#but oo the high of creating new things

[eraseur]

//the urge to shake all of u to write new stuff with me rn vs the need to reply to the 23 drafts i have

[greatkittydream]

The Creature from the dungeon. 1

"thinking"

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Journal entry 1

I've kept a collection of my thoughts to keep myself from going fucking insane and that if any sentient life were to find this they may be able to decipher it Leaving the basic letters of the alphabet above obviously.

okay let's recount the day me one Jacob Augustine, I was about to attend my first year of college to become an bioengineer, I just graduated high school with steady A's and B's and was planning to become an bioengineer. One in a medical field at that.

On the week before summer ended, I was making my way down to a convenience store a block away from where I live. mostly complaining that I feel like I'm wasting my life away, thinking of what else I can do to make sure once I die, I won't die with regrets. And then bam, I end up here.

Here being some.... have no fucking idea how to describe this biome, it has the floral density of a jungle yet not nearly enough insects or Wildlife to be a jungle it's more like a collection of plants than anything else. I have met sparse few insects in this jungle? It has animals, but oddly enough, no fungus.

Which is weird given the fact that they're the backbone of most jungles for recycling dead Organic matter. Not to mention, none of these plants show characteristics of jungle plants.

There are no waxy leaves to deposit water close to the roots, nor do they extend high into the sky or grow wide enough to collect any sunlight that bleeds through the trees.

The insects I have found are not poisonous or at least don't present any of the features of poisonous. No brightly colored features or camouflage.

They do follow the basic figure though of six limbs abdomen thorax and head. But they don't follow any other similarities. I found ants if you could call them that but their jaws were aligned in the opposite direction clamping up and down rather from side to side I've seen them used to great effect against Beatles?

if you could even call it that it's the closest approximation I have for a thickly armored insect, they clamped down, piercing the armor, and then ripped the thing to pieces.

I would be in heaven researching the new Wildlife After all, what self-respecting scientist even if this isn't my Specific area of biological interest wouldn't be in love with researching new things I have found right now. If it wasn't for the fact that I somehow ended up in a place against my will that behaves unlike any other ecological system I've seen.

I will somehow have to create a section in the back of my book detailing my research I have found so far. but that is for a later date. Why was I writing this again oh yeah because the fucking sun doesn't exist or the sky.

Allow me to explain to you dear reader, if you haven't already noticed if you somehow managed to find a clearing to where you can look up to the sky you will see not the sky what a collection of bright crystals somehow.

Illuminating this several mile long area as if it were the sun and it never sets. how do I know it's only several miles long easy I can see the fuckin walls. This illogical place pisses me off on so many levels. The biome I can forgive life does strange shit but the fact that this thing has no support structure whatsoever for Miles holding up.

what I'm assuming to be crystals weighing several tons each emitting a light similar to the effect of the Sun some how? do they go through nuclear Fusion or is it some other type of light emitting process which allows life to thrive down here? And if that's the case why does it look like the wild life/Flora belongs on the surface. to some degree life follows the most, well not efficient but the closest to efficient route it can find, not what looks good.

this is taking its toll on me. I have found myself doing my ticks more than usual. Oh yes, I suppose it may be best for me to explain myself a bit more.

self-report subject Jacob Augustine date of birth July the 13th 2005 age 18 state of birth Tennessee. The subject has autism. His ticks include snapping his fingers in a rapid motion, blinking rapidly, or rubbing the sides of his head. While on the low end of the spectrum he does exhibit his own issues such as his picky diet the way certain things cannot touch him or how illogical things piss him off to a absurd. degree we will see how he fares in this illogical hellhole that does not follow principles or Reason.

Okay, these are my findings for day one. I will update my journal if anything happens.

with a quick snap shut of the book, he looks up all around him. Okay, Jacob, you can do this. You're just in some illogical ecosystem. that does not appear to support a variety of life.

you have so far not identified any viable food options. So let's run through this normally. When stranded in the middle of a forest, you tie brightly colored cloth to branches and try to draw attention to your area for rescue squads.

but seeing as I'm in some confined space with no obvious human habitation, I need to start thinking of survival. In this case, I should climb to the top of a tree and look for a large water body that can support life.

And this will more than likely have some type of fish there that I can eat and water that can be processed to drink. However given the fact that this place is not running on normal principles of biodiversity there's a chance this may go horribly wrong. there could be Birds of Prey bigger than me.

There could be crocodiles that can run on land like its long extinct ancestor. alternatively, I could start clearing out areas and hoping that it rains as unlikely as that is. While cutting down a tree without any immediately available resources for such a task is unviable, it is still feasible given the amount of granite I have found in the area.

my current tools for my survival is my backpack, what was supposed to be a study notes book now turned into personal Journal, a packet of pencils a pencil sharpener, a school water bottle a pair of black Crocs a short sleeve t-shirt and gym shorts, I'm so fucked.

Okay, there are no obvious signs of precipitation that can accumulate off the bat, and cutting down trees would take far more energy than it's worth. so while it is a viable option, it's not one that's optimal. leaving only one other option that I can think of, not like I really have much of a choice. I just hope they have some type of fish I can eat without making myself eat it.

That would will make things a lot smoother. Standing up and looking for the tallest tree he can find in his immediate area he begins to climb. The idea of venomous snakes did not concern him from what he has seen so far there's no prey big enough needed for Venom or predators meaning in all likelihood he would be relatively safe from any possible Ambush predators.

Reaching the top of the tree, he saw vast fields of forest and vegetation. Luckily for him, there was a deposit of water fairly big one at that from what he can tell North words. it looked to be about an hour's jog from where he's at as well.

He was a bit of an introvert and not wanting to go outside more than strictly necessary preferring to spend most of his time with his online friends doing research and watching fun fact videos. But he did still do cardio in order to keep his body from getting health issues that could be easily avoided. he knows for a fact that he can run for about 2 hours, which in his opinion is fairly good with this in mind an hour jog with a 10 minute break in between.

He would arrive at his destination and about 3 hours while not as quick as he would like. This is his best option. With that he got to the lowest branch and hopped off. "it's a good thing I like clothing that allows me to breathe I would be fucked if this was winter clothing was that he began to jog".

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Aafje vo eldertree pov

Big sis please don't go, you promised to spend time with me. I know what I promised, but this is a big day because the raxs just got fully healed, meaning we have our tank in the party, and we can finally enter the lower parts of the dungeon. And it's important they have their healer with them. But can't you just hold off for one more day? You promised me this you're always down in that stupid dungeon. I'll have you know that stupid dungeon is the reason why the eldertree family is as influential as it is. We are nobility based around dungeon delving. pretty soon You'll have to start going as well. Now, hush up please I'm pretty sure my party's outside.

Aafje's big sis had turned around and started making her way to the front door. Currently moping and pouting Aafje was upset her big sister went back on her word but then a devilish thought came to her head: if she was supposed to be going down there soon, what's stopping her from going now? She was a genius considering herself, and she knew his sister would never allow this, so the answer was simple.

Don't tell her to make her way to where she knew her sister kept her supplies. she looked around for the bag that her sister took with her for long trips from what she recalled.

Her sister was going to drop straight down to floor 150 today with the rest of her party through teleportation Crystal and start going to the lower levels.

Having found the bag, she knew she couldn't just take stuff out and sit inside her sister could tell immediately. but what she could do was use a bag of holding too cold the stuff inside while she took its place. And so she did just this. Hearing her big sister coming ada, she immediately went into the bag, hurling stuff into The Magic Bag.

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Ada vo eldertree pov

Yeah, my sis was pretty upset about the news, probably in her room pouting and swearing to hate me forever. Until I come back home with some new toys or cool stuff for her. A gruff voice responded to her one Aafje recognized as raxs.

I kind of feel like a dick I mean, this is supposed to be a day for you two. You think she'd forgive me if I gave her something, what do elves like? Just bring her home a new toy and some candy and she'll be right as rain with you, now hurry up we need to go And I don't want to leave your green butt behind Mr I can stop a charging boss monster.

Please stop bringing that up, It was the 60th floor boss. I thought I could stop it on my own I learned my lesson I'm not indestructible please stop bringing that up. Yeah, well we're going to start heading down to the level we're humans start spawning, and as you well know an encounter with a human may as well be a death sentence. So please keep your wits about you, and don't let your ego take over.

walking over and grabbing her bag and swinging it over her back, she never noticed how uneven it felt. She was quite nervous today her party had actually set a record by making it to the 160th floor without encountering a human.

Meeting up with the rest of her party, her raxs, Stone. and Lionheart. a party composed of an elf, an orc, a dwarf and a Dragonborn. Not the weirdest part of you can see, but certainly, an odd one, most species tend to stay with each other. Making their way outside.

They see the great tower of the dungeon 10 miles wide in any direction, going uncountable numbers deep into the Earth. This was their destination. Walking through the bustling Street filled with all manner of species and Monday activities, in the great city of Carthage, anything could be found. The dungeon attracted all walks of life.

arriving at the dungeon management agency, a government-run facility in order to maximize profit and prevent loss of life though most of the time it just ends up being a bureaucrats dream job of having to not do anything. Most people aren't stupid enough to enter the dungeon unless prepared. Making our way down the street, I noticed something. There was a group arguing with the front counter.

"I had a feeling these were rookies". So she walked up to them and introduced herself. I am ada vo eldertree. I couldn't help noticing with the clerk here, I have a feeling you're new to the dungeon. A dark elf responded. How could you tell?

You're arguing with the clerk you never argue with the clerk They hand out the most recent information regarding migrational species in the dungeon updates to terrain and all sorts of other useful stuff but they don't have to give it out don't make enemies of the clerks may I ask what you were arguing about.

Me and my compatriots here, and I wanted to go to the lower levels and fight some of the higher tear of your monsters. we were former mercenaries. After all, we've taken up the adventuring business, specifically dungeon-delivers

I see how that could become a problem. What's your level and what floor were you wanting to go to.

Level 30, and we want to go down to Floor 110.

you wouldn't make it even if you teleport down to that floor, each floor increases by one level you're going to Face Off monsters at level 110 range. not to mention, although extremely rare humans have been known to spawn there on occasion.

We are dark elves, and we come from Noble lineages. Our level 30 is not the same as a plebeians. And why should I care about some monster type they all die the same.

This Comet pissed her off. well, normally monsters are around the same level of difficulty if you could call it that per level. but humans are something completely different. There were known as raid bosses, meaning that every one of their levels is the equivalent to 10 on a regular level. so a level one human is a level 10 standard, and this is for 110, they're level 1100.

Not to mention, there are special species stats that include Mana absorption from the air. or they're insane musculature and stamina. I don't think I need to continue. Just know that if you run into one hide and run, they don't have the best sense of smell.

"Fucking idiots we're going to die if they ran into a human. there's a reason why noble families founded on dungeon dwellers were so strong through generations of survival of the fittest."

Each one of their levels was equivalent to five levels higher and the standard and even they struggled against humans they were the kings of the dungeons you don't fuck with them.

Let's just get going. We don't want to get behind besides I think we can make it to floor 199 if we're lucky we do have a month to do this after all. then they'll start sending Rescuers and that's always a pain with paperwork.

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Lord Vect pov

Who the hell is that bitch think she is talking to me like that, that high elf scum should be kissing my boots that I even talk to her.

Lord, what do you think we should do?

Isn't it obvious we're going to liberate that fine gear from them while down in the dungeonWho knows she might make find slave work, whether it be in the brothels or a whipping bitch it does not matter money can always made on suffering of others.

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Jacob pov

You know this place is actually kind of lovely. Oh God, I'm talking to myself. I'm going insane already. Egh fuck it may as well make a Wilson while I'm here. After seeing the clearing up ahead, he knew that he was getting close to the water source, deciding to jog harder. and farther, he finally made it out of the clearing, and what he saw was beautiful a ring of sand surrounded. A large lake connected into the Great Wall surrounding this place surrounding that wall was purple crystals that were different from the light blue ones up above what surprised him the most, though there are other humans.

naked shortish about 5’4 for humans. But still humans it's not insane to think of nudist culture could pop up, and with how small this area is to live in, and it makes sense that they'd be shorter natural selection dictates with less nutrients available, being smaller is more advantageous.

I just hope they're not cannibalistic or violently aggressive to foreign things. HAY, HAY over Here. Quickly jogging up to the other humans, there were about 10 of them four female six male. They turn their heads to me in a lazy way before going back to what they were doing.

Coming to a stop to the closest one, a young guy, probably about 26, with brown hair and brown eyes and pale skin. Hey, do you know where we are… Do you speak English… I know Germen Wissen Sie, wo wir sind… um shit okay um. Fuck how do you say do you know where we are in Spanish again God damn it 16-year-old Jacob you should have paid attention in Spanish class more, okay. Um I know you don't understand me but you must understand I'm trying to communicate with you so “pointing towards self” I'm Jacob “ pointing towards the guy” you are?.. not even going to find me with an answer okay. Fuck you too asshole.

Looking over to my side, I noticed something peculiar. One of those Beetle things from earlier was walking by one of the shorter guys. He proceeds to squish it flat against the sand before shoveling it into his mouth. I felt a shiver go up my spine and disgust. "Well, at least they're not poisonous." Gags.

Looking around his immediate area, he notices something. The crystals form into the shape of that similar to a great door, thinking quickly, pulling out his phon clicking on the camera featur. And zooming into 10 times, he notices it.

It is a door! victory for vegeta or Jacob in this case i Miss Dragon Ball Z abridged. Well, no time like the present. Wait, how the hell am I going to get my shit over there without it getting wet damn it.

The electronics will be fine for the most part as long as I don't turn them off while they're wet. They should operate normally if dried off .my clothes will be a pain tho.

But given the aired temperature, it shouldn't be too much of a problem, but the weight might become a problem. And I don't see any shallow Banks leaning up to it. okay, let's think this one through. I could empty out my water bottle, filling it with air and then sealing it shut. That should add buoyancy, which should counteract at least a little weight. and then refill it at the door. The main problem is my journal.

After thinking it through for a good 10 minutes, he got an idea walking over to the tree line. and taking a few sticks, he throws them into the water to see what type of wood he is working with and if it will float or not. He's in luck it does. "Hmmm, I could work with this." Arranging the sticks into a Shape where they'll stick above the water and doing that again.

with three other sets to make sure his journal does not get wet he takes off his shirt and wraps it around the bundle. making sure it sticks together, setting it gently on the water to see if it will float. Or not stay together. To his luck, it does. This also means he can just put his backpack on there and the Crocs. Looking down at himself, he lets out a sigh. Well, not exactly fat, he's not skinny, either he has a healthy Pudge, he'd say a beer gut.

Making his treck across the water, he notices a large shadow following him. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuck I forgot to think about water Predators. okay okay okay okay just don't panic you'll be fine panicking indicates you're afraid and Afraid means food. Ok, if this is a shark or um, oh, a shit God damn it why did i not go to zoology.

Just as the large shadow was approaching him at a rapid pace. Once it got into the distance to tell what the creature swimming was, it promptly turned around and swam for its life. Oh, good the things in massive pussy that or wasn't carnivorous now that i think about a creature that large being carnivorous.

And in this small body of water doesn't make much sense it could just be an abnormally large manatee. Or maybe some other new species. I wonder what type of characteristics force it to grow that size, though? maybe mating fights, but that's the case. Why didn't it get aggressive unless it's not as mating season and it was just curious? Questions for later.

Upon reaching the massive door, he knows the shallow sand pit, allowing him to walk up to the staircase, pulling his makeshift raft along with him. and promptly laying flat on his back onto the sand, letting out a sigh of relief despite that not being a predator.

There are so many things that could have gone wrong in that instance he could have lost all his supplies. It could have been aggressive.There could have been something else parasites bacteria, and lord knows what else lives down in the water. Now that I think about it this was a fucking stupid idea.

oh well, all is well and ends well. After waiting for his clothes to dry off enough to wear and putting them on, he walks up to the great door and pushing it open. surprisingly light for something that looked like it would weigh so much more, and what he saw was an expansive hallway stepping through the hallway he immediately felt better for some reason.

