoyed. She missed her younger siblings and big brother and her mom and dad of course. It had almost been a year since she came to live at the New York Institute and she was settling in okay. When she arrived her room was a plain white but she painted it a lavender Purple and Had Tessy paint lavender flowers on the walls as well, Mina loved it, her bed was a queen sized four corner bed with grey sheets and purple comforter. She had four pillows with purple pillows cases. She had pictures of her family hung up on the walls and special family outings they had, her mom and dad have always told her she's loved adventure since she was a baby. She also had a nice collection of blades, swords and knives in cases at one end of her bedroom. She had her violin on the fireplace and a guitar in a corner. Her floor was wood tile, her bathroom was painted a light blue. She was thinking about what her family will think when they see her making herself at home, here in New York Institute-

"Mina the Beautiful!." Said her Parabatai Charlie, coming into her bedroom. "You know if you keep up those nicknames people will start to think we're more then Parabatai." Mina told her Parabatai with a teasing tone. "Don't worry I am totally platonically gay for you." Said Charlie with a amused tone in her voice. "So what brings you to my bedroom?" Mina asked Charlie with a smile on her face. "Well I wanted to bring you downstairs to your family, cause they're here my dear." Said Charlie. "They are!?" Mina replied back. And then she was out of her bedroom, down the stairs with Charlie behind her like she always was.

When Mina made it to the main room in the Institute her parents and siblings were there talking to her Clary and Jace Fairchild-herondale. "Mom! Dad!" Mina called, they looked up at her and Mina ran to them and hugged them both "I missed you all." She said. "We missed you more Mina mine." Said her father. "My baby girl." Said her mom. And then her big brother Kit hugged her so tight she couldn't breathe "kit...i... can't...breathe." "oh sorry Mina I just missed you." Said Kit. "I missed you too, but if you crush my wind pipes then I wouldn't be able to talk to you." She said teasingly. "Hahaha". Said Kit. Then her younger siblings the twins both gave her hugs "missed you big sis." Said her younger brother Jonah. "The house has been weird without you and Kit has been here so the boys are taking over." Said Cecy her younger sister with a playful voice. "Well I suppose we'll have to gain up and teach a lesson while you're all here won't we?" Said Mina. "Yes!" Said Cecy. After that everyone burst out laughing. And Mina felt at home even more.

"Well". Said her Aunt Clary, "lunch is ready in the dining room, so how about we eat and talk." "That sounds like a great idea." Said her mother Tessa. And then they were eating Tessy herondale and her sister Cecy were sitting by each talking about blades and training, Mina noticed Jonah was watching tessy and grinned, he was always watching her these days when he saw her and Mina couldn't help but smile, her baby brother had a crush. Charlie was next to Mina and eating her food. "Charlie" Mina whispered. "What?" Charlie whispered back. "I think we should take our younger siblings out for a walk around New York later." Whispered Mina. "Okay sounds like a great Idea, but why are we whispering?" "Because I felt like it you goof." "Ohh my Parabatai and her beautiful weirdness." Said Charlie." And they both giggled.

"Knock knock." Said a voice in the doorway of the dining room and Mina knew who it was, Max Lightwood-Bane, her boyfriend. "Max!" Said Charlie and she got up and hugged her cousin. "Charlie how have you been my dear cousin?." "I have been amazing, and you my loving cousin?" "I have been great." Said Max. "You two." Mina said. "There she is my beautiful girlfriend." Said Max, it made Mina blush, he could always do that.

After lunch they all went to the training room in the Institute, including Max and they trained the younger kids and they themselves trained. They had plans to go out for dinner so Mina supposed they could go for a walk through the park after dinner.

After several hours of training, and teaching the kids to balance properly, Charlie was heading to get ready for going out to dinner, she loved having family meals with her family, and tonight the Carstairs were here to. She decided to throw on some nice Jean's and a fancy tank top, with some boots, she pulled her into a high ponytail, she insisted her necklace, it was a pendant with a heron and wings on it, it was to honor both her Herondale and Fairchild heritage, she was proud of both, her family fine also had it but this was a birthday present from Mina and she loved it.

After that she headed downstairs and saw that Mina had changed into a beautiful light blue strappy dress, it fit her well, Charlie thought, "The Beautiful Mina," Charlie Said, "oh my lovely Parabatai, you look beautiful!" Mina told her, "not as beautiful, as you," Charlie told Her, Max came into the room, wearing a nice shirt and a nice pair of Jean's, "someone's looking handsome," Mina said. "And someone else is looking so beautiful, it could make a gentleman lose his mind," Max replied to her, Mina blushed and it made Charlie miss Mari, she was on a mission in LA and wouldn't be back for a few more weeks. Charlie pushed the thought out of her mind, tonight was going to be a fun night and she wanted to make sure she didn't bring anyone's mood down.

Mina was excited and nervous, to show her family around New York and have them visit the New York Institute, they decided since they were such a big group to go to a Chinese restaurant that Uncle Jace and Aunt Clary often would get, and said is the best Chinese food around, and it was really good, Mina loved getting it. After everyone had ordered they decided to get it to go and eat at a park, which Mina loved, it was like a picnic and she loved picnics, after they all ate the adults talked and the kids ran around the park, Clary and Jace grateful that Lexy was getting energy out, she had a lot of energy and was a very busy toddler and Mina couldn't blame Jace and Clary for wanting a night where putting her to bed was easy.

Mina looked over at Max who was talking to Charlie, they were talking about fighting demons like they often do, "Max, Charlie, do you two still want to take the kids on a walk around the park?" Mina asked them, "yes!" They both answered at the same time and they ask the adults, who said yes and took the kids for a walk. It was actually easy considering how many there were, though they had never been bad kids, Mina's sister Cecy was looking around and taking in the sights of the New York park, Mina loved that her siblings were enjoying themselves, she turned to her brother Kit and Asked "how's Ty?", "he's great!, he is currently studying all kinds of things, Plants, Languages, Science's and many more things, he is helping with learning more about Mundane medicine and I am so proud of him," Kit answered, "you're so in love," Mina teased him, "my dear little sister you will understand one day, I hope," he told her, "I think I do a little already," she replied, "that's great to hear," Kit told her.

"Shall we head back now," Charlie said, with Lexy in her arms almost asleep, Uncle Jace and Aunt Clary will be happy for that, "yes, let's head back, the kids look tired," Mina said, they went back to where the adults were and made their way back to the Institute.

When they got back Jace and Clary took Lexy to bed, the other kids heading to their rooms to get ready for bed as well, Mina told Max goodnight, "I'll see you soon my beautiful Mina," Max told her and kissed her forehead, he went out the front door of the Institute and headed back to his parents apartment in Brooklyn, she loved him there was no doubt about that. "Well," said Charlie, "I guess we better head to bed to," "yeah I suppose so, I have a feeling tomorrow will be busy again," Mina replied to her Parabatai, "yeah me too, hey Mina I was wondering can I um.... could I maybe sleep in your room tonight?, like let's have a sleepover kind of thing but in your room?" "Of course, you can Charlie," Mina told her Parabatai, she saw the look her Parabatai's eyes which said please I don't want to be alone tonight, she must be having nightmares about her late sister again and Mina wished she could take the pain away from her Parabatai, but there were some things you can't do. "K, I'll put on my PJ's and you can put yours on to and then I'll be in your room in about ten or fifteen minutes," Charlie told her and raced up the stairs, "okay dear, I'll go get ready for bed, and bring A Tale of two Cities with you so we can read before we fall asleep," Mina called to her Parabatai before she was completely to her bedroom, "will do," Charlie answered back.

And Mina was off to her bedroom, she put on shorts and a tank top, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and got under the covers, awaiting her Parabatai, who came in at that moment, he PJ's were shorts and tank top too, she got into the bed with Mina and handed her the book and they read, after an hour of reading they both were to exhausted to read anymore and fell asleep.

( hopefully you enjoy this, thanks! to everyone who has been supporting me with my fic, I hope to get another chapter out soon)

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nodesiretogrowup · 5 years ago

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alright y’all, time for a Melissa play-by-play. I have a theory about this episode but it will get it’s own post:

And we dive right into spy time

That statue in the fountain was very upsetting :’)

GODDAMN U LAUNCHPAD, U SEXY BEAST

I like that LP says spiffy because I use the word spiffy

DEW-ble O Duck

“What I Dewey best” God I love Dewey and his love of puns

SONG TIME!!!

Ben is a really good singer

I like how the song was foreshadowing things to come

How is she wearing earrings?

A ham on cheese sandwich sounds really good rn

“I can’t remember when I’m hungry” A man after my own heart

YOU DIED

Ok, that game is WAAAAAY too advanced. It has the whole building mapped out and those glasses are WAAAY to small and lightweight to handle all that. Is it all through wi-fi? Am I overthinking the logic of a video game in a cartoon? Probably

“I had a sassy quip and everything.” He has the makings of a superhero in him

“It’s a little too real.” FORESHADOWING! Or the game was already REALLY immersive. OR BOTH

OH GOD LAUNCHPAD IS ALREADY FEELING BAD ABOUT HIMSELF!

“Haven’t you ever wanted to plug into a high-stakes, thrilling adventure?” He’s already done the spy-thing. Though it would have been cool to see Scrooge in a sexy suit

UNCLE MCDEE! I LOVE IT

Then an Uncle Scrooge from Webby. TOO CUTE!

There is A LOT of winking in this episode ;)

“We’re a team” DEWEY IS SO ADORABLE AND WHOLESOME!

Aw, Launchpad

I didn’t notice it the first time, but I love that Steelbeak is using one of those plastic swords to pick his teeth. It’s the little things

Is the theme song gonna be the short version for every episode this season?

I really dig Jason Mantzoukas’ take on Steelbeak. He’s just so cocky yet insecure at the same time. I like his voice cracking when he gets embarrassed or excited

And I ADORE how UTTERLY STUPID he is. I think he’s dumber than Launchpad because Launchpad is aware that he’s not exactly the smartest guy but Steelbeak GENUINELY thinks he’s smart. Plus he feels the joke. That’s just dumb and unfunny (in-universe at least. out of universe it’s great)

“The Sat-a-Lighthouse. Classic villain lair.” Well we know that’s gonna show up

Bradford’s neck bothers me. It makes my neck hurt looking at it

Intelli-ray. You guys are a bit on the beak nose when it comes to naming things

GADGET!

“Rat’s are dumb, right?” YOU STUPID BEAUTIFUL MAN

THE OTHER RANGERS! And Monterey already has his mustache

Ok how did her hair grow so fast? And did she shave her fur? How did she get a more human-esque figure? I NEED THIS INFORMATION

They Secret of Nimh’ed her!

Heron acts like an annoyed/done mom with Steelbeak and he acts like a snotty kid. It’s great

EVIL LAUGH

“Did that rat make that jumpsuit on a regular sewing machine, or did it build its own tiny sewing machine?” STEELBEAK ASKING THE REAL QUESTIONS HERE

I legit thought she was about to pull off his beak

“I’ll go. Not because you told me.” He’s such a punk-ass kid, I LOVE IT

CHOMP CHOMP

DON’T EXPLAIN THE JOKE, BRO

“I pay for the privilege of doing someone else’s yard-work?” THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT YOU’D SAY, YOU RICH, PRIVILEGED MAN. Whack-a-Mole is actually about expressing all the rage and fury inside you

Video graphic adventures

SKEE BALL! I FUCKING LOVE SKEE BALL

That kid didn’t even take his tickets

Ticket-rich. I love it

LET’S STRETCH BITCHES

“Can’t let Dewey down. Gotta be smart, gotta win the game.” OH LAUNCHPAD, SWEETHEART

“Calm down, LP. It’s only a game.” Dewey is SUCH a GOOD friend!

