#and Duck guy still had his beak and legs

[lulu-draws-stuff]

Don't fraggle me I'm rock. er.. fraggle scared. umm....

#art #illustration #fanart #dhmis #don't hug me i'm scared #fraggle rock #dhmis yellow guy #dhmis red guy #dhmis duck guy #yellow guy #red guy #duck guy #I've made them fraggles :] #this was fun to do #I have more ideas for what it'd be like if they were fraggles. but I can't seem to draw them out properly #so you'll have to wait until later when I can #if I remember that is #also I know fraggles don't usually have patterns but I wanted to make it sorta look like Yellow guy still had his nose #and Duck guy still had his beak and legs

[itsss4t4n]

Hello can I please request a Leo Valdez x reader where maybe they’re having to go up against a monster together and Leo or reader gets hurt and then there’s a really cute confession

I really like you - Leo Valdez x Child of Apollo

Warnings: mention of injury, slight angst, confession/ happy ending, , not set in a specific time, bad spanish (curses), this was my first time writing a fight scene so i apologize, probably butchered what ambrosia can do for plot purposes, No use of y/n, kith, characters are 16+

a/n: i made the reader a child of apollo bc it made for a cute taking care of the injury moment, all of the spanish is from google and english is not my first language, THIS BECAME WAY LONGGEER THAN PLANNED, this was a challenge to write but i also had a lot of fun

Going on a quest with Leo Valdez sounded pretty easy at first. He can literally make fire and is able to pull pretty much anything out of his magic toolbelt.

What you had not considered however, was how much that guy could talk. Not just talk, he flirtet. like his life depended on it. Constantly.

 Since you met him he took every oppertunity for it. Will had tried to tell you that Leo liked you multiple times but you were sure the flirting was just part of his personality.

Its not like it bothered you. It was flattering. But sometimes it hurt, just a little, to know that you were nothing special to him. Just another friend to flirt with. 

And now, in the middle of fighting against a Gryphon, it was more distracting to you than anything. 

You had walked next to each other through a forest, talking when, just as you reached a clearing,  the almost scrawny looking creature appeared. 

Its hind legs those of a lion, but with dark, almost black fur, while the front part of its body was that of an eagle, again almost black, with big wings on its back. Despite being half lion it looked closer to a hyena. The Gryphons Talons and beak glinting dangerously in the fading sunlight, as its red gleaming eyes were trained onto your bodys. 

For a few seconds it simply stood infront of them. Not attacking. You and Leo mirrored its stillness. Hoping against all odds that it would just leave. 

But of course its never that easy.

Within a split second it had launched into the air, just to swoop down towards you, talons streched out infront of its body. You quickly shoved Leo aside, both of you tumpling to the ground as the gryphons talons plunged into the earth where you had been seconds before.

As you scrambled to your feet, the gryphon flew upwards in preperation to dive down again. Within seconds you had pulled your bow of your shoulder and an arrow trained on the flying monster. 

Next to you Leo had pulled a sword out of its sheath on his belt. He had rebelled against it, saying he was gonna be fine with his 3 pound club hammer and fire, but you had forced the sword on him incase of emergency and he was pretty glad for that now.

You started firing arrows at the creature, the first few not hitting anything as the gryphon was really quick and managed to dodge them easily. The fourth one hit its hind leg but the gryphon showed almost no reaction to it. Another arrow hit the gryphons left wing making it tumble towards earth slightly. It was still in the air but was clearly struggling to do so. 

At this point the winged monster was close enough to the ground for leo to lunge at it with his sword, ducking under a talon before dragging his sword along the chest and belly of the creature, making it turn to dust.

"Well, that was easy, dont you thing princesa?", Leo turned to you with a grin, his swordarm losely hanging at his side. 

"Yea, it was." You looked away from him, because gods did he look good like that. "Too easy", you started looking around, "Usually Gryphons are in bigger groups." 

As you slowly turned towards leo again you quickly pulled up your bow, and shot the gryphon tht was about to attack leo, luckily hitting its heart dead center, making it fall to dust.

Leo had flinched slightly as you shot, but whipped around just barely catching the eyes of the monster before they disapeared.

"La Concha de tu Madre", he quietly cursed. You didnt speak a lot of spanish but this one was pretty easy to interpret as 'motherfucker'.

He slowly walked back towards you, while looking around in search for more monsters. "Okay you're right there are definetely more."

"Okay I'll try to take out as many as i can from the sky, you need to handle any that come to close." You instructed as you spotted one Gryphon above you, shooting it.

"Aye Aye." Leo lifted his sword. "I'll protect you dont worry, Hermosa." 

Again, you didnt know what exactly he just called you but considering it was Leo and his tone of voice was very obviously flirty, you assumed it was some sort of petname.

Hearing his voice as he said it made you distracted for just a split second. But that was enough for the arrow you were shooting to jerk slightly to the left, missing the Gryphon.

"Fuck", you cursed under you breath as you pull out the next arrow and aiming it at the gryphon that had almost reached you now, but Leo had already jumped in attacking it. After a few seconds he had killed it.

This went well for a minute or so, but when you had almost all of them killed , the last four attacked all at ones. Why they mostly attacked solo before you coudnt say.

You managed to shoot one, but Leo had to fend of three of them at once. You aimed at them but couldnt shoot without risking to hit leo. Leo managed to kill one but was immedeately hit with the talons of another against his side. 

He let out a sound similar to that of a wounded dog, before swinging around too face the gryphon and cutting of its head as you finally had a clean shot of the last winged beast.

They turned to dust at the same time. 

You and Leo stood in complete silence for a few seconds catching your breaths. But then Leo let out a little whimper, dropping his sword and bringing his hand up to hold is side.

"LEO!"

 You ran towards him, dropping your bow in favour of helping him towards a fallen tree on the edge of the clearing. 

"Sit and take of your shirt" 

You pulled of your backpack and knelt infront of him, taking out healing supplies as well as a small plastic bag filled ambrosia and a bottle of water.

"Wow, at least let me buy you dinner first, cariño", he flashed you a quick flirty but pained grin as he started to pull of his shirt, grunting in pain in the process.

Deciding to gloss over that comment you wait for him to get off his shirt. 

"I'm really sorry..." 

"For what?" ,He looked at you confused as he laid his shirt on the tree next to him.

You hand him a little square of ambrosia. "I probably could've shot that Gryphon before it attacked you. But I was to scared that I might hit you instead. If I would've just shot, you wouldnt be hurt now." You avoided lookin at his face but could see him eating the piece of ambrosia as you opened the waterbottle, pouring some water on a piece of cloth.

Leo chewed for a few seconds in thougt before swallowing. "That wasnt your fault. Not shooting was the right decision. I'm fine really." He tried to catch your eyes but you purposfully put all your focus on his wound. 

"Your not fine." You mumbled through gritted teeth as you started to clean the wound with the cloth. The Gryphon got him good. Three long gashes starting about an inch to the left of his belly button stretching to the side of his ribs, each almost 6 inches long. Luckily they werent as deep and only flesh wounds, not hitting any organs. 

Leo hissed as you carefully wiped away blood, the ambrosia having stopped the bleeding already. 

The wound now clean, you put the now bloody cloth aside and inspected the gashes further, carefully running your hands over them. You squinted a little as you concentrated.  

You see, your dad bein Apollo made you lucky enough to be blessed with healing powers. Nothing crazy. You definetely wouldnt be able to fully heal this, but it would be much more managable.

Concentrating on letting energy flow through your hands into Leo, you watched the edges of the wounds shrink. The whole thing going down to almost half its orinal size and depth. At this point he wouldnt need stitches.

"Wow, you can fuckin heal?!" You finally look up into Leos eyes, a shocked but excited expression on his face. 

"Yeah.." You say confused. You thought he knew that. Clearly he didnt. But to his credit you didnt do it often, as it was exhausting.

"Thats awesome! It feels all warm and tingly" He grins. His expression reminding you of a child on christmas. It made your insides feel all warm and tingly too.

You quickly looked away, clearing your throat, after realizing that you had just been staring at him for like 30 seconds like a lovesick idiot.

You could feel how his eyes stayed glued to your face as you looked through your stuff for a gauze pad and a roll of bandages.

As you looked up to put on the pad and bandage, you could see his smirk out of the corner of your eyes. He had noticed your staring. You bit the inside of your cheek as you continued to wrap the bandage around his torso. 

The proximity of it made your mouth dry and your stomach turn in nervousness. Your head was racing in thoughts. You had never been this close to him, and him bein shirtless certainly didnt help you either. You were sure your face had one slightly pink, it certainly felt like it.

When you were done you cleared you throat again and began to put away your stuff to avoid looking at him. 

"You should be fine now. Uhm... Might be a little sore but uhm.. yea.." Gods this was embarrassing . Really. 

"Hey Princesa?" He said softly, making you turn towards him with a hum in reply. "Thank you."

A soft smile adorned his face. Not a grin or smirk. The kind were his lips curled up in the corners, lips closed, no teeth showing. The kind that made the skin at the outer corner of his eyes crinkle ever so slightly. Eyes that looked so adoring, instead of their usual almost crazy look. It was an expression he didnt show often. 

Your own face softened at his expression, eyebrows rising just the tiniest bit in surprise.

"No problem." A soft smile matching Leos grew on your face. You forced yourself to not look away from him this time. You watched his own gaze observing your face, before moving back to your eyes. He swallowed, his adams apple bopping slighly.

Leo mumbling your name snapped you out of your daze sligthly. Your real name, not some flirty spanish nickname. Just you. 

"I really, really like you." He sounded really nervous. His eyes kept shifting from one of your eyes to the other before looking away for a second and then back to your eyes.

Hearing those worlds made your brain go into overdrive. Did he really just say that? Did you mishear? Is he making fun of you? He must be. But leo wouldnt do that. But there is no way he liked you right? Sure he flirtet with you. a lot. but he did that with everyone right? Why is he looking at you like that? 

You realize you've just been staring at him, not giving him an answer, and hes starting to look anxious at your lack of response.

"Me? You like me?"

"yea..."

"I- ...."

You couldnt think of a proper response. It shouldve just been a simple i like you too. Bu you still hadnt fully comprehendet the situation. 

"You know what... Just forget i said anyhing. I'm sorry I didnt mean to make things awkward or anything-" Leo started to ramble, interpreing your silence as rejection and shifting his eyes to his feet.

"I like you too!" You blurted out in panic, making his eyes snap back up to meet your gaze. "Like a lot. I like your stupid flirting and i hate it when you flirt with other people. I like when you use tha stupidly soft smile that you barely show. I like your dumb jokes even when they're not funny. I like how you always manage to calm me down no matter how scared i am. I like he way your hair falls into your eyes all the time." You look into his eyes, reaching up to grasp his hands in yours, as your expression softens. "I really like you Leo Valdez."

"really?"

"Yes, really" you laugh slighty never breaking eye contact, making Leo grin slightly.

You just look at each other for a few seconds before Leo quietly asks.

"princesa?"You hum in reply. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

Thats all it takes for his lips to crash into yours. Its soft, but intense. Your eyes are closed as his lip move against yours. His hands moving to cup your face as yours move around his neck, fingers sinking into his brown curls. 

When he pulls away you keep your eyes closed for a few seconds. Leo rests his forehed against yours, his thumbs lightly stroking your cheeks as both of you catch your breaths. 

You lean back in to kiss him again. A quick, small one this time.

You finally open your eyes to look at him. Both of you have goofy smiles stuck on your faces.

"You dont even know how long ive wanted to do that."

"Hopefully at least as long as i have, mi  sol."

(translations: Princesa: Princess, cariño: Darling, mi sol: my sun )

#pjo x reader #writing #fanfic #reader insert #fluff #heroes of olympus #fiction #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez

[titters-and-tingles]

Pizza Pops

Leo was bored out of his mind, so he decided to torment the first brother he found. And maybe get a snack on the way!

"That's it!" Leo threw his phone aside, vaguely in the direction of his pillow. "I'm bored— FUCK!"

He made a lunge for his phone, which bounced off his pillow and and landed face-first on the ground, missing his hands by an inch.

Leo glared at it, snatching it back up. It's screen wasn't even cracked. At least that would've given him something to complain about.

Groaning, he stowed away his phone. "Stupid reinforced glass."

Videos of pranks had grown boring in the last three hours, and he was too lazy to make any elaborate mischief.

Leo decided that being a minor nuisance was enough, and portaled into the kitchen.

He could multitask, get a snack and find someone to torment.

"Hey Leo," Today was Leo's lucky day! Raph was in the kitchen, squatted on the ground and staring at the lit up microwave.

"Heyyy," Leo perched himself on the center island, peeking at the microwave. "Whatcha making?"

"Pizza pops." The microwave dinged and Raph yanked it open, snatching the paper plate and stuffing one in his mouth.

"Ooo," Leo reached for the plate. "Can I have some?"

Raph smacked his hand away. "Heck no, these're Raph's."

"C'mon, I only want one," Leo made another grab for the plate, hopping off the table. "Or two, or three,"

Raph stuffed another pizza pop in his mouth, and lifted the plate above his head. "There's more in the freezer, heat 'em up yourself."

"But I want yours!"

"Too bad— hey!" Raph flinched as Leo poked his armpit. "Cut it out!"

Ducking Raph's free hand, Leo wiggled his fingers in Raph's armpit. "Cut what out?"

"Stop tickling me!" Raph backed away from him, switching the hand that's holding the plate to push at Leo.

"I will, I will," Leo's other hand found Raph's neck, wiggling under his chin. "Y'know, if you share,"

Raph's neck scrunched up, and he started sniggering, free hand latching onto Leo's wrist. "You can't have any!"

"Rude!" Leo's hands jump down to squeeze at Raph's calves. "Guess I'll just tickle you until you change your mind."

"No!" Leo squeezed at Raph's knee and he buckled, still holding the plate of pizza pops over his head. "Don't!"

Leo snatched the plate and placed it on the table. "Now that that's out of the way," Leo scribbled at Raph's sides and Raph threw his head back, cackling.

"Lay off, Leo!" Raph's arms clamped down and he tried to squirm away.

"Nah," Leo poked Raph's beak, making his face scrunch. "This's what you get for not sharing with me!"

Raph tried to answer, but Leo squirmed his fingers into Raph's armpits and he ended up descending into hysterical laughter instead. "STAHPIT!"

"Stop what? Tickling you?" Leo blew s raspberry into his neck, making him shout with laughter and redouble his effort to squirm away.

"YEAH! THAT!" Raph tried to say something else, but cut himself off with startled yelp when Leo's hands moved back down to pinch at his thighs. "Hey hey, no—" He pushed weakly at Leo's wrists.

"Aw, does that tickle?" Leo's hands jumped to Raph's plastron, scribbling.

"Yeah it dOAHAHA—" He smacked lightly at Leo in protest. "NAHHAH! CUT IT!"

"Tickle tickle tickle!" Leo wiggled his fingers against Raph's upper arms. "Who's a ticklish guy?"

"GEHOFFAMEHEHE!" Raph curled up, laughter turning into frantic giggles. "Getoffameheheh!"

Leo blew a raspberry against Raph's plastron, snickering. "You're so ticklish!"

"NAHAHAHA!"

"Yeah, you are!" Leo sniggered, clawing down Raph's plastron. "Look how hard you're laughing!"

Raph's face flushed and he covered his mouth with his hands, muffling his laughter.

"Oh no you don't," Leo's hands jumped up, digging into Raph's armpits. "Tickle tickle tickle!"

Raph shrieked, hands clamping around Leo's wrists. "GETOUTTATHERENAHAH!"

Leo blew a couple raspberries into Raph neck. "Only if you share!"

Raph's legs kicked against the ground, laughing too hard to answer.

Leo let up a little, leaving his neck alone and slowing his wiggling fingers.

Raph's cackling slowed into frantic giggles, and his grip on Leo's wrists loosened. "Leo,"

"Yeah Raph?" Leo's hands wiggled out of Raph's armpits to pinch at his sides.

Raph squeaked, pushing weakly at Leo's hands. His eyes narrowed. "Raph's gonna get you back."

The goofy grin on his face let Leo know the severity of the threat.

"Not if you can't catch me!" Leo scribbled his fingers against Raph's sides one last time, before hopping off of him onto the table.

Raph made a grab for him, missing by mere inches.

Leo popped a pizza pop into his mouth. "See ya!"

Raph sat up, cracking his knuckles, a dangerous grin on his face.

With a dramatic swoosh, he opened a portal— "¡Y buena suerte para atraparme!" —and fell backwards through it.

Now this was entertaining!

#rottmnt tickle fic #tickling #ler!leo #lee!raph #sfw tickling community #my writing tag #posting things ✏ #fanfic

[sikyurame]

🌧️ for Donro

This is cheating, but all I have is this wip I’ve been working on since…August? 👀

Takes places in the reboot universe, Gyro and Donald have a chat about their past relationship while it rains

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After a week long heatwave, the weather started to cool in Duckburg as rain finally showered the city. Images of fuzzy buildings and citizens reflected off the streets and sidewalks.

Along the outskirts, was a house filled to the brim with gadgets and gizmos, some strewn about the yard or on the house itself. At the front of the house, sat a duck and a rooster chatting away underneath the roof that kept them dry from the light drizzle.

“You really tried to test Mrs. Beakley? Of all people?” Gyro wheezed, as he rubbed a tear from his eye, “Why!?”

“Because she set so many rules when we first moved in!” Donald stated, “I’m sure you would’ve done the same thing if you were in my place!”

“Donald please, I’ve known her for a decade now. I would never try to test that woman’s patience. I value my life, thank you very much.”

