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otherone12 · 3 months ago

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Hey again! So I was wondering if you could write something like a comfort fic for Gerard Way x reader, maybe basement, bullets, or revenge era (something early, but it can also be something labeled as any era, i dont really care) for a reader with an eating disorder and stuggles with fasting and cal counting and insecurity and all that. I know you clarified it’s not a trigger or anything but obviously if writing any of that makes you uncomfortable you dont have to. Sorry if I wasn’t specific enough and sorry for such a strange request lmao. I find a lot of comfort fics for Gerard but not much for stuff under the ednos umbrella. Thanks so so much for the reply and like I said in the last ask I love your writing so much!! Again I hope you have an awesome day 💕

You're Not In This Alone

Bullets!Gerard Way x Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N: Hey!! Damn i just disappeared again, last month were crazy... a lot of tests (i almost failed in physics, but ended up taking the recovery test and getting an A+), then i get sick (i'm still taking antibiotics), and my notebook just stopped work (i'm using my dad's) ... i'm so so so sorry for took that long to write this, this request were sent like three months ago... again i'm so sorry. Hope you like it! (If it turned out too different from what you imagined, let me know and I'll try to fix it :) ). And omg, almost 150 followers! thank u sm <3

Percebi que tem muita galera BR me seguindo também. Muito obrigada, pessoal, adoro vocês aaaa <3

Summary: Gerard noticed you are acting different and avoiding meals, so he did his best to be close to you, even during the tour.

- Word Count: 3.200

- Warnings: Eating Disorder!!!

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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Gerard’s 1st Person POV

We’ve been dating for almost a year, and some stuff has been a bit weird lately. I’m not the kind of person who usually notices these things, maybe it’s just my mind worrying too much, but I don’t think so.

It started small, like last week, when she spent the day at my house. Everything was going fine, she arrived early, said some polite greetings to my parents, and we went down to my basement, she sat on the bed, and I laid on her lap, like always. The morning was calm and comfy, we laughed at nothing, just enjoying each other’s company.

- Are you up for some burgers, babe? - I looked up at her, tilting my head - I’m starving.

- I’m not hungry, Gee… - she said quietly, her hands not leaving my hair - But if you are, go ahead…

She gave me a small smile and I got up from her lap, sitting next to her.

- Are you sure? - I furrowed, and asked one more time - You haven't eaten anything since you arrived…

- I’m fine - She cupped my face - I just ate a lot for breakfast.

She pressed her lips on mine, quick but sweet.

- Uh… if you say so… - I blinked, and smirked - If you change your mind, you can always steal my fries.

- Thanks, babe. - She smiled, sweetly.

But she didn’t. She ate nothing. Later, I grabbed some chips, her favorites, and she ‘wasn’t hungry’.

Next day we had a rehearsal, and like always, she was there with us, cheering and hanging out. Later we ordered pizza, and she took a few bites and dropped. I didn’t push her or ask why she didn’t eat, cause all the guys were around. I didn't want to embarrass her or something.

Once the guys were out, I went to her.

- Babe… i-i’ve been noticing you haven't eaten - I Tried, reaching her hands - Are you sure you are okay?

- Yeah, I’m fine - she nodded, like was everything all right - I had a few snacks when you were helping Mikey to set the stuff for the rehearsal.

- Really? - I raised a brow

- Yep. You don’t need to worry, Gee.

I was dumb enough to believe her. She slept here, in my house, and after we got out of the shower, she stumbled in, nothing.

- Whoa- Hey, are you okay? - I held her by the waist, and she stood up again.

- Yeah… i must be tired i guess - She chuckles.

- Are you sure? Cause-

- Babe, you worry too much… - She kissed my cheek - And I love you for it, but I'm fine.

Maybe it was just a few coincidences, right? Wrong. Because yesterday, I went to her house. She ate one apple. Just one apple, the whole day.

I went out of her room to grab some water for us, but when I walked in, I caught her looking at the mirror. Not fixing her hair or adjusting her clothes, she looked… nervous.

- Babe? I stepped toward her - my voice softer - Everything okay? She jumped a little, like I’d startled her, then quickly turned away, fixing her shirt. - Yeah, I’m fine, Gee. - She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

- Right… - I frowned, but didn’t press further. But that feeling, that gnawing feeling in my gut, wouldn’t leave.

*** time skip ***

A few weeks later, the tour was right around the corner. The guys were buzzing with excitement, but all I could think about was her. There was no way I could leave her like this—not when something clearly wasn’t right. So, I did what any decent boyfriend would do. I asked her to come with us.

I showed up at her house like any normal day, but my heart was racing. I stood on her porch, hands in my pockets, trying to shake the nerves as I waited for her to answer the door.

- Gee! - she beamed, throwing her arms around me before I could even say a word.

- Hey, babe… - I kissed the top of her head, smelling the scent of her hair. - You okay?

- Yeah - She looked up, still hugging me - how ‘bout you?

- I’m good. - I grinned at her - I want to ask you something…

- Spit it - her eyes went wide for a second.

- MCR is going on tour… - I tilted my head, my hands still on her waist - and I want you to go with us… are you up to-

- Yes! - she practically shouted, eyes lighting up. - Oh my- Of course I want to!

- Then start to pack your stuff, babe. We’re leaving tomorrow.

She held my hand and started to lead me upstairs, so I just smiled, and followed her to her bedroom. But then, when I thought everything couldn't be more perfect, just as we reached her bedroom door, she stopped. Her hand shot out to the doorframe, steadying herself. Her smile faltered. She looked dizzy, as if she was tired or nauseous or... weak.

- I’m fine - She said, her smile weak, but I was really not convinced. - just tripped.

- Sweetheart, - My hand reached her shoulder, my voice sweet and worried - have you eaten today?

- What? Of course I did… - she gave me a smile, shaking her head - Stop worry, Gee.

- Okay… - I sighed and nodded, but my gut twisted. I wasn’t about to stop.

She walked into the room and opened her closet, searching through the clothes and sorting out some black T-shirts.

- So, will you help me to pick my clothes? I have no idea where to begin… - she chuckled, showing me one of my own shirts she’d “borrowed” weeks ago. - I’m totally bringing this one with me.

I walked close to her, getting on her back and wrapping my arms around her waist.

- You should… it looks good on you - My lips touched the soft skin of her neck - everything looks good on you… you are beautiful, you know?

- You are so cheesy sometimes - She rolled her eyes, but I see the smile on her mouth, and a little blush on her cheeks.

- guilty… - i smirked, turning her to look at me, our noses brushing - But i’m just saying the truth

Our lips met, sweet and slow, her hands reached my jaw, pulling me close.

