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doctor-gyro-gearloose · 3 years ago

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Understanding Gyro Gearloose

A fair day in Duckburg, the sun was shining and the air was warm on the face a perfect day for a perfect date, thought the ever so brilliant Fenton Crackshell Cabrera who was meeting up with Huey outside of a small coffee shop.

“Fenton!” Huey says, “You asked me to be here, why?”

“Huey! You and Dr. Gearloose know eachother..” Fenton murmurs not making eye contact with Huey when his face begins to warm.

“I’d say so, is there something wrong?” Huey asked.

“No! Gosh there isnt, I was just...wondering if you’d help me...Please dont tell anyone else, but..I want to surprise Dr. Gearloose with a date.” Fenton explains, stammering as he started to sweat.

“Well, then you have come to the right place, oh boy this is exciting! Where do we get to start?” Huey asked.

“Well, if there’s one thing I have to remember about Dr. Gearloose is that I can’t do anything too dramatic, he stresses out easily.” Fenton explains. “Do...you have any advice?”

“You’ve come to the right place Fenton, I know exactly what you need. Sit down my friend!” Huey says.

Fenton smiles, “Oh thank you Huey, youre the best!”

“Of course Fenton, now the most important thing is it to set the mood, you said that Gyro gets stressed easily, so plan for something small.” Huey explains.

“That’s easy! We can watch a movie in the lab, thats his comfort place.” Fenton says.

“Perfect. No big surprises, just a good movie, and some snacks, you guys could get hungry, every good date has snacks.” Huey said.

“Hm, light snacks, Dr. Gearloose doesn’t eat snacks very often, but i know what he likes so I will provide that.” Fenton says.

“Mood lighting. That’ll be everything for your date, warm colors, make it comfortable. Blankets are a must.” Huey says, getting excited for Fenton.

“Yes! I have plenty of those! I’ll use as many as I can to create the most comfort for Dr. Gearloose..” Fenton says.

“What movie do you think will set the tone?” Huey asks.

“Darkwing Duck! I just know Dr. Gearloose will like it.” Fenton says,

“Great. Now we have all the elements for your perfect date.” Huey says.

Fenton smiles. “This is perfect. All I would have to do is get Dr. Gearloose out of the lab so i can decorate it, Boyd can help! He can fly, oh, it’ll be perfect!” He starts to get excited about his little date.

“I know exactly how to get Dr. Gearloose out of his lab, I’ll act like I’m interested in one of his new inventions, and then Ill suggest we show it to Scrooge, he will leave the lab with me and then you can swoop in, decorate it with Boyd, text me when your done and Ill take Gearloose back, and it’ll be perfect!” Huey says, he smiles happy for Fenton.

“I knew I could trust you Huey, thank you.” Fenton says. “You go get Dr. Gearloose now, Ill need as much time as I can get, I have something I want to show him as well.” Fenton says/

“Huey is on it. I wont let you down Fenton!” Huey says.

“This means so much to me, I hope it works.” Fenton says, only a little nervous now.

“Don’t worry Fenton, Ill make sure it works.” Huey says while the two make their way to Gyros lab, Fenton hangs back so that Gyro doesn’t see him sneak in, there would be no way for him to lie about what he was up to, not to Gyro.

Huey walks up to the lab door, knocking on it awaiting Gyro.

Gyro hears the knock, walking over to the door, he opens it. “Red Nephew?”

“Yes its Huey here! I was interested in knowing more about your inventions!”

A rare smile forms on Gyros face. “I never figured any of you would be so interested in my work!”

“You’re the coolest scientist we know! Of course I am.” Huey says while Gyro lets him in his lab.

Gyro adjusts his glasses while he walks to his workspace ready to start information dumping on Huey.

“Can you tell me more about your cool shrink ray?!” Huey asked looking in awe at Gyro.

“Of course!”Gyro picks up the Gearloose Microphone, “The Gearloose Microphone! The microphone that can make tiny voices loud, and of course shrink you to a microscopic size.” He starts to go on in even more depth, gesturing wildly as he spoke. “You see my work is very well crafted Red Nephew, you are smart for taking such an opportunity to understand my inventions. All of the accusations you’ve heard are wrong, my inventions are never evil just wildly misunderstood.” Gyro speaks while lil bulb peaks from his hat as he says ‘evil’.

Huey didn’t quite expect Gyro to talk so long. They were there for a long time before Gyro finally stopped talking to take a breather, Huey took the opportunity to ask Gyro to take his presentation to the manor.

“Can we go up to the manor? I bet Uncle Scrooge would love to hear about the Gearloose Microphone.” Huey gasp, “everyone would love to see it!”

Gyro looks at Huey; “You really think that?!” He sounded hopeful.

“Of course.” Huey says, he smiles “Lets go!” He takes Gyro by the arm running him out of the lab.

Gyro screams, breaking free as soon as the two left the lab. “Never touch me again.”

“Finally.” Fenton says sneaking into the lab, he was starting to worry that Huey was going to be unable to get him out of the lab.

“Hey! Psst Boyd I need your help.” Fenton calls to him.

“Fenton! What do you need?” Boyd asks.

“I’m planing a date with Dr. Gearloose, i need you to help decorate the lab a little bit.” Fenton explains.

Really?! Ill help decorate!” Boyd happily said.

Fenton and Boyd begin to look for some decorations. He took Hueys advice and decorated with warm colors, making the lab a comfortable place to watch a movie in.

“This is going to be a perfect date.” Fenton says while he strings up some lights over the large window in the lab. He continues to tidy the lap, ensuring it will be looking its best when Gyro comes thru the door. Boyd flies putting up little paper lanterns.

“Wow. The lab looks fantastic!” Fenton smiles, the lab nicely decorated, comfortable for Gyro. “Now to just set out some snacks.” Fenton looks all over the lab for food, Gyro didn’t keep to much at the lab, but Fenton was able to make due with what was there. “Perfect!”

He takes out his phone and Texts Huey that has done all that he had needed to do.

Huey gets the message all the way back at the manor, to his luck Gyro stopped talking as he got it.

“And thats the Gearloose Microphone!” He says with pride, while Huey and Scrooge clap for him.

Gyro looks over to the time, “I should really go back to the lab now.”

“I will take you down!” Huey says, walking to lead the way.

Gyro found it odd Huey suddenly liked him so much, but he was enjoying him, not that he would ever admit that.

The two walked to the lab, Gyro opens the door to Fenton standing by it with a rose.

“Dr. Gearloose.” He smiles, handing to him.

“What is the meaning of all this…” Gyro asked, as Huey just winked, leaving while wishing Fenton good luck.

“Well, Dr. Gearloose, you are always so busy working and all...I planned this, very not date to watch a movie!” Fenton explains.

Gyro looked puzzled for a moment, looking at Fenton and all the lights around the lab, sure looked like a date to him.

“Come on! I set up the movie over here in my laboratory!” Fenton takes Gryos hand walking him over to his tiny bathroom lab. “Here we are.” He opens the door, the two enter the small space. “Sit down! I set us up some blankets.”

Gyro didn’t say anything, he sat down while Fenton started up the movie for them, once he was set up he joined Gyro on the floor.

The lights dim and the movie starts, Gyro was still quite confused about what was going on, and why Fenton would put so much effort into something for him, it wasn’t like he deserved it, least he didn’t think so. He sighs, when Fenton looks over at him, smiling.

Gyro suddenly felt warm inside, in the moment he was glad it was dark, because he was in fact blushing, something that he would not have wanted Fenton to see.

The movie goes on, Gyro found himself getting closer and closer to Fenton the longer that they sat and watched Darkwing Duck, before he knew it, he was wrapping himself around Fenton, resting his head on Fentons shoulder; he hadn’t felt this relaxed in ages, it was a weird feeling for him, but he liked it. Fenton was warm, he was cold, the heat felt nice to him on his body, he almost didn’t want whatever it was he had to end. He in fact, had feelings for Fenton whether he wanted to admit it or not, he sure couldn’t deny it now, he smiles admiring Fenton and the movie.

It ends, the two were still quite quiet, not speaking a word, that was until Fenton spoke.

“Doctor Gearloose I would like to show you something...I have been working on.” Fenton says.

“Are you s—I mean of course, what do you want to show me?” Gyro spoke, he didn’t want to admit that he wanted to just stay on the floor snuggling to Fentons warmth.

Fenton smiles. “Behold! This is Gizmocloud.” He says while turning on his computer. “Here, put this on.” He hands Gyro a VR helmet.

Gyro puts it on his head; as Fenton joins him.

“It’s a virtual reality system I have been working on, heh, It’s still in beta. There’s glitches I dont know how to get rid of.”

Gyro was looking in awe, barely listening to Fenton, “This is...impressive F-er—intern.” He nearly slipped out Fentons name, but he couldn’t let Fenton know he liked him that much.

“You really think so?” Fenton says, while slyly turning on the sunset; setting the mood he thought.

“I do! This is incredible….oh forget it, Fenton.” Gyro smiles at him.

“I-I have a name.” Fenton smiles, he looks into Gyros eyes, taking his hand.

“Ah, well..” Gyro blushes, his feelings for Fenton growing stronger the longer they stood looking at each other.

“I think we have really good chemistry, Doctor Gearloose.” Fenton carefully kisses Gyro on the cheek, Gyro, now possibly overwhelmed by all these soft feelings he’s never felt for Fenton before, starts to tear up.

“You...mean all that..you did this all...for me?” Gyro asked.

“Of course, who else would I be doing anything for Dr. Gearloose, nobody is worth any amount of time or effect, just you are.” Fenton says, while Gyro unexpectedly hugs him tightly, his now very warm face touching Fentons.

“Fenton...thank you..” Gyro says, keeping his tight hold on Fenton.

Fenton smiles, overjoyed he couldn’t have asked this date to go any better than it did, quietly thanking Huey as well for all the help that he had provided making it possible.

Gyro then returns a small sweet to Fentons cheek, “Consider us even now.” He says, while he in reality also wraps around Fenton, kissing him softly.

While soft music begins to play, thanks to Boyd, the two return to reality.

Gyro is quiet again, looking at Fenton fiddling with his own thumbs.

“You ...don’t want this to end do you?” Fenton asked, he was starting to understand Gyros body language a lot more, understanding what he wanted without actually outright saying it.

Gyro shook his head, making Fentons statement true, he didn’t want it to end, not ever, he wraps himself around Fenton, causing the two of them to fall to the floor.

Fenton smiles, his date a larger success than he could have ever asked for.

The two of them laid snuggling for a long while until Fenton had fallen asleep, Gyro still wrapped around him admiring him, he couldn’t believe Fenton went thru all of that, just to have a simple little date with him. He didn’t realize how often he was pushing Fenton away until this point. Part of him felt guilty, but also lucky that Fenton had never once given up on him. He was greatful for him, truly he loved Fenton, he just never knew how to say it, until Fenton showed him how, just now. Gyro smiles, for once as he falls asleep wrapped around Fenton, where he could stay, forever.

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retirementhomecollab · 4 years ago

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☾ the witching hour

☾ decision: kitchen

☾ warnings: f!reader, alcohol mention

☾ word count: 1.5k

Food. You clutch your stomach, stumbling your way to the kitchen because before you know it, you’ve already taken a pull from a bottle some frat guy handed you.

“Doesn’t that make you a girl cow?”

You whip around to your left as your fingers barely reach the fridge handle, shifting on your feet unsteadily. Your brain feels like it’s suspended in air, like you’re floating around on a cloud but drowning in the middle of the sea all at once. The air is stifling and suddenly you’re smushed between two cowboys you don’t even know, trying to keep your eye on the conversation in front of you because for some reason, it is just that intriguing.

“Bro, they ran out of bull costumes at the store,” the gray haired boy says. “You were literally with me when I bought it.”

The firefighter laughs, a tiny snort ringing through the heavy bass, as he points at the udders on the cow onesie his twin is wearing.

“Why is there a firefighter with a whole farm?” you blurt, waving your finger around the crowd of farm animals. You squint in the lowlight to make sure you’re not making things up, but you’re thrusted towards them and too slow on the uptake to stop yourself from hurtling in their direction.

A hand grips your shoulder, steadying you. “Slow down there,” one of them says - the firefighter? No, maybe it was the cow. “Wait a second - ”

You latch onto the cow’s arm - dare you say it actually feels strong underneath the fabric - before looking up at him. You’re trying to mumble out some semblance of an apology but it comes out all garbled, a mix of “Sorry,” “Thank you,” and “Oh, let me count the spots,” slipping out instead.

“Wait, you know Kita.”

You blink up at him, brows pinching together. “How do you know Kita?” you ask defensively. Have you met this guy before? You can’t even tell with the way your vision is shaking - and you’d normally consider yourself good with faces.

“We all know Kita. He’s actually,” the gray haired boy says, lifting on his tiptoes to scan the crowd in the living room, “our farmer.”

You glance at the eyes staring back at you - a pig, a sheep, a goat, and lastly, a very cute cow - before turning over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of the farmer. You turn to the boy who looks exactly like the cow, except in hair and in costume, lips curling. “Why aren’t you a farm animal?”

He takes a sip from his cup, motioning to his bare upper half. “This is why.” He grins, pointing to the rest of his friends. “They’d set the whole farm on fire if it weren’t for me.”

The cow clears his throat, putting a fist up to his lips as he leans in towards you. “We hate him too.” His breath is hot against your cheek and it sends even more heat rushing to your face. You aren’t sure if it’s you, the amount of people packed in this tiny box, the alcohol, or the cute guy right over your shoulder that’s making you sweat.

The firefighter stands there for a minute before yelling at the guy you’re talking to. “I’m gonna grab another drink,” he says, smiling at someone you think you might know. “I’ll catch y’all later.”

You turn to your left, your nose almost brushing against the gray haired boy’s. You stumble back, and his arm swings around quickly to steady you (again).

Your eyes shift to your right. When had the other farm animals left? You take a good look at the boy in front of you, already shifting away from you and taking a step back.

“Don’t you remember? We met last semester,” the cow says. “Kita and I were studying on campus - ” he glances down at your glazed eyes, pressing his lips together. “I'm boring you, aren’t I?”

You pucker your lips guiltily, eyes drifting to your side. “Not at all.” You aren’t sure who you’re trying to convince, but that wouldn’t discount the fact that you could just stare at his face the whole night and still be hooked. He wouldn’t even have to say a single word.

He leans towards you and you feel your pulse pick up. “You’re not very convincing, you know that?” He scrunches his nose, and you giggle at him, your body acting on its own accord.

“I know why you’re still here,” he sighs, nodding in defeat.

Your brows knit together - what’s that supposed to mean?

“Alright,” he pauses, “go ahead, count the spots.”

What? You knit your brows together before your eyes light up like the pink strobe lights flashing four feet away from you, like you’ve been given the best treat while you were out trick or treating. You’d forgotten all about the spots on his outfit already - of course you’d wanted to count them.

He swallows down a laugh, and you roll your lips under your teeth, the vodka rushing through your veins. The lipstick is still fresh and fruity against your lips; you’re just hoping your teeth don’t stain and that it can last you the whole night. “Plain Jane” begins to thrum away, your heart rate seemingly catching up to match the beat.

You look at the costume and pinch the fabric between your fingers, tugging on it slightly. He turns around for you, and you point to the brown spot on the hood of onesie. Your eyelids feel heavy and you haven’t even started.

“1.”

The cow laughs, and you laugh with him like the funniest thing had just happened, like he just told you the funniest joke ever, or as if you tripped on air, or something just absolutely ridiculous - that’s what you feel like laughing with him. You catch sight of the toothy smile he flashes at you against the now blue strobe lights, and it only makes you smile more, as if your cheeks don’t already hurt.

You go back to your god-given job, finger poking his shoulder blade. “23,” you mumble, poking the spots one by one. The plush fabric is soft against the pads of your fingers but you can feel the definition underneath, the subtle flexing every time you press your skin against his onesie.

The numbers feel heavy against your tongue, like there’s a sticky piece of toffee gluing your lips together. Your eyes shift to the candy bowl on the counter, idly mumbling out the next number that comes to mind even if you haven’t moved your fingers.

You tug at the fabric against your neck as you struggle to keep your eyes open. He looks over his shoulder to you when you stop poking him, your fingers hovering over the curve of his ass. You blink at him, testing him, just waiting for him to ask, “Why’d you stop?”

Instead, he says, “You okay? You need water?”

You swallow, feeling yourself sober up by the second because you’re so surprised.

“Hungry,” you stutter out, remembering why you even came to the kitchen at all. “I’m really hungry.”

He pulls out a mini chocolate bar from his pocket. “Good thing I brought my feed, huh?” he teases, leaning towards you. He brings forward a few more candy bars before finding a disposable plate, arranging them neatly for you. “I’m somewhat of a chef.”

You toss your head back, laughs rippling from your stomach. It starts to hurt, both from growling all night and from you giggling so hard. His lips break out into a grin before his laugh is mingling with yours once again, tears streaming down your face as you look at the pitiful plate in front of you.

Once you catch your breath, you bow dramatically, hands placed on top of one another at your navel.

“Thank you, Mr. Cow. I guess I won’t cast a spell on you or whatever.” You’re still giggling when you reach for the plate, setting it to your side as you unwrap a candy and pop it in your mouth.

“It’s Osamu, by the way,” he grins, shoving his hands in his pockets. “And there’s more where that came from, so please don’t cast a spell on me.”