The duck grumbled, “Still, I appreciate her not breathing down my neck every time I did something.”

“You doofus, isn’t she the caretaker of Scrooge’s mansion? It’s pretty much her job,” Gyro replied before covering his beak in an attempt to hide his snickers.

Donald’s eye twitched, but after a few seconds he released his tension and joined in his friend’s laughter. Who was he kidding? He was a walking safety hazard when he first moved back into Scrooge’s mansion.

Not a moment sooner, the drizzle started to pick up a bit, causing Gyro to yelp as he pulled his legs up on the porch as the rain began seep through his pants. The inventor let out an irritated groan.

“I gotta get an umbrella,” Gyro announced as he walked to the front door, “I’ll be back in a bit, do NOT touch anything while I’m gone.”

“Aye-aye boss man,” Donald saluted. He was well aware of the severity of the warning, Gyro had a habit of leaving all his incomplete projects outside his workshop, and the duck didn’t want to see the results of what could happen if they weren’t handled properly.

With Gyro now out of sight, Donald gazed up at the large gray cloud blanketing the sky. His mind began to wander as he felt droplets of rain land against his beak.

It had been a long time since he got to hang out with the scientist. But after all that happened in the span of a decade, Donald could see why the long pause. Ever since that fateful day when he stormed out of McDuck Mansion after the incident, he had cut off contact with everyone.

Scrooge. Beakley. Duckworth….

And Gyro.

Nowadays it seemed outlandish, but once upon a time Donald remembered having a close relationship with Gyro since childhood. They were like two peas in a pod, and eventually that friendship blossomed into something more.

Donald tapped his fingers on the wood below as he closed his eyes, remembering those intimate moments: their first kiss, their first date at funzos, and all those late night phone calls.

All those cherished memories, were just that memories. Now here they are, years later and barely hanging out again.

/////You should be happy. At least you guys are trying to reconnect again. Isn’t that great?/////

/////No I’m not.///// Donald answered himself.

“Aha, I knew I’d find it!”

Donald nearly jumped at the sudden yell. He shifted his head to catch Gyro jumping out of his house with a rather small device in his hand.

“What the heck is that?” Donald questioned.

“My umbrella of course!”

“Gyro, no offense, but that looks more like a wand then an umbrella.”

“Hmph! To simpletons like you! Feist your eyes on my latest invention, UMtron! With a simple flick of your wrist, the wand turns into an umbrella!” Gyro explained as a compartment opened revealing the umbrella folds.

“Alrighty, not anything I’d call impressive,” Donald said unamusingly.

“The disrespect. BEHOLD, for it can also substitute as a popcorn maker. Now, hold out your hands and BE AMAZED,” Gyro announced before pressing a button.

Donald watched as a tube came out from underneath the umbrella fabric. Intrigued, the duck held out his hands and with another button press, popcorn spilled into his palms.

“Alright, that’s pretty impressive,” Donald chuckled as he took a bite of the popcorn, “Is butter the only flavor?”

“Ick, must you insult me? There are about thirty different popcorn flavors programmed in here.”

“…thirty?”

“Yes thirty, oh my god you’re as shocked as Boyd and Newton when I showed them the first time.”

Donald was about to question further, but decided to snap his beak shut. He’s learned not to question Gyro about the “quirks” with his inventions.

However, Donald did think about something else to ask, “Cool, but how long until this one eventually swears allegiance to the dark side.”

“YOU WOU—I will ignore that and accept your half hearted praise,” Gyro hummed before sitting back down on the porch steps with his umbrella in hand. With another button press, popcorn spilled onto his own hand.

“Why popcorn though?” Donald asked as he popped another kernel into his beak.

“Why not popcorn?” Gyro shrugged, “Why not ALL the popcorn?”

“I MEANT why specifically popcorn coming from the tube. I would expect something like black licorice, especially from you,” Donald replied with an eyeroll.

Gyro shrugged again before shoving the rest of the kernels into his beak, “Didn’t feel like it.”

Donald couldn’t help but snort at that reply as he gave the rooster a light shove.

Such a typical Gyro answer.

Soon the two fell into silence once more as the rain filled in the noise. Donald threw kernels into his beak while Gyro sat quietly underneath his umbrella, the rooster’s gaze lingered down to a puddle below his shoe.

It felt soothing, perfect almost.

Almost.

Upon finishing his snack, Donald turned his attention to Gyro who was busy lightly tapping his shoe on the puddle.

Donald wanted to speak about his prior thoughts, but he hesitated. He wasn’t sure how receptive Gyro would be if he brought up the past.

He had just gotten his best friend back, would it really be worth risking Gyro just because he decided to indulge in the past? The more he thought about it, the more he realized how tough this was.

“…you okay?” Gyro asked.

“Uhh,” Donald said his brain still in autopilot.

Gyro rolled his eyes before poking at Donald’s forehead, “Are you okay? You’re just staring at me, and I find that a little creepy.”

“Oh sorry,” Donald paused, “I just have a lot on my mind at the moment.”

Gyro frowned, “…You wanna talk about it?”

“I want too…but also not.”

“Sounds conflicting, maybe you should just say.”

“Yeah, but…there’s something I have to speak up about that I just don’t want too.”

“Like what?”

“Um…”

“…Does it involve me?”

“…No.”

Gyro raised his eyebrows, his eyelids half lidded with an unamused stare directed at Donald.

“Okay, yes it involves you, but I don’t want to…y’know share too much about it.”

“…well that’s pretty unhelpful. If it’s about me, then I have the right to hear everything about whatever it is your so worried about, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yeah, but—“

“Then say it.”

Donald hesitated. His next move could easily make or break whatever bond he had managed to forge with the man next to him, and that was a bridge he wasn’t sure if he wanted to burn again.

//Well, there’s only one way to find out…// Donald panicked inwardly as he took a breath.

“It’s about us,” the duck stated as he turned his head toward the inventor next to him.

Gyro stared in confusion before fixing his glasses, “What about us?”

“The past, Gyro.”

“The past? What are you trying to tell m—oh,” Gyro cut himself off as he realized what the duck was alluding at, “Well leave it be then, we’re passed that point.”

“What do you mean?”

Gyro sighed, “Means, I’m having second thoughts about offering to listen.”

Yeah that was the exact response Donald was nervous about. He couldn’t fault Gyro in his change of tone.

But for some reason, Donald still wanted to push the subject further.

“Yeah but, I feel like we need to clear it up and—“

Gyro snorted, “There’s nothing to clear up. It didn’t work out, so we broke it off. Let’s move on.”

At this point, the rain picked up speed, now it was a downpour. Puddles splashed below from contact from fallen droplets. The pitter-patter now echoing the sound of people clapping.

Donald frowned. Gyro always had a habit of being blunt about things, but this made their past relationship sound like a disaster rather than what it actually was.

“Gyro, you know that’s not true.”

“…Like I said, let’s not bring it up.”

“I know you don’t want to speak of it—“

“As I’ve boldly repeated a few times now.”

“—But Gyro, I think it’s time that we have a chat about—“

“No, we don’t.”

“Gyro, don’t do this.”

“I’m not doing anything, you’re the one that’s pushing this!”

“Gyro, please. Our relationship wasn’t going downhill—“

“Then, why’d you say it when you dumped me in the middle of my GODDAMN INTERNSHIP!”

The outburst was sudden. Donald nearly fell over from the sheer volume of Gyro’s voice. He knew bringing up their past was a sensitive topic, but he wasn’t expecting such an angry yell.

After a few seconds, realization dawned upon Gyro as the rooster managed to pick up what had just happened. Horror filled his eyeballs. Gyro could feel tears running down his cheeks, his body shook, as his grip tightened on the umbrella The rooster scrambled to pull himself back together in a vain attempt.

“N-no I…I mean…I’m n-not…ugh,” Gyro stuttered. It was an involuntary reaction, a tone he used to carry back in his younger years, something he thought he’d left in the past.

Gyro felt Donald’s hand on his shoulder. He closed his eyes and turned his head in the other direction. The last thing he needed was Donald laughing at him for falling back into his old pathetic speech pattern.

However to his surprise, that didn’t happen. No, not at all, instead Donald patted his shoulder, and with a soothing tone the duck told him too, “Take a deep breath.”

“H-huh?”

“Take a deep breath.”

“But…”

“Just take a deep breath, okay?”

There was a few seconds of silence before Gyro finally nodded back and closed his eyes. Slowly inhaled a chunk of air, and soon after he exhaled that chunk out before repeating the action a few more times.

Little by little, Gyro felt the stress leave his body with every exhale.

Confident that his panic had ceased, Gyro reopened his eyes, he looked over to Donald who had a small smile on his beak.

The duck lightly patted the inventor’s back, “There, better now?”

“Yeah,” Gyro shrugged, “I…apologize I didn’t mean for any of that, especially the uh—whole thing I yelled.”

“It’s fine,” Donald shrugged as he scooted closer, “It’s not your fault, I kind of forced it on you.”

“Yeah, you did. Granted, me trying to dodge the question probably didn’t help,” Gyro grimaced, with a slight hint of embarrasment in his tone.

Donald gave him a cheeky smile, in an attempt to lighten the mood the duck responded back with, “Aww, is that regret I hear?”

Gyro said nothing instead giving the duck an amused stare.

#asks #donro #Sikyu: Ah yeah if anyone asks for a story it’ll be short nothing more than ten paragraphs #also Sikyu: …so here’s a wip I’ve been slowly writing since August of last year #lol look I was lazy to write another donro rain story so I’m spoiling yall with this wip that I may or may not finish >> #uhh do not mind any typos or slashes those are just reminders for me for when I ever make it to revising this gosh dang thing

[scp6048]

DHMIS Death Tickle Rewrite.

A little while after duck was buried and yellow guy and red guy saw the people mourning in their house,we see duck and coffin in the ground and duck pulled a string to turn on a light. Coffins face then turned and showed it self and a little while later, Coffin shouted at duck “YES AND YOUR’RE TERRIBLE AT BEING DEAD YOU’RE ON YOU’RE OWN NOW JUST SIT HERE AND THINK ABOUT YOU’RE LIFE.”But duck then said “I need something to do you sure you can’t stay around?”To which coffin replied “no I cannot.” But then he felt duck scratch him but instead of shouting at duck he just contemplated the fact that he just giggled.So duck said “What was that?”And Coffin being Embarresd said “Uh It Was nothing you .. you don’t even think about that.” But then duck said “Ok well then whats this.”duck then started moved his fingers in a tickling movement on coffins side and in the center of coffin where his belly would be and then coffin started laughing and saying “Listen i nehehed thoho gohoho.”And duck then said to him realizing that he had a leg up on on e of the teachers for ONCE said “Nope if you still want to go then you’re gonna need to do what i want to do.” And Coffin then said “Whahahahaahaahahaahahaht thehehehehehehres nohoho wahahaahy.”So Duck said “then i suppose you just want to get tickled forever!”Duck then repositeoned himself to make him Hands Closer to the back of coffin,and coffins legs were inside of him and duck took off coffins shoes and placed a rat on one and the rat started nibbleing down on the puppets toes ,And duck used one of his feathered Hands to continue tickleing Where coffins belly would be and used his other feathered hand to tickle coffins felted soles.Coffin was now sreaming with laughter and said “Lhihihhihihihhihihihihhiistehehen Yohhohohohohou cahahahahahahn’t Dohohohhohohohhoho this tohohoho mheheehehe.”Duck then used one of his flippers to scratch/tickle where coffins neck would be and then Coffin started doing what Duck least expected and he started snorting in between Laughs.Duck then said “you still want to be tickled or do you just going to do what i want.”And Coffin Laughed “I’m nohhohohohohoht gohohhohohoginheheg thhohohoho dohohhohohohohe thhaahahhahahahaahahhaahahhaaHat bhuhhuhuht yohohohhoohohhohohohoohhoohu cahhahahahahahahahan’t dohohohhoohoho thhihihihihihihihis.”But duck said “ you know i’ll say this Admit to me that you’re ticklish and do what i what and i’ll Consider stopping tickling you.”Coffin being Emmbaresed enough already laughed “ Weheheheheheheheehhll ihhihihihihihi’m nohhohoohhoohhohoohhoot*Snort* tihihhihihihihihihickihihhihihihihihish.”And duck then said “well listen If you’re not ticklish then explain this.”Duck then began to stop tickling coffins Soles and took the rat off for a moment and because coffins arms were still in himself duck decided to PUT the rat and a couple worms under coffins armpits the critters started nibbleing ONCE More on coffins Armpits and then duck started tickling Coffins Armpit himself and did it extremely slowey Draging his feathered fingers up and down coffins under arm,Causeing Coffin to eurupt with laughter and then Coffin shouted through laughter “Okahahahahahahahahy ihhihhihihiihihi’m tihihihihihihhihihckleihihihsh Plhehehehehhehhehehehehehse Stohohhohohohohohohohohohohp!” But Duck said “nope you’re forgeting you’re going to need to say you’re going to do what i want.”And Coffin Then laughed “Whhaahahahaht ihihihhihihihihihihi’m nohohhohohohohhot sahhahahahaahahahahhihihhinnng thaahhaahahahaahahaht!”So duck said “Alright then you’ve chosen torture.” Duck then took three of the worms nibbling on coffins armpit and put one on coffins other armpit and two of them on coffins toes and soles of his feet ,and he went back to tickling coffins toes,soles,and where his neck would be and then chose to do ducks preferred tickling method and then used his beak to blow a ginormous raspberry on coffins belly,this sent Coffin over the eve a tad he attempted to tickle duck back.

But the bad thing for coffin was that duck wasn’t ticklish at all duck then stopped tickleing Coffins foot and grabbed both of coffins arms and started scratching coffins sides.Coffin let Out another loud laugh Laughing “Whaahahahhaahhaahhaahhahahy ahaahahahahahahare yhhoohhoohhhohohohu dohohohhoihieheheheheheheihihing thhihihhihihhihhis.”Duck then said “Listen I just need something to do is that so much to ask?” He then did about 6 more raspberries on Coffins belly,Coffin also shouted “Plheheheheheehheehheehehheehehehehheehehhse I’hhihihihihihihihihihihihihihim beheheheheheehehheheehehgihigihhihing yohohhoohhohohohohhohohhohou!”Duck then decided to stop tickling coffin for about 20 minutes not for coffins sake but for the sake of ducks fingers.Duck said at the end of the period he took a break “Well I’m going to keep tickling you, unless you say that I can do what I want.”Coffin then said “Listen buddy I can’t tickle you so you can’t tickle me it’s just not fair.”But duck said “No I can do this as long as I want.”Duck then wondered what method of tickling he should use next.Coffin while Duck was resting had put his pilgrim looking shoes on and righting the buckle on the shoes so duck couldn’t tickle him.Duck then decided to blow another big raspberry on Coffins neck throwing Coffin into another fit of hysterical laughter. “Yhhohohohohohoohhoohhoohohohhohohohohohohhohou ihihhihihhihihhihihhihiheheheheheheeheheheehheheehehe cahahahaahahahaahahahaahahahan’t maahhahahahahahaahahahahahke ihihihhihihihihihihihihit sthohohhohohohohohohohohohohohhohohohp.”Duck then teased the coffin “Oh are you ticklish Buddy?You want more tickles?”then i Duck hit Coffins Death spot as Duck nibbled on Coffins knee and blew raspberries into it, Coffin screamed “Ahhahahahqhahhahaahahahhahahahahhahahahahahahahhaha yohhohohhoohohhohohohhohohohohhohou sthaoaaoaoaoaohohohohhohohohahaahahahahahahhahaahhap!Ahahaaaahahahahahahhahahahahahahaahahahhahahahahaahhahaah.”Duck stopped tickling coffin to say “I since I know you love being tickled where do you want me to tickle you next?”Coffin said “ look I don’t like this but I can’t stop you so you know what do your worst.”So duck did and he got more worms from a corner and placed two of them on coffins arm pits once more,Duck then took the time of removing coffins shoes and buckles using two of the worms to tickle one of coffins soles really hard.duck used his two flippers to tickle coffins neck And using both of his feathered hands to tickle coffins soles and toes,taking one of his hands off coffins foot and tickled coffins Side and Finally Began blowing raspberries again.And coffin finally broke “OkhahahahahahahahahahahahaahhaahhY Bwhahhaahahahahah yohohohhohohhohohehehehehehdhheehheeheheh whihhihihhihihehehehn ihhihihhihihihihhihi whihhihihihihihihll dhohohohohohohhoho wahahahahahahahhahaaht yohhohohohhhoohohhoo whahahahaahhahhahnt!” Duck finally stopped saying that’s all I needed to hear.

#dhmis #dhmis duck #dhmis coffin #dhmis tickles

[duckapus]

(So I went on a walk and came up with a great idea for Showtime's ultimate fate at the end of the Wonder Arc, and even though I still have the vast majority of the arc to write I wanted to get this out now so I don't forget it. I'll do my best to not include any spoilers beyond "the good guys win in the end" and "yeah the character heavily implied to be Floyd was definitely Floyd")

As everyone else is celebrating, Duck wanders the battlefield seemingly aimlessly, looking for something, "Come on, with that much personality and determination you must left something behind..."

In a relatively quiet area he sees it; a tiny, malformed, glowing lump of some black-and-pink substance half-buried in the dirt, invisible and intangible to anyone but himself. He picks it up and checks it over, breathing a sigh of relief when he doesn't sense any of the meat moss's power or influence lingering within it, "Well, you've caused quite a bit of grief the last couple weeks."

