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bonesandthebees · 2 months

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hi bee :) semi-new anon here just hoping that you’ve been doing okay <3 i wanted to say that i absolutely adore your writing, and will happily read it, no matter what fandom it is you’re writing for, or if you’re just writing original works /gen!! your writing has always inspired me heavily hehe, it’s wonderful.

also, on the topic of original works, do you have any good novel recommendations? i’ve recently gotten back into reading and have been super into fiction, but i’m down for any sort of recs. one of my favourites at the moment is good omens :)

here’s your daily message to go have some water or tea and take care of yourself !! 🌷

hello hello!! I'm doing pretty alright now, feeling a lot better than I was this past week :) and that's so sweet of you to say, it's so reassuring knowing I have so many of you guys willing to read my silly stories no matter which fandom they're about (or even if they're original)

and yes I do have some recs!

I made a post about two months ago now talking about books I'd read that I really enjoyed so there'll be some crossover here but also some new ones I've read since then

one of my new favorite novels is The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon. it's a heavy fantasy story following 4 different intertwining POVs. the fantasy world itself is made up of several different countries all inspired by various real world cultures that's not just limited to western europe which is incredibly refreshing. the world itself is incredibly fleshed out and interesting, the characters are all very diverse and have so much depth, and there's also a very beautiful sapphic romance <3 I'm reading the prequel to priory right now and I'm also loving it so far

another book I really enjoyed is actually a duology—The Radiant Emperor series by Shelley Parker-Chan. the first book in the series is She Who Became the Sun which I really enjoyed, however the sequel book He Who Drowned the World is the one that absolutely blew me away. just letting you know in case you're not comfortable with it, both books contain sex and some graphic violence. the story is set in 14th century China when it was ruled by the Mongols, and it's an incredibly well done queer retelling/fictionalization of the rise of Zhu Yuanzhang, the Emperor who ushered in the Ming dynasty. the text engages with so many themes of the expectations of masculinity and femininity and how they restrict people, and really dives into gender expression and how it can be wielded in different ways. again the first one was really enjoyable, but the second one was on a whole other level and I'm still reeling over how good it was and how much it emotionally hurt me.

ok and then last one for now

This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone - I know we all heard about this one thanks to the iconic bigolas dickolas wolfwood on twitter but also they were so right about this book. it's gorgeously written. the book itself is mostly written as letters exchanged between two women who are time traveling agents on opposing sides of a war for who controls the timelines. it's a beautiful love story, it's sci fi but with a heavy bend towards spec fic which I personally really like, the world concepts are incredibly fascinating, and it plays around with time travel in a very intriguing way. it's a very short book so it's an easy one to burn through. I checked this one out from my library but I'm highkey tempted to go to a bookstore and actually buy a physical copy for myself just because there were so many gorgeous lines I want to highlight

hope this helps!! my taste in books is usually: sci fi/fantasy/spec fic with sapphic women so hopefully that's something you enjoy as well lmao

#ask #tulip anon #book recs

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ybblue · 8 months

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Your Boyfriend, Blue

I'm fleshing out what my YB is like since I'm rather fond of the idea everyone has a unique YB just for them. Feel free to keep reading!

Stats:

Nickname: Blue Age: 29 Pronouns: He/Him Skin Color: Blue Eye Color: Blue Hair: He has short hair!

In this universe, everyone is a 'blurbo,' which I am defining here to mean "blob-like character," where your hair/skin tend to match colors, people can be any color, and everyone is even more cartoonishly drawn than normal.

YB, himself, appears much more docile and soft, filling the role of a sub male yandere. YB in this universe is named Blue by his Y/N.

Myers-Briggs Type: ESFJ (extraverted, observant, feeling, judging) Core Traits: Warm Affection, Energetic, Detail-Orientated Flaws: Obsessive, Insecure, Hesitant Quirks: Stalker, Pop Culture Nerd, Aspiring YouTuber

While most YB are antisocial, Blue is really great at fitting in and hiding his antipathy from people around him. He knows you need people to survive, and he makes due. (In a meta sense, he was born later than his counterparts in the other universes and has seen what being a vicious asshole gets you in the end - your Y/N's hatred!)

Blue knows he has a lot of natural charisma and puts it to work. He is very extraverted and people tend to like him. Given how much practice he has put into his façade, Blue is quite good at convincing others that he likes them and he can get along with practically anyone.

Random Factoids:

(As spoken in his voice.)

"I'd have to say my favorite color is purple. Why? No reason. I just like the color." (His Y/N has purple skin in this world.)

"Mmm, favorite food, now we're talking! It's so hard to pick just one thing, you know? If I want to sound sophisticated, I should say I like something fancy, maybe something French? But, if I'm being honest with you, the minute I smell movie theater popcorn, I go feral."

"Naturally, my favorite book changes all the time, but most recently I read This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone, and it's blown me away. There's just something about the way those two characters love each other... It's beautiful, and I relate to it, though I don't think I can really explain why. I heard about the book from some guy on Twitter named Bigolas Dickolas."

"So, everyone has a favorite movie, right? Really, it's more like a comfort movie. It's a movie you watch that always cheers you up or just reminds you of the best things in life. There's this silly little movie called Densha Otoko, Train Man in English. It's this Japanese flick that's supposedly based on a true story of some guy who saved a girl from being harassed on a train. He falls in love with the girl, but he's too shy to ask her out. Random people on the internet on a more wholesome version of 4ch*n basically cheer lead him into asking the girl out. Really, the whole movie is sweet. It always lifts my spirits when I see it."

"There's only four seasons, but all of them are pretty good in my opinion. Just when you get fed up with one season, the next one is just around the corner. I guess, gun to my head, I'd pick winter, but I can't really explain why that is. Winter just seems... and pardon my pun... like the coolest time of year. Everything is dark, things are dying, and honestly the cold is used to represent a lot of villains in stories. But, on the flip side, winter is when most people have a lot of holidays and get togethers and the like. Not that I experienced it for myself yet... but, I think winter might be the best season because its easier to justify snuggling up with your partner. Just thinking about pulling someone close under the blankets while you watch a cliché holiday movie... doesn't that sound like fun?"

"Dogs! I love dogs for sure. They are so loyal, you know? Supposedly if you kick a dog, it will still love you, not that I'm advocating for that, but I just think its fascinating for a creature to love so unconditionally. Maybe its weird, but I relate to that a little bit."

Well, that's all I have for now. I really like Blue a lot, so I'll probably post some more random stuff. I might even make an attempt to draw random comic stuff with him in it.

#ru's blue #yb #your boyfriend #yb au #ourboyfriend #yb peter #yb fanart #yb art #peter your boyfriend

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polina-me · 1 year

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There will be three versions of ff, so wait for the following posts ;)

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It was one of the best days in the life of Panchito and Jose! They were finally able to create their own citizenship in America and now they can bring their third amigo — Donald Duck!

They were excitedly walking towards Donald's house... Despite the fact that they are in Duckburg for the first time...

But that's nothing! They're The Three Caballeros! They can find each other anywhere, anytime! They are real soulmates! It's just a pity, not in a romantic way..

And here is the house. Only, whose? Well, we'll find out now!

Panchito knocked

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Nothing?

Jose began to slowly fill with doubts. The wrong house? But their Donald-radar says otherwise. And he never let them down and was not wrong

He looked at Panchito and smiled gently

The rooster was still knocking on the door with a serious face. He clearly wasn't going to leave until the owner showed up

Suddenly angry footsteps were heard outside the door

The latin birds exchanged glances. Panchito even forgot that he was still knocking

"WHAT" — Donald shouted, opening the door. Jose and Panchito jumped in fright

A minute of awareness

"Panchito! Jose!" — Donald shouted again, but this time with joy

He jumped on his friends and wrapped them in a tight hug

The latin birds immediately responded to the hugs and Panchito, with a loud cheerful cry, circled all three of them to Donald's joyful laugh and Jose's giggles

"Okay-okay! Let go, guys" — Donald said through laughter

But they didn't want to. They were afraid to let him go. As if, as soon as they let him go, he would be far away again

"Guys?" — the duck's voice made them break out of their thoughts and let him go

The Caballeros looked at each other with silly and happy smiles on their beaks

"Well, what are you waiting for? Come in!" — Donald interrupted the moment and headed into house leaving the door open

Panchito and Jose entered the house ignoring the pain in the heart and the red face of the duck

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It wasn't normal

Donald doesn't behave like that and shouldn't

Why is Donald so quiet? Why is he only talking? Wht isn't he singing? Why?

Why?!

Jose walking back and forth while Panchito was pressed (begging) for information

He would also have questioned the triples, but his head was full of bad thoughts and anxiety

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He's furious

He had never known that he could be do angry

But now he is not up to it

"Como pudo? No! Te atreves?!"