The corners of your eyes crinkle as you smile at him, the chocolate sitting in the pockets of your cheeks. “Unfortunately,” you swallow, “it’s not enough.” The words are spilling out before you can stop yourself, but there’s no way you can blame it on the alcohol anymore. “Oh humble chef, may I interest you in a gyro from the truck across the street?”

His eyes widen. “No way, that place is still open?” He glances at the bright green numbers on top of the oven. “It’s already 3 am.”

You down a glass of water. “They’re open 24 hours for a hungry witch and her cow chef. Come on, let’s go get some more feed for you. All that sugar can’t possibly be sustainable.”

Pick a different room: > Go to the closed bedroom. > Go to the open bedroom. > Go to the balcony. > Go to the hallway. > Go to the bathroom. > Go to the living room.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #the witching hour

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cpd5021 · 5 years ago

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Unexpected Chapter 2

Part Two coming at ya! Let me know what you think!

Hailey made it through the rest of her shift without incident, it really must have been something she ate because it came on so suddenly and went away just as fast. Still though, at the end of the day, Hailey felt exhausted so she passed on the invite to join everyone at Molly’s. Jay offered to cancel his plans with Will and take her home, but Hailey declined knowing she would be fine. Vanessa was going to have an early morning at work so she also passed on Molly’s and the two rode home together. Hailey sent Jay a text, letting him know they were home and that she was going to shower and pass out, ignoring the smirk on her room mates face when she noticed who she was texting.

“Jay checking up on you? Doesn’t trust me to watch over his precious cargo?” Vanessa waggled her eyebrows mischievously.

“Shut up.” Hailey told the younger woman, but couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. They hadn’t told anyone about their new relationship, but Vanessa lived with Hailey and it didn’t take a genius to put two and two together. Hailey and Jay spent most of their time off together and it was usually at Hailey’s place. Vanessa had come home to them multiple times, drunk and laughing hysterically in the kitchen or curled up on the couch together having fallen asleep watching one of their shows. To her credit, Vanessa didn’t push Hailey on the subject and kept her mouth shut at work. Although the occasional teasing did occur.

“I’m gonna shower and head to bed.” Hailey announced after setting all her stuff down on the counter.

“Still not feeling so hot?” Vanessa asked, giving her a sympathetic look.

“I feel fine, just tired. I think I had some funky Thai food the night before and that must have done it this morning.” Hailey grimaced at the memory of not only being sick, but doing so in front of all her colleagues.

“Okay, good night.” Vanessa gave her a smile before bouncing into the living room to enjoy complete control over the TV. Hailey chuckled to herself at the sight. Vanessa had lived with her for a while now but still seemed to tip toe around the house when Hailey was here, despite the multiple times Hailey had told her it was just as much her home.

Hailey made her way upstairs, enjoying a long hot shower before climbing into bed. She scrolled through her phone for a few minutes to wind down, smiling when Jay sent her a good night message. She replied quickly and then turned to curl into her pillow, falling fast asleep.

*****

Morning came and with it Hailey found herself clinging to her toilet bowl, once again forcefully emptying the contents of her stomach. Once the waves of nausea passed, Hailey slumped back to lean against her tub, the cool surface feeling amazing on her sweaty skin. She groaned, reaching up to flush the toilet and pulling herself into a standing position. She went to the sink, rinsing her mouth out and taking a good look at herself in the mirror. She didn’t look sick. And just as yesterday’s sudden illness, it was gone as fast as it had come on. Hailey wanted to jump in the shower, figuring she might as well get ready for the day, but her towel and clothes were still in her bedroom. Rubbing her still watery eyes, she padded to the bathroom door, pulling it open and jumping when she ran smack into Vanessa.

“Hey!” Hailey exclaimed, voice scratchy.

“Hey, you okay?” Vanessa's face covered in concern.

“I’m great...” Hailey tried to be convincing but knew her hoarse voice and red eyes were a dead give away.

“Were you sick again?” Vanessa peaked around her as if she would find evidence to support her question.

“No...I just..uh...yea.” Hailey faltered, knowing she had been busted. She gave the other woman a sheepish smile and searched for a way to escape this awkward situation.

“Two mornings in a row huh?” Vanessa’s voice came out oddly bubbly, considering the situation. And her question, coupled with the way she wiggled her eyebrows had Hailey feeling totally thrown off.

“Um...yea?” Hailey wasn’t sure where her room mate was going with this and she wasn’t sure she wanted to find out. “I’ll let you shower, I’m going to go get ready...in my room.” Hailey nodded her head towards her bedroom door before sidestepping Vanessa and heading down the hall. Once in her room, Hailey shut her door and then leaned back against it, still feeling very puzzled by Vanessa’s sudden change in demeanor and the look as if she had figured something out that Hailey hadn’t yet. Deciding it was best to let whatever it was go, Hailey made her bed and pulled her clothes out for the day. Once she heard the water shut off, she gave it a few minutes for Vanessa to be back in her room before she went and took her own shower. The two met downstairs, grabbed some coffee and headed out the door to work.

*******

Hailey couldn’t help but feel thrown off by the awkward encounter with Vanessa this morning and the other girls constant looks all afternoon weren’t helping. It was an unusually slow day in Intelligence, so everyone was littered around the bullpen, each working on catching up their own files. Jay had met Hailey in the break room at one point, wondering how she was feeling after yesterday and just stealing a quick moment to themselves. Hailey decided it was best to leave out her being sick again this morning, she was sure it was nothing. Maybe a stomach bug. A few hours later, Jay asked her if she wanted to grab lunch and Hailey jumped at the opportunity to get away from Vanessa’s watchful eye. Settling into Jay’s truck, she watched as he climbed into his seat, glancing around the lot before giving her a quick kiss.

“I’ve wanted to do that all morning.” He told her with a grin.

“I know the feeling.” She returned his smile and watched as he pulled them out of the lot.

“What are you feeling?” Jay’s voice broke through her apparent daydreaming.

“Huh?” She asked, shaking the daze away.

““Food? What sounds good?” Jay gave her a quizzical look but didn’t push it.

“Oh, um...whatever?” She was starving but also not hungry at the same time. And was confused as to how that could be.

“How about Lou’s?” Hailey nodded at his suggestion for their favorite diner, ignoring the slight twist she felt her stomach do.

They made their way to the tiny restaurant, sandwiched between to office buildings and braved the now rainy weather to hurry inside. Jay waived the offer for a menu away, already knowing he was going to get his usual. Hailey wasn’t sure her usual order of two Greek Gyros was going to be the best option but went ahead with her order anyway. When the food arrived, the strong smell of grease and garlic assaulted her nose, causing her to swallow hard. She played with the straw sitting in her glass of water as she tried to fight away the nauseous feeling quickly overwhelming her.

“You okay?” Jay asked, sounding concerned. She glanced over at him and the sight of him taking a huge bite of his burger nearly drove her over the edge.

“Yep.” She said, emphasizing the ‘p’ with a pop.

“Are you sure?” Jay pressed, setting his sandwich down and wiping his hands with a napkin, his eyes never leaving hers.

All Hailey could do was give him a nod in response, afraid if she opened her mouth it would all go downhill rapidly. She knew Jay didn’t believe her, she could only imagine what she looked like right now as she could feel the color draining from her face. Her stomached churned again and she knew she couldn’t ignore it any longer. Quickly standing from their booth, Hailey all but sprinted to the bathroom, hearing Jay call out behind her. When she exited the bathroom a few minutes later, Jay was standing outside the door, feigning off the odd looks from the other women coming and going from the rest room. She tried to give him a smile, hoping that would be enough to convince him she was fine, but naturally it didn’t work.

“Hailey?” Jay gently grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks.

“I’m fine Jay...” Hailey placed her hand over his, giving it a light squeeze before sliding it off her arm.

She made her way back to their booth, Jay right behind her, and avoided his face as she devoured the food in front of her. Once they were both done with the meal, they sat in a semi uncomfortable silence.

“You’re sick.” Jay stated after a few moments.

“I’m fine. Probably just a stomach bug or lingering food poisoning.” Hailey’s smile faltered when Jay just continued to stare at her.

“Take the rest of the day off, I’ll tell Voight.” Jay said, reaching for his phone.

“No Jay, I’m fine.” Hailey reached across the table, her hands finding his and stopping his movement. They didn’t normally get close in public, afraid someone might spot them and rat them out before they were ready, but Hailey let her hands linger on his for a moment, enjoying his warmth. Jay gave her another look, trying to decide if he should push her or not. The waitress brought the bill then, interrupting their stare down. Hailey seized the moment and stood from the booth, tossing some bills down for a tip before heading out to the truck. Jay was right behind her, quickly climbing in but clearly in no hurry to start the vehicle.

“You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?” His voice was quiet, unsure.

“Yes Jay, promise. I’m fine.” Hailey leaned over, planting a kiss on his cheek. It was enough to content him for now. Jay started the truck and they headed back to the precinct.

*******

The end of their shift had finally come and Hailey was sitting perched on the bench in the locker room, working at a knot that had somehow formed in her sneaker laces. She glanced up when she heard laughter fill the room and watched as Kim and Vanessa stumbled in, still giggling over something.

“Hey!” Kim exclaimed, moving to stand in front of her locker and quickly undoing her button up. “You meeting us at Molly’s tonight?”

“Nah, I’m pretty tired tonight. Sorry.” She gave Kim a pout as the other woman pulled a more comfortable shirt over her head. Hailey finally got the knot undone and that small task had drained her. She let her feet fall on either side of her, straddling the bench. Vanessa sat in front of her on, sliding her own boots off.

“Okay, no worries.” Kim gave them both a smile and headed for the door. Once they heard it shut, Vanessa turned to look at Hailey.

“You’re still sick?” She asked, glancing her up and down.

“No. I’m just tired.” Hailey gave a small smile.

“Mmhmm.” Vanessa nodded with a grin on her face, looking at Hailey in a side ways glance.

“What?” Hailey asked, her voice coming out a little harsher than intended.

“Hailey,” Vanessa tread lightly, not wanting to push her friend. “You and Jay...” She trailed off, looking around to make sure the room was empty. Hailey raised her eyebrows in question.

“Well you’re...together?” Her words were almost a whisper.

“Um...” Hailey balked slightly at the directness of the younger officer.

“Look, I’m not stupid.” Vanessa grinned at her. “Something has definitely changed with you two. You’re both way happier, plus....you had a hickey on your neck a few weeks ago after you spent the night at his house.”

Hailey’s face burned red with embarrassment. She clearly remembered the mark, having only noticed it after she got to work and being busted by Vanessa when she was trying to cover it up. The other woman hadn’t pushed for details then but obviously it wasn’t something she had forgotten.

“So you’re together...together?” Vanessa emphasized the word, letting Hailey know exactly what kind of together she meant.

“We um.....once...twice?” Hailey trailed off, they still couldn’t recall whether they had made love the night before or if their morning romp was the first time. “We’re taking it slow...figuring things out.” And that wasn’t a lie. They had only had sex the one time, deciding to move slowly and cautiously while they learned how to make this work from all aspects.

“And that was a month ago? With the hickey?” Vanessa pushed, sending her a wink as she finished the question.

“Yea?” Hailey’s own response came out as a question, confused where this was going.

“And now....” Vanessa spoke slowly as if she was talking to a child. “You’ve been sick in the morning...and exhausted at night?”

“What does this have to do with Jay and I?” Hailey gave her a puzzled look, trying to catch up to wherever the other girl was at.

“Hailey,” Vanessa laughed quietly. “Sickness? In the morning? Like morning sickness?”

“Well and the afternoon, today when Jay and I got lunch....” Hailey shuddered at the thought. “I’m still lost here Ness.”

“Hails,” Vanessa laughed again before turning her body to straddle the bench like Hailey, their knees touching. “Could you be pregnant?”

The words hit Hailey like a bucket of ice, her body freezing while her brain caught up. No way, there was absolutely no way she could be. They had only been together the one time, okay maybe twice...but she wasn’t even late. Was she? Hailey admittedly wasn’t the best when it came to keeping track of her cycle. “No...” She shook her head, eyes glazing over as she continued to work through the shock.

“Just a thought..” Vanessa shrugged her shoulders, sending her a smirk before standing and grabbing her coat from her locker.

Hailey didn’t get the chance to respond or recover, before the locker room door swung open and Adam and Jay walked in. Immediately Jay’s eyes found hers, his face transforming into panic as her took in her current state. He was able to mask the look right as she was able to shake off her gaze, they both recouped enough to not draw attention from Adam. Vanessa turned to give the boys a smile, twisting to give Hailey a reassuring look, before exiting the locker room. Adam, in all his oblivious glory, carried on loudly about something and laughing at his own joke, paid no attention to the fact the other two people in the room were somewhere else entirely. He repeated his question of whether they were headed to Molly’s twice before he got a response from Jay. Hailey, in a panic, stood and excused herself from the room, not wanting to be left alone to face Jay before she could process the possibility of what Vanessa had suggested. She told him she would text him later, glancing quickly over her shoulder before bailing from the room.

#chicago pd #chicago pd fanfiction #halstead and upton #jay halstead #hailey upton #halstead #jay x hailey #upstead #upton

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boydgearloose · 5 years ago

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maybe 20 or 30 with fenro?

20. “Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken.”

Fenton walked over to where the inventor sat at his desk, nervously wringing his hands. He knew the other was hard at work, for he had been ever since the duck arrived to his job that morning. And the day before. And the day before yesterday. In fact, that was actually the reason why he was approaching Gyro.

When he’d gone a few beats standing directly behind the other without being acknowledged, Fenton gave a sharp cough. The pencil in Gyro’s hand slipped onto the desk with a gentle thud. Fenton tensed up but tried not to show it. What was the worst that could happen?

Finally, Gyro slowly turned around. Worry coursed through Fenton upon seeing his expression, one that appeared much too weary to be angry. The bags underneath his eyes were even more defined than usual, and his beak sagged into a limp frown. Sure, Gyro was often exhausted but not to this extent. It was obvious that he hadn’t had sleep or who knows what other basic needs in a very long time.

“What do you want, Cabrera?” he spoke after a few seconds of staring at his intern, voice just as dull as he looked.

Coughing into his elbow nervously, Fenton decided to waste no time and cut to the chase of why he was there. He slowly revealed a paper bag he’d been holding behind him, tan with a few small grease stains at the bottom signalling what was inside.

“Sorry to disturb you, Dr. Gearloose,” he began, voice cracking a little, “but I got you lunch.”

Gyro didn’t reply. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to the side. “What was that?”

Fenton tried to speak up. “I brought you lunch.” He rubbed at his arm. “I uh, noticed you’d been working awfully hard, and you didn’t take a lunch break. So I got something for you.”

The inventor adjusted his glasses and looked down to the paper bag in Fenton’s hand. He hummed. “What is it?”

Relief starting to build up inside of him upon the thought that Gyro might actually accept his offer, Fenton allowed himself to relax slightly. “A cheeseburger from Hamburger Hippo! I wasn’t entirely sure how you like it, so I got everything on it except for mustard and mayonnaise, but I got packets for you to apply yourself if you do want them!” He beamed, holding out the sack even further and waiting for it to be removed from his hands.

But it wasn’t. Instead, Gyro continued studying it for a moment longer. Fenton’s heart began to sink.

Then, Gyro spoke again. “And did I ask for it?”

Fenton felt his body go cold with shock, and his features tensed once more when he recognized where this was going. “Well, n-no. But you really need it.”

Gyro raised an eyebrow. “I...need it?”

Walking on eggshells, the duck tried to keep his composure. “Yes, Dr. Gearloose! You do. You’ve been working on those blueprints for well over 24 hours. Have you even taken a break?”

“I slept for about an hour this morning,” Gyro responded. “And I had a small snack earlier. That’s enough for me. I’m busy.” He turned back around, picking up the pencil once more and resuming his work.

Dumbfounded and frozen, Fenton didn’t know what to do. Or rather he knew what he wanted to do but wasn’t sure if he was impulsive enough to do it. That was until Gyro spoke again.

“You can go now, intern.”

Somehow, that was what tipped him over the edge.

“No.”

There was a small pause, as if Gyro didn’t quiet register what was said. He did, however, suddenly stop the movement of the pencil in his hand and stared blankly ahead.

“What did you say?”

Gulping and half-regretting what he’d gotten himself into, Fenton stood his ground and continued. “I said no! Look, Gy- I mean, Dr. Gearloose, you need to start looking after yourself. You’ve been cooped up in the lab for days at this point. Mr. McDuck will understand if you need a break, I promise. Just take the food and-”

“But I didn’t ask for you to get me anything!” Gyro retorted, raising his voice and finally turning around. Fenton could see the annoyance clear in his eyes, and it made his heart lurch. “Why do you keep doing these things for me when I don’t ask for you to do them? You’re supposed to do what I say, not go off all willy-nilly trying to please me!”

Stung by his words, Fenton’s expression hardened. “I’m trying to be nice to you! Haven’t you ever heard of a kind gesture?”

“Of course I have, but I don’t want one,” Gyro spat, looking to the side. “What I want is for you to stop doting on me like I’m some sort of child! Do you think I’m incapable of taking care of myself?”

Feeling bold, Fenton went with the choice of words he knew he’d regret. “It sure does seem like you are sometimes.”