We spent the rest of the night packing. Well, she packed, I mostly sat on her bed and watched her panic over how many shirts to bring. Her excitement was real, but under it… I still saw the little things.

The way she swayed a little when she stood up too fast.

The way she avoided looking in the mirror when she changed.

The way she laughed it off every time I asked if she wanted something to eat.

By morning, we were on the road, the van loaded with gear and cheap snacks. Ray took the first shift driving, Frank was in the passenger seat, and I was in the backseat, between Mikey and my girlfriend.

- I'm happy you are here… - I said, wrapping my arms around her shoulder, pulling her closer - couldn’t bear to stay away from you for months…

- Yeah… me neither… - She kissed my temple, wrapping her arm around my waist - Thanks for inviting me…

- Don’t need to thank me - I turned just enough to look at her - Besides, I planned a lot of things for us to do…

- Can you guys stop being gross? - Mikey chimed in.

- You’re just jealous some other bassist isn’t here,- I shot back with a smug grin. - I couldn’t hold back a smirk.

- Shut up!

The sun was barely creeping over the horizon, and the van already smelled like Red Bull, sweat, and crushed chips. Mikey had passed out against the window with his headphones on, and Frank was making some kind of bizarre playlist war with Ray up front, arguing whether Sabbath or The Misfits should be next.

She sat quietly next to me, legs tucked under her, her cheek resting on her palm as she looked out the window. Her hair caught the morning light just right, and for a second, I forgot how worried I was.

I reached into the snack bag by my feet and pulled out a pack of mini pretzels, nothing fancy, just something.

- Hey, babe - I nudged her gently with my elbow, - You want some?

She blinked like she hadn’t heard me at first, then turned to me with a soft smile.

- No, I’m okay.

- You sure? - I held the bag out, trying to keep my voice light. - They’re not as terrible as they look.

She shook her head, still smiling, but I saw the hesitation. Like maybe she wanted to say yes, but something else was louder in her head. I didn’t push. Just opened the bag, grabbed a few for myself, and tossed it between us. She looked down at it, lips twitching like she was fighting a grin.

- Okay, kinda weird, but still keep me from starving - I mumbled through a mouthful.

She didn’t respond, just leaned her head back against the seat again. Five minutes passed. Ten. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her hand move. Slow. Casual.

She pulled the bag open and popped one into her mouth, like it was nothing.

I didn’t say anything. Didn’t look at her. But my heart ached in the best and worst way.

- See? - I said quietly, like we were in on a secret. - Not completely terrible.

She let out a soft laugh, almost sheepish, and nudged her knee against mine. I didn’t say it out loud, but in that moment, something in me unclenched. Even if it was just one pretzel.

At our first stop after a few hours on the road, she stepped out of the van and stretched with a soft sigh. The sun had dipped low, casting golden light over everything… and then I saw it. She was wearing one of my old T-shirts, the sleeves rolled up, just barely brushing her thighs. She tied her hair up without thinking, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe.

She looked incredible. And I couldn’t, for the life of me, understand how she didn’t see it. The way her body moved, graceful and real, all soft curves and quiet strength, she was a masterpiece. Like a painting no one could recreate, no matter how hard they tried.

I walked up to her, reached out without a word. She slid her hand into mine like she always did, like it belonged there.

- You are so pretty… - I murmured, my eyes locked on her.

- Gee-

- No, I mean it… - as she looked away, but i squeezed her hand gently - You are so fucking pretty…

- Keep saying that and i will combust - She smiled

- Nah… - I shook my head, and winked - Just making sure you know how lucky I am.

She rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth tugged into that crooked little smile I loved so much. Still hand in hand, we wandered into the 24-hour gas station shop, her fingers warm against mine.

The place was nearly empty, lit with the kind of too-bright fluorescent lights that made everything feel a little off. Frank and Mikey were already hunting for the weirdest energy drinks they could find, and Ray was arguing with the cashier about the price of beef jerky.

She wandered toward the snack aisle, scanning without much interest, arms crossed like a shield across her chest. I watched her for a second, trying not to make it obvious, then slipped over to the cooler in the back.

She once told me her favorite thing to eat on the road was strawberry milk and a pack of mini donuts, said it reminded her of being a kid. I never forgot.

So, I grabbed them.

When I came back, she was still pretending to be interested in some granola bar she wasn’t going to buy.

- Here,- I said, holding the stuff out like it was no big deal. - Thought you might want this.

- You remembered? - Her eyes widened just a little.

- Of course I did. - I shrugged, trying to sound casual. - Strawberry milk and fake powdered joy.

She laughed softly, actually laughed, and took them from my hands.

- Thanks, Gee.

- Anytime. - I leaned in, brushing a kiss to her cheek.

And then, she opened the pack. Took one of the donuts and popped it into her mouth like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I didn’t say anything. Didn’t want to make it weird or turn it into a moment. But inside, I felt like I could cry. Just a little.

She sipped the strawberry milk next, sighing contentedly as we made our way to the register. She ate. She smiled. It was small. But it was something.

We went back to the van, and before long, the road had lulled us all into that half-sleepy daze. Mikey was at the wheel now, sunglasses on even though the sun had already started to fade. Frank snored with his mouth wide open, Ray mumbled something about guitar strings in his sleep, and she curled up beside me with her head on my shoulder, warm and quiet.

I kept my arm around her, eyes half-closed, and tried not to think too hard about anything. Just her heartbeat near mine, the rhythm of the road, the soft buzz of being close to someone you love.

The next day flew by.

We were up early, venue chaos mode. Setting up amps, checking mics, fixing the lighting, arguing over the setlist like we didn’t already know it by heart. It was always like this, but I loved it. And this time? She was there. Watching. Laughing. Taking pictures of Frank doing something dumb with a mic stand. Dancing along to our soundcheck.

Her energy lit the whole place up.

- You nervous? - she asked, coming up behind me while I tuned my guitar.

- Nah, - I said, glancing over my shoulder. “Not when you’re here.”

She grinned and hugged me from behind, resting her cheek against my back. And for a second, everything felt right.

But then… later, we grabbed lunch, some greasy takeout from a place down the street, and she picked at it. Barely ate half a sandwich before pushing it away. I didn’t say anything right then. Just took a fry and nudged the container toward her.

- Try this,- I said. - They’re actually good. Not poison, I promise.

She rolled her eyes but popped one in her mouth, chewing slowly. I offered her more, and she didn’t say no. It was always like that, if I was eating and asked her to eat with me, she’d eat too. But never on her own. Never when she thought no one was paying attention.