“But don’t overthink it.” That’s just good life advice in general

I love how tiny Dewey is when compared to LP. It’s ADORABLE

“THEN WE GET PIZZA.” “Yes, pizza.” I don’t know why, but the way Ben delivers that line is hilarious to me

“Pad. Launchpad. McQuack. My name is Launchpad McQuack.” I love you so much

Ok, was there an actual dude there? How could’ve Steelbeak thrown a digital person?

“Yes, I do as well.” YOU DUMB HOE, I LOVE YOU

That card game was great. Truly a battle of wits. And Dewey just being like...what. Beautiful

“Well played.” “It was?”

“Look’s like you’ve been out-smart guyed.” The dialogue in this episode is top notch

I too do not understand smanzy card games

“But how about a game of 52 pickup...YOUR TEETH!”

“THE PAIN FEELS SO LIFELIKE!”

The sound Steelbeak makes when Dewey pulls on his...hair(?) is great

One day you’ll get to quip Dewey, one day

The cuts between the game reality and actual reality are so great

Is that the Phantom Blot or the normal Funzo? Is there even a normal Funzo?

The neck cracking also made my neck hurt

All the kids gathering around Scrooge is too cute

“Not now lass, I’m on a roll.” SKEE BALL IS A GATEWAY DRUG TO GAMBLING

“I think they just have nachos.” They have pizza too

Steelbeak pecking at Launchpad...brilliant

The little pug/bulldog kid is so cute

The scream when he’s hit with the pizza is gold

That ballpit is terrifying

Yet again Launchpad falls on someone

HE FUCKING PUNCHED A KID! WTF BRO?!

“WE MADE IT TO THE NEXT LEVEL!”

Those jumpsuits are pretty nice, ngl

“Nerp”

Launchpad had the right idea, he just fumbled on the execution

Rubix cubes-shorthand for intelligence levels

She is so done with him it’s great

“We can make Scrooge SO HUNGRY, he’ll EAT all the toys!” Solid logic

“Duh, that ain’t smart.” OO, BURN

Whenever anyone/anything grabs Steelbeak’s beak I feel like it’s gonna come off

THE THEME SONG PLAYS! I LOVE IT! IT’S GREAT

How did the others get smart? Where did THEIR clothes come from?! I NEED ANSWERS FRANK!!

Launchpad is always ready to lend a helping hand

HOW DID THE GLOVE FLOAT?! I HAVE SO MANY UNANSWERED QUESTIONS!!!

“The answer was to build a tiny plane and teach a mouse to fly it?” “Yes, I figured that out.”

Is Gadget a rat or a mouse? She looked more mouse-like before she got smartified but Heron called her a rat. EVEN MORE UNANSWERED QUESTIONS! She’s probably a mouse though because that’s what she was in the original show

I don’t know why but I love when people call Launchpad LP. Maybe it’s because he has nicknames for everyone else so him having a nickname is cute

So Steelbeak was in prison in St. Canard. Perhaps he had a run in with a certain terror that flaps in the night? That would be hilarious if the two had met before but now Steelbeak is more focused on Launchpad. That would be a blow to DW’s ego

I kind of feel bad for Steelbeak. Sure he’s dumb but that was uncalled for. No wonder he snapped

“You bird-brained...” Aren’t you ALL bird-brains though? You are birds and you have brains therefore you have bird-brains. That almost feels like it could be a racist comment in this world

“I’M THE RICHEST DUCK IN THE ARCADE!” You were the richest duck in the arcade the moment you walked in

I love when Scrooge gets obsessed with something and loses his goddamn mind

WEBBY YOU CREATED A MONSTER!

“Ticket bin?” “YES!”

322 DAYS WITHOUT AN ACCIDENT. Good for them

Launchpad just LEEROY JENKENS’ed his way in

His hand is as big as Dewey’s HEAD

LP and Steelbeak have great fight dialogue. It reminds me of Megamind and Metro Man

LAUNCHPAD PUSHES DEWEY TO SAFETY! At that point he didn’t even KNOW what the ray did! But he heroically saved his best friend, not matter what would happen to him! WE STAN!

This episode cemented my headcanon that Chris Evans would be the perfect human LP

“I SHALL AVENGE YOU, MY FRIEND”

This scene, the climax, and the end of the episode gave me a theory, but it will have its own post

British accent=smart?

First thing he does is slick back the hair. Classy

“That cad, Steelbeak” We should call more people cads

How did LP fit into that much smaller man’s uniform? Are they extra stretchy? Because I can totally see that being something FOWL would do. It’s practical

“I don’t know what any of those words mean.” Same

“Heavens, you don’t want them to think you don’t know what you’re doing!” My constant struggle

The supersious guy is adorable

“Well, it’s certainly proving to be bad luck FOR YOU!”

KARATE CHOP ACTION

He still calls him Mr McDee. I just think that’s cute

Dear Dewford. Aww

“I won’t let him down again.” AAAAWWWWWWW

“Can’t go out there looking like this.” You can’t fight crime if you ain’t cute (or sexy in LP’s case)

LAUNCHPAD, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER

That is an old-ass phone you got there, LP

Scrooge is 2 for 2 in missing important calls. Probably should turn his ringtone on

Webby is just so done

“Ah yes, you’d like that wouldn’t you, sonny.” God, Scrooge can get downright FERAL

Blink-and-you’ll-miss-it DW cameo. It looks like Drake’s DW. Does he have merch now? Does he get a cute of the sales? Who makes the merch?

WEBBY WILL FUCKING END YOU

Dewey is SO precious this episode. His cute little bounces

“I’m actually afraid and a little dehydrated, this game is AWESOME” GET THAT BOY SOME JUICE STAT

I love when shows realistically portray sound

“No time for a...crash course” YEEEEEAAAAAAAH

How’d he get a grappling hook?

“THAT’S MY PARTNER!” DEWEY LOVES LP SO MUCH!!

“How is he doing this?” The power of sexy? I don’t know either, bro

“There goes your pal LURCH-POUND! HA! You know, because he just got lurched into that POND OVER THERE?!” “That’s technically a bay.” “I’M NOT STUPID!”

“Classic villain lair!” I can appreciate a man who knows what he’s about

Why do villains alway jump INSTANTLY to the world? You gotta take baby steps. Start with a city, then a state, then the tri-state area a country, THEN the world. Gotta pace yourself

“And Uncle Scrooge only gives us like a nickel each week.” Do they do chores to earn that allowance? I mean, probably. Do Donald and Della have to do chores as well? Give them at least a dime, Scrooge!

MORE SEXY LAUNCHPAD! DAMN YOU, YOU BEAUTIFUL MAN!

“Waaaaiiiit a minute, is that my suit?!” “It suits me better.” DAMN STRAIGHT IT DOES! LP fills the jacket out

I like Steelbeak adding on his fingers

“Your fancy speak won’t work on me, Dummy-O-Duck. Ha-ha, classic.”

“That was totally my plan the whole time” Sweetie, just...no

“I guess you’re not as smart as *voice crack* ME.” “Not as smart as I.” NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR CORRECTING GRAMMAR!

THEY’RE BACK! AND THE THEME SONG! SO BEAUTIFUL!

Again, I thought Steelbeak’s beak was coming off

I like that Steelbeak went into pray position while being shocked

I’m gonna pretend the Rangers were off on their own adventure the whole time’

“Thanks for the...rescue.” AND GADGET SALUTES BACK AND WINKS! BEAUTIFUL!

“No person could survive being that stupid”

Launchpad, always willing to take one for the team

“There’s so much more I could accomplish! Stop the evil conspiracy out to get us! Solve world hunger! Land a plane!” No matter how smart he is, Launchpad still can’t stick the landing

“Launchpad, why are you overthinking this?” “Because I want to be good enough for you!” SOB

“Of course you’re good enough for me. You’re my best friend.” SOOOOOOOOOOB

“For Dewey, and Duckburg.” He put Dewey first, daaaaawwwww

HIM CATCHING DEWEY AND HOLDING HIM TIGHT TO HIS CHEST?! SO WHOLESOME!!

First thing LP does after things go back to normal? Fix his hair. Hair is very important to your state of mind, I guess

“Was it all a game?” Life is just a game

“Wait until I tell Huey I...YOU beat the game.” AAAAWWWWWW

“I’m not playing with anyone but you.” MY HEART!!!!

Scrooge is so broken. And the ticket to prize ratio, too true

“How much money did you spend to get those tickets?” Don’t play skee ball, kids. It will ruin your life

“I don’t think we should bring you here anymore.” Donald should probably be the one picking you up because Della would TOTALLY get hooked on a game/get too aggressive and I could see Beakley falling into the same trap

The comb just sticks there

The subtitles call him Suave-Pad, I LOVE IT!

“I like purple. A lot. Ha! Man, I’m glad I got that off my chest.” A DW reference or a CODEWORD?

“WARM THEM, YOU OLD FOOL! WAAAAARN THEEEEEM! Oh, dash it all, I’m going for a soak.”

“Restoring your ‘intelligence’ as it were.” BURN

She’s on a first-name basis with him...interesting

“OR ANY KINDS OF RAYS!” No mad sciencing here

“Who’s stupid now?” Gloating is very unbecoming

There are...certain people I wish I could force to shut up like that

His muffled screaming is great

Again, Rubix cube solving proves intelligence

How did he not notice it was wet when he picked it up?

I NEED THE SONG IN FULL SOMEWHERE TO DOWNLOAD

This one was super fun and emotional. I was not expecting this to be the episode that the Rescue Rangers would make their debut in but I’m glad they were here. Dewey and Launchpad’s friendship is so pure and adorable. I almost wish there hadn’t been a b-plot but it was fun. I know other people are upset over Steelbeak/the Rescue Rangers being different but I like them. This show is different from those shows. Steelbeak was repurposed into being Launchpad’s nemesis so he needed to match him. Plus we already have a bunch of smarties in FOWL. And this Steelbeak seems younger and less experienced so it would make sense that he’s not as clever. The Rangers didn’t really change that much from their show, just got a new origin that helps them fit into the world that has already been set up. I think this episode is going in the top 5.

#ducktales #darkwing duck #chip and dale rescue rangers #dt spoilers #huey got a much need break this episode

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faunahudson · 4 years ago

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santa baby - sauna

WHO: Sawyer Hudson and Fauna Hudson - @sawyer-hudson

WHEN: 25th December 2020

WHERE: The Flanagan Household, Belfast, Northern Ireland

WHAT: Sawyer and Fauna do some Christmas themed.

