#young loubbie

[thequeerlibrarian]

Tagged by @pjm-1 to share six songs I've been loving lately <3

Tagging @rollingthunderpouringrain @0oolookitsme @astaneys @loubbies @fonkeloog @herefortheharrys @haveyoueverwondered @princessconsuelapark <3

[harrysmaison]

ONE LINE, ANY FIC

Rule: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people.

(some of these are wips. Bc i don't have 10 fics out yet)

I was tagged by @loubbies and @larrysballetslippers . Thanks lovelies.

1. The reincarnation fic (wip)

Green erupted his vision, bright and opaque and present, looking back at him with concern and mild excitement shining like little dew drops on fresh wetland grass.

2. 19th century fic (wip)

In fact, he was amused and dare he say, a little endeared by this carefree looking young man and his unbridled rambling.

3. Christmas au

He dreams of blue eyes looking nearly olive under golden lights and warm feet against his.

4. Vampire Harry fic (wip)

He shoots Harry a grateful smile –which the vampire returns with a loving one of his own– before looking at Niall apologetically

5. Gender fic

Louis feels his heart tug when he realises that tonight will be the same as every other night.

6. Broken elbow fic

Louis should literally be crying with gratitude right now, because Harry didn’t let himself freak out over that news.

7. Boyfriends au (wip)

“Your tea is magic, Lou,” Harry tells him then, eyes still closed but the smile on his face is back and bigger than before, his little dimple popping out.

8. Spiderman louis au (wip)

There was one thing he never wanted to feel, he'd told Louis, and that one thing was hopelessness.

9. uni au (wip)

The last thing he saw was the wetness shining in Harry’s eyes, glimmering under the flash of lightning, the sad tilt of his mouth and the flush of his cheeks, before Louis slammed the door to his face.

10. (This is an abandoned fic but i don't have any more wips rn 😭)

And if an infinitesimally small tear escapes his eye while he has his head stuffed in the softest pillow of his bed, it's not like anyone's ever gonna know or care about that.

Tagging (if you've done it already, ignore!) @thedevilinmybrain @cowboylarries @halohamilton @allwaswell16 @brightgolden @itsnotreal @pocketsunshineharry @agape-28 @dragmedown @thosefookinvacados

[visualarchive-mirandy]

Mirandy visual archive is getting started!

I had to move it from Ao3 to here because apparently it didn't comply with Ao3 guidelines, so I guess now we hope tumblr won't die anytime soon haha

For art from other websites I'm showing a quick preview and then the link, and the full art behind readmore, I hope everyone will be happy with that so it's still saved on here in case old links to other sites stop working but so it isn't mean reposting, I really don't want to steal from anyone I just want the fandom to be more easily accessible for everyone. If you don't want your external art featured just ask/message!

All the kiss manips I had already collected on Ao3 have been posted!

Other tags I'm already using are

Fluff, angst, established, getting together, flirting, first time, glam, lemon, kiss, lip kiss, cheek kiss, air kiss, hug, cuddling, bed, domestic, wedding, proposal, family, pre-canon, canon, post-canon, AU, Andrea, long hair Andy, short hair Andy, Miranda, young Miranda, family, Cassidy and Caroline, Nigel, Emily

In combination with

Art, comic, manip, photo story, gif, meme, icons, movie still, other media

(so fluff + art: visualarchive-mirandy.tumblr.com/tagged/fluff%20art)

I'm also starting @visualarchive-loubbie-heistwives and @visualarchive-fleurmione again and some other ships soon but mirandy is my favourite so this is the start!

If you want to help mod for any of them or for a different ship I haven't started yet send an ask! Mirandy is the main blog so I wont give the login data to just anyone but you can also send me art I haven't reblogged yet, yours and others!

[sun-avenue]

short tales: loubbie.//01.

There was nothing like being a thief.

The adrenaline rushing through your veins, your heart beating too fast, too loud, seconds before you decide to make someone else’s thing your own. The sweat and the shaking muscles trying to scream at you because your whole body knows that’s not a right thing and trying to stop you. But, at the same time, your mind is already set in a goal and you think right and wrong are just concepts walking together in a thin line. Debbie embraced that hormonal rush as if it was a drug and she loved getting high on it. It made her feel alive. She was in love with danger and being in control was something she needed like lungs need air.

After 24 years not having control in anything in her life, that was the most precious feeling being a thief gave her.