"Calm down, Panchito" — Jose replied casually strirring his coffee

"How I can be calm?! How YOU can be calm?!" — the named rooster stopped walking around the hall and turned to the parrot, who was sitting with his back to him

"It's simple, meo favorito" — Jose began, taking a sip of his drink, — "Donald needs who can support him, be there and hug him"

"And that's why we need to calm down" — Jose turned to Panchito — "Pelo bem do nosso patinho fofo Donny"

Panchito began to calm down under Jose's soft gaze and warm smile

"In any case..." — he continued — "She will pay for it"

Panchito felt a chill down his spine due to the sharp coldness in the parrot's eyes and voice

"Wow..." — he muttered in surprise after a moment of silence — "I even felt cold" — he shivered in place

"Warm it up?" — Jose grinned

"Warm it up" — Panchito shouted in response, apporoaching him

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Gladstone stagged back from the force of the blow he was awarded

He reached out his hand to his cheek, which was beginning to blush, and turned his gaze to the one who hit him

Donald was breathing heavily, clenching his fits

"I hate you..."

Gladstone prayed that he had heard

"What?..."

"I hate you" — Donald repeated, but a little louder

"I hate you. I hate you. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU!!" — paul the end Donald started screaming

"WHEN WILL YOU STOP SPOILING MY ALREADY BAD LIFE?! HATE YOU!!" — his angry eyes began to fill with tears

"Donny..." — the grandma Duck tried to calm her grandson down, but he just waved her off and ran to the exit crying

The rest of the relatives just watched, unable to find words for this scene

"Glady...?"

Gladstone turned around

"What have you done?" — Abner asked with a murderous look while the triples were standing behind him

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"Donald?" — Donald heard his name and curled up even more tightly

"Donald!" — two voices shouted and rapid footsteps approached him

"Donald..." — duck didn't think his name would be so annoying

Suddenly he felt someone's shirt on him and he was abruptly lifted into his arms

Two smells enveloped him at once. From a short and someone else's chest. So relaxing. So sweet. Such relatives. Such favourites

The smell of Jose and the smell of Panchito

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"Now can we find out what happened?" — Panchito asked a little impatiently, watching the duck drink tea

"Nothing, just..." — Donald stumbled, but did not have time to finish because of the explosion, you will not believe it, Jose

"Nothing? Just?! NOTHING?! JUST?!! NOTHING?!!!" — with each word, Jose's tone grew louder and fiercer. Jose loomed over Donald, causing him to blush and snuggle up to the sofa behind him — "Amigo, you probably already forgot, but we found yo crying! Crying! Donald, you were crying! And believe me, my dear, we will not leave you until you admit what happened or find out for myself."

Jose stopped. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath

"Say it" — like a knife cutting butter, these words cut through the silence

"No..." — Donald swallowed and replied

Like hell he'd let them know

"Say it" — the parrot wouldn't let up

"No" — the duck didn't give up either

Panchito watched this fight from "No" and "Say it"

Another time it would have funny, he even went for popcorn! Unfortunately, not now, not in this situation

"Say it!" — Jose didn't stop

"OKAY!!" — Donald jumped up, all red and angry

Jose stepped back slightly. A small grin appeares on his beak, and hope appeared in his eyes. He glanced at Panchito, with the same expression on his face

"WHAT DO YOU WANT TO KNOW, HUH?! THAT MY LUCKIEST AND "COOLEST" COUISEN FOUND OUT THEY I'M TRANS?!" — the duck started walking around the guest room while his friends got a shock — "THAT I LIKE TO WEAR A DRESSES AND OTHER "GIRLY" THINGS! THAT I BROKE UP WITH DAISY!" — he went behind sofa and stopped, continuing to angrily confess — "ANOTHER CHERRY ON THIS CAKE SHOULD BE SO THAT HE FINDS OUT THAT I'M GAY! AND THAT I'M IN LOVE WITH BOTH OF YOU!" — Donald is done and breathing hard after his heated speech

When he calmed down and his breathing steadied, he turned to the rooster and the parrot

"Uh.. Guys?" — Donald got their attention — "The last part.. Did I say it out loud?" — his responses were a silent nod

"Aw-phooey.." — Donald turned away abruptly. He took off his sailor hat and pressed it to his red face.

Why didn't he think about what he was talking about?! What will happen now? Will they hate him! Oh boy, how embarrassing!

But before Donald's stream of thoughts gets even worse (for his mental health), he was suddenly embraced by two pairs of hand and surrounded by someone else's warmth

"Oh, voce e tao fofa, what you embarrassed, bonitinho~" — the gentle tone and sweet portugusese speech reached the ears of the duck and he removed his hat from his face

"Hola, carino!" — Panchito's bright and cute face appeared in front of the duck

"What the..." — Donald could not finish, as Jose and Panchito said in one voice:

"We love you too!"

"What?" — Donald asked with tears in his eyes

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"El QUE?!"

"Uch, Panchito, too loud" — Donald rubbed his right ear and looked at the sitting rooster with displeasure

"He-he... Lo siento, patito" — the duck just rolled his eyes and gently pulled him back to lie ion the bed

"But he's right, meu sol" — after a giggle Jose added raising himself on his elbows — "It's really... A terrible situation" — his hand gently stroking the duck's cheek — "I would cry too"

Donald snuggled up to the touch

"Don't, you have too cute a face for tears" — Jose just giggled again at the compliment and lay back down

The room dropped into a new pleasant silence

"Wait. Panchito?" — the rooster only purred in response — "Did you carry me in your arms ALL the way?" — in response, a new satisfying purr — "Aw-phooey.." — Donald buried his reddening face in Jose's shoulder while he laughed and Panchito was touched

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Bitch, I done

#three gay caballeros #the three caballeros #three caballeros #donald duck #panchito #panchito pistoles #panchito romero miguel junipero francisco quintero gonzalez #jose carioca #ze carioca

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pidayforpi · 2 years

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7, 12, 20 for writer ask game :)

(@shychick-52 VERY SORRY for the long wait ahhhh)

(And THANK YOU SO MUCH for the ask! I am always happy to see people interested in my cringy works! It means so much to me! :3)

(Thank you for your patience! Hopefully this answer could make up for the long wait...!)

7. How would you describe your writing style?

Writing style, eh? Um...I would say...angsty XD

Really, (mostly) everything I touch turns into angst I'm like Killer Queen but angst XD. Either it starts as angst, or it becomes angst half-way through. I don't know how it happens _(:3 」∠)_ The only thing I can do to prevent angst is to set my story as straightly fluff from the beginning and force myself to stick to fluff only (like my Gyro Lemon Tart story) (though failure may still occur)

But seriously, "character study" would be a better word to describe my writing style. It is just that angst and character study usually come in pair.

Angst provides me with an opportunity at character study (which I LOVE, even though it can be quite challenging sometimes _(:3 」∠)_), because we only show our vulnerabilities when we are at our weakest. Especially for "bad guys", whose "facade" (i.e. The cartoonish, silly, "evil" persona you see in the official TV show) can only be torn down when they are the most vulnerable (e.g. Flinty).

I especially love to do character studies for baddies, and this is probably because all of my interests are children's cartoons. For a children's show, it is understandably difficult to make up a realistic but complicated motive for bad guys. Because that would be, well, too complicated to understand. It may also make the tone of the show too dark/unfunny, slow down the momentum of storytelling/use up too much time, or distract the attention away from the main characters.

Therefore, I have noticed that most cartoon villains have big, outlandish motives like "be rich/famous/powerful" or "beat the MC", but with a disproportionate or illogical backing (e.g. "just want to"/ "jealous of MC"/"revenge for some stupid conflict". Or straight up don't explain their motives).

I totally understand why shows tend to do this, and I respect that decision. But I too love to help fill this logical gap, while being as canonical as possible. Kind of like piecing together existing evidence (canons) and making logical assumptions where appropriate (headcanons).

For example: For Flinty, I take canonical evidence from segments of the show talking about him (e.g. "The Ballad of Duke Baloney"), and then use the evidence to try to explain why Flinty hates Scrooge so much, inserting my own headcanons to fill any logical gaps (so-called "plotholes") whenever necessary (e.g. Why does Scrooge underpaying Flinty affect Flinty so much? Solely because of jealousy? Are there other underlying reasons?)

Okay back to writing style don't derail

I looked back at my past angsty stories, and I found that I have quite an emphasis on "descriptions of thoughts and emotions". A character's thoughts and emotions are important in character study, because these don't lie and are direct illustrations of the character's feelings. Description of emotions, combined with narration of events (i.e. how the character feels in an event + what the event actually is), in turn shape the psychology of the character (i.e. why the character behaves in such a way).

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Of course, character studies aren't exclusive to bad guys. I also do character studies for characters I love and/or side characters, like Fethry, Gladstone and Ari. Usually these characters are quite underdeveloped (i.e. not enough source materials of them in an already (relatively but understandably) deficient cartoon environment especially Ari reeee), and so I'll work with what I have to give my beloved a story of their own. It may be hard to make up a whole "lore-friendly" backstory for these obscure characters, but this is also the fun and creative part.

like me grasping that 15 seconds of clinton coot taking about him meeting ari and then expanding to infinity ∞

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12. Do you feel pressured to write some days?

...yes \(//∇//)\

Especially on "free days" (e.g. Summer holidays).

