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quiverwingquack · 4 months

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to face unafraid, the plans that we've made

(My giftee for @duckblrsecretsanta2023 was @georgiarose! I hope you like it!)

Gyro and Fenton decide to head home together, and are greeted with the first snow of the season.

The lab is quiet. Manny went home hours ago, and Boyd and Huey took Lil Bulb back to the mansion for some kind of sleepover. That was… four hours ago? Five? Gyro’s been too wrapped up in his latest project to pay much attention to the clock. If he just adjusts this dial, and attaches the wiring to the panels just right, it might work better than last time. And Fenton’s part should be finished tomorrow, so they can start beta tests on this version, so–

“It’s, um, it’s getting late, is all,” Fenton stumbles through his sentences. “I guess–I, um, I just think you should get some rest too. And now would be a good time! I–I mean, if you want to, that is, I–yeah. Sleep?”

Gyro looks up from the gizmo he’s been tinkering with, catching a glimpse of a fading blush on Fenton’s cheek feathers. He hadn’t been listening, but the sight gives him butterflies–why, he doesn’t know, they’ve been together for a few months now–and he puts down his work. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to go home and get some rest now, anyway. They’ve had a lot of late nights in the lab lately, one too many projects in progress, and he knows they’ll both do better work when they’re well-rested, anyway.

“That sounds great, Doctor,” he replies, watching that blush blossom across Fenton’s face again. He’s usually not one to tease, at least not so affectionately, but Fenton’s a sweetheart, and he loves to see him flustered. “Maybe I’ll buy us something to eat, on the way.”

“Oh! I, um, yeah. I–yes! Food sounds great!” Fenton smiles like sunshine, lighting up the lab as he turns to leave. “I’ll, uh, I’ll get our coats!”

Gyro watches him go with a smile of his own. Sometimes it feels like they’re still learning how to be in love. He definitely is. But Fenton… he’s easy to love, with his nervous kindness and drive to help everyone he can and excitement for new, unknown experiences–Gyro really doesn’t know how he ever found Fenton annoying before. His boyfriend is everything he’s ever wanted.

When he returns, Fenton’s bundled up in a scarf M’ma insisted he wear and a pair of mittens gifted to him by a grateful citizen, and carrying Gyro’s coat. Ever the chivalrous gentleman, he helps Gyro into his own coat and scarf, and leads the way to the elevator so he can open the doors for them.

Gyro shuts off the lights, each bank of bright white lights turning inky black with a click. Then, he takes Fenton’s hand, and they head for the surface together.

The ground floor is quiet, a single row of lights left on when everyone else went home. Gyro’s used to leaving this late, if he leaves at all—usually he’d end up taking a quick nap in the lab or stay up until dawn without realizing it—but Fenton squeezes his hand nervously. Gyro draws circles with his thumb on the back of Fenton’s hand reassuringly, taking the lead toward the lobby.

The front doors are giant, with equally large windows looking out at the empty parking lot. The sky is gloomy and dark, even for this late hour, and as they approach the exit, it becomes obvious that it’s started to snow. The big windows reveal small snowflakes drifting down to the pavement in a silent, sparkling dance.

“It’s snowing!” Fenton chirps excitedly, pushing open one of the doors. “Gyro, look!”

“It sure is,” he agrees, pulling the collar of his coat up as if to hide from the snowflakes. “First of the season.”

“Yeah!” His partner looks to the sky with wide, wonder-filled eyes, then spins around slowly as he looks up. “It’s beautiful! I hope it sticks, we could wake up tomorrow to a winter wonderland!”

“Yeah, beautiful,” Gyro agrees. But he isn’t looking at the snow—he’s focused on Fenton’s hair, snowflakes clinging to it like glitter. Focused on his boyfriend’s bright eyes and wide smile, and his delight over something as small as the wintery weather. Fenton’s enchanted by the snow, and Gyro… well, he’s enchanted by Fenton.

Science can explain many things, Gyro thinks, watching him twirl a slow circle under a yellow parking lot light. Science can explain the way that light glows, and why the snow is falling slowly and softly, and science can even explain why his heart begins to race, watching Fenton pause and turn to look back at him. It takes Gyro’s breath away, looking at the way he’s standing, with a glowing yellow halo behind him and sparkly snowflakes clinging to his shoulders.

Science can do plenty, but this doesn’t feel scientific at all. Leaning in for a kiss, bathed in golden light and silent snow, it feels… magical, instead. Fenton’s warm hand caresses Gyro’s cold cheek feathers, and the world beyond this quiet, empty parking lot seems to fade away around them. Gyro closes his eyes, leaning into the warm embrace and pulling Fenton a little closer.

This moment is not science, but magic, and Gyro wants to remember this feeling forever.

#duckblrsecretsanta2023 #duckverse #ducktales #gyro gearloose #fenton crackshell cabrera #fenro #fanfic #jay's fics #mine!#i hope you like it!! i wanted to do something soft and wintery

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multifandom-nerds-blog · 9 months

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About Clones

So I wanted to rant about the different kind of clones in Ducktales (I have nothing else to do right now)

1st Is the most obvious one: Gyro's clones

There is no actual explanation to how they are made, except that he has a clone spray. The why is also never actually explained (at least when they are first made, during the moon invasion he used them to increase manpower wether those were already existing clones or not). We can probably assume he mostly did it simply cause he can, but partly probably to protect himself (After being electrocuted by Gandra) and/or get more work done in the lab.