So she was in love with being a thief, but as she’d heard so many times while growing up, there should be a limit (“there’s always a limit”, her brother used to say to her when they were younger) and a night out in a crowded club after too many shots of tequilas was definitely hers.

Debbie was classified as a criminal (she hated that, the word made her sound dirty, which yes, maybe she was, but really?) but she was also a human being, which meant Saturday nights sometimes were enjoyed better with alcohol, loud music, a few girls to kiss and too many guys to flirt with. Debbie was a planner, only acting when sure of all the possibilities, and after a few attempts, she learned the hard way that she couldn’t act in any plan after tequila. If anything, tequila gave her bad ideas and even worse plans.

The song filled the place with a generic, loud and repetitive beat. People started cheering. It was probably a number 1 hit, but Debbie couldn’t care less about the hits playing on the radio right now, so she wasn’t sure. Even though being there was something she enjoyed occasionally, it wasn’t her thing at all. What always made her come back was knowing it would be too loud and too dark and she wouldn’t be able to think straight or focus in her own deep thoughts for at least a couple of hours. And surely that was a great gift for someone whose mind wouldn’t shut up. Ever.

But it’s been hours, and she was ready to call it a night. No girls, no boys, no stupid plans because of a mind screaming for adventures mixed with hard liquor. Looking around, a sea of bodies moving together without a proper rhythm, drunk enough to keep their eyes closed without a worry in the world, somehow made her feel like she didn’t belong. That feeling followed her around everywhere, but when it found her in the middle of a club, she knew it was time to go home.

Debbie was ready to pack her stuff and leave without paying (well she planned to, but the bartender was too far away, and she wouldn’t bother to call him) when she saw it.

A crystal, shining, precious necklace, looking more expensive than the club itself, around some girl’s neck that she didn’t even bother to look at. The girl danced freely, drunk enough not to notice a thing around her except the masculine hands holding her by the waist, and Debbie knew, she just knew, that in 50 seconds that necklace could be in her back pocket and the girl wouldn’t even notice until tomorrow morning when searching for her clothes to leave that boy’s (who she kept grinding into) small, smelly apartment.

Debbie couldn’t stop staring at the piece of jewelry 10 feet away from her, looking exactly like she felt: as if it didn’t belong there. It was too fancy, too posh for a messy club like that. If she could guess, it was probably an old, valuable family piece, framing neck after neck for generations. It must cost a fortune. Eyes fixed on it, memorizing the way the colorful lights reflected on it, Debbie mentally said a big “fuck you” to her own rules about not stealing anything after tequila and especially not in a night that was supposed to be her night off.

But it was gorgeous, looked old and expensive, and its owner was so drunk she wouldn’t notice a yellow elephant in front of her at that moment. It was perfect. Ten steps and Debbie would leave with a buzz in her veins still trying to process the alcohol and a jewelry hidden in her pants. Ten steps and she could leave to have a good night of sleep by herself with a lot of money to receive the morning after.

Debbie was ready to stand up, heart already beating faster than before, fingers slightly shaking in excitement for the unknown, the adrenaline about to kick in, filling her like cocaine fills an addicted, when a strange voice made her jump and pushed her back to the moment around her, with an annoying song playing too loud and a glass breaking somewhere.

“I have a camera if you want.” The voice said.

Debbie looked away from the girl’s neck for the first time, knowing the moment was now ruined because she was too busy staring at that damn thing to notice she was also being stared at. Her focus was gone, the ten feet she had to walk were now looking further away and she knew it was probably too late to plan it all over again.

“Excuse me?” Debbie asked, turning to look properly at whoever ruined her shot at paying for better meals for the next 3 months. Her question sounded more like a cry in frustration than anything else.

“A camera. To take a picture and keep it, you know? You were basically eating that poor girl alive.”

The tall, blonde figure in front of Debbie made herself visible in the best way that she could under the terrible lighting in the place. Notably, she was drinking straight vodka like it was a glass of water. Her black suit matched her black tie, and Debbie caught herself thinking about how she never learned suits could embrace a female figure so well. The woman in front of her was painfully beautiful, making her forget everything about the necklace. But forget beautiful – she looked interesting. And the Smelly Club, as Debbie liked to call it, wasn’t a place to find interesting people.

“What? Oh. Oh! No, no, I wasn’t looking at her.” She rushed to reply, allowing herself to approach the tall figure who was sitting at the bar as if she was sitting in her own sofa back home.