Clearly not expecting that answer, Gyro went quiet. His infuriated expression ebbed away to something harder to read, and his shoulders relaxed but not in relief. Giving a morose sigh, the inventor turned back toward his work instead of continuing to argue.

“Don’t try to fix me, Cabrera,” he said in almost a whisper. Before going back to his work and refusing to face Fenton, he uttered one last thing almost to himself. “I’m not broken.”

With a heavy heart, the intern heaved a sigh and walked down the stairs, clutching the paper bag in his hand. He made his way to the break room where he sat it down inside the fridge, leaving it there for Gyro or whoever else wanted it. Fenton would have eaten it himself, but he wasn’t hungry.

#ducktales #gyro gearloose #fenton crackshell-cabrera #fenro #my writing #ok this isn't super romantic at all but hopefully it's okay!#i'm a bit rusty at fenton so forgive me fkjsdhgs #but i've been DYING to write these two so i'm glad i got this prompt!#dappermusician-main

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joestarburgerdeluxe · 4 years ago

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If you are still able/ willing would you be able to do vore/hunger head canons for the zeppeli boys?

I’ll try my best!

Will :

V/ore - He’s a very teasing type of pred. I feel as though he discovered v/ore on accident. It wouldn’t surprise me if he had accidentally swallowed a tiny once and realized that the feeling was actually pretty nice. He tries to make the experience as comfortable as possible for the tiny , often using hamon to make his tummy more comfortable for them.

I wouldn’t say that he goes out of his way to eat tinies , but at times he does crave them.

Hunger -

His appetite is fairly decent.

He doesn’t see the need to eat more then necessary.

His belly isn’t particularly loud when he’s hungry but he does get a little moody when he needs to eat :’)

Caesar :

V/ore -

He’s an unwilling pred ... to an extent.

It’s very situational for Caesar , he finds v/ore to be a bit strange but he’s willing to give it a try even if he doesn’t really see the appeal of it.

He doesn’t particular enjoy the feeling of a tiny going down his throat - he finds it strange because to him it feels like he’s swallowed a bug. The squirming sensation freaks him out just a little bit :’)

He would definitely do this as a way to keep someone safe even if he is a bit reluctant about it.

Hunger -

He isn’t really a big eater , at least that’s what he likes to tell people.

Using hamon takes a lot of energy and he isn’t able to control it as well as his grandfather was so this often results in him feeling as though he needs to eat rather often

It’s pretty embarrassing ( and Joseph teases him about it) but his belly can get pretty loud when he’s hungry

He tries not to stoop to Joseph’s level, but he can really push himself to eat more than usual if Joseph manages to pull him into an eating contest.

Gyro:

V/ore-

At first he found it to be...strange, but then found it to be exciting

He especially likes unsuspecting prey and he likes it more when they’re hiding in his food because he likes that surprise when there’s suddenly someone squirming in his mouth and down his throat tbh

He’s a very teasing pred he’s the type to definitely play with his prey first making sure to lick them and tease them about where they’re going to end up

He likes to use v/ore as a threat, it’s honestly quite pleasurable for him

Hunger-

Gyro’s got a big appetite honestly

He likes that feeling of feeling so full that he can’t move , even though he tries not to get to that point often

His stomach can get quite loud when he’s hungry ( He often scares Valkyrie with the volume of his hungry stomach)

He’s the kind of person that usually ends up eating people’s leftovers like he’ll have his own food plus whatever the person he’s eating with didn’t finish tbh

He doesn’t care about hiding his appetite either , he’s definitely not shy about it

#Anonymous #v/ore suggestion #hunger suggestion #Washu Suggestion #v/ore

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pilyarquitect · 5 years ago

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Hamilton – Ducktales style Chapter 2 – Immediately or long play game?

Gyro and Fenton entered into the bar without being noticed at first, once there, the two arrived man saw immediately three interesting people. Fenton couldn’t stand to listen what those men were telling to each other.

The first person who talked was someone called Launchpad McQuack, an abolitionist who dreamed to end slavery and creates the first black battalion, very noble thought in Fenton’s opinion, next to Launchpad, there was Gladstone Gander, a Frenchman who wished to take down the monarchy in his own country, as well as help the American colonies shake off England. And the last but not the less important guy was someone called Donald Duck, Donald was a tailor who was sick of his position and wished to advance socially using the revolution.

Very noble dreams, thought Fenton, still standing next to Gyro. Suddenly, Launchpad saw Gyro and pointing at him, he said:

“Well, if it ain’t the prodigy of Princeton college!”

And then Donald exclaimed:

“Gyro Gearloose!”

“Give us a verse, drop some knowledge!” said Launchpad with a giant smile in his beak. Gyro looked at the three of them with narrowed eyes and he said then:

“Good luck with that: you’re takin’ a stand. You spit. I’m ‘a sit. We’ll see where we land”

“Boooo!” screamed Gladstone and Donald at the same time.

Launchpad shocked his head and sounding a little annoyed he said:

“Gearloose, the revolution’s imminent. What do you stall for?”

Fenton decided that it was a good moment to join the dialogue. Something that he did saying:

“If you stand for nothing, Gearloose, what’ll you fall for?”

Donald, Gladstone and Launchpad turned around and saw the arrived duck, and with confused voice, the three of them asked at the same time:

“Who are you?”

Fenton himself to the three new people he met, and he also explained to them his dream, his history, how he’s nothing, but he’s a brain and an unconsumable fire inside him that keeps him fighting. He told to these new people that he was determinate to make America be a colony that runs independently from Britain, Fenton showed his repulse against King Flintheart Glomgold and how he wanted that there was a revolution to get free of his chains.

Launchpad, Gladstone and Donald were greatly surprised with Fenton while the young duck continued explaining his dreams and aspirations:

“Don’t be shocked when your hist’ry book mentions me. I will lay down my life if it sets us free. Eventually, you’ll see my ascendancy, And I am not throwing away my shot. I am not throwing away my shot. Hey yo, I’m just like my country, I’m young, scrappy and hungry and I’m not throwing away my shot.”

Gladstone, Donald and Launchpad soon felt infected with Fenton’s enthusiasm, the four started to talk loud and loudly, totally careless about what would mean for them do that, all of them speaking about their dreams and how the revolution was the only way to fulfill them. they were sure that they’d be successful, and this only made them scream more than before. Their voices became so noisy that Gyro approached to them and with a little of alarm in his voice, he said to them:

“Geniuses, lower your voices. You keep out of trouble and you double your choices. I’m with you, but the situation is fraught. You’ve got to be carefully taught: If you talk, you’re gonna get shot!”

Fenton couldn’t believe that, how could Gyro be so careful? Didn’t he want to be free from the oppressive hands of king Glomgold? Why couldn’t he see that they’d to act now? Looking at the chicken, the recently arrived duck approached to him and pointing his new friends, he said:

“Gearloose, check what we got. Mister Gladstone, hard rock like Lancelot, I think your pants look hot, Launchpad, I like you a lot. Let’s hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin’ the pot... What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot, poppin’ a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not, a bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists? Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is!”

Once again, all the presents looked at Fenton with surprised faces. The Young duck realized about that and feeling a little guilty, he admitted:

“Oh, am I talkin’ too loud? Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth. I never had a group of friends before, I promise that I’ll make y’all proud”

Launchpad laughed noisy and he exclaimed:

“Let’s get this guy in front of a crowd”

All of them, except Gyro, shouted and cheered at Launchpad words. The four new friends continued singing and laughing all together. But, even that, even being absolutely happy for being found those amazing friends that shared their dreams, Fenton was also thinking for himself:

“I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory When’s it gonna get me? In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me? If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be? Is it like a beat without a melody? See, I never thought I’d live past twenty. Where I come from some get half as many. Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask, we have to make this moment last, that’s plenty.”

He was really concerned that they not only need to think on the revolution, there were other things that needed to be considered, and this is how he explained that to the others:

“Scratch that, this is not a moment, it’s the movement where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went? Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand, we roll like Moses, claimin’ our promised land. And? If we win our independence? ‘Zat a guarantee of freedom for our descendants? Or will the blood we shed begin an endless cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants? I know the action in the street is excitin’, but Jesus, between all the bleedin’ ‘n fightin’ I’ve been readin’ ‘n writin’. We need to handle our financial situation. Are we a nation of states? What’s the state of our nation? I’m past patiently waitin’. I’m passionately smashin’ every expectation, every action’s an act of creation! I’m laughin’ in the face of casualties and sorrow, for the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow”

Gladstone, Launchpad and Donald couldn’t say that Fenton wasn’t right, as a new nation that they pretended to be, they needed to think in their future. For that reason, Fenton’s words just made the three of them admire him more than before. The three of them were absolutely sure that Fenton would do amazing things and get his name in the story, all of them felt that he was a smart and a young man that had all his life and youth to fulfill his dreams and hopes.

The only one who seemed to not being enjoying this grateful time together, was Gyro who just sit apart looking how noisy the others were. The chicken looked his ‘new’ friend and while he heard his plans and ideas to get the revolution to a next level, he could just think if his friendship with him would be a good or a bad thing. In the short time he knew him, Fenton’d proved to be something that could be the best ally you’d have or the worst enemy you’d face in your live.

One thing was sure for Gyro, it’d be a good thing to keep an eye on Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera. Gyro sighed, slowly, the four young man seemed to calm.

Finally! The last thing that Gyro wanted was to have an unwanted attention on them before they could… do a movement for their land. As less as they talk, more difficult would be for their enemies to find out that they were… preparing something.

A couple hours later that Fenton and him got to this bar, gyro decided to leave. So standing up, he approached to the other four young man and said:

“Gentlemen, in spite of I’m enjoying this nice evening (obviously not), it’s time for me to leave, I suggest to you to do the same”

The other four guys faced soon became serious, like if they couldn’t believe that Gyro was thinking on leave. They seemed to be asking why? Standing up, Launchpad was the first who talked, saying:

“Oh, come on, Gearloose! Leaving so soon? You’re a totally party crasher!”

Gyro arched an eyebrow and with a mix of surprised and a little annoyed voice, he asked:

“Since when this is a party?”

Donald circled Fenton with his arm around his shoulders and obviously talking about him, he answered Gearloose question saying:

“Since you dear friend came here with this amazing guy”

Gyro looked at Fenton, who was looking at him too with a big smile in his beak. Seriously, what did the others saw in this guy? It was obvious that he was smarter and above all quieter than him. Such an excited character like Fenton's would only make him killed. In one word, Gyro was a hundred times better than Fenton.

The chicken sighed and talking with bored voice, he said to the others:

“I wouldn’t say he’s amazing, jus a young, excitable and unconscious duck”

The other four presents looked each other and they started to… laugh? Oh come on! What was wrong with them. Gladstone stood up and putting a hand on his shoulder, he said to the chicken:

“Oh Gyro you’re really fun when you say those things”

“Really? I wasn’t wanting that” answered Gearloose arching an eyebrow again.

Being the only one who didn’t talk yet, Fenton decided to say something in that moment, and what he said was:

“Please Gyro, do not leave yet, everything will be better if you stay here”

With longing eyes, Donald said then:

“Fenton’s right Gearloose, we admire your knowledge”

Gyro looked at him, but then, closing his eyes, the chicken sighed one last time and after that, he said:

“I appreciate your desire for me being here, but even being a successful man who graduate in two, a chicken still needs his rest. Also, I’ve other important things to do”

“More important than revolution?” asked Gladstone sitting again with the others.

Gyro looked at him and shrugging, he answered:

“Maybe, who knows?”

Just after say that, the chicken didn’t wait for another answer, he turned around and left the place. Gyro wouldn’t say that he was against the revolution, he obviously wasn’t, the matter was that those four young guys wanted to go extremely fast, a thing like this, where you’re risking your own life, has to be very well planned, if you don’t, you’d lose more than your life, you’d lose the chance to be free in the future, without talking about the retaliation that king Glomgold would take against the ones who dared to raise against him.

A revolution like this had to be very well planned or the consequences would be terrible. And another important thing entered here…

Money.

Without money you couldn’t do anything, it was well known that any movement, revolution, a conquer or whatever, needed financing, and this wasn’t easy to get. Fortunately, Gyro had some… contacts that would be useful. He knew that the Schuyler sisters, Daisy, Gandra and Webby, daughters of Duckworth Schuyler, without their father knowing that, loved to go to the downtown zone of New York just to see the guys at work.

In Gyro’s opinion, if he could earn one of the Schuyler sisters’ heart, he’d have solved his money issues, and he’d be a step close to make the revolution and more important, be able to win it.

Also, another thing that Gearloose knew he’d to do, was to put all his person under Scrooge McDuck service. The chicken was sure that this great and amazing duck who had his reputation justly earned.

So, in conclusion, in Gyro’s opinion, to be successful, he’d to be careful and sure about every movement he was about to make.

This was a long play game.

Hey there, I’m sorry it took so long to update a new chapter, I’m so sorry, my live become really busy, and I can’t barely find time to write anything. I hope you liked this chapter, as you can see, I’m basing the story on the musical but I’m filling in the spaces between the scenes.

I also love to imagine what are every character thinking in every moment, this helps me to figure out better how the scene works.

And the last point, I hope that you liked who I chose to be Mulligan, Lafayette and Laurens. And also, who I chose to be the father of the Schuyler sisters. The three sisters were in the list of the person who asked me to write this, I didn’t choose the three of them.

Okay I think I’ve said everything I wanted to say, just add that in the next chapter, more characters will appear. I really hope that this next chapter will arrive sooner that this one, but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do that.

See you in the next chapter!

#ducktales2017 #hamilton #Fenton Crackshell Cabrera #Gyro Gearloose #donald duck #launchpad mcquack #gladstone gander #fanfiction #english multichapter fanfic #sorry for my mistakes

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superwolfiestar · 6 years ago

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Across Another Dimension Ch. 49

It was a normal beautiful sunset afternoon, the people are driving, walking, laughing, and going to stores and stores. The children are playing in the wonderful playground in the park. The criminals are running the way from police.

It was a regular day in the city of Duckburg, nothing had gone wrong. Everything is normal, no evil, no monster, and nothing. Until…..

*BOOOOM!*

All of a sudden, meteor cannonballs were shot from an airship, knocking down one of the buildings in the city, catching the citizens by surprise!

Soon, more and more airships arrived, still shooting more meteor cannonballs at the city from the portal that’s right above the mansion. Then, the evil minions jump off the airship and began chasing the citizens. Everyone began to panic and did their best to dodge the meteors as they ran away from the attacker. Some were forced to get out of their home while other where dragging out of the building. They gather all of everyone to the center of the city.

The main airship stops right in front of the citizens, and the King and his son stand at its deck.

"Attention everyone of this dimension!" The King starts to speak to the people. "You courtly invited to the wonderful wedding of the year." A sinister laugh arose from the king. The people gasped at this, terrified.

“I cannot wait to get married the love of my life.”

Meanwhile back in the Mushroom Kingdom, the gang need to plan to get the portal machine. They were now sneaking up on the edge of tree, hiding behind a tree and bushes and saw two Beagles guarding the machine.

"The beagles..." Jose whimpered. "I hate them..." he then whispered to the other Jose. "So, what's your plan for getting' past those two?"

"Live bait." Panchito whispered back.

"Good idea," Jose smiled before realizing. "Hey..."

"Come on, Jose, you and the others Panchito have to create a diversion." Jose whispered.

"What do you want me to do?" Jose replied incredulously. "Dress up in drag and do the hula?"

Everyone smirked as if that's what they all had in mind.

"Oh, this is going to be very entertaining." Dewey smirked.

The guards were protecting the machine and then, hear the drum beating, they turn their head to see where that drum coming. they saw a green parrot dress in the hula costume.

Jose:

Luau.

If you're hungry for a hunk of fat and juicy meat

Eat my buddy here because he is a treat!

Panchito hid his eyes with both his hands. He looked at his embarrassed green Brazil’s parrot and to himself back and forth.

Jose:

Come on down and dine

On this tasty swine

All you have to do is get in line

Are ya achin'?

Panchito popped his head up.

Panchito:

Yup yup yup!

Jose:

For some bacon?

Panchito

Yup yup yup!

Jose:

He's a big pig!

Panchito:

Yup yup yup!

Jose

You can be a big pig too!

OY! Jose's cheeks turned slightly pink. Then, they started to run away as the guards began chasing after them leaving their post.

The gang ran toward the machine, Professor Gyro turn off the machine and the portal in the sky close.

“Well, the portal is gone but we still age to save Donald and the other Donald!” Scrooge exclaimed.

“Don’t worry, we will save them. But first, we need to take the portal somewhere else!” Professor Gyro told everyone as he ordered Storkules to carry the heavy machine and take it somewhere else so the guards won’t follow them.

“Quickly! We must hide inside the castle!”

Back in Duckburg, the people were pushing inside the chapel by force. Inside the chapel. The chapel was decorated with beautiful white roses, the people were seated in the seat.

Five guards are guards the chapel entrance to make sure no one will ever escape.

In the white airship. King Zeus and Doofus was getting ready for the wedding. His servants were helping adjusting the entire of the white suit, cleaning the dust off of it, and polishing his white shoes.

King Zeus fixed his big bow as he looked at the tall mirror. “Am I handsome or what?” He smirks.

Then, one of the servants rushed in the chamber with a frightened look on his face. “King Zeus, King Zeus!!!”

King Zeus let out annoying sigh as he turned to face him. “What is it?” He rowl.