WARNINGS: Smut, Santa/Regina George, light degradation

Sometimes roleplaying was slightly hit and miss. That was the conclusion Sawyer came to when staring at himself in the bathroom mirror, donned in the costume Fauna had picked out for him. Santa's suit hug him maybe slightly too tightly, and there was no vest under it, his bare chest peaking out from under the red velvet, the matching trousers only coming up to rest on his hips, which he had no doubt in mind was the intention. He had spent a good couple of minute messing with the Santa hat, and when he deemed it was acceptable, dashed down the corridor from the bathroom back to Fauna's bedroom before either her parents, brothers, or his sister could see them. "Hey," He said, swiftly closing the door behind him, "When you told me you had a sexy Christmas surprise, I imagined there'd be a certain present I'd get to unwrap, not that I'd be the one, uh, distributing the gifts." Fauna smoothed down her skirt in the mirror, very satisfied with the Regina look for today. Her red lipstick tying in perfectly with the red velvet look that she was rocking. She heard the bathroom door open and carefully reclined across her childhood bed, having changed the sheets into red ones she had Mary pick up under the pretence of festiveness. When Sawyer entered the room she pouted a little at his first words. “Excuse me Hudson. If you want to unwrap your gift then you’d better play along properly. Enter as Santa and then maybe I’ll tell you what this is all about.” The blonde demanded, gesturing her hand towards the door without a hint of a joke. It should have been obvious the moment Sawyer walked in and noticed the blonde wig, that he should have kept his mouth shut and continued with the act. However, he took a moment to stare at Fauna -- well, Regina -- firstly incredously at how she spoke to him, eyes lingering a little too long on her get up. A part of him wanted to lecture her about speaking to him like this, but another part of him was extremely curious about this evening's plans. "Regina, I didn't know you'd be joining me this evening." He said, voice more tightly than if he was speaking to just Fauna. "One second." Promptly exiting the room, he took a deep breath, praying the other five members of the household didn't have the sudden urge to walk down the corridor, before pulling open the door ocne more. "Ho! Ho! Ho!" He announced, "Merry Christmas! Have you been naughty or nice, little girl?" As Regina Fauna found herself ever more confident in drinking in the attention that she got from Sawyer. Watching his eyes drag across her body. “You didn’t think I was going to go a whole holiday season without giving you a gift?” She was glad when he did as he was told and entered again. “It’s funny that you should ask that Santa Baby... because that’s what this is all about. I want to know if I made your nice or naughty list.. and if I’m on the naughty list I was hoping we could come to some kind of arrangement about getting back onto the nice list.” She purred, slipping off the bed and heading over to him. Regina never wasted time, as she pressed her body close to his. It was important to Fauna to take this scene seriously, and therefore important to Sawyer, although Regina as an added extra to this type of scenario was indeed more of a challenge. "Well," Sawyer-as-Santa said, eyeing her carefully, trying not to groan at the feeling of their bodies pressed together, not wanting to give her the satisfaction. He instead stepped back, holding his hands on her waist firmly to stop her from moving closer. "Why don't we get comfortable, little girl, come sit on my lap, and I'll check my list." They moved to the bed, him spreading his legs slightly wider than usual, pulling her down onto his lap. "What's your name?" Regina watched him eyeing her and saw how he put his hand on her waist to keep her from doing what she had been intending and rubbing herself up against him. “Sure Santy Claus.” She purred, trying not to let out any kind of a squeal as he pulled her down onto his lap. With a slightly devilish smile the blonde began to shift in his lap a little, as if she were trying to get comfortable but in reality she was simply grinding down on him. “Regina George.” She responded in a voice that was perhaps the must innocent that Regina could muster. He refrained from groaning as she shifted around on his lap, his cock twitching in the tight Santa pants. He didn't want to give Regina the satisfaction, not just yet. Sawyer-Santa, Sawnta he dubbed in his head , lips flinching amusedly for a moment, before focusing on the scene at play. "Regina George...yes yes...we know all about you at my workshop," He said, "The naughtiest girl, right on top of the list." He raised an eyebrow, "And why do you think you've been so naughty this year, Regina?" Regina almost pouted when he gave no reaction to her shifting and instead threaded her arms around his neck. If she’d been doing the scene as herself she would have paused to find out where his smile had come from. But as Regina she simply sighed with indignation that she was the naughtiest girl on the list. “Ugh! That is so unfair. Is this because I’ve put that Cady Heron girl in her place, and been sleeping with Hudson even though he has that simpering little submissive?” She asked in a temper. “Surely you can’t be mad at me about that? Hudson likes it when I’m mean to him.” It was fun, to have the occasional scenes where Fauna -- Regina -- was more of a brat. Sawyer didn't like to be a hard-ass, and he never really needed to be, but he felt like a different version of himself when dealing with Fauna's alter-ego, and he guessed as Santa he was a different person altogether. The benevolent leader of Christmas, the one who decided who was good and to be rewarded, and who was bad and needed to be punished. His eyes flicked up and down Regina for a moment, and he decided that she definitely needed to be punished."I don't thnk it's very unfair at all, those seem like very valid reasons for you to be on the naughty list," He said, "And I don't think he likes it, he's had to punish you quite a bit, hasn't he, Regina? I think maybe you secretly enjoy it." He raised an eyebrow, as if daring for her to challenge him. Fauna loved playing this role, because she could mirror every early 2000’s bitch she had ever loved without actually hurting anyone. She made a little ‘hmph’ sound when he claimed that they were all valid reasons for her to be on the naughty list. Face pulled down in annoyed pout when he said she deserved to be on the naughty list. “I think maybe he’s the one who enjoys it.” She protested, folding her arms, eyes glinting as she returned his challenge. Regina never backed down quickly unlike Fauna herself who usually almost immediately backed off. Sawyer recognised the counter-challenge Regina was putting on the table, and decided to rise to it. That was the whole point of her meeting up with him, to pay her dues for being on the naughty list, after all, wasn't it? "I believe he does, but because he gets to punish naughty girls like you, he gets to be on top of the nice list. All you need to do, Regina, to get what you want for Christmas this year, is to admit you're a bad girl and accept a spanking. But," He smirked, taking in a moment to appreciate how well Fauna played entitled bratty characters, a far cry from who she was, "I think that's what you wanted for Christmas all along, right?" Him saying the word spanking was usually enough to make her stir a little, and sure enough she shifted a bit on his lap with excitement at the idea. “Hudson gets to be top of the nice list because he smacks my ass?” Regina huffed though she wanted it, she wanted the spanking very badly but she wasn’t willing to just completely bend she would have to do it on her own terms. “I mean I definitely asked for a pink Porsche for Christmas.. and a new set of FENTY underwear.. however.. I suppose if it’s what will get me back on the nice list then..” The blonde leaned in close. “I’ve been a very naughty girl... and I need a spanking to set me right.” He couldn’t help the very un-Santalike smirk that plastered on his face when he felt Regina shift. “He’s just being Santa’s little helper.” He observed, knowing she was close to giving in, his hand snaking around her waist, resting on her lower back, stroking a teasing pattern into the skin. “Thank you for admitting that Regina, maybe you’ll get what you wished for after all, now stand, hike up that skirt and expose that ass for me, and then bend over my lap.” He ordered, enjoying the idea of her being on Santa’s lap in an entirely different way. Her mouth twitched at his comment about her being Santa’s little helper, but she quickly rearranged it into Reginas snooty expression again. She shifted herself against when he put his hand on her back, her heart fluttering a little when he asked her to bend over his lap. “Alright..” She tutted, standing up and turning away from him so that she could make a show of flipping up her skirt and slowly dragging her panties down before she leaned over his lap. She might not want to tell him so, but she was more than excited for her punishment. He appreciated the show Regina did for him, and once she was positioned over his lap as told, he began to caress her naked cheek. “Good girl,” Sawyer purred, almost sarcastically. “See was that so hard to be good for me?” He teased, before lifting his hand up and spanking her firmly on the cheek he just stroked. Firm, but not too hard, but definitely with enough force to leave a delicious red mark on her pale skin. “And what do we say after every spanking, Miss George?” He prompted. Regina tried hard not to show how aroused she was by the situation. Though she knew that the small sharp breaths that left her body betrayed her. “Being good for you is not a requirement.” She responded slightly bitterly, though she knew that it was. The blonde couldn’t help but moan just a little as his hand came down on her ass. Hips shifting just a little with arousal. “Thank you Sir.” She said without really thinking about it. “Or something like that.” Sawyer chuckled, pausing the next spank, hand lingering in anticipation, hovering in the air. "I think you'll find, little girl, it's the only requirement." He corrected her, smirking at the moan, and the little shift of her hips, as if trying to gather some friction. "Sounds perfect to me," He said, before spanking her again, "Now tell me, Miss George, what do you want for Christmas? Aside from the lingerie and car? What, in this moment right now, do you want?" The blonde waited for the next strike and found herself almost holding her breath anticipating his hand. Where he couldn’t see her face she licked her lips, Sawyer was always so hot when he was in control like this. She couldn’t help but let out another little noise of surprise when his hand came down again. “Thank you Sir.” She responded curtly. “I want.. to get this over and done with so you can fuck me. Because let’s face it.. everyone wants to fuck me.” She declared without shame, Regina George was never shy. Not even when it came to the all seeing, all knowing Father Christmas. He chuckled, tempted to deny her for the way she had answered his question, but stopped himself because she had only followed orders. Sawyer never said how nicely she had to tell him, just to tell him what she wanted. "Keep making demands like that, young lady, and I'll drag this on until you're sobbing for release." He warned, as another smack landed on her cheek, "But I don't think everyone wants to fuck you, not without a bit of begging from your own end." Sawyer smirked, biting his lip at the thought of it all. "Beg." He ordered, with another smack to punctuate it. "Off my lap and on your knees and beg for me to fuck you." The blonde couldn’t help but let her mouth fall open when he threatened to make her sob for release. Her thighs squeezing together slightly with arousal. “Thank you Sir.” She remembered as his hand came down again. Had she been playing herself she would have perhaps teased him about all Dominants being secretly evil. But Regina was just slightly shocked that she was being forced to beg, this early, before arousal had truly penetrated her bravado. In a very unlike Regina manner her cheeks flushed red. She slid off his lap and onto her knees, chin jutting up with her own pride. “Please..” She swallowed. “I really want you to fuck me.” Her tone was flatter than really begging, but Regina could never quite give in properly right away. Sawyer knew the usual Regina routine like the back of his hand by this point, but he thought since they were shaking things up with this specific roleplay in mind, he might as well try and catch her out when he could. Try and see how much of Fauna's natural good girl instincts would jump out to contradict with Regina's more bratty side. All he could do at her version of begging to fuck her was raise his eyebrow unimpressed, pretending to check the time on the imaginary watch on his wrist. "You know, Miss George, I have plenty of other naughty girls to get on the good list before Christmas Eve. If you're not gonna take it seriously, I'm just going to have to go." Regina pouted a little when he seemed unimpressed with her display of begging, but as her eyes traced his abs peaking through the outfit and the strong line of his jaw, she confirmed how much she actually did want this. "No.. please Sir." She responded, changing her posture from grumpy to seductive, leaning forward on her knees to put her hands on his thighs. "Please, I want you so badly. I want you to fuck me, not any of those other naughty girls.. I want you to fuck me like the bad little girl that I am. Please, please fuck me. I'm desperate for it, all you've done is put me in my place and I'm already so wet for you. Do you want to feel how wet I am for you?" It was so easy how much he could make Regina work for it, and he focused on her words as she begged, the change in her body language, how she placed herself for the sole purpose for Sawyer to look at her. To get him as desperate as she sounded, and honestly it was working. His cock twitched against the soft velvet of the Santa pants, and he bit his lip as he thought about his next move. “Since you’ve proved to me you can do what you told, I’ll let you have a little treat,” He decided. “Do I make you suck me off whilst you’re already conveniently on your knees for me, put that mouth you run to good use to get me nice and hard to fuck you with, or do I let you back on my lap, to finger fuck you, inspect how wet you claim to be?” He asked, curious in which direction she’d want to take it. Reginas entire body language had shifted now that she was in seduction mode, and she continued to run her fingers lightly over his leg. Cheating just a little because she knew that it turned him on. Licking her lips she leaned in closer. “Why don’t you let me show you what a good little girl I can be and suck you off and then see how wet it makes me.” The blonde was hedging her bets, she wanted his fingers inside her but she didn’t want to admit it in case he teased her by taking the opportunity away. Plus the Fauna part of her brain was always a little desperate to bring Sawyer pleasure. Sawyer tried not to shift at the sensation of her running her fingers down his leg, sometimes as equally stubborn to show his enjoyment as much as Regina was. Truthfully the suggestion was delicious and as much as he wanted to enthusiastically agree, he had to pace himself, pretend