“I don’t know, you looked pretty focused on her.” The blonde raised an eyebrow, a mystique smile on her lips, the kind of smile that could contain any lie that you’d still believe in it.

“Trust me, I wasn’t interested in her at all.” Debbie answered, trying to remember what was it that she was, in fact, interested in. Her foggy mind couldn’t even remember what she was doing before that conversation. The tall woman murmured something that pretty much said she didn’t believe it at all, but she wasn’t going to argue. “In fact, I was just leaving.”

That. That she could remember. She was leaving. She was drunk enough to leave.

“What? Already? It’s only 2:00 AM.”

“You mean it’s already 2:00 AM. That’s why I’m leaving.”

The woman scoffed.

“You don’t go out much, do you? People are still deciding where they want to go at 2:00 AM. Sit down, have another drink.”

Debbie was ready to gently decline, even though all the bones in her body ached wanting to stay and just talk to someone for the first time in forever, when the blonde concluded: “It’s on me.”

Looking around, the same bodies on the dancefloor didn’t look that terrible anymore. They looked like young people having fun, succeeding in forgetting their problems, whatever they were. They looked like people Debbie wished she was, if only she could allow herself to just let go of control. Just once.

And so she did, and accepted an adventure unlike the ones she was used to, embracing a new kind of buzz.

Debbie blinked and sited beside the tall blond figure, thanking the Gods for choosing high heels to wear that night. She received a smile back, and, moments later, a glass with an unknown drink.

“I’m Lou, by the way.” The blond said when their fingers met for a few seconds while Debbie grabbed her glass trying not to drop it. Drunk Debbie was a mess and she was aware of it. She took a sip of it, not bothering to ask what it actually was.

“I’m Debbie. It’s nice to meet you.”

And there it was – that same mysterious smile from minutes ago. Lou’s deep blue eyes stared at her, burning her skin as if they knew every secret in the world and as if Debbie had no idea what they were about.

Somehow the rush in her body was back and made her feel uneasy. She wasn’t used to feeling that buzz without planning or thinking about criminal activity. But everything in Lou screamed “danger”, begging you to be careful with the unknown. Debbie pretended she didn’t even notice, but deep down she knew it – and she secretly loved it.

“It’s so very nice to meet you, too.”

They smiled at each other like they were sharing a secret, and maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the vibe in the room making her head spin, but Debbie was almost sure Lou was, indeed, sharing one.

[sunvenue]

short.stories {loubbie;o8 edition}

There was nothing like being a thief.

The adrenaline rushing through your veins, your heart beating too fast, too loud, seconds before you decide to make someone else’s thing your own. The sweat and the shaking muscles trying to scream at you because your whole body knows that’s not a right thing and trying to stop you. But, at the same time, your mind is already set in a goal and you think right and wrong are just concepts walking together in a thin line. Debbie embraced that hormonal rush as if it was a drug and she loved getting high on it. It made her feel alive. She was in love with danger and being in control was something she needed like lungs need air. 

After 24 years not having control in anything in her life, that was the most precious feeling being a thief gave her.

So she was in love with being a thief, but as she’d heard so many times while growing up, there should be a limit (“there’s always a limit”, her brother used to say to her when they were younger) and a night out in a crowded club after too many shots of tequilas was definitely hers. 

Debbie was classified as a criminal (she hated that, the word made her sound dirty, which yes, maybe she was, but really?) but she was also a human being, which meant Saturday nights sometimes were enjoyed better with alcohol, loud music, a few girls to kiss and too many guys to flirt with. Debbie was a planner, only acting when sure of all the possibilities, and after a few attempts, she learned the hard way that she couldn’t act in any plan after tequila. If anything, tequila gave her bad ideas and even worse plans.

The song filled the place with a generic, loud and repetitive beat. People started cheering. It was probably a number 1 hit, but Debbie couldn’t care less about the hits playing on the radio right now, so she wasn’t sure. Even though being there was something she enjoyed occasionally, it wasn’t her thing at all. What always made her come back was knowing it would be too loud and too dark and she wouldn’t be able to think straight or focus in her own deep thoughts for at least a couple of hours. And surely that was a great gift for someone whose mind wouldn’t shut up. Ever.

But it’s been hours, and she was ready to call it a night. No girls, no boys, no stupid plans because of a mind screaming for adventures mixed with hard liquor. Looking around, a sea of bodies moving together without a proper rhythm, drunk enough to keep their eyes closed without a worry in the world, somehow made her feel like she didn’t belong. That feeling followed her around everywhere, but when it found her in the middle of a club, she knew it was time to go home.