By the time we hit backstage just before the show, she was bouncing on the balls of her feet, practically vibrating with excitement.

- You look hot in your stage outfit, - she teased, tugging at the lapel of my jacket.

- You’re one to talk, - I said, pulling her closer for a kiss. - You’re radiant.

- Shut up. - She laughed, blushing, then smacked my arm.

I kissed her before getting on stage, and the energy there was insane. Even performing for the small crowd in front of me, I kept looking at her, checking to be sure if she was okay.

But near the end of the set, something felt off.

It was during “Cubicles” when I glanced over again, something in me just tugged my eyes her way, and I saw her stumble a little. Not dramatically, just a small, clumsy tilt. She tried to steady herself against the wall, laughing it off like she tripped or lost her balance.

I missed a chord.

Ray looked at me, confused, but I covered it fast and kept going, even though my stomach had just twisted into a knot.

When we finished the last song, I barely said goodbye to the crowd. As soon as we were offstage, I rushed toward her.

- Babe? - I called, pushing past a crew guy. She was leaning on a flight case, hand pressed to her temple.

- I’m fine, - she said quickly, too quickly.

- You’re not, - I murmured, catching her elbow just as her knees buckled slightly. - Hey, hey, sit down.

I guided her to a folding chair against the wall. Her skin felt clammy, her eyes glassy. My heart hammered in my chest.

- I just got dizzy, - she said, brushing her hair out of her face. - It’s hot back here, and I haven’t slept -

- And you barely ate today, - I cut in gently. I crouched in front of her, brushing her hair behind her ear. - You scared the shit out of me.

She bit her lip and looked away, and that silence said more than any lie could.

- I’m okay now, Gee. I promise.

- You don’t look okay… - I said softly. - Let me help you. Please.

She didn’t answer at first. Just leaned forward, pressing her forehead to mine, eyes fluttering closed.

- Gee… I just… it's complicated, you know? - she whispered.

I kissed her knuckles and sat there with her, letting the world move around us for a minute, just her and me in the chaos, trying to hold on.

- You don’t have to say anything if it’s too hard, - I murmured, still holding her hand, - but you don’t have to go through this alone, okay?

Her fingers tightened around mine. She still wasn’t looking at me, but her breathing hitched, just a little. Like she was holding something in.

- I know it doesn’t make sense, - she finally said, voice barely above a whisper. - But sometimes... it’s like I'm not good enough unless I’m... less."

That word hit me like a punch.

- You don’t have to be less, - I said, instantly. My voice cracked. I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her hand, then to her temple. - God, if you only saw what I see when I look at you.

She finally looked at me. Eyes shining. Scared. Vulnerable.

- You’re beautiful, - I said, and I meant it so much it almost hurt. - Not just like, ‘cute outfit’ or ‘pretty smile’ beautiful. I mean… you light up every room. You make the darkest things feel soft. And I love you. All of you.

She blinked hard, and a single tear slipped down her cheek. I caught it with my thumb.

- You don’t have to be well overnight, - I went on. - Just let me be here. Let me remind you to eat. Let me worry about you and hold you tight when you need.

She let out a shaky breath, then nodded, leaning into me again, her arms wrapping tight around my neck.

- Okay… - she whispered.

I closed my eyes, holding her close, feeling the rise and fall of her chest against mine.

- That’s all I ask, - I said softly. - We’ll figure it out together.

- Thank you, Gee… - She said, looking deep in my eyes, with a shaky voice - I love you

- I love you too… More than anything.

And as the backstage chaos buzzed back to life around us, shouts and clanging equipment and post-show adrenaline, I held her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.

Because to me, she was.

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So... That's it! hope u like it! feedbacks are always welcome!

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ratsoh-writes · 1 month ago

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heyyyy rat a tat! matchup time uwu! last three times we did this I got charm, butch and stitches, I'm excited to see who I get this time

hobbies: I have way too many- I'm constantly shifting hyperfixtations! gardening and growing plants is one of the big ones (pretty self explanatory)! exploration + wandering; I enjoy getting lost and seeing new things! I like making friends with people, learning about them, and helping them (as you could probably tell). I love learning, and medical science is one of my passions. arts, crafts, writing, gaming, reading, embordiery, baking- there are so many things I love doing you'll probably always find me busy doing something. I loathe sitting still!

strengths: I'm a bubbly, high-energy kinda gal! I'm friendly, empathetic, forgiving, and always willing to learn and try new things! I'm a curious and easily excited soul and am always open to an adventure. I'm very perseverant- once I set my mind to something, I'll stick to it and work hard. I would do anything for the people I care about! I believe everyone is worth giving a chance- so troubled pasts or dangerous skills don't bother me one bit. I like being playful and a bit mischevous; chaos is my specialty! I'm also very affectionate so expect lots of cuddling, random gifts, and tackle hugs lol.

weaknesses: I tend to catastrophize a lot, and can get anxious at the drop of a hat. I'm pretty high strung, and rarely ever truly relax because my brain is never quiet. I'm disorganized and abandon self-care when I'm too focused or on a bad day. I stuggle to focus on things and complete them in one go, and am pretty reckless to the point of poor self-preservation lmao. I usually don't think things through once I get an idea in my head. my self esteem isn't the greatest, which can make me a bit of a doormat. it's hard for me to stand up for myself- I avoid confrontation at all costs.

pet peeves: I don't really dislike anyone- but people who are arrogant or entitled annoy me. people who are patronizing get on my nerves- look, I know I might not be the brightest or organized, but ya don't gotta rub it in my face!

dealbreakers: I need someone who's able to take things slow if it's romantic; i'm pretty shy for quite a while and I will most definately run for the hills if things start going too fast. people who don't communicate clearly. i need things spelled out for me sometimes and people who choose to be passive agressive with their greivances instead of straight up telling me would drive my anxiety through the roof. I need someone who's patient with me, so someone who easily loses their temper would just make me miserable. people who get jealous, overprotective or suspicious easily probably wouldn't do well with me- I like making friends with everyone I meet and occasionally dissapear out of nowhere

and that's a wrap, have fun rats!

-wisteria

Ehehehhe alright wist, I match you with…… ROOST! Birdfell sans!

Roost is a great choice for a chaotic friendly SO! Cause guess what? He also tends to make buddies with the shadiest characters! He really has no grounds to bug you about it with his track record lol. Also he’s likely to get along with most that you bring into your circle. Roost is reliable at keeping conflict to a minimum. He’s no pushover for sure, but he doesn’t care to search out fights either.

