#tunnagan

[ducktales-wco-oo]

“Inter- Fenton.” He really needs to stop letting himself be like this around the intern, the younger man has already seen far too much of his past than Gyro should be comfortable with. But he needs to do something. “You need to understand something. Akita, Magica, they’re players in everything that I’ve become. But at the end of the day, the only monster at the end of my story is me.”

-  ✩   「 @tunnagan 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」   Hearing his name slip from Gyro’s beak— albeit with a bit of difficulty —surprises Fenton immensely. Perhaps more than it SHOULD, but it’s difficult to comprehend being ‘ Fenton ’ to the other man rather than merely Intern. Especially since Fenton still doesn’t fully feel as though he’s earned that much. Turning to face Gyro, brows are scrunched curiously, Fenton unable— and unwilling to —veil his concern. Everything from Gyro’s choice in words, to his tone, to his demeanor, screams of an issue that needs to be dealt with.

Then again, that could just be Fenton’s innate worrywart nature... But he likes to think that he’s able to read Gyro well enough by now. Hopefully.

Suspicions are proven correct when Gyro makes his... dismal statement. One that he clearly believes in wholeheartedly. From an outside perspective, Fenton can see his reasoning. Truly, he can... BUT he can also see the other opinion. The one that sees Gyro not for what he paints himself as, but for what he truly is. Or at the very least, what he seems to be trying to be. What Fenton has full faith he is. So, with an intake of breath to ease his nerves— he doubts this will be an easy conversation, if the past is any indicator —he begins,  ❝  I do understand, Dr. Gearloose. I assure you, I do...  ❞  

❝  But—  ❞  

❝  I must respectfully disagree, nonetheless.  ❞  Unlike the unwavering deference the former Intern may have shown in the past, Fenton stands his ground. Politely but unquestioningly, words firm in their uncharacteristic succinctness  ❝  Because I don’t see ANY monsters here.  ❞  

Merely someone who is being- misunderstood.   「 ☆ 」 

#(( Fenton vc: cool theory but here's Mine- )) #(( jkfgndjkfgdg )) #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴍʏ ꜱʜᴏᴛ! ❞ ¦ 「 Fenton IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏɴᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɪᴛ; ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɪᴛ... ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Fenton 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴍɪɴᴅ-ɴᴜᴍʙɪɴɢ ɢᴇɴɪᴜꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Gyro 」 #tunnagan #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴡᴏᴏᴘꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

[lunarspeared]

“i do blame you.” (from gyro) / @tunnagan​ 

▬▬▬ ☾☆      There was a fine  line  in  this  friendship.  Often,  the  two  teetered  on  the  edge  of  this  line.  But  never  did  they  dare  to  cross  it.  Until  now.  Gyro  had  taken  the  leap,  plunging  into  an  area  that  Della  just  wasn’t  okay  with  &&  probably  never  would  be.  Any  semblance  of  a  playful  argument  was  gone.  This  was  too  far.  So  Della  stopped  whatever  comeback  she  was  going  to  throw  at  him  in  favor  of  staring  at  him  silently  &&  angrily.  

                                  ❝  Well, that makes two of us. Congratulations, you’re not even the first one to say that to me.  ❞

#tunnagan #( tunnagan: gyro. ) #ouchies #its probably fine #✈️ ⇁ 𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝘼 𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙆 𝘽𝙇𝙐𝙍 ‚ main verse. #☽ ⇁ 𝘐𝘊 ‚ 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋𝙎 𝘿𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙆 ; answered.

[warraigoe-aa]

Dear Uncle Ludwig,

Perhaps this letter will find you completely by surprise. If things have progressed smoothly, you may not even be aware of everything that’s gone.

I hope you can hold onto a shred of the next one. She’s a special case.

Yours,

Bradford Buzzard

          everything stays right where you left it.  // @tunnagan​

       there’s a pause as the professor takes the note that was handed to him. it wasn’t often that he really LOOKS at the letters given to him --- he was a really busy man -- but seeing it was from his DEAR NEPHEW, well, he couldn’t really help himself. after all, he was wondering how the buzzard was doing with his time in jail. after the whole debacle at the library, he really hadn’t had the time to really SEE him.