He started to jog down the hallway , and he noticed that he wasn't running out breath as quickly as he would normally. attributing it to the room just simply having more oxygen for some reason, allowing for cellular respiration to happen more, therefore slowing fatigue. He paid it no mind upon reaching the end of the hallway he noticed something a plaque above it reading 199 whatever the hell that meant taking in a deep breath and pushing open the door he saw a cave? lined with purple crystals.

\[Next\]

hey writer here I'm new to this so I have no idea how to link it next chapter which when it comes out I will also say sorry if the writing is bad I'm trying to write it from the perspective of what would you do if you were in this situation if you have any writing tips or World building you think would make a good fit to it feel free to private message me or comment it I'll see if I can include it.

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[solardick]

You know the workds gone to

Shit when they start selling poop toys.

“When i was child in ukraine, they used to beat jews to death for fun. “

So as russia continues to strengthen ties with allies who have animosity towards america. Playing the same game they are to them. Increasing their quality of life. In contrast to the opposition.

In this fantasy script, america ismt going to survive with such ample pride. 911 on the twin tower and the moon card. 🙄 . Inhate life.

If card letter Oo(o) is rhe devil card. It would be well suited to be above that perversion on a moon card. Pointing upwards to the enslavement of “ man” as the marseille, Italiano fool. Though the image should play somethign similar the the Ë fool, id it remains as such. With an equally negative sun card. Perhaps to muse.

Lets go take a shit and see if its mucous infested. Perhaps with a tad of blood. It’ll be like a game. Got yo catch them early to enjoy what comes out the other side.

A youngin’ girl pops out of the car in front of me. As if on script. -Like mist times now adays. The unusual a stranger walkign by to get up close. Like an exhibition in a fucken zoo.- Look each other in the eyes and walk side by side into the store. She kept her periphery on me the whole time. Waiting for something, a cue, a confirmation. Ugh… hey look, another trap, that i cant be polite to. My periphery is always on. Comes with 39 years of bs and attacks. And if i so much as fart her direction it will be taken as the confirmation that i am a womanizer or some dumb shit.

So current theory on the russian script tarot. Is in the development of the letter. Functioning like degrees. A letter means one thing quite simply as they are an unusual amount of single letter words. Which hold the major arcana of power. The second letter to fallow is the modifier. Adapting the single letter power of the word with the second letter image. This may be a drastic change in manifestation. From destruction to construction for example. From love to hatred. Some letters hold both positions of primary and secondary and these words play in purity of the original form. As in the Вв(v) words belonging to the “high prietess” or young innocense, or its relegation to its treatment in the delicacy of the mind. As for now. Though arguement abounds about the nature of the feminine as thenpresence of the mind. Agaisnt to pro-active jock-ing of will to cause.

What bitch you ain’t my daughter take your vagina out of my face. Oo.

What? Calling me daddy is better?

So much for being both ways, eh.

Hum the consiqyences of dialogue of “venusian” abuse from outside forces forcing you out of your home, eh. Seems this world im in loves creating disarmony. And then crying wolf. Oh! He’s a bad man. Daddy. Save me. Oops. Too far. What do you think russia? Its coming. She needs a place in the ranks. Of the human being. Soemthign i have yet to experience.

Oh. Daughter! Your vagin is soo tight. Oh. Yes. Give to daddy? What the fuck america. Bitch go read rhe bible its full of pro daddy love. As for the men i suggest the bhagavad gita. Its full of pro masculine will. … or at least the new testament. The old testemant is more directed to the masculine. Because jesus is a woman. I though the ling hair and the dress gave it away. Thats why the bible says no homo sex. Cause its turns you into a woman. Been there done that, got abused the whole time. Suck it.

Thats why india is soo populated. All they do is eat curry and fuck.

Oh well to bad for the ass problems. Looks like ill be single to rest of my days. Not that im not used to it. Kinda robes all social will away. Along with the sex drive. There’ll be no development on that case. And its a half life for the rest of it.

Its ok. I got video games. I guess. I dotn like gaming though. Unless im high. And theres a never wnding supply of both. I was born to soend wvwry waking momentnof it suffering. Cause people suck.

And im never going to even tey to speak to anyone anymore. Proactivyl destructively the outcome is the same. I get fycked with or damaged. Ill just continue doing this and continue to have shadow cocksuckers fuck with ym life.

To such an extent of 39 straight years of being fucked with. I now have a desease.

Apparentlynim going to running my own team. Not thatni care anymor e

Now its a ling weekend of sitting in my appartemtn stairing at a wall. Eactlynhow i spent the first 20 years after adolescentce

[educationtech]

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Best Programming Language For Your Engineering Discipline

While there are numerous programming languages, some are more important than others depending on the engineering discipline.

A. Mechanical Engineers

1. Python

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3. Java

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1. MATLAB

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2. C++

C++ is a recommended language for electrical/electronic engineers for best electronics engineering college in Jaipur because it offers good library support and high performance. The C++ programming language is one of the most preferred languages for developing embedded software. For example, if you’re developing an IoT project you will need to program microcontroller boards or IoT development boards using C++ language.

3. Python

Python is also an excellent programming language for electrical/electronic engineers because Python offers a lot of modules that can help EEs. As an electrical/electronics engineer you can use Python to create schematics entirely in text using the SKiDL module, simulate electrical circuits quickly using the PySpice module and do math problems and visualize results with NumPy and Matplotlib modules. C. Data Engineers]

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2. SQL

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Conclusion

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[inquisitor-gayfax]

✨ Fic Planning and Outlining ✨

Outlining is a huge part of my writing process and something I love talking about, so since I’m currently suffering something of a writer’s block, I’ve put together a step-by-step explanation of my process below. It is important to note that there is no right answer or best way to outline; as with most things it’s just a matter of finding what works best for you!

I would love it if other folks chimed in and added to this with their own tips and tricks!

Let’s learn from each other!

Outlining Tools & Overall Organization

To start with, I use OneNote to organize everything, but there are a ton of programs out there, and you could even do this with different .txt/word files! The main reasons I like OneNote: (1) oo pretty colored tabs (2) tab folders for making sense of the giant pile of WIPs:

So, I have all the things I’m “actively” working on out in the open, then squirrel away everything else in one of five categories: completed (yay!), short, medium, and long WIPs, then a catch-all category for everything that doesn’t really fit anywhere else.

The Outlining Process

To demonstrate and (hopefully) have a little fun, I’m going to pick a half-baked idea from the “WTF – Miscellany” category and create a new tab as if I’m actually going to write it! So, without further ado, let’s dive in and begin outlining for a multi-chapter AU fic wherein Rogal Dorn and Perturabo are high school girls’ volleyball coaches!

First Page: Tags ‘n Such

I often hear that tags can be the hardest part for writers, which is interesting because this is usually where I start! Something about seeing my fic in the summary format it will eventually appear in on AO3 is very motivating to me, and helps guide my writing. You can always add/change later.

Here is the template I use for easy copy/pasting!

Title: Fandom(s): Rating: Category: Archive Warnings: Relationship(s): Character Tags: Other tags: Summary:

And here’s a screenshot of my first pass for this WIP:

This gives me a chance to talk about one of my FAVORITE writing hacks, which is… [BRACKET TEXT].

I don’t know about everyone else, but my brain consistently feels the need to get everything perfect on the first try, which is very unhelpful and actively counter-productive! I’ve found that when I can’t get the phrasing of something just right, or I’m still not sure what I’m going for, putting some brackets around the text in question and just scribbling whatever’s in my mind at the moment allows me to move on without getting bogged down.

If it’s in brackets, I give myself permission to be silly, OOC, anachronistic, or messy, and boy is it a lifesaver sometimes.

Once I have the AO3 info fields done, I draw a little line below the summary and start filling in what I call the “brainstorm space” (that inevitable turns into a mini-outline I need to move over to another page at some point). This is another place I allow myself to be messy. I scribble down thoughts on narrative structure, inspirations, setting, key moments/scenes, themes, motifs, stuff I absolutely need to include, and any overarching things that will be helpful to have before planning in earnest.

Here’s what it looks like for this fic:

Not much there now, but it’s a start, and that’s what outlining is all about!

Second Page: Detailed Outline

A bit of a note here – I used to have a separate page for a “mini-outline,” i.e. a less detailed version, but the brainstorm space basically serves this purpose now, so it’s less common.

This is where the actual structural planning starts to take place. I’ve gotten into the habit of using bracket text here, too, to serve as shorthand summaries of each point. For a multi-chapter fic, I’ll also make sure to note where I think the chapter boundaries will fall, though obviously this is subject to change.

So, a barebones one for this fic might look something like this:

There’s not much there right now, but that’s fine, because (1) it’s in bracket text and (2) this is just the skeletal structure for what comes next: filling it in as you get inspiration.

My brain tends to want to write longfics, but never linearly, of course. Sometimes I get raw bursts of inspiration for scenes, so the way I work with this is to scribble (on my phone, on the computer, in a physical notebook) whatever it is down at the moment I get it, then plug it in to the existing outline later. This way, I end up building a pretty comprehensive plan for the fic before I even open a word document, and it’s easier to make big choices like chapter contents, scene order, and story progression without feeling like I need to tear apart something that’s already fairly set in stone.

Here's an example of what a partially filled-in outline looks like, from my Celefax Gothic Mystery AU WIP:

Note that this one is in chart form, which is what I usually go with for longfics for better separation of scenes and ideas.

Pagestravaganza: Additional Pages for Longfics

For one-shots and shorter multi-chapter fics, typically the Tags/Brainstorming and Detailed Outline pages are enough to get me ready to write, but for longfics, there’s a lot more to think about, and additional places to take notes can be helpful.

Here’s an example of all the pages in the tab for that Celefax AU I mentioned above, which has a lot of characters and worldbuilding and all sorts of things that would be difficult to encapsulate in an outline alone:

For one of my other longfic WIPs, I also have a page where I write down revision notes for the parts I’ve already written as they come to me, so it’s easy to refer back to during the editing process (which I could write a whole other post about).

Another thing I sometimes like to do, especially for one-shots or fics that are from only one character’s POV, is write out a paragraph or two about character emotional arcs. Plot is great, but it can be hard to know where that takes you if you don’t know where each character is starting out and where they end up.

To summarize: The sky’s the limit here. Whatever you need to do to make sure everything comes together, however you need to organize it, however little makes it into the final draft, your outlining/planning document is for you, and you shouldn’t get too bogged down into what needs to be there or whether it’s clean and pretty. As long as it’s helpful to you, it is serving its purpose admirably, and even if it isn’t you’re still learning what does and doesn’t work for you. The way I outline is a constantly evolving process, and different things work for different fics. Feel free to play around!

Writing the Dang Thing

This is the end result, the task for which all your outlining has (hopefully) prepared you!

I’ll be honest: I loathe first drafts. (See above comment about everything needing to be perfect the first time around.)

It’s probably for this reason that I outline so fastidiously, because when I plop my bracket text outline and any pre-written snippets into my first draft, it feels so much less daunting than staring at a blank page.

I can start to fill in the pieces I neglected (scene setting, always), figure out where there might be a need for more connective tissue, and tackle the bite-sized chunks my bracket text outline has created one at a time.

I keep doing that until, ta da! A workable first draft emerges, and we move on to editing, my beloved.

Hopefully this has been interesting/helpful, and please please pleeeeease feel free share your own methods and thoughts and funny bracket text!

[twilightmalachite]

Altered - Epilogue 6

Author: Akira

Characters: Natsume, Wataru

Translator: Mika Enstars

"That’s all there is to iT. You compared the two scripts and chose the better oNE, Niisan."

Season: Winter

Location: OO Stage (Altered)

⚠️ This is an import from a unproofed Twitter Livetweet!

Wataru: That day, I stood on the stage because it was what I desired.

A stage that made me shine as the greatest villain.

And I did so whilst taking no chances with the proposal my cute “littlest brother”, who admired me as his mentor, presented to me.

I was to choose a script that day.

Between a script where I fight against fine and is defeated as a villain and a script where the Five Eccentrics work together to defeat fine in a huge comeback.

And I chose the former.

Does that need to be explained why, Natsume-kun?

Natsume: …At that tiME, I lost years off my life desperately working to create a plan for a comebaCK. I was stubboRN, and there was nothing else I could dO.

As a way to heal my own huRT, I wanted thEM—student council to taste the same feelings of misery that we hAD.

I wrote that script out of desperatiON.

Natsume: BuT, you were nothing but a performer back thEN, Wataru-niisan.

To the worLD, I was nothing but a half-baked high schoolER, but you were a professional worth recognitiON.

So it doesn’t matter how hard the author workED. You judged the performance of the script calmly and impartially as a performER.

And you chose the stage on which you would staND.

That’s all there is to iT. You compared the two scripts and chose the better oNE, Niisan.

At that time, my script was a pipe dream that wouldn’t work in realiTY.

It would’ve been a failure no matter whAT.

The script didn’t take into account the enemy nor those around uS. It assumed my niisans felt the same wAY, it was all written as convenient for mE.

If the Five Eccentrics teamed uP, there’d be no way we could lose to the student councIL… An easy victoRY, and those around uS—everyone would celebrate the resuLT.

Everyone would celebrate our victory and our glory, and we’d have a bright road ahead.

As if that would have even happenED, thouGH.

All I had done at that time was with only myself in miND.

Wataru: Isn't that what makes us the Five Eccentrics?

Natsume: I suppoSE. On the other haND, I had been looking down on those around mE.

I was stupID, incompeteNT, and an idiOT.

Yet I felt discontent because I was being scornED, looked down upON, and belittled as a problem child by those around mE.

Natsume: “Each and every one of these idiotic snobs should know better to speak up against us geniusES. I’ll show yOU. LoOK, this is what should happen to mere ordinary peopLE—”

“If you are so incompeteNT, then you should stay incompetENT. Just serve and admire uS, the great Five Eccentrics, insteAD.

Even if it weren’t written as suCH, my script from back then thoroughly reflected that mindsET.

It was an egotistical and unpleasant scriPT.

That is why you didn’t accept iT, Niisan.

I understand that nOW.

Wataru: Egotistical? But isn’t that wonderful!

That’s what makes us the Five Eccentrics! I know I am repeating myself, but we each had our very own way of doing things back then!

Natsume-kun tried to press a script on us to relieve his own despair. I did not accept it, so I could stand on the stage the way I wanted to.

Rei, Shu, and Kanata too. We all acted on our own will.

Nobody forced us to do it. We thought for ourselves, and the futures we wanted.

Natsume: And I was not chosEN. My script at the time was noT.

Wataru: You had mentioned the script’s shortcomings earlier yourself, Natsume-kun, but it was the timing that was wrong in the first place.

We were exhausted, then. All the while beginning a new life in the wake of our defeat.

Valkyrie was disintegrating in mid-air, and Shu was searching around for new art in anguish.

Kanata too found an ideal through an incident he experienced. One other than being God, which he had always been trying to embody.

And Rei also has stripped what he had been clad in for so long that he had forgotten how to take it off, and has begun from scratch—Or rather, has begun discovering his new identity from zero.[1]

We were trying to become stronger through our defeat.

As geniuses who had only won up until then, it was an important breakthrough, one we had never experienced before!

It was an opportunity to bring out a new, more lovable me!

Natsume-kun. You and the pipe dream you drew up, would ruin such a new encounter—

And frankly, it was also a disagreeable script that would force us to return back to “who we were before” again, which we had gotten sick and tired of.

It was like meeting and moving in with the love of your life, enamored, only to have your parents grab you by the scruff of your neck and slam you back into their house.

Natsume: That metaphor just makes it more difficult to understaND.

AnywaYS, that’s enouGH. I’ve figured that out alreaDY. You don’t have to keep telling me just how bad my script wAS.

If the person I’m speaking to doesn’t wish to understaND, then no amount of careful explanation will get through to thEM.

If that’s the caSE, then I guess there’s no point in explaining to you in detaIL.

People believe only what they want to belieVE, after aLL.

Wataru: You sound like Eichi saying something like that.

Natsume: He said that when you hold a grudge aginst an enemy, you think about them so much that the boundary between you and they will blur... We might have assimilated a bIT.

Natsume: « Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process, he does not become a monster. »

In order to defeat us, the Five Eccentrics, Tenshouin Eichi became a monster himself.

I’m similar to hiM. UnknowingLY, I’m going down the same path as he dID.

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Rei’s name (零) means “zero” in Japanese.