“It’s the ducks!” He address the king. “They’re hysterical!!!”

“What!!!” Gasped the King.

In the boy bride chamber, a bunch of pretty objects were thrown at them, they were hit by them and ran out of the crazy sight.

*BONK!*

*SPLAT!*

*WHAP!*

Two ducks thrown whatever they could possibly find to hit at them.

“You’re highness! You must calm down!” One of the servants try to calm the situation. But was hit by a bottle of hairspray.

“We will NOT marrying a MANIACAL, FIEND, like KING ZEUS!!!” Boy Princess Donald reply.

“Fiend? Where?” The sound of the heartbroken voice came from the chamber entrance. Two duck know who that voice belongs too.

They turn to face to the King of Darkness.

“You!” Donald exclaimed, “I will simply will NOT marry you!” He barks at the King.

“Come now, my precious!” King Zeus smiled and took his hand, placing a kiss to the back of it as he looked straight to Donald, it. “You’ll learn to love me!”

Donald snapped his hand out as he wipes it. “Don’t touch me!!!”

Donald and Boy Princess Donald both look at them angrily. They will not married him. King Zeus groan at them. And hate that they are forced to wear a wedding dress.

Boy Princess Donald was wearing a wedding dress. The top was going straight across his chest with champagne lining on the top going around. There are white poofs on the side at the waist with champagne lining, champagne lining trim along above the hemline. A white ribbon wrap around his waist and make into a beautiful white bow.

On both of his arms was a long white opera gloves with champagne lining around on the top of the glove.

On his head was a tiara, it looks a lot like his original crown except the tiara one have oval shape on the top and it sparkly with glitter. A beautiful two tier of waltz timeless veil made of soft and sheer soft tulle with pearls shatter around and trimmed all around in ribbon edge.

And around his neck, was a white ribbon choker with glittering royal blue cabochon pendant meant to look like Boy Princess Donald’s pendant.

Donald was also wearing a wedding dress too. A sweetheart neckline bodice with attached champagne ribbon band (fully boned) is one piece with huge bow on the back while the tulle ivory Underskirt is a fully gathered six yards. There is a three-tiered layered tulle petticoat underneath supported by a five row crinoline (hoopskirt.)es. On his chest was a bodice jewel.

Just like the boy Princess, both of his arms was a long white opera gloves with champagne lining around on the top of the glove.

In his head was a crown, unlikely Boy Princess Donald wedding tiara, this crown is basically a same crown that Boy Princess Doanld wore on his head, except that this crown have beauty small sticker crystals and pearls around the crown and behind the crown is a beautiful one tier of wedding veil. This wedding veil is made of soft illusion tulle and has a raw cut straight bottom edge with rounded corners.

"I need a hypnotist…" All of the sudden, a tall black beagle dog dress in the blue wizard attire suddenly appears. "Did somebody say Hypnotist?" he said.

"Ah, Black Art Beagle." The King said to him.

"My dear lord." Black Art Beagle bow his head. King Zeus give him a creepy smile. "Do your thing, and I will pay you."

“Yes my lord, as you wish.” Black Art Beagle step forward to two boy brides as Donald stood in front of Boy Princess to protect whatever that magical guy is going to do. They look at the wizard as he waved his magic golden wand.

"ABRACADABRA!" A dusty flew into their as they feel strange as the magic hit him. Suddenly their eyes color change to green.

"King Zeus, my love. I worship the ground you walk on. I love you. From the bottom of my heart." said a Both hypnotic Donald and Boy Princess Donald as the King pay the Black Art Beagle with a golden coins.

"Excellent work! Now, my dear, the ceremony is about to start, shall we?" King Zeus snap his figure and suddenly in both of their hands was a beautiful bouquet.

In Boy Princess Donald hand was a beautiful small cascade wedding bouquet which is made of silk flowers: blue and Ivory rose buds, of white accent flowers and greenery. The handle is wrapped and decorated with ivory satin ribbon. A beautiful huge blue bow completes the design.

While in Donald hand was a beautiful small cascade wedding bouquet about the same size as Boy Princess Donald bouquet. A baby pink and cream/ivory brides teardrop bouquet is made with quality artificial roses, greenery, crystal stems and gypsophila. The handle is wrapped and decorated with ivory satin ribbon. A beautiful huge pink bow completes the design.

"We may," Both of them took his hand as they exited the room and head to the chapel where the ceremony is held at.

Back the Mushroom World, Professor Gyro try so hard to find their dimensional home.

“Come on, come on!!!” He groans.

“Well you hurry up!” Scrooge became inpatients already, they need to save them and stop King Zeus.

Panchito and Jose came back from running by the guards. “Well?” The red Mexican rooster ask.

“No luck.” Princess Della sigh.

Finally, the portal open to the ground of Scrooge McDuck.

“Great! Come on everyone! Let go crash that wedding!” The Super Caballeros jump in followed by everyone else expect Professor Gyro and his interns. The machine suddenly blow up as everyone managed to get inside.

“Good luck everyone!!!” Professor Gyro wished them the best of luck.

#ducktales 2017 #mariotales au #across another dimension #across another dimension fanfic #super caballeros #super cablleros fanfic #fanfic

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Jocelyn, Gone to Heaven

~~Around half a year after Ascension~~

“W-WOAH! Is this an earthquake?!”

“No, it’s not. I know what this is...”

Jocelyn was sitting there, alone in their realm. A calm island paradise, teeming with life and beauty-perfectly fitting for a godly being. They were simply minding their own business, thinking about all they had lost, and what they had gained. Godly power at the price of their friends, their family, the whole universe.

“Th-This feeling...!”

“I-I don’t know what’s going on, but I just broke out in a cold sweat!”

Suddenly, they feel a strange pang in their gut. Something is calling out to them-destiny, maybe? Some strange hidden desire, unfinished business, a universe calling out to them? It could have been any number of things. Slowly, they get up. “Huh...?”

“This pressure...it feels like it’s digging into my soul...”

“This pitch-black sensation!”

They form a portal, seeing that it looks different from normal. Rather than the usual red, it’s a dark purple, and sparking with strange energy. Seeing no other option, they enter it.

Inside, it’s a pure purple floor below and a clear night sky above. There are people there-9 people and one horse. They all look somewhat different, a little bit off, but there’s no way around it. These are the Joestars of an alternate dimension, ones that they would have to destroy. And after some time to mill over it, they knew exactly how.

But first, why not have a little fun? Ham it up a little, be dramatic. When you’re playing the role of the villain, it’s all part and parcel. Slowly, they approach their prey, like a hungry lion stalking a herd of gazelles.

“Joestars...there’s something I’ve noticed about you. You’re all very much like a set of dominos. As independent as you think you are, you rely on one another to survive, to even exist. If one of you goes down, the rest go with them. And unfortunately for you...I know exactly where the chain starts!”

The one at the front, the one in all black, shakes his head. “Good grief...I didn’t want to believe it, but I can’t deny what I’m seeing...DIO!!”

He wasn’t wrong. In his universe, Dio may have taken Jocelyn’s form and went through the motions, just as these people did, using their face. It didn’t bother them-the two of them, in the end, had wanted the same thing. For now, Jocelyn just grunts.

Then, the one on the horse cries out. “Here goes!” The horse neighs and charges towards them. “Act 4!” Some spinning bullets go straight towards Jocelyn, but they’re unfazed as they make their way towards the group. Viva appears and knocks the bullets away.

Next, the short blonde one makes his move. “Gold Experience Requiem!” He yells, summoning a strange looking Stand with dead eyes. Requiem and Vida lock fists, with the blonde shouting “You’ll never reach reality!”

Of course not, Jocelyn thought to themselves. I’m going to make a new reality. With this, Viva knocks Requiem away and they continue their advance.

“STAR PLATINUM!” The one with the hat yells, as his Stand appears. Before it can strike, Viva grabs its arm and throws it down. Jocelyn mouths a silent apology to “Star” as they reach the six who hadn’t tried anything, all tense.

“AAH! Jotaro and the others! They-They’ve been beaten!” The taller, scarred blonde yells.

“I’m not here to play games...I’m here to fulfill fate’s plan for all of us.” Jocelyn says, approaching the biggest, beefiest one of the bunch-Jonathan Joestar.

The englishman breaks out in a sweat. “Wh-What do you mean?” Instead of giving him an answer, Jocelyn simply smiles sweetly...and has Viva la Vida punch a hole straight through his stomach. There would be no coming back from this.

“Why you-!!” One wearing a scarf growls.

“Mr. Joestar! Keep her distracted while I go and heal him!” Another one, with his hair in a pompadour, says. The two of them begin their advance, only for the scarfed one to start to become transparent. “Wh-What the-?!”

“Like I said, you’re just like dominos. Knock down one and the rest come crashing down.” Jocelyn explains. “I’ve just killed your earliest ancestor, which means the rest of you...will cease to exist!”

There’s a stunned silence from the 7 Jojos, as if they had trouble comprehending what they had just done. “You Joestars are the reason the universe reset itself, and had things stayed the way they were, that cycle would have repeated forever. This is for the greater good, believe me!”

“Greater good, my ass! You’re gonna wish you were never-!” Before the scarfed one can finish, he completely vanishes in a green light.

“Mr. Joest-!” The pompadoured one gasps before he too vanishes.

“Giorno! Can’t you negate this from happening?!” The scarred man asks, watching the shorter blonde fade away.

“I wish I could, but Requiem doesn’t seem to affect her...she’s in a class all by herself.” Giorno says, before disappearing.

“N-No! You’re gonna pay for this, you-!” The girl screams, before vanishing mid-jump.

“Gyro...I’m sorry...” The jockey says quietly as both he and the stunned-to-silence sailor disappear.

Finally, Jotaro is the only one left. He seems to have accepted his fate, and he simply grabs onto the brim of his hat. “Good grief...” are naturally, his last words.

For a bit, Jocelyn is proud of the decimation they’ve caused, but then it dawns on them. Could it be that that Jotaro was the one they were living with?! That would have been terrible if it was! They summon three portals-one for the scarred man, one for the horse, and one for themselves. After the first two vanish, they jump into the last one, which takes them back to the realm. “Dad! DAD!!” They call out.

Sure enough, another ascended approaches, hearing their desperate cries. “I’m right here, Jocelyn. Something up?” He then notices the look of terror on their face turn into relief. “Uh...Jocelyn?”

“DAD!” They tackle him in a hug, starting to cry. Thank god he was still alive, they had no clue what they would do if he wasn’t.

This other ascended looks surprised at first, but then gives a small smile. “Good grief...what am I gonna do with you?”

#fire in her eyes (heaven ascension)

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EOD Drinks With Steven Grasse Founder of Quaker City Mercantile

In this episode of “End Of Day Drinks,” VinePair’s editorial team is joined by Steven Grasse, founder of Quaker City Mercantile — an independent advertising agency and distillery that specializes in strategy, marketing, design, and branding for the alcohol industry.

Grasse’s time working in the tobacco industry provided him with the knowledge and experience to launch two of the world’s most successful spirits brands: Hendrick’s Gin and Sailor Jerry Spiced Rum. Tune in to hear about Grasse’s extensive work rebranding some classic beer labels, as well as his latest venture, the experimental Tamworth Distilling.

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Tim McKirdy: Hey, everybody! This is Tim McKirdy, staff writer at VinePair, and welcome to the “EOD Drinks” podcast. Joining us for today’s episode, we have Steven Grasse, founder of Quaker City Mercantile and the brains behind some of the world’s leading spirits brands. Welcome Steve, and thanks for joining us.

Steven Grasse: Glad to be here.

T: As always, I’m pleased to also be joined by members of VinePair’s editorial team, including executive editor Joanna Sciarrino, senior editor Cat Wolinski, associate editor Katie Brown, and assistant editor Emma Cranston.

All: Hey, everyone. How’s it going?

T: Steve, your track record shows that if I were launching a spirit brand tomorrow, you’d be the guy that I come to take that brand viral and ultimately make it a huge hit. Your previous or ongoing hits include Sailor Jerry, one of the world’s most successful and best-known rum brands, and Hendrick’s Gin, the label that pretty much ushered in what we might call the ‘Gin-aissance’ and the huge popularity the category enjoys today. Before we discuss those stories, I’d love for you to tell us how you got involved in the booze business and explain exactly what Quaker City Mercantile is?

S: Sure. We’ve been in business for 31 years. Prior to 2008, we were Gyro Advertising, Gyro Worldwide, and we got our start in the tobacco business. For about 20 years. Gyro was the agency for Camel, Winston, Salem Kool, and American Spirit. We were pariahs in the advertising business. We never entered advertising award shows, so we used our excess money to create our own brands. One of those brands we created was Sailor Jerry. We created Sailor Jerry as a T-shirt company. One of the few clients we had besides R.J. Reynolds Tobacco was William Grant & Sons, and we worked with them on Glenfiddich and they came to us and said, “we’d like you to create a gin and a rum for our portfolio.” We came back to them with Hendrick’s for gin, and for rum, we came back with Sailor Jerry. I thought creating a rum brand called Sailor Jerry would help sell more T-shirts. It’s interesting because we were smart enough to own the rights to Sailor Jerry but Hendrick’s we did work for hire. We’ve been with Grants now for, I think, nearly 28 years. We’ve been with him ever since. Even after we sold Sailor Jerry in 2008 to Grants, we’ve remained with them doing all the marketing for both Sailor Jerry and Grants and almost every other brand that Grants have.

T: That’s so interesting as well because it’s only 2021. I think that we’re almost in an era where we completely have forgotten about the tobacco advertising industry. I imagine there were some crazy budgets and a lot of things that you learned during that experience and influenced your later work. Is that the case, or am I completely wide off the mark with that one?

S: Well, we always say that tobacco was like the marketing Marine Corps, because you couldn’t use any traditional marketing or advertising. You had to find ways to get your name out and do things in a very non-traditional sense. I think with the tobacco industry, it was like being a pirate in the sense of having crazy budgets for photo shoots, and half the stuff they would never use. It was a very interesting time. One of the reasons why we stopped working with R.J. Reynolds was towards the end, after we sold Sailor Jerry, tobacco had rightfully gone under FDA controls. And all those crazy “Mad Men” days, prior to FDA involvement, it just became a game, basically working for a pharmaceutical company.

T: You caught the tail end of the Don Draper days of tobacco.

S: It was also the other movie. “Thank You for Smoking” is very similar to that, too. It’s interesting. It was morally ambiguous to do work on this, but at the same time, we learned how to get brands or get the word out without any visible means of support by being in the tobacco industry. The other client we had besides Grants and R.J. Reynolds was Puma sneakers. We took them from being a $30 million, nothing brand up to the point where they sold to Gucci for $7.8 billion. They were a brand where we could do anything we wanted, but they had no money.

T: It was the opposite of the tobacco industry.

S: Yes. We had to find ways of creating excitement and drama for Puma without having the advantage that Nike had. Tons of television, an outlet.

T: I was just going to say it sounds like you have both ends of the experience there, almost the yin and yang of advertising. No money, but you can do whatever you want, and all the money in the world and you can do nothing. It’s a very formative experience for a professional.

S: We are the Harry Houdini of marketing, because we could escape out of anything to get anything done without having to ever do television or print.

T: That’s awesome. I want to talk not exclusively about Sailor Jerry and Hendrick’s. But for me as a drinker and someone who loves alcohol, from a branding standpoint, they seem like two very different concepts. I was wondering if you can give us an idea of the timeline and a bit more in-depth info on how both of them came about. It’s my understanding that Sailor Jerry was first. Is that correct? Also, how did you really grow that brand in the beginning?

S: No, they were created, literally presented, the same day.

T: Oh, on the same day. Wow.

S: We presented them both on the same day. I think it’s interesting when we first launched Sailor Jerry, it hit with a magnificent thud. It did nothing. Even to the point where Grants was going to kill it and hand it back to us and say “this brand isn’t doing anything.” However, what happened with Sailor Jerry was interesting. Pre-internet, we also had the clothing company, and we would have all these bands stopped by our store. We would load them up with cases of rum, and they would drive to the next city and spread the word. That was always a very early form of viral marketing or word-of-mouth marketing. What also happened with Sailor Jerry, which was really good timing, was Diageo was being formed at this time. When Diageo formed, Schieffelin & Somerset and Paddington forming together, there was suddenly a bunch of distributors that lost the distribution rights for Captain Morgan. Suddenly, all these distributors were hungry for a replacement, and Sailor Jerry happened to be there, ready to go. Usually, brands grow in New York City, San Francisco, the places where the influence is, but Sailor Jerry grew spontaneously out of Madison, Wis. It was our first big city where it exploded. Things don’t really explode in Madison, Wis., but it gained a foothold. Then, it spread through Minnesota, the Dakotas, all the Rust Belt areas. Even to this day, I think 98 percent of Sailor Jerry’s sales are off-premise. It’s a very different business model than the rest of Grant’s portfolio. That’s the story of Sailor Jerry. Do you want to hear more about Hendrick’s?

T: I think Joanna is going to jump in now with a question.

Joanna Sciarrino: I am going off with what you said about Sailor Jerry and how you presented both Sailor Jerry and Hendrick’s on the same day. They clearly had success with different markets. Was that your intention when you presented those brands?