he was mulling it over. "You can try," He eventually said, "Show me how much of a good girl Regina George can be." Sawyer leaned over from where he was sat, hand placing over the back of her neck, to angle her head to look at him properly in the eyes. "I don't want you breaking eye contact from me the entire time, I want to see how much you enjoy being a good little girl." Internally Fauna had to bite her lip to stop herself from visually melting just a little when she challenged her. Regina however quirked an eyebrow when he set down his terms. She was beyond aroused, but she wasn’t sure she wanted him to know that. It wouldn’t do if people thought she enjoyed being a good little girl for anyone. However she nodded as much as she could without breaking eye contact. “I can do that for you Sir.. though don’t be afraid to tell me how much you like it.” She purred as she went for the waist band of his pants, tugging them down. She ran one hand over his length as she leaned in to swipe her tongue over the head of his cock. Sawyer had to steady his breathing, not wanting to show just how desperate he was for this. Fauna was an amazing, talented person in many ways, and that included her mouth. Mixed in with Regina’s sassiness, it was hot and almost overstimulating. “Only if I’m enjoying it,” He managed to say, reminding her who’s in charge, gulping thickly as she pulled his trousers down, freeing his cock, her tongue making contact with his sensitive head. “Oh....fuck...” He gasped out. Regina liked watching him a lot as she slowly slid her mouth down his length pressing her tongue to the underside of his cock as she did so. It always made her feel powerful to see how she could break him down just a little with what she considered to be such a small notion. She continued until she had taken him all the way in, before pulling back just as slow. You should always start with a tease, was her personal motto. Once she’d pulled her mouth back, she gave him a little wink before she began to bob her head with a little more speed. Sawyer let out a shaky breath as she began to work over on his cock, eyes slipping shut as he felt his length hit the back of her throat, letting out a groan. "Shit," He moaned, "Guess your mouth is good for something other than talking back." Sure, the Dominant had stammered out the sentence, but he couldn't help but flutter open his eyes and smirk down, rolling his eyes at the wink, another moan falling from his lips as she increased the speed. "Don't...stop..." She watched his eyes fall shut with satisfaction, glad that she already had him starting to fall apart just a little for her as she continued to work her mouth over him. She stopped for a moment again when she had him all the way to the back of her throat, and as she pulled back she hummed around his length to create a slight vibration to further stimulate him. Doing a few ministrations like that before returning to her regular rhythm. The familiar twist low in his belly only increased in pressure when Fauna hummd around his cock, and he let out a groan. He was so close already, but he didn't want to come like this, he wanted to drag it out for the both of them. "Fuck, Kitten," He murmured, momentarily forgetting the roleplay aspect of the scene for a moment. When it popped back into his head, he snapped his eyes back open from where they had fallen shut, glancing down at her, reaching out to hold a tuft of her hair. "That's enough, Miss George," The Dominant panted out, "You've proven yourself to be a good girl for me so far, why don't you come back on Santa's lap, and we can check how wet you are for me, and see if you're deserving for an early Christmas present?" Fauna almost smiled when he said her special little name instead of Reginas, because she loved to make him lose control like that. But she didn't say anything because she was more than enjoying herself. She whined as he pulled at the wig stilling her movement almost wishing that it was her real hair that he was tugging on, shifting her hips a little with arousal at the husky quality of his voice. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself Sir, I did say that I was very good with my mouth." Carefully she rose from her knees and laid herself across his lap. "I really am hoping for that early Christmas present." Sawyer had to remind himself not to be too rough with Fauna’s hair, that it was a wig she had probably spent ages laying just right. He didn’t want to ruin the mood of the scene, or accidentally catch it and hurt her. “Well guess we’ll see, won’t we?” He mused to her, shifting to make sure she was comfortable on her lap. He moved his hand onto her thigh, slowly tracing the sensitive skin as he moved further up in between her legs. “Tell me again how badly you want me.” He ordered, murmuring in her ear. Regina waited patiently while he shifted them, smug in the knowledge that she’d done a good enough job to get him a little flustered. Before suddenly his hand was moving up her thigh and the smugness was replaced by a little pant of excitement. “I want you so badly Sir, I want your fingers in my cunt... I need you to feel not just hear how badly I want you, I’m so wet for you Sir. I don’t act like this for just anyone you know.” She responded in a low purr, trying to make sure that despite the fact that she was begging that she still sounded somewhat in control. If he had his way, he'd listen to her beg for him all day, cock twitching at the desperate ache of want in her voice, a pleasurable pain all too familiar to Sawyer. And though he wanted to keep teasing, keep her begging, have her practically sobbing under his control, he didn't know how much patience he had left himself. "Good girl," He rewarded her, hands snaking up her sensitive skin, fingers teasing her lips, letting out a groan at the wet warmth he was greeted with, biting his lip in anticipation. "I'm impressed you weren't lying," He murmured, fingers running up and down her lips, thumb circling at her clit,"You are fucking soaked for me." Her breath hitched again as he ran his hand up her thigh, waiting with anticipation until he finally began to touch her where she wanted him the most. The blonde let out an uncharacteristically desperate moan as he teased her. Hips shifting on his lap a little as she searched for friction. “Lie? Me? Never.” Regina lied, though the words were lost to a loud needy moan as his thumb finally found her clit. “So wet for you.” She promised. “Only for you.” The blonde encouraged, not wanting him to take away the pleasure now that she had it. Something about the way the Regina character mixed in with Fauna's own clear desperation really did something to Sawyer, and her began nipping at her throat, fingers sliding in easily into her wet core, curling upwards, before he began to slowly finger-fuck her in teasing motions, wanting to her her beg for it before he filled her with his cock. "God so desperate and needy," He groaned, breath hot against her ear, "What do you want for Christmas?" He repeated, smirking because he had a feeling he knew the answer, and he was more than ready to give it to her, "What does my good little girl want fro me this Christmastime?" The little submissive couldn't help but let out an eager whine from the combination of his fingers pushing inside her and the nips to her neck. Unable to stop herself from grinding back against him as his fingers teasingly pulled in and out of her, desperate for him to give her a little more, to fuck her a little faster. "I want you." She said forgetting her character for a moment, her words clouded by lust before she corrected herself. "I want you to fuck me hard." She corrected in her Regina voice, though it was way harder to keep thinking about Regina when he was calling her his good little girl. "I want you to fill me up, and make me see fucking stars." He couldn't help the chuckle that left him, vibrating against her neck from where he nipped at the skin with his teeth. "You're so pretty when you beg," He commented, the speed of his fingers inside her increasing. "I want to fucking ruin you, I never want you to feel pleasure with anyone else like you do with me." Sawyer's voice was low and husky, and he had an almost dangerous glint in his eye as he removed his fingers, using the hand that was holding her to lift her chin so she had no choice but to look him in the eye, as he sucked the juices of his fingers. "Fuck you taste delicious, guess there was a sweet side to you after all, Regina." He teased, before shifting, where she was sat on his lap, giving his exposed, hard cock a few strokes, before both hands reached to grip her hips, and he slowly began to push inside her. Regina let out a little annoyed huff at his words as if she was somehow above being a pretty beggar, but it came off somewhat pathetic due to the fact that she was panting desperately with excitement, hips pushing back against his hand as he fucked her. "I-" She began to form some kind of sassy remark but it died before it begun, he had her entranced. So all she could do was watch with lust filled eyes as he brought his fingers to his lips, letting out a soft whine as she reached to put her hands on his shoulders nails digging in just a little as she watched him. "I've told you before Sir, I have a pussy to die for." She managed, before she let out another needy whimper as he began to push inside her. "Fuck.. yes.." The blonde mewled, head tilting back. Sawyer chuckled in a way that was more dirty and mischevious than Santa-friendly. "Cat got your tongue?" He teased with his words, as he was teasing her with his hands, feeling a rare type of smugness wash over him that he could do this to her with a few well-placed touches and words. She seemed to have found her persona again just before entered her, and he playfully rolled his eyes at how quickly the biting words turned into a whimper, because it was obvious Regina was losing her hold, and he wasn't afraid to tell her so. "Well it seems like I have a cock you're absolutely desperate for," He groaned as he began to thrust, slowly and almost painfully, burying his head into his shoulder as his own desperation began to sink in. Sawyer didn't know how long he'd be able to tease her as it was already not doing himself any favours. He was so attractive to her when he was smug like this, and she had to hold back from telling him so. Because Regina George didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Even though she was desperate for him right now and she knew it was written all over her face, pushing her body as close to him as she could as he pushed slowly inside her. The blonde let out another needy noise that was akin to a sob as he teased her. “Please fuck me Sir. Please I need you to fuck me hard.” She begged in his ear, unable to hold back. “Ruin me.. make it so I can only ever think about your cock from now on.” She dug her nails into his shoulders as she ground her hips down on top of his length. leather daddy17/02/2021 Sawyer couldn't hold back anymore, her sobbing out of desperation only tipping him further over the edge, and with his teeth grazing the skin of her neck, he began to fuck her hard and fast, letting out his frustration in the best way he could. "I want you to think of me, and only me, no matter what." He instructed in a low grunt, finger nails digging into her hips to hold her in place as his thrusts deepened. "When you're whoring yourself out for jocks on the football team, when you're touching yourself late at night. You only think of me." The blonde gasped as his teeth scraped over the skin of her neck, and let out another soblike noise of relief as he began to fuck her hard and fast. Her nails digging in even harder into his shoulders as she rocked her hips against him. “I will Sir, no matter what. I’ll only think of you fucking me, how good you feel inside me.” She promised breathlessly.”When I’m using my fingers to get myself off I’ll be wishing it was you instead.” Fauna added beyond turned on at this point, she took a hand from his shoulders snaking it down her own body. “Can I?” She asked referring to touching herself. Every single noise that left Fauna's mouth urged Sawyer on, and he didn't stop, only trying to go as hard as fast as they both craved in this moment, as evidenced by his hard grip on her waist, surely causing bruises, and her sharp nails digging into the skin of his shoulder blades, making him hiss every so often in pleasurable pain. "Good girl, I don't want you ever getting off unless it's because of me." He growled in her ear, eyes following where her hands moved from his shoulders to inbetween her legs. "Yes, yes," He groaned out, not even caring he was supposed to act more Dom-like, to berate her for her lack of manners. They were both too far gone now, no longer caring about the pleasantries of the scene they had created, only caring about the end result. "Fuck, Kitten," He groaned, "I'm so close." Fauna couldn’t barely think now that he was giving her exactly what she wanted, little moans and whines leaving her lips with every thrust. “I won’t.. I swear.. only you Sir. There’s only ever you.” Regina was basically gone now, Fauna was just telling him the truth. He was it for her forever, the only one that she would ever think of or let touch her. Before the words of approval were even fully out of his mouth she was rubbing at her clit. Fingers moving quickly to try to keep up with the punishing rhythm that their hips had created. Leaning her forehead against his shoulder for support as she did so. Knowing that he would support her. “Me too Sir... can I cum?” She choked out against his skin, the pleasure radiating through her body almost too much to handle. Sawyer didn’t know when Regina had completely evaporated from Fauna but he was grateful to have his Kitten back when they were like this, pushing each other over the edge, enjoying the everythingness of each other. “Yes, yes,” He moaned, not only answer to her question but as a proclamation on how he himself was feeling. “I...fuck,” And with that he came, realising with a groan, steady rhythm growing sloppy. “Come for me, Kitten,” Sawyer commanded, softly urging her to finish too. Despite the ridiculousness of the original set up there was a kind of intimacy that had settled over the two of them in this final moment of being together in this way that was so special to Fauna. She whined as she felt him release inside of her, pressing her mouth against his shoulder half as a kiss and half as moan. "Love you so much Sir." She choked out as she came hard, clenching around his length. Before she felt herself go boneless against him. "So good." She panted. The need for release gone, the cloud of lust in his head slowly evaporating, Sawyer couldn't help but laugh once they were both sated, remembering the original premise for this scene. He laughed against her, trying not to exert himself. "God I love you so much," He murmured, giving himself a moment to breathe before he pulled out of her with a hiss. "Let's get us cleaned up and ready for bed?" Sawyer then suggested, tucking some stray hair of the blonde wig behind Fauna's ear, no longer seeing her as Regina. When Sawyer laughed Fauna laughed too, peaking her head up from where it had been buried in her shoulder. She leaned in to delicately kiss his forehead. “Merry Christmas Sir.” The submissive giggled and then nodded. “You might have to carry me though because I think that you’ve broken my legs for now.” She informed him with a little shrug, completely content