[kwritingbooks]

co-written by me & @sunsalutationsss​ 

read on: wattpad & tumblr masterlist

The news of a backwards shooting star seemed too crazy to be true, right? Well, it happened. So, when Aurora’s astronomy professor offers the class an opportunity to stargaze together to try and capture another moment, it was a no-brainer decision. What could she possibly run in to anyway?

AU: star-being!harry x astronomy-student!aurora

AURORA’S POV

Mornings had always been my favorite time of day to get things done and the earlier, the better. Almost every day started the same, too. This one morning wasn't any different. I slid into my favorite spot in the coffee shop right down the road from my university.

This spot wasn't anything particularly special, but the gravitation toward it was habitual. Initially it enticed me because it was a seat sat along the window, giving me a perfect view of the people and cars rushing past. People-watching was one of my favorite pastimes. It blew my mind thinking about all the countless possibilities that each person's life could lead. I loved thinking about that kind of stuff. When I was especially bored I would create expansive life stories for some of the strangers.

I wish I was granted the same opportunity for myself, to construct a whole new storyline for my life. Not that I was unhappy with where I was, I just liked the idea of creating and destroying certain aspects at whim. It was freeing to think about.

In a sense, I had already done that with some things. A lot of my life decisions had been a little more impulsive than others. The minute I graduated high school, I decided to up and leave thousands of miles away to the school I resided at now. Fortunately, my parents supported me through it.

If anything, they were the reason I wanted to start the path that I decided on. I would also say that naming me Aurora in the first place had to have some help in the situation, too. I grew up hearing stories about the stars and the galaxies above us. Both parents talked with such admiration about it that I had no choice but to fall in love with the subject as well.

I smiled to myself as I fondly reminisced on the memories. My hand wrapped around the mug sat in front of me, soaking in the warmth spreading across my fingertips. The steam brushed over my nose when I brought the coffee up and lightly blew on it before taking a sip.

My gaze redirected back to my laptop screen, the brightness breaking me out of my trance. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. I really didn't want to study for anything right then, I would have much preferred going into work at the planetarium or studying something I actually cared about. American war history did not meet that criteria.

My finger ran over the mouse pad, scrolling aimlessly through the documents. I knew I wasn't soaking in the information well, but I couldn't help it. I procrastinated too long and now was my only time to actually try and make a decent grade. My chin glumly rested into my palm as I continued my half-assed attempt at studying.

Not much time had passed before realizing I had already clicked onto another browser. The first thing that popped up was the news and I clicked on the local tab. Not much of anything interesting happened in Yellowstone, Canada but every now and then I'd be surprised.

Woman Wins $1000 By Luck

Scroll.

Adopt Don't Shop: How You Can Help!

I wish, but, scroll.

Multiple Mysterious Shooting Stars Going Backwards?

My eyebrows raised. "Jackpot." I whispered to myself. The perfect remedy to distract myself further from studying before my next class.

There wasn't much information. At least not the information I actually wanted to read about. I could tell someone who knew nothing about astronomy had written this article. It was mostly just oo-ing and aw-ing. Not that I blamed them because of course it was beautiful, but something so beautiful deserved its proper recognition.

I glanced at the clock, my heart sinking at the time staring back at me. I must've lost track of time and of course it had to be for one of my favorite classes.

"Shit, shit, shit." I frantically mumbled and quickly downed the rest of my coffee. I slammed my laptop shut and shoved it into my bag before waving a quick goodbye to the barista.

Luckily it wasn't a far walk from the Yellowstone science building. I had begun to run out of breath by the time I pushed through the facility's entrance. I sporadically clicked on the elevator's door, but soon gave up and ran to the staircase.

I hated being late with a passion and I was determined to not let it happen. I had about one minute to make sure it didn't. Any other classes I wouldn't have cared about, but like I said, this was one of my favorites.

Just when the clock dinged time, I had stepped my first foot into the classroom. I ignored the weird glances I received upon entry. I knew I had to look semi-crazy being out of breath, but I made it and that was all that mattered.

I took the first open seat I could find. It was almost completely centered in the room. Only a second later, the classroom door swung open, revealing the older stocky man I knew by the name of Professor Collins. So far every semester I had made sure to sign up for at least one of his classes.

"Good morning class." He said as he stood at his podium. He brought his glasses that were hung at his neck up to the bridge of his nose. Squinting, he rummaged through his papers.

He peered up through the gap between his glasses before he continued. "Actually, before we start with what I had planned today, I wanted to talk about something I saw on the news this morning."

I heard a few groans behind me and I ignored them. I assumed I was the only one who grew more excited. This had to be about what I just read earlier, it had to.

He waited a few moments as if to see if anyone was going to chime in first. Once he realized no one was going to say anything, he cleared his throat. "Anyone want to take a stab at what I may be talking about?"

"Politics?" A voice arrogantly sounded behind me. I physically refrained myself from rolling my eyes. Did anyone actually interested in astronomy join these classes anymore?

He chuckled lightly to himself. "Well no, I'm afraid I don't have enough time to talk about that." He looked around before placing his eyes onto me. "Aurora?"

"Shooting stars." I slightly embarrassed myself how quickly I shot the answer at him. He looked pleased at my response and clasped his hands together.

"Exactly! And why might that be so special?" He looked around, but as if he knew no one else would know the answer, he glanced back towards me.

"Because there were multiple stars reported going backwards last night at once!" I said a little too fast again. My classmates looked at me with a bit of judgement and a sly smile on their lips. I sunk down into my seat a bit, my hand shielding my face.

"Someone was watching the news this morning." Professor Collins smiled as he pointed at me with his marker. He walked over to the board and pulled a white screen down, then turned towards us with his hands clasped behind his back.

"Last night there seemed to be shooting stars that shot backwards, yes. This is the first time in history that we have seen something like this." He tried to hold back his excitement as he pulled up a video on his laptop, projecting it onto the screen. "Now, with shooting stars they typically go upwards—." He made a hand gesture to simulate the movement. "And to be quite frank, I've no idea how this star could have gone backwards because gravity pulls the star towards it. Not away."

I nodded as I took notes in my journal, biting my tongue a little as I looked back up at him. I proceeded to set my pencil down in order to listen more carefully. He had cut the lights and played the video of the shooting star. I was the only person in the room that made an awe noise— because I was in awe. Like he said, this had never happened before. We were witnessing history.

"So this is your assignment tonight. If you look at your laptops, I've put a few quizzes on there about shooting stars. This is an open book quiz, so feel free to use your textbooks." He closed his laptop, sitting down in his chair as he scanned over us. "We will be going out to the field tonight, if anyone would like to join, just let me know. I'll have an alternate reading over what I talk about tonight for anyone unable to come."

I was nearly shaking with excitement. I knew this didn't count as a grade, but I was happy that I would be able to sit in a field with people and watch the night sky. What if we got to see another star that shot backwards?

The suspense was killing me.

After class, I waited until everyone was nearly gone to go to the professor's desk and let him know I was going to be joining him tonight. A few other people had offered to come as well—which made me happy, because at least there were a few people in our class that took a serious liking to these kinds of things after all.

The rest of the day I had classes. Some went by excruciatingly slow and some went by pretty fast. One of my them even got canceled. The only classes that I was really interested in were science related, particularly astronomy, but chemistry was cool, too. I had philosophy as well, but I didn't like the teacher. His tone always seemed void of human emotion, making it painfully boring. If we did something exciting like my astronomy class, maybe I would have found myself enjoying it more. But, alas, here we were.

I was also lucky enough that my professor had offered me a part time job at the Yellowstone Planetarium. My position was more so an assistant to the department. This meant I didn't get paid like a normal job, but was given class credit and payments towards my tuition instead. This was good enough for me. Plus, I did get to watch the shows for free while getting to talk about what I loved with random people interested in the same things.

It was how I had met the friend that I had now—Nina. Nina had been my friend since I moved here. She didn't have the same classes as me because she was actually going to school to be a nurse. We connected when I was helping with a planetarium showing and she complimented my David Bowie shirt.

We swapped out numbers and had coffee together the next morning. The rest was history after that. We always hung out on weekends and watched movies together. Sometimes we would even just play mindlessly on our phones until one of us fell asleep.

We didn't always need each other's constant attention— it was nice to have comfortable silence with one another, too.

After my last class of the day, I met up with her at the sushi bar next to campus for dinner. Of course I didn't have enough time to get ready because I'd been in school all day, but at that point I didn't care. I gave up on caring what others thought about me a long time ago.

I pulled the door open to the restaurant, my eyes scanning over the booths until I saw her. It was hard not to find her in the crowd. She had big beautiful dark hair with flowers in it. She really was a hippie at heart—that was another reason why I loved her so much.

She waved at me with a goofy grin as I walked over to the booth, sliding in as I set my purse to the side. "Sorry, I'm so late." I sighed, rubbing my face. "Classes today were terrible."

"It's alright, no problem. I already ordered our usual." She winked at me, her finger twirling one of the rings on her fingers. "How was your day?"

"You're the best." I blushed. We always ordered the same food every time we came here. Two spicy crab rolls with aged tofu and low mein. It was a weird combo, but it was our favorite.

"It was alright." I hummed out, stirring my water. "I'm actually going to the field out back of the college after this. There was a shooting star last night that shot backwards. Can you believe that?" I chuckled, stopping myself for a moment as I took a drink of water. "Anyways, my professor wants us to see if we can catch another one tonight."

"Sounds like you've been busy." She nodded with a smile as she perked her brow up. "My day has just been—the same. Learning how to draw blood and taking boring lab notes. Although.... Ryan asked me out on a date tonight."

"You're kidding?" I gaped, placing a hand on my heart for a moment. Ryan has been one of Nina's longtime crushes that she had been chasing after for the entire semester. It almost blew my mind that he finally asked her out.

"I'm so happy for you, Nina." I pouted, placing a hand on hers as I smiled at her. She had a blush on her cheeks as she waved her hand away from me, as if to not make a big deal out of it.

The waitress came by and set our food down on the table. I thanked them as I pulled my food towards me, looking up to Nina as she started to talk. "Honestly, I'm surprised I finessed my way into him asking me. I guess coming on strong does work."

"Who would have thought?" I took a bite out of my food, groaning as the flavor exploded in my mouth. I hadn't eaten all day, so this was saving my life. Sushi was my favorite and I could smash it within minutes if I wanted to.

"Ryan is actually having a party this weekend in the Alpha house if you wanna come. I got invited and he said I could bring a plus one." Nina said between bites, pointing her chopsticks at me, "And you better come."

A nervous chuckle left my lips as I shrugged, tilting my head back and forth as I contemplated. I had to work this weekend, but not too late. Being at the frat house was not on the top of my list this weekend. I didn't mind parties, but work was a priority in my life. Even if I wasn't technically getting paid for it.

"Can I think about it?" I said shyly and Nina groaned as she smiled back. "Nina, please. You know frats are not my scene."

"Please don't make me go alone." Nina pouted, giving me puppy eyes with her deep honey-brown eyes. I stared into them for a minute, squinting my own at her.

After staring at each other for a few moments, I caved.

"Fine!" I laughed out, setting down my chopsticks as I pushed my empty plate away. "Fine. Just text me the details and I'll see if I can come."

"Thank you, thank you!" She squealed, and I rolled my eyes at her. She was lucky I did love her, otherwise I wouldn't even question going.

"Yeah, yeah." I checked my watch, gasping as I grabbed my purse. "Shit. Shit, Nina. I gotta go. We are meeting up in, like, ten minutes."

"Text me?" She stood up with me, nudging my arm. I nodded over at her, throwing a twenty on the table.

"Of course. I'll see you this weekend." We exchanged hugs and went our separate ways. I checked my bag multiple times, making sure I had everything as I started to walk towards the college.

The street lights turned on as I walked, illuminating the sidewalks. I trusted this town—not saying it couldn't be dangerous, but nothing bad had happened to me or others I knew. At least not to my awareness.

I felt comfortable walking alone by myself. Plus, I was next to the college where students were walking in and out all the time. We had late night classes that didn't end till eleven sometimes.

I checked the time again, showing it was nearing eight o'clock at night. I picked up the pace, going through the shortcut. Walking through the grass, I saw a few people sitting together in the field and a funny feeling rose in my chest. It was a mixture of excitement and anxiety bunched all into one.

I took my place next to them, getting my journal out as I placed it on my lap. My eyes wandered over to the girls next to me who were talking amongst themselves and I shifted a bit as I took a deep breath.

It wasn't hard for me to make friends, but there were times I was reminded why I kept my close circle small. This was one of those times. I almost felt like an outcast in my class. I think it was because the majority didn't express their passion as strongly, or outwardly, as I did about astronomy. Everyone seemed so afraid to show that they enjoyed class subject matters. At times, it filled me with a twinge of sadness because of it. Even I wasn't too cool to enjoy learning about things.

But I quickly pushed past those feelings the minute the professor came out. He had a book in his hand and a wide smile on his face as he waved over at me and the others. The girls next to me laughed in a catty tone. They must not have gotten over their high-school mean girl phase yet. A shame.

I opened the first page of my journal and clicked my pen as my eyes went up to his. He stood in front of us as he cleared his throat. He waited until everyone went quiet before he started to talk.

"Hundreds of meteors streak through the sky every summer as part of the annual Perseid meteor shower. The Perseids, as they are known, are debris from the tail of Comet Swift-Tuttle. Earth passes through the comet's path, and tiny pieces of rocks and minerals from the tail enter Earth's upper atmosphere, burning up as shooting stars." My professor explained, gesturing towards the sky slowly. The stars twinkled in the night brightly, something that we had seen many times before.

But it was different to me.

"To the naked eye, a shooting star appears as a fleeting flash of white light." He placed his hands behind his back, pacing slowly. "Like the American flag, a shooting star could be red, white or blue. To us? It will always be white because of how fast it moves."

Everyone awed in wonder. I kept my journal close in my lap as I continued to take notes, giving small nods and agreeing hums periodically. I really looked up to my professor; I thought he was the most fascinating man to listen to. He was incredibly smart and I had thought that since the moment I stepped foot into his class.

"Now, class. Listen—" He said, clearing his throat as he watched our faces. "A shooting star happens two times per hour. Pick a spot in the sky and gaze for twenty minutes. You'll either see one or you won't."

My eyes wandered to a random spot over the tree line ahead of me. I needed to get comfortable if I was going to look at the sky for twenty minutes, so I leaned back on my hands and adjusted myself. My professor turned towards the sky as he sat down in front of us and pointed upwards.

"Shooting stars are most common when there are meteor showers. Unfortunately for us, we won't get another meteor shower until a month from now." I heard him say. I eventually slid all the way onto the ground, letting my back hit the damp grass and I breathed out a content sigh.

It was so quiet. The only sounds that surrounded us were cars passing by and the wind. It wasn't chilly though, it was actually quite nice out. I enjoyed moments like this where I could lay there with other people in a comfortable silence while we all focused on a mutual interest together.

It was almost like going to an art gallery. How everyone was so quiet and appreciative of the art that other people had made— that was us, but instead we were appreciating the art that was made by who-knows-who, or what.

Because realistically, we didn't know. People had their own thoughts and beliefs on how the world was made, but I was much more into the scientific aspect of it. It interested me how it all started with a galaxy full of nothing, then all of a sudden a big bang flashed and there came us.

Science was incredibly fun to learn and such a mind opening thing for me. You truly had to have an open mind in order to fully comprehend—or even play with the ideas—what could have happened or couldn't have happened.

Anything and everything was inevitably waiting to be revealed over time. I did my best to keep an open mind about what went on beyond just this world. Some may have called me crazy, but my professor would have begged to differ. We believed in the same things. If anything, he encouraged everyone to think beyond the normal boundaries of reason and thought. Even if it seemed silly at first.

I sighed, melting into the grass as I stared into the night sky. People were getting restless, but I was in my prime. Even if the star didn't come tonight, tomorrow, or even a hundred years from now—I was content with where I was right now.

"Mm, alright." I heard my professor grumble as he stood up, checking his watch. We'd been out here for quite some time now. "Although we didn't get to see any shooting stars tonight, I did enjoy being out here with you all. Thank you for joining and don't forget your quizzes!"

That was everyone's cue. I looked around as I sat up slowly, watching my classmates grab their bags as they stood to their feet. I stayed down, still not ready to go back to my apartment just yet.

