#webby (mentioned)

[stormy-nights-are-best]

Bradford in my transfem Webby gender-swap AU is transphobic so May and June are guys. They're Ember and Toby, for September and October :]

[mintytrifecta]

Hi there I personally would love to hear about your Max is a Webby prophet please and thank you

THE PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN

Okay first of all Max looks at the audience and camera in pretty much every scene he's in at least once I had to make a collage to get these examples in here and I still whittle them down

You know who else explicity looked at and sang at the audience in a metatextual way??

Hannah

Hannah, on some level, knows the narrative. She knows the world's nature and the nature of a musical being a 'time loop' of sorts, which is why she sings of tomorrow never coming. A dawn never breaking.

Webby's the Queen of the White, right? And what is dawn, really, if not bringing in the light of day to the darkness of night?

Both characters seem to share an intrinsic understanding of their world, whether comprehensible or not, and on some level are aware of its function. There's a chaos to their worlds and they always end in an apocalypse, but it's all practiced. It's all a loop. (roz and guil moment tbh)

But what I'm proposing, is that Max is a Hannah gone wrong. He can see the audience, understand the narrative and his place in it ("Don't need no-one to tell me, high school will be my peak, so I'm willing to take advantage" ) (" you can leave, but you won't, stay in your seat") but doesn't have the full scope of awareness that Hannah does. Hannah can see Webby and understand the story straight from the source, while Max pieces it together from the audience. Maybe Webby tried to explain things through them and Max just horribly misinterpreted it. Maybe he knows exactly what he's doing and has given up trying to find another solution. Maybe he never had a chance to escape the web in the first place.

Maybe webby gives him directions, tried to explain things to him, tried to get him to see the order beyond the world like Hannah, but it just never landed as well. What could really have spawned a god complex more than getting a glimpse at the True Nature of The World and knowing you're the one to make it happen. But Webby is the queen of the White, so it only seems to reason she brings Light to Darkness.

So not only am I going to say that Max is a Webby prophet, but also I ask you, where do you think his god complex came from?

(also he like deadass controlled the lights like straight up just made it darker the bitch controlled the lights why does no-one else care about that but me-)

TL;DR: Max is a Webby prophet currently stuck on the recieving end of the world's worst game of Divine Interpretation telephone and is taking it Really Well 👍

[webbytbh]

random Webby art that I have

[drawingducktalesducks]

Webby: Is Huey glaring at you?

Lena: Probably, yeah.

Webby: Huh. Why?

Lena: Secret.

Violet: Lena Vesuvian Sabrewing, what did you do.

Lena: I said rocks are boring.

Webby: GASP! To HUEY?!

Lena: Twice.

Violet: You are lucky to still be among the living.

Webby: ARE YOU OKAY?!!??

Lena: I'm missing a few feathers around the bite mark and kinda disappointed it didn't break skin, but yeah, great. A for effort.

[tuxedokit]

one of my favourite things is that 🦄 webby will just turn into some kind of goblin about either cream cheese or yogurt at random intervals

[yousummonusonceyousummonustwice]

Is the reason why you seek to kill Alice Woodward in some timelines because she possesses the ability to harm your true forms? We all saw what she did to Blinky

Fuck you I was having an off fucking day ok!?

Anyone can hurt me and my brothers if we’re in any form that isn’t our true form

[eclipsewarrior101]

(Web of lies au) how’s tinky holding up

1. Oh my gosh!!!! Hi. Thank you for the question. I didn’t think I would get any. 😊

Now on to the ask. Warning for mention of ptsd and a mental breakdown.

Now it Depends on where in the story.

If this is before: Steph, Pete and Hannah helped him escape

( you see Tinky rocking back abc forwards mumbling tick tick over and over. His hair is matted and he looks beyond exhausted and pale. His toy form so matted he smells a little. He is coveting his head saying “ tick….tock….tick….tock….the spiders eyes watch you her smile a mock”

If this is after: where the three kids save him and are at a secret location.

