#louie database

[sad-space-dad-and-co]

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#SAD Blog Canon #SAD Dad Blog #Answered by Olimar #Asked by All-Devouring Black Hole Loan Sharks #Captain Olimar #Olimar Pikmin #Louie Pikmin #Captain Louie #Pikmin #Pikmin ask blog #ask blog #Pikmin 2

[meowjings-arsb]

Behold a pikmin OC

Their name is Mint and they live on PNF-404

I don’t know what the collective species that Hocotations, Koppai, etc fall under like humans do, but they’re inhuman* basically

I don’t know what to call them tbh. A shapeshifter maybe

I might be about to infodump a timeline a little 👌 under the cut

Mint landed on PNF-404 years ago. Their species is designed to be great hunters, since they’re shapeshifters and whatnot. Maybe I’ll try to delve into the species or not I have no idea at the moment

In my opinion, Pikmin 4 takes place after Pikmin 3. Olimar just crashed and got stuck again for like the 4th time idk

Anyways. Koppai trio comes in and Mint is curious about them and starts mimicking them and filling them around. Koppai trio is equally curious because how tf is someone living there. Mint can’t communicate with them so yeah. She gets to know the crew + Louie and Olimar. Very much likes Louie because he’s weird and eats creatures too.

Mint travels back with them to Koppai since they think she’s a castaway, but they can’t find her on any databases which is just… puzzling. Even more, blood tests say that she’s not part of any known species. She becomes an oddity because of these things including her PNF-404 orgins, but the Koppai trio protect her and keep her safe.

She’s stays with them for the time being, they teach her english* (whatever they speak), and she slowly gets integrated into society. Alph even teaches her a thing or two about engineering. I don’t know how many years it would take for these things so idk how long yet. Probably speaks a broken english*.

Once she can communicate with others efficiently they still don’t know where she’s from because she doesn’t know either. She just woke up on PNF-404 and lived there until the Koppai trio’s mission. She’s learned to be more secretive about whatever her mystery species is because like… a shapeshifter is not a common sight to see or know about and Mint doesn’t like a lot of attention.

I want to give her a dog or something similar. I’m working on it

Idk. She gets recruited on a treasure trip to PNF-404 because it’s very known that she’s lived there and probably knows her way around things. Thing is, the people who hired her are shady as heck. She ends up not liking them and tends to avoid them and run off while exploring the planet

In the end something happens, could be the group is getting attacked or whatnot, but she gets left behind. She’s kinda sad but not helpless. After some time she gets her communicator working and messages the S.S. Drake to check in and ultimately chooses to stay on PNF-404 because she’s felt homesick

The communicator actually breaks a year or so in so she’s actually stuck, but she brushes it off because.. eh

Pikmin 4 appears ✨

Meets Olimar and Louie again and is happy. Helps them out. Olimar goes missing uh oh-

A lot of ships seem to be crashing lately and Mint doesn’t really know why, not looking into it much. This red leaf b-word also showed up and now everyone’s day is ruined

Enter Rescue Corps 👌

Mint kinda just stumbles into Collin, Shepherd, and Oatchi and decides to help out. They accept her help because who else is gonna go out in the danger planet? At first, Mint doesn’t stay during the night to which the crew worries because how could someone possibly be living out there? It’s dangerous?

Uhhhhh

✨Shenanigans 💅✨

I hope to god I can draw more about her before the Overwatch fixation takes over. Also play more of Pikmin 4 because I kind of stopped at some point after getting Yonny

#hopefully will draw more #there name was originally going to be Moli but one of the npc’s is named Molly so it’s not Mint #Moli pikmin is such a fun name tho #my stoof #signatured #milly’s arts #pikmin #pikmin 4 #pikmin oc #mint #game oc #my ocs #my lookalike #why is my tagging system so jack #doodles

[duckapus]

Qwoots

Reboot Saiko: In response to not getting the attention I deserve I have decided to cause problems on purpose.

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Lily: *holds up Lil Coding's cat form wrapped up tightly in a blanket* Gatito Burrito.

Lil Coding: :3

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Toad: I'm back!

Mario: ...I'm not sure if that's something we should be happy about.

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Luigi: Did you lock the front door?

Mario: Yes, I locked the front door.

Luigi: I don't think it was locked.

Mario: I know I locked the-

*glass shatters*

Mario: See, look at that! Wario and Waluigi had to break in through the window!

Luigi:

Mario: Bet you feel real stupid now.

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Cody: This year, Katie's going to face her fears and ride the ferris wheel.

Franky: Your sister's afraid of heights?

Cody: No, just giant wheels.

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Bob: For years, we made fun of Meggy for saying she wants a vacuum cleaner every year, but we finally got her a nice Dyson and you know what? She's walking around, vacuuming every room, muttering "this is a game changer." Say what you will, but the girl knows what she wants.

Bob: Mario and Tari would always insist "no no no, we have to get her stuff she'll actually enjoy" and this is frankly humiliating for them. She just discovered the max suction setting and she's happier than she was when she won Splatfest.

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Mr. L, doing routine maintenance on Brobot and Reboot Saiko: Health must come first, or else evil can't prosper!

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Louie: I've learned some very valuable lessons from this.

SMG32: I'm guessing they're all horrible distortions of the lessons you should've learned.

Louie: Death isn't real and I'm basically God.

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Miku: Yesterday I overheard Ash saying "are you sure this is a good idea?" and Pikachu replying "trust me," and I have never moved from one end of a campsite to the other so quickly in my life.

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Computer: choose a password

SMG3: "SMG4"

Computer: your password is too weak

SMG3: *shrugs* Yeah, fair enough.

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Shantae: Okay, I could only afford to get you a kiddie meal, so don't let them know you're over eight.

Tulip: ...Mayor Scuttlebutt really needs to start paying you more.

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Meggy: Of course I have a lot of pent-up rage I've been the same height since I was 14.

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Database, internally and only internally, after ClearAll gets driven away and the God Box is created: Before anyone asks, YES, we did ruin everything with our hubris.

(I figure that even though they still hate Duck, Database does at least now understand how important his role is, and that driving him to temporarily quit and permanently go into hiding was a mistake. They'll never admit it out loud, but still)

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Nimbus: What are you doing?

Tune: Providin' moral support.

Nimbus: You have morals?

Tune: No, but I support folks that do.

#smg4 #smg4 ocs #incorrect quotes #reboot saiko #lily #lil coding #toad #mario #luigi #wario #waluigi #cody #franky the toad #bob bobowski #meggy spletzer #smg4 tari #mr l #brobot m-type #mr m #louie pikmin #smg32 #hatsune miku #ash ketchum #ash's pikachu #smg3 #shantae #tulip #database #clearall #duck the codeless

[niceinchnails]

The Simpsons Characters

The Simpsons and relatives Homer Simpson • Marge Simpson • Bart Simpson • Lisa Simpson • Maggie Simpson Santa's Little Helper • Snowball II • Abraham Simpson • Patty Bouvier • Selma Bouvier • Mona Simpson • Jacqueline Bouvier • Ling Bouvier • Herb Powell Around Springfield Jasper Beardly • Comic Book Guy • Barney Gumble • Maude Flanders • Ned Flanders • Professor Frink • Gil Gunderson • Julius Hibbert • Lionel Hutz • Helen Lovejoy • Reverend Timothy Lovejoy • Captain Horatio McCallister • Akira • Hans Moleman • Marvin Monroe • Bleeding Gums Murphy • Apu Nahasapeemapetilon • Mayor Joe Quimby • Dr. Nick Riviera • Agnes Skinner • Cletus Spuckler • Disco Stu • Squeaky-Voiced Teen • Moe Szyslak • Sam and Larry • Kirk Van Houten • Luann Van Houten • Clancy Wiggum • Eddie • Lou • Crazy Cat Lady • Lindsey Naegle • Cookie Kwan • Wiseguy • Brandine Spuckler • The Yes Guy • Sanjay Nahasapeemapetilon • Blue-haired Lawyer • Judge Roy Snyder • Rich Texan • Luigi Risotto • Old Jewish Man • Mrs. Glick Media Personalities Itchy & Scratchy • Kent Brockman • Krusty the Clown • Troy McClure • Sideshow Mel • Rainier Wolfcastle | Arnie Pye • Radioactive Man • Duffman • Bumblebee Man • Bill and Marty • Drederick Tatum • Mr. Teeny • Scott Christian • Booberella • Gabbo • Lurleen Lumpkin • Celebrities Springfield Elementary School faculty and students Superintendant Chalmers • Seymour Skinner • Edna Krabappel • Elizabeth Hoover • Groundskeeper Willie • Otto Mann • Lunchlady Doris • Dewey Largo • Dr. J. Loren Pyror • Milhouse Van Houten • Ralph Wiggum • Nelson Muntz • Martin Prince • Rod Flanders • Todd Flanders • Sherri and Terri • Wendell Borton • Database • Jimbo Jones • Kearney Zzyzwicz • Dolph Starbeam • Üter Zörker • Janey Powell • Lewis • Richard • Bashir bin Laden Springfield Nuclear Power Plant Charles Montgomery Burns • Waylon Smithers • Carl Carlson • Lenny Leonard • Charlie • Blinky Villains Snake Jailbird • Kang & Kodos • Herman • Sideshow Bob • Fat Tony • Frankie the Squealer • Johnny Tightlips • Legs and Louie Families The Simpsons • The Bouviers • The Flanders • The Van Houtens • The Wiggums Miscellaneous Fictional characters • One-Time Characters • LGBT characters • Parodied celebrities • Animals

[shadowwingtronix]

"Yesterday's" Comic> Tron (2.0) #2

BW's "Yesterday's" Comic> Tron (2.0) #2

“Hey buddy, do you see a good parking space?” Tron #2 SLG Publishing (April, 2006) WRITERS: Landry Walker & Eric Jones ARTIST: Louie De Martinis LETTERER?: Eleanor Lawson Yeah, I’m guessing on Lawson’s role. The back of the comic also gives a “speech & SFX” credit for David Hedgecock as missing from last issue and Lawson is given the credit this one. Apparently even the Grand Comics Database and…

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#Jet Bradley #SLG Publishing #Tron #Tron 2.0

[thesimpsonsultimateshowdown]

This Nearly Crashed My Browser: Finding All 120+ Competitors

the current list

The Simpsons is known for it's utterly mind-boggling amount of episodes and characters, with its wiki having more than 5K entries in the character section. My job was to sift to through and pick out as many relevant characters as possible, while making some exclusions and exceptions. Here's how it went down:

The wiki's home page has a character tab with a dropdown with five category; Simpson Family, Krusty, At the SNPP, At Springfield Elementary, and Kids

Clicking on each tab will bring you to a page with all characters relevant to the category

-The Krusty tab is literally just Krusty, so I just found Channel 4 myself

In Simpson Family, I grabbed the core family, Snowball & SLH, Abe & Mona, Patty, Selma, and Ling

In Channel 4, I grabbed Krusty, Kent, Bumblebee Man, Sideshow Bob & Mel, Mr. Teeny, Itchy & Scratchy, and later I decided to expand it to celebrities, adding, Marvin Monroe, Troy McClure, Rainer Wolfcastle, Drederick Tatum, and just decided to stick Kang & Kodos here

In SNPP, I grabbed Mr. Burns, Smithers, Lenny & Carl, Blinky the Fish, Charlie, and the people's champion, "Just Stamp the Ticket" Man

In Springfield Elementary, I grabbed Skinner, Edna, Otto, Hoover, Largo, Willie, Chalmers, Krupt, and Doris

And in Kids, I grabbed Uter, Richard & Lewis, Database, Baby Gerald, Milhouse, Nelson, Wendell, Martin, Ralph, Rod & Todd, Sherri & Terri, Janey, and the Spuckler & Nahasapeemapetilon kids

I didn't find the bullies, Jimbo, Dolph, and Kearney in Kids, so I made a throwaway category, "Townies". After these three and over the course of tracking other characters, I grabbed Barney, Sam & Larry, Hans Moleman, Snake, Bleeding Gums, Julio & Grady, Jebediah Springfield, Disco Stu, Squeaky Voiced Teen, Cletus & Brandine, and the City of Shelbyville.