As you know, man works at a little florists shop. Y’all could become the flower power couple together! Your magic, his knowledge, all combined into one big massive floral explosion!!!!

Roost is an experienced lover. He’s had many relationships over the years so is good at reading his SOs tells for when they’re feeling shy or nervous about something. He can match your pace and is fine taking things slow for someone he’s committed to!

He’s a bit lazy when it comes to keeping the home clean, so this can be tricky when mixed in with an absent minded SO. Your house often looks like a tornado ran though it until you drag roost into a frenzied cleaning spree, or he drags you into one knowing his sister is coming over for a visit lol

#ratsoh matchups

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decepti-thots · 2 years ago

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☕ MTOs & specifically what do you think they were going for with that?

MTOs are an interesting narrative thing to me in the sense that they really are so localised to only one part of the canon; they're very clearly Roberts' idea and only really matter, inasmuch as they do matter, in MTMTE. It's pretty clear to me that's the case for one specific reason: they'd actually fit SUPER well into the narrative arc of exRiD, especially early-to-mid RiD, but they basically never come up! You'd think 'neutrals and soldiers stuggling to cohabit socially and politically' would be prime fodder (lmao) for taking advantage of a narrative about mechs born of and into war coming back to a civilian life on a planet they really don't know. And yet.

What they're doing in that comic, in MTMTE, is a little headscratching to me at times. It feels, to be honest, somewhat like worldbuilding put in to make the texture of the backstory of the war feel grander than IDW had really managed up to that point in actual on-panel stuff, without a lot of thought when doing so in the moment as to the knock on implications going forward. MTMTE does this a few times, tries to use vague gestures at important sounding stuff to bring a greater sense of history and depth to the war in the face of the actual stuff we saw in phase one being. Mmmm. Basically just twenty dudes we already know shooting at each other across parking lots. LMAO.

(Sidenote: I know for a fact Roberts watched original flavour nuWho, and this is PEAK Russell T Davies doing worldbuilding when he was on Doctor Who, and I fully believe he was cribbing from that playbook. Every damn episode RTD would make them just sort of say stuff about the Time War that made it sound incredibly vast and textured and complex but which, crucially, never made any actual fucking sense. Good examples of stuff like this would be the Crucible, the Simanzi massacre, etc. This is, to be clear, a neutral observation, not praise or criticism per se.)

I say this because MTOs should probably be a bigger deal in terms of the impact on our cast, and their outlook on life and reasons for joining the quest, than they wind up being. An MTO is a character with no experience of living in peacetime at all, likely no experience of Cybertron, no sense of kinship or home necessarily to the planet they came "back" to. All of this provides a really clear motivation, given the implication most surviving non-neutral Cybertronians are now MTOs due to huge numbers of deaths, to join a quest like the Lost Light's! But it tends not to come up much, and I think it's because it wasn't really part of the plan. Later on, there's room to slot in some details here and there- Riptide talking about his experiences with being infodumped at by the 'training' comes to mind- but it takes a while for the comic to come back round to that.

The two big exceptions, of course, are Getaway and Brainstorm. The idea is definitely interacting with their characters more, though again, it... tends to come up later. Especially for Getaway, who I'm not convinced was originally conceived as an MTO, but had it slotted in a bit later as 'well that works' stuff tbh. (And it does, so that's fine!) Which leaves Brainstorm, who lies about being forged to throw off suspicion, who it's implied never got the time of day from Quark in a way I wouldn't be surprised we're supposed to assume is some kind of remaining bias, perhaps. Who didn't see a future for himself 'back on Cybertron' and so concocted a very weird plan to avoid having to. Who never got a choice about his 'side' in the war, and wound up with no real loyalty for anyone.

I think if there's any avenue I'd have liked to see more about MTOs via, it's Brainstorm. I wish there'd been more room to focus on that instead of (I'm so sorry shippers) his thing with Perceptor as the way to talk about his sense of inadequacy, tbh. What did it feel like, lying to Chromedome about remembering a pre-war life he never got a chance to experience? Being made to shoot people and be shot and escaping the fate of having that be the only thing he ever knew by the skin of his teeth? Not being able to imagine an end to the war, so all he wants to do is save one guy and run off with him as a pipe dream? That seems like the character where a lot of this stuff should naturally lie, to me. And I think it's a shame I've seen very little talk in fandom about it!

#ask meme

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kald-dal-art · 1 year ago

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I'd love your thoughts on Cashmere and Gloss' relationship!! the way ive always thought abt them is that gloss stuggled a lot with his views on the capitol after winning. it was hard to place the life he had been conditioned into desiring with what actually happened after his games. Cashmere volunteering kinda sent it into a tailspin. Seeing how much the games hurt and took from his sister made him face these internal issues head on. I'd love your thoughts

I definitely imagine he wasn’t fully for Cashmere being in the games. He knew what the games entails and the life afterwards, so he probarbly trid to get Cashmere not to do it. Even added it a bit in my fic about the D6 Victors briefly

(For Context IG it’s during the Victory Tour dinner)

I definitely think that his popularity as a Victor heightened a lot after his sister’s win though, think even though it’s common for family members of Victors to be in the games, it’s not common that they win, so it was a huge deal. Also touch upon it briefly in the same fic lmao

But imagine after the games they are extremely close in both a very fake way of only doing it for press, but also being close in the way that they are the only ones that understand each other. Where that part of the relationship is more real and the cameras aren’t there for. Think maybe at first Cashmere resented Gloss a bit for not “warning” her fully what this life entailed, but after a while she realises he had his hands tied to what he could say afterwards in his Victory so yeah.

#eva answers stuff #thg headcanons #district 1 #cashmere thg #gloss thg #the victors #but yeah tragic siblings for life #can imagine they had massive stage parents

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sonicasura · 4 months ago

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Lol, thats one guffy tiger pic there Sonic. Defently something Bakko has done when swimming before he go his aqua from.

You bet he did. But it also cement just how different the three of them are, culture and spieces wise. Kafka was so confused when Mina, Soshiro and the others panicked when he gave them a box that still had actual working dynamite inside. Reno was the only human who rolled his eyes up and could not help but mutter "At least it was not a active sea bomb from WW2". He should have kept his mouth shut to say the least.

Boy did both Kafka and Reno have some explaining to do. The other kaijufied merfolk are gonna be a huge help for Lailis more then you think Sonic. Many of them have experience or ways to teach things Kafka just can't given there are some key differences between the two of them. There are meet ups, done secretly as you said to avoid the pods that hunts them down.

Which is another thing Lailis has to get used to. That there are pods out there that will hunt her down to their dying day no matter what. These pods are very zealous in their duty to keep monsters like her and Kafka away or dead.