( you see Tinky clinging to Pete not wanting to leave his side. He’s mumbling words and not letting go. He looks like a scared toddler. Pete doesn’t mind)

Soooo yah. He’s….alright.

[ohmydais]

ruth jenny charlotte roxie rageddy ann as a whole webby miss holloway most kim chars tbh hello

WAAAUAHHGGH

[k-enjoyer]

i feel like out of all the kids Webby would be the one to have the Gen Z Experience™ of stumbling across a beheading video or some shit like that while surfing the internet at the ripe old age of 11🥲

[lemonsherbetsss]

Ok so! I have zero plan for how I’m writing this (probably a bad thing) but here is a post explaining (??) Angela Gearlooose and her backstory/lore !

This is Lengthyyyyyyyy I didn’t mean for it to be but yeah

���for starters, she exists within the headcanon/au in which Scrooge is Gyro’s adoptive father and where Gyro lived and grew up with Donald, Della and Scrooge. Angela was hatched before Della had and hatched Huey, Dewey and Louie. Della and Donald were ecstatic to be her aunt/uncle but no one was as excited as Scrooge was to become a Grandpa.

The plan was that Gyro would raise Angel in the mansion alongside HDL when they hatched with the help of Scrooge, Donald and Della but this did not happen after the Spear Of Selene. Obviously they all went their separate ways (Gyro obviously still works with McDuck Ind. but his close relationship to his family is no longer intact) and didn’t really have any contact with each other (I say really as for Gyro, Scrooge is just of arms reach but again aren’t as close).

Gyro raises Angel on his own somewhat and I’ve played with multiple ideas which I’ll talk about but I’ll talk about the original ideas first!

The first and original idea was that if Gyro was far to busy, he would drop Angel off at the mansion and she would spend the day there under the watchful eyes of Beakley (i stan Gyro and Beakley friendship they are real, in this I’d imagine Gyro and Bentina already know each other -with him being a McDuck ofc- and she is quite fond of him, their relationship being kind of grandmother-grandson / mother-son if that makes sense) . While at the mansion, she would also make and be good friends with Webby (I think Webby is a bit older than the triplets canonically so they’d be the same age).

Whenever at the Mansion, Angel tries her best to stay out of Scrooge’s way, she doesn’t know her relation to him yet but she feels as if she’s a bit of a burden in the mansion and that she’s always intruding when she is there so she tries to keep her head down and be respectful. As for Scrooge, I feel he wouldn’t want to address Angela, like let her know who he is, build an actual relationship at all (yet) because are you kidding me bro didn’t even do that for HDL the only reason that happened was because of Beakley and their trouble making. Not to say that I don’t think Beakley wouldn’t urge him to get to know Angel (she probably would as like I said she did the same with the triplets) but yeah Angel and Scrooge keep their distance and Angel doesn’t know how or even the fact that they’re connected.

The way she comes across the knowledge that he is her Grandfather is through Webby (because she knows everything McDuck). The way it went in my original lore explanation I made on my Instagram highlights was really lame but briefly (although yes this is basically it) it was:

Webby: how come you get so quiet and reclusive whenever Mr McDuck is around?

Angela: I don’t know, he’s an adult I don’t know, it’s respectful I guess.

Webby: wait what? But he’s your Grandpa

Angela: he’s my what.

(Sucky ik but let’s just roll w it for now 😭😭)

She nervously and quietly asks Gyro about it and Gyro’s shocked because he didn’t really like tell her much about their past and other family as it basically has just been the two together as a family (looking back now it’s kinda dumb I had this because Gyro is a genius and his daughter is friends with the McDuck obsessed kid also Angela literally sometimes stays at the home of said McDuck but whatever). His explanation is just a vague ‘I’m sorry I’ve kept so much about our family from you, it’s hard to explain, something bad happened a long time ago and that’s why their family is like this (mysterious n broken lol) and Scrooge doesn’t mean to be the way he is and it’s just complicated’. I imagined that as a child and because she doesn’t know a lot about the situation and she doesn’t know any better, Angel would have like a tiny voice in her head that’s trying to convince her that she’s to blame for the rapture of her family but yeah 👍👍👍 that was the original idea.