"Aurora—I'll see you tomorrow at the planetarium, correct?" My professor stood over me with a dashing smile. A blush came onto my cheeks as I nodded my head.

"Of course." I said meekly. He nodded, adjusting the bag on his shoulder as he waved me goodbye. I watched everyone scatter towards their cars. For me, I opened my journal and started highlighting some of the notes I had taken. Why not? The night was young and it felt great outside.

I eventually gave up, the darkness wasn't providing much light in order to see anyway. The moon and stars were the only things that illuminated the field as I tried to write, which remained difficult. I appreciated the lack of distractions going on and wanted to soak it all in, so I just sat there instead. I laid my journal onto my chest with my hands rested on top.

I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes. The cool breeze ran through my scalp, making the hairs on my arms stand up. My eyes flickered back open, causing a smile to spread across my lips. It felt like I was almost in a trance, completely enthralled by the beauty that nighttime brought.

I soon began to feel my eyelids grow heavy and I knew I needed to head home. The last thing I needed to do was fall asleep in the middle of a field alone. Besides the fact I had yet to study for that test tomorrow.

Groaning to myself, I sat up on my heels before pulling myself completely up. I brushed off my pants that were now slightly damp with dew and sprinkled with blades of grass. My eyes shot up one last time and told the moon a quick goodnight.

My mom used to always read me Goodnight Moon and it had stuck with me since. For some reason, it was more of a comfort now. It was nice to know that the moon would always be there. I would never have to guess when it would show up—let alone if it would show up at all. It never disappointed me. The least I could do was tell it goodnight every now and then.

I watched the stars flicker down at me, becoming entranced all over again. My journal was held tightly to my chest and I could feel my neck beginning to ache from the angle I had put it in. The pain didn't bother me too much, all I could think about was how many stories were tied to each star—each cluster.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a familiar darting light. It only lasted a split of a second, but I knew that sight too well. I gasped in surprise, my eyes twinkling as bright as the stars itself.

Before I could gawk anymore at the uncommon phenomenon this time of year, another light started to flicker. My eyes squinted as if it would help me view it better. It didn't seem like it could've been a star, it looked too close. In less than a second, the flicker turned into a bright flash. The flash was too much for my eyes and I shielded them with my hands. The entire field illuminated for the briefest of moments.

A loud whoosh accompanied a thud in the distance. The leaves danced against the wind that had picked up due to the sudden movement—whatever that movement was.

I must have either fell or sat down because the next thing I knew, my palms were placed onto the ground's surface. My fingers dug into the cold, wet dirt and I took a deep breath. My heart pounded hard against my chest. I didn't want to open my eyes. What could have made all that noise and caused such a bright light? A drone maybe? Were drones even that heavy?

I slowly rose onto my feet, wiping the leftover dirt onto my pants. My mind raced so fast I could hardly keep up. Best judgement told me to run back home. Any sci-fi horror movie could've taught me that one. But, I couldn't fight the urge to walk closer; I felt drawn to it for some reason. Imagine how cool it would have been to find a scientific artifact that seemed to fall from the sky.

So I ran towards it.

I didn't know the exact location obviously, but I knew it had to be close. The thud was too loud and sounded too near. I wondered if anyone else heard or saw anything, too.

I followed along the trail, trying my best to not trip on the way there. Running in general was never my forte, but running in the dark brought on new obstacles I wasn't ready for. Luckily I'd walked this trail more times than I could count, so I had a good idea where I was.

The tree branch that had fallen across the trail was not accounted for in my mental map. The top of my foot caught onto the bottom, springing me forward. My face fell first into the dirt, but my elbows caught the brunt of the fall. Pebbles clung to my skin and I swatted them off from my face. That was definitely going to hurt in the morning.

I had to recollect myself for a moment. There had better be something worth finding now given this mishap. I huffed out an exasperated breath and stood up. I rubbed my elbow and remnants of rocks and blood came off onto my fingertips. Nothing too bad, just a few stings.

I made one final brush down on my body and looked back up. My feet stopped mid-step when I noticed what was in front of me. It was a person. Whoever it was was kneeling down on the ground.

"Ugh." I grumbled underneath my breath. I guess someone had beat me to whatever had happened down there. Maybe they saw more than I did and would have more answers. I cautiously stepped closer.

The person must have not heard me, because they were still turned away. I stopped in my tracks and considered leaving. I began to think about the predicament I was in and no longer wanted to walk up to a stranger in the woods at night.

Even with just the moonlight I could tell whoever this was was acting odd. He was looking down at his hands, almost like he was observing them. It made me feel weird and I lost all previous interest in finding the cause of the bright light. I just wanted to be home now.

I turned on my heel and crept away, trying to avoid any crunchy leaves or debris.

"Hey!" A voice excitedly boomed from behind me. My back was still turned, freezing in my steps. Shortly after, I then heard running footsteps coming in my direction. I quickly shot back around.

He stopped about 10 feet away from me, a smile stretched from ear to ear. He had to have been close in age; he was dressed just like any other college student roaming around campus. His torso was covered with an oversized graphic tee paired with light-washed jeans, a hole on each leg exposing his knees. A pair of blue checkered vans really sealed the deal. I was pretty sure I had the same outfit in my own closet.

"Hello." I said, still not completely sure about him. I had half the heart to run back home and pretend this never happened. But, he looked like he could run and my body was still sore from the fall, so I didn't want to chance it.

"I'm Harry. What's your name? Do you go to school here, too? Why are you out so late?" He still had that weird grin on his face and it didn't help the uneasiness I was feeling.

I didn't say anything. I didn't like the rapid-fire questioning he was suffocating me with. Why was he so nosy? What kind of college student cared about what others were doing upon first meeting? He was weird.

"I, uh—." I stammered. I wasn't sure how I was going to get out of this situation, but I needed to figure something out.

His eyebrows raised, still patiently waiting for my response. This guy really did not understand social cues.

"I really gotta get home. My, uh, dog is probably tearing shit up right now as we speak." I let out a forced laugh, hoping that was enough.

"Dog?" His smile had faltered and he looked slightly confused. "You live with a dog?"

My face had turned into a full-on confused grimace. "Are you on, like, drugs right now?"

"What? No, I don't think so. Should I be?" His eye contact was strong and he flashed another smile at me. I couldn't decipher if he was purposely trying to act as creepy as possible or if this was just his baseline behavior.

"Uh, no. I would probably stay away from them if I were you. I'm, er, gonna go now..." My words trailed off and I turned back around.

"Oh...okay." His tone sounded sullen and I felt a little bad. He seemed harmless, but you really could never tell nowadays. I wasn't about to take that risk.

I started walking away and glanced over my shoulder. I was half expecting him to be following me, but he was still standing in the position I left him in. When he saw me turn around, he waved his hand back and forth to me. He waved like a child does when they see Santa for the first time at the mall. I raised my hand with a curt nod and didn't look back again.

"What the fuck." I whispered under my breath as I reached the parking lot. "What the fuck?"

I locked my door twice once I got home. There really were some weird people out there.

CH 3 RELEASE DATE: 02/15/22

a/n: i hope you guys are enjoying it so far! writing harry about as goofy as he is in real life is really entertaining lmao. anyways, be sure to stick around for the next update tuesday! from now on, this will be our update days (unless something weird happens idk) but message us let us know what you think!

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Goodbye to Hello | jjk (sneak peek)

Pairing: badboy!jeongguk x female!reader, strangers to lovers!au, badboy!au

Word Count: 3k

Genre: fluff, angst, inspired by the song: Love Drunk by Boys Like Girls

Warning(s): smut oo la la just not in the sneak peek but i will get there, profanity, infidelity, if you find any of it comical i totally appreciate that because i suck ass at comedy  Rated: 18+

Credit to: @suhdays for the cover because she is phenomenal and I love her.

Summary: After a devastating break up, you immediately move in with your sister, leaving behind the country life to relearn the ups and downs of the city. Adopting a cat and gaining a new job, life seems to gradually bring happiness, but you didn’t expect for it to become even more interesting when you stumble upon the enticing yet alluring Jeon Jeongguk. Will this be the adventure of a lifetime? Or will hello always lead to goodbye?

Golden specks twinkle sporadically like fairy dust creating a shimmering tint to the air that collects the attention of any individual trailing the pavement. Pollen. The groovy excitement of a stuffy nose and mildly itchy eyes sounds stellar compared to how you could be feeling. Sniffling roughly, you squeeze your eyes shut momentarily to relieve what little of the itch that you can and trotting up the steps to your realm of refuge, you can hardly stand the excitement of bundling into the arms of your boyfriend, Jung Hoseok, and relaying how lovely it is to wipe your nose every five minutes. Maybe even ask if you can borrow the sleeve of his sweatshirt as a tissue. Pause. Maybe not.

Entering the rental home, you hadn’t noticed how eerily quiet it seemed, not right away; especially when you are so used to hearing the raging shots of a video game mingled with the yelling profanity between Hoseok and his best friend Namjoon who bicker over headsets about wins that neither of them were really close to. But, let the males believe, they indeed, almost triumphed. Settling your handbag onto the dining table, you tilt your head in confusion. Is Hobi sick today? Where is he?

The floors creak beneath your tennis shoes while you observe the kitchen. That’s funny. The dishes are cleaned and put away, and not one stray of lint is seen upon the countertop- Hoseok has always been clean as well as you, but he never went over the top unless he had company over, and by company you mean his mother. Thoughts drift to the possibility of him wanting to surprise you for whatever the case may be, and your heart flutters at the mere inkling while a smirk graces your lips. How thoughtful, you feel gushy at his consideration of you, and your steps follow the direction of your bedroom.

It is then that your life spirals in a cluster of emotions that you will never forget; sparks dancing in your vision while your chest tightens intensely in response to the sounds you hear echoing beyond the door. No. You want to scream, but your throat constricts, not producing any verbalization no matter how much your brain signals. This can’t be real. Please don’t let this be real. The moans persist. The mystery female is eagerly gasping his name over and over while your heart shudders at the pain severing every vein within your frame. A tear drops panging the floor- your body is so tense, you shiver through the anxiety, and you know deep down that confronting him will hurt even worse than if you were to take the high road and walk away.

Wiping the dampness from your eyes, you spin to compile your things as in your handbag that contains your wallet, car key, and cellphone, and you march outside, slamming the front door behind you to shed some of the anger boiling in your system; you could care less if he heard your grand exit or not for you blocked his number before you settled into your car. You may be able to run from him, but you cannot run from the excruciating pain erupting beneath your chest nor the cycle of questions that refuse to stop spinning because why? After three years together, why would he betray you like this?

Behind the steering wheel with no destination in mind, you come up with the only solution you find reasonable, and you make your way to the city with the intention of starting over, even if it means it destroys you.

-

A queue of ants scurry along the lining of the windowsill where the sun tinges the glass against your knuckles. Shrivel sounds of the granola bar wrapper fills the silence of the kitchen while you gulp the final bite of your snack. Sometimes when your hands feel cold, you leave it to the sun to indulge your skin with warmth before trekking to your room, but instead, the growling of your stomach and the distraction of observing the insects seems to help with the boredom. Dread happens to consume the depths of your chest at the subtle reminder of returning to work in the morning; Sundays always brought the feeling of woe because it is the end of relaxation before continuing the week of being overwhelmed. But you figure adulting is worth it in some ways, and as everyone else, you must work to provide and live.

The chirp of your cat, Kenai, alerts your attention, him pouncing onto the counter to rub his head along your free wrist. “If you’re hungry, just say so,” you coo sarcastically, knowing he is due for his dinner in a few minutes. He will be a year old soon, his yellow eyes squinting as he rubs his head against your palm before arching his back once you run your hand to the end of his tail. Your eyes flit back to the ants darting in search of whatever they need, and inwardly, you are uncertain how your sister, Monnie would feel about the bugs, but you always found them fascinating.

Jumping off the counter, Kenai excitingly follows suit, twirling against your legs as you saunter to the pantry to retrieve his food. You have officially lived with your sister for a year now, and adopting Kenai was one of the best decisions you have ever made besides moving to the city. It is as if you disappeared from the prior life that you once lived and you like it just that way. Kenai temporarily ditches you for his food, and you saunter off to the living room where the scenery of a huge, flat screen television shows your reflection on the empty screen.

Monnie happens to be a successful artist who fell in love with another known artist by the name of Min Yoongi. Together they have won the world with their talent, and you could not have asked for a better couple to be in your life. If there is a true definition of love, it is how Yoongi gazes at your sister- because she is the only woman in the world, he will do anything and everything for. Jokingly, you always tell the pair that you are just going to stick with your cat, but the sadness that etches within Monnie’s eyes reveals that she hopes you will find a real man of your own. She is aware of why you abruptly returned to the place you were birthed, and she is aware that you refuse to speak of it even if it is pent up to the brim of imploding.

Alas, what does it matter? It is not like he is able to reach out to you anyways for he is blocked on every and any social media site you can think of, and thankfully your name was not on the lease nor was your name hooked to anything involving your ex, so it will be fine. Or so you tell yourself repeatedly until you lose track of the thought. But that uneasy feeling creeps back up and instead of reaching for the remote, you decide maybe a walk around the city will be better. Monnie isn’t due home until later and you are assuming Yoongi will be tagging along, so why not pass the time by exploring?

Loneliness seeps in the gallows of your heart while you rush through the app for a driver. There is not a specific destination you prefer over another, so you pick a store at random around fifteen minutes away. With the money your sister has, she doesn’t expect you to pay for anything, all she cares about is your happiness though you refuse to not work; for now, you have a part time retail job whilst figuring out a career path that will become your future in the long term.

One thing you will say, is you have not missed driving in the city, hence the reasoning of you summoning a chauffeur. Traffic isn’t your favorite as commonly pronounced by anybody, and with how overwhelming your brain can feel, you prefer to be able to drift into the zone out rather than pay attention. Gripping the strap of your bag, you eagerly watch the road while cars pass by letting the heat of the breeze sweep through your hair. When the signal of your phone alerts you that your driver is close by, you aim your focus in the direction of a slowing vehicle, stunned by the countenance of a sharp jawline and rainbow colors dyed into bleach blonde strands.

The beauty you are about to behold is way out of your comfort zone, nor have you felt this attracted to an individual since your heart was obliterated a year ago. “Hi-hi,” you stutter once you enter the passenger side, the driver nods once with a smirk in tow, his button up snug to his frame.

“I’m Jimin,” he introduces, “Location still the bookstore downtown?”

“Yes please,” you are shocked you sound audible, but you return a timid smile while shoving some loose hair behind your reddening ear. The clean scent of lemon breaches past your nostrils while you try to maintain your composure, “I’m y/n, nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” soft music plays in the background, yet the only sense you tune into is the pounding in your temples. Pull yourself together, he is just a guy who drives a car, who will safely take you to the bookstore, no biggie, you will survive, there are more important things to- “So, as a fellow book lover, I must ask, what is your favorite story?”

Oof. Conversation to minimize the awkward way your shoulders tense at the mere thought of looking over at him, you rummage through the possible answers, struggling to gather your words in a timely manner. “Very hard question,” you gulp, “It’s like asking to choose your favorite song or movie. Too many stories to explore,”

“And never a time you will run out of adventure,”

Eyebrows shoot up in response, “Right,” you smile, “Sounds like you love a good adventure,”

“I will neither confirm nor deny,” a soft chuckle escapes past his plump lips while he keeps his gaze ahead on the traffic. “Have you resided here long?” Shifting nervously in your seat, you watch the buildings of the city closely in a way to avoid Jimin’s gaze without obviously melting.

“Only a year, made a split decision to move in with my sister. You?”

Jimin flits his stare for only a moment, “Only a few months. My best friend and I are opening a bar not far from the bookstore, you should come sometime. Invite anyone and everyone you want.”

“I love me a good drink,” bravery enters your frame while you briefly scan the smooth skin of Jimin’s face. “Sounds like a plan.”

“Taehyung has a lot of success in his business, and this will be his fourth opening so celebration is a must. He has a lot of sponsors and connections, the main being Kim Seokjin,”

Gasping, you immediately turn to him, “You mean the actor Kim Seokjin? You’re kidding!”