Debbie was ready to pack her stuff and leave without paying (well she planned to, but the bartender was too far away, and she wouldn’t bother to call him) when she saw it.

 A crystal, shining, precious necklace, looking more expensive than the club itself, around some girl’s neck that she didn’t even bother to look at. The girl danced freely, drunk enough not to notice a thing around her except the masculine hands holding her by the waist, and Debbie knew, she just knew, that in 50 seconds that necklace could be in her back pocket and the girl wouldn’t even notice until tomorrow morning when searching for her clothes to leave that boy’s (who she kept grinding into) small, smelly apartment.

Debbie couldn’t stop staring at the piece of jewelry 10 feet away from her, looking exactly like she felt: as if it didn’t belong there. It was too fancy, too posh for a messy club like that. If she could guess, it was probably an old, valuable family piece, framing neck after neck for generations. It must cost a fortune. Eyes fixed on it, memorizing the way the colorful lights reflected on it, Debbie mentally said a big “fuck you” to her own rules about not stealing anything after tequila and especially not in a night that was supposed to be her night off.

But it was gorgeous, looked old and expensive, and its owner was so drunk she wouldn’t notice a yellow elephant in front of her at that moment. It was perfect. Ten steps and Debbie would leave with a buzz in her veins still trying to process the alcohol and a jewelry hidden in her pants. Ten steps and she could leave to have a good night of sleep by herself with a lot of money to receive the morning after.

Debbie was ready to stand up, heart already beating faster than before, fingers slightly shaking in excitement for the unknown, the adrenaline about to kick in, filling her like cocaine fills an addicted, when a strange voice made her jump and pushed her back to the moment around her, with an annoying song playing too loud and a glass breaking somewhere.

“I have a camera if you want.” The voice said.

Debbie looked away from the girl’s neck for the first time, knowing the moment was now ruined because she was too busy staring at that damn thing to notice she was also being stared at. Her focus was gone, the ten feet she had to walk were now looking further away and she knew it was probably too late to plan it all over again.

 “Excuse me?” Debbie asked, turning to look properly at whoever ruined her shot at paying for better meals for the next 3 months. Her question sounded more like a cry in frustration than anything else.

“A camera. To take a picture and keep it, you know? You were basically eating that poor girl alive.”

 The tall, blonde figure in front of Debbie made herself visible in the best way that she could under the terrible lighting in the place. Notably, she was drinking straight vodka like it was a glass of water. Her black suit matched her black tie, and Debbie caught herself thinking about how she never learned suits could embrace a female figure so well. The woman in front of her was painfully beautiful, making her forget everything about the necklace. But forget beautiful – she looked interesting. And the Smelly Club, as Debbie liked to call it, wasn’t a place to find interesting people.

“What? Oh. Oh! No, no, I wasn’t looking at her.” She rushed to reply, allowing herself to approach the tall figure who was sitting at the bar as if she was sitting in her own sofa back home.

“I don’t know, you looked pretty focused on her.” The blonde raised an eyebrow, a mystique smile on her lips, the kind of smile that could contain any lie that you’d still believe in it.

“Trust me, I wasn’t interested in her at all.” Debbie answered, trying to remember what was it that she was, in fact, interested in. Her foggy mind couldn’t even remember what she was doing before that conversation. The tall woman murmured something that pretty much said she didn’t believe it at all, but she wasn’t going to argue. “In fact, I was just leaving.”

That. That she could remember. She was leaving. She was drunk enough to leave.

 “What? Already? It’s only 2:00 AM.”

“You mean it’s already 2:00 AM. That’s why I’m leaving.”

The woman scoffed.

“You don’t go out much, do you? People are still deciding where they want to go at 2:00 AM. Sit down, have another drink.”

Debbie was ready to gently decline, even though all the bones in her body ached wanting to stay and just talk to someone for the first time in forever, when the blonde concluded: “It’s on me.”

Looking around, the same bodies on the dancefloor didn’t look that terrible anymore. They looked like young people having fun, succeeding in forgetting their problems, whatever they were. They looked like people Debbie wished she was, if only she could allow herself to just let go of control. Just once.

And so she did, and accepted an adventure unlike the ones she was used to, embracing a new kind of buzz.

Debbie blinked and sited beside the tall blond figure, thanking the Gods for choosing high heels to wear that night. She received a smile back, and, moments later, a glass with an unknown drink.