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crackimagines · 5 years ago

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Digging the Dancing King (FE: Three Houses Short Fic)

The White Heron Cup is approaching the class of the Blue Lions.

After careful consideration for their rep, the most logical choice comes to mind.

Felix.

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Felix swung his sword down, then rapidly upwards at the dummy, making it swing violently back and forth.

“Hmph. Not fast enough...”

There was too much merriment going around. Everyone was excited about the Heron Cup and the Ball, yet did everyone forget about the Death Knight and Tomas?

It made him angry, but he couldn’t really do anything about it.

Only thing he could do was train for the next battle that was sure to come.

Meanwhile, the rest of the class were faffing about, trying to decide who’d be the best dancer, but ultimately it was up to their professor. Felix didn’t really care about all of this, but it’d be nice if they won.

Mercedes would be a good choice.

Annette...maybe. Emphasis on the maybe.

As for Ingrid, Felix was sure that she would actually stab someone if she were chosen for something like this. She was more of a tomboy than anything.

“Huh...” He thought to himself.

For not really caring about this kind of thing, he’s oddly putting a lot of thought into this.

He heard footsteps approach him, he sheathed his sword and turned around.

“Professor.”

Byleth nodded with his blank face, which was all too common for him to have.

Still, there looked like something he needed to say.

“Did you need something? Psh, what? Am I the representative for our class? What an honor.”

Then, Byleth did something that made Felix’s blood run cold.

He smiled.

Blue Lions Classroom...

“I was joking damn it.” Felix sharply blurted out.

The rest of the class had gathered and were just as shocked as Felix to learn that he’d be the representative.

(Byleth) “Well, I wasn’t.”

(Ingrid) “Um...Professor, with all due respect-”

(Sylvain) “What the hell are you thinking?! Felix couldn’t dance to save his life!”

(Felix) “Up yours!-”

(Sylvain) “Hey, I’m trying to help you here, man! I know the last thing you wanna do is this!’

(Felix) “I...Ugh, I agree, Professor. I say this joke has caught me off guard, but-”

(Annette) “I’d say he’s joking but...”

Byleth’s face was the same one he used to kill bandits. It was anyone’s guess to tell what’s actually going on inside his head.

Whatever the case, this was some twisted joke he had done.

(Ashe) “I...don’t think he is.”

(Dimitri) “I-If I may why Felix? Surely Mercedes or Annette might’ve been-”

(Byleth) “It’s exactly FOR that reason, Dimitri. If we come in with the unexpected, we’re sure to catch everyone off guard and steal the votes.”

(Everyone) “...”

(Dedue) “I...am not quite sure that is how it works, Professor. As a mercenary, did you ever-”

(Byleth) “Nope. Which is why we need something fresh. Plus, Felix is pretty popular with the girls.”

(Sylvain) “Er, you realize it’s mostly GUYS in the audience, right? And that both houses have chosen GIRLS for that? I say knowing your audience would help us greatly.”

(Ingrid) “Seriously. PLEASE reconsider this, Professor! For the sake of our class!”

(Felix) “Listen to her, please.”

Felix was starting to sound desperate, but Byleth stood his ground.

(Byleth) “As professor, my choice is final. Felix, you will see me tomorrow morning for dance training.”

(Felix) “...Damn it. Fine, whatever.”

Byleth nodded and went out of the classroom.

As he left, he heard Sothis’ voice.

“I cannot BELIEVE you did that.”

(Byleth) You said I didn’t have the guts. I aim to prove you wrong.

“I said it in JEST! Are you this daft, or are all humans like this?!”

(Byleth) I don’t think you have a sense of humor.

"You know, I think spending time with these children have made you somehow even more sadistic!”

Back in the classroom, no one had any idea what to say.

(Mercedes) “...W-Well, I’ll be sure to help you out, Felix!”

(Felix) “I swear, if you put ANY MAKEUP ON ME-”

(Ingrid) “How’d it come to this?”

(Dimitri) “Is this some sick twisted joke? The professor has damned us all!”

(Dedue) “That’s a bit dramatic but, I can’t exactly disagree...”

(Sylvain) “Well, I can’t wait to see your dancing lesson tomorrow!...Ugh, this is gonna be terrible for us...”

(Ashe) “Who knows? The professor has surprised us before.”

(Annette) “Ashe, I think you’re a bit too optimistic.”

The Day of the White Heron Cup

(Byleth) “Alright Felix, show them what your training was for!”

(Felix) “Ugh, good grief.”

Their training was....rough to say the least. Felix had NO idea what he was doing, and only learned a few steps if anything.

Oddly enough, he was feeling very prideful in his improvement. It’d help his footwork in fights at the very least.

(Dimitri) “I’d say good luck but...we’d need a miracle to see us through this.”

(Sylvain) “Knock em dead, Felix. Just...not with crap dancing.”

(Ingrid) “Have fun...I think?”

(Mercedes) “I have faith in you!”

(Everyone) “...”

(Mercedes) “...A-Alright, some faith....a little.”

(Ashe) “I don’t want to be rude, but...No, we shouldn’t be negative. If the Professor says you can do it, then you can do it!”

(Annette) “Yeah, down with the naysayers! Dazzle em, Felix!”

(Dedue) “Show them the pride of the Blue Lions.”

Felix smiled at the three’s comments.

(Felix) “Eh, what the hell. Might as well enjoy it.”

(Byleth) “Class, know this. Professor Byleth does not know defeat.”

(Dimiri) “We’ll be sure to make you acquainted soon...” He said while sighing.

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The contestants were:

Edelgard - Black Eagles

Felix - Blue Lions

Leonie - Golden Deer

The two girls were in their standard school uniforms while Felix was wearing a crisp black suit, standing out from the two.

Everyone was murmuring as soon as they saw Felix come up onto stage, which only fueled his desire to show them the error in their thinking.

...Wait, why am I getting THIS worked up about it? I don’t even want to be here! was his next thought.

And so, the moment of truth had begun. It was time to show the moves Byleth had taught him.

It was unlike any ball moves he had ever seen, it was odd yet mesmerizing.

Leonie’s and Edeglard’s bands were classic ball music, but Byleth had requested to use something specific for his music and granted the request.

And when they were in position, Felix was told to say the key word to start it off proper.

Felix sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Let’s get this over with.”

He snapped his fingers loudly, catching everyone’s attention.

“Boys, give me something with a beat!”

The man on the piano hit the notes so loudly, it caught the judges off guard.

Alois’s and Manuela’s eyes went wide while Shamir raised her eyebrows.

Felix saw Dorothea at the head of the band, about to sing. As soon as she said her parts, he struck the best pose he could.

The Piano struck three notes, signalling everyone.

DUN DUN DUN

(Dorothea) “Oh baby, baby!”

[you expected ABBA, BUT IT WAS ME! BRITNEY SPEARS!]

“I look so STUPID.” He thought to himself.

He went from pointing upwards to pointing at the crowd, nodding up and down with the beat of the instruments.

“Oh baby, baby, how was I supposed to know?

That something wasn't right here?”

He swayed his hips side to side, snapping his fingers in beat with her singing.

“Oh baby, baby, I shouldn't have let you go”

He spun around and struck a pose facing the opposite direction, his left arm pointing outwards while his other hand was behind his head, and right foot directly behind his left.

“And now you're out of sight, yeah”

He turned back to the audience, and began swinging in motion to her singing.

“Show me how you want it to be,

Tell me, baby, 'cause I need to know now, oh because!”

He then closed his eyes, and began acting as if he were repeating the chorus, extending his hand and folding it to himself dramatically.

“My loneliness is killing me (and I)

I must confess I still believe (still believe)

When I'm not with you I lose my mind

Give me a sign

Hit me, baby, one more time!”

As soon as the band finished, he finished by pointing at the crowd with a smile.

He could tell several girls screamed in glee, but he was far too busy thinking

WHAT THE HELL WAS THE PROFESSOR THINKING MAKING ME DANCE THIS!

THIS ISN’T EVEN BALL DANCING!

Everyone in the audience remained quiet until someone started clapping. Followed by several people, then the entire room.

He and the band bowed, Felix taking his place next to Edelgard and Leonie.

The Blue Lions were stunned, not expecting this dance at all since they were prohibited from having their training have any witnesses.

When the judging came around, they all heard the instructor’s voices.

(Manuela) “I vote for...The Blue Lions! Their music was spectacular!”

(Sylvain) “...H-Huh...?!”

(Shamir) “I vote for...The Blue Lions. Their dance was the most original.”

(Ingrid) “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

(Alois) “Well, I think it’s obvious who the winner is! My vote is also this year’s winner. THE BLUE LION HOUSE!”

(Dimitri) “I-IMPOSSIBLE!”

(Felix) “...What.”

Everyone began clapping and cheering wildly, and the class could do nothing but stare.

(Dedue) “Oh my...”

(Mercedes) “Incredible...! I can’t believe it!”

(Ashe) “N-Neither can I...!”

(Annette) “WOOHOO! WE WON!”

(Byleth) “I told you class.”

Everyone turned around to face him, Byleth now smiling.

(Byleth) “PROFESSOR BYLETH KNOWS NO DEFEAT.”

(Dimitri) “J-Just how serious did you take this?!”

Felix walked up to the Professor and shoved him the trophy.

(Felix) “Never ask me for anything AGAIN.”

He walked off towards the training ground, hoping to forget this ever happened.

The several girls from the crowd following him disagreed strongly.

#shitpost #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses imagines #fire emblem three houses headcanons #fire emblem three houses #felix hugo fraldarius #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #sylvain jose gautier #ingrid brandol galatea #ingrid galatea #mercedes von martlitz #ashe duran #annette fantine dominique #dedue molinaro #byleth #blue lions #sothis #dorothea arnault

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dragons-bones · 5 years ago

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FFXIV Write Entry #13: To Tend the Flame

Prompt: wax | Master Post | On AO3

Notes: Spoilers for Shadowbringers MSQ and spoilers for the Binding Coils of Bahamut side story.

She first noticed it during the battle at Laxan Loft, but it’s not until they reach Il Mheg that Synnove really paid attention to the new aether curling and weaving amongst her own.

Oddly enough, it’s not the Lightwarden’s. That had felt ice-sharp and rotten-soft at the same time, white to the point of pain and not singing but screeching of broken glass and denied, raging hunger. No, that aether sat in the core of herself, sulking and bitter, but otherwise not influencing her spells.

No, this aether was…warm. Fiery, but the welcome flame of a campfire in the night, or the hearth of a well-loved home. She outright dismissed it as Ifrit’s aether leaking from Ivar; that was too distinctive and too familiar. This new aether was familiar, too, and the way it intertwined among her own, yet remains separate, reminded her of a primal’s lingering touch, so clearly at some point she had come into contact with it.

There was a niggle of an idea at the back of her mind. The hypothesis was set; now to observe.