Anyways. Now how those Mina and Soshiro give Kafka courting gifts then? While Lailis parents are great at giving them the needed knowledge and understanding on how such things works, theres little they can give as courting gifts to Kafka. At least by siren standereds. Gold or other materials humans see great vaule are next to useless for sirens. Kafka don't even need more gold given his hoard, and even though he can use it as a way to make special enchanted pieces, gold is at most seen as a metal used for decor only.

So its safe to say the two stuggle in this. They however learn that fabric based items are a very rare thing among sirens. Mainly because their only source is old sails and the clothes from dead humans. So they have at least something to work with. That being said, Kafka is very different from your usual siren as well so that adds another challenge for the two humans.

But gifts are the only thing done when sirens courts their mate to be. Fancy displays and dances are a way to impress. Many spending countless years of their life to perfect their moves for the day they finally find the one. Singing is the most important bit and Lailis mom is willing to teach both Mina and Soshiro tradisional songs she believes the two are able to sing to without much issue. Which also ends up with the two humans take vocal lessons as well just to make sure they are doing it right. Neither ain't tone deft, luckly, but they certainly needs some traning in the singing department.

Giving and showing off your best catch yet is also part of it. Hunting is a vital skill for all merfolk, and thuse showing you can infact provided for both or any future add ones by yourself is a strong deciding factor for a lot of merfolk. Like with penguins in a way, as one parent often has to stay behind to protect their new children while the other goes and get the food.

Kafka however has a issue in that his only way to show this is by hunting kaijus and give that as a offering of skillful hunting. Not that Mina or Soshiro really cares about this part. They already know Kafka is a very skilled fighter and hunter underwater. That don't mean they aren't awed by what Kafka shows up with and the DF find themself with a lot more kaiju material to use. Which everyone likes really. They also make sure to give Kafka most of the meat as thanks.

LMAO He would accidentally give them explosives cause it looked interesting. The Defense Force probably has some experience handling said items. I imagine they use bombs for more difficult kaiju to soften them up.

Lailis probably dreams about a day where pods didn't hunt their Pseudo Kaiju counterparts. Times do change so it might be that way someday. No one shoots her thought down.

Fun fact, for the Mermaid episode of Kaiju No. 8 Minute it's canon that Mina does karaoke. She mentions her singing score being 89/100 and wanting to get 90 for the next round. Looks like our poor Vice Captain has some catching up.

I imagine Mina and Soshiro making Kafka cloth accessories. Human form being scarfs to blankets while siren gets cloth rings for fingers/horn tips. A pretty unique gift.

I have the image of Kafka bringing in a big fish like tuna alongside his kaiju catch. The latter in particular for sushi since he has no clue if humans can eat kaiju meat. Our himbo at least knows the material can go for their suits and weapons so extra protection there.

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residenthgl · 7 months ago

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@gunzoeg gonna reply in a post because i have no ability (or desire) to be succinct lol!

when life gets messy, i tend to rely on my discipline to access that peaceful, compassionate space. or maybe “practice” and “habits” are better words—i know “discipline” can have negative connotations for a lot of people. i’ve spent years developing and practicing habits that reflect my desire/need for a regulated nervous system, tranquility, enjoyment, and rest. i should note that i’ve always had a disciplined personality when it comes to exploring my attitude, habits, and spiritual practice (who i am being, what i am choosing, how i am relating to my mind/body/environment/sense of the spiritual, and what experience all that creates) and i can even be a bit obsessively disciplined abt that stuff 😅

i chose this method of relying on habit because i’m a recovering perfectionist lmao! i used to feel like my lifestyle practices were only successful if i was always able to stay in that place of peace and compassion. which is so unrealistic! but with age, i realized that creating and practicing nourishing habits is something that i can gift myself as a way to embrace my imperfection. habits show up for me when i break down, slip up, have no fucking energy to try, etc.

the habit that’s most helpful for me when life gets messy is probably listening to my body / my mind knowing when to surrender to whatever is going on + rest (whatever kind of rest is needed; mental, emotional, physical, etc). a lot of my stuggling when life gets messy usually comes from my own overthinking, impatience, and inability to accept what is. “Calm of heart and clear of mind, we are guided forward instinctually like a tide carrying out from the shore.” —scott zook

i also feel the struggling is a tension of life that’s necessary & i think embracing the fact the we do/will struggle is compassion in practice :) life is so chaotic and very very hard!! being human is A LOT! i know this is so cliche but there really are so many potent lessons in struggling to access that peaceful, compassionate space when life gets messy. that cliche can inspire a trust in reality (and i feel that humans are one of the many creative expressions of reality, so this is a trust in self too). and trust often creates peace. struggling is just so human and i love being human. that’s a big part of it too. i love being human and so i’ve come to love the struggles of being human too. i think this attitude always leads back to compassion and peace because it’s an attitude of love and total acceptance of both life and self. and love is a limitless doorway that can navigate any mess. i guess it’s also a kind of gratitude for the moments of struggle rather than condemning the struggle (or the self for struggling). “Everyone needs to be loved, especially those who do not deserve it.” there’s a bliss in embracing all.

"And it was the touch of the imperfect on the wouldbe perfect that gave the sweetness, because it was that which gave the humanity." — Thomas Hardy

“Certainty is the enemy of faith. Faith can only live within the skeptic. The unsure. The anxious.” —Nainoa Rosehill

“Peace is this moment without judgment.

That is all. This moment in the Heart-space

where everything that is is welcome.

Peace is this moment without thinking

that it should be some other way,

that you should feel some other thing,

that your life should unfold according to your plans.

Peace is this moment without judgment,

this moment in the heart-space where

everything that is is welcome.” —poem by Dorothy Hunt

the habits i rely on today and the amount of peace & compassion i experience only exist because of every time i struggle/d with life’s messiness, had my desire to stay in that peaceful & compassionate space challenged, and had to figure out how to navigate that. in the process, i found my sense of compassion and peace often flowed from practicing being ok with the fact that i was (temporarily) struggling in the first place. i plan on practicing this for the entirety of my life. “…The long way around to a very simple quality that would mean nothing unless it were first gone. Suffering and self-knowledge. All comes easy; nothing comes easy—the riddle of destiny.”

hope this is enjoyable to read and answers your question :) thanks for asking, it was fun to reflect on this

Is there a connection between our awareness and the nature of reality? Do our intentions or thoughts influence the world around us?

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antiyourwokehomophobia2 · 3 years ago

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How do u get a gf? Do u have any dating advice 4 lesbians with no dating experience? Do u know places I can meet other lesbians?