Important about the Gyro clones is that they are exact duplicates. With the exact appareance and memories the original had during the cloning process and even the same personality. This is probably the most important fact of all, especially cause it's Gyro. Normally ethical questions would be brought up of who is "the true Gyro", but since it's Gyro he (they) don't even care. This for once shows Gyros more clinical side of his personality considering science: "Doesn't matter who the original is or was". Furthermore it's a rare opportunity to just let it be a funny thing in the background, thanks to his personality.

the 2nd: Webby (YES just Webby, not May and June yet)

Again, we don't actually have any information of the how just that she is an exact genetical clone of Scrooge (Trans Scrooge canon cause Disney doesn't know how cloning works lmao), but from the context it was probably the process of creating an embryo, or egg in the case of Ducktales, with the help of some sciency tubes, maybe some donatet or artificial organs (Cartoon science y'know, I almost failed my chemistry class).

Basically: same DNA but own personality and memories unlike Gyro. Also artificially born through Herons sciencing, but physically grew up normally. The Gyro clones meanwhile seemingly just spanned, maybe the Clone Spray starts some sort of super fast mega meiosis to make the clones.

Last but not least: May and June

Yes, technically they are the same as Webby, and the first picture gives proof that Webby was "born" in a tube like that, there actually might not have even been an egg, just an embryo.

Important difference however: May and June are technically only a few weeks or months old, it depends on how much time passed between getting the sword of swanstantin and the series finale. As they were created with the help of Webbys DNA sample taken from one of her feathers (maybe it was Scrooges feather, I'm not sure anymore). This means that they were not only "born" through Herons tube embryo method, official name from now, but that they also had accalerated aging. This also gave them individual personalities but also affects them in terms of social skills, concepts ( mentally they are the same age as Webby still) and furthermore, not to forget being "raised" by a villian scientist.

To simply summarise:

Gyro: Clone Spray, super fast meiosis, copy and past

Webby: Tube embryo, normal aging, only genetical

May and June: Also tube mbryos, accelerated aging, only genetical, they are basically like Star Wars Clones

Question I'm asking myself now after writing this: If Webby is "April", does that mean there were three failed clones named january, february and march?

thank you to anyone who actually read all of that :) If there's another Ducktales thing you would like me to talk/discuss about you can comment or put something in my ask box. I have summerholidays right now (my last, I'm gonna have to adult very soon) so I should have time to do some ranting/theorising

#ducktales #dt17 #gyro gearloose #webby vanderquack #may and june duck #ducktales 2017 #disney ducktales #webby ducktales #gyro gearloose 2017 #Brain full right now #gotta find ways to do something with it

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ducktales-four-years · 9 months

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Would you look at that, more Boyd!

Trying to polish his design, and he's honestly just fun to draw. His tail feathers are actually modelled after roosters rather than parrots, just a nod towards Gyro, and the gloves are because he struggled a lot with the hands while he built his new shell, and while Gyro would certainly help, Boyd insisted on working all by himself! The hands ended up looking quite rough, so he wears gloves instead. Not that Huey minds, anyway. And what is the interface next to him? It is his repair assistant, Norm! (It/he pronouns) Norm wasn't meant to be sentient, but years of hacking and reprogramming left pieces of code that stuck to it. His job is to repair Boyd's systems whenever needed, as well as encrypt any files that are considered dangerous or harmful. Norm is able to control the body, and it has done before, but only at times where Boyd was unconscious or in danger, such as being submerged in water, thrown into a pool perhaps... But it is very much content in being in the background, helping from the sidelines. Norm focuses a lot on efficiency, and might come out as cold sometimes, but he means well, and is better at understanding figure of speech while Boyd tends to take everything literally. You could basically say that the shell has two admins!

#4yrs au #ducktales boyd #au design #i think Norm counts as an OC??#is there such a thing as a fan-retcon?#boyd drake

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forfuckssakejim · 1 month

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🐓

Afraid of Falling, Boyfriend’s Shirt

Ferno, Ferno2, Fidget

Head Empty (Only Gay Thoughts)

Heart Attack, Winded

Please & Thank-You

🦃 a big, meaty quote (JUST A BIG OL PARAGRAPH YOU WANNA SHARE)

Afraid of Falling

“I swear Fenton, if you drop me…” Gyro threatened, his grip on the plating of the Gizmosuit tightening as his heart refused to stop beating at 200 some beats per minute. His face flushed, as he felt Fenton adjust his grip, his body being pulled closer. He could feel the cool press of metal against his skin, even through the multiple layers of clothing he wore.

Boyfriend Shirt

It was a carefully thought out plan. One that had taken root in Gyro’s mind and had spread like a wildfire throughout his psyche when, for once, Gyro was the first to rise that morning. “Fenton…” Gyro whispered into his ear, his beak lightly preening the feathers of his neck as he worked to drag Fenton out of sleep. Fenton groaned in response, his eyes squeezing tighter as he shifted more into Gyro’s gentle touch.

Ferno

“What.” Because here he was, thinking that Gyro could never love him. How long had Fenton watched him from afar? How long had he stood at his side grasping at some thread of hope that Gyro would return his affections? His answer was way too long, so long that the very thought of it seemed more impossible than the grass turning blue and the sky turning green.