First: the Dreadwyrm’s aether coalesced much faster. Previously, she had needed to trance at least twice to build up sufficient reserves to (grudgingly) indulge Ivar and use him as the core to summon Demi-Bahamut to the field. Now she only needed to trance just the once. Ivar, at least, was delighted by this change, her bloodthirsty, rage-filled boy.

(And at least she’d stopped having panic attacks every time she’d needed to activate that array.)

Second: the new, strange aether reached peak coalescence only after she had finished coalescing Dreadwyrm aether, and then dissipating it with a summon of Demi-Bahamut. In fact, she couldn’t even tap into Dreadwyrm aether again until she’d tranced with the new aether.

Third: while trancing with the new aether, it affected two of her spells. Outburst was a relatively new creation that the aetherochemistry department had only recently finalized; Synnove had offered to field test it shortly before she and the others had been whisked away to the First. That spell fluctuating due to an unexpected outside influence was unusual, considering how rigorously the Guild tested and developed their arrays, but not impossible. Ruin III, however, was an old standby, a tried and true blast of pure, unaspected power reserved for the most talented members of the Guild that had been in circulation for years. The only arrays more stable were the ones for the rest of the Ruin series and the standard carbuncle summons they gave to the baby arcanists (who weren’t insane overachievers like herself who had to write her own from scratch).

And it wasn’t just subtle effects. No, both Ruin III and Outburst were unaspected; arcanists liked working without the interference of specific elemental affinities, or alternatively with an equal amount of each kind so that they all canceled one another out, it made the math behave. (There was a bloody good reason she’d run into the wall on her artificial aether infusion project: working with elementally aspected aether was essentially working with literal fucking chaos and sometimes it was fun, but sometimes it just sucked.) This new surge of primal aether turned her respectable, unaspected spells into roiling balls of fire and pitch.

Ivar, of course, loved it. Heron and Alakhai, who also preferred to fight in the melee, not so much.

Fourth: the aether sang, as it always did. It reminded her very strongly of the Dreadwyrm aether’s dirge-like ballad, but this aether’s song was slower, more solemn. Wordless crooning matched with the resonant tones of an Ishgardian pipe organ. It was a funeral hymn: no rage, only deep, boundless sorrow, and a bottomless well of love.

Observations complete, she compared the data sets the night they vanquished Titania, absently rubbing her chest every so often as she did. The carbuncles curled up around her in various stages of patience—Galette in her usual spot around her neck, Tyr loafed next to her, Ivar sprawled in her lap and reaching up to either bat at his sister’s tails or his brother’s ears—as she set up the portable readout device she’d thankfully packed back on the Source. Synnove flipped open her grimoire sitting on the ground next to her on the opposite side of Tyr, paging through until she got to the first page of the arrays for Ivar’s passive sensor programming.

Humming quietly, she took the channeling stylus from her mouth, and placed the tip on the activation sigil. The array lit up, and so did the readout device, pulsing out a hologram that scrolled through the most recent aether readings. Synnove squinted as she skimmed the data, scratching Tyr’s neck until the big carbuncle turned into a happy puddle of brass purrs.

Then she called up data from nearly four years ago.

“Synnove?”

She looked up, only a little startled, to meet Alisaie’s worried gaze.

“Is everything all right?” said Alisaie.

Synnove looked back at the data, gnawing on her lower lip as the implications of the data sunk in. She let out a slow breath and said, “Don’t know yet. Fetch your brother, please, the both of you need to see this.”

Alisaie, Twelve bless her, didn’t hesitate, just turned and hurried off to find Alphinaud. She returned with her twin in a handful of minutes to the spot out in the fields surrounding Lydha Lran that Synnove had settled in to review her notes. By the time they reached her, Synnove had pulled up both data sets onto the viewer at once. She gestured, and the siblings both sat in front of her.

“So,” said Synnove, setting down her channeling stylus carefully to ensure the tip still touched the activation sigil of the array, “I’ve noticed a peculiar bit of aether mixing with my own recently and no, it’s not the Lightwarden’s.”

Alphinaud and Alisaie’s looks of alarms quickly subsided, in favor of concern and interest as Synnove outlined for them the changes she noted. Then she pointed to the readout device.

“The display on the left is the recent data Ivar’s passive sensors have recorded,” she said. “I’m sure Galette and Tyr’s would read the same, but since Ivar is the only one installed with the Dreadwyrm Protocols, he has the most complete set.”

Alphinaud scratched Tyr behind the ears, as the big carbuncle had crawled forward for pettings during Synnove’s explanation. “And I note that it’s exactly the same as the display on the right,” he said.

Synnove hummed agreement, rhythmically running her hand down Ivar’s back from his head to the base of his tails

Alisaie sat with her arms crossed, just staring at the displayed data. Finally, she said, “The data from the right is from the Binding Coils, isn’t it?”

“It is,” said Synnove, quiet and serious.

“That’s,” and Alisaie swallowed, “that’s Phoenix’s aether.”

“I believe so.”

Alphinaud didn’t look as rattled as his twin, but Synnove had known him long enough to spot the tension around his mouth and eyes. “Why now?” he said. “You’ve been using the Dreadwyrm Protocols for a number of years by now, so why has Phoenix’s aether remained dormant for so long?”

“My best guess,” said Synnove, “is because we’re here on the First. Eorzea is upfront about the fact that Dalamud’s fall and Bahamut’s rampage unquestionably fucked up the continent both on a physical and metaphysical level. The rest of our home star claims suddenly only having a single moon in the sky after the second one blew up a few miles directly above the surface had no effect on their magicks and aether, but we can all three agree that they’re probably trying to save face to a bunch of foreigners how mucked up things got for them, because that is a load of chocobo shite.”

Alphinaud coughed, smothering a smile, as Alisaie momentarily forgot her distress and snickered loudly.

“Bahamut’s aether didn’t just insinuate itself into everyone at Carteneau,” continued Synnove, continuing to pet Ivar and reaching up with her other hand to scratch behind Galette’s ears. Both carbuncles purred happily. “And it didn’t just insinuate itself into everyone in Eorzea, though I’ll grant that Eorzeans have the highest concentrations. No, Bahamut’s aether is everywhere on the Source; it’s permeated every rock and tree and beastkin and Spoken.

“It’s always been too easy to coalesce Dreadwyrm aether; when I’ve run through my own aetheric reserves, I can still use the Protocols without much fuss. If I was only ever using the aether comingled with my own, I should run out, but I don’t. Thus, I have to be unconsciously drawing upon the Dreadwyrm aether all around me.”

“But here on the First,” said Alphinaud, thoughtful, “Bahamut’s aether only exists in you and us Scions. I have noticed you still have had no issues using the Protocols, so we can assume you are able to draw on the Dreadwyrm aether within us and the others.”

Synnove inclined her head to him. “Just so.”

“So, with a finite amount of Dreadwyrm aether,” said Alisaie, “Phoenix’s aether is finally detectable, and even able to exert influence and become usable with the dissipation of Bahamut’s. And with how quickly and how strong it coalesces, it needs to be dissipated in turn before repeating the cycle.”

“That is my theory for what’s occurring,” said Synnove. “And, of course, I’ve noticed it steadily growing stronger and more stable since this began. No doubt it’ll continue to do so, although at the moment I couldn’t tell why.”

The twins shared a long, silent look. Alphinaud raised a single eyebrow. Alisaie nodded.

They turned back to her, their expressions serious, but the gleam of excitement was in their eyes. Synnove recognized it and grinned; bless their nerdy hearts, her darling little sibs.

“What would you like to do with this, Synnove?” said Alphinaud.

“And how can we help?” said Alisaie.

“Well,” drawled Synnove, “we’ll need to build some arrays to control how Phoenix’s aether warps my spells when I’m trancing with it. And then, I believe, we should prepare for the day when his aether has grown strong enough that Phoenix will fly the skies of the First as he once did at Carteneau to vanquish Bahamut, with all the prayers of Eorzea to guide him. If you two are all right with that?”

The twins dove forward to embrace her; Galette squwaked unhappily at being jostled, but they ignored her. Synnove returned their hugs, smiling, and tucked them in under her arms. Tyr immediately came over to flop across all three of their laps.

“You’re the only one I’d trust with it,” Alisaie said.

“We couldn’t think of anyone better suited,” added Alphinaud.

“Thank you,” Synnove said, as heartfelt and honored as she could. “Now then, my fellow nerds, let’s get to it!”

#ffxivwrite2019 #dt's writing #final fantasy xiv #spoilers #ffxiv spoilers #5.0 spoilers #oc: synnove greywolfe #synnove's carbuncles #alisaie leveilleur #alphinaud leveilleur #my three favorite things:#worldbuilding #bullshitting how arcanima works #and FEELINGS

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rosalind-of-arden · 5 years ago

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Sword and Pen Reread, chapter 13 part 1

It’s Wolfe chapter time! I am sure it comes as no surprise to anyone at all that this is my favorite chapter in the book. Splitting the post because this is looooooong.

In the ephemera, we have some Russia-Archivist collusion. The assassins that killed Murasaki were Russian spies. The Archivist sold weapons to Russia. It’s been just two days since the Archivist lost power. There’s no way he set all of this up so fast. He’s been scheming with Russia and developing secret weapons for some time. How did he get the weapons to Russia, though? Were they hidden somewhere outside Alexandria? Translated out by Vanya Nikolin?

The Russian ambassador is surprised the Archivist never used the new weapons in Alexandria, and a little suspicious. I suspect the Archivist would have done just that if the pack showed up at the gates with an army instead of taking control from within Alexandria.

Wolfe’s discomfort with violence: describes Anit’s forces as “unpleasantly good at killing”, doesn’t want to kill the Elites who surrendered. Here’s some foreshadowing of the stabbing moment. He recognizes that killing the Elites would be easier, but he considers that “a terrible thought.” (Is it just because of circumstances that Wolfe sends the prisoners with Anit? Or is he glad for the opportunity to let someone else do the dirty work?)

But also, Wolfe’s appreciation of skill at violence: he has appreciative comments about the fighting skills demonstrated by the Elites, the criminals, Jess, and Glain.

Glain is not ok: “She looked pale and strained now as the adrenaline departed.” (Coincidence that Wolfe is good at recognizing signs of adrenaline rush wearing off? I think not.)

Dad Wolfe, overestimating his warrior daughter’s abilities: “And if I’d come with just you and Jess-” “We’d all be dead,” she said. At his look, she smiled. “I’m good, Scholar. Nobody’s that good.” “Well, perhaps you’re-” YOU ARE SUCH A DAD, WOLFE.

How much of Wolfe only just recognizing that Jess is dying was because Jess was hiding symptoms well and how much was Wolfe being in denial?

“He’d been afraid of this. Afraid that his obsession, his lack of sensible caution, had finally cost a life. Worse still, the life of someone he cared for.” First of all, you know things are bad when Wolfe admits to feelings. But also, echoes of the conversation between Wolfe and Santi after the training exercise in Paper and Fire, when Santi yelled at Wolfe for being reckless and getting the recruit in Glain’s squad killed. This is an argument those two have been having for a long time - I’d guess it even predates Rome. Recklessness is a flaw Wolfe knows he has, and his self-criticism when he recognizes it is brutal. He’s not giving himself a break for recent traumatic experiences or the extreme pressure of the situation.

“Glain had a soft streak in her. In that she reminded him of himself. Rather strongly.” Wolfe has just admitted to having feelings, y’all. This is a sign of how bad things are. But also: yes, you asshole, we’ve known about that soft side all along. You were fooling no one.

A lot of “boy” in reference to Jess. With Jess so weak, Wolfe is thinking of him as more of a child. It’s bringing out Wolfe’s dad side more. Or, I mean, I’m sure there are sinful things that one might make of this.