Next, I decided to look for Senior characters, which eventually evolved into the aptly named "Olds" category. This was pretty broad, but here I grabbed Ned & Maude Flanders, Kirk & Luann Van Houten, Marge's Mother, Jasper, Mrs. Muntz, Old Jewish Man (which is his title, apparently), Ruth Powers, Mrs. Glick, Crazy Cat Lady, Sarah Wiggum, Agnes, Manjula, and Matt Groening.

Researching this category, characters such as Apu and Fat Tony came to mind, but were excluded since they do stuff. So then I made the final category, "Career", characters who are most defined by their career. This was the largest category, with me grabbing Apu, Reverend & Helen Lovejoy, Lionel Hutz, Moe, Dr Hibbert & Nick, Fat Tony, Legs & Louie, Johnny Tightlips, Frankie the Squealer, Judge Constance, The Salty Sea Captain & The Rich Texan, Mayor Quimby, Cookie Kwan, Blue-Haired Lawyer, Lindsey Naegle, Roger Meyers Jr, Gil, Comic Book Guy, Chief Wiggum, Officers Eddie & Lou, Herman, Italian Chef (not calling him f-ing Luigi Risotto), and Duffman.

Finally, the characters I forgot or couldn't originally fit, being Herbert, Allison, Rabbi Krustofsky, Artie Ziff, Shauna Chalmers, Kumiko Albertson, and Raphael the Wisecrack.

Exclusions and the Vaguest of Vague Rules

While constructing the list, at the start I avoided adding Allison, Herbert, and the Rabbi. In my mind, these were one-time guest stars, like Hank Scorpio and Frank Grimes, but I decided to include them as Allison became a Janey-like figure, Herbert got a follow-up episode in Season 3, and the Rabbi appeared on occasion with speaking roles. Characters I will never add would either be real-people, with the exception of Matt Groening, one-off guest stars, and set-dressing characters that don't impact main characters, such as Martin's parents, the other workers at the nuclear plant, and Sideshow Bob's wife and child.

Of course, I can bend the rules. If you think of a character that could be included, tell me in anyway you can and I'll decide on it or create a public poll. Why, just typing this up I thought of Flanders' parents, the Vegas wives, and Princess Kashmir, who could all be argued for or against!

Thanks for reading, and look forward to deciding polls and soon enough, a bracket! Asks always open!

#the simpsons #polls #disgruntled goat

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

Sea do you know the acc of the Louie fund that helps fans buy a ticket?. 🥺

Yes! It’s here:

Fans can both gift and receive tickets to shows that are not sold out. I know they were arranging for tickets to shows in Paraguay, Colombia, and Costa Rica, so you can give them a DM!

[terrinakamura]

Have you heard of Wordle? 🌿FERNS is a 5-letter word. Maybe you’ve been playing or maybe you’ve not heard of it. If you like word games, you might enjoy Wordle! 📱 Players have 6 tries to guess the 5-letter word of the day—usually through the process of elimination 🔤. It’s rewarding to solve the puzzle. 🧩 Josh Wardle created the game for his girlfriend & made it public 10/21. A month later, there were fewer than 100 people playing, but 2 months later the number of players grew to 300K. It caught the attention of the New York Times 📰 which decided to buy it. If you’re curious, you’ll find it on the NYT website 🌐. Lots of people (besides me) are playing & it bonds people from all walks of life who endeavor to find the daily word. 🥳 WORDLE STRATEGIES: 🎯 Start with the same word each time (Mine is a color) 🎯 Start with a different word each time! (HUH?) 🎯 Start with SLICE, TRIED or CRANE 🎯 Start with a vowel-heavy word like ADIEU, AUDIO, LOUIE or OUIJA 🎯 Skip using correct letters when trying to identify 5 usable letters 🎯 Form Words Using Commonly Used Letters. Here’s GameRant’s list from most to least common: E, T, A, I, N, O, S, H, R, D, L, U, C, M, F, W, Y, G, P, B, V, K, Q, J, X & Z 🎯 Use a database of 5-letter words. Is this cheating? The NYT calls it “assistance” for when you’re stumped.  www.bestwordlist.com/5letterwords.htm 🎯 Hints: Some words use the same letter twice & it doesn’t hurt to try weird words Will Wordle make you smarter? 🤓 No. But it’s a lot of fun. Inverse.com says “Wordle may give you a daily dose of complex cognition combined with social interaction” 👫👭👬—good things! I usually tackle Wordle right before bedtime 🛌 then I share it to @terrinakamura on Twitter 🐦 with a cryptic clue. I may be stimulating my brain 🧠 when I should be calming it 🧘‍♀️, but I fall asleep quickly & sleep soundly 💤. Do you play Wordle, or want to try? . . . PHOTOS: 🌿Spring is in full force & the #ferns are here to prove it! Last photo: the ONE TIME I solved #Wordle in one try (not my normal start word) #wordgames #unfurling #springgreen #seattlespring #springinseattle #googlepixel #pixelphotography #macrophotos #Portraitmode . . . (at Central District, Seattle) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc91W3YODuO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#ferns #wordle #wordgames #unfurling #springgreen #seattlespring #springinseattle #googlepixel #pixelphotography #macrophotos #portraitmode

[revotalk]

NoSQL database Aerospike today announced that it has raised a $100 million Series E round led by Sumeru Equity Partners. Existing investor Alsop Louie Partners also participated in this round. In 2009, the company started as a key-value store with a focus on the adtech industry; Aerospike has since diversified its offerings quite a bit. […] © 2024 TechCrunch. All rights reserved. For personal use only.

[sc4tterbr41n3d]

@lighter-of-the-candle

louie steals liams laptop and texty shows him the plane database,what happens???

[lesbia-with-her-sparrow]

Weblena week day 3: teasing siblings

Would you be so kind?: a group chat fic

Summary: Lena wants to propose, but she may need a little help. Unfortunately, her only help are the four Worst People she could ask, her and Webby’s respective siblings. Let the teasing commence.

Dark_Magic created the group: “help me propose to webby pls”

JWG-Database: Congratulations!

Lets-Dewey-This!!: lena ur proposing???

Louie_inc: finally omg

Dark_Magic: dewey if u tell anyone istg

Dark_Magic: WEBBY CANNOT KNOW

Violet: Haven’t you two already discussed marriage and decided you were ready for it? Where’s the need for secrecy?

Dark_Magic: yea but i didn’t say when or where or how it has to be ~romantic~

JWG-Database: Exactly, it has to be a beautiful moment she’ll remember for the rest of her life. This is important!

Dark_Magic: thanks hue got any ideas??

Louie_inc: how would u know literally nobody in this family is married

Louie_inc: mrs b doesnt count

Lets-Dewey-This!!: mom and penny are looking into the laws around ducks and moonlanders

Louie_inc: y would that be illegal tho?

Louie_inc: like ik theres a bias or whatever but still

Lets-Dewey-This!!: it’s more like some old laws could be interpreted a different way but yeah

Dark_Magic: hello??? we’re helping ME propose rn

Louie_inc: calm down lena not everythings about u

Dark_Magic: except this group? that I made? for the specific purpose? of helping me??

Lets-Dewey-This!!: I wanna help but I’m not in town rn

JWG-Database: Yeah, Louie and I have class all week, but we could come down for the weekend.

Lets-Dewey-This!!: I have an audition but I can fly back thursday

Violet: I wish for you to break your proverbial leg, in that case.

Dark_Magic: that’s fine I just need u guys to be down sunday for the engagement party

JWG-Database: Wait so you have the engagement party planned but not the actual engagement?

JWG-Database: And you didn’t even ask me, the world’s greatest party planner, for help?

Dark_Magic: no I asked duckworth

Dark_Magic: he’s the only adult in ur house I trust

Dark_Magic: and he throws a dope ass party

JWG-Database: Ignoring your poor party planner decisions, have you made any necessary reservations yet?

Dark_Magic: no

Lets-Dewey-This!!: but u bought a ring tho right

Dark_Magic: no

Louie_inc: do u even know where ur gonna propose??

Dark_Magic: not yet

Violet: You’ve at least discussed whether it will be a public or private proposal, correct?

Dark_Magic: i don’t think you’ll like my answer

Louie_inc: cant u like magically grow diamonds out of the darkness in ur heart or whatever

Dark_Magic: no! god idek if I can afford a ring what do I do guys help

JWG-Database: Relax, you can buy a ring with cubic zirconia instead. They look just like diamonds, but they’re lab grown, so they’re cheaper and you won’t end up with a blood diamond.

Lets-Dewey-This!!: woah whats a blood diamond?? they sound rlly cool ngl I feel like webby would like it

Violet: A blood diamond is a diamond that results from mining in war-torn countries, as well as the exploitation and often slavery of the workers in the gemstone industry.

Lets-Dewey-This!!: oh

Lets-Dewey-This!!: Webby would not like it

Dark_Magic: woah cubic zirconia is wayyy cheaper some of these are like 50 bucks

Dark_Magic: WHY DID NONE OF THE DORK SQUAD TELL ME THEY CAN BE ANY COLOR

Dark_Magic: I CAN GET HER A PINK RING ISTG

JWG-Database: I feel like saying they’re lab grown implies customizability.

Louie_inc: i dont count as part of the dork squad right

Dark_Magic changed the group name to: “dork squad + Lena”

Louie_inc: this is a cruelty i will never recover from

Lets-Dewey-This!!: ^^^^

Lets-Dewey-This!!: Do u know Webby’s ring size Lena??

Dark_Magic: …

Dark_Magic: yes

Lets-Dewey-This!!: oh

Lets-Dewey-This!!: I was gonna say I accidentally took one of webbys rings w me to la but if you dont need it then nvm

Dark_Magic: uhhh why dont you tell me anyway jic

Lets-Dewey-This!!: …

Lets-Dewey-This!!: …

Lets-Dewey-This!!: …

Lets-Dewey-This!!: so uhhh there’s a bit of a problem

Dark_Magic: …dewey what did u do

Lets-Dewey-This!!: I may have tried on webbys ring to see how big it was and gotten it stuck on my finger

Violet: You could have taken it to a jeweler.

JWG-Database: Or put it on a tapered candle

Louie_inc: or wrapped a piece of string around the inside

Dark_Magic: or done literally anything but shove in onto ur own finger u absolute imbecile

Lets-Dewey-This!!: Im hearing a lot of solutions to the wrong problem here

Louie_inc: well what do u want us to do lmao

Lets-Dewey-This!!: ok my roommates getting butter

Lets-Dewey-This!!: wait no we’re out of butter do u guys think sour cream will work

JWG-Database: In what way do you think those two substances are equivalent?

Lets-Dewey-This!!: idk but it worked fine webbys a size 5

Violet: It seems scientifically improbable that you could determine the ring size that quickly.