“I’m Lou, by the way.” The blond said when their fingers met for a few seconds while Debbie grabbed her glass trying not to drop it. Drunk Debbie was a mess and she was aware of it. She took a sip of it, not bothering to ask what it actually was.

“I’m Debbie. It’s nice to meet you.”

And there it was – that same mysterious smile from minutes ago. Lou’s deep blue eyes stared at her, burning her skin as if they knew every secret in the world and as if Debbie had no idea what they were about. 

Somehow the rush in her body was back and made her feel uneasy. She wasn’t used to feeling that buzz without planning or thinking about criminal activity. But everything in Lou screamed “danger”, begging you to be careful with the unknown. Debbie pretended she didn’t even notice, but deep down she knew it – and she secretly loved it.

“It’s so very nice to meet you, too.”

They smiled at each other like they were sharing a secret, and maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the vibe in the room making her head spin, but Debbie was almost sure Lou was, indeed, sharing one.

[indiesoul96]

Prompts

Carol:

AU Older Therese x younger Carol

AU Carol/Harry Potter Crossover

Ocean’s 8:

AU ‘The Proposal’ crossover

AU Carol/Ocean’s 8 crossover - Lou x Therese

AU Lou and Debbie meet in rehab

AU Oceans 8/Harry Potter crossover - young loubbie

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So I kind of had this idea of putting the prompts I’ve received and those I’ve found here on tumblr in the same post, so as to make a list.

This is obviously a short one but if you want you can send me your prompts and I will add them to this shortcut list, so that if anyone’s interested in writing one them they can find some quick inspiration here!!! Also, I find super fun those chain-prompts in which one starts with a small intro and others continue the prompt.

I’ve noticed Tumblr has been a bit dead lately, and since we all enjoy wonderful fanfics, it’d be cool to let the inspiration and creativity flow 💙

[janetbrown711]

So uh- I created some ducktales ocs

The first three are Loubby children, the last is the daughter of Huey and a woman who didn’t stay

I blame @rllyjohnrlly and @squorkal for this honestly.

In order:

Selena Duck

Selena (or Lena Jr. According to Lena) is the oldest child of her family. She’s not the biggest fan of adventuring, and is the most disconnected sibling from her mother. Webby struggled with the commitment of being a mom in Selena’s youngest days, so she wasn’t around as much. This in turn means that Selena is incredibly close to her dad.

Personality:

Quiet

responsible

affable

obidient

observant

intelligent

fear of failing

Looks: flowy hair, a quiet look in her eye, always wearing her favorite dress.

Likes:

her friends

great uncle Donald

people giving her credit where credit is due

being the oldest sibiling

button ups

pink

her dad

Aunt Lena

drawing

Uncle Huey

Dislikes:

Uncle Dewey

sweaters

family road trips

hot dogs

being ignored

Favorite Sibling:

Neither

Favorite Parent:

Louie

Miles Duck

Miles is a momma's boy and is the most like Webby and Uncle Dewey. He's quite the wild child and wants to grow up to be just like his Uncle Dewey. Miles makes up for not getting as much attention when he was younger by trying to steal all of his mom’s attention now by being just like her and Uncle Dewey. 

Personality:

wild child

impulsive

confident

exuberant

quarrelsome 

slovenly

cocky

Looks: crazy curly hair, always has a band aid on him somewhere, and is always wearing blue.

Likes:

his pirate shirt

Uncle Dewey

band aids

his mom

attention

hot dogs

riding his bike

playing tag

blue

Dislikes:

helmets

uncle Huey

great uncle Donald

scraping his knee

insults

Favorite Sibling?

Lucilia. Selena won’t play with him

Favorite Parent?

Webby

Lucilia ‘Lucy’ Duck

Lucilia is the youngest child and has gotten the most consistent amount of attention throughout her life. She lives for it too. She likes to sing and dance, wear oversized shoes and bows,  carry fake purses and basically all sparkly things. She's adorable and knows it. She's a lot like her dad because she knows how to swindle for things she wants and is a definite daddy's girl

Personality:

adorable

polite

made for the stage

attention hog

optimistic

imaginative

Looks: strawberry blond-ish wavy hair (like her great grandma Hortense), is always wearing her signature big bow and giant cowboy boots

Likes:

pink

sparkles

purple

blue

green

bows

butterflies

attention

bargaining with her mom

gems

being cute

being told she’s cute

Dislikes:

everything her parents dislike (even if she doesn’t know what they even are)

dirt

bargaining with her dad

brown

spaghetti

being told she’s annoying

ponytails

Favorite sibling:

Selena

Favorite parent:

Both

Hazel Duck

Hazel is extremely smart and observant, though really really shy. She understood from a young age that it wasn't normal to not have a mom and sorta envies her cousins for having both, but Huey has informed her of his own childhood so she understands that its still okay to not have a mom. She loves camping and astronomy and is also a Junior Woodchuck. Huey even gave her his old book, which she cherishes.