Floyd overhears him and floats over, eyeing the lump nervously, "Wait, is that..."

"Showtime's soul, yeah."

"Huh. Didn't think she'd have one, considering she was pretty much just where the corruption and Emmy's brain overlapped."

"Yeah, it's definitely a case of just barely managing it. It's horrifically underdeveloped and rotted almost clean through...but not quite irredeemable, now that all the gunk's been cleaned out." despite the gentle smile saying this prompts from him, there's a distinctly unfriendly, possibly vengeful gleam in his eyes.

"Uh, I know you had something to do with Welony coming back. You're not gonna-"

"No! Hell no, I'm not making you guys deal with her after all that!" He did not get his physical form stuck inside a mushroom just to more-or-less reward the bitch that indirectly caused it, "No, I have something much more interesting planned..." Yep. Definitely vengeful.

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The next thing Showtime knows, she's waking up in what looks like a factory inside a volcano with the world's worst hangover.

"Ohhhh, dying's a bitch." she reaches up and massages the bridge of her beak with one flipper while doing her best to push herself up off the ground with the other.

...Wait.

Beak?

Flippers!?

Headache briefly forgotten, she shoots up (and then nearly topples right back over because it feels like she's on fucking stilts) and looks around frantically for a reflective surface. When she finally finds a big, particularly well-polished exposed gear, she's stunned by what she sees.

There in the makeshift mirror, there stands a bizarre, penguin-like thing held together by comically large stitches, brought up from two feet to three by a pair of long wooden peg-legs, with tiny black bat wings and a fucking fanny pack! The only things left of her old, beautiful self are her color scheme and eyes- mostly pink with a black belly and sclera and blood-red question marks for pupils.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

"The proper grammatical structure would be "what the fuck, dood," miss Showtime."

She whirls around to see who the hell just said that, finding an absolute twink of a vampire who clearly has a stick up his ass, and a brown haired teenage girl in an outfit clearly designed to look like a blue version of her current dumpy form leaning casually on a baseball bat like it's a cane.

The girl pipes up, "She's gonna be a hard case, huh boss?"

"You would know, miss "I'll just blindly obey the first person who talks to me and incite a revolution because this is clearly all just a dream and nothing matters"."

"Hey, I got over my denial eventually, didn't I?"

"Yes, and then you strongarmed me into making you a demon and one of my TA's so you could focus on world domination plans with your little sister and wouldn't have to reincarnate or take those remedial lessons you owed me."

"HEY! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON????"

"Ah yes, my apologies. I am the Vampire Lord Valvatorez, Prinny Instructor Extraordinaire!" he poses exactly as dramatically as you'd expect, then makes a sweeping gesture to the girl, "And this is Fuka Kazamatsuri, one of my assistants."

Fuka gives a lazy, two-fingered salute, "Yo."

"And you, miss Showtime, are part of the Netherworld's latest batch of new Prinnies."

"I...don't know what that means."

Fuka takes over the explanation, "Right, you're not from around here so you wouldn't know. Okay, so first off, you are fully aware that you're dead, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, here in our universe, one of four things can happen when you die...well, technically five if you include ghosts. Your average Joe who had a zero-impact life where they didn't cause no major trouble for nobody just gets reincarnated. Especially virtuous souls become Angels, while truly irredeemable ones get flat-out destroyed. And for people like you and me, who've either sinned frequently enough to get noticed or done some truly heinous shit, but still have a chance to do better next time, there's Prinnies.

"As a Prinny, your one goal in afterlife is to atone for your sins so you can...basically pay off your tab. And to atone, you work. You work for whatever Angel or Demon will hire you for whatever pay they're willing to give you doing whatever job they have for you. Once you've worked long enough, hard enough, and feel genuine remorse for all you've done? You get to reincarnate with the Joe Schmoes. Total clean slate, new body, new mind, whole new you." She smirks and pulls an extremely thick scroll with Showtime's name written at the top in flowing script, "And you've built up quite the tab for such a young soul."

Oh. Oh god no.

"Also you explode if someone throws you. It doesn't kill you or anything, but it's not exactly fun," she shrugs, "could be worse, though. I mean, you picked a pretty good Netherworld to spend your damnation in. We've got, like, Unions and shit."

Showtime just barely manages to shake herself out of her near-catatonic state, "And, uh...what does me not saying "dude" have to do with that?"

Val-whatever his name was once again takes the stage, ""A Prinny must always end the final sentence in their current dialogue box with 'dood', that spelling specifically, or else face grave consequences, unless circumstances render it impossible to do so." The first of many lessons you will learn here. As I'm sure you've noticed, a newly created Prinny does not automatically know how to be a Prinny. Your movements, your magic, the behavior expected of you all of these things and more must be taught! And as your assigned Instructor, it is my duty and privilege to ensure that your entry into Prinny society is as smooth and painless as possible, as I do with every damned soul that passes through these halls."

Aaaand there's the catatonia again.

"Now come along, miss Showtime. If my watch is correct, it's nearly time for Orientation, and I will not tolerate tardiness from either of us."

#smg4 #smg4 ocs #disgaea #what a wonderful game au #the wonder arc #showtime #duck the codeless #floyd floyener #valvatorez #fuka kazamatsuri #fuka the unprinny #prinny #a fitting revenge i think

[hotsforharlow]

What if while on the Crème tour bestie reader calls jack and urban on FaceTime to tell them she’s got a boyfriend and jack is so confused cause she’s his. They beak up before the tour ends but that is the extra push for jack to take her on the next tour, so no man will snatch her up when they’re not around.

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

“Where are you now?” You asked Urban on facetime whilst walking around the sunny streets of Kentucky. You finally had a day off work and were using it to your full advantage, “In Vegas right now.” Urban hummed and you softly smiled at the excitement written all over his face. “You always wanted to go there.”

You were proud of your boys; they had accomplished so much so quickly. “You are enjoying yourself then?” You giggled out. “Better if you were here.” Urban hummed with a pout on those lips. “Maybe another time.” You whispered. It had been hard without them, but you would all be together soon and your studies were nearly over as well.

“Yeah, I know Jack’s missed you.” Urb whispered and you ducked your head; smiling at the thought of your friend. “What with all these new friends he has?” You hummed, only half joking as worry settled inside you. “You’ll always be his favourite.” Urban was about to continue when he grew distracted. You looked at the traffic and stopped for a moment before crossing the road. “Hey you.” Jack’s voice moved over you. You looked back to the screen and noticed Urban had left; probably still in the room. “Hey,” You softly replied, looking him over in worry but he looked good. So good, it was unfair.

“You looking after yourself?” You asked as you moved into the small park; one you had all used when you were younger. Memories of time long gone washed over you as you moved towards the bench. “Course, have to when I haven’t got you.” Jack hummed and you softly smiled; shaking your head at your idiot. “Is that our tree?” Jack asked and you turned the camera to face the large, Oak tree in front of you. “Yes,” You giggled out and remembered the times you both would relax under there. Most of the time just the two of you; talking about your dreams. It was where you had fallen in love with him for the first time.

Not that you had ever told him that. “I thought you were working today?” Jack asked and you looked down to see him relaxing in the chair; hotly manspreading as ever. “Extended lunch. I’m meeting someone.” You babbled out. You missed the frown that quickly moved over Jack’s face before it disappeared. “Oh, do I know them?” Jack asked, pretending to be interested in something other than the jealousy moving through him. “He’s new. Just joined our team at work.” You babbled, subtly looking around for the guy in question. “Oh, right.” Jack whispered as you leaned back into the bench. “But this will always be our spot.” You winked at him.

He smiled back but you saw that it didn’t reach those blues of his. Before you could ask, you saw your date arriving. “Gotta go, Jack. I’ll call you later.” You babbled out and didn’t wait for a reply.  

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“I don’t get it.” Jack whispered mostly to himself as he watched the call be cancelled. His fingers moved through his curls in frustration. “What’s wrong?” Urban asked from the other side of the room. “I keep losing my chance with her.” He fell back into the sofa; legs spread as he tried to control his emotions. “You have to actually tell her then. You can’t just assume she knows.” Urban as gently as he could tried to get through to his friend. Jack sighed and shook his head, “It doesn’t matter now.” He placed his head in his hands and tried to calm himself. He had a job to do and shows to focus on.

~

You didn’t expect the relationship to last; but you didn’t think it would end this early. Maybe it was you? Nothing ever went the way you wanted but you couldn’t allow Jack to see how upset you were. You knew Urban would've already messaged him; it was just easier to keep Urb up to date as Jack was always so busy. But that didn’t stop him from telling Jack the first chance he had, which was why you weren’t surprised when a call from Jack came over the phone. “You okay?” Those were the first words that came from him and you couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, all good here.” You whispered, settling yourself comfortably on your bed.

“Sorry to hear about your new guy.” Jack mumbled, but you rolled your eyes at his tone. You knew he didn’t like anyone you got with. “No, you aren’t,” You giggled as he broke into a smile. “No, I’m not.” You shook your head with a sigh and moved to lie on your side with Jack’s face looking up at you through the phone. “I’ve got something that’ll cheer you up.” Jack hummed, his tone brightening and you couldn’t help but follow suit. Your eyes locked on his and a smile tugged on your lips. “And what’s that?” You giggled out, hugging your covers closer. “I’ve been able to get you to come on the next tour.” Jack whispered as if it was a secret.

“OMG! No way.” You cried out to him, eyes so bright as you moved to sit up. Jack couldn’t help but fall in love even more at how excited you were. “Of course, I need my best girl, don’t I?” He winked and you giggled even more. “Yeah, you do.” You hummed and could feel yourself relaxing. All would be okay now. Maybe you should just focus on yourself for now, you thought as the conversation carried on.

#jack harlow x reader #bestfriend au #request

[panfluidme]

Twins of Chaos

Master Post, Chapter One

CHAPTER TWO: A PERFECT JOB

Once in the room, they set down their stuff, and decided to just hang out and discuss their next plans.

"Obviously, we're going to need a job and an apartment."

Leo nodded. "Right. I'll start job hunting."

"I could sell some machine blueprints to scrape by until then?"

"You don't need those blueprints, right? I don't want you to sell things you need, or might need."

"Oh. I'll still have them. I'll make them digital and sell them there."

"Alright, then," Leo shrugged.

Donnie sat on his bed, tapping his fingers on his legs. "This feels weird."

Leo looked at him with a questioning look.

"You look so different. I haven't seen what I look like, but I assume it's not pretty?"

"What are you talking about?" Leo asked. He got up, and grabbed Donnie's hand, then brought him to the mirror that was on the bathroom door.

Donnie blinked, staring at his reflection. "That's me?"

Leo nodded. "Yep."

Donnie looked at Leo. "We look more like twins like this than in our actual looks."

Leo nodded again. "Correct again, mi hermano."

"We're still not twins, but we do look like it."

"Yeah, we could really fool everyone into thinking we're actual twins with this," Leo laughed.

"Hm. Do you want to?"

"Only if you do," Leo said.

"I'm fine with it. Sounds like fun."

"Then that's a plan," Leo nodded.

Donnie grinned. "Well, Nardo, then we'll be twins. Like you've been constantly claiming for years."

"Yeah, so let's do this," Leo smiled at him. "We got this."

"I think this might do us some good."

Leo nodded. "Yeah. So, let's just chill out here, do some job searching online, and we'll see what tomorrow brings."

Donnie nodded. "I brought my laptop."

"And I have my phone," Leo said. He went back and sat down on his bed, pulling out his phone.

Donnie sat on his bed, taking off his battle shell and opening it up. Leo kept scrolling through job information. He wasn't even sure what he wanted to do. He never really thought about actually getting a real, human job.

"Oh. Would you look at that? The studio downtown is looking for background people to star in an animated show," Donnie mumbled to himself.

"Wait, really?" Leo asked, getting excited about that. He always had this out of reach dream of being an actor, but given his way of livelihood, that was always out of reach.

"Yes."

"Can I see that?" Leo asked, walking over to Donnie.

Donnie showed him his screen. "The shows about talking birds. They haven't figured out the full cast yet."

"Have they held auditions yet?" Leo asked.

"Not yet. It's next Monday."

"What do you think, D? Should I audition?" Leo asked.

"I think it would be a fitting job for you."

"Hey, you should audition too! We could do it together!" Leo suggested.

"Me? The guy who rarely expresses emotions audition for a show?"

"Yeah! I think it could be fun! And who knows, you might just find some sort of... hidden talent, or something."

"Sigh, if you think I should, I will."

"And if we don't get cast, that's okay! At least we're trying it!"

Donnie nodded. "Are you hoping to get a bigger role or...?"

"Well, I'll take whatever I can get, but I think I'm gonna go for a main role," Leo admitted. He was feeling pretty confident about it.

"Okay. Looking at the audition lines, I believe Dewey Duck would be a good fit for you. Or perhaps Launchpad or Louie."

Leo read through them. "Yeah," he nodded. "I think I'm gonna go for Dewey, honestly. Sounds like his characters really fits my vibe, you know?"

"I'll just play one of the Begal Boys that have one or two episodes."

Leo nodded. "If that's what you want to go for, then go for it!"

Donnie smiled and kept scrolling through the list of characters. "Hm, Mark Beaks is kinda interesting."

"He seems like your type of guy," Leo chuckled. "Egoistical and tech savvy."

"I am not egotistical. If anyone is, it's you."

"We both are," Leo claimed.

"Eye roll."

"Alright, Donnie, do you realize how big this is? This could be our big break," Leo said.

"It could be." Donnie looked at the screen. "Maybe I'll go for Mark."

"Whatever you want, dude," Leo said supportively.

"I do think we shouldn't go as Leo and Donnie. Cause if Raph or Mikey watch it and see our names in the credits, they'd know how to find us. Especially my name. Who goes by Donnie or Donatello these days?"

Leo nodded. "We need fake names." He thought for a minute. "Aha! Got it! I'll be Benjamin Joseph Johnson! Ben Johnson on screen."

"I shall be Joshua Max Johnson, Josh for short."

"Yeah, alright, sounds good!" Leo said.

"We should practice our lines."

Leo nodded. "Yeah. We've never done this before. This is gonna be an experience."

Chapter Three

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt au #rottmnt leo #rottmnt angst #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #twins of chaos #disaster twins #acting au

[genork-the-fandork]

Merry Digi-mas, @smackins ! I was your Digimon Secret Santa!

(This is my writing blog, but my main is @animegenork - I know it's confusing)

I had to think about this one quite a bit, as I mostly dabble in writing rather than art, and what can I do with Digimon lines and writing? ;w; Not much...

But! I took a peeksie around your blog and saw your icon was Kunemon (excellent choice), and your letter said you also love Tentomon! An idea took shape, and the result was this little crossover fic! I hope you like it, and I hope you have a very merry holiday season!

Thank you to @digisecretsanta and @sluggybasson107 for the excellent hosting of this event! 💕

So Much for Rescue

Word Count: 1508 | Universe: Survive x Adventure [Tri] Crossover | Characters: Ryo Tominaga, Kunemon, Koushiro Izumi, Tentomon | Dedicated to smackins

Ryo pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes for the fiftieth time that day. The others had suggested that he go outside and take a breather, maybe clear his head a little. It wasn’t working in the slightest. Not only had Kunemon followed him outside—the thing was like a ninja! He could barely hear him move!—but his head was still swirling with all the thoughts that kept bombarding the sides of his skull like bullets. Ha! Bullets! That was the last thing he needed to be worrying about right now!

Beside him, Kunemon sat quietly, his two front legs folded quietly in front of him. Resting his cheek on his right hand, Ryo peered down at him, narrowing his eyes. He supposed he was getting used to the weird creature, but it was hard. What did “Kew” even mean? How did the other monsters even understand any of that? He could barely wrap his head around where they were, much less try and figure out why this monster who spoke in chirps was following him around all the time. “Are you ever gonna be able to talk?”

Kunemon turned his head toward Ryo, his head tilting the slightest bit. In a way, that was fair—Ryo couldn’t remember if he’d interacted directly with Kunemon besides the screaming in the first few minutes. Since then, he’d only ever tried talking to the other kids… or to himself. After a few seconds, supposedly of making sure Ryo had indeed been speaking to him, Kunemon’s beak parted, and he let out a simple “Kewkew!” in response.

“Wish I had a translator around for this,” Ryo muttered, sighing. Besides the fact that he was probably going to get jumped at any moment, going off alone had been a terrible idea. Especially with this horrible communication problem between him and Kunemon.

“Guess we should go back,” he surmised, pushing himself to his feet and dusting himself off. Kunemon appeared to raise himself up on his legs, but it was hard to tell, considering he was so close to the ground compared to Ryo himself.

As they turned toward the school building, there was a popping noise behind him. Ryo nearly leaped six feet in the air. He whipped around so fast he nearly fell over. Kunemon made a chittering sound and leaped in front of him, not that his presence reassured Ryo at all. Where was Agumon and Takuma when he needed them?

A ball of blue light appeared out of nowhere, floating menacingly in front of them. It gradually widened, and Ryo took a nervous step back. In a few seconds, the blue sphere was more of a mirror-like shape, round and glowing. Kunemon scuttled near it, and if Ryo didn’t know any better, he’d say the little guy was sniffing the… whatever it was. Portal? It looked like a portal. But why would there be a portal here?

Did it lead back home?

There was a strange buzzing noise, and a large red insect came flying out of the portal. Ryo yelled and ducked down, using his arms to cover his head. Kunemon made a screeching noise, and a voice said, “Whoa! Sorry! I didn’t know there was anyone here.”