Lesbian tinder is full with men identifying as trans and nonbinary 😕, lesbians bars r filled with males and bisexual women, lesbian reddit communities r also filled with males and bi women, at this point most lesbian spaces r filled with males and bi women. I only wanna date and have sex with other lesbians, actual lesbians. And I’m tired of TRAs telling lesbians we need 2 be open 2 dating and having sex with males and like penis.

I’m stuggling 2 find other lesbians. Lately I’ve only been seeing larpers, fetishizers and lesbophobes😕. Sometimes when I think I find other lesbians most of the time it’s a male inclusive “lesbian”, a male, or a bisexual girl talking about how much she loves dick and it’s aggravating me. I don’t know what do 2 at this point. I feel lonely and stressed out.

Sorry 4 trauma dumping🙁

I mean, I don't share the sentiment of "only wanting to date lesbians" at all, so I'm not sure how helpful my advice would be for you.

That being said, I DO have a gf that I had to go out and meet so here's what I did:

Actually leave my dorm. We met at college so that might be a bit of an advantage, but I didn't have to talk to anyone at all. Fun fact, I was actually kinda pursuing her roomie for a hot second there 💀 but I refused to let college be a let down. You know something? I actually got to meet Josh from drake and Josh during my freshman year, and it's NOT even the most memorable thing that happened to me that year. I brought it up with my gf and she said "oh yea, I forgot [meeting Josh] happened". THAT'S how much shit we did freshman year. It was wild.

Don't be afraid to make the first move. I asked her out to dinner. I asked to be alone with her so I could express my feelings, even though I was literally SO nervous.

My specific advice to you would be: even if you don't like those bi girls, maybe you could befriend them at least? Ones you actually like though, don't just use people. Lgb people usually find each other. Have you considered that the best way to find a gf isn't necessarily meeting the perfect girl yourself, but being introduced to the perfect girl via a friend? Through my gf, I've found a gay guy, tons of bi girls, and one lesbian. So maybe your first stop on your path to finding a girlfriend is to drop the "girl" part and looking for lgb friends at all. Before I was dating my gf, I went to a dance and saw a REALLY pretty girl who was in a group. I pulled one of the group members aside and asked if she was gay. Unfortunately, she didn't know, but two of my friends went to go ask her directly for me 💀💀💀. Turns out that she was "pan" and thought I was cute. I asked her to dance, and the rest is (unfortunately very bitter) history 🥴. All that to say that friends--good friends--will do absolute wonders for you!!!

Don't be a pessimist lmao. I left my "I'm never gonna find a gf, ever" thinking behind in high school. Do not give up!! In my first year of college, I literally met three women who were into me. I never would've met them if I just got discouraged.

I'm not sure if this helped, but that's all I know from my personal experience with this endeavor.

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charmixpower · 3 years ago

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Of course!

Original post here

So, stuff Flora would do with the guys!

Sky is a bit of an emotionally unintelligent dork who stuggles to understand people, and Flora as someone with hyper empathy naturally gravitates to people who can balance that part of her (see: how well she gets along with Helia, Tecna, and Riven). So they often chat about recent affairs and the like. They both have a hard time sticking up for themselves, so I'm imagining them encouraging eachother to stand up as someone who understands. Flora also loves Lady with all her heart

Brandon and Flora I can see like cooking together? Like Brandon is the most domestic of the guys and Flora is the most domestic of the girls, fight me, any time the group goes to the beach or needs to take their own food anywhere these two make the food. I think they'd have a very warm sort of friendship based on being chill, understanding, and the mom of each of their friend groups. Sometimes they talk about the most recent gossip and make a game plan about keeping it from getting bad lol. Please imagine they group is all at a rental house on vacation, Brandon and Flora woke up first and are making light chatter making breakfast, joking around with eachother, and talking about how much they love their friends. THEY'RE WARM

Timmy is in desperate need of a mom friend, and Flora is right there. She helps him with so much stuff, like public speaking or confessing to Tecna, and he helps her study (because Tecna doesn't care about grades lmao) most of their friendship is based around Tecna and this is fine. I think Timmy's inventions would be more low key compared to Tecna's and are made for like...normal people to use, unlike Tecna's which are made for Tecna and anyone as smart as Tecna. So Flora gets to have fun testing out his inventions and telling him if their user friendly. Timmy and Flora are also peer reviewers for eachother, like on papers they need help with.

Riven and Flora just kinda get along. I can't see them really doing anything with eachother except talking. They like eachothers presence. Riven chills out around Flora bc she just exudes good will, and Flora thrives around stronger personalities (like Tecna) who she can lovingly mock. Anytime they're in a group and their partners/best friends have run off I think they just kinda vibe talking about what's going on with them. Riven is in the survivalist track in RF so he can keep up with a lot of her wild plant rants. They're acquaintances with really positive opinions of eachother

Nabu I think is very in tune with the magic around him, and is already ready to learn more about magic. Their learning buddies. They like dry informative books and practical application of ideas they read about. Stella is gagging somewhere. I think Nabu's interest in Aisha Morphix would easily translate into interest in Flora's magical plants she keeps creating. Nabu is reading a magical biology book as Flora explains how she creates her own plants for her magic spells. It quickly turns into a chollage course on the subject and most people have fled, being unable to keep up with the science behind magic (Tecna and Riven understand what their talking about, because it's this stuff that Tecna thrives on and these concepts are integral to the way Riven does increasingly weird shit with his witch magic. But the plant biology stuff is taking them out. They lasted the longest). Nabu is also very interested in healing, which is Flora's speciality. These two are NERDS!!! MAGICAL NERDS!!! YOUR HONOR THEY'RE CLOSE FRIENDS AND I LOVE THEM

#winx club #winx flora #winx headcanons #rus chatters #winx sky #winx brandon #winx timmy #winx riven #winx nabu

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deafeninggardenerpanda · 3 years ago

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If ur still doing that ask game uh 002 metadede ship wishlist :D

mario WAHOO noise great job starting self-indulgent hours anon (thank you)

002 | Send me a ship and I will tell you:

When I started shipping them:

i had to check my archives for this. apparently the first metadede post i reblogged was january 2020, but looking at that post i think i shipped them even a bit before that. i do very clearly remember however, when i first joined the fandom and saw that ship, that i thought it was weird and that i thought shipping kirby characters/circles in general was kinda weird. hahahahaha oh my gosh look at me now

My thoughts:

they're idiots 💖 they make each other lose braincells and feed each others bad ideas. more than that, they know that they dont have to act a certain way in front of each other. they dont need to impress or feel like they need to set an certain example, so they can really relax and have fun. adult to adult friendship 🤝