One of the ideas I’ve played with was Launchpad helping Gyro out with raising Angel and become like an uncle figure to her (bc I also believe in Lp gyro friendship 💪💪). I feel Gyro’d just want to to do everything on his own (bc 1) being so hurt from everything and 2) being so stubborn) and, bc Lp is nearby -him working for Scrooge as well- Launchpad wants to be friends and eventually learns about Angela and wants to help. At first it’d be just Lp offering small favours (like offering to drive, hold things -perhaps if Gyro’s got a lot on his hands literally idk 😭😭- offering to bring things down to the lab, offering to buy him anything he needs, offering to watch Angel for a sec, etc.), to which Gyro refuses time and time again until one day he reluctantly accepted, much to Launchpad’s surprise. With Lp watching Angel Gyro would be extremely reluctant and hesitant (giving Launchpad’s clumsy nature) but he lets it happen and nothing goes wrong (maybe a broken cup or something that makes Gyro freak out if Angel’s ok for a bit before the reassurance that she’s fine from Lp) and he let’s Lp look after her more and they become closer and very much like family, the first family Gyro’s had kinda of like??? ‘Around’ ig since the spear of Selene

There’s more ideas but this post is already too long so ig I’ll talk abt it another day

So this is it lol 😭😭 this is probably really bad bc I don’t usually do stuff like this but like I realise I never actually share my oc lore to any places so it’s good have something down ig

Also I said in a post before that Gyro still works an unhealthy amount (coping ig) but finds a way to do it while caring for Angel I’ll link it here when I can lol

Edit: forgot to add but Angel spends most her freetime in the lab w her dad (idk if that’s important but ya)

[genericstarkidfan]

Here a fic I typed (it’s under the cut). Im sure this is incredibly ooc

Wiggly watched as Hannah looked around wildly. Her eyes bulged with terror when she realised she was somewhere unknown.

She would be a fun toy to play with, Wiggly thought. Although not his favorite, the fact that she was Webby’s made her infinitely more fun than if she was just another citizen of Hatchetfield. It was rare he got to play with her. Usually Webby would snatch her away before he got a chance to. Even now, he wouldn’t be able to play for long because of the possibility of the black and white absorbing her.

Luckily for Wiggly, she’d been distracted with other realities, and he brought Hannah into Drowsy Town before she could call for help. Wiggly wasn’t even sure this Hannah knew where she was.

He wasn’t sure if that would make her more or less fun.

While he’d been thinking to himself, Hannah had started walking around.

“Webby?” she asked quietly, as if expecting an answer. Wiggly almost laughed to himself at her stupidity, instead bopping his head in excitement in the darkness.

He didn’t fully know Webby’s limits, but what he did know was that she wouldn’t be able to reach Hannah this far down. He doubted he would even be able to sense her presence here. She would definitely have a few guesses as to who took Hannah though. Webby would be on high alert for a long time after this and it would be unlikely that he’d see Hannah again for a long time after this.

His cheer soon turned into annoyance at the prolonged thought of Webby.

Webby was a stupid bitch, he thought, pushing down any stray feelings. She always thought the Lords in Black were too cruel to mortals and where did she end up? She used them as toys too, even if she played with them differently.

Didn’t she?

Wiggly’s tentacles squirmed at the thought, in what had to be annoyance.

That was what Hannah was to Webby after all, wasn’t it? Webby wouldn’t have talked with her if she wasn’t her toy, in Wiggly’s opinion. It wasn’t just Hannah either! She’d talked with her sister too, until Lex had grown out of it.

What made the way she played with her toys any different from the rest of the lords? At least they’d never told her about how she was playing wrong.