Looking up, Ryo saw the red insect thing land on the ground. Upon closer inspection, it seemed more like a robot bug than a full-fledged insect like Kunemon. Was this another strange creature? “Wh-what are you?”

“I’m Tentomon. And this is—Koushiro-han! Hurry up!”

“You’re the one who went flying through before I could check that the portal was stable.” Another voice sounded from the other side of the portal, a distinctly human voice. And Ryo was right, because out of the portal stepped a boy about his age, maybe a year or two older, with dark red hair and dark eyes. The boy was wearing his summer school uniform, a white collared shirt and a navy-blue tie paired with navy blue slacks and green shoes. He wasn’t familiar, though, which meant he probably hadn’t been on the camping trip. So much for a rescue operation.

“Oh, a person. Tentomon, are you sure we calibrated the portal correctly?” The boy opened a laptop computer he’d been holding under his arm, a frown crossing his face once he (assumedly) realized he had no connection. “That’s odd. If this was the Digital World, I would be able to connect.”

“Maybe this isn’t the Digital World, Koushiro-han!” Tentomon buzzed, gesturing his claws (were they claws?) at Kunemon and Ryo. “At least, I haven’t heard of more humans showing up there.”

“What the hell is the Digital World?” Ryo blurted, glancing back and forth between the two strangers. “Does it have anything to do with what’s going on around here?”

“I’m afraid not.” Koushiro closed his laptop and gave Ryo a guilty smile. “I think I accidentally opened a portal into a completely separate dimension from the one I intended. Well, I always suspected that was possible, what with the various gates, but to think I ended up in a totally different universe is…” He scratched the back of his head. “I wish I knew how I did it.”

Kunemon turned to Ryo, who hung his head in disappointment. “So definitely not a rescue party.”

“Rescue party?” Something flashed across Koushiro’s expression, and it was enough that Tentomon peered up at him. “Why are you waiting for a rescue party?”

Ryo gestured helplessly toward the school building. “The others and I are stuck here in these woods with these weird monsters, and we keep getting attacked every five seconds by something! Just last night we had to deal with a huge spider that nearly ate one of us!” Dokugumon’s face flashed in his mind, and he covered his eyes with a hand. “This place sucks!”

Above him, he heard Koushiro chuckle. “Are you laughing at me?”

“No, no.” Koushiro hid his smile behind his hand. “It’s just… This all sounds remarkably familiar. I went through something similar, you see, when I was in elementary school. About six years ago now.”

Kunemon let out another of his chirps, though this one sounded surprised and confused. Exactly how Ryo was feeling. Glancing up at Koushiro, who politely sat across from him, he murmured, “You’ve been stuck like this, too?”

“I have. And we were all much younger than you.” Koushiro lips turned up in a weak smile before he looked at Tentomon, placing his hand gently on the head of the robo-insect (Ryo still wasn’t sure which he was). “But we had our partners, and they kept us safe. They still keep us safe, even years later.”

Ryo looked at Kunemon. “Partners, huh.” He tentatively reached his hand out and placed it on Kunemon’s head, eliciting a delighted “Kew!” from the creature. The beginnings of a smile caused Ryo’s face to twitch at that. This wasn’t so bad. “I wonder if you’d be able to keep me safe, Kunemon. Not that I can understand you.”

“Tentomon, do you know what Kunemon is saying?” Koushiro turned to his partner creature, who began buzzing in thought.

“Sort of. He said, ‘Oh!’ in a surprised way. I think he’s not used to physical affection. But he seems to like it.”

For the first time since he’d gotten into this mess, Ryo let out a little chuckle of his own. “After all I’ve put him through, he deserves it.” His eyebrows furrowed, and he looked at Koushiro once more. “Do you think we’ll be able to make it out of this?”

“That’s up to you.” Koushiro placed his hand over his heart. “It’s up to you and the others to decide whether you’re going to make it out of this. You can’t just sit around waiting for it to happen.”

Ryo nodded. “That makes sense.” He looked at Kunemon and smiled. “Think we’re going to make it out of this, Kunemon?”

“Kew!”

“He says, ‘Let’s do it!’” Tentomon translated.

Koushiro pushed himself to his feet, and Ryo scrambled to do the same. “I should get back. I need to recalibrate the portal.” He held out his hand. “I wish you luck.”

Ryo took Koushiro’s hand and shook it. “Thanks. Good luck with your, ah, portal.”

“Thanks.” Koushiro turned toward his portal, and Tentomon saluted before flying through. “Oh, and by the way.” The boy turned back. “What was your name?”

“Ryo. Ryo Tominaga. Nice to meet you.”

“See you around, Ryo.” Koushiro stepped through the portal, and faster than it had appeared, it shrank in on itself until it was completely gone.

“Let’s head back, Kunemon.” Ryo slipped his hands into his pockets and smiled down at the little creature. Koushiro was right—working together was probably better than screaming and being afraid all the time. Now to put that into practice.

Scuttling along after him, Kunemon did a little hop, his beak turned up in what Ryo could only assume was a smile. “Kew kew!”

Ryo decided he liked the sound of that, whatever it meant.

#digimonsecretsanta2022 #digimon drabble #gen writes #digimon adventure #digimon survive

[endlessvoiq]

I WROTE A THING!! be prepared to read about all the funny little guys who've been in my head for a bit <3

CW : animal death

Word count : 2252

Magpie

    The area near the lake was calm as the sun shone high above, a few grey clouds on the horizon warning of rain. The wind blew by, rustling reeds and grass and sending ripples gliding across the lake in archs that grew larger the further along they went. Dragonflies raced past a large oak that towered overhead, casting shade into the lake. A worn down rope was tied to a thick branch of the oak that hung over the lake, the result of recent generations using it to swing into the water. Right now, though, there were no humans. A family of deer rested under the oak, the doe and the buck lying in the shade while the fawn stood at the shore of the lake, staring at the fish darting and swimming below the surface as duckweed tickled at its legs. A flock of geese, flying back home now that winter had ended, flew down to the edge of the water, some of them lowering their beaks to sip from the water or get a meal from the nearby plants. Hungry from flying longer than they normally would, the flock showed no mercy to the nearby clumps of clover and brome grass. A large goose, the largest of the flock, lifted its head to look around as it heard a small splash of water from the lake.

    As it did, an arrow suddenly shot past the other geese in the flock, lodging itself into the large goose's chest, killing it. The rest of the flock let out panicked squacks and honks as they flew to avoid another shot of an arrow. The adult deer resting under the oak swiftly ushered their fawn away as a human revealed himself from a clump of reeds nearby. He aimed at some of the lower flying geese, managing to shoot it out of the sky, smiling to himself proudly as he did so. Yes! That shot was amazing! Just got it straight out of the sky! He thought, though, as he looked up at the rest of the flock, he frowned. They were too far away to hit now. Darn it…well, I did get two good ones anyway. That first one's a fat one, and the rest won't be able to deny shooting a goose out of the sky is impressive, he thought, as he went to pick up the two geese he had shot. He picked up the large goose, taking the arrow out and patching up the hole it had made so no maggots or other bugs would get into the goose. The human then placed the large goose in a basket weaved from the fiber, bark, and twigs of a tree, before retrieving the other goose and fixing it in the same manner he had for the first goose.

    The human now looked around. Not much else I could do…unless I want to try being a fisherman! He chuckled at the joke he'd just made up, now thinking to himself as he walked back to the reeds. Maybe I could wait here until some other birds come along. Maybe some more geese, maybe some ducks…maybe even a hawk! He grinned, walking deep into the reeds once again and crouching down slightly, standing a bit more than knee deep in the water. Now, it was all about waiting.

    After about an hour of waiting, he was tired of standing still, doing nothing. He looked around, grumbling, before noticing a family of ducks waddling to the lake from the southeast. He quieted down, readying his bow. The flock hopped into the lake, swimming around. Though the males stood out among the females, with their green heads, the females were outnumbered. He made a mental note not to shoot any of the female ducks, as where he was from, it was frowned upon to kill whatever gender of an animal's group was less common : they didn't want the population of said animal to suffer, after all. He aimed toward a male duck that was swimming a bit further away from the rest of the flock, and as it slowed down to search for food under the surface of the water, he fired. The shot hit. As the flock began to panic and swim deeper into the lake, he aimed again, firing at another duck, though missing. The human flinched as some of the ducks began to take flight, and quickly fired with his last arrow, hitting an older duck who hadn't begun to fly yet.

    He let out a sigh of relief that soon turned into a groan as he realized he would now have to swim out into the lake to get the ducks he shot before the fish did. Putting the basket with the geese and his bow on the shore, he leapt into the water, shivering a bit as the cool water enveloped him. He flinched as he felt something touch his leg, quickly swimming back up to the surface and gasping, looking down. Realizing it had just been a bit of pondweed, he felt like hitting himself for freaking out over it. The human sighed, now swimming to retrieve the ducks. As he approached the first one, a small group of fish who had been curious about it fled as he swam over, picking up the duck and now beginning to swim over to the second one. A black winged butterfly with white and light blue markings and an orange, eye-like spot on its lower wings who had been standing on the dead duck fluttered away as the human grabbed the second duck, now swimming to the shore to retrieve the arrow that had missed. He climbed onto the shore, shivering a bit as a gust of wind blew by, making him feel colder due to the water on him. The human now searched for the missing arrow, looking through reeds and shrubbery until he finally found it. As he picked it up, he stared, realizing it had hit a bird, just one he hadn't been expecting.

  The arrow was lodged into the chest of a magpie.

    The human blinked in confusion. A magpie? He thought, but magpies…aren't native to this area? I've never even seen a magpie here until now… he blinked in confusion, before shrugging. Oh, well…Mom said she needed more things to fertilize the crops, might as well not let this go to waste, he hummed, now walking back to where he had left his stuff. The human placed the ducks next to the geese, and the magpie beneath all the birds. He put his bow on his back and his arrows in their quiver, before beginning to walk home, leaving the lake and now approaching the forest.

    The forest and its creatures were going through their afternoon activities. The trees were gathering as much energy as they could, knowing nightfall would inevitably fall soon, as the wind rustled through their leaves. A badger stomped through the undergrowth of the forest, sniffing around for food as a mole dug deeper into the ground. The birds still sung, however, were moreso conversing rather than singing a tune, as they looked for food to be well fed before nightfall. Sunset critters were awakening, as crickets hopped around, waiting for the dark of night to begin their song. A spider finished its meal before crawling off of its web onto the branch it was situated on, skittering away into a more hidden spot as the wind blew rain-filled clouds toward the forest. A fox chomped at some mushrooms, before lifting its head to sniff the air and listen to its surroundings, retreating as it scented the human approaching and heard the steps the human took as he walked through some bushes, looking around.

    He frowned, though continued walking. Am I lost? Wait- wait, no, I recognize that tree! I think? Oh, no, I don't. He thought, sighing, I think I'm lost. He worriedly looked around, speeding up a bit. He'd rather not find himself lost once the sun actually sets and night falls. Continuing to wander, he kept an eye out for anything he could recognize, occasionally making random turns in an attempt to find his way home. Eventually, he finally saw something he recognized, "yes!" He cheered, grinning as he now ran in the direction home. He continued running, zooming past trees and jumping over logs and rocks. He knew this path well, and it'd remain unchanged for years : he hadn't fallen or tripped on this path since he was a toddler. That was, until he suddenly bumped into something new, rubbing his face and backing up. "Ow- what-" he grumbled, before flinching, staring up at the huge thing he'd bumped into that let out a low grumble, turning its head to look at him as a sharp shot of fear pierced his heart.

    A large beast towered above him, staring down. Moss covered its hunched body, draping over and covering its eyes like a long cloak and hair, while lichen, mushrooms, and other plants grew on its off-colored, bone-like limbs- or were they bones? He couldn't tell. The clumps of moss hid the beast's eyes, though large horns the color of dark oak spun out of the plants, and a bit of its boney snout could be seen. The Beast crouched down, and the human shuddered as he could see it had multiple limbs under the mess of moss and plants ; he could count six, maybe eight. The Beast leaned a bit toward him, before whispering in a voice that sounded hoarse,

  "Pardon me, could you pass over that magpie?"

    The human blinked. He looked down into his basket, where the magpie's dark feathers contrasted against the ducks and geese he had hunted. He had originally planned to simply place it in the farmland to rot and fertilize the crops, as he'd been taught that if you ate a magpie from the woods, it'd bring terrible bad luck for years, something he quite frankly did not want. He looked up at the Beast nervously, "What, uh..do you..need it for..?" He stammered, as the Beast hummed. 

    "Birds are quite good at conducting the sky's will, small human. The wind speaks to them when it blows through, and clouds whisper their tales. The bird listens to it all as it grows, and its body makes its feathers to keep the stories, so the bird will remember where to go once it grows, so the bird may remember what to sing," the Beast spoke, their hoarse voice speaking in a soft, mystic tone that flowed as smoothly as a creek, sounding gentle, yet powerful. 

    The Beast's tale intrigued the human, who spoke in a voice full of awe and curiosity, "they do? Why do you need the magpie specifically, then? Do waterfowls not listen to those tales, as well? Do the chickens, who cannot fly, listen, or the tiny birds who spend most of their time on the ground searching for seeds and bugs?"

    In a response that confused the human, the Beast only chuckled, a low rumbling releasing from its throat as it lifted the moss out of its eyes with one clawed hand, staring the human directly in the eyes. The human shivered a bit, but didn't dare turn away as the Beast whispered, "what do you think?" The human blinked in confusion. "What do you mean? I'm asking you what the answer is!" He remarked, the confusion in him growing as the Beast chuckled yet again, 

    "ah…you humans are full of that urge for knowledge, aren't you? You search for the answer, and once that answer's found, you search for something else to question, so you may find the answer. Intriguing it is, yet unfortunate as well, for you are not taught by nature, but yourselves. You disgrace instinct and call it lesser, while truly, you still belong to the ground beneath your feet, at the mercy of the sky, the sea, and the earth," the Beast uttered, its smooth tone edged with a hint of foreboding that made the human shudder. The Beast lowered its claws, letting the moss fall over its eyes before it questioned once again, "now, could you pass over the magpie, if it does not bother you?"

    The human stared for a moment, before quickly reaching into the basket, pulling out the magpie and holding it out. A large, clawed hand, that was around the same size as the human's head, maybe a bit larger, exited the moss, reaching out and gently taking the magpie, before retreating back into the moss that covered the Beast. The Beast now stood to a larger height, dipping its head and smiling. 

    "Thank you. May peace bless you and your harvest for the next moon, and may you find the answers you search for," the Beast croaked, before stepping back into the deep undergrowth of the woods as the human watched in awe. 

    The human stood there for a moment, staring even after the Beast had left. He then gasped suddenly, as if he'd been holding his breath, and ran home holding the basket as the sun lowered, the sky shifting to brilliant oranges, pale pinks, and a dark blue across from it, hinting toward the moon's arrival. Now, the human sat at the edge of the forest, staring into its darkness as his home, now behind him, was but a far away speck. 

    He stared into the forest, and the forest seemed to stare back.

#writing #cw animal death #creature #fantasy #i think #magpie #end.lessv #animal death #original works #original writing #goose #duck #birds #moss #beast #la creatura

[sparkbeast20]

You’re my Treasure (Mammon X MC) Pt12

The Blue Lotus petals (series)

As a fan of Beauty X Beast pairing, Showing your “true self” to Lover or (Monster Love) Tropes. I figure to make a (More Demonic Forms AU/head canon) story for each brothers. Heads up each brother’s Story is long as fuck. So, I’ll be posting them as parts and finishing one brother before moving on to the rest of them.

(spoiler for lesson 1-60)

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6 Pt7 Pt8 Pt9 Pt10 Pt11

Warning: Swearing, Demonic nature, Mention of Blood, Hunting, Unwanted hate towards a family member, and Suggestive content.

Previously

“Clearly one of us is lying about the book” Belphie said it looking at Satan.

“Obviously, but the question is who is lying”

“L-L-L-LUC-C-CIF-E-E-E!!! DON’T LET. GOOOOO!!” As Lucifer is flying through the dark sky of devildom above the unknown woods following Mammon. Levi is holding to dear life as Lucifer hold him by the arm and Levi hold on to Lucifer’s arm scared of falling.

“Mammon, where do you think your going!” Lucifer yells at his brother who let out shrike in responds.

“Hunting! Then why didn’t you say something before you left!” Mammon groan at Lucifer’s nagging. He won’t able to hunt properly with the two-demon yelling and scream behind him. He has to say something

He looked down and spot an opening field and decided to make a quick stop to have a little chat with his brothers.

Lucifer saw Mammon dive down to the open space in the wood, knowing fully well what he wants, Lucifer quickly dived down scaring Levi with sudden action as they follow Mammon to the ground.

“Stop following! Ya and Levi stay here, while I hunt” Mammon tells Lucifer, but poor Levi is only hearing shrike out of Mammon’s beak.

“Ah? Lucifer what is he telling us?” Levi whisper into Lucifer’s ear but he ignores Levi’s question and start walk up to Mammon with a scowl look on his face.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do Mammon, you are not in charge here.” Lucifer got into Mammon’s face and look him directly in the eyes as he said it, and Mammon loudly growl at Lucifer as he did the same thing.

“Hey-hey-hey! Okay let’s not fight!?! Come on w-we’re back together why are you guys like this!” Levi step in between them and raise both arms keep them far from each other.

Mammon huffs and turn his back on his brothers and start flying leaving the two worry and angry.