What makes me happy about them:

okay okay repeating myself a lot around here but hey two sole adults with a long history. hating each other but then being forced to get to know each other and then LEARNING TO RESPECT AND ESTABLISH MUTUAL TRUST. im so weak for enemies to friends i cant get over it 🤦‍♂️

What makes me sad about them:

hmmm nothing? i loooove drama between these two lmao so very little could make me sad about them. unless in canon they said explicitly they dont trust each other that would be sad 👎

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

i don't actually read that much fanfic, i think the metadedes ive read were just oneshots/otherwise really short and im gonna be honest i dont remember what happens in most of them. trying my best though, im gonna answer this with i think conflicts are solved too easily. its like one snuggle later and everythings okay. to be fair most metadede centered fics are fluff/comfort so whatever you know, i dont go in expecting that stuff from it

Things I look for in fanfic:

as said before i dont read much fanfic, especially long fanfic. i like short oneshots :) but if i did read long fanfic 👇 see below

My wishlist:

*deep breath* i want more metadede content where they drive in the enemies to friends to lovers. i want them to be the biggest mess ever and argue all the time and be petty and kick each others asses before they understand each other. the kf2 novel was pretty fun in that regard. this might be an unpopular opinion but as i said before just hhrhrhghg when theres stuggle it makes the end result more rewarding. the boys gotta work for their happy end

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

meta with whoever honestly, theres a ton of candidates out there. metagala or metaroach esp though. and dedede i guess with queen ripple. i dont ship those two but i hc that dedede had a crush on her for a while

My happily ever after for them:

kinda thought about this before and its a bittersweet answer. not cause i love sad stuff and drama in my ship this time surprisingly.

meta loves doing his own thing. taking some stuff from the novels (i think puppet princess in this case) he likes living freely, that's why he doesn't serve under anyone or take orders. he travels the universe a lot for one reason or another, and i think he can't live without exploring and adventuring. compared with dedede who likes being grounded in one place to protect everyone and cant leave dreamland, their lifestyles are incompatible. i cant imagine them settling down together like couples usually would. best case scenario i have is meta is only out some parts of the year, so he visits and lives in dreamland as much as he can, and he calls dedede often when he cant. bit of a long distance relationship :')

#kirby #metadede #asks #anonymous #dgp askgame #something yall will come to know about me if you havent already #is that all of my interpretations of characters are just bigger assholes.#AHOLES WITH A BIG HEART THAT ARE GRADUALLY IMPROVING THEMSELVES #what can i say i love them #also hope this doesnt make me sound like i just hate all soft metadede #no if you make soft metadede content i owe you my life dont forget that

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DO YOU HAVE MARX HEADCANONS!!!!!!?!?!?’v?????????? please

QSWEFREWQERT

HELL YEAH I DO. (im glad someone finally asked me for my utter brainrot)

(im sorry this caught me off gaurd and made me laugh)

(this will be long, as you may or not be aware of ricopop i do not shut the fuck up about this grape and these hcs are from two years of obsession and brainrot)

LETS BEGIN

regular headcannons: marx some what regrets milky way wishes but tends to hide it with mischievous actions.

he's still a little shit at times but has gotten more behaved and wants to change his past but knows he cant

he loves playing/messing with kirby and kinda pretends to hate him.

smug bitch at times

he kinda acts like a cat sometimes and will purr when petted or playing.

he goes through phases of extreme hunger and becomes demonic like (kinda terrifying)

he can use the claws on his wings as replacement hands

(he likes sweets and desserts obviously)

species headcannons: scarfy/noddy hybrid

age headcannon: 15-20 (teenager to young adult)

relationship headcannons: magolor is his friend (i won't yeet my ships into here but lover would be mag's too) he's aqquainted with taranza,susie and the other dream friends except the mages.

he likes king dedede, hates mk, okay with kirby but pretends to hate his guts, indifferent on bandee.

other hcs: marx has a chewing problem so magolor bought him a chew toy (i said this in a insane ramble a few days ago)

he has an issue with sitting still.

he tends to get nervous alot when he feels stressed and will chew on his claws or fiddle with them/his bowtie

he can't control his magic sometimes

his wings are bit sensitive due to being unatural so touching them sometimes may hurt him

his tongue is long

he eats food either by normal method or saying fuck it and splitting himself in half and eating it like that (blackhole)

when he's lonely he'll try and find magolor and force him to play by teleporting or attacking his cape by pouncing on it.

he forgot which beachballs explode.

he's surprisinly interested in science, math, reading and technlogical stuff but doesn't wanna make that stuff himself.

he loves drawing though it's hard for him. but he tries.

hates baking now. (refer to one of the most recent offcial channel ppp artworks poor thing is stuggling)

(refer to older posts for the eye headcannons)

he likes flowers. mostly just likes looking at them. he likes things that look cool or interesting.

{refer to older posts for the whole fiddling thing full explanation}

marx is kinda shy of strangers but his jester attitude makes him a little braver

he puts on a persona.

he acts very child-like at times but hates being treated like a kid.

he loves affection but he seems too scary due to his past so magolor satisfies all his affection needing needs.

after milky way wishes marx was a bit mentally damaged and people were afraid of him which made him very depressed.

he's the one who got magolor to (return to dreamland plot)

he can see in the dark and his eyes glow.

he's kinda scared of purely dark places so he uses his wings to light up places.

(he also uses them as a night light)

the wings crystals/scales brightness depend on how much energy he has.

romance makes marx shy/nervous and seeing couples kissing is icky to him.

he likes giving gifts to friends.

he tends to take advantage of peoples fear of him by tricking them or making them do things for him hence why nobody still truly trusts him.

he gets angry easily at times

he still loves tricks and pranks.

lego fun for him

he sucks at conversation somtimes

magolor has lost alot of things as marx when he likes someone to get their attention he'll steal things from them.

he likes stealing

marx wants to make friends but doesn't know how and due to peoples fear of him he can't

he likes to dress up sometimes and is indecisive.

(i think i'll stop for now.. lmao. there's so much qwq)

#marx #headcannons #marx headcannon #jester is rambling again #jester's insane rambles #ask response #sorry not sorry

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mochuelovelli · 5 years ago

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Fix-It AU for the Moonvasion Arc!

I would like to preface this by saying that this is gonna seem real fanfic-y and for that I am sorry. I want to bullet point some ways to change some aspects of S2 from Whatever Happened to Donald Duck?! onwards.