Fenro2

He knew better than to push, to continue to question and ask for communication when Gyro was in the midst of panic attacks like this. So he waited. His beak nuzzled into his neck as he waited. And then finally, "Why is everything I do just go wrong?" he asks, his voice slicing through the darkness of their room like a knife. And Fenton can feel his heart break.

Fidget

“…uh…” Fenton began, voice trailing off as his gaze focused down, Gyro’s hands had absently ceased their rythmetic tapping on the desk and instead, had begun to play with his tail. His index finger poking at it and the dopey little grin that would follow when Fenton’s would shake his tail unconsciously.

Head Empty

He hadn’t even realized when he began doodling Fenton’s profile in the margins of his latest set of blueprints, his mind unfocused as he struggled to come up with his next great invention. But there he was, well there there was the complete lack of any kind of scientific thought. It was as if a love struck teenage girl had suddenly inhabited his body causing him to draw sketches of not only Fenton’s face, but of hearts around it.

Heart Attack

i keep forgetting this is just a blank document and a dead link to art lmfao.

Winded

Gyro didn’t get a chance to blink or drop the wrench he had been using to adjust the gizmosuit before the sensors came back to life in the form of propelling forward at a speed he didn’t know was possible. His chest pressed against the suit and his back making contact with the glass of the undersea lab. Fenton’s arms quickly wrapping around his back in an attempt to cushion the impact but only served to bring Gyro closer to him.

#ask #anon #fenro

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evengirlierballs · 7 months

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I'm losing my mind, the website for the Chinese YGO banlist was recently published in English because for whatever reason they're using a different banlist from both the TCG AND the OCG, and, holy shit, you have to see how some of these card names got translated.

POT OF LUST???? EMPTY SPACE??? THEY CHANGED VANITY'S EMPTINESS TO EMPTY SPACE?

I'm still not over Pot of Lust like that's a completely different deadly sin and I absolutely do NOT find the expression on pot of greed "lustful".

^ an expression of lust (apparently)

Speedroid Terrortop got changed to SPEED ROBO GYRO FLYWHEEL! This definitely sounds like a transformer you.

Salamangreat Gazelle got changed to an Antelope (so close) (incidentally I also really like them being called Reincarnated slamandra, but it is a bit on the nose)

STRONG REFINING EQUIPMENT SILVER GOLD??? I have no idea what this one even is, it's Either Platinum gadget or one of the Infinitrack link monsters right? What else is "STRONG REFINING EQUIPMENT?"

Also ok this one is genuinely an improvement: CRYSTAL MACHINE- GLASS OPTIC FIBER??? NEEDLEFIBER/HALQIFIBRAX got such a fuckin COOL NAME in China I actually super love it.

Harpie's feather duster is Condor Feather Sweep (that's honestly not that agregious but it's still wonky)

HAND WIPE. this sounds like a cleenex product and not CARD DESTRUCTION.

Ok I haven't been able to stop WHEEZING laughing at STUPID BURIAL. not foolish, STUPTID. your STUPID goddamn burial. And THE DEAD COME TO LIFE. monster reborn is the DEAD COME TO LIFE. I'm losing my mind this shit is endlessly funny to me.

The piece de resistance ~ the unbelievable perfection.... "That grass looks greener" got changed to NEIGHBOR. MOWS. LAWN.

I'm chortling I'm nose exhaling I'm giggling while kicking my feet in the air like I got a message from my crush. This is unbelievably funny. I love that the Chinese card names are just like, vague descriptors of what is happening in the artwork sometimes. This is the best gift I have ever been given.

#yu gi oh #yu gi oh banlist #yugioh #chinese banlist

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mad-scientist-showdown · 1 year

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i was just trying to gather data for the mad scientist thing but i learned that apparently gyro gearloose from ducktales is trans? slay

[ID: "According to an interview, he was confirmed to be a chicken. Male chickens are roosters, despite the fact that he is a chicken. A wattle and a comb are two important characteristics of roosters Gyro lacks; he has only white feathers." end ID]

#not scientist showdown #mad scientist shoutout #mad scientist showdown

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shychick-52 · 9 months

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Day 4: Invention Gone Wrong for @donro-week

Donald was jolted from his afternoon nap by what could only be identified as an explosion.

With a screech, the duck found himself hovering above the hammock for all of two seconds, trembling vehemently, before landing face-first on his pristinely-tended lawn.

He shoved to his feet, straightening his beak and taking a deep breath. After allowing himself a moment to calm down, he realized the most likely source of the chaos. A look to his immediate right, at his next door-neighbor and boyfriend’s house- the thick plume of smoke pouring from one of the windows- immediately confirmed his suspicion.

Donald wasted no time heading over. He wasn’t too worried. After all, lab accidents and backfiring inventions were a common occurrence for Gyro, as much as a genius as he was. But he always preferred to check up on him when he could, just in case.

As usual, the front door was open. Donald immediately covered his beak and set about battling the haze with his hat. “Gyro?” he called. “You ok?”

Gradually, the air cleared like an unveiling curtain, revealing the room looking like a disaster zone. In even worse shape was the charred, tattered state of Gyro’s clothing and feathers.

“Hi, Donald.” The blonde grinned sheepishly as he cleaned his cracked spectacles on his sleeve, and Donald wondered if he realized one of the lenses was missing. He turned away to cough from the remaining cloud of smoke. “Don’t worry, it’s not as bad as it looks.”