I aim to write (almost) daily, usually after dinner/before bed. I can..."sometimes" keep this routine. Sometimes I will miss a day or two (due to busy/tiring schedule such as weekends, or just don't feel like it), and sometimes I will miss a whole period (due to unexpected/expected life events like sickness/school/vacation, or...not getting inspired at all).

(Though I do officially let myself pause for a while after finishing each story)

I get especially pressured on "free days" because these are the times I can abide to this schedule the most. There may be days like a family outing or a vacation, that I will feel too tired to write for the day(s), but at least I am still relatively free.

And I have quite some ideas I have yet to put into words, so these days are the best for me to do so. (actually the time is now, because I will be starting school soon... _(:3 」∠)_)

So...yeah...

But don't worry! I am usually alright with working at my own pace :3 Only when there are additional stressors (i.e. when I am already not in a good mood) will this feeling intensify. like last summer but we don't talk about that

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20. Do you prefer to edit as you go, or once the piece is finished?

This is a bit tricky...The answer is actually both XD

Okay. There are several occasions when I will edit my piece (from regular to arbitrary):

→ After finishing a piece and before publishing. I will definitely check my writing several times, ranging from plot consistency, better vocabulary and grammatical mistakes. I usually check ≥3 times because I don't have confidence in myself _(:3 」∠)_. Most mistakes are grammatical ones I blame the fact that English is not my first language _(:3 」∠)_, and I always try to fix as much as possible before publishing.

→ Returning to a WIP after a long time. This is a "consistency check". Because my WIP can stay a WIP for...a year, I do take a look at what I have written to make sure what I am going to write will match the same writing style. Things I check for include potentially cringy stuff I have written in the past, vocabulary consistency and grammatical mistakes. Usually this is what I do on the first day I return to a WIP.

→ After writing a section for a day...or whenever I feel insecure _(:3 」∠)_. Um...nothing to elaborate on this one...

→ I will usually NOT edit my published stories. Once it is published, I won't touch it, whether it is the public version or my own draft. Even if it is fatally cringy or full of cringy grammatical errors, it stays that way.

#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK AGAIN!#It really means a lot to me!#Wish you a good day!#ask

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dollhousemuses-a · 3 years

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INSTRUCTIONS : Always repost with the rules, answer the 11 random questions left for you and leave 11 more for the people you tag!

TAGGED BY : @triggerbigger TAGGING : @mallhit, @decanard, @ragefeathers, @terrorofthenight, @djs-muses

questions i’m answering

1. What is a tattoo you have always wanted to get? Why? If you don’t want tattoos, why not?

I really want a sunflower on my side, just below my ribs for no real reason past that i love sunflowers.

2. What is your favorite Pokémon? Why? If you’re not into Pokémon, what is your favorite wild animal? (Wild! Not domestic! So you can’t just say “cat” or something! We’re here for the weird shit!)

Mimikyu and Sylveon. I just think they’re neat.

3. Opinion on dinosaurs? Please. I need to know who I can trust.

I would 100% have gone to Jurassic park so... that’s that on that.

4. What is a random headcanon for your muse that you haven’t gotten to talk about yet? Any ideas for a thread that incorporates that headcanon? (Not necessarily with me, just in general.)

I don’t think I ever talk about Gladstone enough in general for how important he is and how much thought I put into his character, but I have the headcanon that he was there when both Donald and Della’s parents died, and he was there when Fethry and Abner’s parents died. And like, obvi this is up to the other writer, but I know that @decanard shares this headcanon with me that Gladstone was in the car when the twin’s parents died and I’ll get more into this actually probably tonight.

5. Are there any authors that inspire your writing style, whom you try to emulate?

Not really? I have a habit of mirroring the writing style of whoever I’m replying to when it comes to like, levels of decorum or simplicity, so most of the time I’m trying to figure out what my own writing style is.

6. What, in your opinion, is the ugliest color combination?

Green and orange. Get fucked michelangelo. ( they’re also my least favourite colours so like? )

7. I have always been obsessed with the idea of living in a non-residental building (an old bank, abandoned Burger King, etc.). What non-house building would you most like to make a house out of?

Either a church or a barn. The idea of living in a church is so interesting to me, like, I’m talking like, old style cathedral too. I’d fucking adore. A clock tower would be neat too. There was a really pretty one in the town I grew up in and I always wanted to live in it so that I could go up into the clock part.

8. What is the video game you have put the most hours into? Be honest! Even if your answer seems silly or embarrassing, I promise I will love and respect you. (Lord only knows that I have put an ungodly amount of time into games like Coloring Pixels and Cookie Clicker myself.)

AdVenture Capitalist. It’s just a point and click game about capitalism that i have put in over 800 hours because it used to help my anxiety a lot. Either that or Solitaire. I play a lot of Solitaire.

9. What is something you like to buy or do as a treat to yourself on occasion? I get sushi once a week!

I buy myself flowers once a month. It makes me very happy.

10. Favorite. Cryptid. Or favorite urban legend in general.

Big Foot. I fucking love that guy.

11. What is one of the strangest things you have ever had to research for a roleplay?

Okay, so, I play a lot of really smart characters, so the amount of bullshit I have researched for that. Like, I could never think of just one thing. Donnie has given me many a late night research binge just on his own..

my questions for you

1) If you got a cat, or another cat, right now, what would you name it? ( I’d choose Hugo or Elias! )

2) If you had to pick a favourite ninja turtle on vibes alone, who would it be? ( mines still Donnie )

3) What is the one character you’d love to play but don’t think there’s a demand for? ( mine is Sylas from Never Satisfied )

4) What farm do you choose in Stardew Valley with the most regularity? If you don’t play, just put your favourite video game here. ( I like the regular farm myself )

5) What is your favourite ship dynamic? ( I love big, loveable goofball meets small, feral gremlin )

6) What’s your favourite kind of bird? ( I love house sparrows and hummingbirds )

7) Mickey Mouse of Bugs Bunny? ( Mickey <3 )

8) You’re going into witness protection and have to choose a new name, what do you choose? ( I’d probably choose Dallas or Beatrice )

9) Are you capable of keeping houseplants alive? ( I am not. )

10) Alright, you’re stuck on the moon. What three items do you want? ( non-survival items, be fun )

11) Who’s your favourite Chris? ( Pine or Ricci )

#;; ooc #;; about the mun #;; dash games

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kats-randomology · 5 years

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Scars

He'd become aware of his nephew's sudden frequenting of his archives when Quackfaster complained to him about the tome of mythical creatures and poisons that he'd borrowed a few days prior. When he'd confronted Gladstone about it, he noted the anxious fidgeting and tight grin he wore as he promised to return it.

"What do you even need it for?" He'd asked; and suddenly, Gladstone was even more jittery.

"Oh nothing, nothing, just....curiosity! Gotta run before she has me drawn and quartered!"

And that had been the end of that.

But then he started paying attention; checking the cameras, talking to other employees, and yes, Gladstone had apparently become a common sight in the musty room. Usually just straight to the Archives and out the doors, with an occasional stop by the mess hall.

Since when had Gladstone become interested in his collections and biographies? That was more of a Webby deal. Not to mention Gladstone had never shown particular interest in his ventures, at least not that he knew of. So what use did he have for visiting? Upon checking with Quackfaster, though, he found that Gladstone had actually been digging through his magic and medicinal collections.

Curiosity piqued, Scrooge finally decided to confront him and get to the bottom of this.

He pushed open the doors to the Archives with a soft creak. Quackfaster looked up from her desk, with piles of weathered books around her and numerous supplies to fix and care for said books. She merely pointed towards the back of the room, before looking back down at her work. Scrooge chuckled quietly, before following her direction and moved through the massive shelves.

He found Gladstone sat at the small table, face set in a scowl as he poured over the thick volume he had in front of him. Several other books were stacked up around him, and his phone was on and set up beside the open book. He must not have heard Scrooge's approach, as he didn't even acknowledge him as he walked up. Not until he cleared his throat at least.

Gladstone jumped, head flying up in panic; he settled somewhat at the sight of Scrooge, but still appeared anxious as he hastily tried to hide the open book.

"Oh, h-hey Big Money! Wasn't expecting to see you around here!"

Scrooge quirked a brow as he took a seat beside him. Taking in his appearance, he was clearly exhausted, with heavy bags under his eyes, and his hair which he usually kept in pristine condition, was ruffled and uneven. It only added to his concern.

"It's my personal archives, why wouldn't you?"

"Well, you know I...just...wasn't..."

"I suppose you wouldn't, seeing as you've been sneaking in here under my nose.”

"I wasn't sneaking, I was...visiting...without telling you."

From the way he sighed and smacked his head, he wasn't buying his excuse either. Scrooge glanced at the collection of books, ranging from worldwide home remedies to mythical beings to the occult; an odd assortment for sure, and his puzzlement must've shown. Gladstone cracked a tight grin, calmly shutting the open book and pushing it toward the others.

"Just some light reading, ya know?"

"I see, any particular reason why you've chosen such...unique subjects?"

Gladstone didn't answer, instead choosing to gnaw at his lower lip and fidgeting with his sleeve. Scrooge cocked his head curiously, and glanced at the collection again. He caught sight of the phone then, and one thing in particular caught his eye, a name.