“Lucifer, I know that you’re not yourself right now, but maybe not try to provoke Mammon…... we just got him back and it seems that he took care of y/n at this point…... I think he knows what his doing” Levi sound worried after all first and second eldest are each other’s throat every time they’re in the same place, he has to think of something.

Lucifer took a deep breath and compose himself try to keep his instinct under control, he has to find that book, to finish the spell on himself.

He can’t go on like this, every control he has is slowly slipping away. At least finishing the spell will help him get a better understanding of demonic self or at the very least help control it.

“Levi, come on let’s go. We can’t leave Mammon all on his own”

“Are you sure, by the way he acted just now. It seems that he did want us to follow”

“We’ll watch from afar; I want to see how he hunts”

Levi unsurely nods at Lucifer, without wasting a second Lucifer flew above Levi and grab him by shoulder with his taloned feet as they start following Mammon again.

“Sweet, their all close together. They make this so much easier……. Oh, and the big one is there! Yer not gettin’ away this time” Mammon is circling above the lake where dread Deer are gathering by this time.

It took him two days to learn how get the hang of his demonic form, and two days you two had to eat only fruits and berries. He kinda miss instead noodles at night with you playfully feeding.

Before last night being in this form, it feels like he hasn’t change at all he finally gotten comfortable with this.

More time passes the better he gotten to flying, gliding, and swooping and catching things with taloned feet.

But he do miss the days when he is in his human form

The things that can do, and this demonic form can't do, especially with you.

Where he can hold you in his arms and hold your hand. Or how he just lay his hand on your chest hearing your heart beat with his arms wrap around your waist and your legs his torso, with one hand on his back and the other messaging his scalp.

Or some nights where you two are alone and being intimate, he peppering you with his kisses on your naked body, as you ran your hands all over his arms and torso. Then he pulls back to take a better look at you, your eyes are playfully narrow as you bit your lip with your cheek is red cross your face.

He leans forward right next to your ear.

“I love you so much” he whispers into your ear, making you giggle and turn to kiss you on the cheek “You’re my Treasure…… never forget that”

Now his stuck like this for a week now, wanting to change back once the two weeks are up. But all the while he gotten better with hunting. I mean he did kill Basto’s men when he decides to hunt him down once and for all.

But he didn’t expect for his brothers to go and try to trap him with Basto as bait, now everything he work so hard at this point, is throw out the window with his brothers being in the treasure cavern with you and him.

He doesn’t know why but he doesn’t like to be near Lucifer right now. Especially when his like that and being more like an angrier than before. And every time he see him, some thing about his presences just tick him off like it was instinct telling him to stay the hell away from him or not let Lucifer push him around. He hates it.

Right now, he just has to focus on the hunt.

After half an hour of waiting, the big dread deer move closer to four other Deer, now there his chances. He quickly swoops down and extend his taloned feet and landing on bigger dread deer digging into it flesh, with both taloned arms on the two deer grabbing them by neck crushing their throat and his beak bit down on the four deer’s neck breaking it spine. And it all happen in spilt second.

The herd start running away and hide back into the wood, once the trampling of hooves slowly fades, and what remains is the whimper of the stag dread deer underneath Mammon’s talons with snap of his feet, breaking the deer’s chest killing and silent filled the air.

“Four in one, this is my lucky day” he wags his tail at his accomplishment with a smile at eyes and a dead deer in his beak.

Then his joy quickly fades away when he heard Lucifer’s wings flapping closer, he quietly groans once he heard two pairs of feet landed on the ground behind him.

“I’m impress Mammon, you manage to kill four dread deer”

“I wasn’t lookin’ for yer praise”

“I wasn’t doing it to spit you Mammon…… Look if this about what happen last week…... I want to~”

“Save it! I don’t need you to say anything. I been kept y/n save for a week without yer help or the others! Now after hearing that I killed Basto’s men now ya realize that I can be responsible of doing things”

“By flying off with y/n and disappearing for a week! That’s not being responsible. That’s being reckless and stupid. The whole reason I kept Basto’s escape a secret from you”

“That’s It!!!”

Mammon drops everything he was holding and pounce on to Lucifer, Levi manages to duck from the side, but Lucifer wasn’t quick enough to dodge. He pined down by Mammon who shrike at his face in anger. Lucifer quickly grab his beak shut it close and using his legs he kicks Mammon off him, still holding his beak Lucifer flip Mammon on his back and quickly got back on his feet and turn to face Mammon who did the same thing.

“WHAT NOW GREED! IF YOU WANT A FIGHT, THEN A FIGHT YOU’LL GET” It wasn’t Lucifer talking at this point. It was his demonic self-took over as he creepily smiles, like he was waiting for this for centuries.

Mammon stands his ground in a defensive position as he let out a powerful shrike. Ready himself for a fight.

“ENOUGH!!!!”

The two snap out of their feral state by Levi’s scream, they turn towards Levi and shock to what they saw.

“Leviathan!?!, put that book down now!!”

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me reader x mammon #obey me monster love #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me blue lotus petals

[k7l4d4]

The Owl House: Extra Security Part 1

Roxanne Wolf grumbled to herself, already fed up with this little “play session” that Vanessa had insisted on. Why did they need to bring all FOUR of them this far down into the building!? Especially when they had a new song they needed to practice before hand.

“I swear, if this kook doesn’t give us a straight answer, I’m gonna lose it.” Roxy hissed to Montgomery Gator, the ONLY member of her bandmates she was sure understand how she felt.

“Yeah. I just got done pre-prepar... working on my idea for Freddy.” Monty rumbled, an annoyed look peaking out from behind his shades. “Was gonna ask for a Bass Solo. Kids woulda loved it.”

“I’m sure they would of, big guy.” Roxy fondly replied, patting him on the shoulder. Monty gave her a toothy smile, the only kind he knew how, an awkward chuckle coming from his voice box.

The two leapt down into the hole Vanessa had lead them to. Ordinarily, this would’ve alarmed them all something fierce, even Freddy, that overly trusting fuzzball, but it was an order, so they were forced to put it out of their minds.

“Wooooww!” Chica cooed, excitedly flicking her gaze about all the smoke and rock formations. “It’s so cool!”

Roxy, who’s enhanced eyes could clearly pick out the many, MANY creepy crawlies that called this place home, dryly replied. “Yeah, cool.”

“I wonder why Miss Vanessa wants us all down here, though?” Chica pondered, lightly tapping a finger against her beak. “This is kind of suspicious.”

“Yeah. Even Boss Bear’s pickin’ up on it.” Monty chimed in. All three of the Glamrocks felt uneasy at that. Glancing forward, they saw Freddy, consciously communicating with Vanessa, an uneasy tone to his voice from what they could hear. If Freddy, the poster child for blind faith and unconditional trust, was feeling weird about this, then something was up.

Roxy grimaced, as much as her design would let her, but ultimately shrugged. “Well, not much we can actually do about it. We got an order.”

The other two nodded, Chica with a hint of sorrow, and Monty with an irked growl. Going against orders wasn’t something that could be done on a whim. None of them had truthfully ever tested it, and none were keen on finding out what would occur if they tried. As the crawled through the dusty tunnels that SOMEHOW existed under the Pizzaplex, Roxy noticed something up with Monty’s legs.

“Hey, Mont.” She began.

“Yeah?” He replied, awkwardly stepping through the solid stone cavern, and ducking under low-hanging stalactites.

“Why’s your leg jittering like that?” Roxy asked, pointing to the limb in question.

Puzzled, Monty glanced down. Sure enough, one of his legs was bobbing up and down involuntarily. He shrugged. “Dunno. They’ve been weird ever since the techs installed the new ones.”

“New ones?” Chica echoed, tilting her head in a mix of confusion and concern.

Monty nodded. “Yeah, right before I got brought up into the band, they put my new legs in, and they’ve done stuff like this ever since. And I get the WEIRDEST headaches. Dunno why.”

Roxy and Chica exchanged alarmed looks, but said nothing. What could they say?

Oblivious to their turmoil, Monty himself was somewhat uncertain to the situation at hand. He... genuinely had no recollection of what had happened to cause his legs to need replacing. It might have something to do with his headaches, as well as his sudden fits of anger, maybe, but he just COULD NOT REMEMBER!!! And the looks the technicians had given him while installing the things... they still haunted him. What had happened?

“My friends!” Freddy called, walking back to the others. “How are you?”

“Eh, could be better.” Roxy replied, some of her nerves settling at the sight of the band’s leader.

“This place is gross.” Monty bluntly remarked, scoffing at the trash and scrap littering the tunnel.

“We’re just kind of confused about what’s going on.” Chica finished diplomatically, her tone barely hiding her own agitation at what was happening.

“I am sorry, my friends. I wish I had good news to share.” Freddy remorsefully stated, his shoulders slumping slightly. “No matter how much I press, Vanessa will not tell me the details of this mission.”

“Well, yeah? I mean, she’s always been kind of uptight.” Roxy said, not getting what Freddy was getting at.

“Not like this.” Freddy remarked, rubbing his chin nervously. “It is so much her using few words or cutting me off. She simply does not answer me directly, avoiding my questions and insisting that this will be ‘fun’ as she puts it.”

The other three Glamrockers came up short, exchanging worried glances. Okay, THAT was unusual. For as long as they’d known her, Vanessa had always been a little odd, alternating between sugary sweet and irritably angry. But this was wildly out of character.

“Please stop lolly-gagging. The fun is just about to start.” ‘Vanessa’ called back, her voice unnervingly serene. If they were capable of it, the sound would’ve sent chills down their spines. Nodding to one another, the four walked forward to regroup with ‘Vanessa.’

As they made their way back through the tunnels, the four stopped, staring up at the sight before them in a mix of awe and dread. Standing before them, nearly completely intact... was an original Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Place, like the images shown in the museum! How and WHY was one all the way down here!?

Roxy was fed up. They’d been pulled away from their work, pushed through some freaky, never-before-seen tunnels, and now were standing before an impossible relic. It was too much! Her temper peaking, Roxy strode forward, Monty right on her heels, Freddy and Chica tentatively following after her, ready to intervene if needed.

Roxy bared down on ‘Vanessa,’ glaring at her blank expression. As the weird security guard stared up at her, Roxy snarled. “Okay Ness, I’ve just about had it. Why in the world are we underneath the fricking PIZZAPLEX, and why is there an actual Freddy Fazbear’s here!? Those all closed down years ago!!”

“Vanessa, as harsh as her words may be, I agree with Roxanne.” Freddy remarked, standing at Roxy’s side, Monty and Chica providing backup at each of their shoulders. “This situation is too bizarre! We cannot in good conscience continue with this without getting answers.”

‘Vanessa’ tilted her head... and giggled. It was unnerving, watching her, standing there as she laughed, and laughed, and LAUGHED. The familiar scraping sound of Animatronic feet sliding against tiles could be heard from within the restaurant before them.

“I-I think we should leave...” Chica managed, her servos shaking at the odd noises coming from the building.

“This ain’t right.” Monty rumbled, tense and ready to spring; whether to attack or retreat was still up in the air.

“Vanessa! What’s happening!?” Roxy demanded, moving close. She desperately wished she could hold the woman by the collar, but that went against her programming.

“Oh no...” Freddy managed, catching sight of a figure looming from behind ‘Vanessa,’ purple eyes pulsing darkly in the shadows. “Vanessa... what have you done!?”

“Don’t fight it...” ‘Vanessa’ said softly, an empty smile on her face. “It’ll be fun.”

“What are you-!?” Roxy managed to get out... only for flickering sparks to dance across her vision. She winced, reeling back, as the eyes of the figure in the dark glowed brighter. Monty roared, clutching his head in agony. Chica convulsed, arms and legs twitching wildly, mouth locked open as her eyes rolled in their sockets. Freddy collapsed, like a puppet with its strings cut, his eyes glowing hauntingly. As her friends collapsed one by one, Roxy felt unimaginable pain surging through her being. Before she lost consciousness, the only things she could process were the sound of her screams, and ‘Vanessa’s’ increasingly unhinged laughter-

[ERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERROR]

FNAF:SB FNAF:SB FNAF:SB FNAF:SB FNAF:SB FNAF:SB FNAF:SB FNAF:SB

{Processing.}

[OS Detected. Beginning Boot]

(Loading Memory Files- ERROR, Corruption Detected)

“...Uuuuggghhhh, my HEAD!” Roxy groaned, pulling herself to her feet. Her claws lightly scraped against an uneven surface; she must still be underground. What had hap- VANESSA. As the memory of that psychotic little bitch flashed to the surface, of the disturbing march underground and that place they found beneath the Pizzaplex, Roxy growled in fury. Pulling herself to her feet, she lightly scanned her surroundings... and couldn’t see a thing. “What the-?”

Scoffing, Roxy lightly checked back and forth. She must be somewhere pretty dark if even her eyes couldn’t make out anything through the shade. “Ugh, just great. That bitch must’ve stashed me deeper in! I gotta get out of here.”

So caught up in her memories was she that Roxy didn’t notice that her thoughts and words had effortlessly crossed the censorship subroutine coded into her speech center. Carefully stepping through the gloom, Roxy cautiously tilted her head back and forth, tuning her ears for even the slightest sound. Wherever she was, it was somehow even FILTHIER than that stretch of tunnels ‘Vanessa’ had taken them through. Ugh, perfect. She had to worry about vermin now!

Her head shot up; she had heard water dripping from the ceiling up ahead. As she was subterranean at the moment, that was most likely moisture collecting on and falling from Stalactites on the ceiling. Grinning ferally, she slunk down onto all fours, her hind legs tensing... and sprung into the air! Howling, she dug her claws hard and deep into the natural cave formation before her, using it as leverage to swing forth and fly. This was WAY faster than stalking across the ground!!

Of course, there WAS a chance she was just getting herself more and more lost... no, she couldn’t think like that. The moment she doubted herself was the moment she deactivated for good. As she cleared the length of the tunnel, with only a ding or two from when she misjudged the distance a little, she carefully stepped forward, feeling along the wall. It dipped forward in two separate directions; a forked path.

Pressing down onto all fours again, Roxy leaned forward, flicking her ears. In the best case scenario, both paths would allow her to continue. In the worst case scenario, both were dead ends and she would have to go back the way she came and find another path! Mimicking the sound of a heavy sigh, Roxy focused, tuning out as much of the world around her as she could. No distractions, no thoughts or alerts; all she needed... was the sound.

A sigh drifted through the air. A song-like whistle drifted over the stalagmites. THERE!!

Grinning in triumph, Roxy bolted down the left path, all four claws tearing away at the stone and loose soil beneath her. Listening for which way the wind was blowing from was the best idea, hands down! Howling in delight, Roxy easily sprung forward, her claws pushing her off stalagmite after stalagmite, launching her forward. At this rate, she would be out of here in no time!!

Of course... that was assuming she was close enough to make it to a recharge station, that is. No, no doubts! Her mission counted on her keeping the pace. Still, that didn’t stop her from internally cursing the bastards who had designed her and the others for putting in a power drainer to keep them reliant on those damn tubes. FUCKING HELL, they were already reliant on the Pizzaplex for maintenance, and they used too much serious juice to reliably power themselves outside it, why was it necessary to basically cripple them!?

Pushing the bitter pain away, Roxy once again honed in on her mission. A new sound caught on her ears. Whatever it was, it didn’t match anything in her files, and the rhythm brought to mind a living thing, and a BIG one at that. Damn it, if only it wasn’t too dark to see! Unable to figure out another option, Roxy crept forward, focusing on the sounds of snoring and rumbling coming from ahead; even if she couldn’t see it, her ability to hear it would do for now.

As the source of the rumbling became ever closer, Roxy pulled to a stop, idly tilting her ears; if she could pick up on something she could feasibly cling to, she could scale over the animal and make it past. By her estimates, whatever this thing was, it was roughly five meters in front of her. Pressing tight against the side of the tunnel, she scooped up some stones, and chucked one to where she was reasonably sure was the other side of the animal.

The rumbling cut out with a snort, the heavy shuffling of something slowly moving coming from in front of her. As the beast slowly growled in warning in the general direction where the stone had landed, Roxy, having stashed the rest in her jaw, slowly scaled the wall. So far, so good.

‘It responds to even the slightest sharp sound.’ Roxy noted. As she drew close to the ceiling, she pulled a stone from her mouth, hefting it. ‘I can use that.’

Aiming carefully as she could, Roxy took a different approach. Rather than draw the animal’s attention to the opposite direction, she deliberately tossed the stone in the direction of the wall to the animal’s immediate right. With a wall-rattling roar, the beast whirled, slamming headfirst against the stone in a fit of fury. As the beast roared and whined at the pain, Roxy smoothly swung herself from stalactite to stalactite; the beast never even knew she was there.

It continued like this for six more tunnels. Her internal clock was... off at the moment, she assumed, as she couldn’t tell how long she’d been down here. It couldn’t have been an hour, as her battery was still at a solid three bars! On she went, crawling through the tunnels, distracting beasts of various sizes (even goading a few into fighting each other in a few instances), scaling walls, and hopping against stalagmites and stalactites. The sounds she was following to lead her out grew ever louder, sharper, clearer all the time.

She was getting close, Roxy could feel it. Smoothly ducking her way past a nest of animals, Roxy stepped forward... and froze. Her sensors registered light, wind blew along the air and through her fur, and sounds of varying nature, including the laughter and chatter of children, chirped on the wind.

So why? Why could she still NOT SEE!?