      ❝ whatever do you mean, bradford ? ❞ he asks, mainly to himself, as he adjusts the glasses on his bill. GONE ? what’s gone ? who ? why, he wasn’t entirely sure what to really THINK about it. but the last line is what gets him. just WHAT was bradford planning ?

      and what did matilda have to do with it ?

#tunnagan #— ❛❛ // temp. ¦ can i please get a waffle ? ・ 「 in ! 」 #once again realizing that i have not done his tags #he refuses to state whether he wants to stay or not

[voidfcllen]

FROM THE INBOX: “ your  whole  reality’s  been  destroyed .  tell  me ,  how  does  it  feel  to  be  on  the  other  side  of  it ? ” (Akita to Drake. QUIET) / @tunnagan​​​

For a rare moment, Darkwing was completely speechless. Struck silent by the force of his shock. Trying to reorient himself from the great, awful flash, and the blatant proof of their failure to stop Akita from doing what he’d set out to do. Their whole reality, gone, just like that!

“It feels. . .”

His daughter, thrown into some other universe, and he didn’t know how to reach her. Seperated by something much worse then anything he’d feared for when he’d let her become Quiverwing Quack. She let him pretend he’d let her, at any rate. There had to be a way to reverse this or else--

“It feels like I’m going to rip you limb from limb, villain!”

Darkwing lunges at Akita in a blind rage, fist pulled back to deliver a punch, one that would defintiely be the first of many.

#tunnagan #(akita found dead in st canard) #❅ [ Drake Mallard // AU.1 ] i'm alive for a reason. somehow i’m still BREATHING. #❅ [ ANSWERED ] i make NO APOLOGIES for my muses. #❅ [ QUEUE ] am i HERE? probably NOT.

[decanard]

“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?” @tunnagan||Della

“I’m always well behaved cuz. Just ask anyone.” Deu teases as he slides out of under Boomerang where he has been painting. “What’s up? You need hands for something?”

#tunnagan #reply #✈️ Racing Back Where I Belong (Deu) ✈️

[rednephew]

@tunnagan​ said ;   There are items missing from the cache of things taken from FOWL. Blueprints. Designs. And an early report on the functional requirements and issues with Solego Circuit prototypes. Are you worried yet, Huey? (Disappearance of Donald Duck verse)

answered ; unprompted

✧ — ⋆ Huey is losing his mind. He must be. It feels like every day he has less and less evidence about what is happening. He swears he has more than this. He swears he took more than this. He must have! He barely as anything now. Almost nothing to work with at all.

Had he had more than this? Is he blowing this out of proportion? Thinking it was bigger than it was? That he was more of a help than he thought he was?

He hasn’t been sleeping well.. maybe he’s just tired. Maybe he’s just crazy.

No, he’s not crazy. Things are missing. People are missing. And this is just more proof. But how can he explain to someone that his lack of proof is in fact more proof?

They’re going to think he’s crazy too...

          He rubs at his head, a pounding beginning as he tries to put two and two together, but his twos are slowly dwindling into 0s.

#✧ — ⋆ i’m not good at imagination stuff okay?! ; ic #✧ — ⋆ blog ; tunnagan #✧ — ⋆ save what has been lost ; verse

[tournesolette]

❪ @tunnagan​​ ❫   “i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.” (gyro to gladstone)

answered ┊ a prompt list maybe

          “ Colour me surprised. ” Gladstone can’t help the sarcastic drawl to his voice. If anything he knows of his pseudo-uncle’s head scientist, it’s that he is not know for his humility. Quite the opposite in fact. 

He leans on the chicken’s desk, his chin propped up in his hand as he smirks at him, ignoring the brilliant project ( or so it’s been claimed ) laid out in front of him. 

          “ So, tell me, Doc. What do you have going for you? ” It’s not mean, just playful. 

Maybe a little flirty, who’s he to say?

#❪ ⋅ ◆ ⋆ — gladstone g. ┊ ❛ ic. ❜ ❫ #❪ ⋅ ◆ ⋆ — gyro. ┊ ❛ tunnagan. ❜ ❫

[clucktales]

Fethry: Could you please tell us more about Abner? What’s he like?