Whatever Happened to Donald Duck?!:

The segment that shows the McDuck/Duck family tree has Donald Crossed out not because he is captured but Lunaris PLANNED to kill him before going to Earth once he would basically tortured him for information

Donald is tripped by Lunaris which makes him land on Penumbra, allowing him to sneak the device under his hat as it falls off without Lunaris noticing. After Lunaris explains his plan he throws Donald and the scene transpires as normal, save for Don attaching the clamp to Lunaris and finding the remote.

Lunaris still ends up getting the upper hand and punching Don away but he reveals the remote and presses it. Only for it to, of course, get broken on impact and the rest of the scene transpires normally.

[Here is the biggest change]The rocket DOES end up exploding. It makes it to Earth's atmosphere but of course the bullet hits one of Scrooge's satellite and rickashays back to the moon again. Upon realizing he is going to crash, Donald jumps out but just in time as the blast from the pod knocks him semi-conscious.

Last shot is him falling toward a crater and shows Donald gaining conscious only for him to see he is falling into the moonmite's mouth but doesn't reach beyond making a groan and the scene cuts to black with the jaw snapping sound (alternatively it can just cut to black as he falls)

The Jones Scene ends with Scrooge saying the same line about not paying Donald bills. Only he also adds once closing the door, "Fallacious tightwad, I ain't payin' for some leeching city counselor. I'll find that lad a proper therapist when he gets back. One that doesn't have an arachnoid infestation." *cue spider coming to crawl on Scrooge's face before he chucks it off*

Webby's line is cut down to "Well I guess there really wasn't some big mystery to solve." But the kids' lines stay the same frome there on.

Scrooge gets only Donald screaming "Uncle Scrooge!" before the audio cuts to audio to one of Mrs. Crackshell-Cabera's novelas due to the satellite being damaged(does that make sense? No but neither do moonpeople). You could probably make a suggestive joke here about cruises and Scrooge's line can stay the same. The camera pans up as the line is delivered still but it is just a shot where the moon is in focus. That or it's the satellite falling instead.

Happy Birthday, Doofus Drake! until Moonvasion:

(know it would be a pain in the ass, but I think it be cool to edit the intro to remove/replace Donald during the time he isn't shown in an ep. Though I guess they don't change the intro until season 3 so yeah. Mainly wanted to give the illusion that he is "missing" to scare anyone under 8 that "oh no maybe he is GONE gone just to be a prick

The Golden Armory of Cornelius Coot!

Trim down the Bigtime C plot like a LOT. Maybe end that original scene with Ma Beagle by having Bigtime lean on something (statue, standing on some "moss") and fall down to the caves.

The cart scene with Bigtime still happens but that cut back from Launchpad and Della doesn't happen until after Della yells at Launchpad when she is flying. (So not the scene where Louie is kicking rocks)

Maybe cut the scenes where Bigtime is bragging about "finding a name for himself" and just have one scene where he ties up the boys and saves his family but they argue and waste time til Della and Webby come back. The end where Ma says BT is welcome back is cut as well, she just says it and then complains about the popcorn

After the scene with LP, Della and Webby, the camera pans up to the sky so a transition to the moon happens. Transition zooms out to reveal Penumbra looking at the Earth with her spear, before she turns upon hearing the moonmite screech and readys herself.

The moonmite is then shown crawling up from a hole at first by itself before Donald's torse is revealed, his hair is a bit longer and feathers are ruffled. Penumbra stands down and looks a bit more open before asking "Did anyone see you?"

Donald just says no before hopping off, of course falling along with the equipment he brought. The shot is focused on Penumbra looking towards Donald's silhouette as he gets up.

She then asks "How's the leg?" To which the camera cuts back to Donald and we see him in full view, his model is similar to when he is on the island only way less beard and his hair isn't quite as long yet. But the most notably difference is that his right leg from the knee down is now a golden prosthesis. Don responds with "Fine, thanks for making it for me."

Penumbra turns back as Donald is shown to clumsily put the equipment on a nearby table and says "I couldn't have forgiven myself if I let Della's brother die." Donald nearly falls over again before she turns to face him and asks if he is ready to which he nods before they turn and the camera reveals the broken Spear of Selene. Penumbra's voice is heard then saying "Then Let's get you home." Before the ep ends.

The Richest Duck in the World!:

Everything is the same except when Penumbra calls, She says "This is LT. Penumbra calling for her friend Della Duck!-" [Della's Line] "All of your defense satellite just went down for some reason. Della-" Familiar quacking can be heard and Della even questions it before Donald's voice comes on. "Della!" "Donald!" Della parrots as she grabs the SATCOM box. "There's going to be an invasion! He's coming for the kids!" Episode ends the same from here.

[I'll make a second post l8r since I planned this to come out before 10 and it's already almost 1130 so yeah. Literally all these changes are basically to set up a bit of a stronger connection between Della and Donald (as well as giving Donald more screen time) by having the twins mirror each other a bit more. I personally headcanon that like Donald, Della is unlucky as well but in a different way. Where Donald has bad luck everyday of his life which mostly comes in the form of physical harm (secondly it would be emotional harm), Della's bad luck comes in the form where she is just as "lucky" as the rest of her family (maybe discounting Louie) but while she enjoyed 20ish years of adventuring relatively unscathed, she then crashes on the moon after a freak storm happens and is stuck there for over a decade. To me, her struggles on the moon in Whatever Happened to Della Duck?! And The Golden Spear! really showcases her bad luck, almost as if the universe decided to throw the biggest karma bomb at her all at once. But just like her brother she is fuelled with determination and love for her family in order to survive anything, she just has to do it all by herself (another thing which is worse for her bc she doesn't have them) at that point. And it isn't a one and done thing, it's something permit as she now is literally 11 years behind on parenting and the show continues to show her stuggle with that. By having Donald lose his leg and have a journey back to his family that's quicker than Della's (along with having company from nearly the beginning) it parallels that unluckiness the Duck twins have. It also can serve as a plot for future eps (well fake eps lmao).

Ik that this au wouldn't have been possible as Disney would be really anal about having one of their mascots have a total design change. Unless they really wanted to milk having characters with prosthetics for park days or whatever, maybe it wouldn't be THAT big of a deal aside from some fluff articles. I realize though, it might overshadow Della's trauma so ideally I would hope to figure out or map out an ep where it would be addressed along with some other family issues.]

#let me know what yall think #feel free to leave an ask or just comment!#ducktales 17 #dt17 #della duck #donald duck #penumbra #scrooge mcduck #hdlw #hdl #Moonvasion #au #fix it au #fit it fic in the future #ducktales

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