“Did... DID THAT BITCH DAMAGE MY EYES!?” Roxy shrieked, unbothered by the fact her shout most likely alerted whatever was nearby to her presence. If that absolute BITCH had damaged her eyes... her precious, beloved eyes... she didn’t know what she would do to her if they met again. “O-Okay Rox, calm down. Don’t lose it like Monty getting beat at mini-golf. You can fix this! Even if my eyes are busted up, I can jury-rig some of my components to make them work! Everything will be O.K-”

As Roxy’s hands reached up to her face and pressed against her sockets, she froze; her eyes weren’t damaged... they were GONE.

“M-My eyes...” Roxy stammered, shock, and more than a little fear, coursing through her. She collapsed, her legs giving out in horror and despair. “SOMEONE TOOK MY EYES!!!!”

With a sob of despair, Roxy ran forward, blindly rushing to anywhere other than here... and immediately crashed into a pillar.

‘No... not a pillar.’ Roxy despondently noted, the information forming and being filed away, even as despair coated her every thought. The texture, the feel, the slight give beneath her claws. This was... ‘A tree. I’m outside. How am I outside the Pizzaplex!?’

Stumbling to her feet in shock, Roxy frantically began running an internal diagnostic. She NEEDED to know what was up with her, before she was out of time!

{Loading Diagnostic Protocols in 3... 2... Now.}

[Structure Integrity: Compromised. Multiple burns and fractures to outer casing detected. Stress tears along primary servos 1, 2, and 4 detected.]

[Sensory Integrity: Compromised. Ocular units missing. Damage to Ocular cradles detected. Audio sensor units have entered Pursuit Mode to compensate.]

[Power Integrity: Compromised. Energy Sink has been destroyed. Power supply will not be flushed. Please return to Parts and Services for replacement Energy Sink.]

[Programming Integrity: Compromised. Memory files have been damaged/deleted. Recovery is unlikely. Civilian Interaction Protocols are offline. Censorship Protocols are offline. Hierarchical Conformity Protocols are offline. Please return to Parts and Services to restore these Protocols.]

As the text flashed before Roxy’s... interface. She numbly processed it. She was no longer limited by the energy drain of her system; the Recharge Stations could no longer shackle her, so long as she could figure out how to resupply power to herself. Both her legs and one of her arms were in bad shape, and would probably need significant repairs before long, and her casing most likely looked like a mess. Her eyes were missing, surprise surprise, but something called “Pursuit Mode” had initiated to help her; no wonder her hearing was so much keener than she recalled.

But it was her programming that really caught her eye. As tough as she was as one of the Pizzaplex’s bots, Roxy was far from invincible. With her CIPs disabled, she could defend herself! She could also attack someone, but that didn’t sit right with her... it was still something she could do now, though. Her CPs were less important, but no longer having ‘undesirable vernacular and attitudes’ automatically ‘corrected’ was like a breath of fresh air. And the HCP... she clenched her fists. ‘Vanessa’ wouldn’t be able to stop her, the next time she faced her. But what concerned her the most... were her memories.

Or rather... her LACK of memories. Something had happened between that moment underground and now, but how much time had passed, and what she could’ve potentially been doing in that interim... it sent chills up her spine.

“I...I’m free.” Roxy whispered, tilting her head up, sightlessly staring into the heavens. “Well... almost.” She bared her claws, ripping a branch off the nearest tree in a flash. “I still need to save the others. And I still need to get answers from Vanessa. And what she tells me... will determine if I let her walk away.”

And with those final thoughts, Roxy skulked into the forest, blissfully unaware of one crucial fact... she wasn’t on Earth anymore.

#the owl house #owl house au #owl house crossover #five nights at freddy's: security breach #fnaf security breach #monty gator #glamrock chica #glamrock freddy #fnaf vanessa #fnaf vanny #roxanne wolf

[lettheladylead]

The Golden Heir Chapter 7 - Family [Ch1] [Ch2] [Ch3] [Ch4] [Ch5] [Ch6] [Ch8]

Goldie didn’t know what to do. She thought Scrooge would’ve found a way out of this nonsense by now!

Watching Black Heron perish hadn’t been the treat she always imagined it would be. It’d been terrifying, instead, as Goldie watched the villain disappear into a bright red light. Next it could be her. It could be Twenty-Two or Della or Donald, who were kneeling next to her and looking just as helpless and scared.

But instead of finding a loophole or taking down Bradford in a surprisingly suave swoop, Scrooge was just mumbling over this paperwork and trying to buy time. Goldie knew stalling when she saw it and just hoped that meant Scrooge had some sort of back-up plan in the works.

“You need some incentive!” Bradford said angrily after sending a blast of energy towards Scrooge. “Perhaps the life of your most trusted ally?”

Goldie breathed a sigh of relief, happy to know that wasn’t anywhere near her role in Scrooge’s life. She did, however, immediately fear for Donald, and struggled a bit against her chains as did Beakley and Della.

He skulked over to Donald and picked him up like he was a toy, holding him over the vortex without hesitation.

“Donald!” Scrooge screamed as Donald cried and shook in fear.

Goldie stared at the scene before her and felt her eyes start to water. She knew, realistically, this wasn’t her fault. Bradford’s beef with Scrooge had nothing (mostly nothing?) to do with her. But she led them to Dickie. If she had to guess, they probably used Dickie to get that Papyrus. If she’d just let Black Heron kill her, they wouldn’t have been able to get it.

“What will it be, Scrooge? Adventure? Or your family?”

She looked down at Scrooge. He was going to find a way out of this, wasn’t he?

“You have til the count of five. One…”

“Alright, I’ll do it.”

Goldie looked stunned. She’d never seen him give up so quickly. She’d never seen him give up at all before...except when it came to her. Surely this had to be part of his plan...he couldn’t give up adventuring. That was everything to him.

“No, don’t! Find a way out!” Donald screamed, still struggling in Bradford’s grasp. “You can beat him!”

“...it’s not worth the risk, lad,” Scrooge said softly, taking out a pen.

Goldie watched in awed silence as Scrooge signed the Papyrus. Adventure was such a vague term. If he couldn’t go on any kinds of adventure - nothing magical or mystical or worldly or secret...then she didn’t know where she stood. She could still go wherever she wanted, but it wasn’t worth it without him.

No one made a sound as Scrooge was surrounded by magical yellow light and he floated up into the air. He gasped as the Papyrus’ chains wrapped themselves around him and slowly forced him back to the ground. Goldie and the others just watched in miserable realization...the bad guy had won.

“I did it!” Bradford said happily. “The great Scrooge McDuck, now only a poor old man!”

Scrooge had never looked so defeated. Goldie felt her heart break.

“Normally I wouldn’t indulge in petty villainy, but since this is a special occasion…”

Bradford dropped Donald towards the vortex, laughing evilly as the duck tumbled towards oblivion, while Scrooge and Della screamed out in shock and pain. Goldie felt numb as she watched a duck she’d known for so long - and known as one of the kindest, genuinely well meaning people she’d ever met - head for an untimely death.

“Ow!”

“...ow?”

“Ow?”

Goldie blinked and leaned over the edge to see the vortex had disappeared and Donald had managed to get free of his chains. She wanted to revel in the joy of seeing one of her favorites of the McDuck family still alive, but as the red triplet’s voice reached her ears, Bradford was already back on his plan.

“No! No more adventures!” he screamed down at the kid - and she wondered who else was down there with him - before diving past the three ducks still chained on the ledge and drawing his sword with intention clear.

Scrooge screamed out and Goldie closed her eyes. She couldn’t save him this time. He was going to die and all she could do was sit there and listen.

Instead, she heard the clang of metal against metal.

“Get away from my grandpa!”

Goldie’s eyes widened and she struggled against her chains, shuffling her legs to move closer to the stairs so she could see what the hell was happening. Beakley and Della followed suit, clearly curious as to what was going on.

“Wait, what?!”

She looked down and saw exactly what she feared: Dickie was not just in danger, and not just with Scrooge, but she was holding a broken cane up to a giant magical sword wielded by a homicidal maniac. That was the opposite of the safe, danger-free lifestyle she’d tried to give her.

Webby and Dewey immediately flew down and kicked Bradford in the face, giving Dickie time to get away from him and rush towards Scrooge.

“You need to get out of here!” Dickie shouted, tugging on his arm.

Scrooge just struggled against the magical chains that disappeared and reappeared over and over again. “I can’t!”

As Louie ran around to grab the contract off the ground, Bradford gave chase and Dickie stayed with Scrooge to keep trying to get him to move. She watched helplessly as the kids ran for their lives and Gyro, Gandra, and Ludwig got blasted by a painful-looking blast of energy.

As Bradford transformed, Goldie, Della, and Beakley managed to wrangle their way out of their chains and the two McDuck Manor residents immediately rushed towards the villain, ready to fight for their lives. Goldie, on the other hand, tossed her chains to the side and rushed towards Dickie, who was visibly shaking in fear while still trying to stay strong for Scrooge.

“Lass, you need to get out of here,” Scrooge said to her sternly.

Dickie shook her head and sobbed. “But I just...I just learned about you now, I can’t lose you already!”

Scrooge looked both confused and sad at the strangely familiar teenager crying over him and wished he could reach out and comfort her somehow. As he opened his beak to say something, he was cut off by a voice he hadn’t heard in weeks.

“Dickie!” Goldie shouted, suddenly grabbing the girl by her wrist. “You need to get away from here! Come on!”

The teen didn’t fight as Goldie pulled her away, running in the opposite direction of Bradford’s fighting. Goldie glanced back at Scrooge with a sad, guilty expression, and Scrooge stared back incredulously. “Goldie?!”

As they ran away from the fight, Bradford flew over Scrooge and the kids and started powering up the sword for one final, deadly attack. Dickie pulled her arm out of Goldie’s grasp and stood her ground. “We can’t run away!”

“Yes, we can, they’ll be fine!” Goldie shouted, trying to grab her granddaughter’s arm again. “They’re the McDucks! They can take care of themselves!”

“But...I’m a McDuck, too!” Dickie said angrily, taking a step back.

Goldie stared at her sadly, then looked behind her to see Donald protecting Scrooge with a piece of the vortex chamber that fell apart. She looked back at Dickie and gave her a small smile. “...yeah, you are. And no kid of Scrooge’s is gonna run away from a fight, huh?”

Dickie smiled and reached out a hand, which Goldie grabbed with only a smidge of hesitation. They ran towards the rest of the family and joined them in holding up the one thing protecting Scrooge from death.

Goldie didn’t think about how it felt to be working alongside the family she’d known and avoided for so many years. She didn’t want to think about how long she’d kept Dickie from this group of people who would do absolutely anything for the people they considered family. How Goldie had never been a part of that before, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be a part of it now.

Louie and Huey ran up to join them and huddled over the contract.

“The only way to break the Papyrus’ spell...is to find a contradiction on the Papyrus!”

“This contract’s air-tight! Scrooge only gets his family if he gives up adventure!”

The four kids who’d spent the last few years together echoed a simultaneous DING! before Huey took the lead again.

“Bradford! Your contract is flawed!”

The buzzard stopped in his attack. “What? Impossible!”

The shield went down and Goldie backed away, feeling the confidence radiating from Scrooge’s kids. They’d won and he was going to be alright...and she didn’t need to be there any longer.

“I worked on that contract for thirty years! Went over it with the finest tooth combs!”

Goldie took another look at Dickie’s back before turning to make her usual silent escape.

“According to this, Scrooge can be with his family as long as he doesn’t adventure!”

Completely by accident, she lifted her head and made eye contact with Scrooge, who was cycling between hopeful and desperate and tired and confused. She couldn’t look away from him. Her heart pounded in her chest like it never had before.

“But family is the greatest adventure of all!” Huey shouted.

“That’s...the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. There’s no way that-”

Goldie turned back towards the rest of the family and Bradford, her feet refusing to move, and witnessed the Papyrus float into the air and disintegrate into nothing.

Bradford screeched in agony and reached out for the pieces of the contract, dropping the sword and sending one final blast towards the family. Goldie didn’t even have time to react as she realized the blast was headed right towards Dickie and Webbigail.

Scrooge, on the other hand, finally broke free of his magical chains and rushed towards the girls, tackling them both to the ground just as the blast singed the top of his hat.

Goldie breathed a sigh of relief as Scrooge and the girls nodded at each other before getting up to enjoy Bradford’s angry screams.

“I will not lose to Scrooge!”

“You didn’t lose to me,” Scrooge said with a confident smirk. “You lost to my family!”

“All of them.”

Goldie turned around to see a variety of people all walking up to stand behind Scrooge both physically and emotionally. She looked at him and felt an unfamiliar sense of pride mixed with her usual complicated feelings of love and adoration. He looked good in that moment. Strong and sincere. She knew she’d softened up quite a bit after spending time with Sharpie, but seeing Scrooge and his family standing tall together was making her heart do backflips.

Dickie walked over to Goldie and grabbed her hand, smiling softly. “Thanks for staying, Granny.”

Goldie rolled her eyes and scoffed, ignoring the conversation between Bradford and some familiar faces in Scrooge’s life and choosing to focus on how nice it felt to be with people she loved. Maybe she could stand to do it more often.

They both looked up to see Scrooge talking to Webby, who proceeded to hug him tight and then point directly at the two blondes. He looked back down at the girl he’d known for so long - his clone, apparently, which was giving him all sorts of confusing feelings - and then back up at the girl he’d never met before.

Goldie felt an urge to get away before this confrontation that she never wanted to have, but Dickie held tightly onto her hand and wouldn’t let go. Scrooge walked over to them and smiled.

“...grandpa?”

Dickie smiled awkwardly and let go of Goldie’s hand to wrap her arms around herself. “...yeah, um...my name’s Dickie. It’s nice to meet you!”

He looked over at Goldie who was avoiding his eyes, but when she felt his hand wrap around two of her fingers and tug her a bit closer to him, she couldn’t keep herself from him. Too much had happened for her to just walk away...she had to make it right.

“...surprise?” she said with a small smile.

Scrooge breathed out a short laugh and pulled both of them into a big hug. Dickie hugged back without hesitation, but Goldie’s face turned red and she stuffed her face into his shoulder to avoid looking at anyone else. She was fine with PDA but only when she was the one initiating it. The loved feeling he was giving her was overwhelming.

She looked up to see Louie and Webby and Della and Donald giving her similarly smirky smiles and Goldie sighed before finally wrapping her free arm around Scrooge’s back and holding him close. She loved him so, so much and was so happy he was safe. But there was no way she’d say something that sappy, so maybe a hug would be enough.

He finally pulled away from them and smiled happily, one of his hands still intertwined with Goldie’s. “Come back to the manor. Both of you,” Scrooge said.

Goldie looked down at their hands and then up at Dickie, who was clapping her hands in excitement. Dickie cheered, “I’ve always wanted to see the inside of that place! It looks awesome!”

The older woman sighed, but she couldn’t pretend to be annoyed. “...alright. Sure.”

Scrooge smiled brightly and leaned forward, capturing Goldie’s beak in a sudden kiss that it made her cheeks light up in embarrassment. He pulled away as fast as he started, but gave her a look that made her think going back to the manor would be the best decision of her life.

He let go of Goldie’s hand and looked back at the rest of his family. “We do need to talk, Goldie Girl. But...it’s been a long day.”

“You have no idea how long of a day it’s been,” Goldie mumbled, thinking back to her weeks of imprisonment.

“So we’ll talk tomorrow,” he said softly. “And...Dickie?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s nice to meet you, too.”

#ducktales #scroldie #dickie duck #goldie o'gilt #scrooge mcduck #webby vanderquack #bradford buzzard #donald duck #della duck #alright fuck it im not tagging em all #carrofics #art #the golden heir #anyway therell be one last golden heir post after this!!!

[dear-alex-chill]

So uh... I'm back at writing... Take a Hurt/Comfort Fic

TW: None of it is bad but if it triggers you-Top Surgery scars, Some internalized Transphobia

Pairing: Romantic Fenro

Notes: In the end Gyro basically goes selectively mute, he's not talking for a reason. And yeah this is rushed, I know.

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"Fenton. The hell are you doing?" Gyro's face reddened more

"Showing I love you" Fenton replied

"Y-you can do that in other ways. Not like this" he said face heating up more.

"But they don't have the same effect."

"W-well still!" Gyro stammered.

And if you were curious what was happening, Gyro was currently getting his chest fluff preened by Fenton. Something he was not a fan of.

You see, 5 minutes ago Gyro and Fenton had been cuddling on the couch, they had the weekend off and Boyd was with the nephews visiting Ithiquack. Gyro had worn a button up that day, (it was a day off and Fenton forced him to wear something that wasn't his usual attire). The one thing was, that button up had a broken top button leaving it unbottoned, enough for Gyro's chest fluff to show through. Fenton took notice and complimented it, to which Gyro self depricated. Fast forward a stubborn duck and a simp chicken argument later and Fenton was preening him. Gyro still didn't fully understand why but he hoped Fenton would call it good soon and stop. And now you're caught up.

"Fenton seriously. It's fine. I take it back." He replied as Fenton continued stubbornly.

"Please?" He asked as Fenton looked up at him. His soft caramel eyes meeting Gyro's dark ones.

"Why?" He asked softly, that voice made Gyros heart do flips.

"I'm just.. there are things I don't like about me." He said awkwardly pulling an arm away from Fenton's back, to awkwardly lay it over his chest. Right over the scars.

Fenton blinked before his face became more determined. Fenton pulled Gyro's arm off his chest returning to preening the fluff. (Fenton saw this as a body image thing and wanted to show Gyro he loved him anyway) Gyro flinched away under the contact as Fenton moved to the lower part of his chest fluff.