Donald folded his arms. “Do you mean your house or you?” he asked a touch sardonically.

“Er…both?”

Either ignoring or failing to notice Donald shaking his head in amused exasperation, Gyro added with a frown, “Unfortunately, the same can’t be said for her.” He bent and began examining the remains of what appeared to be some kind of robot, which Donald only then noticed in a sizable heap of wires and limbs beside him.

“Aw, Gyro, I’m sorry,” Donald said, moving in to help in whatever way he could. “You’ve been working on that for days. You had such high hopes for that Nanny-bot.”

Gyro gave a resigned chuckle. “Yeah, but maybe this is for the best. I wanted to invent a robot that could help new parents by taking care of all the unpleasant, laborious tasks of raising children, leaving them with only true quality-time to spend with their little ones. But I suppose Mrs. Webster was right- the cold hand of technology is no substitute for the warmth of a parent’s touch in every way.”

Mrs. Webster lived across the street; her son was only six weeks old, which had inspired Gyro to invent such a machine. And even though she strongly disagreed with his viewpoint, that hadn’t stopped him from setting out to prove that it really could be of great use; surely, there would be people who would benefit from it.

“She didn’t have to treat you like you’re some dangerous crackpot or a mad scientist,” Donald angrily muttered. “You meant well.”

“True, but it’s important to try seeing things from others’ perspective too. Failure is not only humbling, but it can help in that. I admit, I can get a bit zealous when I have a new idea.”

Those first two sentences were definitely something Donald had difficulty relating to.

They spent the next hour cleaning up the place, Gyro eagerly chatting about his next invention. Donald, on the other hand, was mostly silent except for the occasional grunt or nod of acknowledgement.

“Donald? Donald!”

“Huh?” Donald blinked, snapping his head up at Gyro. He realized he’d been hearing him as if his head was submerged underwater.

“Are you all right? You seem distracted.”

A pause, then Donald softly frowned. “Well… it’s just that I don’t know how you do it, Gyro,” he replied, setting aside the broom. “You’re the kindest, most hard-working, and positive person I know. No matter how many times your inventions go wrong, or people treat you like a crazy menace or take advantage of you, you never let it get you down. You go about each day with a smile, you never so much as raise your voice, and you never give up. How do you do it? I can’t even experience my hammock folding up on me, or somebody taking the last carton of milk at the store, without losing it.”

Gyro set down the large box of Nanny-bot parts and took a seat at his desk, turning the chair so that he faced Donald. He thoughtfully rested his elbow atop the blueprint-swathed surface, hand against his chin. “Hmm, well, I suppose I just remind myself a positive life and attitude is born from the same thing- the thoughts I think. It’s those thoughts that determine how happy or unhappy I am. Don’t get me wrong, I get angry like everyone else; I’m not a machine. But even though I can't always change or control what happens to me, I can how I react to what happens. I just make a choice each time I��m faced with a situation.”

He held up a finger. “For instance, if an invention goes wrong, I frame it in a positive way. Instead of getting down on myself, I look at it as a challenge, which helps to keep me sharp, inspire me, and keeps the ‘ol wheels turning. And whether or not it’s salvageable, I also focus on all my inventions that were successful.”

“That… actually makes sense,” murmured Donald.

“As for how others see me, well, that’s definitely something beyond my control,” Gyro continued with a chuckle. “So, why waste energy on being bitter about it? I don’t like it- and I’ll be honest, it’s when I’m treated as a simple gadget-man that bothers me even more than when my inventions and I are misunderstood- but some people are just plain ignorant and others have a different way of looking at my inventions (and some views can be quite valid, such as Mrs. Webster’s). Again, I choose to focus on the ones in my life who do appreciate and understand me, as well as all the times my ideas have helped others; and helping to make a difference in the lives of others makes everything else worth it.”

A warm smile spread over Donald’s face. “Those are all the things I love and admire best about you, Gyro. I don’t know what you see in a hot-tempered palooka like me, but you make me twice as lucky as Gladstone.”

They drew in for a kiss. “As far as perseverance goes,” Gyro said earnestly, hands remaining on Donald’s shoulders, “you sell yourself short. No matter how bad things get, and I mean really bad, you keep going. It’s, well, almost ridiculous.”

Donald couldn’t help but grin back, blushing.

As they resumed cleaning, Donald asked, “Say, where’s Little Helper?”

“Oh, I gave him the day off. He’d been busting his bulb helping me on the Nanny-bot all week.”

“And were you planning on joining him after testing it?” Donald wryly asked with a sideways glance.

“Heh, well… you know what a workaholic I am, Donald.”

Donald reached up on tip-toes and kissed his cheek. “I guess you’re not so perfect after all.”

They spent the remainder of the morning curled up together in Donald’s hammock, soon lulled to sleep by the easy chorus of both their content purrs.

QOTD: What is your favorite thing about Gyro Gearloose?

Well, I pretty much answered that in this story. But when it comes to all versions of Gyro across media, it's definitely his perseverance and how he never gives up, no matter how many inventions of his goes wrong. His passion and pride for inventing is really cool!!

#donroweek2023 #donro #donald duck #gyro gearloose #archimede pitagorico #topolino #Shy's stories

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darkwingsnark · 1 year

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Fave ducktales ship?

I don't know if you're counting Disney Ducks stuff in general into this because of the Ducktales Reboot, but I'll answer in that sense just to have more to talk about.