Wiggly was snapped out of his rumination by Hannah tripping over her own feet. He shoved away the bad thoughts and decided that now was a perfect time to make an entrance.

“Hello, Han-nah,” he said joyfully, watching her recoil in fear. He let the laughter bubbling in his chest out in a wheezy giggle. He knew that she hated that laugh in particular.

To her, he must have appeared as eyes glowing in the dark, the only light visible. Wiggly wondered if the way she pressed her eyes shut had something to do with that or if it was just because of him.

He could hear her whispering to herself, “Please help, Webby.”

He snickered again. “Your little pally-wal isn’t here. You’re being a rotten little banana,” he saw her flinch, “ignoring me in my own domain.”

To his disappointment, Hannah didn’t talk back, scooting backwards as he waited for a response. It almost reminded him of the way Webby acted whenever she got in trouble…

He ignored the thought the best he could, instead focusing on her expression of fear. It was so pitiful that it stirred up something in his chest. It made him feel good again.

Mortal faces always looked so funny when they were feeling something.

Their words were even funnier though.

“What? Don’t have anything to say to your new fwendy-wen?”

Hannah didn’t respond, instead beginning to shake. That wasn’t an unusual response for someone seeing him for the first time. Boring. He thought Webby’s toy would be more fun this time.

Maybe Wiggly should interact with her in her world again. She was way funnier that time…

“If you’re going to be boring, I might as well feed you to Nibbly. I’m sure it’d love eating Webby’s favorite.”

He wasn’t really planning on doing that. Webby was pissed last time he’d killed Hannah specifically and had interfered with both him and the other lords' plans far more after that. He didn’t need them blaming him for being unable to start an apocalypse again.

“I could eat you right now too, Han-nah. I think you’d taste like an annoying little banana.”

She still didn’t respond to him. Wiggly huffed in annoyance at her lack of reactions throughout the interaction. Hannah would be absorbed into the black and white if she stayed much longer.

“If you can’t entertain me, then you might as well just leave Drowsy Town,” he said before throwing her out of the black and white.

That version of Hannah was so annoying. Wiggly made a mental note to not take any Hannahs that were so boring again. Maybe he should go bother his siblings. He was sure any of his attempts to interfere with the world would be interrupted by Webby while she calmed down.

[voidsgalaxy]

Okay gonna post about the potential lord in black outfit adopts again now that it's 1. not night and 2. i've thought about it more

Each of the outfits would be based on the aesthetics of each lord (so pokeys would be theatre themed, wigglys would have a royalty/winter theme, etc)

I'll do 5 outfits per lord and also have them be $5 each. y'know cause 5 lords

If this does get enough attention/interest i'll also throw in some bonus sets of 3 based on Webby and Wilbur

[thelightwillbreakthrough]

like yeah hatchetfield is full of star crossed lovers etc etc but let’s talk about how it’s also full of DOOMED SIBLINGS. jane has to die for any number of timelines to exist, and losing her is the direct cause for emma’s role in any number of stories (not to mention everyone else who was affected…); after feeling like her diametric opposite for so long the only thing emma can do is settle in their hometown to find some kind of meaning in all of it. lex is the reason hannah is alive, but what does that mean if hannah’s birth is the event that split the timelines? if all lex wants is to provide for and protect her sister, but events spin beyond their control and make their situation all the worse? hannah can see beyond their world, she knows the end so to speak, but what can she do? how can she protect lex when she barely understands it herself? ted and pete care about each other, but their respective ages and ted’s curse mean their paths cross for too short a time to really appreciate each other, ted being ready to strike out on his own when pete is born, and being gone by the time pete is, with them never having the crucial moments you get when you go through things together. they, at the risk of sounding unbearably on the nose, didn’t have the time. and that’s not even getting into whatever happened with webby and the lords in black; whatever betrayal or split happened to have her working against all five of them, the brothers spreading discord and destruction while she stands alone protecting the world… it’s all so deeply, cosmically tragic

[yousummonusonceyousummonustwice]

How do you guys feel about Hannah?