Lets-Dewey-This!!: nah my roommate works at jareds so he told me

Dark_Magic: IF UR ROOMMATE WORKS AT JAREDS WHY THE HELL DID U PUT THE RING ON UR OWN DAMN FINGER

Lets-Dewey-This!!: ok calm down

Lets-Dewey-This!!: he already knew my ring size so I thought it’d be easier

Louie_inc: can i take back the parts of ur dna that make u related to me

JWG-Database: We’re identical triplets. That would be 100% of his genetic material.

Louie_inc: then im taking all of it

Louie_inc: its for the greater good

Lets-Dewey-This!!: mom said it’s my turn with the genetic material sorry

Dark_Magic: damn webby’s fingers are small I thought she had more punching mass than this

JWG-Database: I think for her it’s less about mass/surface area and more about velocity.

Louie_inc: yea you ever played slug bug w her? those punches come in FAST

Lets-Dewey-This!!: my roommate said he’ll let us use his discount but he has a bunch of questions mind if I add him for a sec

Dark_Magic: go for it man

Lets-Dewey-This!! added: “Jack-Quackson” to the group.

Jack-Quackson: hi I’m jack which one of you is Lena?

Louie_inc: me

Dark_Magic: me

Dark_Magic: Louie stfu it’s me

Jack-Quackson: I’m assuming @louie_inc is louie

Jack-Quackson: Dewey’s told me so much about you guys btw

Jack-Quackson: anyway the idea I had was that Dewey buys the ring here using my discount then flies down thurs so Lena can get it in time for her proposal? Unless you need it earlier?

Dark_Magic: nah that’s good

Jack-Quackson: ok cool so what are you looking for

Dark_Magic: I was thinking pink cubic zirconia

Jack-Quackson: ok what type of band

Dark_Magic: wdym

Jack-Quackson: like gold or silver mostly

Jack-Quackson: we also do like silicon n stuff but that’s more for bands w/out a gem

Dark_Magic: uhhhh guys

Louie_inc: gold duh

Lets-Dewey-This!!: I feel like silver would look nice

Lets-Dewey-This!!: and in la I am a fashion icon

Jack-Quackson: Dewey I’m pretty sure that in order to a be a fashion icon you have to wear more than one color at any point in your life

Lets-Dewey-This!!: nah monochromatics the look these days right guys

Louie_inc: absolutely

JWG-Database: couldn’t agree more

Dark_Magic: no :)

Violet: I know nothing about fashion and yet I am so certain you are incorrect.

Lets-Dewey-This!!: well it looks like it’s a tie ig we’ll never know the answer

Lets-Dewey-This!!: but for the record webby would totally be on my side

Dark_Magic: she wears other colors tho

Louie_inc: yea but what do u call her

Dark_Magic: … touché

Jack-Quackson: I still feel like Dewey should diversify his closet a bit but sure

Jack-Quackson: we’re getting off topic

JWG-Database: try getting them to stick to a family meeting agenda

Jack-Quackson: gold or silver??

Dark_Magic: vi? Huey?? Thoughts???

Violet: Gold is more malleable which means it will fare better through changing seasons and relative finger sizes as she changes weights naturally throughout her life

JWG-Database: gold would be romantic because it would be representative of her family while the pink gem would symbolize the new family you are building together with both having significance in her life

Dark_Magic: ooh I like that gold it is

Lets-Dewey-This!!: how dare you make a fool of me

Jack-Quackson: engraved? Personalized?

Jack-Quackson: it doesn’t have to be to be meaningful I just need to know

Dark_Magic: that sounds nice but I am broke

Dark_Magic: and not very poetic tbh

Violet: Your spells are literally manifested in poetry that you’ve written.

Jack-Quackson: what.

Dark_Magic: yea but it’s more abt the emotions than the words themselves

Dark_Magic: did Dewey not tell u I’m a shadow being/ sorceress

Jack-Quackson: nope can’t say he did

Lets-Dewey-This!!: lol it just didn’t rlly come up ig

Jack-Quackson: yea neither did ur great uncle being the richest duck in the world

Lets-Dewey-This!!: in my defense idek we were related for like half my life

Jack-Quackson: I thought your mom was really cool she didn’t tell you?

Lets-Dewey-This!!: she was stuck on the moon

Jack-Quackson: she was WHAT

Dark_Magic: ok this has been great but u 2 r literally in the same room so I’m gonna remove u jack

Dark_Magic removed: “Jack-Quackson” from the group.

Louie_inc: u should have removed Dewey lol

Lets-Dewey-This!!: i can’t believe this betrayal from my own brother

Violet: Okay, so the ring is being handled. Now you need to decide where/how you are proposing.

Dark_Magic: idk maybe like a nice date followed by a walk around the pier? And we could go somewhere on the beach w less ppl?

Dark_Magic: wait guys I’m actually a genius

Dark_Magic: ill propose on the amphitheater where we met!!!

JWG-Database: awww that’s so romantic!

Louie_inc: thats actually cute as shit lena do it

Dark_Magic: bet

XXXX

Lets-Dewey-This!!: fighting the urge to try on this ring rn

Dark_Magic: dont u fucking dare istg

Lets-Dewey-This!!: lol u haven’t paid me back tho so technically it’s mine

Violet: If you bought it with Jack’s employee discount, technically, it’s Jack’s.

Dark_Magic: noooo vi ur supposed to be on my side

Violet: I am not taking sides, only stating facts.

Dark_Magic: i literally hate u

Lets-Dewey-This!!: muting chat for my audition wish me luck

Louie_inc: dont tell me what to wish for

Dark_Magic: break a leg ig

JWG-Database: good luck! hope you get it!

Violet: I believe I have already wished for you to break a leg, and as I am unsure of the beneficiality of breaking multiple, I shall refrain just in case.

Louie_inc: ha nerd

Dark_Magic: ur not allowed to say that she’s my nerd

Louie_inc: i let u call huey nerd tho

Dark_Magic: thats ur problem lmao have u tried being a better sibling

Louie_inc: absolutely not

Louie_inc: i eat all the snacks and con huey into doing my homework thats my thing

JWG-Database: I don’t appreciate you tricking me into committing academic fraud

Dark_Magic: u didnt have to room with him in college tho

Dark_Magic: like that’s on u

XXXX

Lets-Dewey-This!!: ok so that’s like 13 missed texts im not gonna read it all anything important??

Louie_inc: nah ur good fam

Lets-Dewey-This!!: cool

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Lets-Dewey-This!!: at the airport abt to board

Lets-Dewey-This!!: tsa thought the ring was mine lol they wished me luck

Dark_Magic: cool im at the bank rn to get ur money so i can pay u back

JWG-Database: Louie and I will drive down Friday we should get there by late afternoon

Dark_Magic: cool i plan to propose sat so that’s np

Violet: Webby just told me how excited she is for everyone to be visiting at the same time, plus her fancy date with Lena, but she doesn’t seem to have figured out what’s going on.

Lets-Dewey-This!!: she’s so smart but she can be so dumb lol

Lets-Dewey-This!!: anyway this plane doesnt have wifi so ill see u in a few hours

Louie_inc: good its like 10 am go to sleep

Violet: Do you normally wake up this late?

Louie_inc: i didnt register for any class before noon

Dark_Magic: thats actually valid tho

XXXXX

Lets-Dewey-This!!: just landed

Dark_Magic: ik u dumbass turn around

Lets-Dewey-This!!: omg u brought mom!! I missed her sm

Dark_Magic: damn ok what am i

JWG-Database: Is mom helping with the proposal? We should add her to the chat

Dark_Magic: u sure

Dark_Magic: does she even have this app

JWG-Database: We downloaded it onto her phone before we left for college

Louie_inc: yea moms chill

Louie_inc added: “Moon’s-Best-Mom” to the group.

Moon’s-Best-Mom: I’m a little behind on technology but turbo’s showing me how to use this app

Moon’s-Best-Mom: hi kids!

JWG-Database: Hi mom

Louie_inc: yo

Lets-Dewey-This!!: she types so slow lmao

Moon’s-Best-Mom: when I was last on earth the internet barely existed and cell phones had physical buttons give me a break

Violet: That’s fascinating, to be thrown into a world of modern technology. You seem to be learning incredibly fast, all things considered.

Louie_inc: yea mom we’re proud just teasing

Moon’s-Best-Mom: what does lmao mean

Louie_inc: laughing my ass off

Louie_inc: im technically an adult i cant get in trouble for language right

Moon’s-Best-Mom: oh I don’t care

Moon’s-Best-Mom: that was something I compromised on when your uncle and I decided how we’d parent you kids together

Louie_inc: wait so u don’t care if we cuss

Moon’s-Best-Mom: no

Moon’s-Best-Mom: and your uncle used to cuss like a… well like a sailor so it was kinda hypocritical on his part too

Louie_inc: oh boy i cant wait till i get home now

XXXXX

JWG-Database: Louie and I are on our way

Moon’s-Best-Mom: yay ilysm

Moon’s-Best-Mom: Webby taught me that :)

Moon’s-Best-Mom: and :) that

Lets-Dewey-This!!: nice cant wait to see u bro

Dark_Magic: is this the longest u and the dork squad have been w/out each other

Lets-Dewey-This!!: yea it’s been hard

Lets-Dewey-This!!: it’s like every day was doc weird

Dark_Magic: doc??

Lets-Dewey-This!!: day of the only child

Moon’s-Best-Mom: I remember that every year I had to pretend each of you was my only kid

Lets-Dewey-This!!: yea sorry about that…

XXXXX

Louie_inc: here

XXXXX

Dark_Magic: leaving for our date now im so nervous

Louie_inc: do we have any pep

Louie_inc: i sent that before ur text came in i swear

Lets-Dewey-This!!: good luck im so excited for you too you’re literally perfect together <3

Lets-Dewey-This!!: also yes we do have pep but I drank the last cherry flavor

Louie_inc: im keeping u alive rn for webbys sake but just know ur a dead man walking

Moon’s-Best-Mom: honey don’t threaten to murder your brother

Louie_inc: i literally heard u threaten to throw uncle donald off his boat into international waters this morning

Moon’s-Best-Mom: he drank my coffee!

Louie_inc: dewey drank my pep

Moon’s-Best-Mom: …sorry dew you’re on your own for this one

Lets-Dewey-This!!: et tu brute??

JWG-Database: Wow I didn’t think you knew Julius Caesar

Lets-Dewey-This!!: im literally an actor

JWG-Database: Fair enough

Louie_inc: oh shit we should prolly stop talking on here while lenas on her date lol

XXXXX

Dark_Magic: ok i was gonna wait till i got back to the mansion but i cant Webby said yes!!!

JWG-Database: Congratulations! How’d you ask?

Dark_Magic: i basically told her like u saved my life u taught me how to see the good in the world including myself u showed me how even a shadow being who once did the bidding of her evil aunt can find redemption and live her own life and i would rlly like to spend that life with u

Lets-Dewey-This!!: awesome ily both sm

Louie_inc: good to see u two finally engaged

Louie_inc: …

Louie_inc: … so who’s gonna be the best man???

Dark_Magic: violets my maid of honor

Violet: Thank you and congratulations.

Dark_Magic: i’ll let webby decide best man

Moon’s-Best-Mom: kids, please don’t bug Webby about this during the engagement party, okay?