For the Darkwing section of fandom my faves are:

Megavolt x Quackerjack-- how my wife and I fell in love, actually. Through the Darkwing fandom and flirting with each as the characters. Fun times. The fact the show and the pitch bible talks about how important they are to each other is a bonus.

Bushroot x Liquidator

Morgana x Darkwing x Launchpad

Tuskerninni x Camille Chameleon -- ship my wife and I made up based on RPing days. Ended up working really well, so I have a soft spot for it.

Ducktales '87 ships:

Fenton Crackshell x Scrooge McDuck-- I have a whole series on why I think they work, especially as an avenue for comedy. Just... a duck who loves money having a relationship with his accountant/bank security guard.

Magica De Spell x Scrooge McDuck

Gizmoduck x Darkwing Duck

Launchpad x Feathers Galore-- I don't care she only showed up in one episode, I absolutely love her.

Ducktales 2017:

Scrooge McDuck x Duckworth

Gyro Gearloose x Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera

Jim Starling x Lanuchpad McQuack

And finally general Disney Ducks stuff:

Donald Duck x Daisy Duck

Donald x Goofy

Gladstone Gander x Magica De Spell

José Carioca x Panchito Pistoles

John D Rockerduck x Flintheart Glomgold

Donald Duck x Daffy Duck -- specifically for 'Who Framed Roger Rabbit' universe shenanigans where they're both actors.

It should be noted that these are just my favorites, but I am a multishipper by trade and am here for fun stories and combinations. So I read lots and enjoy many different ships-- stuff that I think has story potential, such as 'Morgana x Bushroot'.

#disney ducks #ducktales #darkwing duck #fandom #snark replies #long post

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dandyfelines · 9 months

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Donro University AU (wip)

A late submission for Day 6: AU of @donro-week

It's only half-finished and not beta-read but, well, it's a University AU with a little bit of a spin on Donald and Gyro's personalities.

Gyro Gearloose prided himself on his ability to solve nearly any problem. He was the self-proclaimed inventor of almost anything. Throughout school, he made little gadgets for his classmates; some of his favourites were a device that perfectly steadied a compass, a machine that restored soggy lunchbox food to a fresh state, and a hyper-accurate paper ball flinger to get back at an irritating bully. In academia, he excelled, and people came to him for help working out a puzzling formula.

In his pursuit of heightening the limits of his inventions, he found an enriching opportunity in engineering research at Duckburg University. Prominent minds such as Professor Ludwig von Drake would be amongst his co-workers if he researched there, so in a short matter of time he created a research proposal that they couldn't refuse.

Under one condition. He had to teach a class.

He had never taught before, but he was good at helping people. Surely, teaching was simply an extended version of that. He would craft the parts and tinker with the variables necessary to create a functional, informative curriculum.

He covered every detail the textbook required of him, and more. He stayed up watching the lectures of Professor Ludwig von Drake and took notes on how to improve upon his lessons.

Yet, in spite of overwhelming evidence, a good scientist knew to qualify his statements carefully: Gyro Gearloose, the inventor of almost anything.

He read the emails from his students and, he wouldn’t admit it, a review on an anonymous professor rating website. They could be summarised into two types of feedback:

“Lectures confusing” “Professor Gearloose is a brilliant inventor, but cannot teach to save his life.”

Gyro Gearloose’s tall, lanky figure slunk into his chair. His body sagged down like a sack of potatoes.

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"... So if you just report the results of your test in this format, you can use the data to formulate your own hypothesis."

The young moorhen sitting across from him stroked her red beak. "Oh, I see now. I guess I misunderstood the instructions. But… how do I know which theories to apply?"

"You have to think about it on your own! If you run the tests again, it will make sense."

"Hm, alright. I have to go, Professor. Thanks for your time."

"Of course, if you need help again, just use my office hours." Gyro sighed. Milly was a hard-worker who did well in most courses, but she was the worst performing student in his class. Her understanding of math wasn't bad, so Gyro did not know how to help her. All of his students had potential to be clever thinkers, but they were befuddled in his classroom.

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Gyro’s mind worked at high speed. They possessed his hands. Out tumbled the numbers and theorems through furious scratching of chalk. The board was all his to fill.

Knock-knock.

The chalk came to a halt. A synapse was snapped. Gyro bemoaned the lost train of thought, but he hollered, “Come in!”

“Sorry, is now a good time?” That voice belonged to the receptionist of student services.

“What do you need?” Gyro set down the chalk.

A familiar duck’s face peered through the crack of the door. He had white fluffy feathers, and stray ones curled on his forehead and tail. He wore his usual outfit, a sweater vest and a puffy red bowtie. Donald stepped into his room, slow and deliberate.

"Well, I have another request from one of your students. They said this new lecture covered content not in the textbook, so they want you to share some additional reading on that topic."

"Yeah, I received about twenty emails this morning telling me the same." Gyro sighed.

"Right. And I wanted to ask for your permission to form an official study support session for your class. If that's ok, I'll go ahead and organise it."

Gyro clutched onto the edge of the desk and frowned. Then, he took a deep breath. "No. That's not quite what I had in mind. No, I ought to be in charge of this problem." He tapped a finger on his chin. "I know they find it confusing, but it's my job as their professor to guide them. Maybe I just need to invent a device that simplifies my speech, or I could make a script generator that factors in what students need in a lesson… "

Donald stepped backwards. He took out a notebook from his pocket and flipped through a few pages. "Well… if you're sure you can help them before midterm, I suppose..."