"He's very protective of my feelings, and I think he's great. Really though, if you have any personal questions about him, you should go ask him yourself."

@tunnagan

[krillconoisseur]

@tunnagan​ //; tiny baby brothers!

#ɪ ᴅᴜɴɴᴏ ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ {my art.} #𝐼𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓅𝒾𝒹 𝐸𝓍𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓇𝓈! {ooc.} #ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴍᴇ! ꜰᴇᴛʜʀʏ ᴅᴜᴄᴋ! {self.} #ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛɪᴍʙᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴀꜱ {abner.} #tunnagan

[cynicallyscorned]

YOOO old man fight lets GO.

#🚫 — introducing YOUUUUUR’S TRUELY. ❪ ic. ❫ #🚫 — i’m dependable. predictable. and watching others fall. ❪ dash comm. ❫ #🚫 — i've been on my own for long enough. ❪ dt v. ❫ #tunnagan #scroogemcdork #who's gonna place bets with me

[bitofthisandthat]

“Fethry, what. The. HELL?”

#tunnagan #dash commentary #🍀GLADSTONE GANDER 🍀 #{ Et TU BrutE } #{ ROhdsgfvjsahgvdjshgfvsdjfhsvdfgh }

[ducktales-wco-oo]

Gyro’s been quiet. He isn’t entirely certain if Fenton – intern, Cabrera, annoyance, never first name Gearloose you know better than to first name people – has noticed, but there’s always a chance. He’s clever and observant even when he doesn’t realize it about himself. It’s the only reason Gyro has kept him around. Had he really hated him he would have thrown the younger man out on his first day. He’s been thinking too much and it’s all involved whatever it is that the two of them have started.

It’s his own fault. He never should have stepped over the professional line, no matter what the circumstances.

“Intern.” It’s the first thing he’s said all day. The realization is enough to make him pause longer than he meant to. The helper in his hand glows vibrantly green as his magic betrays his emotions and Gyro sets it aside. “Why are you here?” Not what he’d planned on saying, but it feels safer nonetheless. “You are, objectively speaking, a genius. You’re more than capable of making your own way in the scientific world. There are more lucrative paths or more generous budgets elsewhere.” Though perhaps no benefactors quite as willing to allow pure creative invention as Mr. McDuck is. But Fenton – intern – doesn’t need the same leeway for diabolical and otherwise non-malicious inventions as Gyro does.

“So why are you here?”

-  ✩   「   @tunnagan​    」   ✩

「 ☆ 」   Gyro has been quiet.

Fenton isn’t sure if Gyro suspects that he’s noticed. Observation can be hit or miss for Fenton, the duck often overlooking things that most might think obvious. Especially when his focus becomes narrowed by enthusiasm… or concern. For example, an observant person might realize that leaking Top Secret plans on the internet negates the point of them being secret. Or they might realize that taking on the problems of an entire city would severely cut into time needed for things like scientific endeavors, intern duties, or personal well-being.

They might also realize that engaging in physical relations with a superior who you already have a tense history with could possibly make things awkward… Gaze riveted on his clipboard, trying to comprehend numbers that his brain refuses to see, Fenton fervently tells himself that the tension suffocating him would be there even without that added— facet of their professional and personal relationship. Feeling at a loss of what to do around Gyro is normal. Biting his tongue to keep from antagonizing the other man, all while wanting nothing more than to speak, is also normal. Were they still merely co-workers ( friends? ) rather than co-workers with an understood carnal contract—

Grimacing in distaste of his own mental phrasing, Fenton makes a silent promise to never think of it as such ever again. Maybe refraining from thinking about it at all for the remainder of the day would be best… Choking back a frustrated groan, Fenton irritably shuffles the papers on his desk in search of something useful in his haphazard pile of notes. For his workload. There’s no scribbled equation that could offer answers for prying into whatever is bothering Gyro.

For not the first nor the last time, Fenton wishes with every ounce of his being that there was.

Stiffening when Gyro says his name— odd, how ‘ Intern ’ feels just as familiar as when people call him Fenton —he slowly straightens his papers, perked posture and calculated movements betraying his interest. Setting down his work, Fenton turns in his seat, confused gaze focused upon Gyro. Brows lower slightly as he studies the other, clearly taken aback by some of the things stated as if fact. Speaking as if whatever he says is truth is common enough for Dr. Gearloose. But Fenton never expected that tone to speak his praises, let alone ask a question with answers that should be obvious… Yet, those answers die in Fenton’s throat.