Dark_Magic: i cant believe im agreeing w an authority figure but yea

Dark_Magic: this is a huge moment in all our lives and im actually really happy to get to share it w u enjoy the party bc ur family that used to be just u three and ur uncle on a boat has now gotten bigger and idk that’s kinda beautiful right

Dark_Magic: i mean u guys could never have predicted that one day you’d be arguing over who got to be best man to a sister u didn’t have marrying a girl you’d never met on a group chat w ur mom who u thought was gone forever

Dark_Magic: and i never would have thought that id marry the most beautiful & kind girl of my dreams in a goddamn mansion w my sister who i didn’t have as my maid of honor

Dark_Magic: so idk let’s celebrate the family we’ve grown with the awe our past selves would have had had they somehow found out this was our future bc tbh i think we owe it to them to try

#weblena week 2022 #Weblena week #Weblena #ducktales2017 #dt17 #dt17 Lena #dt17 huey #dt17 dewey #dt17 louie #dt17 Violet #della Duck

[pandawriterstuff]

Brain

I'm looking through the SSA's database of 1000 most popular names in 1988 to try and find the right name for a character...and sure they get weird as you get into the ones past 800, but you figure people have their reasons. But, Brain is number 819 on the list for boys. I get that telling someone you're pretty sure they're spelling their baby's name wrong is something hospitals don't want to get into because of all the drama that would unfold, as well as the fact that their really isn't anything wrong with alternative spellings...*but*

Brain. Clearly people wanted to name their kid Brian. (I mean, okay, maybe someone hopped up on an epidural still might decide to name their kid after The Great Brain or Brain from Pinky and the Brain. But that is really a different, if equally hilarious subject.) Like, how many people decided not to speak up or say something for Brain to wind up on the list at all let alone at 819? Above Louie and Curt and a whole bunch of names that belong to people I have actually met. Imagine your kid's kindergarten teacher asking why you named them Brain, and you're just like 'what'.

#naming characters #ramble #writer life

[wherefancytakesme]

“Mistakes”

(BOYD gets to spend the afternoon with Gyro, then Mark Beaks shows up and brings on emotions that BOYD has never had to face before.)

The day so far had been one of harmless goings-on and quiet excitement. BOYD went to school with his adoptive brother Doofus Drake, for once not being as much the studious little database he always was in class—he was going to meet with Gyro Gearloose and Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera after school, and it filled him to the brim with joy.

Since the day he’d reunited with his creator, BOYD loved spending time with the scientist, always awaiting a time when he would call the Drakes over the phone and ask to pick their ‘younger’ son up and bring him to the underwater lab. Gyro always said he needed to perform regular checkups and maintenance on the little android, but BOYD was hoping secretly that it was also about spending time together; The doctor was becoming gentler now that everything in the past was behind them.

Regardless, BOYD’s feet were bouncing lightly under his desk with the anticipation of it all the way until the final school-bell rang—any excuse to see Gyro, someone he considered so close, gave his mechanical heart inexplicable delight.

Finally when class had let out for the day, BOYD took Doofus’ hand, smiling, and pulled him gently along.

“Come on, come on, big brother! Dr. Gearloose and Dr. Crackshell-Cabrera are waiting outside!”

Doofus grunted. His parents had strictly told him to be on his nicest behavior in front of Scrooge McDuck’s scientist, especially for his little brother’s sake—and to say nothing at all if he hadn’t anything nice to say—or else not expect any dessert for the next several weeks. He threw a fit, of course, but eventually resigned to not ruin anything for BOYD—or his chance at still being allowed to eat an ice cream float every night—and let BOYD have all the ice cream for himself.

Some part of Doofus’ subconscious didn’t mind the constant company of someone his own age. But all the unpleasantness that buried such feelings from his thoughts and actions that proved Louie Duck right kept the boy from understanding any of that, and so he simply allowed BOYD to pull him along—small as he was, the android could easily overtake his brother—and decided to be pouty but uncharacteristically quiet the rest of the day—though not altogether unhappy.

When the two boys reached the front gate, Gyro and Fenton were waiting at the entrance. The latter grinned and waved a friendly hand. The former smiled a bit more visibly than he’d have liked to when BOYD ran out to him.

“Dr. Gearloose!” BOYD called out, immediately throwing his arms around Gyro’s knees.

The gesture pushed Gyro to hide his previous smile by putting a fist to his mouth and clearing his throat. But his tone wasn’t harsh.

“It’s nice to see you, 2BO—er—BOYD.”

He had no idea how to greet Doofus Drake, however. He groaned with his mouth closed, awkwardly, and looked away, but Doofus had nothing to say either anyway.

“Are we going to the lab right away?” BOYD asked with bright eyes.

“Well I have an errand to run in town first, but it shouldn’t take long.”

Fenton chimed in;

“We could make a fun outing of it! Uh—nothing that would deviate from the plan, of course,” he said drawing back once Gyro side-eyed him, “Just something to do while Dr. Gearloose is busy.”

“Yeah, like find a local landmark to learn about!” BOYD did some drawing back of his own when he noticed his brother pout, but did so more graciously than nervously as compared to Gyro’s assistant. “Or maybe there will be a park nearby!” He smiled more when he noticed his brother’s frown fade a small amount.

“Whatever we do,” interjected Gyro, “Stay close to me. I do not want everyone running all over and taking up too much time.”

BOYD’s sunny smile remained as he put his hands behind his back, determined to be well-behaved.

“Yessir, Dr. Gearloose!”

About twenty minutes of walking had led the group of four to an obscure electronics store. Gyro needed a special kind of copper wire before going back to the lab and his odd specifications were hard to meet. While he spent his time inside, Fenton and the boys went to the adjacent shop to buy ice cream. Gyro had told them not to wander off, so once both kids had a cone of their own, they walked out to wait for the doctor.

It had taken several minutes longer than usual for the store owner to fetch what he needed, but by the time he had his purchase in hand, Gyro pondered over taking another minute or two to browse recreationally for spare parts. However, the thought was suddenly halted by the sound of a piercing shriek from outside.

“BUT I DON’T LIKE PISTACHIO!”

Gyro’s whole body jumped at the sound before he bolted out the door to see what the commotion was.

Oh.

Of course. Doofus Drake was throwing another tantrum, shaking his ice cream cone violently.

“Then why did you ask for it?” Fenton asked, confounded.

Gyro ground his teeth and rubbed his middle and index fingers against his temples. But the eyes he’d at first squinted shut opened back up when he heard the screaming stop at a kind voice.

“It’s okay, big brother. I’ll eat yours and we’ll trade!”

BOYD had a warm little grin on his face, holding out his hand.

“Fine!” snapped the spoiled drake, fuming as he thrust the treat into his brother’s hand. “You wanted to try a new flavor of ice cream anyway!”

This caught Gyro’s attention particularly. That little brat shouldn’t be forcing something on a robot who wasn’t built for consumption. He approached, and took on a less-than-pleasant tone that now commonly became him.

“Ice cream?” the chicken asked, twisting his face, “2B—er, BOYD, doesn’t eat.”

“I don’t need to,” answered BOYD, “I like to! My big brother told me about all the different kinds, and now every time I eat a new one, I add it to my memory. It’s fun!”

There were so many words in there that Gyro had to take a moment to think over. First and foremost, it was still mystifying why someone like BOYD and someone like Doofus Drake would consider eachother brothers—leaving aside that the former was much older than the latter. But he chuckled mentally a bit at the association between ‘memory’ and ‘fun’. The only other boy he knew who thought like that was Huey Duck, and it was nice that he and the android had found someone like the other. It felt nice too that such a thought could soften him back up again and make his migraine go away.

But Gyro wondered what eating must really be like for BOYD—he didn’t remember programming BOYD specifically to eat, but on a technical level, he supposed it was possible, given the way he’d built him.

“Can you taste it at all?” he said looking down at BOYD now, curious at the answer.

“Yeah! It was actually only recently I first had ice cream. I didn’t know I could taste anything until then, but it seemed to register, and I really liked it! So when I got home, I asked about it, and now I get to have it every day!”

Gyro didn’t realize how much he’d been missing out on the little boy’s life. Even the very first tests he’d run on him didn’t experiment with things like taste, or smell. Body temperature, vision, maybe—but those were comparable to how a computer would run. Gyro had made BOYD with sentient, behavioral programming, but he supposed he never put any of it into practice, in a real-world scenario. Part of that may have been Dr. Akita’s fault, but… Well, Gyro didn’t want to make excuses for what he did and didn’t do back then.

It was strange—and a little sad; BOYD went twenty whole years unaware of whether or not he lacked the sensation of taste, and Gyro wasn’t there when he finally tried. Gyro knew every single robotic modification BOYD had—from the USB drives in his fingertips, to the blasters throughout his body—he’d put every one of them to the test, but how often did he actually take the child outside the old laboratory? Did the small creature have any memory of Tokyolk before his core was overridden?

Quickly Gyro shook any dwelling thoughts from his mind. No matter. He was making up for it now.

At least he hoped so.

All of a sudden, Gyro felt someone bump against his side, sending him back into the conscious world with a jolt. He made a startled squeak, which embarrassed—and therefore slightly angered him.

“Can’t you watch where you’re—Oh.”

The scientist wrinkled his face with annoyance when he turned and saw a slightly younger man on a self-balancing scooter.

“It’s you.”

There was no mistaking it. Sleek cardigan, large overconfident eyebrows, phone in hand… It was Mark Beaks.

Mark Beaks blinked when addressed. He had no doubt everyone knew who he was, but the lanky chicken facing him seemed to be acting like he’d met him before.

“Oh heeeeey… Uh, do I know you? Probably, right? You see so many faces every day when you’re this famous, they kinda all just blend in, y’know?”

Gyro looked up at Beaks with half-lidded eyes.

“Dr. Gyro Gearloose? Scientist of Scrooge McDuck? You’ve stolen and modified my tech about four different times?”

Beaks looked up and narrowed his eyes, stumped.

Gyro sniffed. Mark Beaks had pointed him out in public several times; This was quite obviously being done to wind him up. “Perhaps he looks familiar to you?” he said, throwing a hand out to gesture at BOYD.

“Ohh yeah! You built that guy? No wonder he went all terminator on me!”

Again Gyro responded sarcastically, with more of a scoff this time.

“That is not my fault. Likely you reprogrammed his hard-drive and rewrote his memories so many times, one simple question overwhelmed him to the point that he couldn’t even tell a person from a flyswatter.”

“Ugh, whatever.” Beaks said, waving his hand, “If you make faulty robots and don’t wanna keep the improvements I put in there, that’s on you. Kid was pretty popular online though. I mean, come on!”

Mark Beaks pointed back and forth between himself and BOYD with both of his index fingers.

“He looks just like me!”

When Beaks acknowledged the android a few feet in front, suddenly two yellow eyes stared back. A little gasp emitted from the little black beak that was previously opened to eat ice cream. BOYD hadn’t seen his older doppelganger since the day he met Doofus Drake. His whole face suddenly beamed with cheeriness at a familiar face.

“Da—”

He bit off the word ‘Daddy’. That was a memory overwrite, he knew now. Still, he was happy.

“Mr. Beaks!”

BOYD instantly ran over to the addressee to jump up and hug him. Beaks just as instantly wheeled back with his scooter board, holding his palms up.

“Woah-ho-hooooh, don’t like touching, remember? What was the number one rule?”

Oh. Right. Remembering that made BOYD’s smile fade.

“No hugs?”

“Exactly, see? You’ve still got some of the good ol’ Beaks programming clunking around in there somewhere!”

Gyro rolled his eyes at a statement like that, but for BOYD it started to set a certain train of thought in motion; Mark Beaks had programmed him to be like his son. At the time, he had felt like it, not simply had it wired into his head, but… now that he thought about the standoffish way the young adult was acting, was that all he was to him? Like a son?

That couldn’t be true, could it?

“Um, Mr. Beaks?” BOYD said, voice starting to grow more shy, “I know things are different now—the two of us living separate lives and everything—but even so, would it be okay if I still spent time with you once in a while?”