S: No, I would say what’s interesting is, I don’t think there is any intention. I think the ideas were very strong. Hendrick’s launched first in the U.S. before it was in Europe. Again, it was met with mild success in the U.S., but where the brand took off was in the U.K. For brands to work, you need to find a champion within the organization who really takes it under their wing. With Sailor Jerry, for instance, when I said it took off out of Madison, Wis., that’s because there was a salesperson at a brand and a distributor in that region that really embraced the brand and took it over and said yes. That’s what happened with Hendrick’s in the U.K. At the time, there was a brand manager named June Hirsch, who really took Sailor Jerry under her wing in London and pioneered a lot in taking our brand world that we created and bringing it to life with these outrageous experiential events. The brand started taking over. The brand was created in the U.S. with Scottish provenance, but it became big in London and then came back to the U.S.

T: I think that’s incredible to note as well because it definitely feels within that time the gin category has really evolved. Can you recall what it was like back then and maybe even gin’s reputation? I feel Hendrick’s really played a role in making gin more accessible to people or changing the image where people previously had notions of it. Gin and tonics weren’t even that popular back then. Is that something you can remember?

S: Oh, yeah. Back then it was just Beefeater and Tanqueray. That’s all that was on the market. Hendrick’s, it’s interesting because obviously the liquid magic of Leslie Gracy, the master distiller for Grants, mixed with our naivete about what gin should be. I think Grants wasn’t in the gin business, so they were very open to it being something different. But when it hit the market, there was nothing else like it. It was totally unique.

T: Can you tell us as well — because I know you have a great story about how the idea for that brand was born and a specific trip to Scotland that you took yourself? I think that’s fascinating and also speaks to the kind of the work that you do in launching brands.

S: I was asked to go to Scotland with Sir Charles Gordon Brown, the owner of Grants, and he wanted me to come to see his gin palace. I’m thinking it’s going to be a palace, right? We fly to Dufftown, see the Glenfiddich Distillery. Then, I drove with him in a camper van through Scotland to Girvan. Girvan is an industrial town on the outskirts of Glasgow. We get there, and it’s the dead of night, I’m sick as a dog, right? He’s kept me up every night eating haggis.

T: That wasn’t making you feel better?

S: I’m like, “OK, so show me this gin palace.” It’s a little garage with these two ancient stills in it. So it’s not a palace at all. I guess it’s what they call it, where they make gin. With these two ancient stills, the Carter Head and the Bennet still over in the 1840s. I see it, and I instantly think of Jules Verne. This starts a whole stream of consciousness with Jules Verne equals Victorian apothecary, Victoriana. That then sends us on a stream of consciousness where I sent my assistant to go find antique poison bottles, because we knew that we wanted it to feel like it came from an apothecary shelf rather than being a spirit, based on the idea that it felt like a Jules Verne story. It’s how we create all of our brands. It’s inspiration, story, stream of consciousness that somehow all end up making sense in the end.

T: That Hendrick’s bottle is just very iconic and really does stand out on the shelf, and I’m sure even more so then than it does now.

S: We also create very intuitively. It’s informed intuition, meaning that I spend the majority of my day researching arcane information. I’m a total history nerd. All the ideas that we pull from come from me reading old books and things like that. For every client we work with, the ideas don’t come from trends. We don’t follow what’s going on in the market. We really create things based on this notion of history and informed intuition.

Katie Brown: Going back to what Tim mentioned earlier about how iconic the actual bottle itself is, especially for Hendrick’s. In your opinion, how important is design aesthetic for the actual bottles that you’re creating? You once said that you like to make things ugly on purpose. I’m curious as to what that means to you, and why is that? Do you still feel that way?

S: Oh, totally. We purposely don’t enter awards shows, because it influences the work you do. I think you end up creating things for your peers, rather than creating something that is authentic to the idea of the product. Again, something like Hendrick’s, the idea was when I thought of Jules Verne and Victorian apothecary. This is pre-internet, so doing research was a little more difficult. I also spent a lot of time in antique stores going through and finding old bottle forms and knowing what their intended use was. Also, when we created Hendrick’s, I didn’t know how gin was made. I asked Sir Charles, how do you do it? Well, there is this basket, and botanicals go in there. It really gives you this idea of, when you think about it, apothecaries. And the origin of spirits were therapeutic. It starts leading you down this stream of consciousness where it led us to Victorian poison bottles. The idea of the Hendrick’s bottle fits the idea of the brand. It becomes the epicenter, a nucleus from which the rest of the brands pours out. That’s always the key. The bottle needs to be the epitome of the brand idea. When I say it’s ugly on purpose, it needs to fit the overall concept of the brand. And to achieve that authenticity, it can’t be trendy. It can’t be of the moment. It needs to be of the period that it emanates out of, if that makes sense.

K: When you mention brand authenticity relating to the bottle itself, I’m so curious because Sailor Jerry is sourced from the Caribbean, right? But the bottle itself has a Hawaiian feel.

S: Yes.

K: What’s the story behind that? Do you still feel that that brand is authentic?

S: It’s authentic to itself, because the whole thing started as a clothing company. I always like to talk about bands, because I always market myself, my agency, and my brands as if they’re bands. I’m a big music freak, but if you think about it, I always like to bring up the example of Led Zeppelin. Their music is more or less Southern blues, but then they start singing about Tolkien, Gollum, and dragons. And somehow it all makes sense, it all works together. It’s this weird mash-up of different influences that create something totally unique. Sailor Jerry’s totally that, because Norman Collins was the godfather of American tattoo, tattooed the entire Pacific Fleet during World War II Hawaii. On top of that, we layer all of this punk and garage music. The whole thing doesn’t quite make any sense, but it totally does when we mash it up into something totally unique. It’s authentic to itself, and to its intent.

T: Some of the other work that you do, beyond creating brands, is also what you would describe as resurrecting brands or rebirthing them. Can you tell us about some of the work you’ve done there and what that looks like as well? Because you’re not starting from a blank canvas in that instance.

S: Our greatest example is Narragansett Beer. It’s funny, my client from Puma, Tony Bertone said, “you need to meet this guy, Mark Hellendrung, who’s trying to resurrect Narragansett.” We all met together in Boston, and in the course of a two-hour lunch at Legal Seafood, we mapped out the entire brand. The trick with resurrecting an old brand is you can’t make things too authentically “old” all the time. When I talk to my wife about history, I literally see her eyes glaze over, and she fades away. If I’m really interested in the book I’m reading, I know I can’t talk to her strictly about the book. I need to bring another element into it. With Narragansett, for instance, the lager can, which feels like it’s always been around, it’s actually a mash-up of two or three different areas of Narragansett classic packaging. We tend to take things from the past, mix them up, and it’s all authentic, but it’s still new at the same time. I think that we make history digestible for the average person in a way that intrigues them and brings them into it, as opposed to scaring them away.

T: Let’s talk about some of the other work that you’re doing now. You have another distillery project that is far, in some respects, from the mainstream. Some of the things that you’re doing there might not strike someone as something that’s going to be this incredible hit like a rum brand or a gin brand. Can you tell us about the work that you’re doing at Tamworth?

S: Yeah, so Tamworth, is it a business, or is it a performance art project? I mean, it’s profitable, so I think it’s a business. In Tamworth, what we wanted to do was — after we sold Sailor Jerrys — I wanted to not just be a guy who creates brands and then finds a distiller who has to make it for me. I wanted to actually own my own distillery and create things, meaningful things, from scratch. Tamworth is actually a larger experiment. The big idea in Tamworth is, can a small distillery revitalize a small rural community? Tamworth, N.H., is in Carroll County, N.H., which is I think one of the poorest counties in all of New Hampshire. Tamworth Village itself is very small, and they’ve always had a problem keeping young people staying in town. The first chance people would run away and go live in the city. In Tamworth, I think, we have 20 employees, and they’re all from the town of Tamworth or adjacent towns. We’ve also been able to work exclusively with local farmers to supply our grains and botanicals. We always say it’s a test kitchen for our bigger clients and projects. So up there, we’re really experimenting with how far we can take things with them. We’ve done things like Deerslayer, which is a venison-infused whiskey. We’ve been working with creating gins using wild hops and all sorts of interesting ingredients. We have a whiskey made of beaver castoreum, which is the anal gland of the beaver. We have a cordial made of black trumpet mushrooms and blueberries. Here at QCM, we have full-time historians who work with us, because we’ve learned a lot about the TTB rules. And there is something called the GRAS list. What’s interesting about spirits versus other categories, even beer, there are very few ingredients on the GRAS list. Our experimentation is limited by what the government says we can and can’t put in spirits. When we have a full-time historian on staff, if we can prove ethnic or historical usage of an ingredient, then we can lobby the TTB to allow us to use it as a flavor. There are all sorts of weird things that we do to try to see how far we can push where the realm of spirits can go.

T: I definitely think the venison-infused whiskey is not the average spirit that you come across on the market. You said you run a profit, so it’s a business. But ultimately, you also mentioned that it’s a think tank for your bigger projects. Is that the end goal, or is it a more creative outlet? What do you see as the end goal there?

S: Well, it’s interesting, because it seems weird to say we’re not driven by profits, because we are. There’s a much bigger component for us because we’re enjoying the ride, the story, and the ideas that we create. Creativity is why we do it. It makes money because we enjoy doing it. I guess I could build a giant rectifying plant in Tamworth and then source the liquid somewhere. But really, we’re having a lot of fun. What I think is amazing is, I really thank the Grant family for giving me this opportunity for 28 years of that stability. I think when we sold Sailor Jerry, it gave us the financial stability that we can do a project like Tamworth, and really enjoy where it’s taking us. There is a burden to make a profit up there, but the greater burden is to have a fantastic story to tell in the process. That’s really the purpose. I gladly work for my corporate clients in Philadelphia to be able to do what I’m doing. That’s what motivates us.

J: Steve, to that end, Aaron Goldfarb recently mentioned in an article that Tamworth produces the most gins of anyone on planet Earth. With all of these experiments and all of this creativity, how personally invested or attached are you to these creations?

S: I’m very invested in the ideas and stories, and it’s so fun for us to come up with a concept of it. They’re led by a story I want to tell or they’re led by an ingredient or a process. I’m an enlightened despot, so I allow other ideas in, but ultimately, it’s going to be what I approve of. I think we’re very aggressive in what we’re doing, because again, we want to see how far we can take it. I only get frustrated that we can’t be faster with far more ideas than we have to pass through.

J: Just a follow-up to that, then. I know you’re motivated by profits, of course, but also by creativity. Is the goal to have any of these ideas catch fire?

S: In Tamworth?

J: Yeah.

S: No. We purposely set up Tamworth in a control state. It’s counterintuitive, but we’re big fans of control states. Because I have one buyer, and that one buyer has a local mandate to buy my product. So I want to be the biggest thing in New Hampshire, which I think is the third or fourth biggest buyer experience in the world. Well, I’m already the biggest. Eventually, the other thing that’s interesting with this is, I’m a creative risk-taker, but I’m financially risk-averse. We don’t borrow money. To build the entire distillery, we did not borrow a single dollar. To take this to the next step, we’re currently scouting more land because we need more barrel houses. We need a place to build a bigger strip still. We have scouting land, and then we’ll buy it in cash and then we’ll build with cash. Again, the Grant family is a good teacher. They’ve been doing it for generations. I think that what I am attracted to by the spirits category is that they take a generational approach to it.

T: That’s wonderful. To the Tamworth end looking forward, Steve. You mentioned that you have some of these positions on staff that are historians. I don’t know whether most distilleries would have them on staff, maybe some that have stretched back longer. I think some of the bourbon distilleries do because they want to know more about their own brand history rather than ingredients. I remember having spoken to you before, you mentioned these TTB guidelines, and maybe the ultimate goal is to one day have a distillery in a country with no laws, so that there are no limiting factors. I’m not sure whether that is a possibility. But as a final question, I wanted to ask you, what does the future look like? What’s on the horizon for you, for Tamworth, and new projects coming up?

S: I think it is funny. What if you built a distillery in a country that allowed you to use different ingredients? It’d be very interesting. For the future? I mean, we look at things for so long. Sailor Jerry was fascinating when we did that because every year my account would say “shut it down, you’re losing money.” I would say “one more year, one more year.” It’s interesting because, with Tamworth, there’s no exit strategy, because we don’t want to sell it. We just want to keep going with it. I think the future would be repeating the experiment I’ve had with Tamworth in other communities. Because the transition of positive agricultural-based jobs and tourism has had a profound impact on this small, rural town. Wouldn’t it be great if I could do this in other communities? I noticed Bill Gates, you are now America’s biggest farmland owner, give me a call and we could do something together.

Cat Wolinski: Hi, Steve, this is Cat. I know that you have written a few books and you mentioned being a bookworm earlier. What’s happening with your next book, and why are you writing it?

S: We have two books coming out. One is a cocktail book for Art in the Age and that one has just been put to bed and looks fantastic. That’s called the “Cocktail Workshop.” I wrote that one with Adam Erace, who’s a writer in Philly, and Lee Noble, who was my star mixologist. That was going to be based around the Art in the Age brand. Then, the second book is called “Cultivating Curiosity.” I’m working on that with Aaron Goldfarb. I met him when he wrote an article about how to make sports brands go viral.

C: Wasn’t that for VinePair?

S: Yeah, I think it was. It’s interesting, I made good use of my time during Covid because at first, I said “I’m going to work on another book.” I wrote a proposal, and then I handed it to my agent. She said, “Who would you like to work on with this?” I said “I think I’d like to work with Aaron.” I do weekly calls with Aaron, I just got off the phone with him to talk to you guys. I think we’re almost towards the end of our process.

C: Wow, that’s awesome. He must have been a very charming interviewer.

T: Aaron Goldfarb, for those folks listening who may not be familiar with the name, is a regular VinePair contributor, writer-at-large. Check out his work, it’s fantastic. I’m looking forward to reading the book myself. Knowing Aaron and hearing a little bit about how you work, Steve, I’m sure it will be fascinating.

S: Our creative process is interesting. We’re not a typical ad agency or marketing firm. We approach things in a very organic, artistic way of working. I’ve always said there are only so many people in the world that will ever hire me, because who will understand me? Right? My job is to find every single one of them. The book with Aaron is my attempt to explain that. To go through and try to articulate this process that’s been very successful, what it’s been.

T: From the conversation today, it sounds really fascinating. Looking forward to reading more there.

S: When we get hired by people, we don’t really pitch anyone. We don’t do pitches. You give me the gig, and then you understand that I’m going to create something for you.

T: I believe your mantra is to “say yes to everything.”

S: Within reason.

T: Yes, within reason. Well, Steve, thank you so much for joining us on the show today and giving us a glimpse behind the scenes at the creative process of these brands that I’m sure so many people have enjoyed and know. It’s been really fascinating. Thank you so much for your time today.

S: Sure thing, thank you. Thanks for arranging it.

T: Also, thank you everyone for joining us on the show today.

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The Past is a Different Country

Part One can be found here: http://robinine-blog.tumblr.com/post/165123148588/the-past-is-a-different-country

Part Two is here: http://robinine-blog.tumblr.com/post/165160561770/the-past-is-a-different-country

Part Three is here: http://robinine-blog.tumblr.com/post/165268449865/the-past-is-a-different-country

Part Four is here: http://robinine-blog.tumblr.com/post/165373103435/the-past-is-a-different-country

Part Five is here: http://robinine-blog.tumblr.com/post/165431044155/the-past-is-a-different-country

Or if you prefer AO3; https://archiveofourown.org/works/12027279/chapters/27224769

Chapter 6 - Sky Pirates

It was a motley crew that invaded the Research Labs, and Scrooge McDuck was leading the pack.

"Gryo!" Scrooge shouted, keen eyes narrowing as he looked around and didn't spy his head of Research. Instead they landed on a very different bird.

"Fenton."

Fenton had frozen at Scrooge's entrance, but suddenly threw himself forward. Scrooge braced himself, knowing the kids were just behind him.

"Hi Mr McDuck!" Fenton greeted him loudly with a hug. Scrooge counted to five, before trying to extract himself. This time, Fenton didn't get the hint, and Scrooge sighed when the taller man leaned over his head to peer at his nephews and niece.

"Mr McDuck?" Fenton whispers loudly. "I think you're being followed.

"Fenton, these are my nephews Donald, Huey, Louie and my niece Webby."

"Oh!" Fenton jumped back, bouncing his way over to shake Donald's hand. "I didn't realise it was bring your family to work day, Ma will be so disappointed."

"It's not." Donald said, but Fenton was already circling the kids.

"You must be triplets! Is it cool having a sibling? I always wanted a brother, but Ma said no, and Gyro said no cloning in his lab…"

"We're missing one actually." Donald tried to interrupt.

"Quadruplets! Even better." Fenton proclaimed.

"FENTON! Where's Gyro?" Scrooge demanded.

Fenton jumped, whirling to face Scrooge. "Gyro? I think he stepped out…" Fenton answered, tugging at his tie.

Louie snorted "He lies worse than you two." He told Huey and Webby.

Webby eyes darted about as she tapped her fingers together. Huey glared at Louie then gave Fenton a considering look. "He's lying?"

Scrooge rubbed his head. "Fenton, I need you help."

"My help?" Fenton clasped his hands together, "Oh, Mr McDuck! I always hoped this day would come!" Then he saluted, and his voice deepened "Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera reporting for duty! Ready and willing to help!"

"Good lad"

"Wait! Is it your nephew? I can run a scan of the building! We'll find him in no time sir!" Fenton dashed off deeper into the labyrinth of labs.