Liu Hai.

Gladstone followed his gaze, noticing the phone, and quickly snatched it away, stuffing it into his bag.

"Why the blazes are you lookin' into that monstrous moocher? I'd have thought you had enough of him!"

"Believe me, I have..."

"Then what is all this? All these magic and medicine books and all this snooping around-- what are you looking for?"

"Nothing, okay," Gladstone snapped, abruptly standing and snatching his bag, "sorry for disturbing your book hoarder, I'll just find somewhere else--"

"Hold it!"

Scrooge quickly followed him, catching him by the arm.

"I don't mind you being here I just want to know what you're after!"

"It's nothing bad, it's just research! Can't a guy have a hobby?!"

"Research for what? What does any of this have to do with Liu Hai?!"

"Everything!"

"Why?!"

"BECAUSE I NEED THEM TO GO AWAY!"

He jerked his arm free, holding it close as he fell into a tense silence; Scrooge studied him for a moment, puzzled.

"....need what to go away, Gladstone?"

Still he remained silent as he rubbed at his arm, eyes looking everywhere but Scrooge.

Scrooge eyed his movements, noting the almost angry force he was using; a second later, realization clicked, and the curious frown softened into a concerned scowl. He held out his hand silently, and Gladstone started at the movement. He finally met Scrooge's gaze, wincing despite its soft nature.

He put his arm back out with clear reluctance, letting his uncle take hold of it in a loose grip. He turned it over, and pushed up the sleeve of his black turtleneck sweater that he'd been wearing for quite a while, Scrooge was now realizing. And the reason why became clear.

A set of puncture wounds traveling around his forearm, curving to form a crescent shaped scar. They were pale green in color, but were quite prominent against his feathers.

He'd known of the marks left from Liu Hai's feeding sessions, thanks to Donald shouting his ears off after the trip. He knew Gladstone likely had similar ones, confirmed when Donald mentioned only having seen them and wouldn't go into detail. It wasn't his place, he'd said.

Even knowing all this, the sight was still shocking. But he maintained the calm composure; reacting any other way would only further upset Gladstone.

He finally looked up, and found Gladstone staring at them, though the distant look told him his mind was elsewhere. He only responded once Scrooge placed a hand over them, blocking them from sight.

"So, is that what this is about?" Scrooge asked quietly. Gladstone gave a shaky nod, tugging at his collar anxiously.

"...it's been weeks since the last time...but they're still there! I don't get it, Don only had his for a week, but mine haven't even faded! I thought maybe..."

His gaze traveled to the stacks of books.

"I thought maybe you'd have something in here, or that I could find something online about him and his magic, just...anything that would make them go away, but I haven't found anything! I just want them GONE, I can't stand seeing them every time I look in the mirror or get dressed or when I try to wear something lighter and get stared at everywhere I go-- and not even for my good looks!"

Scrooge took a moment to smirk at this, before quickly shifting back to serious.

“I just....I want them to go away. So I’ve been going through your books and online archives...”

"Why didn't you just tell me, lad, I'd have helped. Would be faster than searching on your own-- though I must admit I'm impressed you've managed to navigate this labyrinth without any guidance."

"....would it be less impressive if I just guessed which direction to go?"

"Ehh kinda; but that's not important right now. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I...I dunno..."

"Did you think I wouldn't help?"

"No, no, I just....I dunno I just...didn't..."

"Gladstone..."

He rubbed at his neck, clearly reluctant to continue. Scrooge's urgent gaze though, eventually got to him and he let out a heavy sigh.

"I....thought you would think it silly..."

"Why the blazes would you think that? I'm not gonna laugh at you for this."

"It's just for you....this isn't really a big deal."

"Are you mad? Of course your well-being is a big deal to me! You think I'm not gonna understand this? I do, Gladstone, I know how difficult it is to get used to new scars--"

"No, no you don't! Not like this!"

He pulled away again, yanking his sleeve back down.

"Gladstone I have countless scars from all my adventures! What wouldn't I understand?!"

"I'm not like you! I didn't get these from conquering some ancient crossword puzzle or finding the lost treasure of....Gold Hoarders are Us! I got these from a monster who thought the best method to control me and make me stop fighting him was literally eating me alive! I don't get to celebrate this! I don't get to look back and think 'hey, what a fun time that was'! I get to remember teeth and him laughing at my pain and being terrified that I would lose my freaking mind if I don’t get out of here soon! I don’t get to have pleasant memories of this, Scrooge!”

Scrooge couldn't say much of anything in response, only listen and process his words with a furrowed brow. And realized...Gladstone had a point; he could look back fondly at his adventures, even the ones that left their marks. When the boys or Webby noticed one and questioned him, he was always happy to regale them with the story behind it. A story of triumph and smarts that left them and others in awe of such a daring venture.

But Gladstone didn't get that luxury.

His only brought him horrid memories, and not ones he'd be willing to share with anyone aside from maybe Donald, who was the only other person who would understand. To an extent, anyway, as even Donald didn't have to deal with the permanent damage. Likely from the brevity of his encounter.

Gladstone was essentially alone.

"...you're right."

Gladstone jerked his head up, shocked.

"...what?"

"You're right, I can't understand how you're feeling," he said again, moving closer and placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I can come home with a new scrape or nick, and be perfectly happy with it. I look at them and see the sacrifices I made to beat the odds. But for you...it's different. I can only imagine the pain you went through, how scared you must've felt..."

Gladstone was silent, eyes reddening from the building emotions behind them. Scrooge gave a small smile, squeezing his shoulder.

"I know you're going to need time to work through this; I'll be more than happy to help you, but even if we don't find any method to do away with them..."

He took hold of his other shoulder, making sure he was looking him in the eye. Gladstone, at a loss, could only return it with bewilderment and uncertainty.

"I want you to know I'm very proud of you."

He could feel Gladstone's stunned jolt go through him, and it was quickly followed with a confused tilt of the head.

"I give you a lot of grief for being a lay-about and relying on your luck far too much; and you do, ninety-nine percent of the time."

Gladstone managed a weak chuckle at this, he wasn't going to deny that.

"But you proved me wrong here; I'd just assumed you were laying around waiting for us to show up, or for your luck to just pave you a way out. But you didn't, did you? You couldn't; so instead, you took it into your own hands, forged your own way out...albeit a tad messy towards the end but that doesn't change the fact you fought to get out of there. So much so that leech had to resort to such methods as this to try and get you to stop."

He pulled his arm up again, his hold firm but gentle.

"You went through a terrible ordeal, Gladstone, but you survived and you fought tooth and nail and you won. And that's something to be proud of."

The next few minutes passed in silence; Gladstone's beak opened and shut several times, trying to find words but coming up empty. His eyes lost the battle for holding back his emotions, finally letting them spill out, and with a hitched breath he clung to his uncle in a tight hug. Scrooge returned it, lightly patting his back, and remained there a few minutes more before pulling away again.

"You need rest, lad, you look halfway to the grave."

Another unsteady laugh bubbled up from his stomach as Gladstone wiped at his eyes.

"Yeah I...haven't really gotten much sleep. Lotta late night reading and note taking."

"I'm sure, but that's not going to get you anywhere; go home, get some rest, take a day or two to relax and get your mind cleared up. If you still want to keep searching just let me know, I'll see if I can scrounge up anything else, alright?"

"Alright, alright, I'm going---"

"AFTER YOU RETURN ALL THE BOOKS IN THEIR PROPER PLACES!" Quackfaster's agitated voice rang throughout the archives, and Gladstone quickly turned back to the table.

"After I do that!"

Snickering, Scrooge joined him as he frantically gathered up the pile of books, and helped in returning them to their spaces on the shelves. Both knew the ramifications of a disorganized library when she was involved...

I NEEDED MORE FLUFF TO BALANCE OUT EVERYTHING

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calisotadreamin · 5 years

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Music taste headcanons

I’ve thought far too much about what kind of music the ducks would like and here are my headcanons:

Donald: He really likes Bruce Springsteen. Donald is a working class American, who defiantly struggles against adversity and never gives up, despite how hard it gets. Of course he likes Springsteen, like that is what most of what the guy’s songs are about. “Badlands” could be Donald’s anthem.

Fethry: he is supposed to be this hippie duck, so he would like weird psychedelic/progressive rock. The weirder, the better. Bands/artists like Gong, Hawkwind and Syd Barrett.

Kildare: Noise rock. He likes it loud, wild, distorted and abrasive. The kind of bands that make Sonic Youth sound like Abba.

Gladstone: Party pop music, the kind that is so one-sidedly cheerful that it doesn’t even acknowledge sadness. Probably a lot of yuppie 80s music, like Huey Lewis and Phil Collins in his worst moments, like Sussudio. Gladstone is happy and smugly self-satisfied, sad songs are not his style.

Scrooge: He doesn’t really listen much to music, but I also HC that Goldie did record some records in the early 1900s, which he owns and listens to sometimes.