Fucking bitch, ruining my plans

nothing in particular

I don’t really have any thoughts on her

Eugh, she’s ok I guess

Stupid fucking kid

Oh my god, I love Hannah! She’s like a daughter to me :>

[eclipsewarrior101]

A oneshot for the Wiggly’s Toy Sentencing au

Warning: for mention of toy abuse and sanity loss

His lowest Point:

Wiggly didn’t know what the term sink to your lowest meant, but now he sure did. In the last 6 months he has been pulled apart, ripped, shot into the sky taped to a rocket. He was forced to dress up for tea party’s. He was burned with cigarettes, his seams were ripped. He had been thrown around and was filthy as hell.

Now by the karma of some CRUEL joke he was in the hands of the weirdest man in the world. He was so grateful he was so torn up and ragged looking because this creep put him in a glass case saying he is too fragile. Once he was alone he just broke down. HE NEVER showed his stupid emotions but damn it webby why!!!!!

“ are you happy now dear sister!!!!! Is this what you wanted. I give up okay…….” He said that sentence and he hated that he did, but he was done with this shit, his voice broken “……I give up. I can’t take it anymore. I can’t take another day like this. I hope the show of my complete humiliation and suffering was worth it in the end. I bet you and the others are laughing at me. I bet this is SO funny.” He starts to get angrier at his situation then he yells with the last bit of strength he held onto “I hate you, you self righteous bitch!!!!” he screamed in anger and humiliation. His voice cracking as tears fell from his eyes.

He was supposed to be an Eldridge god. He was supposed to be all powerful, feared and respected. But now, he was just a stupid toy who has been abused and torn apart psychologically, physically and mentally by stupid Hatchetfield. He thought of his puppet/boyfriend Wiley and their Sniggles, he hoped they were okay. He missed cuddling them and holding them close.

He just curled up and just tried to drown out the snoring of that idiot Sherman. His body lightly rocking back and forward a little in pure surrender as the last of his sanity was gone. His all mighty attitude broken from the six months of humiliation and exhaustion. He just wanted to go home. He couldn’t remember saying the last sentence he said before he fell asleep, too sleep deprived to remember.

“ ….please. h-help me”

As he passed out, he didn’t see a small spider crawling close to him. It took pity on the ex gods plight. It knew that this would never help Wiggly learn humility, this wasn’t the plan.

So the small spider crawled away to its master. Hoping they would see that Wiggly needed a gently push in the right path.

Oooh. I wonder who will help Wiggly hmm 😏

Anyways. Hope you enjoyed this.

[iiotic]

Rhetorical Question (Il Dottore x Wife! Reader)

SUMMARY: you decided to stay in your husbands office as you didn't want to go home alone in the cold. it was already late, you didn't control your mouth and just said the first things that came to your head.

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─── જ ‎` ‎𓂃 TAGS: dottore x fem! wife! reader, fluff at first, angst/no comfort, immortal x mortal, let's just say that dottore didn't make you immortal in this scenario, death, mentions of Pantalone, akademiya flashbacks, mentions of kidnapping, ooc dottore? lowercase intended, not proffread, please inform me if i missed something.

NOTES: im back with writing y'all!! i dont know when i will post this yet but im so happy that im finally motivated again. this was suppose to be shorter but oh well. i also can't make summaries so forgive me.

the wind hitting the window could be heard even inside to coziness of your husband's office. the dangerous winter of sheznaya was not for the weak. you were thankful that you didn't need to work in the cold, thankful that you can stay inside on Zandik's couch under a warm blanket near the fireplace.

you sighed, snapping out of your thoughts. looking away from the window you acknowledged the closed book lying on your thighs. you forgot to mark the page again.

"what time is it?" you asked, eyeing your zandik who was apparently fighting with some paperwork, trying to get more funding from regrator.

normally he'd give the job to one of his segments, but ever since the ninth got an envelope covered in oil and other kind of sticky substances, signed webby ;3 he demanded that dottore need to write it himself.