"FENTON!" Scrooge yelled after him, but the energetic duck had vanished. Scrooge sighed. "Donald, I need you to go track down your uncle Ludwig. He didn't sign out last night, so he might still be in the building."

"Right." Donald nodded, giving the kids a quick hug. "Be good, be smart, trust your instincts. Time travel is tricky."

"Right. I should go chase after my galoot. Kids, I need you to find Gyro. Tell him I expected to see see him five minutes ago, so he better get his time machine up and running."

The kids shared hopeful looks. "You can count on us." Huey said.

"For Dewey." Webby nodded sharply.

"And I know where to start looking!" Louie declared.

---

This was not the adventure he expected.

"Here comes the aeroplane!" Dewey crooned, waving around the spoon.

Donald and his baby brothers were laughing at him.

Baby Dewey was having none of it. His beak remained firmly shut.

"Come on Dewey, you know and I know you like…" Dewey stared at the jar in his hand, and tried not to pull a face. "Butternut squash and carrots." Dewey waved the spoon above the fluff ball's beak.

Baby Dewey headbutted it, and the spoon went flying. He laughed. A delighted baby giggle of evilness.

Dewey groaned, and wiped a glob of sticky baby food out of his hair. "Why is this so hard?" He asked, flinging himself backwards onto the sand.

"Giving up?" Donald asked, and Dewey rolled over, glaring at his younger self. The younger Dewey was trying to wiggle his way off the picnic blanket.

"Why won't he eat?" Dewey finally asked. Donald was having no such problems feeding Huey or Louie. At least, not that Dewey had noticed.

"He wants to play." Donald explained. "And you make funny faces. Don't eat the sand." Donald jabbed one of the spoons, somehow catching what baby Dewey was up even when he wasn't looking.

Dewey pounced, scooping up his younger self, and holding his hands as the sand dribbled away. Younger Dewey whined and fussed.

"Okay, no eating sand. If you're that hungry you can eat the carrot monstrosity." Dewey told his younger self, waving his finger back and forth.

Louie started to babble, and younger Dewey twisted and wiggled in his arms.

"Uncle Donald!" Dewey cried, "help?"

"Uncle…?"

Dewey spares a look at Donald, who's looked beyond surprised. Dewey doesn't drop his younger self, but it's a close thing, and he's careful to block the edge of the blanket with his body this time.

"Um… sorry?" Dewey offers, there's a cold lump in his stomach, and his eyes are burning again. Did he ruin things already?

There's a weak smile on Donald's face.

"You made me feel rather old." Donald laughed, a dry sort of chuckle, and Dewey finds himself twisting the edge of the blanket under his fingers.

"Imp?"

"I'm sorry." Dewey whispered. He's not going to cry. His eyes are burning, there's a lump in his throat, he doesn't know why he cares. (Uncle Donald doesn't want him)

An alarm blared.

"Pirates!" Della screamed. Rolling out of her hammock and ready for action.

"It's not pirates!" Donald yelled over the alarm.

Della hit the alarm clock and pointed to the sky.

Donald and Dewey turned to look.

"Oh phooey."

---

"So where do we start looking?" Webby asked, eyeing the lab with curiosity.

"This way." Louie said, heading straight to the wall Fenton had been leaning against when they entered. "Huey? Do you see anything strange?" Glancing sideways as Huey still hadn't let go his hoodie. It was starting to irritate.

Huey hummed, and leaned on Louie as he examined the wall. He reached out to knock on it.

"It's a fake wall?" Webby exclaimed! Running up and pressing her head against it. "I can hear banging!" Webby dashed back to the boys. "It's a secret room!"

Huey smiled back at her, but the smile worried Louie. It wasn't one of Huey's, it looked like uncle Donald's.

"Dewey's fine." Louie found himself saying. "He's having an adventure without us. He's never going to let us live this down."

Huey's smile softened, like uncle Donald's did sometimes. "You're right. He'll be back raving about sky pirates, and treasure, and how they never would have gotten anywhere without him."

Huey let go. Rubbing his hands like they ached. His eyes scanning the wall, and grinned. "Why is there a pair of swords on the wall?" He pointed.

"Beagles?" Louie asked.

"We're in the research labs." Webby said, sharing a grin with Huey.

--- "It's the Prometheus." Della said, handing the binoculars over to Donald.

"Who's that?" Dewey asked, sandwiched between the two of them, and half hidden in the sand dune they had taken cover behind.

"Sky pirates." Donald said, "Looks like they're flying past us."

"The Bander-log" Della spat the name as if it was a curse. "Worse sort of luck. That's their carrier ship, there's a dozen or so smaller aircraft they use to harry other planes."

"Will they see us?" Dewey asked.

Donald looked to Della. Della was tapping her fingers on the sand, eyes darting about.

"No, but we have a problem. If we fly now, they'll spot us. I'm not risking the kind of dare devil flying we'ld need with the midgets aboard. If we fly later, they are going to spot us going over their hidey hole. If we hold as long as I'ld like, uncle Scrooge is probably going to end up in more trouble than he's in already."

"You have a plan." Donald said, with a daring grin.

Dewey looked up at his uncle, the expression looked hauntingly familiar, but he's never seen it on Donald's face.

"It's a stupid plan." Della objected, and Dewey's almost shivers as a chill ran down his back.

"A stupid plan is better than no plan." Donald recited, adjusting his cap.

They sound so familiar.

"We lure them down, then ground them."

A wave of homesickness washes over Dewey.

"What about their other planes?" Dewey asked.

"Fast, but if we get a minute or two head start, and point the Prometheus in the wrong direction they don't have the range to catch the Spirit." Della glares at the far off aircraft carrier.

"But they'll be crazy to send the Prometheus down if they have other planes." Donald commented.

"…not if they think they're picking up the Spirit"

--- "Hey Captain! Downed bird to starboard!" Nameless mook number 3 shouted through the comms.

One day, Louie thought, he was going to nametag all his crew.

"What kind of bird?" Louie asked, cautious with his expectations. It was rare for anything interesting to fly this route.

"Unknown Cap. Pretty little seaplane, not seen her type before. Engine's blown, but looks like the pilot is getting it back under control."

"I'm coming up." Louie decided. It was probably nothing, and he could jibe with the mook for not recognising a simple supply plane.

His crew scurried out of his way, and he regarded them with a possessive glint. They might not be the most dangerous pirates in the skies, but numbers were a quality all it own.

Nameless mook number 3 leapt to his feet when Louie entered the crow's nest, wordlessly offering the spyglass, it trembled in his hands.

Louie took it, and strode over to the windows. It took him only a moment to spot the line of smoke, and he followed it down to the plane.

His breathe caught. "The Spirit of Adventure! Oh Del bird, looks like your luck finally ran out." He crackled. "Treasure ahoy!"

___

Della watched the Prometheus as it limped into view, her sword clenched in her hand and standing on the wing of her plane. Her boys were safely hidden, she was the bait.

Three small fighters took to the skies, and Della marked their flight patterns for later. She was betting they had orders not to harm the Spirit.

Her blood was singing in her ears, her heart pounding like she had just done a triple loop through the spires, as the Prometheus hovered beside the island, a heavy ramp dropping with a clang.

She grinned.

A flood of men descended, a mix of monkeys, bears and wolves. They eyed her with wild grins, teeth bared, and vicious laughter as they spread out in a wide circle.

She raised her sword. "Bander-log!" She snarled.

"Della Duck!" A deep voice yelled out, and the sea parted to reveal their Captain.

"Louie." Della's eyes narrowed, but she relaxed her stance. "And here I thought you were going to give up being a pirate, and settle down."

Louie chuckled, "And give up the sky?"

Her eyes flickered right, catching a flash of blue near the ramp. She braced her sword against the wing and leaned forward. "What? Your girl left you again?"

There it was. The quickening breathes, the clenched fists.

Then Louie smiled. "Last I heard, the great Della Duck was brooding a clutch. What happened Del Girl? The little ducks all go bye bye?"

Her vision went white. She screamed. She was going to kill him!

---

A scream of pure rage filtered up to the engine room. "Oh no." Donald said, snapping another wire.

Dewey looked towards the sound despite not being able to see a thing. "Is she okay?"

"Lost her temper." Donald said. He hesitated as other noises filtered through the hull. "We should go help her out. Think you've finished up here?"

Dewey jammed a rod through a whirling fan. "Aye aye Captain!"

Donald ruffled his hair. "Good lad."

---

Forty men verses one rather short duck.

Louie wanted to facepalm. The duck was winning.

"Spread out men! Surround her!" He ordered.

Nameless mook number 5 came scrambling to his side. "Captain! Look what I found!" And held out a duckling.

It was rubbing it's eyes, and seemed rather undeserved by the sound of screaming, and flesh hitting fists.

Louie took it from the mook. It was fuzzy soft in his arms. Baby duck.

"Kinda cute, for a duck." The mook crooned.

Louie held it up out of reach. "Del bird! We have your…" he paused. Held it closer to his eyes. The baby giggled and tried to grab his nose. "Daughter?" He decided, the baby was too cute to be a boy.

"Louie!" Shouted an unfortunate voice, and Louie turned automatically at his name. There was another duck standing on the ramp. "Put him down you dirty pirate!"

Louie glanced at the duckling again. "I don't think your Daddy is happy with me." He chuckled.

"Uncle!" The duck with an unfortunate voice yelled. "And he you don't put down Louie right this instant…" the duck rolled up his sleeves, stalking down the ramp.

"Wait." Louie said, wondering if he had misheard. "The duckling is called Louie?"

The fight with Della paused, she was standing on the chest of a wolf twice her size, a dozen mooks lay groaning on the ground.

"His name is Louis." Della growled, her eyes locked onto the duckling.

Louie felt his heart dissolve into goo. "You named your son after me?"

The strange duck started to laugh.

Della's gaze flickered to him for a moment, then all her attention was back.on Louie and Louie. She smiled, and started to approach. "Well, you are my biggest rival for the skies." She purred.

Louie glanced down at his namesake. "He's the cutest thing ever. I'm claiming godfather." The duckling laughed, and Della lifted him out of Louie's arms.

"Who's mommy's little terror?" She asked, tucking the duckling against her side, and combing her fingers through his hair.

She looked back up at Louie. "So…"

Louie glanced at the pile of mooks on the sand. The others had fled deeper inland. He was sure he had heard the sound of sprung traps and screams.

"Truce?" He offered, extending his hand.

"Truce." She agreed, shaking his hand, and whistled.

Louie winced when he saw another small duck exit the Prometheus. "You've sabotaged my engine, haven't you?

Della grinned, "Alls fair in love and war Godfather. I have ducklings to protect." She waved.

Louie sighed. As the Spirit rose into the air, he could hear the crackling of his carrier. It crashed into the water, a wave of water soaking Louie and his mooks.

"Damn you Della, you got me good this time."

---

Thanks go to @donaldtheduckdad for inspiration with Fenton. I was stuck until we started chatting about him XD

And thank you @miilkydayz for fuelling the ships.

I hope you all enjoy! Tomorrow is going to be a great day! XD

#ducktales #donald duck #scrooge mcduck #ducktales 2017 #huey dewey and louie #huey duck #dewey duck #louie duck #webby vanderquack #time travel #fanfic #lost twin au #well not yet #but we'll get there

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endosomania · 8 years ago

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((Here’s the first part to me and my partner Muse’s hungerplay rp! I haven’t done a hungerplay rp before so this got me really excited aaaah ; ; I would have loved if this had been drawn out even longer, with poor rupa reaching the point of desperation… But aah I guess that’s just a goal to shoot for next time <3 It was just getting so late

Rupa is mine of course. Damien, Mouse/Muse and Nota are all mouse’s characters.))

rupa walks alongside you, her hands behind her head, taking a walk through the neighborhood. It’s a pretty warm day, and sunny. We’ve been walking for a while and it’s a bit past noon - well past breakfast, and high time for more food. uv u

Nice day today, huh~?

MuseMouse-Yesterday at 10:55 PM

Yeahh, not bad… bit warm, but it’s nice after the long winter. u u Has his hands in his pockets, walking a bit behind you, sated and comfortable just spending time together.

Getting a bit hungry

’ ’

Rupa-Yesterday at 10:57 PM

Yeah, same really… u u

she rocks on her heels. The nice heat is making her quite unaware and susceptible to negotiation~ It wouldn’t be hard to convince her to go eat wherever you want.~

MuseMouse-Yesterday at 11:02 PM

… i could go for a gyro

Damien makes a mean gyro with fries. -3- ever tried?

His menu is so variable its hard to try everythin

Rupa-Yesterday at 11:03 PM

Ohh, gyros, really? o o

I’m surprised… thats not usually a bar thing…

Sure! u U u that sounds good right now~

MuseMouse-Yesterday at 11:05 PM

He considers it a bar-come-restaurant, haha.. he’s a real revolutionary.(edited)

Yeah.. right around the corner anyways

How convenient. rubs his nose, looking away

((Read the rest under the cut))

Rupa-Yesterday at 11:10 PM

:3 Huh, yeah! We musta been walkin a long time… Time kinda flies just wassailing with you~ uUu she turns the corner, and damien’s place is right there, big wooden sign and old wooden door, and large front windows…

MuseMouse-Yesterday at 11:11 PM

./w/. … Smiles dumbly at the comment, pleased. Follows you in. It’s an average business day, plenty of tables. Damien waves as you both come in, leaning over the counter and working through some receipts, tail swaying in contentment.

Rupa-Yesterday at 11:13 PM

^ o ^ Damien~ Long time no see~

A little birdie told me you have gyros on the menu…?~

MuseMouse-Yesterday at 11:19 PM

The dragon nods! Mmmhrm, little miss. I had a feeling you two might be by to stuff your craws today. … Too nice to be stuck indoors, care for a balcony seat?

muse glances at you. he just got that balcony… room sorted last week, he’s so proud of it.

damien smiles. It’s a nice view.

Rupa-Yesterday at 11:21 PM

Oh, sure! ://3 Expanding, I see~

MuseMouse-Yesterday at 11:30 PM

damien shuffles the papers up and puts them under the counter, tossing a towel over his shoulder and walking out to guide you both to the back. Nota waves to you both, squirreltail wiggling all chipper

the back is quiet and dim, sounds of festivity faint behind every other door. Clear blue skies overhead past the weird looking glass ceiling. A short way in he opens a door, which leads to a shift in aesthetic; wooden panelling walls, a short hallway leading to a stunted staircase. All clean lacquered wood.

An open doorway at the top of which leads to a balcony at the side of a brook. It’s somwhere relatively near- you’re not suddenly in Paris, you can see the familiar forest near the house on the skyline, well past the city- but its still jarring. He must have rented the space for this purpose.

a few other folks are enjoying food and drinks on the balcony, and music plays faintly from speakers installed overhead on the side of an otherwise silent building.

Parasol’d seats surrounded by cushioned beach chairs, all very mediterranean*

Rupa-Yesterday at 11:37 PM

oh my… o. o Yeah, very new…! Is this uh… In the city, or just in the outskirts…?

MuseMouse-Yesterday at 11:40 PM

In the city. He guides you both to a seating by the railing. The brook babbles softly below, in a little ravine leading out of a thin underbridge river into the lake. The sounds of light traffic and such nearby.

Outskirts… more or less. Just a space not used by many, so I thought I would try something new.

Thoughts? the dragon scratches his chin with a claw

Rupa-Yesterday at 11:43 PM

Prettyyy! I love it! I love the water especially~… And I’m always a sucker for forests. rubs head

MuseMouse-Yesterday at 11:55 PM

mouse. Yeah, I agree u vu

The kid takes a seat, streeeetchin out…

damien pads over and takes off his jacket, making him squeak as its delicately lifted off his stretching arms and set over the back of his chair.

oh. th-thanks ./.;

Rupa-Yesterday at 11:59 PM

:3 she sits down across from you, and she can’t help but giggle when she sees damien carefully peel off your jacket. once a ward, always a ward.

July 23, 2017

MuseMouse-Today at 12:01 AM

-//- mouse rubs his head. Damien is as politelt unaffected as ever as he takes your orders; Mouse orders extra tzatziki sauce of course

Rupa-Today at 12:02 AM

rupa orders the same, of course, pattering her fingers on the edge of the table across from you. With extra fries.

MuseMouse-Today at 12:07 AM

damien. Lovely… ah, and one more thing for your order.

snaps his claws and a length of rope pops into existence- wrapping around your wrists and under a part of the table’s edge to bind them firmly down to it. Your ankles to the legs of the chair. It’s instant and shocking.

Mm, doubly lovely. Be right back with that. He clicks his pen and saunters off. A faun couple at a table at the other end of the balcony stifles a laugh.

Rupa-Today at 12:13 AM

Oh, yeah…? I- before she can even react, the ropes instantly grip onto her wrists and her ankles tightly and firmly, anchoring them in a flash, with expert-level knotwork. They almost audibly creak with how neatly they’re tied. …!!!

Whoa! Whoa whoa whoa…! she looks down at the rope, her eyes a little bit wider, and rather caught off guard. She tugtugs, but the rope holds very firm, not budging an inch. Hey…! What’s the big idea!?

MuseMouse-Today at 12:15 AM

ovo

Rupa-Today at 12:16 AM

> >… Mooouuusssee? What are you tryn'a pull…?