Personality:

shy

introverted

politie

independant

nature lover

star gazer

Looks: a lot like her mom, though she’ll never really know that. Curly hair always kept in a ponytail, always wearing a large sweater with shorts and converse

Likes:

camping

star gazing

being a Junior Woodchuck

her dad

great uncle Donald

sweaters

pink and blue together

safety

the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook

being alone

reading

Dislikes:

her mom, who she’s never met

dry heat

dancing

being under prepared

having her hair down

talking to people she doesn’t know

being lonely

fries

ketchup

Favorite sibling:

she has none

Favorite parent:

Huey

[waveypedia]

Aunt/Mom Selene AU

who’s ready for a flood of spear of selene content from me?? :D This was originally going to be an Aunt Selene AU, but then @donaldtheduckdad came up with the amazing idea of Selene being the triplets’ godly parent (she’s a goddess. It’s Greek mythology. I’m pretty sure there’s a demigod in Trials of Apollo with same-sex parents. It WORKS okay.) I already came up with a lot of these ideas yesterday but I had a bunch of stuff going on, but a lot of these would work for Mom Selene as well as Aunt Selene so just take it. Take it and let me immerse myself in godly parent/aunt headcanons. :P

So Selene somehow finds out Della died/disappeared and had kids who are living with Donald soon after, and she, being the parent/Della’s BFF just decides to kind of adopt the kids. She doesn’t take them away from Donald or anything, she just gives them a new parent.

She doesn’t have any adopting intentions the first time she comes around, but crap these kids are so cute and they need a mom in their life here I come

She doesn’t live at the houseboat, of course - she’s a goddess with her own family and homes all over Greece as well as Mount Olympus. But she comes by quite often. 

I like to think they have a weekly tradition of all eating dinner together, but Selene probably comes by more often on most weeks (provided she’s not dealing with some sort of godly emergency)

Selene is there to pick the kids up from school when Donald can’t, be a babysitter when Donald can’t find one (or, you know, she’s their auntie she’d be a good babysitter even when Donald can find one), and she’s always there on their birthdays and stuff

Donald doesn’t want Selene giving him money, he’s much too proud for that (it drives her nuts), but sometimes when he’s in a really tough spot she’ll bring dinner by and he’ll find a couple hundred dollars and maybe some Greek currency on the counter and he just can’t say no

It kills Selene that Donald won’t let her tell any stories of Della adventuring with Scrooge, but she does her best to tell them tamer tales that don’t involve Scrooge like Della crashing planes for fun

When Zeus finds out he’s really pissed off, especially if it’s Mom Selene, but Selene and the other gods (who’ve either fallen in love with or grown really annoyed by all the stories Selene tells of her adorable mortal triplet babies) won’t let him anywhere near them, and since they’ve cut ties with Scrooge he reluctantly stays away. When they reunite he’s really pissed, but somehow maintains self-control and waits until they crash on Ithaquack to let his rage out

Zeus is also really pissed since he keeps trying to get revenge by making the Sunchaser crash (since ya know planes are in the sky and that’s his domain), but Launchpad does that just fine without him 

Speaking of the other gods, Selene would totally invite them to meet the kids! Donald would be really pissed at first because she brought these all-powerful dangerous beings in to play with his babies but Selene gave them a strict lecture beforehand and everyone is fine. Mostly.

Ares still isn’t allowed in Donald’s house, though.

Poseidon and Athena visit most often. Poseidon was immediately taken with the family because they live on a houseboat and Donald was in the Navy. Donald is reluctant to kick out Poseidon because he could easily get angry and upturn their houseboat, but Poseidon is good with the kids

Athena visits mostly because of Huey, and because of her rivalry with Poseidon, but she loves all of the kids. She was a bit miffed when Huey asked about Thoth, the Egyptian god of knowledge, though. (But they pulled some strings and Huey got his visit.)