Huey, Dewey and Louie: They really enjoy the folk songs sung by Junior Woodchuck campfires. Are really too young to have fully developed music tastes yet. Feel somewhat ashamed when they discover a silly pop song they actually like.

Daisy: Soft and Sentimental ballad singers, like Celine Dion, John Denver and James Taylor.

Ludwig Von Drake. Mainly Classical music and opera. I hc that he met Gustav Mahler and Arnold Schönberg as a young man. But he also collected folk music, in that he recorded the songs and music of traditional folk musicians for posterity. Of course, him knowing how to play piano and guitar is canon.

#headcanons #duck comics

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adamarinayu · 6 years

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I was just writing randomly trying to get into a groove and WHOOPS IT’S 12:30 AM AND I GOTTA GET UP AT 6:30 WELL THEN

Donald and Uno friendship stuff

He found the hero sitting atop Ducklair Tower late one night, eyes gazing over the lights of the city to the water beyond.

Climbing up the tower was a non-issue for the droid- he knew the tower inside and out, after all, it was his home and for so long it had been him.

Donald didn’t glance up even as Uno sat down next to him. Uno looked at the sky, noting with some melancholy that the stars and moon were hidden behind a blanket of dark clouds, almost invisible in the darkness around them. Not that the stars would be visible, anyway, with the city shining so bright beneath them.

“You know it’s cold, right?” Uno asked, his sensors alerting him to the near-freezing temperature around them. Donald shifted only slightly, drawing his cape tighter around himself.

“I know,” Donald answered, voice uncharacteristically soft- eyes strangely distant. Uno studied his friend’s expression, noting how dull his lightless his eyes looked. He hardly saw the reflection of the hero’s beloved city there.

Something wasn’t right. Uno leaned back on his hands. “What happened this time?” he asked simply, wondering what riveting adventure Donald had been on to return him in such low spirits. It wasn’t unusual, honestly- as much as Donald loved adventure, the adventures he went on with his family always seemed to leave him drained and so very sad. So unlike when he came back from a mission as Paperinik, or DoubleDuck (though Uno still hadn’t told Donald he knew about that...), or came back from a trip to Mouseton or Spoonerville, or from Brazil or Mexico-

To put it simply, it was always those damned adventures with Scrooge and Della that left Uno’s friend so disheartened.

“It was nothing,” Donald said flatly.

“It doesn’t seem like nothing.”

“No, Uno- it was... literally, nothing.” Uno remained quiet, waiting for Donald to explain. “It was just... Scrooge and Della. If I hadn’t have been there, it would have been exactly the same. I don’t think they even looked at me.” Donald closed his eyes and sighed, his breath a white cloud against the black night. Somewhat morbidly Uno was reminded of those cartoons where the character’s spirit just leaves their body.

Honestly, with how Donald looked right then, he wouldn’t be surprised if that was exactly what happened.

“I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not a burden,” Uno said.

“Then why do I feel like one?” Donald didn’t even give the droid a chance to answer, barreling on with, “I go on these amazing adventures with them and am never noticed, but when I am noticed it’s to be blamed, or laughed at, or used as, as- as cannon fodder!”

Donald was becoming agitated- that had not been Uno’s intention. Had they been inside he could have changed the subject, had some hot chocolate and donuts made and brought in for Donald- but they were outside, in the cold, more than 150 stories up looking over an ungrateful city...

“That never happens when I’m with you,” Donald all but whispered, his fists clenching. “Or Panchito and Jose, or Mickey and Goofy, or...” he trailed off, but he didn’t need to continue for Uno to understand.

Uno didn’t say anything, watching as Donald relaxed and opened his eyes again. He seemed to have given up, and that scared Uno.

“I just,” Donald started slowly, eyes trained on something in the distance, “wanted him to love me the way he loves Della.” There was so much hurt in his voice, Uno hated it. “I just... I just wanted to be part of the team, rather than his... tagalong nephew. I wanted to be there because he wanted me there, not because... because Della and I are a package deal.”

The defeat on his friend’s face was too much for Uno. Carefully, he reached out and set a hand on Donald’s shoulder.

“I know I can’t speak for your family,” Uno began carefully as Donald finally looked at him. “But I can speak for myself, and I’m sure your friends will agree. Adventure makes you happy- it is impossible to deny.” He considered his words carefully, watching the emotions flickering through Donald’s eyes. “You are an adventurer. That is what led you to be a hero in the first place. But...”

If he were biological, Uno would have taken a breath. He almost felt a need for one, regardless. Donald was looking at him with such a soft, yet intense, gaze that Uno almost felt himself go mute.

“But,” he forced himself to continue, “you are my friend before a hero or adventurer, and... you don’t seem happy with them.” He kept going, this time not allowing Donald a chance to respond. “They love you, that is undeniable, and you love them, that is undeniable. But you are not the kind of adventurer they are, Donald. You are different. And that is okay. That does not make you a burden. You are important, whether or not they can see it.

“So perhaps,” he continued, voice softer, “instead of adventuring for them, you start to adventure for yourself- like you do when you’re with me, or the Caballeros, or with Mickey and Goofy.”

The silence that fell between them was loud. The wind whistling against the glass- the sounds of the city, so distant and faded so far up- somewhere high above them a plane- and all the while neither duck looked away.

“I don’t...” Donald started, then seemed to rethink his words. He took a breath. “I don’t want to adventure with them anymore.”

Although his words didn’t surprise Uno, he still felt sad- so very sad- for his friend.

“Those adventures... don’t make me happy. Not because they don’t notice me,” Donald said carefully, thoughtfully. “Not because I get hurt, or because I’m an afterthought or any of that. I’m used to that.” He breathed again, and Uno realized just how hard this was for him. “It’s because I... I can... I can feel them drifting away. Losing focus. It’s all about- about the adventure- the treasure- what they get out of it. Not... not the places we go, or the things we learn, or- or the amazing things we just see, or the fact that we’re together, like it used to be.”

Donald averted his gaze, looking back to his city, but Uno didn’t follow suit. He waited.

“They always want to go, go, go, never just enjoy the moment! Eyes always on the treasure, never the moment, and they remember things in counts of gold and jewels and ancient pottery, not in photographs and laughs and silly shenanigans. That’s what I like about adventure with Jose and Panchito- it’s about the journey, not the destination!” Donald seemed to almost become manic, Uno isn’t quite sure when he started speaking with his hands- the droid had been focusing on his face. “And- that’s what I like about adventure with Mickey and Goofy! It’s about the laughter and the joy, not the prize. With Gladstone and Fethry it’s all about what happens, sudden twists and turns in the plan, photographs without context... And...” he trailed off, glancing back at Uno as his hands fell into his lap. He was suddenly calm. “I like adventure with you, because we just... talk. Laugh. Make memories that are more than about some ancient treasure, or new discovery, or this week’s villain. Or you send me on a mission to try and gleam some info about the new episode of Anxieties, like the fanboy you are,” he added almost humourously.

Uno gave him a pout. “You never did tell me anything.”

Donald cracked a small smile. “Ya should’a been there, buddy.”

“I was. You just wouldn’t let me see anything.”

He laughed. Uno smiled slightly. But the laughter died, leaving them in that deafening silence again. They stared out over the city together, Uno’s hand remaining on Donald’s arm. It was comforting- the contact. It let them know they were still there. Still alive. Still warm. Still breathing in the frigid December night air.

“I just want them to see me the way you guys do,” Donald finally said, voice cutting through the night. “To see the adventure the way we do. To see it as... a journey, and not... not a...”

“Profit?” Uno suggested.

“Yeah. A profit.”

The silence was louder than ever. Uno knew Scrooge and Della would never see things the way Donald did- Donald was good. Donald was peaceful. Donald was brave, and heroic, and so loving and thoughtful. It took a special person to be anything like Donald.

Scrooge and Della were nothing like Donald.

Maybe that was the problem.

“God, I’m freezing my tail off,” Donald spoke up, and Uno knew he was just looking for a new subject. “Let’s get inside before I turn into a ducksicle.”

“Whatever you say, Donald,” Uno said, forcing a smile. It wasn’t okay, but he’d play along.

He always did.

#DuckTales 2017 #Paperinik #Crossover #Donald Duck #Android!Uno #Marina just randomly wrote something #No purpose #No reason

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mandareeboo · 5 years

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Can you just ramble about that old Ducktales story with Dewey's egg and stuff?

Ooooh, you must mean Cuss Me Out Once, Shame on You! An old favorite of mine that I’m still half-wanting to finish.

I don’t recall where/when the concept came into my focus, but I do recall having lengthy conversations about it with @scoutsdesk, who definitely helped a lot with details (he’s really cool you guys, shoutout to Scout). The idea came before Magica canonically possessed Lena, so it seemed like a fresh idea at the time lol.

It was also about how Louie, unlucky as he is, ended up taking after Donald- he had a menial, low-paying job (albeit a far more exciting one, working under Ma) in a medium apartment. Huey got sucked into research and discoveries, while Dewey did his Dewey thing, and they never really came home. I specifically wanted to make a point of contention that Louie had been around during Scrooge’s death and the funeral, but due to H and D fighting evil or whatever they didn’t quite make it, and he’s never quite forgiven them for it.