MuseMouse-Today at 12:16 AM

Mouse pours himself a water from the icy pitcher and sips

Rupa-Today at 12:17 AM

=A= Hey! Ropes! You planned something. tug tugtugtug.

MuseMouse-Today at 12:28 AM

Heh… maybe.

sips his drink, looking blankly at you like he has no idea

Rupa-Today at 12:29 AM

= =… Youuuuu totally had this planned, didn’t you…?

What’s my offense, officer, huh? = w =;

flexes her fingers. Stuck. She rolls her head around, arms thrust awkwardly and tied to the table in front of her…

MuseMouse-Today at 12:32 AM

he giggles a bit. I know what you like, is all.

So… I thought I’d treat you to a nice meal.

u v u Yours might be a bit late, though. he shrugs, clinking the ice in his glass.

Rupa-Today at 12:33 AM

= = Hmmm? Funny business, eh…?

she thinks. a little lost for what you want to do. ‘a bit late’? It can’t be transmogrification again… that’s too predictable, and besides, damien orchestrated that. What’s this little homonculus got planned…? She blinks, a little lost in thought.

she shakes her head. The nice, brisk walk on a balmy day… a really good way to work up an appetite. .A. She’s pretty hungry actually, she just now realizes…

MuseMouse-Today at 12:41 AM

Mouse sits back and blinks at you, seemingly admiring his handiwork (hes done nothing)

-u- Look at you, all cozy. At least the chairs are nice, right?

You could probably tip it over and try to get away but. Uhh. glances around at the patrons of Damien’s.

… whispers, leaning over that might be a bit embarrassing

eventually the gyro arrives. Just Mouse’s; a paper plate with a nice thick gyro in a bed of lettuce, the meat crisped and steaming. Thick cut russet fries, steeped in a rich tzatziki sauce with sliced cucumbers.

the smell is immaculate. Nota sets it down in front of Mouse, who just smiles a bit wider at you. Thanks, Nota dear.

nota. My pleasure! 'U’ Please enjoy your meals!

she practically bounces away.

Rupa-Today at 12:47 AM

= = she grrrs at you, shifting her leg around. “”'cozy’“”, indeed. She’s shackled to the table! TwT

MuseMouse-Today at 12:47 AM

leans forward, over the plate, hands on his cheeks. Smells goooood…

Ah… my stomach’s rumbling…

u v u

I’d let you listen… if you werent otherwise… busy.

the gyro must be a pretty popular dish; you can see a centaur in the background currently snarfing down 3 of them.

Rupa-Today at 12:53 AM

… she sees nota come up, and gets a little glimpse of hope, finally! Maybe mouse’s ~big plan~ is to cram her full of gyro like a fancy pasty, but her hope flees just as quickly once she notices that nota is only carrying… one gyro. She sets the gyro down in front of… Just mouse, all the way at the other end of the table.

And the gyro is so lovingly overfilled with meat and sauce and slices of veggie, one of the more overfilled gyros she’s seen! There’s steam still coming off of the freshly sliced meat! Her mouth is agape a little as she gawks at it… She unconsciously is leaning forward on the table. She only realizes this when a line of her drool plips onto it. Her eyes go a little wide and she snaps her jaws shut, and makes eye contact with you. Oh. So this is what you had planned.

MuseMouse-Today at 12:54 AM

o v o Staring at you, deeply amused.

oh my god. youre like a hyena.

grin.

Rupa-Today at 12:55 AM

she falls back into her seat with a fwoomp. She leans over a bit, over your shoulder, and notices the centaur with a pile of SEVERAL gyro. She licks her lips and swallows dryly, looking down towards the floor of the balcony.

MuseMouse-Today at 12:55 AM

Muse carefully picks up the gyro with both hands, still not breaking eye contact with you. It’s messy and hard to handle, tzatziki dripping from it..

o vo

man… you’ve never tried one of Damien’s gyro, have you

theyre soooo good… he slices the meat at the literal perfect thickness, to the millimeter…

ah… i’m drooling thinking about it. adjusts his hands, letting his tongue poke out a bit -y-

Starvin here

Rupa-Today at 12:58 AM

her expression, as she watches you pick it up, is a very strange mixture of anger, yearning, mesmerization, and shyness. She stares at the food, and the, incredibly tasty, SHE ASSUMES, mixture of grease and sauce dribbling from out of the pita bread. Her expression reads as if she’s saying 'try it, I dare you, PLEASE’.

with a different emotion for each part of that sentence~

MuseMouse-Today at 12:59 AM

o y o Stuffs as much of it in his mouth as he can, chomping down audibly. Soft crunch, and a tear as he sinks into the pita bread, taking a biiiig bite. His cheeks bulge, and you cant miss the shock of pleasure that dulls his eyes. mmph–

chews slowly, eyes closing.

MuseMouse-Today at 1:00 AM

crispy, salty, bit rough,tzatziki mediates the texture, its unreal

Rupa-Today at 1:02 AM

!!! >////< CRUNCH. She immediately nibbles her lips when you take the bite. No! No no no no no no She shuts her eyes, shaking her head! Aaaagh…!(edited)

MuseMouse-Today at 1:02 AM

’ v’ Chews slowly, meticulously

Mmmmmmmmm.

Mm mm.

Rupa-Today at 1:06 AM

It smells like lovingly, slowly roasted meat and the identifiable umami of meat fat. And just a little bit of the crispy tzatziki sauce. Even with her eyes closed, the smell of the food is still noticeable a mile away, and the sound of you hedonistically enjoying your lunch still assails on her sensitive lil ears.

MuseMouse-Today at 1:08 AM

Mmph! He kicks his head back, eyes scrunching as he forcefully swallows. Gggllnp!! Forces it down, his breath held

>/ u /<

Your sensitive ears cant escape picking up Mouse’s thick swallow.

Rupa-Today at 1:10 AM

!!!!!!! T////T AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa her ears twitch, and her heart skips a beat, when she hears you gulp thickly. She emenates a petultant little, helpless, whiiiiiiiiine…

first bite of many. And she’s totally helpless…

MuseMouse-Today at 1:12 AM

… aaah. Hmph.

he licks his lips and smacks them obnoxiously, picking up some fries and cramming them in his mouth! Didnt realize how hungry he was, h-haha…

-/3/- nom nomph, takes another smaller bite. So good..

Rupa-Today at 1:16 AM

T///T Didn’t expect to be enduring this kind of torture todaaaayyy… Her whole body still feels that fun after-exercise tiredness, but without the after-exercise meal to cap it off. So, she just feels… energized… and tired… and… really… really hungry.

MuseMouse-Today at 1:17 AM

stuff chew chomp! Mops up some of the 'ziki with the frayed, crispy edges of the meatvegpita, and chomps in heartily. Messy.

=//=

Mmmhmhm.

Rupa-Today at 1:18 AM

she exhales and opens her eyes again, and the first thing she sees is you with your cheeks poofed full of french fries. She flinches and grumbles, cheeks hot with blush, staring down at her hands, and by proxy, her poor, empty, hollow stomach.

as if on cue, her belly, feeling very devoid of anything except a little bit of air, finally lets out a petultant, long growl…

TwT

MuseMouse-Today at 1:21 AM

he almost chokes on laughter as he hears it, covering his mouth > W <

Hnnhnhn

he swallows and pats his chest, sitting back. One bite of gyro left in his hand.

-y- ah… about stuffed… wow

… i ate a lot! Feels great…

Rupa-Today at 1:29 AM

T//A//T she can feel the empty pressure as her belly does nothing but push around what’s left of the slime and air inside of her… She slumps in her chair, flexing her feet as she watches the last couple bites of that soft pita and crispy meat disappear into you.

MuseMouse-Today at 1:30 AM

pokes the last mouthful into his mouth, chewing and swallowing. ^ 3^ mmph.

making a show of it. Which is funny to see, he’s usually a veeeery quiet polite eater. He know you’re watching. And listening.

Rupa-Today at 1:34 AM

Indeed… as torturous as it is, she’s mesmerized. The tasty food, and yearning to even try a tiny nibble of it… Not to mention just shyly watching you eat in general. God, she’s feeling such a heady mix of emotions right now…

she’s leaning over the table again. As much as her shackled wrists can let her, at least. The pita’s a lost cause, nothin’ but meat for your belly at this point. But she’s staring in nothing but desire at the fries on your plate. Anything at this point! T///T

MuseMouse-Today at 1:37 AM

u vu picks up a fry and eats it. Already full, but the fries are just… so good…

munch.

tzatziki fries… one of Mouse’s fav things. Oh he’s evil.

Rupa-Today at 1:40 AM

she staaares at your plate sulkily. Her stomach again lets out another growl…. deep and loud and rolling, from deep in her guts, as loud as thunder…

she flops her cheek onto the table, and briefly debates whether the table is edible.

MuseMouse-Today at 1:45 AM

Once he’s done eating he just sits back with his hands folded over his belly, completely satisfied.

Rupa-Today at 1:49 AM

Mmmmp…. B… .///. she’s straight-up staring at your hands folded over your gently-domed, stuffed and satiated stomach. You tucked away all of that delicious food so easily…! That huge plate of gyro… into your…. belly… @////@ Under your hands… Full… and warm…

MuseMouse-Today at 1:50 AM

u w u mmmh.(edited)

Rupa-Today at 1:53 AM

she slumps into her chair, boneless and weak. Meanwhile, her stomach feels practically concave. None of that bodily warmth you associate with a large meal. Instead, she just feels completely empty, never having even a grain of salt…

MuseMouse-Today at 1:54 AM

u vu … how you feelin? Urp.

Rupa-Today at 1:55 AM

=////= she growls. This time from her throat, not her hips.

the feeling in the warning translates to, 'how do you think?’(edited)

MuseMouse-Today at 1:59 AM

hehhh. Want me to untie you and get your food?

Rupa-Today at 2:03 AM

she hears the word 'food’, and you can see her huge bat-ears flex in the direction of the word. She picks her head up, as if she has one last little spurt of energy. ’ ’

Food?

MuseMouse-Today at 2:09 AM

hur.

u vu it should be here soon…

… here

he gets up, hand still on his belly, and walks over. Casually unties the ropes under the table, and bends down to untie your ankles

Rupa-Today at 2:13 AM

urrrrgggghhh T T she almost accidentally slithers onto the floor, such an assault on her senses, finally released!

MuseMouse-Today at 2:16 AM

Ah ah! Mouse’s hands rest on your shoulders, holding you up. … h-haha, wow… that really did a number on you, huh? You look spent.

… shifta you so your head rests on his stomach with a 'paff’.

Rupa-Today at 2:18 AM

!!!! @/////@ aaaaaa she blushes bright when you squish her head onto that soft belly!!

MuseMouse-Today at 2:18 AM

u/ /u

Full.

hugs your head in

Rupa-Today at 2:21 AM

blrrrrrgghh flails weakly against your hands, before giving up, accepting her fate. Whines helplessly against your warm and stuffed stomach. NOT THAT SHE WOULD KNOW WHAT THAT’S LIKE, or anything……..

MuseMouse-Today at 2:25 AM

u w u

you hear a soft 'clmp’ on the table

((The rest coming sometime soon *winks but it makes a duck sound*))

#hungerplay #character: rupa

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wintercherry · 8 years ago

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Transgender day of Invincibility

Open my eyes to the sound of the alarmclock, "awaken my child..." says the devilish voice. Morning memes to help fight off the lazyness that comes with a short night's rest. Up we go. Shower while coffee is being made downstairs. Really looking forward to that. I've gone back to taking it with milk and nothing else. Check my phone and it's still early, but the lack of messages means I might have time to bring anime to the Franks in the form of catapults. This might go long. Long it goes alright, suddenly it's past 10am and I still have no messages. Other than a morning chat with my girl the world could've thought I had gone missing. I am missing food in my stomach. Coffee can only take me so far, but my sister, whom I'm supposed to be having breakfast with, has decided to bail on me. "This is the fourth time in a row." Exale I am always alone. My friends are always busy, my girlfriend lives out of state, and my family keeps bailing on me. "I can only count on you." Kiss A shame, it was transgender day of visibility, and even thought I hate being lumped into a group involutarily, I had decided to make the best of it and be as radiant as I could be, of course, in my personal definition of the word. I tire of games and youtube but my other plans are not until later in the day, so I come to terms with the idea of my morning being more of the same. "I guess I could bring more anime to the peoples," I think while still on my pajamas. Fire up AoEII. Get the early game going- you go pick berries while I pick up the phone- "Hello?" -"Do you still want to go out" -"Ah, yes!" tremble "yeah." -"Okay, I'll pick you up in ten minutes. Think about where you want to eat." Hang. Save. Rush to the get ready. So much for radiancy. I gadly sacrifice my looks this once, I was hungry for company as much as I was for brunch. Pleasantries are exchanged. Honest ones, at least from my part. "I haven't seen you in so long," there is so much catch up to do. She is married now. I wasn't invited to the wedding. I suppose one can be too visible. To a local restaurant we go (support small businesses). We sit and order coffee. My reccord is seven cups, we're not there yet. It is always a pleasure to talk with someone who thinks just like me - but in her own way. Numbers can perhaps illustrate it better: We both agree that the answer is 4, 2+2 is her way, 2+(0.25x2^3) is my way. Overthink. We haven't looked at the menus yet and we've been sitting for a while, I bet the waitress was getting annoyed. "Okay, enough. Let me think about what I want," my sister laughs. Gyros Omelette for me (sounds strange but it is better than you'd think). Ah, the dance of flipping the menu back and forth for vegetarian options. The rate of picky eaters I am surrounded by is by far larger than the population's average. It doesn't bother me anymore. Chatter in between bites. Work, relationships, friends, "what happened to your hair!?" Religion debates go well with hashbrowns, I usually take ketchup but the substitute is surpricingly engaging. The family cannot talk about religion without bringing my mother in the conversation. Observation I would later make with my girlfriend on the phone. "She wonders how you are," my sister informs me. Unecessarily, I would say. "I heard from our aunt that she posted a pic of me on Facebook, you know, the old me." I say. "With the caption 'I miss you'" NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO FUCK NO FUCK NO OH FUUUUCCKK NO YOU DON'T GET TO MISS ME She misses the old me, the kid we killed together. I'll allow it. Look at how much power she has on me. All my anger... "I have a very carefree attitute about the world, I just don't give a fuck anymore. It's like my mind doesn't allow me to hate anything else because all my hate is concentrated in one place!" Grip my hands together. Tight. Tighter. It hurts. I cannot forget. We spoke about a wedding. "Are you gonna eat those pancakes?" sparked a conversation that lasted longer than whatever words were spoken about mother. Yet, that is all I took home with me. -"What? Already?" -"Yeah, I'm full" -"You barely ate" -"Ha. I guess I got full from words" -"Hmph. True" I kept her untill she absolutely couldn't afford another minute not on her way. It made no difference. No amount of conversation can saturate the gash that talking about my mother does to me. The feeling of having business unresolved was drowning me. Clear my mind. Just enough. The grand opening is today. I've been awating this night for a month. Now we shine. It is the fucking day of visibility. Today I got the best excuse I could think of. Eyeliner. Hair spray. New outfit. More eyeliner. Make sure the jewelry matches. Grab the new purse. Can I freaking get the eyeliner right? I am out of practice. I am also out of practice at Marvel Super Heroes VS Street Fighter. The grand opening to the new arcade has brought some unexpected surprices. Enough to make me focus on something else. We do battle with buttons for the moment. The place is booming with people, suddenly, I don't feel like being visible anymore. MSHvsSF is an old game, I hadn't touch it in years. Back to the basics, which I learned by watching my older brother play. Basics keep me afloat, and thankfully we leave before Asians wearing latex gloves and facemasks demolish me and rob me of my good mood. Now home, I speak with my roomate. "I saw you with your sister earlier," she says. -"Yeah, we went out for lunch and catch up" -"How is everything?" -"All good, you know, just remenicing... Although..." I let it out. I need to talk about it. My roomate suggests I write a letter. Funny how that keeps coming around. I first heard it from my girlfriend, then from my friends, then from stranges online. I get it. I'll write the fucking thing. Upstairs. The light in the room is not adecuate for writing. Neither is my pencil. I don't know how to start. "Hi mom." The words flow The page turns The pencil needs to be sharpened Again Again I am happy. My eyes are watery but no tears flow. I've done enough crying, perhaps my body decided that the allowance of sobs for this tragedy have been exahusted. I am not satisfied with the job. The words are lousy [as they always are], I hold back on my emotions, I do not make the best case for myself. Included are the words, spoken- written from me. "I live as a woman now." There. Made myself visible, exactly in the way it trully mattered. Where last year the date largely passed over my head, this time around it had a cathartic effect on me. I include my phone number and a picture of me. "I'm here if you want to talk." Place the whole thing into an envelope. Barely fits in. It is a very heavy letter. Change my clothes. I have decided to deliver the letter personally and I don't want to shock her any more than I have to. Cover my face with a scarf. Cover my hair with a hat. Oversized hoodie and saggy jeans. Invisible. On my way to where she lives. The closer I get, the harder my heart beats. Phone rings, and for the second time in the day it is exactly what I needed. -"Hi baby" -"Hi my love" shiver -"Are you okay?" -"I'm okay" -"You don't sound okay" -"I'm okay, I'm just outside walking" -"Why are you outside?" -"Because I got business to take care of" Relieved my girlfriend is on the phone. Clearly not ready to take this on on my own. I reach her place. So close and yet so far. Stand infrot of her door. Knock. Silence. Knock. Silence. "That's that." The letter slides easily under the door. The contents of the letter won't be here. Not because they are personal, but because my mind has decided to black out on most of what I wrote. Despite talking over the phone with my girlfriend when its content was fresh in my memory, a rough night of sleep has ruined my memory of it. Perhaps one of the mechanisms of my psyche protecting me, because precedent dictates that this ordeal will not end well for me. My attitute remains. I am glad I did it. For too long anger and scorn have been lord of my emotions. Today I finally defeat them. I am invinsible. "I miss you too."