"ten past eleven" he responded shortly after. "you know you can go home at any given moment. i could have one of my assistants escort you safely."

before you could protest he added. "as much as i appreciate your company i know that you might start talking gibberish somewhere around these hours."

"pff.. no, i will not." you murmured to yourself. you opened to the book that you were previously reading, searching for the page that you ended on. the clock hit twelve am. you soon started to get sleepy but didn't want to wake up to your husband saying "i told you to go home."

"if i were to leave you" you started but immediately cut off.

"are you planning to?" dottore eyed you from behind his desk, momentarily stopping his writing.

"no, of course not." you chuckled slightly at your husbands reaction. "it was a rhetorical question." he let out a pleased hum, signalling that you can continue your meaningless questions.

"rhetorically speaking, if i were to leave you or if i would get kidnapped, what would you do?" you laid down at the couch, not looking at dottore, however admiring the flames of the fireplace.

"dear, what kind of a question is that?"

"a rhetorical one."

he was silent or pheraps silenced. the room was silent, besides the wind hitting the window and the cozy fireplace burning. there wasn't any sound of dottore writing the letter. you could feel his eyes staring at the back of your head.

after a minute or two you started to question yourself if you should apologize. you relaxed slightly as your heard zandiks laughter echoing in the room.

"you'd never do that, i'd make sure of that." he replied shortly, already ending the conversation at that. he thought that you will stop but he was entirely wrong.

"you're right i wouldn't, BUT rhetorically speaking-" you started, but got cut off yet again. you sighed hearing dottores response.

"i do not answer dumb questions."

annoyed, you opened your book yet again, searching for the page yet again as you forgot to mark it again. you knew that arguing with zandik was pointless. if he doesn't want to say something, he won't. soon enough, your eyes felt heavy. you could feel them closing by themselfs.

later that night you woke up to a sudden weight beside you. groaning, you opened your eyes slightly to see your husband sitting on the other side of the bed.

"apologies, i didn't mean to wake you up." zandik said, slipping his shoes off and coming under covers to your now awake figure. you mumbled that it's fine, half sleeping. as soon as he fully laid down you cuddled your lover.

"i was thinking about the question you asked me earlier." you hummed in response, feeling his arm move to your hair. "if anyone or anything would take you away from me i'd go crazy." he chuckled lightly

"i'd send every single fatui to look for you. search every nation, every nook. i.. i know i don't say this often nor act like it but you mean so much to me. i don't know what i'd do without you. if you were to ever go missing i'd kill anyone just to see you again. i'd do anything just to see you again. i cannot imagine my life without you."

"oh.. my sweet zandik." you sighed, looking up at your lover "i will never leave you, i promise. im sorry if i upset you, i didn't mean to.

"you lied." dottore murmured looking at your lifeless body infront of him.

it was so terrible, so terrible. your eyes deprived from any emotions looking so lifeless, your body stabbed in various places. hair devolished, blood on your clothes. it was too late he told himself.

he crouched to your body, closing your eyes gently. why? why do you look so beautiful even though that you're no longer with him. you will always be the most beautiful creature in the whole universe for him.

later, he moved you to one of the rooms in his lab. a room that only he had access to. there you were laying in one of these gorgeous transparent coffins, one candle being the only light source in the room. you looked gorgeous, as always in your wedding dress that dottore himself changed you into.

he stood there just infront of you, fingers digging into his legs surely they started bleeding by now.

"you always made my days brighter when we were still in the akademiya, days seemed to go slower than now. at first you annoyed me terribly but i could never bring myself to tell you to leave. it soon formed into something more, at first fondness, friendship then love. i-i didn't know how to feel about this so i just distanced myself from you, but i couldn't bear it much longer as everything reminded me of you. your gorgeous smile, beautiful eyes, angelic voice.. how could you leave me like this. if only you told me about thise earlier, we could find a solution together. mortality is a curse.

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