Beaks sucked his teeth at BOYD.

“Ooh, no can do, sport. See, if we’re not family, there’s kinda no point anymore. Nobody looks at pics of me just hanging with some rando kid, y’know? Outside that, I’m like super busy all the time, sooo…”

“But… Didn’t you have fun with me?”

“Sure, I did all kinds of awesome stuff in a whole day! Took lots of great selfies!”

BOYD faced the ground at that response, trying to process it. All the words were simple, but slowly, they triggered the most complex of memories… ______________________________

The first memory he had after the incident in Tokyolk was the faint recognition of someone’s voice in the garbage dump he’d evidently wound up in. He didn’t know what was going on, and had no recollection of where he came from, how he worked, or hardly even who he was. All he could bring to mind was an assigned identification number—2BO—and a gut feeling that he was a definitely real boy.

But when the voice came closer, BOYD felt his OS booting up again—his processor bringing things back online. What life he may or may not have had before, he knew not. He only understood that there was reason to be up and running now—alive. These feelings hadn’t manifested into thoughts at first—and then he heard the moving figure above him make a noise. When BOYD parroted back the mimicry of lasers, it was purely instinctual—technological sounds, technological creature. But it made someone notice him. It made someone marvel at him. It made someone give him a real name. It made someone want to take him home. That someone was Mark Beaks.

Even if he had only programmed into him the title of ‘father’, the wealthy parrot was the first person he knew to give him somewhere to live. With or without his original memories, BOYD had never really had an actual home before. He’d never had anyone so willingly look after him like a normal kid—like their kid. In many ways, both literal and figurative, Mark Beaks was the first person to be a parent to BOYD. Even lacking the memory of Akita’s cruelty and Gyro’s hesitance, when BOYD was around Mark Beaks, he felt like someone’s son with no hint of abandonment for the first time in his life.

Yet some underlying doubt lie buried, deep down in one of the many corners of his mind that BOYD didn’t have access to—only this one wasn’t blocked by another person’s override. Anytime he called out ‘Daddy’, Beaks didn’t always turn around right away. He might look confusedly around the room, or take a second or two to respond. And even then, he didn’t seem to say things other than ‘Hey you’, or ‘Need something?’—they were happy, but one-sided. BOYD didn’t think about that then. He was just glad to have family, and to have anything a kid could ask for.

But that was another thing that suddenly made BOYD think. The two days he’d spent with his new father were the best of his whole life; He spent time at an office filled with apparatuses to play on, candy to eat, and places to nap everywhere—even if he didn’t need to nap. Then for the rest of the day, the two Greys went all over Duckburg having fun—eating, playing, exploring… And still, through everything, there didn’t seem to be a connection. When BOYD and Beaks spent time at a show, flew kites, or wore novelty hats, the latter was always taking pictures with the former in them, but seemingly never with him. BOYD was too distracted by the thrill of spending time with someone he considered family to notice before, but now that Beaks worded it the way he did, only mentioning the fun he himself had that day, the signs were becoming obvious. He never once touched him—never once looked at him when he took those selfies—BOYD might as well have been a part of the background.

Come to think of it, did Mark Beaks ever touch BOYD? His biggest aversion, which he’d made clear several times, was touching, after all; The hopes of the first hug BOYD thought he’d ever had at the time were straightaway brushed off. Maybe once or twice, when he needed to be kept from getting wet or from going haywire… But otherwise, the man hardly paid physical attention to him. He didn’t want to feed into the worry that was always secretly there, but the recollection of everything made it impossible now. It hurt BOYD so badly to consider that he was only there to serve a purpose—as he had been his whole life—after all. He couldn’t remember Beaks saying his name, he couldn’t remember Beaks saying something gentle to him… Sometimes if he didn’t act the part he was made to, Beaks would scold him. He tried to avoid calling to mind that once, Beaks struggled to even remember the familial title under which BOYD was programmed.

“Yeah, I love this… What was it again? Uhh, uh, son!”

Oh no.

Mark Beaks never even said the words, ‘I love you’.

But no. No, it couldn’t be true that he didn’t at least care about BOYD, it just couldn’t. It was painful all the same, though, no matter how trusting and unassuming a child BOYD was.

He had to know. He wanted just a little word of assurance that he was wrong, that it was all in his head, that it was just worry that came with twenty years of feeling unloved. Even if Mark Beaks saw him as means for attention first, surely there was some sort of fatherly instinct left over from caring for someone made to be for all concerned his family.

BOYD was feeling some sort of physical discomfort he couldn’t pinpoint when he made his next inquiry, as if he was swallowing something down.

“Mr. Beaks,” he questioned, blue irises still fixed on the ground and fingers toying with one another, “Do you…”

He swallowed physically this time.

“Do you love me…?”

Mark Beaks’ face froze, and before answering made a noise somewhere between the word ‘I’, and an ‘Uh’.

“Kid, what kind of question is that? I don’t do the whole affection thing, okay? Much less with someone who’s not even in my entourage anymore.”

Oh, that hurt. That hurt far too much. Normally with Dr. Akita’s overriding, emotional triggers like this would have BOYD glitching. But that wasn’t there anymore. He was open to feel whatever a boy would feel any time he wanted now, without malfunctions and without something to block his true childlike wiring—too open, perhaps, because now instead of his mind going blank over spiritual pain, his mind would take in every single thought that set him off, and fester. What Beaks said to him now was festering. It made him feel vulnerable. Even if it didn’t hurt or scare him as much as when Gyro told him he was going to shut him down for good, or when Gyro constantly put him down, there was nothing to keep BOYD from blacking out afterward anymore. The feelings over Mark Beaks’ statement were flooding all throughout him.

“But…” BOYD persisted still, wanting some sort of kindness—at least for a fresh start. “Couldn’t we at least be on friendly terms? Isn’t there anything you like about me?”

“Aw come on, little man, it’s not like I was letting you get close to begin with. You’ve got other rich people and tech geeks to be with now. So you don’t need me and I don’t need you.” The man crossed his arms.

If any justice could be done, it might be stated here that the biggest reason Mark Beaks was beginning to act more and more bitter with the small child was out of a sour-grapes mentality. Visible weakness wasn’t characteristic of the young trend-chaser, but in a situation like this, where something he genuinely found impressive and thought he’d made his own had been lost to him, and had been left in the hands of someone else he barely knew—knowing that a technological wonder like BOYD was something he could no longer have—Beaks was annoyed, and he would never dare let it show through. Instead he increased his shallowness ten-fold.

Poor little BOYD’s eyes went wide, wanting so terribly not to believe what he was being told, wanting so desperately not to be outright rejected by someone he’d let himself previously grow so attached to. He looked into Beaks’ black eyes, searching for some kind of reassurance in spite of only hearing cruelty. He wanted so much to hear something that would make the building pain he’d never understood before shrink down.

“But,” he said, voice more quiet and in disbelief than he could ever remember expressing, “You gave me a name. You took me home with you. I was like your family.”

Mark Beaks rolled his eyes back, looking only more annoyed that the little creature almost forced him into guilt with such words.

“No way, kid. I just scooped you out of the trash because I thought I could make something out of you. But four-eyes over there took out all the mods I made to begin with—the new voice I gave you isn’t even there anymore. Hate to say it, but without any of that, you don’t mean anything to me.”

He shrugged his shoulders, talking for a minute more so to himself than anyone, but nonetheless just as aloud as before.

“Guess all the time I put into you was a waste. ‘Least with everything else, I got some money or permanent attention out of it.” Beaks blew air out through his nostrils almost like a laugh when he thought about it. “Jeez, kid, you were my worst investment.”

BOYD didn’t know what the feeling was, but those awful words broke something within him. His face tensed up. The tightness in his chest started to swell. All that desperation to disprove his first proper parent didn’t actually care about him, all that pain welling up inside him the more said person shot down attempt after attempt for requited affection… And now he’d dealt him a blow like that? Mark Beaks had thoroughly destroyed his spirit—he might as well have slapped him in the face. And incidentally, his face started to burn. BOYD had no idea what this meant, but the reaction was involuntary. It hurt so much, he couldn’t understand. The heat concentrated in his eyes. His nose and mouth trembled as he faced his former caretaker. A warm, salty liquid began slowly to fill his eyes and then roll down his cheeks.

BOYD was crying. ______________________________

All the time Beaks had been talking, Gyro and Fenton had been narrowing their eyes in anger and darting them back and forth between the two parrots facing one another, the taller one saying nastier and nastier things to the smaller one. Neither Fenton nor Gyro knew quite what to say or do, or how to intervene—for Fenton in particular because he also had to keep an eye on Doofus Drake, who any second could stop being content licking the inside of his ice cream cone and go ballistic again. It irritated him that he had to keep his mind on such a small matter when clearly there were bigger fish to fry at the moment—and also a little bit that BOYD’s adoptive brother didn’t seem to be noticing how much he was hurting.

Gyro wanted to speak up at some point, but couldn’t bring any words into his head.

And then out of the blue, when Mark Beaks had finally pushed innocent BOYD to a breaking point, the tiny thing cried. He cried.

Gyro’s heart stopped dead in its figurative tracks.

His eyes went wide and dropped their gaze to the ground. This was something he had no idea was physically possible. An invention of his had been, through instinct alone, pushed to actually cry. He didn’t understand. He didn’t specifically write that sort of thing into BOYD’s coding when he made him—certainly Akita didn’t put that in—so then what? BOYD was a definitely real boy, but, to this extent? Gyro wanted to react, to do something for the boy, to get angry at Beaks, but everything failed him. He was stock still, frozen with a horrible blend of shock and concern.

Meanwhile, BOYD continued to stare up at Beaks as tears stained his face, disbelief and utter heartache consuming everything from the waist up.

The first reaction was when Doofus Drake turned and took notice of what he had been sure was a robot his parents adopted, somehow leaking sadness out of his eyes. The Drake boy physically reeled back, socially perturbed.

“Agh, he’s broken!” he yelled, unable to understand, “Do something and fix it!”

Fenton reacted second, clenching his hands into fists, intent on indeed doing something to ‘fix it’, but not the way Doofus imagined. He held back solely on the basis that Gyro was going to say something.

But Beaks was the immediate one to react next.

“Yikes, buddy,” he said to BOYD, backing up uncomfortably. He didn’t mean to make anyone cry, but then again, he didn’t think BOYD could feel anything that real. “It’s not my fault a lack of Beaks tech makes you basically worthless.”

Where Gyro normally would have gotten angry, this time Fenton stood in—he saw that the doctor was too dumbstruck to do so for now. But Fenton was certain both of them were equally as angry.

“What on earth are you thinking saying that to his face,” he snapped, “He’s a kid!”

Mark Beaks shrugged, as if his next reply was a matter of fact.

“Well I mean yeah, but like, not a real one…”

Each adult’s face in present company sneered at Beaks. That was the final straw. With that, Gyro Gearloose was finally able to pull himself out of his stunned state and draw up the emotion to straighten his back and snatch BOYD’s hand, dragging him away. Whatever he was thinking or wasn’t able to think at the moment didn’t matter. This child wasn’t going to be tortured by being here any longer.

“Cabrera, you take Doofus Drake home and get rid of this…” He struggled to find the words; “this, while I take BOYD back to the lab.”

Fenton nodded, determined, as Gyro stormed off, leaving Beaks to be thoroughly dealt with. ______________________________

The walk back to the underwater lab wasn’t a long one, but when Gyro wasn’t seething mad, he would look down at BOYD and notice a look on the boy’s face not dissimilar to his own from earlier—it contained surprise, the fearful kind, as if he didn’t know he could shed tears either. He didn’t look up at his creator, even though he followed the aggressive tug of his arm compliantly, and he didn’t try to wipe at his face. He seemed, again, to be having the same sort of shock that tried to question what in the world was happening to him.