Sure it had been over 10 years. But he could still see them in the mirror. Gyro gently pushed Fenton back, off his chest, pulling the shirt closed.

Gyro looked away, feeling guilty for freezing Fenton out.

'I even felt so bad I wore a binder for a year afterward' he bitterly thought, looking down.

Fenton sat upright on Gyro, seeing his boyfriend upset made him upset.

'why couldn't I just be a real boy?' Gyro thought.

'Why couldn't I have just been happy in the start?'

Gyros face fell more as he looked down in shame.

"Amour, what is it?" Fenton asked softly

"N-nothing" he muttered in response

"Well it's clearly not nothing." Fenton frowned.

He climbed over Gyro, straddling him but cupping his cheek.

"Please tell me" he gave him his signature puppy dog eyes. Gyro bit his beak, looking at Fenton. He decided to take a risk and lean in for a kiss, hoping to have Fenton forget it. Fenton had other plans. He stopped Gyro's beak with a hand. "What is it?" He said firmer.

"I love you?" Gyro tried, looking at him.

"Gyro Gearloose, tell me this instant" he crossed his arms, still sitting on Gyro. Gyro sighed looking down, feeling his eyes tear up.

Carefully he dropped his hold on his shirt, actually going as far as undoing another button, opening his shirt for Fenton to see. Flinching back more into the couch, face clenched almost as if he were in pain.

/Fenton leaned down looking at Gyro's chest before he spotted a faint line. It was actually two, now that he looked more. Two pale lines running horizontally along Gyros chest. Fenton's face furrowed as Gyros heated up in embarrassment, a few tears slipping down the side of his face and onto the couch.

Fenton squinted before it clicked. Gyro's hesitancy. His discomfort. His unwillingness to share. The lack of childhood photos and achievements. His bad posture too.

"Oh.." Fenton said softly.

"I-I'm sorry you aren't with a real boy." Gyro said quietly "I-i und-dersta-and if you don't w-want me an-nymore." He whimpered, sounding so depressing.

Gyro let another small wimper escape his beak as he shrunk more.

Fenton felt his heart break, seeing Gyro so sad.

"Y-you wouldn't be th-the first" he said quietly. If nothing else had done anything, that would've broken Fenton.

"Oh mi amour," he said before hugging Gyro tightly. Gyro stiffened. Fenton hugged him tighter. "I love you so so much. I would never leave you." He whispered to Gyro. Gyro's shoulders dropped as Fenton pulled back. He wiped Gyro's tears away. "I love you, and you are my handsome boyfriend." He looked into Gyro's eyes.

"I would never leave you."

Gyro sniffled, grinning a little

"Even if I'm.. I'm not.."

"I don't care." Fenton cut him off, pressing a finger to his beak. "I love you anyway" he said softly. Gyro blushed.

"Can I see it again?" He said quietly

Gyro hesitated before shakily reaching for his shirt. Fenton noticing of course and putting a hand on Gyro's.

"Actually it's ok. Here," he said pulling Gyro's hand off and carefully redoing the button. "That's good." He said to himself and Gyro.

Gyro blinked in confusion a little.

"I don't need to see them. I know you don't want them shown and I'll respect that" he told Gyro, as Gyro nodded appreciatively.

"Do you want cuddles?" Fenton asked as Gyro nodded happily. Fenton chuckled laying down on his chest and squirming to adjust himself.

/Gyro shifted so Fenton could cuddle him better. Once they got situated, Gyro wrapped his arms around Fenton. Fenton smiled into Gyro's hug. Gyro curled in a little.

Fenton looked up at Gyro, "hey.. I have an idea" he said as Gyro looked at him curiously.

Fenton wiggled out of Gyro's grip before laying on top of Gyro, reaching his arms and legs out widely and wrapping around Gyro like a koala.

"Duck blanket" he giggled as Gyro smiled seeing his boyfriend acting this way.

Gyro wrapped his arms around Fenton before grabbing onto him and pulling him up so Fenton was now hugging Gyro's upper body, and not his midsection. Fenton looked up, hair falling into his face as Gyro shyly nuzzled into Fenton.

Fenton laughed, it sounded musical to Gyro and he leaned into Gyro. Gyro peeked out of his nuzzling before looking at Fentons bill and blinking. Fenton seemed to get the indication as he leaned over and kissed Gyro on the beak. Gyro could feel Fentons tail wag. Both smiled into the kiss.

//////Bonus////

"So this is what happens when I'm gone?" Boyd asked standing in the doorway. They froze, turning red.

"Mr Manny the Manhorse was right about you guys" Boyd said walking off. Gyro and Fenton slowly looked at each other before bursting into a fit of laughter.

#gyro ducktales #dt gyro #ducktales gyro #gyro gearloose #fenton x gyro #gyro x fenton #fenton crackshell cabrera #ducktales fenton #fenton cabrera #dt fenton #fenro fic #fenro #hurt/comfort #ducktales 2017

[remmushound]

Bay/rise 25!! @brightlotusmoon @errorfreak88 @selfindulgenz

“COWABUNGA!”

That simple cry was all it took for the mutants and the soldiers they were locked in combat with to stop fighting. Their eyes searched a short while until they saw four more figures jumping from the rafters armed with sai, nunchaku, Bo, and odachi.

“My beautiful experiments!” Draxum gasped, then tossed Raph and Donnie aside like toys he was bored with. 

The four mix-matched ninjas landed in a semi-decent formation, more for drama than any useful fighting technique. Cassandra saw Leo’s bewildered expression and took advantage of it to smack him over the head with the wooden part of her weapon before flipping away. 

“Ah— what are you doing here?” Leo growled and rubbed his head.

“Saving you guys!” Leonardo shot back out of impulse, then quickly withdrew with a softer, “Uh— I— I think?”

“Draxum!” 

Michelangelo squeaked and ran over to hug the yokai. Draxum grunted at the tight squeeze and his expression turned into a shamefaced, almost haunting look. He didn't seem to know what to do, not returning the hug but not quite pushing the box turtle away either.

“How’d you get here? You came to help us! Oh! I knew you would!” Michelangelo nuzzled into Draxum’s chest.

“Drax, daaaaaamn.” Leonardo whistled. “Looking Fine ~”

“Where’d you get the cool armor Drax?” Raphael asked excitedly.

“And more importantly, are they still producing them?” Donatello poked out from behind Raphael, “because I am interested!”

“I…” Baron Draxum brought his hands carefully to Michelangelo’s carapace, looking around at the gallery of other turtles and then to Cassandra who looked on with an almost heartbroken expression. Baron then snapped his attention back to Michelangelo, pulling his lips back in a snarl. “Don’t you dare touch me, vile traitor!”

Michelangelo looked up at Baron with wide, confused eyes. Draxum didn't let himself witness the sadness and heartbreak in them as he tossed Michelangelo hard. 

“MIKEY!” The rise brothers all cried out at once.

Michelangelo didn't try to catch himself. He let the impact come full force. The crack of his carapace against stone almost seemed to break Draxum’s heart in two, but he didn’t let it show. His face remained stagnant.

“Now fight, worthless terrapins! Like I made you for!”

“Draxum…?” Michelangelo’s voice was softer than a whisper, mixed with a sniffle as tears fell from his eyes and trailed down his beak. For a few seconds of shock shared between all present, the only sound was heavy breathing and the steady trickle of tears as they fell to the cold stone.

The sound that broke the silence was a roar of pure rage as Raphael brought his fist down hard on Baron Draxum’s cheek and sent the yokai slamming into the far wall, leaving an indent where his body had collided. Draxum, stunned by the blow, could only watch in mounting horror as the snapping turtle roared once more, not unlike a dinosaur from an old movie. His eyes were glossed over white, frothy foam flying out of his mouth as his breaths came heavy and labored. Raphael dug his feet into the floor for a second before charging Draxum at an incredible speed.

Cassandra gasped. “Master!” 

She was on Raphael’s trail the minute he started to charge. Her mind worked faster than a bumble bee, locking onto the bandages wrapped around the turtle's shell and remembering the damage her master had done to him. She angled her naginata to strike him in that same area for optimal damage, but her blade was intercepted by another.

“I got your back, Raph!” Leonardo locked his odachi with her bent naginats so neither of them could go anywhere.

Raph tried to charge back into the fray.

“Wait.” Leo held out his arm to stop Raph, “I wanna see something…”

Raph and Donnie reluctantly stood by their leader and watched the other turtles as they took on the yokai and the human general. Draxum overcame his shock in just enough time to launch himself out of Raphael’s war path. He didn't dare try to take on the snapper in his state— not hand-to-hand anyway. He grabbed the snapper’s legs with his vines to try and hold him back, but they were little more than a nuisance to Raphael who snapped them with ease.

Cassandra finally broke free of the stalemate with Leonardo by dropping suddenly and trying to ankle-swipe, but Leonardo was ready for her and flipped away into a quick recovery.

“Dang girl! You should totally join a circus!” 

Leonardo ducked as Cassandra tried to swing at him, dodging the speeding attack with a slide that came natural to him. He turned his duck into a charge, slamming hard into Cassandra’s stomach to knock her off balance before speeding away from her attempted counterattack.

“You’d be great at the trapeze!”

Cassandra chased after him, trying to corral him into a corner. Leonardo didn't dare stop once he got his momentum going, and when it came time for what should have been an impact, he jumped and flipped off the wall, completely missing Cassandra. Unable to stop in time, Cassandra hit the wall rather hard. Leonardo already knew what was going to happen when he landed, and so he prepared for the ouch as his feet slid out from under him and he slammed into the hard stone.

“Ow. Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!” He scrambled to his feet and sped away.

Leo whistled. “Good move on his part. Could improve his landing though.” Some small part of him simmered with jealousy at how easy the slider could manage the soldier that Leo himself could barely land a hit on.

When Cassandra shook off her mistake, she did just as Leonardo had expected and reared her weapon into the air while shouting, “You dare make a mockery of the Foot Clan?!”

Her question gave Donatello enough time to swoop past, while Cassandra’s eyes were still locked in a bloodlust against Leonardo, and he snatched the mystic orb from her belt.

“I’ll take that!”

Cassandra had to do a double take to figure out what had happened before she growled and changed her target to charge at Donatello.

“GIVE THAT BACK!”

Donatello was fast, but not as fast as Leonardo. The slider did a wide turn and zoomed past to side-check Cassandra and make her slip before she could reach his brother. Leonardo snatched the orb from Donatello, circling the warehouse once more.

“HEADS UP!”

He tossed the ball up to the platform where April watched, and the kunoichi dove to catch the speeding artifact, ignoring the pain still radiating through her as it landed safely in her hands.

Donatello was handling Cassandra okay enough, and so Leonardo's next target was his youngest brother.

“Miguel! We could really use your help out here!”

Michelangelo hadn’t moved from his stunned position, his eyes still glazed over with tears. “Draxum…”

Leonardo gave a nervous whine, his eyes shooting every which way to take in the current situation before he grabbed his brother’s hands and yanked him up, forcing him into focus.

“Come on, Mike, you know drill! Let’s knock that renegade out the rafters!”

Leonardo spun quick circles; he gripped Michelangelo hard as his brother's feet left the ground. Leonardo couldn’t get nearly as much force into the toss as Raphael could whenever they played the brother ball technique, so he had to rely on pure speed and luck. And he was the luckiest one out there! Leonardo went through the calculations in his mind, humming the countdown in Spanish until he got to uno and let Michelangelo fly.

“DON! BROTHER BALL!”

Draxum was too focused on the snapping Raphael to notice the speedball headed his way. His hooves found footing easily on the rafters, dancing between the beams with a perfect balance as he angled attacks downward. Michelangelo slammed into Draxum’s back with a solid clang of keratin and metal that sent both falling.

Donatello broke from his spar with Cassandra and ran forward for the recovery, holding the wooden staff high. Michelangelo popped out of his shell when the time was right and grabbed a hold of the staff, Donatello lifting him safely away from impacting the ground. Draxum, however, landed full force.

“Nice save, Don!” Leonardo whistled as he sped past, readying himself to jump right back into the battle.

Draxum knew when to call it quits, and now was the time. His vines pulled from the ground and created a pink rift, which he promptly grabbed Cassandra and heaved her through. Raphael attempted one last charge, but Draxum was already gone and so was the portal.

#BROTHER BALL #Michelangelo is heartbroken #writing this had me in tears 😭 #hope you enjoy!!

[hezurkubo]

When D’jinn meets Gene or “Dramatic Pot Twist!”

Hey there! Just wanted to start off by saying that in order to give this story the desired outcome I was looking for I added in some extra events that I thought could have canonically taken place during certain key moments in “The Last Adventure!” While we as the audience don’t know what happened to everyone else while the main characters were off driving the main plot along I still tried to come up with a side story that seemed plausible at least in terms of timing.

If I overlooked anything and it comes off as complete nonsense that throws off the original plot than please consider this an AU where the side characters play a more proactive role in kicking the butts of F.O.W.L.’s lackeys while our main cast took care of Bradford. This is mostly to satisfy my craving for a meeting that never happened in canon and I still hope that whoever decides to read enjoys this dumb story of mine. With that said.........

“SHABOOEY!”

That was all Gene managed to exclaim before he felt himself vanish in a dramatic flash. He found himself being dragged through the pocket void between realities, a place he’d frequented many times since his existence had been tied to the trinket he’d been forced to call home. While he had yet to feel the familiar power of the ‘Seal of Solion’ connecting him to his lamp, he knew it was only a matter of time.

 “Huh, wish I coulda at least thanked her for saving me. Guess now it’s back to the good ol...”

His thoughts were interrupted by a rather abrupt tug to the side through a sudden blinding light, giving Gene just enough time to let out a yelp before tumbling beak first onto a cold hard surface. Groaning as he got to his feet, the duck had to double-take as he got a first look at his surroundings. 

And it was, unfortunately, a very familiar site.

He’d become well acquainted with the row upon row of containment units in which the people F.O.W.L. saw as threats to their ‘final goal’ were imprisoned.

“Oh-keeeeey, so.... another dramatic plot twist, shoulda expected that in a ninety minute finale, though not so much for a short cameo appearance.”

Although he was pretty sure what would happen, and despite knowing the repercussions, Gene focused his power and winced in painful anticipation as he tried to will himself out of the current space he occupied.  

“Okey three, two, one...SHABOOEY!”

He felt a small spark of magic begin to bubble up within him, allowing him to hope that maybe he could....

ZAP!

The genie doubled over as a short but powerful electric shock coursed through his body. He had been unfortunate enough to witness others struggle for freedom and receive the same treatment, and while he doubted it’d be different for him he felt that he at least had to try. After all, he was magic and it couldn’t possibly hurt that bad....right?

He had been partially correct, but it was still VERY unpleasant.

Thankfully the shock wore off quickly, but rather than test his chances again he moved to the center of the cubicle and sat in the dark, drawing his legs into himself as he rested his arms atop of them and let out a sigh.

 “Guess old Blotty really made sure I couldn’t get out of dodge.”

“Not like I’d have a choice anyway...” Gene couldn’t help but think bitterly while resting the the bottom of his beak on his arm. He’d already exchanged one prison for another, so what difference did it make? 

Gene let the moments tick on by as he attempted to drown out everything else, which had so far been surprisingly easy despite being surrounded by people....

...And then, despite his best efforts, a familiar thought reared it’s ugly head.

Many of these people were trapped here because of him.

Because the Blot had used his power.

Because he had given him the information needed to capture them.

And he had watched helplessly, his screams for them to run drowned out by their own as they were zapped of their magic, easy for the Eggheads to swoop them up and bring them to this hopeless place while they waited to be done away with for good.

 And now Gene was here. He supposed it was fitting, as unwilling as an accomplice he had been in all of this, he still felt deep despair for having been used as a tool for the inevitable destruction of so many innocent lives.

And he would join them. Gene buried his head further into his lap, holding back sniffles as he felt his eyes stinging.

“...At least it’s roomier in here...”

“KA-BOOM!”

“Gyaaa!!! Bees!!! AAAHHH!”

The genie’s head quickly shot up, eyes widening as he took in the commotion echoing off the library’s lofty walls. Scrambling to his feet, he dashed to the front of his cell, pressing his ear against the glass. 

Someone was fighting out there, and from the sounds of it they were facing off against Steelbeak. 

The kid that had freed him, her friends were still fighting F.O.W.L.

Gene couldn’t fight the small smile that began to spread across his beak despite his teary eyes.

He would never be free, not even if he got out of here. But everyone else still had a chance. There was still hope that this could be made right.

“And the plot thickens!”

 __________

Faris Djinn watched helplessly from his prison as Scrooge’s allies valiantly fought against the rooster F.O.W.L. Agent. Clenching his fists to his sides, the desire to unsheathe his sword and join them against these honorless enemies boiled within him, but he knew it was of no use so long as he was trapped like this. Still, that gave him all the more reason to wish to help the group of birds somehow. This was finally everyone’s chance to escape! 

The canine warrior had been brought to this strange place after being ambushed and knocked unconscious by his cowardly foe, whom he had barely caught a glimpse of. When he woke up, he was surrounded by blocks of blacked out cubes in what looked like a giant storage facility. After about a day or two, he learned that his first assumptions had been somewhat true. 

From what he’d gathered through listening to hushed conversations exchanged while the security guards were busy, and from a few familiar faces detained with him, including his good friend Amunet, he came to realize they had been brought there because they had been labeled as dangerous by simply knowing or associating with Scrooge McDuck and his family. 