Gyro nodded. "I'm sure I can solve this. You'll see."

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Two weeks later, time allocated to his office hours dwarfed his research progress. A barrage of emails from confused students flooded his inbox. The negative reviews on that website only increased.

"I just don't understand. I tried to use a script with simplified language instead of improvising on the spot, but they are still confused." Gyro bit into his sandwich.

Sitting across from him, Ludwig von Drake scratched his head. "Hm, sounds like a tricky class. Have you tried to give quizzes? See what they do and don't know."

"Of course I have, and I reviewed the problem areas they had trouble with. But then when it comes to new content, the problem arises again! I just can't figure out what is causing it. It takes too much time away from my research to create a new review session every week."

"Well, perhaps you could get some advice from my nephew. You know, he could probably find you since good resources."

Gyro blinked. "Nephew? How can he help?"

"Why, he's a whiz at finding information on just about any topic. You've seen it for yourself, surely."

"Just to be clear, your nephew is–"

“Oh, hiya Gyro! And Uncle Ludwig!” Donald pranced over to their table, using a single hand to carry a tray above his head.

Gyro grimaced as some soup splashed on his wrist when Donald slammed the tray down.

"Ah, there he is!" Ludwig beamed at Donald, who was now scraping a nearby chair across the floor to make a table for three.

"Hope it's fine if I join you!" Donald picked up a spoon.

"You've already made yourself welcome," Gyro commented.

Ludwig turned to his nephew and directed his attention to Gyro with a flat palm. "Say, Donald. Gyro here has a problem with making clear lectures. Do you know of anything he can use to improve?"

He tapped his beak with the spoon. "Well, there's a website I like to refer to for teaching methods. And I must have an old textbook in my office on basic pedagogy." Donald looked at Gyro. "What are you teaching right now?"

“Newtonian mechanics!” Gyro grumbled. “The textbook teaches it even though it is an outdated system!”

Donald hummed. “Well… most subjects are like that. The introductory level is simplified for a reason, you know.”

Gyro shook his head. “But I’m sure these students will be able to learn much better if they start with the concepts that account for our modern understanding the best.”

“Surely that's not how you started learning engineering?”

"I didn't need the school system to teach me that."

"I see… well, in any case I can find a resource to help you teach. If you apply these concepts to your class, I'm sure their testing scores will improve."

"Oh, that's not necessary."

Donald held up a hand to silence him. "I insist! My main work is student support, but I've been known to help staff too."

Gyro tapped his fingers against the table. "You don't understand. I'm trying to set these students up to have an investigative approach to inventing. Build important research skills, figure out how systems interact through observation. I don't need help teaching the material or upping test scores. It's about getting them to think more critically."

Donald shrunk into the seat. "I can still send you some resources."

Ludwig looked between the two of them. "Goodness, I’ll leave you two to sort this out.”

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Gyro looked at the results of the tests. They were lower than he expected, and the most commonly missed questions were from material he had covered in his lectures twice. Then he came across Milly’s test. Apprehensively, he graded it, checking through the questions. There was a marked increase in depth and comprehension to her short form responses. She had compared the similarities and overlap between two different principles and speculated on the potential ways these could be applied in practice. Pleased, Gyro wrote her grade down. It still wasn't at the level he'd expect, but for this student, it was a great improvement.

Though, as one who made a living of research and experiments, a question tugged at his curiosity. Why did she perform well on this test? He hadn’t changed anything in his teaching for the previous lectures. The test itself was formatted and questions selected exactly as the mock exam was, so it couldn't be that, either.

Gyro decided to ask her. He could use that knowledge to help the other students succeed.

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“Professor, thanks again for explaining this to me.” Milly slid the textbook in her backpack.

“Of course. Seems like you’re getting a better grasp of things!”

“I figured out a study method that works for me,” she said.

This was what he wanted to know. “Could you tell me what you changed in your studying approach?”

Milly zipped her bag as she spoke, “It wasn’t really me, but I went to the student support services and they showed me different studying tips and methods.”

That had his attention. “...I see. Well, it seems to be working for you, so you’re on the right path. I’ll see you next week.”

“See you, Professor.” She exited his office.

Gyro turned around to his computer and stared at the emails from Donald he had left unopened.

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What was Donald doing right that he couldn’t grasp? The thought drove him mad. It also drove him to be sitting as an observer for “Research Literacy,” watching Donald Duck give a presentation.

“Good afternoon! Now, raise your hand if you’ve written an essay with sources mostly taken from Wikipedia’s citations…”

The workshop had him floored. He was drawn in by Donald’s simple, yet engaging language. Gyro knew how to research, he had made a living of it, after all, but Donald managed to keep his interest throughout the entire workshop with a unique analogy or a silly joke.

Plus, it was just as interactive as he’d like to make his classes. Donald had asked the students to form groups and put the concepts to practice by giving them a random topic that they had to find five sources for. They were presented hypothetical, believable problems of when the literature for a topic was lacking or when a potential source was inaccessible, and he had guided the students to their own original solutions. Gyro was merely an observer, but he wished he could have partaken in the class activities and discussions. He was confined to the back, but he imagined the responses he would give in the group discussions, and the personal experiences he could share.