“I’ve killed him. The thought struck deep, and it hurt so badly he drew in a startled breath.” Wolfe is having Feelings and I just cannot get enough of it. Uncontrolled, audible to others Feelings.

So what does Wolfe do after showing undeniable emotion? Pile on the praise for Jess’s contribution to the fight and threaten to nail the mask to Jess’s face.

Wolfe and Santi have already worked out pretty much everything that the Archivist tries. They know each other’s thinking well enough that Wolfe is very confident in telling Glain that Santi has already thought of the places she suggests the Archivist might attack. The only things they missed were the Tomb of Heron and Archivist’s ability to get assassins and himself into the Serapeum.

Wolfe’s struggle to think of where the Archivist might go next is another sign that he isn’t at his best.

Wolfe: I am very polite and totally not reading other people’s Codex messages except that I kind of accidentally skimmed it and got the important bits.

High Garda and smugglers both pay and care for the families of people killed in battle.

“There was a certain chilly certainty to that, and Wolfe felt it down his spine. He made his tone especially bitter when he said, ‘Enough chat, children.’“ Wolfe: *has a feeling* Wolfe: *acts like an asshole to cover it up* You are fooling no one, Wolfe.

Wolfe has a soft spot for Anit. First he gives her a lion in Ash and Quill, now he’s offering her two or three favors as long as those favors aren’t books from the Archives. Wolfe’s not just a dad, he’s the dad who makes sure that his kids’ friends are all taken care of, too.

Wolfe threatens to have Jess strapped down to a hospital bed. Wolfe worries because Jess doesn’t argue with that. He knows how much Jess is like him.

Wolfe seems to intuitively grasp that the sphinx is being controlled. He feels the Archivist’s presence in it when it comes back. He doesn’t seem to know about the magic mirrors. Is he sensing something with his limited Obscurist talent that he isn’t consciously aware of?

Archivist’s first name, which Wolfe “hadn’t used in ages”, is Theo. This is the only use of his name in the entire fucking series. Short for something? Theodore (Greek origin, meaning “divine gift”, which I’m sure the bastard thinks he is) comes to mind first, but a quick browse through a couple baby name sites shows that there are a lot of other variants. Notably, I do not see any Russian versions of the name, so we can probably rule out the possibility that he’s so cozy with the Russians because he’s Russian himself.

But it’s also such an awesome moment for Wolfe to get to call the Archivist by his first name. Wolfe has been putting up with people in power calling him “Christopher” without permission, now he gets to turn the tables. It’s even more insulting to the Archivist, and Wolfe knows it.

Santi made sure Wolfe wore armor. This is good protectiveness: not controlling Wolfe’s actions, but urging him to take reasonable safety precautions.

“he felt a sharp twinge in his shoulder that warned him he was neither as athletic nor as limber as he’d once been” A sign of age here, yes, and a potential long-term symptom from torture, but I’m also seeing this as a sign of how Wolfe’s life has changed in recent years. Even just the events of the books would take a toll. Then along with the obviously devastating physical effects of his imprisonment in Rome and the effects of PTSD, there was Santi keeping him “locked up” for 6 months between Ink and Bone and Paper and Fire. How many of his normal activities weren’t safe/permitted for him in the time between Rome and his teaching assignment? The kids see Wolfe as impressively athletic for a Scholar, but this line suggests that he used to be even more so.

Glain says she can’t use Greek fire. This means that Glain has Greek fire. Did the promotion come with Greek fire carrying privileges?

Wolfe, with his arm in a sphinx’s mouth, has to resist the urge to respond to Jess with a lengthy, snarky answer.

Another addition to Wolfe’s knowledge: anatomy. He’s very aware of what arteries the sphinx could claw open.

“Stay alive for Nic, if not for yourself.” Another little hint that Wolfe isn’t entirely ok. Echoes of his statement in Ash and Quill that he stays alive for Nic even though he has suicidal thoughts.

“Dying in a graveyard seemed like the most ignominious end of end of them all. He wasn’t having it.” First, even in his own thoughts, Wolfe backs off from emotional intensity with sarcasm. Second, Wolfe-Dario parallel here, with Dario later complaining about not wanting to die like a commoner.

For all his “I’m not that athletic” thinking, Wolfe is... pretty fucking athletic here. He’s worn himself out, though. He has to catch his breath while the automata are fighting, and he can only run part of the way back. Once the adrenaline wears off, he’s walking.

Wolfe has a nasty bruise from the sphinx bite. @thegreatlibraryfangirl, how does that play with your injured wrist headcanons? Any chance this injury is worse than Wolfe thinks it is?

#the great library #sword and pen reread #sword and pen spoilers #long post

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bunjywunjy · 7 years ago

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FATHER OF A SLIPPER

hey guess what everyone, it’s time for a new installment of Weird Biology! yaaay! (CLAP NOW.)

this week's animal might look like a children’s edutainment mascot, but it’s an avian death machine with built-in machine-gun sound effects. really.

so hold onto your butts folks, because it’s time to meet-

gesundheit! haha! please do not bite me!

the Shoebill is a stupidly huge modern dinosaur with a ginormous beak, which kind of looks like... uh, a shoe. (BLESS YOU)

the Shoebill (BLESS... fine, fine I’ll stop) has several different names in other languages. the best one by far the Arabic Abu Markub, which can be translated as “Father of a Slipper”.

obviously this name is way, way better than anything I could ever come up with in a million years, and I should just quit my job and stop the article right here.

I won’t, though. you still have to read like another six paragraphs of this. suffer.

the Shoebill is a gigantic bastard of a bird, reaching up to five feet tall and fifteen pounds heavy. they’re simply too much bird to handle, especially when you consider that enormous clog of a beak. that odd bill may look like a cute dutch shoe, but the edges are razor-sharp and built to decapitate prey with a single heavy blow.

the Shoebill is what you would get if you were to take a Velociraptor and tape a fucking axe to its face, which kind of ruins the friendly muppet look they’ve got going on.

(that and the death glare.)

HEY KIDS! let’s have a staring contest! Timmy why are you crying

the Shoebill is found in tropical East African swamps and wetlands. they stalk around in the reeds and generally skulk around like most cranes and herons do, but with a couple of important differences. (yes, those differences are all scary. hang on.)

first, Shoebills are hunting for larger prey than your typical heron or crane. and while they do usually go after fish and eels up to 3 feet long (!!!), the Shoebill is a criminal of opportunity. they will eat anything, from baby crocodiles to smaller waterfowl to baby antelopes. BABY. FUCKING. ANTELOPES.

so maybe don’t trust them around your children, is what I’m getting at here.

HEY KIDS! who wants to see if I can fit this ENTIRE DUCK in my mouth? TIMMY, YOU’RE NEXT.

second, Shoebills are very, very, veryveryvery patient. they stand next to the water and just. don’t. move. you’d think the Shoebill was trying to win a staring contest with the river, but I can assure you that it’s nothing that innocent. the Shoebill is waiting.

once an edible-looking fish/eel/nile monitor/baby antelope swims by, the Shoebill strikes. five feet of hungry bird slams beak-first into its potential meal, swinging it around a few times like a Jurassic Park Velociraptor (to get the mud off. mud is gross even to Shoebills), and snipping the head clean off with that terrible beak. oh, and then the Shoebill swallows it whole. headfirst. (it would be if the prey still had a head attached, anyway.)

AAAAAAAAAA. AAAAAAAAA!

awful table manners aside, Shoebills actually do manage to scrounge up some compassion in their black black hearts when it comes to their children.

*paper rustles* wait. hang on, I read that wrong. ahaha, whoops! they don’t, actually.

at the end of the rainy season, two Shoebills will court by making machine-gun sound effects with their beaks at each other. (really) once they have decided they can stand each other long enough to make some beautiful babies together (Shoebills are notoriously antisocial), the pair wander off to a distant corner of the swamp, where they will build a fuckoff huge nest and lay up to three eggs. awww!

however, only one of those eggs is going to make it to adulthood.

take a quick break to stare at something adorable.

this is by design. the strongest chick will become a strong adult. “wait... how do they know who’s the strongest?” you ask tremulously, an unnamable fear in your eyes. you are correct to be wary! the answer is siblicide.

that’s right, the strongest chick will straight-up murder its weaker siblings by shoving them out of the nest to drown/be eaten by crocodiles. and the parents just kind of watch. jesus.

I mean, I GUESS that’s as good a way as any to make sure at least one chick is strong enough to make it, but man.

don’t trust these guys around your children, that’s all I’m saying.

HEY KIDS, it’s time for TODDLER DEATHMATCH! may the strongest offspring prevail!

despite their many nightmarish qualities, Shoebills remain an iconic bird and a valuable part of the ecosystem (why, without them we’d be knee deep in baby antelopes). they have appeared in human art and culture from the Ancient Egyptians to The Audobon Society.

they’re pretty neat.

Shoebills are also currently considered Vulnerable, with their habitat under threat from human encroachment. we really, really, really hope that this giant murderbird continues to thrive in the future, mostly so that if the day ever comes when someone points up into the air and cries “Look! A Shoebill!” we can all turn around in unison and scream,

“GESUNDHEIT!”

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#shoebill #bird #animal death #dinosaur #biology with bunjy

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nanigma · 6 years ago

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Can I ask more than one or should I make a different ask? Anw if you're not up to it you may choose just one ! :) 1)Ryouma or Hinoka 2)Leo vs Takumi and 3) Leo + Sakura ! (Or if you want nonfates related then maybe Naesala + Reyson?) Thanks in advance!

Hoo boy, I’ll try and answer all! :)

1. Hinoka

While I obviously don’t adore the older two Hoshidans as much as their baby siblings, I still enjoy both of them a lot. Between the two, Hinoka does come out on top though. I just enjoy her tomboyish attitude a lot, as well as how powerful of a pegasus knight she is in the game. I also think she had a lot of potential as a character, with some very intriguing flaws that the game sadly never explores. There’s a lot I like about her that I basically extracted from bits and snippets of material, so how close my image is of her to canon is unclear at this point. haha;; I also think her design is very very appealing and attractive. haha

Ryouma mostly loses out, because he is a bit too trapped in the traditional role of Samurai Prince. There’s more to him than that, especially some traits to his character I enjoy. I also did some “extracting” when it comes to his material, but Intsys is much more up front with paving over that potential to uphold the standard Samurai image. (ie. him being a bit neglectful towards his younger siblings as an interesting character flaw, which was shown to be unintentional when Warriors just had him shown to be perfectly considerate of them all. Because he is just that flawless, guys. *yawn*).

2. Leon vs. Takumi

Oh gods this actually a very interesting one.

Let’s look at it purely from a gameplay perspective:

Leon’s max stat as a Dark Knight (with Brunhilde) vs. Takumi’s max stat as a Sniper (with Fujin Yumi)

Takumi’s Res stat is pretty pitiful, but still not low enough that Leon could take him out without doubling. Which is unlikely to happen under normal circumstances, since Leon’s max speed is just awful compared to Takumi’s. Meanwhile, Takumi has to go up against Leon’s very good Def stat if he wants to win, but he has the advantage here, because he is A) almost definitely going to double and B) very very likely to crit too because of the Fuujin’s bonus. While Leon critting isn’t out of the question, it’s much less likely to happen.

So I’ll have to give the gameplay round to Takumi.