Laughing, Jimin’s smile stretches to show pearly white teeth, “I will allow you to punch me if I am,”

Deep down you try to suppress the memory of your ex-boyfriend who had a written script in preparation to be read for a potential movie, one that would, in hopes, hire Kim Seokjin as the lead. Hoseok is talented in the writing department and had dreams of becoming a successful author, but you gladly dismiss the memory when Jimin pulls to park for you to exit.

“Here,” swiftly he pulls out a business card handing it to you with a friendly grin, “The opening is in a few weeks, will I see you there?”

“One hundred percent,” clutching the card in your hand, you wave before shutting the door, turning to face the bookstore to hide the fact you would prefer to stare at Jimin whose face will haunt you for the time being. For fucks sake, I need to get laid. As you desperately insert the card into your wallet, you pause. Nay! Male specimens suck, they all suck, my mother said the purpose of a male is to produce a child that I clearly am not ready to birth from the womb that is my pretty pink uterus. That bleeds. Because I am not housing a fetus I- Ew. Maybe you’d rather be an aunt. Or have an ovariohysterectomy. Maybe your uterus would like to be taken out of the equation.

And now I need a coffee…. Shit.

Since when have you been this intimidated by a good-looking man? And when have you found any of your sporadic conscious entertaining? Therefore, you passionately believe in keeping your mouth shut when you’re on a tangent because humiliation is not in your vocabulary. Or… Is it? Also, you hate admitting how long it has been since you have even been kissed, much less caressed lovingly until you fell asleep. Is moving on from heartbreak too much to ask for? The heat of Hoseok’s kisses trailing your neck were enough to make you come undone, but his betrayal outweighs the good times- good times that evidently weren’t enough for him. Huffing in congruent with the squeezing of your shutting eyes, you step along the semi-crowded sidewalk where people mind their business enough to leave you alone. Your hand must have pressed against your stomach for a bit because you can still feel the presence of the touch before you subconsciously removed your palm.

Unfortunately, you are not in the best mood for getting lost in the lines of a story considering you were too busy thinking about your erm, lady possessions, so you tread what you hope will be enough distraction until you feel satisfied enough to go home. It’s funny the curveballs life will throw at you especially when twist and turns decide to expose themselves in the unexpected ways everyone wishes will not happen unless it gleams nothing but happiness. Sadly, for some, the hits of negativity must spark lessons before one reaches the promise land, so when you make a turn into the alley way leading to a popular coffee shop, you do not anticipate the way your life is going to change. Nor do you fathom the string of events that are about to follow when you stumble upon a leathered frame, sucking in a puff of a cigarette while he flicks at his eyebrow shimmering with a piercing, leaning against the wall where he swallows roughly. Undercut freshly done, his nostrils release the smoke in what seems to be slow motion while you halt in place.

Holy shit.

Tattoos ornament the entirety of his knuckles and wrist alluding to the beginning of a sleeve that’s covered by the thick material of his jacket. For all you know, he may not be one to approach, yet the tug of your heart is so strong, you try with all your might to make the executive decision to return to the bookstore, but alas, it is too late. Brown irises glance to your frozen figure right when he takes another drag of the cigarette, lifting an eyebrow in evident interest while your jaw drops unintentionally. “I’m-I’m sorry,” you bow in tiny, “I didn’t see you there.” Cringing, you know very damn well that you saw him, and he sees right through your little white lie.

“You’re fine,” he replies, studying your expression, tossing the cigarette to the ground to smother it, “Not the best place for me to smoke, but it’s the least populated area,”

At a loss for words, you nod in response, the guy barely pushing off the wall to stand straighter, the lingering smell of the cigarette brushing past your nose. “Well, I guess I’ll be going.” You say under your breath, walking with a mission toward the coffee shop to catch your breath. How in the world can somebody be that attractive? First Jimin, now this guy? Why hadn’t you moved to the city earlier? Uterus, it is not time to clench! It is not the time! The ding of the bell alerts your arrival to the staff, and you contemplate your order deciding to try a new flavor of coffee. Surprisingly, it is not nearly as busy as it typically is, so once you retrieve your order and pay, you search for a secluded table to descend into for some form of solitude. And, to recover from the interaction with the guy from the alley. You have never smoked a day in your life, but he made it seem so tempting, which in your case is nowhere near normal, so you shake the strange attraction from your mind as best as you can.

Sipping the hot liquid frequently, your sister has always teased that you delight in drinking coffee in the evenings, but it is your comfort go to especially when you need something to do, or to feel relaxed. The bell of the door echoes prompting the immediate noticing of whoever the customer is that entered. Swallowing abruptly, your heart leaps at the sight of the guy you literally saw fifteen minutes ago in the alley. A creeping blush spreads along your chest soon touching your cheeks to the point you wish you could hide. In a way, you attempt, sinking a smidge in your seat wondering if that will prevent him from noticing your presence.

Nice try. Between the minimal number of customers and the efficiency of the employees, a tattooed hand linked to a coffee cup slides into the seat across from you, tilting his head curiously when you toss your sight to bask in the glory of his profound attraction. I am in so much trouble. “Hi, again,” you murmur, crossing your arms over your chest to hide the quivering of your cold fingers, and to tame the flipping of your ovaries. “Did I scare you enough to make you confront me?”

Smirking a breathy laugh, he takes a swig of his coffee, “I’m not scared of anything.”

“If not fear, what brings you to my table?”

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A significant difference we must be obvious about right before we think about the four stages your romantic relationship will go through with your journey to a true cuckolding lifestyle may be the difference between hotwifing and cuckolding, and infidelity and affairs.

The easy difference is with hotwifing and cuckolding a person's spouse has other sexual companions along with his knowledge, consent and approval. Normally It really is even pushed by The person, at the least at first, because it's a deep seated fantasy he has.

Now we recognize that we could investigate the 4 phases I mentioned higher than. Almost every relationship where cuckolding becomes the norm passes by means of these stages, and it is vital to realise They're fully normal and standard. The one thing I am going to warn you of is when you Every single the final phase, then It truly is all truly out of the hands.

You will end up a cuckold, similar to you desired to be, and there'll be no means of likely again, even if you need to. We'll see why This is certainly Soon.

Phase 1: Ignorance.

This is where The person has the fantasy, but his wife understands nothing of it. She does not even know she does not know. When you requested her about owning excess-marital intercourse, she'd quickly imagine infidelity and affairs, and, assuming your marriage is strong, would likely be repelled by The reasoning.

Stage 2: Awareness.

When you've broached the topic together with her and spelled out the distinction between hotwifing and cuckolding, and getting an affair she's conscious of it and, Except she's dead-established versus it to the extent she won't even talk about it, she'll be seeking info on The subject and inquiring you lots of questions about it.

This stage can previous quite a long time and it is important not to hurry things -- due to the fact after she's really experienced sexual intercourse with An additional man, then while she will prevent and never ever get it done again, It is really difficult to put back the clock and unfuck the person.

Phase three: Exploration.

This is when she's performed it and she's favored it... and he or she's willing to do much more of it.

But you will find nevertheless some part of her that's Not sure and he or she's telling herself The main reason she's executing it's for you. She'd stop any time you asked, and she or he's frequently checking with you that It is really continue to OK.

Stage 4: Life style.

Right after some time, your beloved undergoes a deep and profound adjust.

At this time, without having her even realising it, she has grown into her job like a sexually liberated hotwife. She's absolutely free from your constraints of Culture which, if she was a single lady, would probable judge her harshly.

As a substitute, she is a good married female who has the advantage of unlimited stores for her sexual Electricity.

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At this stage she's undertaking it for herself... and if you requested her to prevent the wouldn't.

It's not that she's cruel or unloving, It is really more that the deep and profound adjust has manufactured her so she could see no reason behind stopping.

Adult men whose wives development to this phase are inside a mattress of their own personal generating. They've got requested, and perhaps begged for this, and whilst they will quit it by leaving the marriage, if they wish to remain in it, then they've to grasp she has fans and that is closing.

She is going to probably contain you in her sexual exploits, permitting you to watch and pay attention, however it's now not about you. It can be about her.

In the intense, she may have a live-in lover, and when you are still No. 1 regarding her appreciate and loyalty, with regards to sex you might be relegated to a slave, serving each of these at their whim.

The thing to recall is this: be incredibly, incredibly, careful what you want for.

[takemyopenheart]

Surprise

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey and f!MC (Luz Beltrán) | Category: fluff | Rating: G | Warnings: none | Word Count: 1.6k | Ao3 link

summary: It’s Father’s Day, and Luz and baby Rey have special news for daddy.

Ethan’s whistling-snores in Luz’s ear awoke her. The strands of her hair flew up in the air each time he exhaled, which had her almost giggling to herself. He looked so at peace, his arms underneath the pillow, his long lean body stretched out so comfortably. Today was his day, and she would make sure her hard-working husband got all the rest he deserved.

She opened the curtains and stared at nothing but the June gloom outside, but that wasn’t enough to dampen her spirits. There was a lot planned to do today, and she smiled to herself as she stared back at Ethan’s sleeping form. Someone else needed to wake up, so she carefully tip-toed out of the room to check on their 17-month-old. Her heart felt full every time she stared down at the tiny life she and Ethan created. Aréya had her daddy’s piercing blue eyes, and they stared up at her as she walked over to her crib. Rey’s smile lit up as she hugged her favorite star-patterned blankie, and she opened her arms out for her mommy, all the while letting out an excited babble. "Good morning, Rey." Luz picked her up in her arms, quickly smelling the evidence that she needed a diaper change.

Once she was clean and happy, she sat her in her high chair to make her a banana toast breakfast. It was still only 7:30, and knowing Ethan was a morning person, Luz knew she had to be quick before he decided to wake up.

As Aréya ate her breakfast and babbled away, Luz grabbed the Father’s Day gift to wrap it. Her elation was still present as she wrote a message on the card, which had Rey’s handprints on the front in the shape of a heart—or what was an attempt at a shape of a heart, as Rey hadn’t been too cooperative. Next, she fixed up a stack of chocolate chip pancakes with fruit on the side—his favorite, strawberries and cantaloupe.

She froze when she heard a loud sound, thinking Ethan had gotten up, but only laughed when it turned out to be Rey’s sippy cup that she had thrown on the floor. She mimicked her mom’s laugh, and Luz quickly stopped and put on a serious face so she wouldn’t think what she did was right.

"No, Rey," she said as she picked it up to wash it.

"No," Rey repeated, shaking her little head.

"That’s right." Luz cleaned Rey’s mouth and her hands. "Now, are you ready to surprise daddy?" she whispered while getting her out of the high chair. "Say ‘big sister’."

Rey stared at her lips as Luz enunciated the words in an exaggerated fashion. "Big sister."

"Bist-oo," she repeated over and over again. Luz let out a small laugh when she realized that was the best they could do.

As she approached the master bedroom with Rey in her right arm and Ethan’s breakfast in her left hand, her heart thumped in her chest. She really hoped he would take the news well. It wasn’t easy being doctors while raising a baby. But they did the best they could for their daughter. She was their number one priority. And she knew he loved being a father. Welcoming her into their lives had been the biggest blessing, and they hadn’t stopped smiling since the moment they held her in their arms for the first time. She just hoped he wouldn’t be terrified by the prospect of going through the terrible-twos while raising a newborn.

Well, there was no going back now. This was happening no matter what. Taking a deep breath, she crossed the threshold and hovered over Ethan’s still-sleeping form. She bent down and placed Rey on top of him. He lay on his back, still snoring away, with one arm over his face, and the comforter pulled down around his waist, exposing his sculpted chest.

As soon as Rey moved around on top of him, his snores stopped and his eyes slowly peeled open. Ethan stirred awake as he felt something moving on top of him and two small hands on his face. His eyes stared back at his identical ones belonging to his precious daughter, and he smiled at the sight of his little girl.

"Well, what do we have here," his groggy voice said.

"Happy Father’s Day, daddy!" Luz crawled in next to her darling family and lay a gentle kiss on his lips. His smile widened as he wrapped his arms around his girls and kissed each of them. This was the perfect way to wake up—surrounded by his two loves.

"Thank you very much!" He sat up, blinking his eyes to adjust to the light, and lifted Rey in the air, causing her to giggle.

"Say ‘Happy Father’s Day’, Rey," Luz instructed her, but she was too busy laughing as her daddy tickled her and blew raspberries on her stomach.

"We made you breakfast." She placed the plate of pancakes in front of him after he put Rey down.

He moaned in delight as he brought the plate up to his nose. "Thanks, sweetheart. This looks incredible, you’re the best. And you’re the best," he tickled Rey once more under her arm and placed a kiss on her head. "This is the best Father’s Day I could ask for." He looked into his wife’s eyes with all the love he had for her. She felt so damn lucky to have such a man in her life.

"Oh! But that’s not all." She gave him the gift bag, and he reached for the card. "Before you open the gift, just read this first."

His face was full of anticipation as he opened the card, and he let out a soft laugh as he looked at the artwork on the front of it. "This is adorable. You did this?" he asked Rey, pointing to the card. She looked on with a giggle as she moved around, and he began to read what was inside.

"Dear Ethan," he read aloud. "Though we don’t need one specific day to remind us that you’re the best father anyone could ever ask for, I just wanted to tell you how happy you make Rey and me. The way she lights up whenever you walk into the room, the sound of her giggles mixed with yours, the times you calm her down after she’s had a crying fit, the joyful looks on your faces whenever you’re around each other, is the greatest thing for me to witness. You never cease to amaze me. I feel like the luckiest woman in the world to have landed such a delicious husband and baby daddy. Our nights are never boring—winky face. But seriously, Ethan, thank you for being an incredible and supportive husband and father. Rey and I couldn’t be happier to have you in our lives. You and I created an amazing little human from our love, and that love continues to grow in more ways than one—look inside. Happy Father’s Day, handsome. We love you."

His smile didn’t disappear as he read, and her anxiousness grew when he read the last few sentences. He choked up as he finished and wrapped his arms around Luz. "Thank you. I don’t know what I did do deserve you two." Rey was seated in his lap, trying to pull out the tissue paper inside the gift bag. He looked down at her, blissfulness painted on his face before meeting Luz’s eyes again—that same expression not dissipating.

"You’re welcome, mi amor."

He finally peered in and reached for the small rectangular box. She could tell he missed the clue she had written in the card, but she didn’t care. He opened it, and once his eyes settled on the positive pregnancy test, he felt his breath catch. His smile was replaced with a look of startled surprise, and he whipped his head toward her, staring back with tenderness in his eyes. He had not prepared for this, how had he missed the signs? But that wasn’t important right now.

He took her hands in his. "Are-are you?" His eyes were wide and fixed on her. Her vision became blurry, and all she could do was nod her head. He finally gave in to the emotion, and a lone tear rolled down his cheek, and he pulled her toward him, hugging her as he sniffed his nose and buried his face in the crook of her neck. Rey came in between them, and they broke apart to share the excited news.

"You’re gonna be a big sister, Rey!" Ethan exclaimed excitedly.

"Bist-oo," she blurted out, which earned a small gasp from him as he cupped her chubby cheeks before kissing them.

"Yes! Are you excited?" Rey pushed his hands down and crawled over to the plate of breakfast. Ethan fed her a piece of his strawberry and kept his eyes on Luz as he held her close.

"So, you’re happy?" she asked him.

"Of course I am! Why wouldn’t I be?" He looked down at her, brows furrowed in confusion.

"I just...I was a little anxious considering Rey’s not even two yet."

"Oh, sweetheart. I promise you, I’m delighted. We didn’t exactly plan this, but you know what? I wouldn’t trade this for the world," he simply said, and her tears flowed again. "Come here." He pressed his lips against hers, finding himself placing his hand against her stomach. It astonished him that there was a second being they created growing inside.

They sat in bed with their toddler by their side and their growing baby inside Luz’s belly. She couldn’t believe a year from now, they would be celebrating Father’s Day cuddled in bed with two babies. It was the greatest surprise they could ever ask for.

• @openheartfanfics

[yumihoe]

{You'll float too }

A yandere villain  Uraraka x gn reader 

Wordcount :1.5k

Tw: Mentions of Kidnapping, undescriptive gore , Drugging , abuse , 

Your arm hurt.

That was the first thought as the grogginess of sleep left you. Your arm was pulsing, a rhythmic, heartbeat-like throb. The pain intensifies as the final slithers of sleep slipped away.

Fuck your arm hurt.

You forced yourself to sit up, moving from the fetal position you had tucked yourself into the night before.