What wealth of knowledge did that duck have? He knew now that this was an opportunity he had once made the mistake of rejecting. When the students chattering faded dispersed from the class and joined the hallway, he made his move. Donald was still unplugging his laptop from the socket.

Gyro bolted towards Donald with a wild urgency. “You!"

"Me!" Donald exclaimed, pointing at himself.

Why didn’t you tell me before?!” he gasped between pants.

Donald tilted his head ever so slightly. “Tell you what?”

Gyro frowned. Did he have to spell it out to him? “You are good at teaching! Tell me your ways!”

At that, Donald’s bubbly demeanor dropped into something more serious. “Look, Gyro… I’m not a teacher. And the kind of content you teach in your lectures is leagues beyond what I can help you with.”

“B-but– I..”

With a guarded attitude, Donald picked up his planner and leafed through a few pages. “I’m sure there’s a workshop I can find for you to help you with your problem,” he spoke with an unusual air of distant professionalism.

"No, can't you see? It has to be you," Gyro said desperately. “I… am sorry for ignoring your advice earlier.”

Donald was moved by that. "You're sure you want me?"

Gyro nodded fiercely.

"Well, okay. Fine. Let's meet during lunch?"

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Amidst the cafeteria’s droning conversations composed of students and staff alike, Gyro and his coach sat in a high-seated table for two by the windows across the salad bar.

Donald was reading his lecture notes in silence. With nothing else to do, Gyro noticed how the dust particles floating in the air took up the appearance of sparkles in the sunlight. They drifted around Donald, whose feathers shone a golden trim around his silhouette. It was because of the waterproof oil, he knew, but the sight was serene.

Then, their gazes connected. Gyro inhaled sharply, and he thought he saw Donald’s eyes widen. In a blink, the lecture papers were returned to his possession.

“The first thing that stood out to me is the timing of these activities. I’m not sure they will be finished as quickly as you think.”

“But I need them. If I lengthened one, there wouldn’t be enough time for the others,” Gyro argued.

Donald crossed his arms. “Right, ok. Do you need to cover all this material?”

“Of course I do. I am not cutting anything out.”

He sighed. “Then, we still need to make modifications. Let’s go back to the basics. What do you want your students to accomplish by the end of the lecture? It’s really important to set a learning objective.”

“On that thought, I should have the students write down these learning objectives at the end of my presentation.” Gyro noted his idea down, then he addressed him. “I see your point. Instead of disparate activities on each individual concept, perhaps I can have them analyse an experiment through guided discussions. This allows them to see it in application and discover them independently.”

“It’s not a bad idea, actually. That’s an inductive learning approach.” Donald looked him up and down. “Now that I think about it, it really suits your style.”

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The second time they met, they shared lunch in Gyro's office.

Gyro paced back and forth, hand on his forehead. “I've tried everything I thought of! Prepared notes, giving examples, slowing my pace… but they still think my lectures are confusing.”

Donald, who had been eating and watching him pace, set down his sandwich. “I watched your lecture recordings last night. Here's what I think. First, you are trying to define an inertial frame using concepts they don’t understand yet. They don’t need to know about how it relates to absolute space-time and the Theory of Relativity at this stage. This is an introductory level class.”

“Right… so you're saying I should simplify even more. But how?” He pulled out the chair and sat down.

“Let me try. This is on Newtonian mechanics?” Donald cleared his throat. “Newtonian mechanics applies Newton’s Laws of Motion to a system of objects. Raise your hand if you know of Newton’s Laws of Motion.”

Gyro reluctantly raised his hand after a long stare from Donald.

“Good! Now, does anybody remember the three laws?” He paused, then spoke in a more casual voice, “Then you go through them, one by one. Including the formulae.”

He mimed a screen projector by outlining a rectangle in the air and pointed at imaginary examples within it. Continuing the demonstration, his voice picked up in volume and authority once again. “Let’s look at the formulae. As long as no force is acting on it, what do you notice about the velocity?”

“And here, you use the formulae to show that velocity is absolute, just as the law of inertia states. The students should be able to work it out themselves without you telling them directly. Then, ta-da! This is called an inertial frame of reference.”

“After that, you define ‘frame of reference,’” Donald spoke in his normal voice. “You can use an example, such as… if you’re standing on a high-speed train, then from your frame of reference, you aren’t moving. But to someone on the ground, you are moving quite fast,” he said. “Something like that. My high school physics knowledge is failing me right now.”

Gyro stared at him in awe. “That was… simple. It's exactly what I need.”

Donald combed a hand through his head feathers, tickled pink by the praise. "It's about accommodating for your audience," he said, "Not everyone thinks the same way. Some people have a harder time understanding complex, abstract concepts, so they need a more concrete base to work from."

Gyro nodded, and scribbled his words into a notepad.

Donald pointed a finger at him. "You are the expert. It's your job to know how to simplify it for these beginners."

"I thought I was simplifying. But I never thought to do it this way." He looked at Donald. “I never had an interest in teaching, I suppose. Did you take it as a degree?”

"Well, I've never completed university myself."

That grabbed Gyro's attention. "You didn't? Then how do you know about teaching?"

Donald shifted in his seat. "Ah, well. It was one of the many odd jobs I took back then. Tutor, substitute teacher, that thing."

"And you just picked all of this up from experience?"

Donald shrugged. "Mostly. I studied a little bit, but that kind of stuff is not my strong suit."

Gyro looked at him with surprise. "Then, perhaps, we have more in common than I thought."