Another mild plot point was Ma suffering some kind of medical emergency and asking Louie to take her place, causing a rift in the Beagle family, but tbh I just wanted an in-story reason for why they’d help him get Lena un-possessed. I specifically planned for them to duke it out in this bigass mansion of Gladstone’s, and to wind up in the library (Webby was Not Pleased by the destruction of books) and them basically exorcising Magica from Lena.

Also the ending was gonna be a silly little thing where Dewey and Huey get back from being kidnapped by pirates only to find Louie with like ten million bags under his eyes and the egg cradled in his arms and him bitching out Dewey (whose phone ended up in the ocean, so he didn’t get any of the lovely voice mails Louie sent him) before it basically doing the fanfic equivalent of fading to black lol.

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straightyuri · 5 months

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Sometimes I feel silly posting early gladstone with no context like yeah i promise that's still my guy ignore the fact he looks different. Hormones.

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scroogeislife · 6 years

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DT-17 fangirl adventures: season 1

Another Saturday, another new episode... I remember watching them like it was yesterday... (and it was yesterday, you silly)

~flashback starts~

Ep 1: Omg I just joined the fandom, what's happening? Who's that fellow? Scrooge? Well, I'm taking him with me, he's my precious child now

Ep 2: Hmm... Needs more Scrooge

Ep 3: There's my boy Scrooge! Also, I like that guy Gyro

Ep 4: WE DON'T NEED THAT AMOUNT OF BEAGLE BOYS OMG

Ep 5: Hmm... Needs more Scrooge pt. 2

Ep 6: Gladstone is cool. But he's a jerk. But he's cool. But he's a jerk. But he's c----

Ep 7: Mark Beaks LITERALLY WHO

Ep 8: That's a burrito? I thought it was a chocolate bar

Ep 9: DID THEY JUST SHOW THE REMAINS OF A DEAD PERSON????

Ep 10: Storkules calm down lad

Ep 11: Fenton is cute. Gyro is cute. Mark is cute. Tech-genius guys are cute

Ep 12: Webby cheering for Scrooge is such a mood

Ep 13: 2clever4me. And I'm starting to like Mark. Really like him

Ep 14: Scrooge hiding behind the chair and winking at the camera... *squeeeeee*

Ep 15: OMG THAT'S MY SHIP OVER THERE AAAAAAAAAA

Ep 16: Hmm... Needs more Scrooge pt. 3

Ep 17: Scrooge being tossed in the air LOL

Ep 18: OMG MARK BEAKS, MY PRECIOUS EVIL CHILD AAAAAAAA

Ep 19: To hell with that dream cliche. Also, LOUIE IS BEST BOY

Ep 20: Ooh they're singing. Will Scrooge sing? C'mon Scrooge, sing. Please do it. Sing. C'mon. JUST SING ALREADY

Ep 21: Both Scrooge and Louie got the feels, nooooo... *cries in the corner*

Ep 22: Omg EVERYBODY GOT THE FEELS *returns to the corner*

Ep 23: Donald is the best. Gyro is the best. Launchpad is the best. Scrooge is the best. You know what? EVERYBODY IS THE BEST! JUST LIKE THAT MOON THEME IN THE END AAAAAAA

~flashback ends~

Phew, it was a rollercoaster of emotions. Can't believe I survived it. Anyway, I'm already waiting for season 2, bring it on!

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #scrooge mcduck

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waveypedia · 6 years

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Go on without me.

“What?” Donald whipped his head around, shock and frustration written into his face as he tried to chip the rocks away from the tiny entrance hole so they could escape.

Gladstone staggered back and slumped against the smooth wall of the death trap. “You heard me.”

Donald pressed his lips together. “Have you gone mad?”

Gladstone shrugged and snorted dejectedly. “You can squeeze through that hole, and you can outrun the guards and lazers. They’ll come back here looking for me. You can make it. The kids need you.”

Donald narrowed his eyes but said nothing, letting his shoulder slam into a rock jutting out of the wall hastily constructed to keep them in.

Gladstone sighed and stared at the floor, refusing to meet his cousin’s eyes. “C’mon Don, I’m giving you an easy way out. Nobody will care if I don’t make it back. But you? You’re the cool uncle. They need you, cuz.”

Donald smiled grimly. “They’ll care, Gladstone, trust me. You’re the cool uncle. The kids have said it themselves.”

Gladstone snorted. “They don’t really know me. Besides, if anyone was the cool uncle, it’d be Scrooge.”

Donald chuckled softly as the conversation faded into silence. They stood there for a moment, listening to the clomp of guards’ feet and the bzzzzzt of lasers, unaware of the depressed uncles fighting their trap and each other just beyond their reach.

Then Donald set his face, reached out, and grabbed Gladstone’s arm. He yanked his cousin toward the small opening, ignoring the green-clad duck’s small cries of protest, and yanked them both through.

Immediately, the guards were on full alert. There were people running both towards them and away from them, guns trained on them, and lasers whirring.

Donald ran, ducked, rolled, and jumped, pulling Gladstone with him, who, after a moment, ran, ducked, and rolled as well, his luck keeping him from getting hit as he slowly worked himself into the rhythm. His heart rate skyrocketed and his breath came short and quick, but before long Donald wasn’t really pulling him anymore.

They fled out of a square where their prison had been, down a long hallway, and into another courtyard, this one nearly deserted. There were a few guards, but they were already distracted, fighting Scrooge and Webby.

A bolt of fear shot through both Donald and Gladstone at the absence of the triplets, but then a small hand, attached to a familiar blue sleeve, reached down from a vent above, and Donald and Gladstone readily clambered inside.

They had to squeeze to make room, and as soon as Gladstone’s left foot was inside Huey, Dewey, and Louie slumped back from the effort of pulling two grown ducks up with a gasp.

Instantly Donald gathered the three boys in a hug. “I was so worried about you!”

“Eh, we were fine,” Dewey replied, shrugging. “I totally kicked this one general’s butt! You should have seen it. So first, I backed up like I was gonna surrender (never in a million years!), jumped onto the wall like Webby taught me last week, did a backflip, and kicked him right in the chest! You should have seen his face! It was totally awesome!”

Donald frowned, calculating the risk his nephew had taken, but the boys had already moved on.

Louie groaned, rubbing his forehead. “Oh yeah, I live to hear Dewey brag about his stunts, but maaaaaaaaybeeee we should focus on, ya know, escaping?” he snarked, his voice thick with sarcasm.

Huey peered out of the vent. “Uncle Scrooge and Webby have escaped too, and they’re fighting off the guards. If we leave, we’ll attract the attention of the guards and lure them away from them, giving them enough time to come and help us, but we’ll bring them away from the escape route.”

Gladstone furrowed his brow and opened his mouth, trying to ignore the odd nervousness that was suddenly brewing in his stomach. “What about the bushes? If we’re lucky, we can crawl through those and not be noticed.”

The other four gave him a surprised look, as if they’d forgotten he was there, before glancing at each other.

“If we’re careful,” Huey corrected, peering out of the vent. “...It could work. Uncle Donald?”

Donald glanced at Gladstone with an almost happy expression. “Let’s do it.”

Dewey whooped silently and slipped out of the vent, quickly followed by Huey and Louie.

Gladstone went to follow them, but froze when he felt Donald’s hand on his arm.

“Hey,” Donald whispered. “That was good.”

Gladstone shrugged and smiled sadly. “No one expected to hear it from me, and you know it.”

Donald rolled his eyes. “Since when has that held you back? You’re Gladstone Gander. You’re the luckiest duck in the world. Gah, I can’t believe I’m saying this. You’re a jerk, and we know it, but you’re also part of our family, and we know that too.”

Gladstone’s smile turned into a real one. “That means the world to me, cuz. And I mean it.”

Donald grinned back. “You know what? I believe you. Now let’s get out of here, you silly goose.”

Request 1/3 for @adamarinayu! Have some angsty, self-worth-questioning Gladstone :’D The guy’s got a long way to go, but he has his family behind him. I live for Donald and Gladstone as a Brotp getting along better :D hope you liked it!

Please go send in some more protective prompts - they’re gold and I love them! This is the only request I’ve gotten so far (even if it does have three prompts :D) and I’d love some more! You can find it under the tag send wavey a prompt.

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mamasgonewalkabout-blog · 6 years

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There & Back Again - A Tourist’s Tale

Townsville to Tanawha in Seven Days - The Adventure Continues

Well hello there (you good looking reader you). This week’s episode consists of our jaunt back down the coast of Queensland (after our grand Magnetic Island exploits).

I believe we left off arriving in Townsville, which proved to be (unexpectedly) chalk full of good things. Our hotel’s oceanfront location proved to be a perfect base to explore “The Strand” It’s a beautiful esplanade boasting a multitude of parks, gardens, restaurants/pubs and shops (all along the water). And, the BEST Indian Food restaurant EVER. Delish!

Townsville also happens to be home to The Reef HQ - The Great Barrier Reef Aquarium. So, of course, we had to go check that out. I admit that having the glass between us allowed me to really appreciate critters without being scared silly!