Obvious as they are, he can’t find a way to put them into coherent words. Can’t even decide if he should. Sentiments are not their strong suit, with Gyro seeming averse while Fenton often overindulges. It’s a tricky line to balance upon, not wanting to overstep whatever emotional boundaries are set, but also not wanting to feel as if he’s being disingenuous.

Lightly tapping a pencil against the edge of his desk, it rap-rap-raps in a frantic yet steadfast pace, mimicking the beating of Fenton’s heart. Gaze averting to focus on it, he slowly begins,  ❝  I… think you’re giving me too much credit.  ❞  Words drop from his mouth hesitantly, mused by someone who’s trying to disagree without blatantly saying Gyro is wrong.  ❝  I appreciate the faith you have in my abilities, honestly I do. But if anything, I’m beyond fortunate to have made it as far as I already have.  ❞  

Pencil tapping comes to an abrupt halt, Fenton setting it down beside his papers,  ❝  Mr. McDuck was the first person to believe in me— genuinely believe in me. Heh- Myself included.  ❞  Tracing a circle on the desk, knee bounces rapidly to replace the pencil’s aid in his anxiety,  ❝  I honestly didn’t expect him to. After all, everywhere else I applied had issues with my track record. My ideas, aspirations, priorities… None of it- none of me, fit what they were looking for. Frankly, I don’t entirely fit with what Mr. McDuck values either. But, he trusts me regardless and he allows me to do more than I ever could on my own.  ❞  

So, Fenton chooses to trust in him too.

❝  I first came here because he gave me an opportunity to prove myself. To show that- I could be worth the faith he put in me. I stayed because you’re here.  ❞  Running a hand through his headfeathers, Fenton softly snickers at the admission, sheepishness averting his gaze to the ground. However, he’s not nearly as mortified as one would expect. Expression is soft, no regret to be found,  ❝  An opportunity to work under the most brilliant mind in all of Duckburg? How could I not be elated?  ❞  

Loyalty had played a big part in Fenton’s desire to repay the debt he owes Scrooge. But admiration for Gyro is what caused him to cling to the chance, to keep coming back no matter how many times he was thrown aside… if it weren’t for that, he would have hesitated far more with each reluctant offer, each responsibility allowed him against Gyro’s better judgement. He couldn’t accept failure. Not this time. Not in this place.

❝  Now? … I’m here because— this is where I belong. This lab, this team…. I feel- better here, than I have ANY other place I’ve been.  ❞  Admission is quiet, Fenton’s expression contemplative as he glances around the lab. Its array of machines, both mundane and maniacal. It’s hastily scribbled plans on boards and blueprints, some of which Fenton couldn’t quite recall the point of once the sleep-deprived and caffeine-fueled haze wore down. He sees stairs that he tumbled down more than once, sees glass that he’s broken more than once, sees the man that has made him feel worthless more than once…. but also helped Fenton accomplish unbelievable feats, made him truly believe that he can.

It’s not always success in this lab, but it’s not always failure either… There’s an odd sense of security in that. In the memories of what they’ve accomplished here. Good and bad.

❝   I want to be here. So- I am.  ❞  Fenton plainly states, chest swelling with emotion at such a simple concept. At something so small, so unremarkable, as simply being where he wants to be.   「 ☆ 」

#ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴍʏ ꜱʜᴏᴛ! ❞ ¦ 「 Fenton IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴍɪɴᴅ-ɴᴜᴍʙɪɴɢ ɢᴇɴɪᴜꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Gyro 」 #tunnagan #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ! ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴡᴏᴏᴘꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

[lunarspeared]

Bradford considered Scrooge in the distance. The loss of either of them would hurt the old duck, but Donald had proven more predictable in life than Della ever had, less chaotic. More useful. "You were responsible for losing her once. Clearly it wasn't enough for you to learn your lesson. I would say you could explain this to the children, but you'd have to remember her for that." And the buzzard's armored foot met Della's back, pushing her off the platform and into the waiting Solego circuit. / @tunnagan​ 