#donro #kimowrites #donald duck #yeah that's the all the tags this first draft wip is getting.

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wacky-nameless-inventor-24 · 1 year

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Early mornings.

#they are so SOFTT #beloved chubby chickens augh #Archie gets yellow chest feathers :3 #Shoutout to shellyoducks for the idea for that!!!!!#gyro gearloose #mad ducktor #wacky's art #duckverse #archimede pitagorico #topolino #ALSO THANKS TO GY FOR JUDGING FOR ME THAT THIS WASNT SUPPOSED TO BE SPICY #I was afraid it might come off that way so I asked him he said it was fine XD #mdgyro #madro

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pidayforpi · 2 months

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(Okay.

So, if anyone remembers: In last July (which was already nearly 9 months ago omg), there was a "Donro Week 2023" event here. From 23 July to 29 July.

For once, I had...actually planned to participate in it (which would have been the second time I participate in a community event, after a (small) Discord secret santa in 2021).

Of course via writing, because you won't want to see me draw.

The format of the (story) writings would have been like this:

If anyone still remembers, there were "question prompts" for each day of the Donro Week (in addition to the "one-word" prompts, like "Lazy Days" for Day 1, or "AU" for Day 6).

The question prompts were something like:

[Day 1: "How do you think Donald and Gyro first met and become friends, then eventual partners?"

Day 2: "What qualities do Donald and Gyro get annoyed by or not like in each other?"

Day 5: "How do you think the extended Gearloose and Duck family would react to their relationship?"]

etc.

What I had planned to do, was writing out a set of Dewey Dew-Night interview scenarios, in which Dewey asks Paperino and Archimedes the corresponding question for that day.

[NB: Not Donald and Gyro, at least not the DT17 versions. You will see why below.]

The format would have actually been like the "Chicken Soup" thing I had written all the way in 2020. Free form, equally cringe.

Uh...that didn't happen. Obviously. And for some unknown reasons, because I was somewhat motivated and inspired during that time much better than now at least. So...sorry.

But what I did write, however, was the "intro" to this set of "interview stories"...which is the entire purpose I am saying all this context all of a sudden. It has been a while, and way too long since I last produced and published...something.

It is a very short story - not even a complete one - but it is one of the last things I did before I kind of...stopped. Everything.

I also wrote this on a train, too.)

[A very late tag, but I hope it is the thought that counts. Thank you for organising this wonderful event. Just watching/reading through others' works was already super awesome.]

@donro-week

Donro Week 2023 [July 23th ~ July 29th]

(Just a small note: Sentences/Words in italic mean they are not supposed to be caught on camera, but are caught on camera accidentally regardless.)

Dewey: (Dewey Dew-Night Intro!)

Dewey: "And joining us tonight are two birds of a feather you know very well, yet ALSO know NOTHING about! *Gasp!* How is that possible?! Go on, ask! How is that possible?!"

"......"

Huey: "What?"

Dewey: "Dude, you are supposed to ask out loud. We've talked about this."

Louie: "You...you were serious..."

Dewey: "When was I not serious? Actually, don't answer that. Just cooperate. Ask that aloud, c'mon."

Huey & Louie: "*Sigh* Oh my god, how is that possible?!"

Dewey: "Well, I dunno!"

*LOL!*

*Facepalm*

Dewey: "But we are about to find out! 'Cause joinin' us tonight is the greatest uncle of the universes...Donald Duck!"

Donald (Paperino): "Hi!...wait where even is the camera? That rectangular gadget on the stack of books?"

Dewey: "As well as the brightest mind in all Duckburgs, across space and time...Gyro Gearloose!"

Gyro (Archimedes): "H-hello...! Nice to meet you, people of the...uh...interweb? Internetwork? What was that again, modern Dewey?"

Dewey: "*chuckle* Well, pardon the old timers, you can say they might as well have come from the 20th century!"

*Laughter!*

Dewey: "And if you have guessed so, you are absolutely CORRECT! No prize though, sorry. Don't think they are only cosplaying..."

Paperino: "Cospl...what?"

Archimedes: "Just go along with it, honey..."

Dewey: "'Cause who you are seeing are literal time travellers! *Gasp!*"

Archimedes: "Well, technically, we are dimension trav-"

Dewey: "Thanks to this world's Gyro's now upgraded Time n' Space Tub™️..."

Huey: "Which he forbids you from entering a 20-metre radius around?"

Dewey: "...which I definitely have permission to enter a 20-metre radius around! Now! I bring you, Paperino and Archimedes Pitagorico! Donald Duck and Gyro Gearloose from another universe!"

*Fanfare! Applause!*

Dewey: "Stay tuned after the intermission for the exciting interview that ensues!"

Louie: "Wait, you literally haven't done anything yet-"

Dewey: "This is Dewford Dingus Duck, your beloved handsome host from Dewey Dew-Night! Don't forget to like n' subscribe! See ya!"

Louie: "Dude, you literally haven't done ANYTHING yet!"

Paperino: "Subscribe? Is this a newspaper or a magazine?"

Archimedes: "Wait, is this an interroga-"

*Recording cuts*

(11-7-2023)

#Donro Week 2023 #(...posted in March 2024 _(:3 」∠)_)#Story #Short Story #Storyteller #donald duck #paperino #gyro gearloose #Archimedes Pitagorico #donro #Æ

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