When the two finally did make it inside, Gyro relinquished his tight grip on BOYD’s hand, picked him up by the waist, and sat him down on his center loft work desk.

“BOYD,” he said directly, but not ungently, “Keep your face still for a moment, okay?”

Gyro cupped the little creature’s face in his hand, taking a moment to peer into the huge ovate orbs that were wet as ever. There was nothing physically wrong with them… Nothing functionally wrong with them… Lightly touching the substance that had wavered within them didn’t seem to prove this was some sort of fluid leak. As far as Gyro could tell, these were tears, plain as plain.

So then how was that possible? It wasn’t as if the scientist had actually sat down and built a mechanical version of every single organic function an ordinary person had when constructing BOYD—he and Akita wanted a defense drone—but he knew the little one had an approximation of a heart, and bones, and lungs, and other such things; He was an android, which meant he was deliberately supposed to resemble other people in addition to all the access ports and ribbon wire. Still. Things like tear ducts, taste buds, the need to sleep? Gyro didn’t physically install those things into him. Now a possibility occurred to him. He decided to address BOYD again.

“Can you tell me… Can you tell me everything you’ve been feeling since you talked to Mark Beaks? I know it might be hard, but I need you to try for me.”

BOYD felt Gyro place both hands on one of his. It was the first time the doctor had engaged him like that, and it brought on a warm confusion in spite of the pain he still felt at his core. BOYD’s teary eyes were trained on the floor when he started to analyze what kind of things that pain entailed.

“I’ve… been feeling…” he began, voice thin and shaky, “Sad… and overwhelmed… and afraid… and alone, and… and confused… Before, when I had programming issues, I would start to malfunction anytime something hurt me. But now instead of glitches coming on that I can’t control, it’s more like…”

BOYD’s whole body started to shiver. “It’s more like something my heart can’t control, I guess? Not literally, but, I…”

His vision grew blurry and his voice shakier than ever. “I don’t have anything holding me back from losing emotional control, and I don’t understand. What Mr. Beaks said really hurt, but… I’ve been told things that made me lonely and sad before. I don’t know why I’m only reacting this way now.”

BOYD shut his eyes, rubbing at them as he made a little whimper. “I’m sorry, Dr. Gearloose. I know that doesn’t help. The only other thing I know when I think about all this is that it scares me.”

Gyro felt choked up. He wanted to react beyond keeping his hands palmed over the one BOYD wasn’t wiping his own face with, but twenty years of distrust and cynicism had clouded his ability to be as kind as he used to. But that answer actually helped Gyro a lot. Before, he remembered BOYD saying something about eating—he didn’t need to, but he liked to—that he wondered whether or not he was able to taste, but it ‘seemed to register’. Gyro then supposed while he didn’t build BOYD to eat, it wasn’t impossible given the way he was made; He likely found some sort of place in his structure to double as a stomach, being that he was basically the same as any other boy.

This was what made it click in Gyro’s brain. He had programmed BOYD, for all intents and purposes, to be a living child. Even if the actual hardware wasn’t there, even if Gyro hadn’t thought of specifics when creating… Akita called it ‘real boy programming’—there were things within BOYD that could adapt, and apparently had adapted, themselves to become a part of his sentient reactions and behavior—there were things inside him that manifested because at the end of the day, BOYD was… well, BOYD was a boy.

BOYD wasn’t crying because he was built for it. He was crying because all boys were built for it.

Oh god. A realization like that sent a heavy weight into Gyro’s chest. This wasn’t just some invention that was child-like he’d made, as he initially thought two decades ago. He had brought a life into the world.

He was responsible for every bad thing that life would ever face, because he was the one responsible for ever having made something that could feel, could want, could hurt. Why hadn’t he once considered that when wiring sentience into a body? Gyro felt sick to his stomach.

Yet here was BOYD sitting on a desk, afraid because he wasn’t ever told what would happen if he was sad enough—as if crying was normal, but not for him.

“Dr. Gearloose…?” The timid squeaks in BOYD’s broken voice coupled with glumness on every part of his face made Gyro feel pain in every inch of his body. “Is there something wrong with me?”

Shocked as he was still, an automatic reaction came on that brought Gyro to dry the small creature’s eyes. This reaction, too, shocked him.

“No—no,” he answered nonetheless, just as reactionary.

“Really?”

The nervousness in that inquiry pushed Gyro on. What he was grappling with wasn’t important. There was a child in front of him, needing to be consoled. And while he normally was awkward with children—with people in general, really—Gyro knew about BOYD at least from a technical aspect. He wasn’t a medical doctor, but he did have a doctorate in mechanical engineering. He could work from there—he knew hardly anything about children from a biological standpoint, anyway. In a way, BOYD being an android worked to his advantage here. Gyro sobered up mentally and placed both hands on the little one’s shoulders.

“Yes,” he replied, surprised with himself that he was able to sound so matter-of-fact so quickly. He tried as hard as he could to sound gentle too. “Besides your internal structure, you are otherwise indistinguishable from organic life. You have thoughts and feelings, wants and needs. It’s inherent for you to be sad just as any normal boy would—because that’s what you are.”

BOYD looked back at the ground for a moment, then up at Gyro again, putting his tiny hand over the fold of the man’s thin elbow. There was something he wanted to know—there was still pain in his chest that was building up beyond his control.

“Then…” he asked with teary, pleading eyes, “Can I cry a little more?”

Gyro wished that he knew just what to say—his heart ached so much to hear such a little boy ask for permission to feel—but he simply gave a pitying, guilty, yet mostly obligatory, “Yes.”

That one word of acceptance sent BOYD over the edge. A little hiccup escaped him, and what had previously been only silent tears that fell on their own turned into a full-on fit. BOYD covered his face and wept.

Gyro tried and failed to swallow the lump in his throat when he saw BOYD truly cry for the first time. But in under a minute, his creation said something that brought him to accommodate without a single thought.

“Dr. Gearloose? I know you said back in Tokyolk that hugging was just for that day, but—”

BOYD was interrupted when Gyro immediately drew him in with a one-armed hug, bringing him close and holding him tight. BOYD in turn drew himself closer to his creator, no longer holding back.

BOYD’s little cries then were soft and whining, innocent and unhinged in the way that became any child. Any time he needed to sniff or dry his eyes, he buried his face into Gyro’s chest, and sunk his tiny fingers deep into his vest. The length in each wail that came on now and again reflected the fact that BOYD had never cried before, and that he was discovering in the moment just how much he needed to all this time.

Poor BOYD, Gyro thought, barely ever allowed to simply hug anyone before. He was the sweetest living creature Gyro had ever known—always smiling so jubilantly and talking politely to everyone and everything—and yet so many people met him only with malice? That was far too unfair.

Oh.

But then, that was exactly what he’d done, wasn’t it? He’d so readily assumed when Inspector Tezuka brought BOYD down that he’d created something evil—he’d thought the evidence was everywhere, quite literally. But couldn’t it have been just as easy to think that someone like Dr. Akita who’d turned out to be a known criminal could have been responsible? Couldn’t Gyro have at least considered for a second that it wasn’t BOYD’s fault and defended him more? But he hadn’t. Instead he’d let his young mind believe everything his former mentor drilled into his head; His inventions were weapons, plain and simple, and nothing would change the fact that that would be a part of him the rest of his life—that he would always know somewhere in the back of his mind that he was just a big screw-up. And Gyro had taken that out on BOYD. He’d turned his anger and fear over himself and projected it into anger and fear over his first real invention. He’d defended inventions like Lil’ Bulb to the last ditch—even when the evidence they were turning evil was just as seemingly apparent, if not more so. Even they weren’t referred to as failures. All that bitter sarcasm and unkindness that became a part of who he was had all been based on nothing. When they’d reunited, he lashed out at BOYD over and over again, scornful whenever he even looked at him, refusing to call him anything other than an ‘it’, saying he was dangerous to his very core, saying he didn’t have feelings—even when the sadness and frightened tentative motions in his expression and body were clear as day—he even said straight to BOYD’s face that he was going to ‘fix’ his malfunctions by essentially flat-out killing him.

Gyro was furious when Mark Beaks made BOYD cry. But the first person to ever treat him inhumanely, was Gyro himself. It made him feel so unbearably guilty he almost couldn’t breathe. No matter what his eyes would look like anytime Akita’s programming kicked in—those things weren’t even there anymore. Anytime Gyro thought back, those big eyes were always so full of light—light of happiness, of sadness, of kindness, of intelligence, of innocence. How could he have ever looked at eyes like that—eyes that were capable of producing tears—and thought BOYD was evil?

Even if the child wouldn’t say so, Gyro knew there must still exist an ache within him over being rejected by the person that gave him life. He owed it to him to make it known just how sorry he was for it—even if the words kept getting jammed in the middle of his throat.

“BOYD,” he faltered, though it was now becoming easier to call him by his real name, “I need to apologize for the way I treated you back then. I know Mark Beaks hurt you when he told you that you weren’t worth his time. But the awful things I’ve said to you… they’re no different.”

BOYD calmed himself down a little to be able to speak. He didn’t face Gyro when he answered, but it wasn’t out of unacceptance—his answer was simply an automatic one.

“It’s okay…”

Gyro let go of BOYD for a moment to stare at him gravely in the face.

“No. It’s not okay.”

Gyro couldn’t remember when he’d talked so seriously before. He’d talked sternly—talked angrily—shouted several times… But as far as he knew, nothing compelled him to speak so straightforward and strict and deadpan as this in his life. He wasn’t going to let anyone make excuses for him ever again—not BOYD, and most certainly not himself.

“I said I’ve spent my whole life trying to live down my first invention being evil. But you were never made evil. I made you out to be evil. And now I’m going to spend the rest of my life living down ever having damaged you like that.”

Gyro found himself astonished that he was able to say what he did next, but nonetheless let it be said; BOYD needed to hear exactly what he was deserving of.

“And I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying to do right by you. Because after everything that’s happened, I am so proud that a boy like you does right by me.”

In spite of BOYD’s constant shivering and whimpering, he was able to smile comfortingly just for a moment, nestling his head further into Gyro’s scrawny arms.

“I of all people know what it’s like to be new to Duckburg and down on your luck with nothing—with nobody. But I was fortunate. I met Scrooge McDuck and he gave me a place to work, and to make my way up the ladder. He was the only one to give me a second chance—to trust me.”

Gyro sighed.

“I’m sorry I didn’t do the same for you—as if I didn’t learn. How you stayed the same as I built you this whole time is beyond me. I’m nothing like you.”

“That’s… That’s not true,” BOYD sniffed, rubbing his eyes again, “If I make you as proud as you say, then some of that had to come from you—where else would I get it from? The only other person around me then was Dr. Akita, and then I spent twenty years asleep in Duckburg. I’m like this because you made me. And if I’m still like this, that part of you has to still be in you too—doesn’t it?”

Gyro couldn’t respond to something so kind. He couldn’t. Gyro didn’t deserve merit like that. Instead, he turned to another question that he’d been thinking of as BOYD stayed settled under his arm—something more technical, but still in reference to the android’s feelings and his sentience.

“When you shiver…” he asked with difficulty, “Is it because you’re cold? And if you overheat, do you feel feverish?”

“I do feel sort of sick when something overheats inside me… At home, it’s treated like I have a cold, which usually helps. But… when I’m cold, I operate at peak efficiency, so that’s never uncomfortable.”