In the story though, Leon is described as a very powerful mage, who could probably stomp Takumi with a single spell. Likewise though, the Fuujin’s power is made out as such that Leon’s armour probably wouldn’t protect him adequately from it. In a situation like that, it all comes down to who hits first. We aren’t given a good indication of how much time it takes Leon to cast a crippling spell with Brunhilde and since we can be very sure that Takumi is going to shoot extremely fast, I am leaning sliiiightly towards the pineapple prince making it. Again, a very very close outcome that could be influenced either way by multiple factors, so don’t take this as me saying Takumi’d definitely win at all times. haha;; (like imagine Leon having Brunhilde’s trees shield him and then attacking at the same time)

Just for fun: If it came to melee combat, it’s an even more interesting question. Of course Leon actually comes with a sword built into his class-set, so he’d be more used to using it in battle. However, the way it’s framed in story, it seems like his sword training is mostly just there to augment his primary fighting style of magic. I doubt he’s a slouch with it, but it’s not something he tries to master fully. Meanwhile, Takumi is shown to be training with Ryouma almost daily with a fervor normally reserved for actual battle. He is very invested in becoming good enough to beat Ryouma and does manage to hit him once. However, we get no indication that he has learned how to fight someone who uses a Nohrian sword-fighting style. Meanwhile Leon probably has some experience engaging Samurai on the battlefield. I’d say Leon would have good chances at winning the first couple of times, but if they continued to spar Takumi would triumph more often than not.

3) Leon + Sakura

Platonic.

I think they have a good chemistry and potential dynamic. However, I felt Leon was a bit pushy in their support and I guess that impression has just stuck with me. Most of what I get out of their interactions (Leon developing a good amount of respect for Sakura and being considerate, while Sakura comes to look past his somewhat aloof exterior to see kindness) is something I can get out of a friendship between the two or being in-laws cough just the same. I just don’t feel the need to ship them romantically, however I have read some nice fics with this pairing

4) Naesala + Reyson

Yes Tellius!

Anyway, this is a complex relationTM for me. I actually like to imagine that they may have had something of a history with each other as more than friends. Not outright lovers, but I imagine there was potential for it. I guess I just have a weakness for young Naesala having a crush on both young heron siblings. haha;;However, Reyson staying with the Hawks after the Serenes massacre put that one on hold (since Reyson was too deeply into grieving and Naesala isn’t exactly the most welcomed guest in Phoenicis). Over time, I feel they both just moved on and then Reyson fell for Tibarn. And then... well the whole deal with Oliver happened.

Look I understand that Naesala couldn’t have just blown off a member of the senate, but he treated that situation very... flippantly. In chapter 19 of PoR he’s just like “Gosh Reyson, it’s not like I wanted to sell you into slavery permanently. I was planning to come by after an unspecified amount of time and pick you up, no need to be so dramatic!” And Reyson quickly comes around to forgiving him for it, without even knowing the real reason, but just because it helped find Leanne. Which is not exaclty an achievement Naesala should be credited for but whatever. I just think that’s a massive betrayal of trust that could have been resolved better and I have trouble shipping them romantically afterwards.

I do still really like them as friends though. Like, they obviously care for each other. Naesala is still concerned for Reyson’s well-being, while Reyson can’t quite seem to believe that Naesala would just betray them out of cruelty. I especially love how when Naesala sees all the herons collapsed when the medallion is about to blow, he shows concern for both Leanne and Reyson. I think it’s a very interesting and often heartwarming dynamic, just marred by one big, ugly incident.

#fire emblem #fe14 #tellius #hinoka #ryouma #leon #takumi #sakura #naesala #reyson #Anonymous

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I WANNA’ BE ELECTED

“THE TIME I CADDIED FOR ALICE COOPER AND LIVED TO TELL ABOUT IT!!!”

I Wanna Be Elected! Well not really. You see.... I was working at a shop that had been bought by Neil Lomax. He was a Portland native, who had graduated from P.S.U. and had a career in the NFL. The Cardinals to be specific. Which, had relocated to Phoenix Arizona in 88.

Home of J.F.A., The Meat Puppets and the great Mighty Sphincter. Oh and George Lynch, and Rob Halford. And the one and only Alice Cooper.

Now, almost everyone knows that Alice is a serious golfer. And that’s where we are going with this story. Not really a Rock and Roll story except for when I hound him with trivia questions, later. So, back to Neil. Super sweet man and excellent human being. He was heading to play a golf event that Alice would be at, in Phoenix one weekend, and he said, “Hey Dean, going to see your buddy Vince Fernier. See, Neil actually thought his name was ALICE COOPER. I corrected him one day and he loved VINCENT. He even came back from this event with a framed Hatch Show Print poster of the event. He let us display it in the shop when he got back. I was hoping he didn’t care for it and would part with it. But alas, my reward was yet to come. He actually had another golf tournament and I sent him down with a copy of Killer.

It came back signed and I was stoked. But there would be more....

So, then Its Neil’s turn to have his big golf event “The Quarterback Shootout”.

It’s an annual charity event he is really known for in Portland. A meet and greet with NFL legends and local celebs. The big ones I can recall are Drew Bledsoe, Marcus Allen, Charles Barkley, Jim Plunkett.

Having worked with Neil for a while, he had events and people would help and volunteer from work. The big event was this golf thing. Everyone fought over caddying for Charles Barkley. He was big tipper. The real cool thing was, this year Alice was coming up for it as a favor to Neil. No one at work was stepping up to caddy for him. What I knew about golf fit into a golf tee.

I imagined me out there fumbling around and dropping clubs to the sound of all that iron clanging and people laughing. So I was petrified, to say the least, when it was decided that I was going be Alice Cooper’s caddy. They demanded that the “residential rocker” at work, handle this rock royalty on the links.

Well the thought of me on a golf course was as foreign to my mind as being a surgeon, so I spent the morning getting ferociously stoned at home. The event was held at Heron Lakes Golf course and I lived pretty close. I got to the golf course and met up with everyone from work and just kinda waited.

Some people were already on the part where you tee off and practice. The driving range?!?!? You can see I’m out of my element here!

Anyway, we are kinda waiting for our assigned celebs to show up when a car pulls up, out comes this really petite person. All in black with their back to me. I was unable to make out who it was. They turn around and it’s Alice. People cheer and they hand me his clubs. This is the first time I have EVER held golf clubs. I used a golf bag for my drum stands to carry to many clubs, but this was the first time the had actual clubs in it.

He signs some stuff and is escorted my way, and I’m on the driving range. The first thing I tell him after we are introduced is “Alice, there is NOTHING I can tell you today to help you in any way on the course today!!!” He smiled and said “ I think I got it.”

That put me at ease right away.

We made our way to a practice area of sorts and already, people were coming up for autographs. I got the impression I would be doing a little security work today as well.

That was no problem actually since I had done set security on movie sets and all sorts of events. And he was approached by all sorts of people. Old, young, and everything in between. The first person I remember to approach held out a cassette and said “I took your music to Vietnam with me!” Alice stopped on a dime and just talked right to the guy. Not to/at him, but TO HIM!!!.

I could tell right away that this dude was genuine. Little kids with Todd McFarlane/Alice Cooper dolls would come up and he would sign the smallest signature. Taking time with everyone he took a photo with. He had a line for everything. After the photo was snapped he would say “Now, I may not show up in the picture when you get it developed.” He was, in a word “PROFESSIONAL”

This is a guy who hung out with Harry Nelson, Keith Moon, Salvador Dali.

I mean, he was on the Muppets for cryin’ out loud!!!

I know we were paired up with Jim Plunkett and played against Drew Bledsoe and Rick Mirer. Jim was an old school NFL dude and was here to have a good time. Drew Bledsoe did some things that day that I thought really were uncool. For someone being asked to a charity event, to sign autographs and take pictures, he was acting like he was being put out. It was interrupting his game. That was the whole point of this thing. You could saddle up next to the celebs and say hi and a bit more. It’s what they paid for, quite frankly. He was taking his golf game a little too serious if you ask me. Jim and Alice had wagers going as to who could drive the ball the farthest and stuff like that. Alice was a petite guy and Jim was a bigger dude.

Alice won the drive contest. The main thing that I took a way that day was answers to a load of questions that I had. Some prepared and most just off the top of my head.

As I relate some of these, just realize, that I’m paraphrasing what was said. He was so totally open and honest with me, it was quite staggering to be honest. I would feel horrible if anything was misinterpreted.

I started by asking about Johnny Rotten doing the liner notes on a Rhino Box set and he said “Johnny hates EVERYONE.... EVERYONE! Except ME! I can’t believe it.

I guess him and Sid used to play Dead Babies on acoustic guitars to make pocket money.”

I was like, Oh, it’s on! We proceeded to hole one, and I started chronologically with his career and headed back to Detroit. I asked about Ted Nugent, Bob Seger, MC5 and Iggy. He said “I’ll open for anyone! The Stones! The Who! But not Iggy! He just wipes the crowd out. Uses them up and wrings em’ out, and I can’t come on after that.”

I asked about his song “Only Women Bleed” and he said that was a number one multiple times, multiple countries, for multiple people.Tina Turner had a hit with it and he was proud of that.

I asked if he was a WHO guy or a STONES guy. He said “Listen to the opening of Elected.” DUH!!!

There were some interesting crowd interactions. From, two young dudes that wanted to have him sign a joint they had, to the McFarlane dolls and everything else. I told kids with the joint, there was no way... Then I mentioning it to Alice and he said “Yeah, it’s like right when you quit smoking weed and your friend comes over with 8 ounces and says “Hey, I’m leaving town for a few months, can you hold onto this for me?!?!”

This one women came up to us and was yelling to get his attention. Frankly, I was a little sketched about having to “deal” with her. We go over, she says “Can you sign something for me?” He says “Of course, what do you want signed?” She starts pulling scarp pieces of paper out of her pocket and I mean like a match book, a receipt, and just whatever. So he signs whatever it was and we walked away. He is being real silent, like in his head and he said “Man, that was 40 miles of rough road!!! I often wonder what I would be like if I had kept drinking and what not ?!?!”

That was probably one of the most profound things he said that day. I asked him when he quit drinking and he said, when his daughter was born. I too had recently quit with drinking and found this to be sort of a bonding moment for us. I remember that I had brought some items to have him sign. A postcard and an album etc. But the cool thing was I asked him at the last minute if I could have the ball he had used for the whole game. That was awesome, and I still have THAT.

I had all the stuff I wanted to asked and had kinda prepared the questions in my head, but it was the interaction with his fans that was really neat to see. The two young women who came up and started to bow and say “We’re not worthy, we’re not worthy.” I had kind of spaced the whole Waynes World thing, and when I told him “Oh man, I kinda forgot about that!” He replied “ I didn’t!!”

I asked if he gets that from people all the time, seeing as it was a whole new generation of exposure sorta thing. He said “No! It’s just that, when you get a movie script and you just see your scene, it’s not like you get to see the whole movie. It’s just me, backstage, Mila-wa-kay- and then we split.”

I’m still not really picking up what he’s putting down... “So when they asked us what we wanted, we just took my day fee for the movie and didn’t worry about any “back end” so to speak. So what happens? The movie goes on to make 18 million opening weekend.” He was not kidding... you could see that this one hurt.

I had mentioned a quote from him in Rolling Stone, I had recently read in which he commented on Marylin Manson. He said “Yeah... Real original. Call your self a girl name and put makeup on. Where have I heard that one before?”

Not in a rude or snide way, but in a kinda joking way. With a smile... I guess that’s what it all came down to that day. Here was a man who had done it all, seen it all, drank it all, and snorted it all. And in the end, he was alive, enjoying something that kept him sane (golf). Now, he’s out the other side, meeting people, saying HELLO - HOORAY!!! Let the show begin!!!

He was so at ease with it all and it was a true pleasure to watch him “work”. When anyone ask, what was he like?

I just say... “In a word - KILLER”

He was a man who seemed very content where he was. I mean if you weathered a storm like he did and lived to crawl from the shipwreck and right yourself for a second, third career?!?!?

Man... that’s it!!! That’s a success.

Telephone is ringing......

#alice cooper #golf #rockandroll

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