From close family members and friends to bitter enemies, or from good and bad to neutral, nobody seemed to be spared. It made D’jinn seethe at the injustice of it all, while villains such as the Beagle Boys and the infamous Magica de Spell may have deserved such treatment, this F.O.W.L. organization was indiscriminately locking away so many innocent people. He had even seen them lock up a couple of elderly ducks that could have easily passed as Scrooge’s own parents 

(Impossible, he thought, for a man of McDuck’s age)

 but not before the old woman had let loose a string of unintelligible words that D’jinn was pretty sure were some colorful expletives.

It appeared that the enemy had overlooked nothing, and any means of escape had been locked away along with them. The canine began to lose track of time as freedom seemed more and more impossible.

But D’jinn remained resolute that if anyone could pull off the impossible, it’d be Scrooge McDuck.

 Then, a strangely dressed duck decked in a dark flowing cape and hat swooped in, followed by his heavily armored companion, and while they were acting antagonistic towards each other the dog had a feeling they had come to help. His hopes soared even higher when Scrooge’s pilot crashed in after them. At last help had come.

Then that nefarious Steelbeak had chosen to fight underhandedly, controlling the Beagle Boys and the dread sorceress herself as the heroes fought valiantly back before being imprisoned as well, and any hope of freedom appeared to rest on the shoulders of Launchpad McQuack, Scrooge’s pilot.

 D’jinn winced as the poor duck was thrown about and beaten to the ground, unfairly outmatched in strength and numbers.

“Get back up!”

“You got this!”

As big and strong as he seemed in appearance, the warrior canine doubted the pilot could last at this rate, watching from the dark with urgency as he struggled to lift his head.

“Ugh... I’m sorry, I’m no hero...”

D’jinn shook with righteous indignation.

‘No! You cannot give up...!’

He couldn’t just stand by, there had to be something he could do to help, anything....

“That’s ridiculous! You helped inspire me to be a hero!”

He watched in anticipation as Launchpad gathered enough strength to look their way, unsure gaze focused on his friends as they encouraged him to keep fighting.

“And me pal.”

A new source of light brought their attention to the square that held the young red headed duck and the strangely proportioned robot child, both looking back at Launchpad with hope and confidence.

“Same here.” 

The prison above them lit up, revealing a familiar Moonlander.

“I as well, Earth Launchpad.”

The room quickly grew brighter as, one after another, everyone stepped forward to show the duck that they believed in him. 

And so did D’jinn.

His cubicle lit up as his hope returned.

“Blabbidy-Baloonersize!”

....Later....

Gene watched elated as scores of people poured out from their now-opened confines and began to wreak havoc on anyone unlucky enough to be a F.O.W.L. lackey. It was an unspoken call to arms, inspired by Scrooge’s pilot and, while the genie hadn’t seen what had actually happened, Steelbeak running away while screaming in terror was a pretty clear indication that the good guys were gaining the upper hand. 

Gene was so relieved that everyone had been freed, he almost missed Launchpad and company dashing towards the main entrance before slipping out of sight. 

He took another look around him, and couldn’t help but quirk the edges of his beak up in a mischievous grin.

  “Well.... dunno how long I’ll be sticking around for, might as well be part of the fun...”

“SHABOOEY!!!”

_______

There was low buzz followed by a click, and suddenly the front of his enclosure swung open. Eyes narrowing in careful focus, D’jinn stepped out from his prison and into what was quickly becoming a losing battle for F.O.W.L.’s remaining underlings.

Scrooge’s family had been triumphant, and he was now free to assist in thwarting what remained of their foes once and for all. The canine reached for his hip, unsheathing his sword and slicing it through the air before resting it with his arm against his side. The McDucks may be fighting greater forces, but that didn’t mean there weren’t loose ends to tie up.

“SHABOOEY!”

Ears perking under his keffiyeh, D’jinn turned to the side and lifted his head just in time to see something rather peculiar rounding the corner. It appeared to be a small duck, but he was gliding through the air as if there was nothing to it, a trail of smoke billowing from his lower body.

For a single moment, D’jinn lost his carefully guarded composure as his eyes widened in shock and his jaw dropped.

It was as if all those fantastic stories he’d heard growing up had come to life in front of him.

He recalled the hushed conversations among a few of his fellow prisoners, all regarding the terrifying power the Phantom Blot wielded when he came after them. 

However, what now came to the forefront of D’jinn’s mind were their descriptions of the strange and obviously magical little guy smooshed to an impossible degree within the Blot’s gauntlet. He didn’t quite understand what they could be referring to, but now, despite his usually serious demeanor, D’jinn couldn’t stop the small bit of wonderment from rising up in him, momentarily forgetting where he was.

“Could it really be...?” 

A loud crash from above followed by a chorus of screaming Eggheads brought him back to reality. The warrior shook his head, scowling to himself for losing focus.

“No, I must not waver! The task at hand requires a warrior’s spirit!”

Sword at the ready, D’jinn quickly made his way towards the sounds of fighting, the lingering thoughts of his ancestors replaced with the challenge to come. He still chanced to glance back one more time at the spot he had last seen that duck, hoping that he’d be able to see him again once all of this was over.

....Later....

With F.O.W.L. defeated and it’s remaining agents scattered, everyone wasted no time in congratulating the heroes of the hour, rushing at McDuck and family as they made their way down the library tower. It was a whirlwind of joyful cries and relieved sighs as the exhausted but happy family meandered amongst the crowd, breaking up into teams to prepare for their departure.

With everything finally settling down, Gene casually sat in midair as everyone else began to disperse and make preparations of their own, all the while chatting amongst each other. He figured it must have been a sense of camaraderie that came with surviving such an ordeal, and while he wished he could fully indulge in the same feelings of comfort, he couldn’t help but feel on edge. 

The powers that bound him to the lamp hadn’t reclaimed him yet. 

He knew that couldn’t last much longer, whatever forces the Phantom Blot had used to disrupt the seal’s power and separate him from his prison

....no, home....

wouldn’t be able to hold on their own, now that the Blot was gone and Gene was free from any magic-proof confinement. 

Earlier, before the extra trepidation had sunk in, he did try to enjoy his temporary freedom for as long as it lasted. 

And oh, how he wished it lasted. 

The genie chatted briefly with the young sorceress that had freed him, but not until after she and a younger hummingbird finally stopped hugging the pink clad girl, who he recognized as the little spitfire who tied him up and interrogated him during the entertaining fiasco that was Donald’s wish for a ‘perfect family’. 

Despite the now growing feeling that this would all end soon, Gene had enjoyed himself. It was nice to just interact with others again and not be at someone’s beck and call. While he did like using his powers to have fun with mortals, there were more than enough terrible things he’d been forced to do, and the ability to simply be among people he knew couldn’t demand something of him was a rare reprieve.  One he probably wouldn’t be getting again.

Now, with the excitement beginning to wind down, Gene decided to take in the busy atmosphere, not expecting anyone to notice him up there with how preoccupied they all were. 

“Pardon me...”

The duck quickly spun around in midair, looking down and catching the sharp gaze of a rather serious looking canine all dressed in dark, save for a few splashes of red. He was staring up at him so intensely that Gene jokingly thought if he looked at him any harder lasers would shoot from his eyes.

“Hmmm... an interesting side character, guess a little more mingling wouldn’t hurt.”

Without missing a beat, Gene floated down from his place above the crowd to hover at eye level with the stranger.

 “Well He-llo there! Always nice to meet a new face!” he said eagerly, flashing a grin that he hoped came off as charismatic and giving a wink.

The dog’s eyes widened for a few seconds before returning to his serious expression. Trying to act nonplussed by the lack of enthusiasm, the duck waved his arm to conjure a neon sign above him, his name spelled in blinking lights. Smile unwavering, he held out his hand.

“Name’s Gene! Nice to meet ya!”

The dog stared at the outstretched appendage, his hesitance causing Gene’s excitement to falter. Luckily, it wasn’t long before he was reaching out and gripping his hand in a firm but friendly shake.

“Faris D’jinn. It is an honor.” He said, head bowing slightly.

“Woah, an honor? Kinda formal, but I think I like it.”

Gene suddenly perked in realization. ‘Faris’, if he recalled, meant knight or horseman, and he couldn’t help but think how it suited the noble looking gentleman in front of him. And with a surname like ‘D’jinn’, well, why would the genie not find that interesting? He became so uncharacteristically lost in these thoughts that he almost failed to realize that his companion was staring at him a bit oddly, and he was suddenly aware that he was still holding his hand. 

Awkwardly clearing his throat, Gene hovered back slightly while relinquishing his grip, trying to hide how awkward he felt by widening his smile.

He was sure he looked half crazy.

“Well Mr. D’jinn, I must say it’s a pleasure to meet such polite and proper ol’ gent and- Ooooh!”

Gene was at his side so fast that the warrior nearly jumped away in surprise as the genie’s eyes sparkled with curiosity at the sight of his sword’s hilt peeking from his robes.

“Oh-hoho, that’s quite a blade you got there. It almost looks like... I wanna say late Mamluk dynasty, Burji maybe...? But that can’t be right, unless it’s a really good replica.”

If D’jinn was shocked by his educated guess he hid it well, although Gene did notice the dog’s brow raise slightly from were it was hidden under the hem of his headdress.

“You are quite wise, although I would not expect anything less from a great and mystical genie.”

Gene’s eyes shot up from the finely crafted blade to the canine’s face. The gaze that met him was serious but not in a way that came off as cruel or accusatory. Still, that look, accompanied by such a bold statement, made the duck want to buckle his knees and shrink into himself.

Just who was this guy?

“Are you not a genie?”

The duck suppressed the urge to gulp at the quiet forcefulness behind the simple inquiry. It was after all a sensible question, he did more or less fit the description of his kind, though he liked to think he set himself apart with his showman’s flare because, servant or not, he still liked seeing others smile.

Now, his inner showman was currently at a loss for words, opting for wanting to hide his face in his turban.

“Get it together Genester! You heard him, how ‘great and mystical’ do you think you look right now?”

Trying to shake of the awkwardness, he disappeared from D’jinns side to reappear in front of him in a puff of smoke. 

“Yessir! One-hundred percent bonafide and certified wish-granting genie, that’s me!” Gene exclaimed, conjuring up a laminated license that read ‘Certified Genie: Gene C. Baba’ complete with a photo of himself smiling awkwardly while donning a thick pair eyeglasses and suspenders.

D’jinn stayed unwaveringly quiet as the duck nearly shoved the card to his face.

“He he... yeah, funny thing though, the whole ‘wish-granting’ part of my deal is a bit... compromised at the moment. Y’see, only the holder of a genie’s lamp can control said genie, i.e., me” Gene pulled an arrow out of thin air and pointed towards himself “and big bad and Blotty left my lamp behind along with the rest of the lost treasure of Collie Baba when he sucked me into that fancy oven-mitt of his, you’d think with all his magical know-how he wouldn’t forget that important tidbit, right?” 

Why did he sound so nervous?

“And I tell you what, I’m glad I’m not strapped to that thing anymore...!”

D’jinns eyes widened as a grim realization dawned on him.

“So, it is true. The device the Phantom Blot carried with him, the one he used to steal the magic from those he hunted...”

“I swear it was totally against my will!”

The canine shook his head. “No, I heard of its use from other captives, some who were brought here months before F.O.W.L. found me. Gene, how long have they kept you prisoner?”

The genie awkwardly rubbed one of his arms, looking away from D’jinn as the mood shifted drastically. While he may had been a little uncomfortable before, now he wanted to focus on anything but the dog in front of him. He might end up saying something that would break his facade, and he couldn’t....

“Technically, was already a prisoner. Y’know, the whole ‘genie in the lamp’ deal.”

“What are you doing?! Stop talking before...!”

“It’s like, I dunno... I’m almost glad this happened...”

“Idiot...”

“I mean not that I helped capture all those people or anything, because I still feel real bad about all that! It’s just that, whatever he did, even after I escaped, I’m still here. This right now is the closest I’ve ever felt to being...”

A sudden feeling of a hand gently enveloping his own prevented him from saying anything else. Momentarily shocked out of his train of thought, Gene dared to look back at the stranger he had begun to admit his sadness to.

He expected to see pity, but the eyes that looked back at him held something different. They were narrowed and serious, but not like before. There was fire in that glance, and as D’jinn’s grip on his hand tightened it only seemed to burn brighter.

“You shall be free, that I promise you.”

If Gene’s eyes got any wider he thought they’d escape out of his head. Heck, there was a better chance of that happening than what the man in front of him had just said. 

“Heh, Being trapped in that pickle jar must’ve done a number on my ears. Y’know everything’s muffled in there, might not have heard ya right....” 

He tried to laugh, to call the his bluff.

The dog said nothing, nor did he change his  determined expression. He simply gave Gene’s hand a quick but firm squeeze, as if to reaffirm what he said. 

“But why....”

Just then, he felt it.

It wasn’t how he expected it to happen, but he knew.

A panicked glance down confirmed his suspicions as he saw a bright light spread from the tip of his shoes, gradually making its way up his body, a familiar emptiness growing with it. 

His time was up.

“No, please, it can’t be over yet...”

He felt D’jinn grab his other hand.

Even as he felt himself fading away, as he began to feel despair weigh him down further and any lingering hope drained from him, Gene again dared to look up at his companion.

He was greeted by the kindest smile he had ever seen.

 “Because, it is the right thing to do.”

 A single flash, and the genie was gone.

___________

D’jinn was left standing at the now-empty space in front of him, hands outstretched to cusp something that was no longer there as his smile disappeared, allowing the heaviness of the moment sink in. 

That silly little duck hadn’t been at all what he expected. The stories his grandmother told him painted a picture of genies as powerful and filled with fiery intimidation, as well as being wiser than any mortal born of flesh and bone...

“Technically, I was already a prisoner.”

  D’jinn’s frown deepened. Those words, they certainly weren’t spoken by some mighty cosmic being, but by a man, who could feel sadness and fear just like anyone else.   

D’jinn thought back to the story of his ancestor and a kind servant trapped for eternity, until she saw it in her heart to exchange that eternity for a lifetime of love and happiness. This was certainly a different situation, but wasn’t it still the right thing to do?

And those eyes.

The look of desperation in those beautiful gold-colored eyes as he vanished were now burned into his memory. It was a cry for help, and the warrior ached to answer it.

He had made a promise, and while it may had been spoken in a passionate spur of the moment, he would honor it.

Resolute, he scanned the enormous crowd, his well-trained senses focused and on high alert for any sounds or scents that would lead him to his quarry. The minutes ticked by as his stoic expression masked his growing apprehension. 

“There!”

It was faint among the throngs of people surrounding him, nearly undetectable, but his keen canine nose picked up on a familiar smell of dusty tomes mixed with the metallic scent of coins. With extreme calculation, he allowed his tracking instincts take the helm as he stealthily maneuvered through the crowd, ears perked beneath his keffiyeh for any signs of...

“Della, Launchpad! How’re the plane repairs comin’ along?”

Quiet relief washed over D’jinn when he noticed a familiarly distinct top hat poking out from the crowd near the library’s entrance. Making his way towards the fellow adventurer, he couldn’t help but notice just how tired the old man looked, uncharacteristically showing his age. 

“Scrooge, my friend.”

Caught off guard, the duck tensed so hard that he nearly lost his balance before turning to the canine in surprise.

“D’jinn? Bless me bagpipes that villainous vulture nabbed you too?” 

Scrooge shook his head as he adjusted his spectacles, expression shifting back to exhaustion, his browsed creased upwards in guilt.

“I’m sorry lad, you lot were all dragged into this mess because of me. I cannae imagine what you must ‘ave endured at the hands of those fiends.”

D’jinn’s eyes narrowed as he placed his hand on his chest, expression serious but sincere. 

“Noble Scrooge, the only true guilty ones are the villains you speak of, those who would seek to harm the innocent indiscriminately and use them for their own nefarious means.”

Scrooge’s sighed heavily at the canine’s statement.

 “Aye, like me poor darlin’ Webby.”

Like Gene.

“I have dedicated my life to righting such wrongs. I hold nothing against you my friend, I could not let such transgressions against an ally stand. That is why we are here. You have many on whom you can rely, and friends are part of the journey as well, are they not?”

Scrooge stared at D’jinn for a moment, absorbing the man’s insightful words before breaking into a gentle smile, eyes shining with gratitude.

“Thank you, I... needed to here that. I know I can rely on my family when I need ‘em, but it takes times like these to remind this stubborn old fool that ‘family’ can be many things.”

Scrooge silently laughed at himself.

“Sorry, been feeling a little more sentimental than usual.”

Nodding in understanding and knowing that he’d soon depart, Djinn decided to waste no time and reached into his robes as he lowered himself onto one knee, startling Scrooge with this sudden change in demeanor as he withdrew a blank scroll along with a quill.

“Not all has been made right, and my journey must continue.”

The look of determination that met the old duck’s gaze startled him with its ferocity.

“Scrooge McDuck, I simply need a moment to ask you some questions, and the rest will fall to me.”

Scrooge stared back for a moment, perplexed. His family would be leaving soon, and he needed to help them prepare. However, the weight of the severity in the canine’s request, along with the deep sincerity with which he’d said it, told him all he needed to know. Nodding in affirmation, Scrooge watched as D’jinn unraveled the scroll in front of them, quill raised and ready.

“I wish to know about the lost treasure of Collie Baba, and the lamp that is hidden there.”

I’m so sorry, that took MUCH longer to complete than I wanted it to, l have more projects planned and hopefully once courses are over they won’t be as bad. Also sorry for the poor writing quality, I’m kind of rusty. Still I hope that whoever took the time to read this found something entertaining about it. Thank you for your interest, until next time!

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