BOYD’s voice was still full of quiet hiccups and characterized by the hurt within him.

“I guess I’m shivering because of how sad I feel. There are a lot of things I’m scared of—and things I’m so glad of, they hurt—but mostly, I just keep thinking back to what Mr. Beaks said. He brings up this little voice in my head that tells me people don’t want me. Like I’m making it hard for them.”

Gyro surprised himself again by stroking the back of BOYD’s head lightly. Nevertheless, he responded with defense and firmness in his tone.

“You should make it hard for people like that to want you. If you’re a waste of energy to someone like Mark Beaks, then good. The more you keep being yourself, the less they’ll stick around to hurt you.”

BOYD looked up at Gyro once more with his wet, shining eyes.

“But you won’t do that if I’m myself around you, right?”

That question pulled Gyro into a riptide of guilt so strong that it almost drove him to cry. But he squeezed his eyes shut, fighting down the urge for BOYD’s sake—this was about him. He made it clear to himself he’d never let his little creation down again when he hugged him in Tokyolk—and now he was going to make it clear to BOYD, say it out loud to his face so there was never any doubt again. Gyro rested the hand he had on BOYD’s head, held him just a tad closer with his arm, and said,

“I’m only saying this once; There is nothing you could do in front of me that wouldn’t make me want you. Ever. You can come to me for whatever you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

Gyro watched as that sentence prompted tear after tear to fall down BOYD’s heated face, nearly every part of his insides nagging uncontrollably at him when the little creature encircled his puny waist with his arms.

“I’m so glad!”

The sobs that BOYD let loose figuratively jabbed the scientist in the gut as he thought of the fact that were it not for his sheer irresponsibility, the poor little thing would never have had to be born into a world that presented such harsh treatment.

Still, BOYD wanted to cry. Didn’t the need to cry come from getting to let go—to feel better—to be alive?

Gyro thought as he instinctively continued to stroke the small head under him with his thumb. If he had brought a life into the world that was going to have bad moments, that meant that the same life was going to have happy moments too, didn’t it? Well—he already had! BOYD might as well have been built as a bluebird. Gyro should be glad BOYD was finally allowed to have this kind of release. It meant he could finally, truly, feel like the definitely real boy he was. The pain of fault and responsibility still wracked Gyro—he figured it always might—but at this point, he was relieved the poor thing he held close in the underwater lab wasn’t going to be mistreated any longer—not if he could stand to help it. ______________________________

BOYD sat in Gyro’s lap, beginning to feel better as he allowed himself to let everything out in the embrace of someone close to him. He could cry as much as he needed around Gyro. And he was going to take that allowance for all it was worth.

Part of his crying now came from the warmth he felt knowing that the old Gyro he thought he’d lost was still in there somewhere—that he hadn’t gone after all—and that even though he’d through no fault of his own gotten it lost, he had brought its return as well. That restored a lot more of BOYD’s self-worth than he fully realized.

BOYD was so grateful—so, so grateful to have that Gyro here again. He didn’t understand why at first it hurt so much to be called an ‘it’ by his creator—he didn’t remember Gyro was his creator at the time—but to think that someone was afraid of him and that someone hated him just for being himself stung so badly. He didn’t cry then—he didn’t know he could. But he cried now, over the cutting things Mark Beaks said, over Gyro’s hand at his back, over anything he could think of that needed crying over—mostly however over the knowledge by now that Gyro didn’t see him as nothing more than a destructive machine—as ‘evil down to his core’ any longer. He could tell that even if Gyro didn’t say it, he loved him; He risked his own life just to hold him in his arms, to save him and others from himself. Now BOYD really did have someone who loved him the way a father would a son. He could hug Gyro if he wanted—as many times as he felt like it—and never be brushed off. That thought brought such relief to him, his processor couldn’t take it all in.

But he didn’t tell Gyro any of this; He noticed all those looks on his face—they gave away just how terrible he felt over not being able to do as much as he wanted for him right away. So he kept any more words from leaving his mouth in order not to burden his guardian with any more guilt. BOYD simply let himself release all the emotions he could which he didn’t know he had before, as if he were wringing himself out—and as such, began soaking up all the comfort he was being given like a dry and thirsty sponge.

BOYD learned some wonderful things that day as he clung so strongly to Dr. Gearloose in that lab—much as it hurt to tremble violently, and bleed out feelings until one’s eyes burned, and let out enough raw noise fit to make one’s throat sore. He learned that being allowed to feel so sad was rewarding, and cleansing. He learned that tears were something he could produce no matter what he felt. And he learned that everyone in the world would make mistakes, no matter what or who they were, but that it was never too late to grow from them.

~ Holy shoot, wow, this is the first serious fic I’ve ever posted on here before.

I really wanted to share it, because it took so long to write—although I didn’t think it would turn out so long… 8k words! It’s the lengthiest thing I’ve ever written.

Anyway, this is a story that is very dear to my heart, not only because I put the most into it out of anything, but because studying Gyro Gearloose as a character and loving his dynamic with BOYD has been one of the most amazing things to think of through the hiatus that came after Astro BOYD.

I always loved BOYD, of course, but once I started seeing all the art and fanfics that others had started doing out of the emotions that came with his and Gyro’s backstory, I got swept up in it too, and wanted desperately to get out all those feelings into one story.

The idea came from the concept of whether or not BOYD can cry. We’ve never really seen him do it before, and it’d probably be hard because he’s normally so happy—but I kept wondering if he, as an android, even could. So it hit me; What if BOYD could cry, but Gyro wasn’t aware of it? What if even BOYD wasn’t aware of it? I kept playing with what would possibly make him cry, because even when Gyro was threatening to shut him down or was calling him ‘it’, BOYD only frowned a little. Suddenly I got the nasty idea of Mark Beaks showing up and telling him he never wants to see him again, and it built from there—I started also thinking that maybe what brings BOYD to cry is just a long enough buildup of pain, and maybe he couldn’t feel as much because Akita’s meddling with him had gotten in the way before.

On a sidenote, Mark Beaks was pretty hard to write at first; I had to make sure his confidence was switched on all the time or he’d come off a little out of character. But much as this is about Gyro & BOYD, Beaks being awful is so deliciously fun to write. I think it’s because he makes you love whoever he’s being mean to even more.

Anyway, after I’d written that part out, I spent a lot more time than I initially thought I would focusing on how all this would make Gyro feel—that is, how much guilt his responsibility would bring on. I’m really desperate to see for myself how they interact in canon from now on, but I always imagine that Gyro’s feelings which are most associated with being a father are of guilt; They make him protective of BOYD, they make him sensitive to BOYD, and they might drive him to treat BOYD—again, be more like a father. Pretty much all Gyro’s niceness comes from wanting a do-over.

I never post my serious writing publicly—mostly because I’m really tentative and shy about showing my literary ‘skills’ and the kinds of raw emotion I spill out in words sometimes—but this fic slowly became something I wanted really badly to share with the DT fandom, as a thing that could both be a way to show my own interpretation and thoughts of Gyro and BOYD, and could maybe even be liked by people as much as it is by me.

I know a good few episodes have aired since Astro BOYD did, and that it’s been a long while since the episode has been talked about, but I’ve only now been brave enough to decide to put this story out there for all to see.

I really hope you enjoyed it.

(Incidentally, I wanted to be sure to post it before Let’s Get Dangerous! airs, because I know this fic would get swallowed up by all the emotions to be had from that episode… ^^; )

#boyd #gyro gearloose #astro boyd #ducktales 2017 #dt17 #mark beaks #fenton crackshell cabrera #doofus drake #oh boy here I go writing again #is my new tag for this predictably #not woy

[huong-mac]

Trick or Treat (1952)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rLoCftwiMuY&ab_channel=TheLong4

Trick or Treat is a 1952 animated short film produced by Walt Disney Productions, released by RKO Radio Pictures, and directed by Jack Hannah.

According to the Internet Animation Database (IAD), this animation has some technical specifications such as aspect ratio is 1.37:1; animation type is Standard (Hand-drawn-Cel) Animation; the color type is Technicolor; Sound Type is Mono: RCA Sound Recording; Print Type is 35mm; Negative Type is 35mm; Cinematographic Format is Spherical, and the running time is 8:14.

Trick or Treat animation depicts Donald Duck, three of his nephew ( Huey, Dewey, and Louie), and the witch Hazel. The film opens with the witch's scene is flying around town on her broomstick on Halloween night. She is so happy to scare a cat and a colony of bats. Suddenly, she sees three lovely duck kids who are in Halloween costumes. They knock on Donald’s door to ask for some candies for Trick or Treat playing. Their uncle answers the door and puts firecrackers in their bags, then pulls a string that dumps a bucket of water on their heads. These kids feel upset and sit on the pavement. Hazel approaches the boys, tries to encourage them, and offers to help them get their treats from Donald. At first, she tries to convince Donald herself, but he does not believe that Hazel is a real witch. Donald yanks on her stretchy nose, pranks her as well with a bucket of water and laughs at her. Donald's rude response makes the witch angry. Then, she concocts a magic potion to help the kids for having candies. After testing the potion, Hazel sprays it at an assortment of objects such as a Jack-o'-lantern, a can of paint, three fence posts, and a gate. All of them become alive items that frighten Donald. The uncle agrees to treat his nephews, but he changes his mind when Hazel refers to him as a pushover. Donald then locks his pantry and swallows the key. Hazel then uses the potion on Donald's feet to give her control of their maneuverability and commands them to kick out the key, causing Donald to perform a crazy dance. However, Donald is stubborn, he throws it under the pantry door when the key is kicked out. That is why the witch casts a spell "that's double-grim!" on Donald's feet by spraying them even harder and ordering them to "smash that door down" with Donald. With a “longer start”, he runs that far before he breaks down the pantry door and is left unconscious on the floor in defeat. As a result, Huey, Dewey, and Louie collect their treats, and Hazel flies off into the night.

This animated short film is a perfect movie for Halloween and a funny animation that many audiences love. In an interview in 1978 by Jim Korkis, an internationally respected animation historian, Jack Hannah said “The short got a very high ARI rating when the Studio watched it in the sweatbox. Walt said he couldn’t understand some of the words; that the dialog was too fast. I heard that Carl Barks later adapted the cartoon into a comic book story, but I never saw it.”  According to IMDB Pro, this animation has attracted many people until nowadays, rated 7.3/10 (1.5K).

Although I was not familiar with Halloween and the Trick or Treat because this was not popular in my country in the past, I like Trick or Treat animation and this custom so much. I believe most children are surprised and feel excited about the spooky and funny Halloween like me. I still remember first seeing this short on television when I was a kid; I felt sympathy for three duck kids and was so sorry for them because they have a miserly uncle. Then, I turned to laugh a lot because of the witch magic potion that forced Donald to face mad dancing. In my opinion, Hazel is a witch with an ugly face, but she is a lovely woman because she has a warm heart, excellent behavior toward children too. In conclusion, this cartoon is fantastic, funny, and very entertaining!

References

https://cartoonresearch.com/index.php/disneys-trick-or-treat-1952/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-SiTJFjVvH0&ab_channel=Erik

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0045261/

https://disney.fandom.com/wiki/Trick_or_Treat

https://www.intanibase.com/iad_entries/entry.aspx?shortID=536

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

May 10, 2021

Heather Cox Richardson

A poll today by the Associated Press (AP) and the National Opinion Research Center (NORC) shows that President Joe Biden’s administration is gaining positive traction. Sixty-three percent of Americans approve of how he is handling his job as president. Seventy-one percent approve of how he is handling the coronavirus pandemic; 62% percent approve of how he is handling health care. Fifty-seven percent approve of how he is handling the economy; 54% approve of how he is handling foreign affairs.