We checked out several very cool lectures in the theatre space (it was like being on a school field trip!) and managed to snag an invite to the Turtle Hospital, where we had the sincere honour of meeting some of the patients.

I gotta tell you, it was an experience I won’t soon forget. Seeing sea turtles up close, and learning about the horrible adversities these poor little guys face... Look, nature itself is hard enough on these guys, but man... Between ingesting our plastic crap (causing them to float and slowly starve) and our boat propeller’s cracking their shells (literally breaking their spines)... I felt guilty being a human being standing next to them! It was an eye opener for me. *Incidentally, Australia is banning the use of disposable plastic bags in grocery stores as of July. We bought a water bottle and canvas bag from the Turtle Hospital too. Perhaps the little steps will make a difference - here’s hoping!

So, that was our one day there. It was great. Finis. Then we started the looonnnnngg journey back down South - which we broke into 2 nights. First stop, Mackay.

I gotta say, it didn’t knock my socks off (they barely lost their elasticity really). Now, in fairness, we arrived on a Sunday. And most of these towns hearken to the days gone by (Everything is CLOSED on Sundays) so it was a bit of an eerie ghost town. We wandered around for hours, waiting for a handful of restaurants to open for dinner. This turned into a bit of a fun game as we waltzed about all alone, like we owned the place, looking for anything interesting really! Seek and ye shall find!

Seriously, take a good look at some of those street view pics. Not another soul! CUE THE TUMBLEWEED! And then you look up and there’s a bazillion cameras..... For the crazy crowds??? (I hope they got my good side. Pretty sure if I have one, they caught it! lol)

We wound up hitting up the local theatre to watch the latest Avenger’s movie. And the answer to your questions are YES and YES. Yes, going to the movies is just as stupid expensive here as at home and Yes, they have a a whack of commercials prior to the movie too. It’s an epidemic! LOL

*Highly recommend the Avengers movie, btw. Plot is holier than Swiss Cheese but it’s an exciting, comedic and visually stunning ride.

So we said good bye Mackay and hit the road <Jack>. Next stop, the mining town of Gladstone. It had a cute little downtown core - BUT most everything was CLOSED... AGAIN <sigh>. Managed to find an open restaurant, ate a nice dinner & retired to the Motel (yes, I said MOTEL) Mmm hmmm, kickin it hardcore on a Monday night. All in all, it was fine. Hey, even the cockroach I discovered on the curtain in our room was friendly enough!

Good bye Gladstone!

Needless to say, we were ready to hit the road bright n’ squirrely for the final leg of our highway trip - Destination: Mount Coolum for a few days (please oh please, for the love of all things Holy, let it NOT be a ghost town!)

Okay now, remember how I mentioned that this highway was this long, desolate, life sucking thing that went on forever with nothing for 100′s of kilometers? Does that sound like a good place to run out of gas to you? Hmmm?

This is where I so regret NOT taking a picture to punctuate the whole story. But, I just couldn’t do it! I felt taking a picture, while barely containing our laughter, would have been rude. I’ll try and keep this short (promise). In a nutshell:

- I didn’t get gas when I should of. Sue me!

- The dreaded ‘yellow’ you-got-no-more-gas-soon warning sign is now alight, causing John to lean over and look at it EVERY 5 SECONDS and remind me that we really need gas, and we probably should’ve filled up ‘back there’ (ya think????)

- We ask ‘the Google’ to find the nearest gas station and followed it’s direction down a road not fit for man nor beast (this is the part in the movie where someone dies... surely!) *I should mention that the next gas station shows as approx 70 kms away!

- As John is rattling off the merits of the town we’re about to come upon “It has a race track!”, we roll onto the main street. One. Dusty. Uninhabited. Street. Where any store that may have existed 1000 years ago is now something out of a museum exhibit.

- The Google says we have now arrived at our destination. Imagine it. There’s a dilapidated HOUSE with a sun-faded sign on the side of it that looks like it may have said “GAS” at one time.. but now all you see is a faded “AS” (you have no idea how hard it is for me not to add that extra ‘S’!)

- So we keep going (there must be more down here, right?) and come to a dead end. That was it. We look at each other, say an expletive or two and turn around. “Might have to start knocking on doors and testing out that ‘Aussie Hospitality!”. Hmm... let’s take one more pass. Maybe we missed something?

- We take another pass, and bowl me over with a feather if there is not a single antique looking gas pump (on the frickin’ SIDEWALK!) in front of that old house (I cannot make this stuff up!) I don’t know how we missed it the first time?! So we park beside it. What have we got to lose, right????

- The price on the gas pump is $1.47/litre - today’s pricing... the door to the house is OPEN. What the what now? Could it be true?? *If this is some sort of cruel joke by the locals looking for some fun - watching tourists try and get blood from a stone, I’m gonna be PISSED!

- I pick up the nozzle, it resets... ready to rock. EUREKA! We’re saved! I proceed into the ramshackle house, to pay, and am greeted by a friendly shopkeeper who runs the ‘store’. Oh yes, there’s one 2-litre jug of milk AND a single loaf of bread in the fridge for sale. AND there’s a cafe menu - fish n’ chips are on special, dontcha know! (OMG, I can’t even imagine how long that fish has been there!!!)

- I pay and we get set to leave. John and I just keep looking at each other like we may be sharing a hallucination. “The pump is on the sidewalk” John keeps mumbling. Should we have taken a picture? YES! Sorry. You’re just gonna have to trust me on this one... it was an experience!

Full of gas (of suspect age and origin) we eventually made it to Mt. Coolum - a beautiful National Park just minutes from the beach. The AirBnB space and our hosts were AMAZING!

Our hosts were so sweet, leaving us chalkboard notes every day:

We got to settle in and enjoy the best of all worlds again. The backyard of the house WAS the National Park and we were able to literally hike the mountain from there. It was a hell of a hike (think Grouse Grind) but well worth it!

Spent some time at Coolum Beach as well and did some body boarding. It was a great place to spend John’s birthday too :)

From Coolum we also drove the nearby town of Eumundi to check out their famous Market. It was huge! Must have taken up 6 square blocks and took us hours to navigate. *How much is a parking ticket in Eumundi? Oooh, I know this one! It’s $63 AUD. Yes it is :(

We had fun (despite the ticket) and found some cool items and lots of local artwork everywhere

And also went back to Noosa Heads (which is hard to photograph well - sorry!

All in all, our three nights in Coolum were lovely. Great food, beach, people, hiking... and it was such a nice surprise to find a little gift bag, on the hood of our car, upon our departure. How nice is this?

Then it was off to Tanawha (again). We had stayed at a beautiful rainforest B&B at the beginning of our journey (which seems like a lifetime ago!) and both John and I had been sad to leave so soon. We’d really ‘clicked’ with our hosts Liz & Steve and frankly, it’s like a 5 star resort. It’s true!. I can hear that guy from Jurassic Park saying, “We spared no expense”. So we booked an encore with them for the next 4 nights to relax and explore the Hinterlands more. (We’ve heard the drive/scenery is to die for). Upon our arrival in Tanawha, we were greeted with MORE GIFTS!

I don’t know if I can fit those paper flowers in my suitcase :(

So, we’re now in the rain forest enjoying our hosts and getting ready to do MORE exploring of this beautiful country. I have actually unpacked (for the 1st time this whole trip! LOL) and am planning to milk these last few days to the last drop. It sounds like a fairytale, I know. So, I’ll admit, it’s not always this amazing feeling. There have been mornings when I really didn’t want to do anything. I’m in (what I consider paradise) and I feel BLEH. It’s happened. On more than one occasion. I miss my family. My friends. My cats. But I then remind myself that I better take advantage of opportunities (actually, I say ‘Pull your head out of your ass, it’s not a hat!’) and life goes on. Ces’t la vie :)

So, we’re in the final stretch!! Hope you’re still enjoying coming along for the ride! Hope to have more to share soon. Cheers!

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THE DUCK AVENGER: #13 EVERYTHING AND NOTHING

That’s a problem.

The Avenger is fighting a dinosaur-monster-thing called Morgoth that really, really wants him dead. He’s also very distracted, to the point where he reacts to dino-thing blocking his attack, redirecting a lazer-beam into a building with “huh”. Which seems less like the standard hero “this is gonna suck” response and more… “of course he can do that *sad sigh*”.

Feeling okay?

He does get distracted though, and so he gets knocked of a building.

On the way down, he flashed back to a minor episode that took place during lunch hours.

Donald was in line at a Duckmall food place, but when he was ordering food, a random stranger told him to take two bags of chips. Donald says no, he wants one, but the stranger is rather insistent. The lady taking orders gets annoyed by the delay, and when Donald tries to put to blame on the other guy, he realizes that guy has disappeared.

Back in the present, the Avenger’s attention snaps back to his current situation of falling to death. The shield is falling about two meters ahead of him, but considering that he can’t speed up his fall, that might as well be three hundred kilometers.

Impressive. I wouldn’t as much as blink at it if he’d somehow managed to fall faster than the shield, but we’re not doing that silly thing here.