Hermes also visits a lot (he likes Louie), but he’s really busy. He feels a bit responsible though, because there are all these dark gods and entities attracted by Louie’s morally greyer side.

So basically, everyone in the family has a god. Poseidon for Donald, Athena for Huey, Selene for Dewey, and Hermes for Louie.

Scrooge gets Zeus

Also, Storkules! Since Selene found out, so would he. Selene visits more often then him, simply because she’s a goddess and has more flexibility, but more often than not he’s there for Friday family dinners

He’s also there when Donald’s not in a horrible mood, giving them time to strengthen their friendship

Donald is worried about letting Storkules babysit the kids at first, since he doesn’t know his own strength, but after one afternoon when he could find no one else (Selene, surprisingly, was busy), he realizes that all his concerns have been in vain and Storkules is amazing with kids

Selene tries to take the kids in her moon chariot.

Donald does not agree.

Dewey sneaks out anyway.

When the canon timeline rolls around, Storkules and Selene show up at the houseboat for their Friday family dinner to find it gone and freak

They’re running around Mount Olympus and heading off to other god hangouts trying to find them

Selene is really scared Zeus did something 

Finally Poseidon shows up and tells them about the Atlantis adventure, but he doesn’t know about their current whereabouts

Finally Hestia, goddess of the hearth, looks through the hearths in Duckberg and finds Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Webby chilling in front of the one in McDuck Manor (none of them checked McDuck Manor because they know how diligent Donald was about avoiding Scrooge, and they didn’t want to anger Zeus)

So they head off to McDuck Manor and Donald/HDL are so mad at themselves because they freaking forgot Selene and Storkules!

Scrooge is really wary at first, but Donald tells him about how they’ve been part of the family

Storkules gets a room in McDuck Manor, but he spends a lot of time in the houseboat with Donald. Selene, being a goddess, doesn’t need a room, but she spends a lot of time in Della’s old room, and it becomes hers

Selene gets along really well with Mrs. Beakley, and Storkules with Launchpad (demigod bros theory incoming)

Selene also gets along really well with Webby, as does Storkules, but Selene and Webby have a special bond

Webby has Mrs. Beakley, but despite being thousands of years old Selene appears nearer to the age of Webby’s mother, and those little details can do wonders

Also, Webby’s a lot like Della, in ways Dewey isn’t, and Selene and Webby just immediately click

Plus, Selene is beautiful and gives Webby fashion advice and rides on the moon chariot and advice on her girlfriends Lena and Gosalyn in the future (as well as Debbigail and Loubby and anyone Webby dates, but you bet if they hurt one feather on Webby’s head Selene will destroy them)

(as will Storkules, Donald, Mrs. Beakley, Launchpad, Scrooge, and the triplets)

(Webby’s lovers better watch out)

(She’s got a lot of people who care about her)

Because Selene is lesbian mom passing her lesbian advice onto her young bi adopted daughter

 When Dewey and Webby discover the Spear of Selene note, Dewey is heartbroken because he thought Selene didn’t know anything about what happened

They still go to Greece, wanting to confront Selene as much as they do Donald and Scrooge

Storkules just happens to be staying on Ithaquack when they crash and is overjoyed to show Huey and Louie his home and father, but Zeus kinda gets in the way of that

Selene wants to go help, but then she notices Dewey and Webby, her mini-Dellas, are missing and goes off to look for them

The monster guarding the Spear of Poseidon recognizes them and says hello

Selene meets them in her garden and is just as confused as they are. Webby finally confronts her, and she tells them there isn’t a spear of selene

whether Selene really is as in the dark about Della and the Spear of Selene is yet to be seen, but she doesn’t really hang around for the investigation. She just tells Dewey and Webby she’s told them all she knows/can tell, and shepherds them back to the group

the one bad thing about Selene being Mom Selene is that I was thinking since she’s not related to the triplets, she can have a special bond with Webby that’s not interrupted by the I’m not family train, since she isn’t family with any of them

But I love Mom Selene too much

Most of my AUs couldn’t happen in canon, but if Selene and Storkules decided to show up at McDuck Manor and be the new aunt/mom and uncles you wouldn’t see me mad! 

frank pls

give me goddess mom/aunt and demigod uncle fluff

[blackacre13]

Hey could u do Debbie losing her virginity to lou

Check out this two-parter prompt!

[blackacre13]

could you do some more young loubbie (high school/college) i love you amen

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