▬▬▬ ☾☆      There’s nothing she can  do  &&  that  frustrates  Della  to  no  end.  There  is  nothing  that  she  hates  more  than  being  useless.  Especially  now,  in  such  a  life  or  death  situation.  Bradford  had  gone  mad  with  power  &&  their  entire  family  was  in  danger.  She  winced  when  she  heard  him  start  talking  about  her  --  this  wasn’t  going  to  end  well.  Dread  settled  in  the  pit  of  her  stomach  &&  she  wasn’t  really  ready  when  she  was  being  pushed  off  the  platform.  This  was  it,  wasn’t  it?  She  didn’t  want  it  to  end  like  this  --  she  didn’t  have  enough  time,  what  about  her  kids?  What  about  her  brother?  They  wouldn’t  even  remember  her.  There  would  be  no  Della  Duck  anymore.  She  let  out  a  gasp,  watching  as  the  portal  got  closer  &&  closer.

                                       Then she was gone.

#tunnagan #( tunnagan: bradford. ) #WELP #☽ ⇁ 𝘐𝘊 ‚ 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋𝙎 𝘿𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙆 ; answered. #✈️ ⇁ 𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙄𝙎𝙉'𝙏 𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 ‚ altered reality.

[decanard-a]

@tunnagan (because I need)

“You’re going to stay, but you gotta switch your color.” Is he a little threatened? Absolutely. But he feels for this Louie.

#tunnagan #starter #☘️ See Every Possibility (Louie) ☘️

[scroogemcdork]

@tunnagan​ SAID: “McDuck, I can appreciate that you got to this artifact before me, but I really think it’s safer in my care than yours.” Bradford wasn’t sure how the duck would react to that. He liked the man well enough, but magical artifacts plus the attention he tended to attract… Bradford wasn’t sure he liked where that math led. “At least allow me some time to document it so we know what we’re dealing with in a worst case scenario.” (Yeets adventurer Bradford)

❝ Ae see, ae see, ❞ the miser nods, the artifact sitting in the palm of his hand as he considers his adversary’s ‘offer’. Oh, it hadn’t been easy to track it down, but its days were numbered as far as Scrooge McDuck had been concerned. And now, just across the way, is a familiar buzzard out to swipe it from beneath him. Ha! He won’t be bargained with! Besides, he’s a well-structured team back home who can see such things for themselves; why waste money on a third-party when you had MORE than the barebones yourself? No, this is going in the Other Bin with everything else!

❝ It’s just a shame I’ve no interest in this proposition! Catch me if you CAN, Braddy! ❞ Oop, off he goes.

#IC. #VERSE TBT. #ASK. #tunnagan #//u can have some nice. as a treat

[birdiemcquack]

@tunnagan​ || Launchpad || A Bittersweet Reunion

Birdie recalled the day Drake Mallard had shown up on the McQuack homestead as if it had happened mere minutes ago. Since his visit she’d been worried sick about her son, so much so that she’d started packing a bag in the middle of Ripcord telling her everything Drake had conveyed to him. She’d been teary-eyed since then too and she wasn’t sure her eyes would look alright by the time they got to Duckburg. 

Ripcord was holding together better than she was but it was clear to her that he was equally as upset. He drove their car into town with his hands death-gripping the steering wheel and his back rigid. Birdie clung to Ripcord’s arm in the hopes it would comfort the both of them on the ride over. Whatever had happened to their son, they’d help him together. They’d share every moment of anguish together too.

When they arrived at the address Drake had given them, the both of them felt somewhat relieved. It seemed that even if he’d forgotten many things, he hadn’t forgotten his roots. His home was a hangar with a huge metal garage door on the front of it. Birdie got out of the car and stared. She vaguely heard Ripcord tell her he’d leave the bags in the car for now, and vaguely heard her own voice reply.

She hesitated at the door so long that Ripcord came to her side and put a supportive hand on her shoulder. His support gave her courage enough to knock.

“Is anyone home?” she called out. “Launchpad? Are you there, dear?”

#{{ DT17: Rolling In the Deep;; }} #{{ Modern Day;; }} #tunnagan