The memories of the night's occurrences flooding back into your memory.  

Uraraka had strapped you down, onto a gurney of some sort, cooing as she injected one of Kurogiri’s concoctions into the vein on your leg-or had it been your arm -Reassuring you that it would numb you enough that you would hardly feel what she was about to do next.

What- What had she done next? Whatever it was the pain it caused had made you pass out. Which leads to waking up on the cot in the corner.

The room smelled awful. A smell you couldn't exactly pinpoint. Sickenly sweet and rotten all at the same time. The smell so overwhelming that it made you nauseous and that coupled with the pulsating of your arm made your head spin.

You almost laughed to yourself.

What were you expecting? For your prison to smell like roses and fresh fields of lavender? You had managed to be kidnapped by the league of villains. This wasn't a five-star resort.

Of course, it would fucking stink.

You had spent the first two days of your captivity wondering what any other sane person in your position would, Why you?

There had been instances - few-  when people were kidnaped by the love to be recruited. you recalled watching the news a while back - while you were in high school - A particular story about a boy, now pro hero Dynamight being kidnapped by the league of villains in his U. days as a failed means to recruit him for their cause.

But that was the problem. Dynamight had a wonderful, flashy quirk, one that landed him the position as number 2 hero. Your quirk was hardly flashy or powerful, a simple healing quirk, one that couldn't even be used to heal yourself. That coupled with your lack of training equated to you being an ordinary civilian.

Maybe they wanted to make an example out of you. Broadcast your death for thousands of viewers, similar to the way the villain Dabi had exposed his father's crimes to the world on a national stage.

It was on The third day of your stay you received your answer.

There was no grand cause, no divine reasoning behind your kidnapping.

She had brought you here on a whim. Because as she put it

“ I saw you and I wanted you, so I took you .”

As if you were a pretty knickknack on the ground, to be picked up and pocketed, instead of a human being.

Maybe there had been more to it than that, but that was all you caught before passing out from the pain again.

Uraraka seemed to take great joy in strapping you down to the makeshift gurney. Round Face tinged red as she shocked and carved and prodded and poked. You were brought here to suffer

no less, no more.

The sound of footsteps edging closer to your room snapped you out of your thoughts. You retracted back into the corner ignoring the searing red pain from your arm as you shriveled back into a ball. Uraraka bounced into the room Flipping on the light switch and shutting the door sharply behind her. Under the pale flickering white light, You took a moment to study her features.

Round face, rosy cheeks, button nose Auburn hair falling on either side of her face.

In another life, you might have said she looked innocent.

Cute.

Albeit except for the all to familiar look of demented infatuation in her oval eyes. The brown orbs seeming to be forever dilated.  

“ Your awake “ She stated skipping closer to your huddled form.

“ I was beginning to worry that you lost too much blood while I was giving you your gift.” You pushed yourself further back into the wall as she inched closer to the cot. She ignored your clear discomfort in favor of grabbing at your heavy arm. Now that the room was illuminated you noticed the bandages wrapped tightly around the limb.

“ I took extra care to make sure it doesn't get infected, and ill even have Dabi cauterize it later for you.” She said cheerfully picking at the wrappings. Slowly undoing them.  

The wrapping fell onto the cot. Uraraka smiled, admiring her handiwork. Your eyes widened looking at the thing that was making your arm ache so badly.

“Property of Of Ochako Uraraka”

The repulsive branding had been scribbled on your arm in pretty cursive. Starting at the curve of your elbow and ending right before your hand.

The room started spinning.

“ Do you like it pet?”

Her voice sounded far away now, drowned out in your dizziness.

Why was the room spinning?

She looked at you- head cocked to the side slightly, reaching out and forcing your chin straight to make eye contact with her.

“ You really ought to be more grateful you know” She sneered dilated eyes now small, black beads. The look of infatuation was replaced with something- something darker.

“You have no idea how hard it was to convince Shigaraki to let you stay here. Trying to make him believe that worthless little healing quirk of yours could be of use to us.” She sneered, the light fluffiness in her voice gone now.

“ The least you could do is answer me when I speak to you pet.”

Your voice comes out broken and horse, “ W-Why Why could I like this y- your f- fucking sick you cra-

You hear the smack before you feel the sharp tingling on the side of your face.

“ Pet you really must learn to mind your manners .” She hissed. Snatching the collar of your tattered shirt, yanking you upright until you were flush against her face. For a second you were sure she would kill you then and there. With that sick fucking look in her eyes it wouldn't be a stretch. Maybe she would kill you and put you out of your misery. She kept you like that ….staring deeply into your eyes before letting go of your shirt. Your body falling back onto the cot.

“ Come pet, I want to show you something .” She said standing up swiftly. you try to stand up shakily legs quivering. Since you'd been brought here you hadn't been allowed to leave the room. You warily stood up and started to slowly trail behind her.

She skipped cheerfully down the hall and up a flight of rotting wooden stairs. You tried to take in your surroundings as best you could as she pulled you along, But the only thing you recognized was the smell. The same sickenly sweet offsetting smell. It was stronger now, clouding your senses.  

You walked for what seemed an eternity - were your legs this sore before? - until she halted suddenly in front of a door at the end of a long hallway.

The sweet rotting smell was the strongest here.

She moved to open the door before stopping and turning around flashing you a sly cat-like smile “ O-OO-OOO” She squealed giddily jumping up and down, “c’mere pet It'll be a surprise “ She yanked you closer to placing your hand on the doorknob. She placed her head in the crook of the neck before covering your eyes with her palms, pinkies on each hand slightly raised as to keep you from floating away. “ I'm going to count down from three and when I reach one I want you to open this door, can you do that for me pet?” She whispered deliriously. You nodded - much too afraid to put up any form of protest.  “ Three.” She started, pausing to bite down sharply on your neck.

“Two “ She continued pink tongue darting out to lap at the sweet red liquid from the wound she created.  

“one.”

Your hand turned the doorknob and Uraraka urgently ushered you into the room. Flicking on another light switch. The smell coming from the room was enough to make you sick, though Uraraka seemed to be unbothered by it.

You looked around for a second, confused.

Splat

Something wet had fallen on your nose. Your hand reached up to touch the foreign liquid.

To your horror, it was blood.

you slowly tilted your head up to be met by hundreds, no thousands of floating bodies.

Your brain finally registered the suffocating smell

of death. These people were dead.

“ What -what is this.” You choked out .” Uraraka took her hand in yours smiling like  a woman possessed.

“ This pet, This is my collection.” She said almost proudly. The room wasn't spinning at this point, it was convulsing. She took your face into her hands squishing your cheeks together.

The room finally stopped moving as you focused in on those brown dilated pupils.

“ See pet the way I see it, you could submit to me, and mind of your fucking manners, learn how to be more fucking grateful or, she said moving closer to ear nibbling at it bit before continuing

“ You'll float too”

yes I got the idea for this from Georgie from It. 😭✋

[some-dr-writings]

Chiaki gets into a friendly competition with her S/O

·       Sometimes things go as planned. Sometimes even when you want to be with someone you can’t because of distance or conflicting schedules. That had happened on Chiaki’s birthday. She was a bit disappointed none of her high school friends and even her partner couldn’t see her in person, but she at least wanted some contact with them.

·       Thankfully her job allowed her to do such. “Okay everybody. In two minuets I will be starting the twenty-four-hour birthday live stream!” Chiaki rather liked playing video games with others watching. It was fun to let people enjoy games they may not have access too or are simply not skilled enough to get far in. She also liked seeing what conversations wee popping up in chat, often a new inside joke amongst her fans being created from something funny happing in the game. Even if her friends could only pop in for a moment, or even if she missed it, at least they could still be together and celebrating in a way. Like this everybody could just stop by whenever it was convenient for them.

·       Since it was so early in the morning and she was rather tired so she decided to play a more relaxing game. “Hmm. Ah, no we’re not playing that today. Y/N’s still in the war and their contract doesn’t end for another month. I don’t want to play it without them.” Though you were a mercenary, often off traveling around the world you were like her co-star. Whenever you were around, you’d play couch co-op games. The audience loved you, you being so charming the charismatic. You usually used your charms to get work, but it was fun to play it up for the camera.

·       Though being a mercenary and having no real loyalties other than to whoever paid you the most, your friends and girlfriend, you so highly valued teamwork. You needed to be able to work well with anyone at any time and get on their good side quickly, so you rather liked co-op games.

·       “They’re doing just fine. OH! That reminds me!” She so brightly smiled, a light blush on her cheeks. “They actually knew I’d be doing this starting at midnight, so they sent my gift to the neighbors to give it to me, I got it just before I started streaming. They also had cake and a few other things sent to me as well. And a letter as well. It’s so sweet.”

·       Quickly most of the chat was demanding she read the letter aloud, but one particular message and username caught her eye. ‘Perhaps not. Those words were written for my player 1 alone.’ “Aw, you’re here, but it’s unlike you to be so shy Y/N.” ‘Do as you with I just don’t want you to feel pressured.’ “And you’re embarrassed by it.” ‘Am not!’ It was not true, you were not the shy type… around strangers, but when it came to people who you valued however… hearing any sort of praise from them always turned you into putty in their hands. Though chat always ooed and awed at your flirtatious comments or complimented how kind or good looking you were you didn’t care and just politely took it, unlike when it was any positive word of you from friends, a simple thank you for Chiaki could earn a blush from you or hearing one of your high school buddies call you their friend would draw a beaming smile from your lips. Even if the little affection could fluster you, she knew you loved it.

·       “You are. I know you. And it’s cute.” ‘You may fine me cute, but I certainly can’t compare to you and your blush right now! So soft and gentle. I can’t wait for this job to finish so I can come running back to you! Cuddling sounds so nice right now.’ “Y/N you’re just the best. Thank you so much for all the birthday surprises, I didn’t expect any of it.” ‘You WEREN’T!? Then I better step up, you should expect nothing less from your partner, even if they weren’t me!’ “I don’t know about that. You can be a bit extra sometimes.” ‘EXTRA!? I just do the bare minimum when I’m away! I just try my best, none of it is EXTRA!’ “Honey. Yes, you’re extra.” ‘WHAT’S WITH THAT LOOK!?’ A giggle bubbled up from her seeing how you were reacting and how flustered you must have been behind your screen. ‘Enough talk about me, today is about you!’ “And I want to talk about you, and how great you are.”

·       You didn’t respond right away, likely her last comment sending you over the edge of embarrassment and joy and you needed a moment to cool off. Though you soon responded. ‘Challenge!’ “Oh, you want a challenge?” ‘YES! You can’t keep complimenting me if I beat your butt at a game!’ Sometimes people would drop into Chiaki’s stream, challenging her to take her title of queen gamer, but clearly you weren’t after her title. “Okay, you’re on. And when we’re done I’ll tell you how well you did.” ‘YOU CAN’T DO THAT IF I FAIL MISERABLY!’ “…” Chiaki simply shook her head. “I love you.” ‘I LOVE YOU TOO! NOW OFF TO BATTLE!’

·       Certainly, how silly you could get was one of Chiaki’s favorite charms about you. Even when apart, you made her birthday all the sweeter.

[solardick]

I doubt im getting back to normality” any time soon. Oh, Sightly loathing. You are a something to see. It’s being built up again. I suspect another crisis. Im losing count. The jupiter in aqua is an awefull piece of shit as my brother would say. On the positive side of abuse and harrasment. And placement. And despair. Hig ols steliem of demons. Is what the centaurs are. Playing this horrorscope to a T. Destruction. And glee. Glee? Yeah glee. Its the most consistent thing inknow from others. Its just there. And yet not one person. Noy one person had come forward other than yo gleem a peice of info. Like y’all fo here. Looking for something? I got plenty.

Anyway. I was thinking. a or the other way of writting it. And, o, e, c. Probably a dead end. Maybe not. Blind fool. O fool, the E fool and the high priestess. There it is again. And something new. We got two pillars. An innocemt fool amd a “guilty fool. And the Oo death card. Whichbis neat being a card that uses the letters on the card to speak it own play. Its a passage of time. And a glimpse of the future amd the fear ewith death on thr consequences if it isnt speaking something else also. The distant and the present.

The more convinced i become that this card is wuite magical indeed. And a right slection. Whoch was waiting to be plugged in. Wasn’t my choice. Just the body. The things that come to when one is in solitary.

The marseille fool. The current E-fool. Is a negative figure. I preffer the negative figure. It just nakes more sense. Symbolically. I mean you can try and bend the rules all yah want. So that it fixed as a projection. Cant use waites fool. For that. The blind fool is best. Spwaks the same message and then some. Without all the fancy excesorries. They played the marseeille fool on me. Didn’t really fit cause their wrong but. They dont listen

Know what. Im gonna talk openly about my love for jesus. To everyone around me. Would you kiss jesus with the mouth?! Jesus. Come, here. This guy wants a kiss. Yeah thats what inthought shut the fuck yp. The current list of demons” are called pests. Pestilence. Bzz bzz. Go be by myself. They make sure they fallowed me around and rub in how much they enjoy being cunts.

Well lets put the crusofix back on. Since that is my life. And watch all these cunts give me a hard time. Hey look the weather report id wrong. Its usually spot on to thr minute. But not today its raining out. Not cloudy.

Just because i believe in god doesnt mean i have to be polite about. Hlaf the world is busy sucking eachother off, createing single peramt families and being cunts anyway.

The term cocksukr is poli numerous or however its called. If its been seperated into its original

Teo words. Its literally all in the eye of the beholder. People eat cocks all the time. And to be called a sucker. Means what? Point made.

Oh shit! Its a dove. Good. Doves are good. God agrees with me. The problem

With eating a bird. Requires destruction of natural resources.

Alright. Do an std screening and if thats negative get a rectal cancer screening. If i have to wear a diaper for the rest of my life. Im backing out.

Moral of my life. Dont be an incompetant retard and have children.

n dit turns out god was right when the crows warnes mw agaisnt nate on the day he said we would be working together. He’s just another fucktard that wnjoys fucken with people. Though its weird how he mostly just specificcalt warned me about him. Pudgy batman and the neurotic troll too. To anlesser degree and the others.. not muchnof anything. Odd. Probably because the others dont try and hide it.

After this grouo of people messing with me i womder who the next group will be.

Place after place year after year. Since childhood. Born in hell.

Anyway god. Thanks for looking out for me. In this world full of narcissists. Taken joy in ruining my life. But i dont need it. You’re wasting your time. All life is is other people hurting me. Its all its ever been. Father’s a narsicist. He always showed me elation when talking about having the upoer handover someone. The smiles he used to gove me instead of giving me guidance. Like you used to say about Tony’s father. “I used to use as a punchign bag” said it multiple times when a smile on his face. All life is is this. After 30 years. Of constant upgeaval. I dont want to be alive anymore. Sont waste your time on me. Im not surviving much longer.

Inwish i was a narsicist peice of shit too. Maybe id have a life and be a degwbweate fucktard to the rest of humanity toi and have a sens eof acconomishment. Like lak these others. Ive been beaten since i was 13. Dead since i was 13. They’re never going to stop. I dint know what life is not being fucked with. Its always been this way. An dinknow that theyre never going to stop. They take oleasure in it. Over 30 years mu entire life is other people hirting me. So i doesnt matter what i do. Im stuck her essrroinded by criminal assholes. How have been taling my existance since birth. So just go away. And stop trying to help me. I need them gone. Or your efforts are useless they laugh and mock you god. Leave me be. And let me die. I dont want yiur help anymore. Im not allowed to be myself. Surrounded by all these fucken cocksukrs.

I thought about going to go see for soem help for my psychosocial issues. But then i realized that these faucktards have been engeneering me to be this way. Somits pointless cause its not really me. Its them. I wish there was a lesson for me to learn in allnof this. But theres not.after this many years. Theres notheing to learn. Thats isn’t isnt actually the real world. Its a torutee chamber i was born in. And have been a target in sinve birth. Theres nothign to take away from it.