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sorayahigashikata · 6 years ago

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Chapter 38: "JESUS H. TAPDANCING CHRIST!"

#Paula reads SBR #Chapter 38 #HOORAY VIOLENCE #JESUS CHRIST #BLACKMORE NO #OH NO HE'S HOT #AND INSANE #Lucy did a good thing today #please start making sense Gyro #KONO DIO DA #Part 7 spoilers #Steel Ball Run spoilers

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letsmakemagicalmoments · 6 years ago

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The Death List - Chapter 3

A few weeks went by and Everett still wasn’t super friendly towards Kennedy. Kennedy was extremely frustrated with this development.

She didn’t understand what she did. It’s not like he completely ignored her but he definitely didn’t stare at her like he did that first day they met. When they sat next to each other they made small talk during class but nothing major. Kennedy was growing desperate to understanding Everett. She was completely baffled by how someone can seem so completely interested in you one minute and the next seem so completely uninterested. She wondered if maybe this was a hard to get technique that he was doing. And it was 100% working. Sure enough the week after Mason had broken things off with Colleen he showed up at girls’ dorm begging for forgiveness. Kennedy left and stayed for the weekend in Daphne’s dorm room she shared with a girl named Myra, who was never there, to give them space. Kennedy was very happy for Colleen and Mason and yet she felt a twinge of jealousy for her new friend. She felt lonely and she ached for her own relationship. This was something Kennedy had never felt before and she had no idea why she felt this why. She tried texting the strange purple-eyed boy occasionally but those conversations led to nowhere. Finally, on a Thursday night about a month after she met Everett, she had come to the conclusion that her and Everett weren’t ever going to be anything more than just friends or even acquaintances since they never talked about anything less than surface-y. Kennedy decided this for sure that night and went to bed feeling the disappointment in her chest subside slightly. She was fine with this.

“Is this seat taken?” A familiar voice said. Kennedy looked up on confusion. Was he joking? Everett was wearing a plaid red and black button up shirt and blue jeans. He had on a dazzling smile. “You always sit there.” Kennedy stated gesturing towards the seat indicating he could sit.

“I just thought I’d ask. That was the first thing I ever said to you. Not that you’d remember, anyways.” Everett chuckled.

“Okay.” Kennedy said going back to her doodling.

“Hey, talk to me.” Everett said frowning

“Oh are you flirting with me now?” Kennedy asked frostily.

Everett looked confused, “Yes?”

Kennedy looked up at him stunned. “I have no idea what to make of you. The last month you haven’t seemed interested in being anything other than a friend. You can’t drag me around, you know.” Kennedy replied trying to keep her voice from shaking. Everett nodded.

“I think we should go on a date.” He said matter of factly. Kennedy sat there gaping at him. “You look like a fish” he chuckled. Kennedy glowered at him. “I’m sorry a date? Is this a joke?” “Not that I’m aware of. You like food? Because I like food. We’ll eat food together and that’s a date. I’ll pick you up at your dorm at seven.” Kennedy didn’t know what to say. It was so bold and his asking her on a date wasn’t even asking. It was more of a statement. Kennedy just sat there staring at him. He stared back unflinchingly. “Okay.” Kennedy said slowly. He nodded and looked down at his notebook. Once class started Kennedy pretended not to notice him sneaking looks at her and he pretended not to notice her sneaking looks at him.

“Okay, I’m sweating and blotchy. I have no idea what to wear.” Kennedy cried lying on the floor. Colleen and Anne exchanged looks.

“Have you ever been on a date?” asked Anne. Kennedy shot her a look. “I was just asking.” Anne said holding her hands up.

“I have I just normally don’t care.” Kennedy sat up and tucked her head into her knees. Colleen stood up from her bed and walked to her own closet and pulled out a sparkly gold sweater dress “What about this?” “Oh I don’t know.” Kennedy hesitated. She couldn’t keep borrowing Colleen’s clothes.

“I think you should give it a shot. It’s a dress that should be worn on a date. A date you actually care about.” Colleen replied. Anne nodded.

Kennedy grabbed the dress and slowly put it on. Colleen curled Kennedy’s long hair and it fell a little past her shoulders. Anne did her makeup. Afterwards, Colleen and Anne stared wide-eyed and then gushed over how beautiful Kennedy looked. A knock came to the door.

“That’ll be him. I’m not ready for this.” Kennedy said nervously. “It’ll be okay, Kennedy.” The girls encouraged. Kennedy opened the door and there he was. He was absolutely beautiful Kennedy realized. His hair glistened and was still that messy look with his bangs up. His purple eyes shined brightly and he smiled widely showing perfect white teeth. He wore a dark green sweater with a white collar and jeans plus a black leather jacket. “You look beautiful, Kennedy.” He said. “Here these are for you” He handed her twelve long stemmed roses with a giant red bow. Kennedy gaped at the roses. “Uh thanks. These are so beautiful, Everett.”

“Are you ready?” He asked. All Kennedy could do was nod. Anne and Colleen were looking at him dreamy eyed as they waved goodbye. Colleen gave Kennedy a hug and took her flowers. Colleen whispered in her ear “don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” In his car it was warm and cozy. It smelled like leather and mangos with a hint of his cologne. “Do you like Greek food?” He asked buckling in his seat belt. “I love Greek food!” Kennedy said excitedly. She was extremely hungry and she was very tired of cafeteria food. “Excellent. I know a great place.” He put on the radio to a country station. Kennedy laughed and Everett looked at her with one eyebrow raised. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for a country person.” “I love country.” He said simply. Kennedy furrowed her eyebrows at the realization that she knew nothing about this boy. “What are you thinking?” he asked.

“I was thinking that I don’t know anything about you.” She answered honestly. He laughed. “What do you want to know?” “Where are you from?” Kennedy asked. His face suddenly hardened. “Here,” he considered this for a moment. “Boston really” Kennedy vaguely wondered why he responded in that way. Then she reflected on his faint accent she just realized he had. She felt dumb for not noticing it either. “You’ve lived here all your life?” She asked “All my life…” he echoed. “Do you have any brothers and sisters?” She asked. “I did.” He answered “Oh.” Kennedy quickly caught onto the use of past tense. “Where are you parents? Are you close with them?” Kennedy asked “They’re…gone too.” He said with difficulty. Kennedy suddenly felt a pang sympathy. He had no one. At least she had Jon. “My parents are gone too but I have my brother.”

He suddenly looked pained. “Are you okay?” Kennedy asked in confusion “Yeah…it’s just hard losing someone” he said softly. Kennedy nodded. The car had gotten super awkward. Suddenly Kennedy recognized a song on the radio. She turned it up and began to sing to the familiar tune.

“You know George Straight?” He asked looking at her in mild surprise

“Of course. This is my favorite song.” Everett gave her an appreciative look. Soon he pulled into the restaurant parking lot.

“Table for two” He told the host confidently. The host showed Kennedy and Everett to their table.

“I’m so hungry.” Kennedy said to him. He smiled. “Me too.” Soon they ordered their drinks and food. Kennedy couldn’t believe she was on a date with Everett. It didn’t seem real.

“So your eyes…” Kennedy said slowly while munching on pita.

“Right…well I have color contacts. It’s dumb but I thought it was cool.” Everett shrugged.

“No you don’t.” Kennedy challenged him.

“What makes you so sure?” Everett said looking at her with annoyance.

“My brother has contacts. You don’t have the slit thing in your eye.” Kennedy said.

“And have you looked into my eyes that deeply?” Everett asked with a smirk. Kennedy blushed fiercely and looked down at the table.

“Why would you lie about color contacts?”

“Look, I just don’t like talking about this okay?” Everett said irritably leaning away from her.

“Okay, why did you ask me out?” Kennedy asked.

“Because I wanted to.” Everett said as a matter of factly.

“But you’ve been kind of ignoring me all month.” Kennedy said. Everett scoffed so Kennedy backtracked “Okay, you haven’t ignored me but you haven’t exactly seemed super interested in being anything but my friend.” Kennedy said crossing her arms.

“I wasn’t sure if I should be doing this.” Everett said quietly looking at her eyes with great intensity.

“Doing what?” Kennedy asked leaning in.

“I won’t lie when I first saw you…I wanted to get to know you.”

“But?” Kennedy prompted

“But…I don’t think this can go anywhere.” Everett answered softly. Disappointment welled inside Kennedy’s chest. “This is a wonderful first date. At least he’s honest, I guess”. She thought to herself as she looked down at her hands. She tried to force the golf ball inside her throat to go away. Thankfully the waiter came with their food. Kennedy picked up her fork and started picking at her Gyro.

“Do you have commitment issues?” Kennedy asked sticking a piece of her food in her mouth.

“Hardly.” Everett laughed. “It’s…complicated.”

“How complicated?”

“More than you could possibly understand.” Everett said seriously. “But I decided that I really enjoy your company and for now I think I’ll throw caution to the wind.”

Huh. Kennedy was baffled.

“I know you don’t know what I mean and I can’t really tell you. I don’t think I can anyways. Maybe eventually depending. But lets talk about something else.” Everett said. Kennedy stared at him baffled; she had no idea what anything he just said meant.

“Okay, how old are you?” Kennedy asked. Everett’s smile widened.

“I guess I just turned twenty.”

“Why is that funny?” asked Kennedy

“It’s nothing.” Everett shrugged taking a drink of his water.

“Why are you in Calculus 1?”

“I needed an elective.”

“What major are you?”

“Psychology.”

“Why?” Kennedy asked staring at him intently.

“I feel like I’m being interrogated, Kennedy.” Everett said laughing. Kennedy blushed.

“I’m sorry I just want to know about you.” Kennedy said looking down at her plate.

“Okay, well, I’ll talk and you eat.” Everett said crossing his arm. Kennedy realized he had already finished his plate. Realizing how much she babbled already she nodded.

“Well okay I was born in Boston, Massachusetts. I had four brothers and two sisters. Samuel, Thomas, Isaac, John, Sarah, and Emily. My eldest brothers died in the war…”

“Afghanistan?” Kennedy interrupted. Everett looked up at her suddenly. He had an odd expression on his face. It was surprise and embarrassment. Almost as though he had said too much.

“Uh…right yeah. That war. Anyways, Isaac and John got sick and died shortly after Sam and Tom died. Sarah died in childbirth and Emily…she ran away from home. We never found her. My parents died shortly after I guess from broken heart or something, I’m not sure. So, anyways, it’s just been me for awhile.” Kennedy’s heart broke for him.

“Everett…I’m so sorry. I can’t believe your entire family is gone. I just don’t understand…and you had so many siblings…how old were you?” Everett shifted uncomfortably.

“Uh well I was…I don’t know. I really don’t want to talk about this anymore. What about you? You just have one brother?”

“Yeah…” Kennedy looked at him suspiciously. “Jonathan. He’s twenty-four. He’s in the army, stationed at Fort Bragg. Our parents died when I was twelve. A car accident.” Everett looked down at his hands. Kennedy wondered what he was thinking about. Death seemed to make him really uncomfortable. It shouldn’t surprise her though when your entire family is gone you wouldn’t want to think about death too much. After dinner they walked to his car.

“Can I show you something?” Everett asked her suddenly. Kennedy was freezing but she wanted more time with Everett.

“Sure.” He took her hand, which was once again soft and quite warm, and they walked a little ways together. He took her to a pier, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the stars were glimmering. There were twinkle lights all around the pier. It was the most beautiful thing Kennedy had seen.

“It’s so peaceful here.” Kennedy said.

“I come here to think sometimes.” Everett said nodding

“About what?”

“Life…” Everett hesitated, “and death. Kennedy, if you had one day left to live what would you do?”

Kennedy thought about this for a moment.

“I’m not really sure. I would do all the things I would be afraid to do. I would sky dive, I would make sure everyone knows how I feel about him or her. I’d make sure everyone I loved is taken care of.” Everett looked at her with pure admiration.

“What?” Kennedy asked

“Nothing. Come on we should get you back. It’s cold out here.” He grabbed her hand and they walked back to the car.

When Kennedy got home Colleen was already asleep. Kennedy got into bed and thought about Everett. There was something about him. She couldn’t put her finger on it but he was different. He was someone she would want to be with every minute of every day. She sighed happily when suddenly her phone buzzed. She looked down and saw it was from him.

Sleep well.

#thedeathlist #love #death #grim reaper #young adult #teen #life

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awellboiledicicle · 7 years ago

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The whole shopping scene amuses me though bc like gyro has english as a second language [possibly farther down the line depending on if he speaks others or not], is not familiar with the way people spell shit that isn’t proper english, and didn’t usually shop so he’s just pulling hsit off the shelves like “here” and waiting to see if Johnny argues with him. like just look under the readmore if u want to see what has distracted me for now

Gyro and Johnny spent rather longer than intended looking for something suitable to have for dinner. Mostly, because there was fuck all to purchase that wasn’t riding rations or basic supply. This wasn’t a main stop, the mountain checkpoint being several miles still to go, so there wasn’t complimentary food either.

Their also wasn’t an even space to be found, which aggravated Johnny to no end. Eventually Gyro just started pushing him over bumps so he could rest his arms.

“You know, I don’t think they’ll get upset if we just… bring back something dried. I think they’ll live.” Johnny was looking along the shelves of the small general store, trying to see if he could find something he thought would go down easy. Gyro made a noise of discontent, examining a box on one of the upper shelves before putting it back. “You know they won’t lock us out, right? I don’t think the shack has a lock.”

“That isn’t comforting, Johnny.” He grabbed another box, squinting, and then handing it down for Johnny to hold onto. It was followed shortly by several cans of food and a couple loose potatoes. “We can make due with cans, I guess.”

“Headway’s going to lose their mind. Canned mushrooms—oh, boxed chips that’s new, must be made here—and fresh potatoes.” Johnny looked over the bright image of a tomato on the label of one of the cans. He held it up at Gyro’s sound of curiosity. “Most people don’t get a hold of canned stuff easy. It’s cheaper to get things fresh and make due. Dunno if they’ve ever had canned food; is that different overseas?”

Gyro hummed idly, taking them along the aisle and handing him a tin of oatmeal.

“I didn’t handle buying food.”

“Oh la-de-dah.” Johnny snorted, rearranging things on his lap. “That why you’re burning through my pocket money with the fancy oatmeal? We could just get some grits, it’d be fine--”

“I want to make sure you two are eating well.” The two were mutually glad the other couldn’t see the pink in their cheeks. Gyro focused on processing the hand-written labels on a few jars, which he felt existed to test the limits of his English education. “You cook more than I do, and we both know Headway won’t eat if we look hungry still. We’re ahead enough right now that we can afford a good night. Also, I don’t know how to cook grits.”

“Very humble of you, but I can cook. Do you know how to make oatmeal? Or anything with the stuff you handed me?” “…”

“Stew, with oatmeal for dessert it is, then.” Johnny looked around and pointed him toward some glass containers at the end of the front counter. “If we get a jar of maple syrup or just some brown sugar, we can get something sweet going. Oh, and some penny candy if we’re going to be fancy with things. We get more than six, I think they might implode.”

“Is six pennies a lot?” His tone was mild, primarily because he had no real personal interest in delving into the American economic system. Johnny shrugged and snagged a small box of ball bearings off the shelf as Gyro steered them both toward the candy.

“Eh, it depends on who you ask—think you could spin these?”

“If I had to, I suppose… it’d probably be smart to have some extras around.”

“It also would mean I don’t have to try using yours.”

“… Johnny I have never let you use my steel balls.” “Oh, look” Johnny suddenly became very interested in the various candy jars. “They have taffy.”

“Johnny,” Gyro’s eyes narrowed and he leaned over top the chair to peer down at Johnny, who did his best impression of a cat trying to avoid being pet. “Were you touching them without permission?”

“Lightly. Maybe.” Johnny couldn’t do his general hand-waving that he’d picked up from the other man and Headway, and thus settled for rolling his eyes. “You fell asleep on me, alright, so I poked one. It’s not like I took it and threw it at a tree.”

Gyro’s serious face wavered only because he remembered doing something like that. In a blink, like his moods often went, his expression shifted to a look of coyness.

“Oh no, I know that look.”

“You’re buying whatever wine we can find in this place, too.” Gyro hummed his way around Johnny’s chair to peer at the liquor display behind the counter. “Good wine, too. Not something you’d find in the bars in San Diego.”

“That’s fair.” Johnny sat up in his chair before muttering and settling back down. “Pick something that looks fancy, I can’t see for shit.”

“My fancy, or yours, or Headway’s? Because i’m seeing more of their type of fancy.” Neither of them were paying terribly close attention to the look of amusement and annoyance the shopkeeper was cultivating. Primarily because Gyro was physically incapable of using an inside voice while actually inside. “So long as it gets us off our heads for a bit, it’ll do.”

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