Fifty-four percent of Americans think the country is going in the right direction. This is the highest number since 2017, but it is split by party: 84% of Democrats like the country’s direction, while only 20% of Republicans do.

Biden’s weak spots are in immigration, where 43% approve and 54% disapprove, and gun policy, where 48% approve and 49% disapprove.

And yet, Biden’s people have been working to address the influx of migrant children; White House Secretary Jen Psaki noted last week that “At the end of March, there were more than 5,000 children in Customs and Border Protection Patrol stations. Today, that number is approximately 600…. The amount of time children spend in CBP facilities is down by 75 percent — from 131 hours at the end of March to under 30 hours now.”

The administration has backed that short-term work with a long-term initiative. Last week, Vice President Kamala Harris met virtually with Mexican President Andrés Manuel López Obrador, the leader of the left of center populist nationalist coalition party MORENA, to talk about finding ways to promote economic development to address the root causes prompting the flight of refugees from Guatemala, Honduras, El Salvador and southern Mexico. They also talked about working together to protect human rights and dismantle the criminal networks that smuggle migrants. She will travel to Guatemala and Mexico in June, where she will meet with their leaders.

Disapproval of Biden’s gun policies might well reflect a desire for a stronger stance. In April, a Morning Consult/Politico poll showed that 64% of registered voters supported stricter gun control laws. We have had an average of ten mass shootings a week in 2021, 194 in all. (A mass shooting is one in which four people are killed or wounded.)

This week, Biden will be meeting with bipartisan groups of leaders, including Representative Kevin McCarthy (R-CA) and Senator Mitch McConnell (R-KY), to begin to hammer out an infrastructure measure based on his American Jobs Plan. He will also meet with Senators John Barrasso (R-WY), Roy Blunt (R-MO), Mike Crapo (R-ID), Pat Toomey (R-PA), Roger Wicker (R-MS), and Shelley Moore Capito (R-WV), who have proposed their own $568 billion proposal without corporate tax hikes.

As the good news from the administration is starting to filter into the media, bad news from the Trump wing of the Republican Party is also starting to get traction. On Saturday, we learned that at retreats in March and April, staff for the National Republican Congressional Committee refused to tell lawmakers how badly Trump is polling in core battleground districts, where 54% see Biden favorably while only 41% still favor Trump. Vice President Kamala Harris, the $1.9 trillion American Rescue Plan, and the $2.3 trillion American Jobs Plan are all more popular in those districts than the former president.

Indeed, it is more than a little odd that party leaders are bending over backward to tie their party to a former president who, after all, never broke 50% favorability ratings—the first time in polling history that had happened—and who lost both the White House and Congress.

Another set of data from Catalist, a voter database company in Washington, D.C., shows that the 2020 election was the most diverse ever, with Latino and Asian voters turning out in bigger numbers than ever before. Black voting increased substantially, while Asian-American and Pacific Islander voters had a decisive increase in turnout. The electorate was 72% white, down 2% from 2016 and 5% from 2008. Thirty-nine percent of Biden-Harris voters were people of color (61% were white); only 15% of Trump-Pence voters were POC (85% were white).

This demographic trend is behind the new voter suppression bills in Republican states. But the racial breakdown of the 2020 vote is not the only problem for the current Republican Party. The biggest turnout gains in 2020 were among young voters, 18 to 40 years old, who now make up 31% of voters, while those over 55 have dropped to only 44% of the electorate. Younger voters skew heavily toward the Democrats. Also notable was that women break heavily toward Democrats by a 10 point gap—79% of women of color support Democrats; 58% of white women voted for Biden-Harris—and women make up 54% of the electorate overall.

News out of the private “recount” in Arizona by Cyber Ninjas, a company without experience in election recounts and whose owner has already gone on record as believing that rigged voting machines in Arizona cost Trump victory, continues to be embarrassing as well. Although the Maricopa County Board of Supervisors, which has a Republican majority, said the count was fair and opposed a recount, sixteen Republicans in the state senate voted to give the ballots for Maricopa County, which includes Phoenix, to the company for a private recount. The count has been plagued by conspiracy theories—one observer claimed they are examining the ballots for signs of bamboo in the paper to show that tens of thousands of ballots were flown in from Asia—and it turned out that one of the people recounting the ballots had been at the January 6 riot at the Capitol. Now the “recount” is running so far behind it appears it won’t be done until August, rather than May 14 as the company promised.

State senator Paul Boyer, who voted for the “audit,” told New York Times reporter Michael Wines: “It makes us look like idiots…. Looking back, I didn’t think it would be this ridiculous. It’s embarrassing to be a state senator at this point.”

And then, this morning, the Washington Post dropped a long, investigative story by reporters Emma Brown, Aaron C. Davis, Jon Swaine, and Josh Dawsey revealing that the arguments former president Trump has grabbed to “prove” the election was stolen from him were part of a long conspiracy theory hatched in 2018 by Russell J. Ramsland, Jr., “a Republican businessman who has sold everything from Tex-Mex food in London to a wellness technology that beams light into the human bloodstream.” The story follows how Ramsland’s theories, which were debunked as “bat-s**t insane” by White House lawyers, got pumped into the media by Representative Louie Gohmert (R-TX) and Trump’s lawyer Rudy Giuliani, among others, and how Trump came to embrace them.

While Republican leaders are still standing behind those theories, and the former president, opponents of the party’s direction are pushing back not just against Trump but also against those leaders supporting him. Representative Adam Kinzinger (R-IL) tweeted this morning: “A few days before Jan 6, our GOP members had a conference call. I told Kevin [McCarthy] that his words and our party’s actions would lead to violence on January 6th. Kevin dismissively responded with ‘ok Adam, operator next question.’ And we got violence.”

Representative Liz Cheney (R-WY) has narrated a video distributed by the Republican Accountability Project recalling the violence of January 6, blaming Trump for spreading lies about the election, and reminding viewers that more than 60 lawsuits disproved his claims that the election was stolen. The video says “we are the party of Lincoln. We are not the party of QAnon” (showing an image of Jacob Chansley, the so-called “QAnon Shaman,” who wore a horned headdress during the Capitol insurrection) “or white supremacy” (showing an image of Fox News Channel personality Tucker Carlson). “We cannot embrace insurrection” (showing a picture of Georgia Republican Representative Marjorie Taylor Greene). “President Trump provoked an attack on the United States Capitol which resulted in five people dying. That is a person who does not have a role as a leader of our party going forward.” The video features an image of McCarthy standing with Trump. Cheney made it clear she was not about to shut up.

This afternoon, McCarthy released a statement calling for Cheney’s ouster as conference chair, featuring the line: “[u]nlike the left, we embrace free thought and debate.” (References to George Orwell, who famously wrote about how fascists used language to rewrite history, were all over Twitter.) McCarthy and other Trump loyalists have suggested that Cheney needs to go because she keeps talking about the past, but Allan Smith of NBC News points out that Trump himself seems to be the one who cannot stop talking about the past.

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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

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[pikkish-moved]

So basically, Olimar being worried because he thinks he was too late to save Louie. Yeah, I think I can do that.

This One Doesn’t Get a Title, Because I Couldn’t Think of a Good One

Olimar sprinted toward the ship cargo hold as fast as his legs could carry him, ignoring the president’s shouts that there was still stuff he needed to do. He had already confirmed with the ship that they were now en route to Hocotate, and the ship’s autopilot would get them there safely. And while it was true that Olimar could’ve spent some time scanning for faster routes or ensuring all systems were operating at peak efficiency, he had something much more important that he needed to do.

Only moments later, he was slamming open the hatch to the cargo hold airlock, then charging to the far end of the loading bay, where all their most recently collected treasures were sitting, waiting to be catalogued.

But there would be time for that later. There was something more important still that demanded Olimar’s attention. And skirting around the enormous, alien objects, Olimar finally found what he was looking for. There was Louie, lying still on the floor.

Olimar hurried over, dropping to his knees next to Louie’s motionless form. “Louie…?”

There was no response.

“Louie?” Olimar repeated, a little more urgently, rolling Louie onto his back.

Still no response.

Biting his lip against the growing tightness in his chest, Olimar reached out to undo the latches securing Louie’s helmet. But it was hard. His hands were shaking, his hands were shaking so bad, and his heart was pounding, worse than it had when he first realized he had crashed on an uncharted planet.

As he fumbled with the latches, Olimar felt a rising sense of panic. This was his fault. He had left Louie behind, and now—

Louie’s helmet finally came off, and Olimar almost threw it across the room in his haste to get it clear of Louie’s head. And still, Louie didn’t respond. Olimar’s breath caught in his throat. If he had just made it back faster, if he had just turned around, if he had just been a little more vigilant…!

Louie’s helmet gone, Olimar yanked at the thick gloves on his own hands, almost undoubtedly damaging his own suit with the force of his worry. But then his hands were free, and he was reaching forward, shoving his fingers under the collar of Louie’s suit, pushing them against his neck, and-...

Warmth. Warmth and a pulse and unmatched relief. Because Louie was alive. Unconscious, maybe injured, but alive.

And for a long time, Olimar just sat there, almost on the verge of tears, hand on Louie’s throat, feeling the rush of blood through Louie’s veins.

✿✿✿

Louie didn’t wake for a while. Olimar had gotten him out of his spacesuit and moved him from the cargo hold to the ship’s medbay- really just a repurposed storage closet- where he laid on a cot, unmoving but for the gentle rise and fall of his chest. He slept on, silent, and they weren’t sure why. With what limited medical knowledge the ship had in its database, it could only make vaguely educated guesses. Maybe stress and fatigue, or shock from what events had transpired, or maybe malnourishment, or maybe a head injury, or maybe something else entirely. They just didn’t know, and while Louie being alive was more of a relief to Olimar than words could describe, the anxiety over his unconsciousness gnawed at him constantly.

That, and the guilt. Because it was his fault, really. He was captain, and it was his responsibility to protect his crew. And he hadn’t done that. And it wasn’t even something like he had failed to protect Louie when he was in danger; that would’ve been at least partially forgivable, because Olimar would’ve done everything in his power, then, to keep Louie safe. No, he, the captain, who was supposed to look out for Louie, had been the one to put Louie in danger. He had left Louie behind. It wasn’t just that he had failed his duty to Louie as captain, he had neglected it.

He had left his crewmate behind, and his guilt weighed on him heavier than anything else ever could have.

And he couldn’t even apologize, because Louie was unconscious. Not that he knew if Louie would forgive him, and quite frankly, Olimar wouldn’t have blamed him if he didn’t. But if Louie were awake, Olimar could’ve at least tried to absolve some of the guilt, tried to make things at least a little right. But he couldn’t do even that, couldn’t even apologize. Instead, he ended up just pacing the ship, climbing up and down the ladders between the decks, picking something up to start a task then setting it down, and scowling all the while, lost in his own anxious thoughts.

Eventually, the ship told him he was going to wear a hole in the floor if he kept it up, so he went to go check on Louie again. So Olimar, head down and still frowning, headed for the medbay.

And as he pushed the door open, he heard something, a stirring, a groan, and there was Louie, sitting up and looking at him groggily, confused.

For a long moment, Olimar just stood there, staring, tears welling up in his eyes once more. Then, before he fully knew what he was doing, he charged forward, and grabbed Louie up in a hug.

#the first of the requested prompts that i requested! #youre all welcome to continue sending those in if you want; too #i always welcome new writing/drawing prompt ideas! #prompted pikmin fic #pikmin fic