I have a life sentence of being fucked woth foe other reason then being born. Im hoing to start leaving my door unlocked so, y’all can vome in freely and drug up my food again. And do whatever sicknand twisted y’all want to do to me. 39 and i still dont know what havign a sense of securoty feels like. Womder what it feels like being libed and having someone hows got your back. I womder what it feels like not havign an environemnt animinical to uour well being. I wimder what it feels like being a narcissi t peice of shot. Womder whatn it feels like feelig. Rightious while destroying and slowly killing soemones life. Wonder what it feels like havign responsibility for someone else life. Womder what it feels like beign there and supporting someone you know isn’t fucking with uou. Winder ehat life would be like not being raised by enemies. Wo

We what its like not being an object of ridicule. Womder what its like havign i sider i formation on my own life. The world had been plotting agaisnt me sonce i was a child. I wish there was soemthign to learn in life. But, theees not. Ive already learnt wverything 30 years ago. I have a teachers personality. And everyone treats me like im a in now at all bettwr than thou charecter. Its easier to lear. While you teach. To bad being a study means you never learn anything. Eomder what its like not being serroundd by criminals. Havign people, shoving dick and drugs in your face everyday. Been that way since choldhood. Its never going to change.

Hey its my birthday tomorow. Wonder what sick twosted bs their going to gove me. My retarded invred family will

Probably send me money. Ugh. More cash to donate to charity supposed.

[popculturebuffet]

Ducktales: Woo-oo! Review! or From the Top

Hello all you happy people! And to those of you just joining this blog, welcome I review ducks, other animated shows and comics... and today’s review is special for me. For a number of reasons. For starters it’s a reminder how far i’ve come. See I always wanted to be a reviewer, ever since high school when a friend showed me a certain online reviewer whose now dead to me, and opened me up to a world of much better reviewers who i’m still fans of to this day, and ones who came after them , and after that and so on and so on. I so badly wanted a community to belong to I struggled to be a youtube reviewer but frankly lacked the talent or self confidence back then to try, so my attempts over the decade were a series of stops and starts. Of me starting to find my niche writing only to stop because I hated myself so much, and still struggle with that, i’d tell myself I could never do it, I wasn’t good enough, I wasn’t funny enough and no one cared. I kept shutting myself down AGAIN AND AGAIN, for far too long. 

But that all changed a year ago next month: I’d long been a fan of the Ducktales Reboot. I was caustiously optimistic when it was announced. The optimism came from a deep abiding love of scrooge as a character despite not having dove into his comics that deep, I didn’t have an easy way at the time, thanks to life and times and what comics I had read, and was excited to see a fresh reboot closer to the comics with my eternal boy Donald Duck back in the main character. The caution.. came from the fact that at the time we’d gotten a string of bad to medicore reboots: Teen Titans GO, Powerpuff Girl, and Ben 10 which started pretty meh but has turned into alirght from some of the later episodes I saw. I wanted to be hyped to all hell but I had no proof this wasn’t going to be another dumbed down reboot. Then comic con came, the first teaser poster dropped, and my skepticism died.

It was perfect: a barksian art style with it’s own twists! Donald full on display! And best of all the triplets FINALLY had not only unique outfits but personalities! I’ve long went on in my reviews about how much that annoyed me and while it worked for the barks comics ever since then it’s just felt like a waste to have three characters there.. and not even the SLIGHTEST difference. 

My anticipation only grew with the full trailer, the promo posters as more and more info showed how good this series would be, how unique it’d be, and how much tw as taking what made the comics great, giving us a better distalation of that while still being very much it’s own beast. And once this episode dropped.. that faith was unfounded. Woo-oo! is without hyperbole, one of the best pilots i’ve seen, one that introduced the entire main cast perfectly, gets the series tone and mission statment out just right and in general set the stage for one of the best shows of the 2010′s (and 2020′s, even if it only lasted a year and some change). Wheras Teen Titans GO actively tried to take a dump on it’s source material, they thankfully have stopped that but it dosent’ make those early years any less grating, Ducktales was a breath of fresh air that honored the past while making i’ts own future. I tried talking about it but it was all in other failed attempts at reviewing: solo podcasts, my breif second video review career.. stuff no one rightly cared about and I just couldn’t get the hang of. 

So this is where we loop back to last year: I decided to finally try and cover it one more time, not realizing this would be my last chance as it came out anyway, and since I was doing text reviews but my output had slid in the new year, I decided to review Season 3 as it came out. If it bottomed out I could always stop.... and I just never did. I kept going, eventually finding new fans, a patreon (The other one’s an old friend of mine), and not only got paid doing what I love.. but found some peace.  I reviewed other shows as they came out, covered things i’d wanted to cover for years like life and times, scott pilgrim and x-men,. I covered other shows as they came out, found people willing to talk over my opinions and found my niche at long last. 

So that’s why the long speech folks: After almost a year of reviewing i’m properly covering the start of something that made me happier than I had been in a long time and gave me hope during one of the worst periods of ALL our lives. Something i’ve wanted to cover since I finally got started last year, and something truly amazing. So i’d be honored if you’d join me under the cut as I talk about the genesis of one of the best series Disney has ever put out. 

Behind the Scenes Stuff:  Most details I could find were sparse. it took going back to the first month the show came out and looking at a LOT of unrelated questions to finally find out Frank and Matt outright pitched the show. This dosen’t suprise me as both are huge ducktales fans with Matt having drawn his own duck comics as a kid and Frank taking it an extra mile having sang the theme song in his first grade talent show, worked it into his vows and got his first daughter’s first word to be “Woo-oo”. It’s very clear this show as a labor of love for them something they dreamed of Disney made possible. 

Otherwise I don’t have much on the genisis of the show: It was in the earliest ideas going to be a revivial but Frank and Matt both decided against it , deciding it’d be unfair to expect kids from 30 years after the original to know the source material, and instead just starting it over outright, which was the right call especailly with Alan Young’s passing. 

Design wise I found quite a bit of concept art thanks to one website, and it’s incredibly intresting. This is why i’ve really gotten into art books: I like seeing this early stuff what characters used to be, figuring out or outright hearing from the creators mouths why they changed it that sort of thing. 

Starting off we have some early designs for Donald, with him wearing the sailor suit as a kid but his Quackshot outfit as an adult, something I honestly wish they’d kept but get why they changed it: The iconic sailor suit both helps contrast him with della and fits his reluctance to adventure in season 1 more. I still wish that they worked the Quackshot outfit in somewhere, but they worked in so damn much, it’s hard to complain> Though I probably will make a list of “things I wished they’d worked” in at some point and i’d be lying inf I siad my mind wasn’t currently turning the gears to figure out how to work this into a fanfic. Oohhh maybe as Dewey’s outfit as an adult but blue, obviously. 

Next we have Donald settled more into his final apperance as well as the boy’s first outfits.  As you can tell from both of these the show originally went more with the classic art style before getting the one we’re familiar with now, one I love by the way and was made to combine a classic cartoon style with the visual of the comics. Donald originally had his classic outfit before they transitioned to the more barks style one, a good call.  

The interesting bit though is obviously the boys original outfits which i’m honestly bummed didn’t make it for Huey and Louie, not so much Dewey minus the visor. I do get the changes though: The hoodie Dewey had fit WAY beter on Louie, and the lumberjack shirt didn’t quite fit the nerdier huey. Still look nice. Dewey’s is okay, but only the visor is something I really gregret them removing same with louie’s fedora. It would’ve been neat ot keep the hat thing, but have each hat be unique. Likely they simplified things to make animation easier and simply removed the hats for some reason, but it’s nice ot see these more detailed original drafts and it is VERY interesting to find that differentiating the triplets was something planned from the earliest concept art. Though given Matt and Frank said in interviews they wanted a more natural family feel, it’s not a huge surprise. 

Scrooge like everyone BUT the boys thus far, naturally also had his original outfit at first, but like he ended up doing in the series rotated a bit, if not as much in the final product. We also see a protoype for his final design, the old coat but with a jacket over it in the last image. I also notice Donald seemed a lot more like his old comics self in the concept art with quackshot!donald. 

Like everyone else, Webby and Launchapd were originally their 87 deisgns, though Launchpad’s slightly diffrent jacket and green scarf were changed from the start. Webby is the closest to her 87 design, and as shown in the previous Lena concept art from my “Spies Like Us and Dime after Dime” double feature, she still had her new personality. More on that in a bit. 

Finally we have Flintheart, whose design is a bit diffrent from 87: He was a chub from day one it appears, though they’d exagerate it, and his beard was a bit longer at first like his other incarnations. 

Beakly is largely unchanged form 87, only given a coat, which would gradually be mofidied, much liekt he boys into her current outfit. 

As you can tell Beakly, Webby and Launchpad were all there from day one as they wanted them from the original ducktales just updated. 

Production wise they wanted to go handrawn, chose the style they did to have something close to the comics that felt classicly aniamteda t the same time, I feel they succeeded and wanted a show that felt like the original. I do think this show has it’s own feel but it does feel ducktales. I badly hope for an artbook at some point though as this show probably hada  LOT more intresting concept art. Seriously Disney I will PAY YOU to look at your neat art. Please. 

So they created a fully formed world and put the characters in it, wanting it to feel like the world had existed before and had throughly been explored and letting our young heroes be the watson to Donald and Scrooge’s holmes. 

Finally Della was indeed part of the initial pitch and a core idea from day one as every family has secrets and Della felt like one that had been lurking around the fringes of the story for 80 years. The rest of the production stuff i’ll weave in as we go but first one last stop, the STELLAR voice cast, none of whom outsideo f Tony i’ve talked about before sooooo...

The All Star Cast

The casting was outstanding here, with Matt admitting the cast brought a LOT to the characters, especially Ben Schwartz whose taken on Dewey was so unique and intresting they actually rewrote some of his dialouge for the pilot to fit this version better. This is far and away one of the best casts in western animation, most coming from comedy backgrounds and one or two coming from a voice acting background, but all bringing their absolute best. And since our main 8 are all in the pilot let’s run them down along with Keith Ferguson shall we?

Playing everyone’s faviorite billionare scotsman  and one of the very few to ever do so, we have David Fucking Tennant. David was their “First and only choice” and for good reason: David is a talented actor with a MASSIVE amount of stage, tv and audio drama credits. His biggest and best known role is playing the 10th Doctor on Doctor Who, which while not my faviorite (That’d be matt smith, as he’s both the one I came in on and hte one who got me hooked) he’s still  VERY close second and damn talented and I need to watch more of his tenure. Outside of that just to condense it to his ongoing roles on stuff and bigger roles: Filmwise he’s had starring roles in the Fright Night remake, You, Me and Him, Fish Without Bicycles and Bad Samartains, and is set to do a voice for the upcoming Loud House Movie, which excites me to no end. 

TV wise where most of his roles have been he got his first big starring role on the Telly with the BBC Mini series Taking Over the Asylum in the late 90′s. He’d go on to make a career out of doing mini’s for a while, also taking part in He Knew He Was Right, The Quatermass Experiment Remake, Casanova, Secret Smile.. and Blackpool. I saved Blackpool for last before we move into the Who era as if you’ve never heard of it.. it’s REALY fucking weird. It’s a jukebox musical about a man who wants to make Blackpool, a real city, into the new vegas and Tennat plays a cop investigating a case around the guy and also trying to get with his wife because they used to date and because our lead is philandering jackass. That’s already kinda nuts.. but then you get to the fact the songs are sung OVER the original songs instead of making a new version of them. It’s surreal to be sure but if you can find it it’s worth it for the handful of good numbers and how weird it looks and you can find clips of the songs on youtube if your intrested. Here’s a starter. 

Your also welcome. He’d go on to play Detective Alec Hardy in Broadchurch to critical aclaim as well as be a part of it’s short lived american remake, would play the Fugitoid in tmnt 2007, Kilgrave in Jessica Jones, one of his few post who roles i’ve seen or heard besides Scrooge and easily some of his best work he NAILS that purple bastard perfectly, would make his own show Staged about a fictional version of himself putting on a Stage play that’s still ongoing, and is currently , along with Ducktales as it wraps up, the voice of Lord Commander on Final Space, with the character returning this season judging by the trailers to fan delight and terror. He’s a VERY talented actor and voice actor and I do hope he goes on to do more and more voice work in years to come as, with his background in radio, he was born for it. 

He was also born for this roll, playing Scrooge perfectly and easily matching Alan Young in quality, not a small feat and i’ts VERY obvious why he was their one and only choice. 

Next up is another legend, Tony Anselmo who we’ve talked about before when I covered legend of the Three Cablleros: He’s been Donald’s voice since shortly before Ducktales, hasn’t done much else but given he’s THE voice for the character and this show let him show off one hell of a range with teh voice, he dosen’t really need other credits. The man is a treasure and I fear loosing him one day and fear for whoever replaces him as they have a LOT to live up to. 

Getting into the triplets, we’re going by age so starting off we have Huey, voiced by Danny Pudi. Like most of this cast aside from Toks Ogladyve and Beck Bennet (Who I probably HAD seen on SNL but didn’t really know or look out for him on there till after Ducktales), I not only knew Danny but was a huge fan of his going in. This is due to his breakout role on the glorious sitcom Community, which sadly only had a handful of i’ts cast show up on this show. I mean you got Lin Manuel Miranda I’m sure Donald Glover would’ve said yes too. He grew up with Ducktales. Regardless his role as meta guy Abed was easily the best of the cast on that show, with Glover as troy a very close second and the two working at their best as a duo. Outside of that he’s had a few roles being a regular on Powerless, which I forgot existed and currently on Mythic Quest: Raven’s Banquet, and shockingly hasn’t done a ton of voice work. And given his performance as huey was one of the best parts of this show he REALLY, REALLY SHOULD. Please Danny. He’s also a loving husband, father and surprisingly a marathon runner. Never would’ve guessed.

Next up is SNL Alumn of 9 years, Bobby Monynihan. Bobby is naturally best known for that, my faviorite role of his being Ass Dan. That’s right bitch you know he’s going to live fore..

ASS DAN 1981-2021

He’ll be back. Outside of SNL he’s done a bunch of minor roles. He’s currently on the tragically mediocre sitcom Mr. Mayor, and voiced Panda on We Bare Bears. Hopefully he keeps up the good work as he deserves better than he’s gotten and Ducktales proves it. 

Finally for the triplets we have a rising star in voice acting, Ben Schrwartz. At the time Ducktales launched, I was a fan of his from his roll on parks and Rec as Jen Ralphio, aka older scummier Dewey. 

Outside of his historic recurring role here he played a main role on House of Lies, a show I need to go back to, and has done other live action rolls but has REALLY hit his stride in voice acting. He started with voicing Randy Cunningham in Randy Cunningham 9th grade ninja and since then has hit the ground running: He was Rutabega on Bojack, Josh on Bob’s Burgers, and went on to complete the trifecta of blue nostalgic characters after voicing dewey by voicing Leo in Rise of the TMNT (and having one of the most unique and intresting versions of the character to play) and reprised the roll for the upcoming film. And of course he hit it HUGE by playing Sonic in the suprsingly fantastic Sonic the Hedgehog movie, and will do so again for the sequel and might even take up the roll for the games now Roger Craig Smith has retired. We shall see. Point is this guy’s at the top of his game and Dewey is part of that. Like with his brothers I can’t picture anyone else playing him. 

Rounding out the kids is Webby, played by the wonderous Kate Micucci. Kate is a lovely talented woman who mostly showed up in smaller parts, was part of the musical duo garfunkel and oates which even got their own tv show, and is currently a fairly prolific voice actor with this being her best known roll. I also had a bit of a crush on her once can you tell? Regardless besides absolutely nailing it as Webby she’s voiced Julie Kane in the crimnally short and even more crimnally not on Disney+ Motorcity, “Irma” in the 2012 TMNT cartoon, and the fact that “Irma” is in quotes should tell you how big a waste I felt it was having her NOT actually be Irma, despite Kate’s massive talent, the fact that Irma hadn’t been in anything since the 87 cartoon, and the fact that for added “Fuck you audience points” her krang form was voiced by Gilbert Godfried, who I love but whose casting feels like they wanted to make the twist as grating as possible. Good job there. 

Anyways her second biggest voice gig was as Sadie on Steven Universe, which took WAY too long to show off her absolutely tremendous singing voice. She started voicing Velma Dinkley in the mid-2010′s and has since, voiced Milo’s sister Sarah on Milo Murphy’s Law, Dr. Fox on Unikitty, and most recently voiced a sentient present on close enough who did this. 

So yeah quite the career and like Ben she probably has a long and storied career in Voice Acting ahead. 