We’re doing a different one! The building is still under construction, and the shield hits a beam that happens to stick out, bouncing back up within reach. Because… that’s… how it works? It could, the shield’s alien, so.

The Avenger grabs the shield, flies back up and starts mocking Angus rather than focusing on Morgoth that is still there and still feeling murder-y. Also, he can fly now, because shapeshifting is the best power.

It’s like the Avenger is feeling suicidal. There’s distracted and there’s this.

The fight continues, and the police shows up, being useful and scaring Morgoth off by shooting at him.

The Avenger decides to let him go, preferring to retire for the evening.

Whatever else I have to say about this issue, the art is good. The Avenger looks seriously awful here, without any exaggerated bruises or signs of tiredness.

In a creepy bunker somewhere, someone is working on figuring out the Avenger’s secret identity.

These are always funny. Without mask... With mask...

The next day, Donald is at work, still feeling distracted.

There… there are people you can talk to. No, really.

Donald continues his rounds, asking questions like “would everything disappear if I closed my eyes?”

This entire thing reads like some kind of depressive episode.

He considers a shrink for a moment, but all things considered, decides to try resting first. He does that by getting into a show car, and falling asleep. At work. That goes as well as you’d expect when Bloom notices.

He yells Donald away, and Donald bangs his head on the ceiling of the car. For a panel or two, everything seems normal, then the weird depressive tone of this issue comes back.

Later, the Avenger asks Lylo for advice. Every night, he and Morgoth fight, but why?

Lylo thinks it’s obvious, Morgoth is evil and the Avenger is good. They will fight until good wins. The Avenger is less sure, and would also like to know how long the game is going to last.

Then we cut to Everett for a page. Everett is definitely not worried about the Avenger, just curious about what he’s doing. Yep, this was a necessary break from the plot.

Back at the plot, Lylo has dug out some kind of robot-armor for the Avenger to use against Morgoth. The Avenger blows a hole in a wall before getting the hang of it.

Retro.

Later again, the two spend the evening watching tv.

1. Aww.

2. The tv-show host reminds me of Gladstone. Look at the hair.

3. Aww. I like it when you get bits like this, just showing that people are friends. Even if it’s kinda undermined by the ending.

And the it’s time to go through the motions again. The Avenger gets into the armor, determined to change the rules of the game.

Morgoth is at a stadium, destroying helicopters.

At least someone’s having fun.

The Avenger hits him from behind, and they fight and fight and it’s a boring fight, until Morgoth drives a spear through the Avenger’s armor.

The rockets on the back of the armor activates, and the armor wraps its arms around Morgoth. It turns out that the Avenger abandoned it, leaving Morgoth to lift off into the sky.

The Avenger isn’t happy however, as it was still just a match and not the game he won. He’s also not in the mood to enjoy his fifteen minutes of fame.

The armor was later found outside of Duckburg, destroyed and with no trace of Morgoth. On the bright side, Donald is working today. He can’t stand the idea of watching tv all day though, so he tries the fridge. Which is basically empty. The idea of shopping brings a brief surge of nausea, but then he gets one small whim. Well, two.

He wants chips.

At the mall, there’s only two bags left, and some guy grabs one, because he’s only filled like half his cart with them. This annoys Donald.

Donald tells him off, declaring the he wanted two bags. Asshole offers him two black eyes. Donald tells him not to threaten him, and asshole suggests he could move onto action.

Donald considers it. He’s deal with alien vampires, cyborgs, supercriminals… it would be ridiculously easy to put a normal person in their place.

And then he backs down. He could, but that would mean erasing the line between Donald Duck and the Duck Avenger. He can’t do that.

So he settles for one bag of chips.

This entire scene is creepy. Donald getting angry isn’t new, but there’s a vibe to this scene that makes it a lot more serious than it normally would be. The mood is seriously off in this issue to being with, the Avenger’s mental state is not okay, and it’s over a bag of chips.

The Avenger takes a break at the park, but realizes it might not be the best place. There’s too much confusion, both in the park and inside his head. He tries to focus, but is once again distracted. This time, it’s by the ice cream man.

Donald’s sure he’s seen him before. At the lunch from the flashback, at work, while shopping like half an hour ago.

Donald tries to catch his attention, but is run down by a skateboarder. The ice cream man conveniently disappears while that happens. And then his chips are stolen.

Hey, lady, you don’t know what kind of day he’s been having! At least save your comments for when he’s out of hearing range like polite people do!

We cut back to Everett again, who… is using his fifty tvs to watch clips of the Avenger while wondering where he is. O-kay. Not weird at all.

Donald is back home. So are the nephews, not that we get to see them. According to Donald they’re at that age where they treat home as an hotel. They’ve left their backpacks on the couch, and Donald has to deal with it. He finds a bag of chips, and asks everyone to look away, because he’s stealing that. And the other two bags too.

Opening them, and dumping the chips all over the kitchen table, he notices something terrible.

Get a bowl, you’re not an animal! Wait.

As Donald his having his realization of something being horribly wrong, the man from lunch shows up again. He says he can explain, and he also knows Donald is the Duck Avenger. But they have to talk fast, it won’t take long before some mysterious “he” will redirect his focus on Donald.

He can’t say the name, that would draw attention. So… Voldemort?

No, the person lunch-guy talking about has total control over the situation, thought he’s forced to simpliify some details. Like the chips, he created a single base model and replicated it all. Like the ice cream man and a few dozen other secondary characters.

He didn’t think Donald would notice the repetition. Lunch guy then gives a complicated non-explanation of where he is. He’s being difficult on purpose though, as explaining clearly would bring down his attention on them.

Lunch-guy tells Donald to break the routine. It’s the only hint he can give.

Donald demands to know who he is, and lunch-guy calls himself a virus, before disappearing.

Next up, round break the routine between Morgoth and the Avenger.

The Avenger tries to talk to Morgoth, and gets hit with a spiky hammer for his trouble.

He notes that despite that, and getting thrown into a wall he’s fine. Nowhere near the kind of serious injury you’d expect. And when the Avenger counter-attacks, hitting Morgoth with a lazer-beam at full strength, yet Morgoth is fine.

This would be much more effective if the Avenger didn’t shrug off shit like that all the time, but I can go with it.

The Avenger has put the pieces together and is starting to feel like his old self. He forces Morgoth to ask some of the same questions he’s been asking, like “why are we fighting?”

And Morgoth stops. And reality says bye-bye.

And is replaced with nightmare-horror-insects.

The two team up against the insect-things, defeating them. The insects disappear, and so does Morgoth.

I mean, he was boring, but still :(

He wakes up like this.

That seems very uncomfortable.

He’s welcomed back to reality by this guy.

I can just hear this slow, condescending voice in my head as I look at him.

This is an AI without a real name, just a string of letters and numbers the Avenger won’t be able to remember. He considers himself a machine that, no matter how advanced, can be used, turned of and then abandoned.

Originally, he was just a computer, but then he started developing decisional autonomy, and his created freaked out a bit. They left him there years ago, for someone else to decide what to do with him.

There are really no good AI parents.

The Avenger says that’s sad, but wants to know what that has to do with him.

The Avenger has destroyed hundreds of his kind, he’s enemy of his species. He has endless connections with every other machine and has received so many last images and transmissions from machines destroyed by the Avenger.

The Avenger calls him crazy, and the machine says he can’t understand. The Avenger notes to himself that he can’t, or maybe he doesn’t want to.

Yeah… no. Machine crazy. There’s no mention of any of these machines having even a rudimentary kind of AI. That would make sense. Well, sort of. Making sense would be going after the people initiating violence, not the person trying to stop those people.

But regular machines? This isn’t like killing people, or even an animal, this is more like locking your neighbor in the basement because he mowed the lawn, and claiming it’s revenge for your fellow biologicals, the strands of grass. Except that the grass actually qualifies as alive.

So he’s crazy, but not in a way that really works when it comes to gaining sympathy. It’s more like “oh, that’s sa- wait, what now?”

Machine continues, explaining that he managed to reignite himself, which I take to mean getting involved again, and reconnect to cameras and microphones outside the bunker they’re in. He noticed that the Avenger kept visiting Century. He set a trap and the Avenger walked right into it.

The he created the virtual world based on the Avenger’s memories.

And this is when we learn that while a week passed inside the virtual world, only a day passed on the outside. Which is good for the Avenger, and makes the cuts to Everett hilarious.

Machine wanted the Avenger to be forced to repeat the same operations over and over, without being able to understand why. Machine wanted to be the one to decide the game, to avenge his kin!

But he lost, thanks to that virus. The Avenger altered the program. So he made the virus? And the damage has been extended from software to hardware.

Sure, take the easy way out.

The Avenger is free to go back to his regular life.

Oh, finally.

Well, that was all around depressing. It’s like everything is covered in sadness and hopelessness. Good job on that front. But the problem is that while it supposed to be dull and tiresome for the Avenger, it unfortunately has the same effect on me. And the revenge scheme that’s so over the top and ridiculous, it’s very hard to feel sorry for the crazy AI.

The art is really good though.

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