Next up is Beck Bennet as everyone’s friend Launchpad where he excels. He’s best known as a castmember on SNL outside of this, and shockingly hasn’t done a ton of voice work. The only other time i’ve caught him is in the same season of Close Enough as Luc, aka dude-bro satan. But like eveyrone else here who hasn’t done a lot of voice work so far or has been more selective I defintely hope he keeps going with it as he’s amazing. He and Ben will be co-starring on MODOK in May so i’m excited for that. 

Last up for the main cast is Beakly, voiced by  Toks Olagundoye, who I hadn’t heard of before this show and hasn’t done a lot outside of the two season sitcom the neighbors, the aliens one not the really terrible looking one, and a stint on Castle, but like everyone here deserves much more and if Beakly is any indication, really should stick with voice acting. 

Last up is Keith Ferguson as only he could as FLINTHEART GLOMGOLD, whose a staple in the voice acting community ever since 2000, and has had a TON of roles some of which I was unaware with him. Given Frank worked with him on Wonder Over Yonder, where he voiced Lord Hater to perfection, the two clearly have a close working relationship. He also has a close working relationship with Wonder creator Craig McCracken and has worked on all of his post-powerpuff girls show, voicing Bloo as his first major role, something I never would’ve guessed, and currently voicing Papa G on Kid Cosmic. 

Outside of Craig and Frank, he played both Karate Kid and Nemisis Kid on Legion of Super Heroes (Which really needs to come to HBO Max), Deputy Durland on Gravity Falls,  and Thunderbolt Ross on Avengers Earth’s Mighteist Heroes. He’s damn good and deserves the world for Glomgold alone and i’m glad Craig rung him up again as so far through my watch of Kid Cosmic he’s great. 

So with our cast in place, our past in place and you all likely ready to get on with it already let’s dive into the episode:

THE EPISODE: Part one Woo-Ooo!

We begin with a shot of a seagull flying overseagulls, a nice way to establish how this world works and how it bends expectations. They’d have to wait till season 3 to get a duck next to ducks but given that gag is one of the best of the series, it was worth it. 

Inside a house boat we meet Donald, Huey and Louie and get a sense of their personalities: Donald is panicked trying to get to a job interview and insists the boys wear life vests, showing his overprotectiveness and responsibility exclusive to this version. Louie stresses that Donald wear a suit instead of his normal clothes to properly impress the interviewer, showing his skill at people reading and manipulation, and Huey is making a nice, if messy, breakfast with a heartwarming message showing his heart and dedication. After finding out said Babysitter was sent to the wrong address, the boys TRY to hustle him out to stay alone.. only for Dewey to blow the scheme by starting the boat too early, letting Donald know he’s been had. Huey’s attempt to lie about it is of course the classic “Who’s Dewey?” Dewey’s caught wiring the boat and Donald throws them in the car, with Donald livid and the boys upset as their chafing at his constant overprotectiveness. 

Both sides aren’t wrong. tThe boys DID do something reckless, putting an old woman in the desert and risking their home just to go on a joyride. What they did was wrong.. but the boys AREN’T wrong for getting annoyed that he won’t let them DO anything and overly hovering over them when they CAN handle themselves as we’ll see. WE now know why: he lost their mother and his sister to her and scrooge’s recklesness. While he got therapy for his anger it’s clear he never properly got help about Della, and thus overcompensates by trying to keep what he has left of her alive. He means well.. but to them it comes off as him being manically overprotective with no good reason. They get into trouble because it’s the only way to DO anything away from him. He’s trying so hard not to loose them he almost has by the time hte series starts, and it’s telling that when they get context in Last Crash, they appricate him more from then on. They do love him, but their frustration is understandable even if what their doing is pretty damn stupid. But their also 10 and Donald’s the grown adult in therapy who should’ve dealt with this or tried to at least by now.

So with no other options Donald sets a course for McDuck manor which excites the boys who have heard of Scrooge McDuck and his exploits, each rattling off something they heard him do that fits their personality (Dewey picks him fighting a stone monster, Huey picks him uncovering a hoax and Louie picks his swimming in money. ) As Donald tries to get them to simmer down, they wonder what he’s up to

He’s up toooo.. depression. He’s in a room with his board, watching them with utter hate and sadness as they talk about cutting the invention and aviation departments. This scene plays ENTIRELY differently after the final two episodes of the season. Before it still plays well as Scrooge clearly resenting being stuck in a boring board meeting, having lost everything that made him him and just having lost his passion for life. Now? It plays as a man utterly disdainful of the men who made him give up on his daughter. While as far as he knows they did it to save his employees from his company collapsing, we know better now... and seriously where IS the rest of the board they just vanished after the Season 3 premiere.

I don’t mind only one being fleshed out, unlike the triplets we only NEED the one I mind that they just never explained it and still haven’t. Hopefully the finale will. 

But back on the plot, it now plays as Scooge just full of hatred for them, knowing they had to do what they did, even if they weren’t emebzlling but still hating them and himself. He’s likely not even paying attention anymore because he just dosen’t CARE: he has all the money int he world.. and it couldn’t bring him his daughter back. As he sadly puts the coins he was fiddling with back and says see you tommorow he can’t even close the vault without a struggle. As we’ll see later the strength never left, it’s not like he stopped execrising.. but he has nothing left to fight for. Nothing left to care about. He could adventure agian so far.. but without Della or Donald, as we’d learn two seasons later the reason he enjoyed it again... what’s the point? He has nothing left except his money. 

This is also a nice parallel to the final Chapter of LIfe and Times. I always felt the first half of woo-ooo was a spiritual adaptation of chapter 12 of that: Scrooge meets the boys for the first time and with their help, and Donalds in the story< Webby and Launchpad here, he regains his passion and more importantly his family after driving them away> The how is very different: he did in life and times due to sinking to his lowest point morally, then cruelly dismissing his family when they tried to welcome him home and bury the hatchet despite what he’d done. Here.. he made a HORRIBLE mistake, one that wasn’t entirely on him but still cost him everything and spent the decade instead of stewing or making more money trying desperately to undo it. The end result is the same, a dried out husk of a man with nothing left to loose and no will to gain anything.

This husk has launchpad though whose introduced as his driver and while good with subs and planes.. isn’t great on the road. After that though Donald pulls up hoping to drop the kids off before Scrooge arrives. Naturally this being a cartoon and Donald having tempted fate with that Scrooge shows up telling him to jettison that Jallopy at once. And finding out who it is, apart from asking how Donald is and Donald doing the same, dosen’t sway him. The boys however freak out after finding out Scrooge is Donald’s and there uncle, with my faivriote bit of that being Dewey exiting the car via a window and rolling across the roof back in. Amazing bit of animation. Wish I had a gif of that. 

Donald makes the situation plane and angry and asks “Can you do that without LOOSING THEM”. And scrooge is so painfully disarmed by his reminder of his past mistakes and the fact his surrogate son still resents him, that he agrees before realizing “Shit I have to watch children now don’t I” as Donald drives off. As you probably guessed, this is another scene that plays differently in hindsight, if not by much: It still plays as two men too stubborn and bitter to reconcile.. but now we know the why behind both their rages it feels even sadder. They both lost the person they cared about most but as it sadly happens in real life both have dug in their heels to reconcile, both feeling their right when neither completely is. While Donald was right to be upset at scrooge and della for what happened, and is mostly taking it out on scrooge because he’s the one left... he’s held onto his anger for 10 years instead of going to help when he’s unemployed, living in a dilapidated houseboat and trying ot raise three children alone and could’ve used what help scrooge would give. Scrooge is right to be upset that Donald is just selectively ignoring everything he’s done to save Della, but is too stubborn and prideful to apologize for what he DID do wrong and feels that’s enough to make up for it when , while it is enough that donald should forgive him, still dosen’t mean he dosen’t have a lot to apologize for. Both are just too angry and too much alike, as much as it woudln’t seem so, to settle with each other and see too much of what they lost. 

So the kids follow Scrooge.. who forgets to open the door, and Beakly lets them in. It’s a nice subtle bit. After some silence, Bentina TRIES to get her old friend and now employer to talk to them, but he naturally refuses and they do the talking, asking tons of questions.. and Dewey ends the conversation by accidently pressing the “imply he USED to be something rather than is something right now “ button

So Scrooge throws them in the twins old room, and Beakly gives them some marbles. You will give them b ack they will be counted. But another subtle touch I missed the first time is there... her sad look. She clearly doesn’t want to do this, but she has to play this carefully or else he might get mad and fire her on the spur of the moment. He’d obviously hire her back, where else is he going to get an ex spy who will both clean for him AND be his bodyguard and security. It’s a very small pool. Mostly because Beakly probably killed most of the other people who’d of fit that description during her spy days. 

Scrooge meanwhile is still rattled by Dewey’s statment, wondering if he really is a “used to be” instead of a “never left”. The fire is starting to spark again.. he just needs more kindling. And more kin. 

Meanwhile Louie and Huey marvel at Dewey’s “Brilliant’ breakout plan: hit the door knob with the sack of marbles til lit breaks. To be fair, they’ve known dewey as long as they’ve been alive and even by season 3 after he’s taken several levels in badass and cunning.. he still crashed a plane because his brother well-meaningly called him basic, and thought being nearly sacrificed the most times was an accomplishment. This is the best he could do and you all know it. It also works, so they can’t fault him for that... though he’s quickly kidnapped as are they. They wake up after the commerical break in a room with pure darkness, hung from the celing with a mystery person asking who they are and who they work for before Louie calls out for “uncle scrooge”... so she claps the lights back on and..

Well close. But it is Webby, who cuts them down, fangirls over meeting the nephews and asks who the evil triplet is. They all point to Louie who shrugs it off. I mean it was funny enough the first time but at this point I know he’s running several fradulent charites, almost all scamming his uncle. He’s earned that title. Webby puts them on the big board and then when asked they find out she’s Webby, her granny Beakly is housekeeper.  She then asks the big questons “Are we friends now?” “If we say yes will you let us live?” “Ha good one new best friend”

She then explains she dosen’t get to leave or anything even eat a hamburger. The boys are moved by this and Louie asks what she does for fun. She leads them to the vents and while Huey and Louie are a bit relcutant, Dewey naturally goes first pointing out it’s better than the marble room. They agree and are on their way. 

Okay unpinning that pin, the crew conciously updated Webby and Beakly as neither really had a lot of purpose in the original. It was also to conciously add more actiony females to the main family lineup, as both creators, both being fathers, preferred someone their daughters could look up to and would enjoy watching. Not someone perfect but someone intresting instead of someone who often got Kidnapped and whose main charactrisitcs were “Sweet and GIRL STEROTYPE” So cleverly they KEPT her being girly, having a skirt, liking ponies. .but also gave her all the training and skill of one Cassandra Cain, a sheltered background and an adorable personality that kept the sweetness but added her probably having killed a man at some point. It worked as Webby is one of the best parts of the show. 

Likewise Beakly was upgraded from fuddy duddy housekeeper, to badass former secret agent whose also a housekeeper, and bodyguard and confidant to scrooge. Demonstrated by her talk with him as he tries to put on his diving suit and go after the jewel of atlantis, having spotted the signs to go after it in the paper.. and wanting to prove a child wrong. Beakly points out the flaws in this, and tries to get him to connect to his family. Having lost hers, it’s easy to see why.. though the how’s a mystery.. for now i’m guess. We’ll see in the finale. But she’s Scrooge’s concisence and the one who can easiest reign him in, to the point two episodes directly have our heroes have to NOT call her or else the plot was end, but have that worked into the plot so it works. She’s the calm in his storm and hte one person he needs more than anyone else even if he dosen’t always realize it. He calls family “nothing but trouble” just as Dewey passes overhead. 

So naturally as Webby shows off Scrooge’s old treasures in a mysterious room, while the other Siblings are rightfully impressed, Dewey dismisses it as “fake” because he’s being a little shit, and they agree after seeing Donald, not knowing his reputation. The cutaway to him struggling with a stapler does not help> it’s only when Webby accidnetly uneleashes Captain Peghook, a vengeful ghost after scrooge, who gets his hand on a ghostly sword do they realize this time the monsters are real. Huey also accidently wakes up Manny, the headless manhorse! 

Things somehow get WORSE as Scrooge finds them.. but is in no state to argue and as our heroes duck and Huey tries to divise a plan.. Scrooge get’s his spark back once agian.. it’s starting to become an ember now... and he charges in despite Dewey’s cries of “No come back your old!”. It then gets VERY badass Scrooge: Oi! Beastie! What's it gonna take to shuffle you off to the afterlife? Captain Peg-Hook: The head of Scrooge McDuck! Scrooge: [cracks his neck, flips his cane around to wield like a sword] Would you settle for his hat?

Now that is how you show how badass Scrooge is in a few lines and gestures. HE proceeds to take both out, as they’ve now teamed up, easily, tricking peghook into cutting off the head of a statue of him in the area, throwinng it at him and finsihing the ghosts buisnesss (”I should’ve been more specifiiiicccccc”) and then giving Manny the head, earning him a loyal employee for life. So our days saved, the kids have faith.. and Scrooge is still pissed. He also reveals this isn’t a treasure room but the garage in what’s easily the best gag of the first half, possibly the whole special but one iconic moment is very close in that one. Webby concedes what about the stack of old magazines or the hose or.. okay he’s probably right. He berates them only for the kids to fire back, pointing out he threw them in a room, they just wanted to spend time with him... but it’s only Dewey throwing his words back in his face that pisses him off. Scrooge bellows at them to get out, clearly having internalized everything with donald into rage and trying to justify pushing eveyrone away instead of working at it... but this dosen’t have time to actually work, nor would Beakly actually throw three children out on the curb, as he hits a mystic gong.. the third time it’s been hit. And after realizing it’s already been hit twice Scrooge is faced with Pixu, the gold hutning dragon! And guess who has a giant bin of it wanting to snack on? Scrooge naturally climbs on the thing and the kids naturally want to follow, with Webby getting her first development by proudly announcing “I’m going to eat a hamburger” then explains the metaphor. They just need a pilto.. and as Launchpad has been saying but I forgot to add in “I’m a pilot”

So we get a GORGEOUS bit of Scrooge riding the dragon over the city, getting banged up as he does before finally being thrown off.. only for the kids to catch him with the planes help and try and come up with a plan. Scrooge overcomes his anger at them not staying put, especailly since Webby brings up the right weakness: as a wise man once said...

So they need some.. like say the Medusa Gauntlet Scrooge had in the garage.. that Louie naturally stole. Huey and Webby eyeroll him but they have what they need.. and Huey brought the hose and quickly comes up with a plan, tying scrooge in, and swinging him to Pixu. The kids hold on tight, Dewey calls his family awesome and our heroes win the day as Scrooge turns the dragon to stone, slips and falls.. and then GRACEFULLY dives into hte bin, showing off his diving skills and his badassery. The day is saved, the gauntlet and the dragon go in the bin for safe keeping and Scrooge calls the kids trouble.. and chuckles fondly. “Curse me kilts how i’ve missed trouble”

He’s impressed: Huey’s quick thinking, Louie’s pickpocketing, Dewey’s drive, and Webby’s magical knowledge all saved them. For once. .he’s happy again. And for the second time in life it took his family to remind him why he does this and show him the true fun of adventure: Getting to share it with those he love. And he finally has people to love again. He has family back, kids who look up to him and want to learn from him again, a REASON to adventure. Money and treasure and eveyrthig couldn’t bring della back.. but he at least sees now that whiel they certianly couldn’t.. they can bring him closely with what he has left. She’s gone, for now.. but she left behind three great kids who could use a mentor and Beakly brought him a fourth. And he just found out he has a pilot. The ember.. is now a raging flame. Scrooge is back. Because i’ts not the money or the glory.. it’s the thrill of it, the discovery.. and the family that makes adventuring worth while and he’s learned that lesson again. So he calls Beakly to clear his schedule.. forgetting she you know PUT A FUCKING PIN INTHE WALL the last time he asked her to play scretary and the onlyr eason she dind’t drive over the choke him to death, is that she’s probably happy he’s back on track.

Back at the interview Donald is stapled to the wall and gets the job.. not as an accountant mind but his employer needs a sailor.. and his employer is FLINTHEART GLOMGOLD. Oh boy. 

Part 2: Escape To/From Atlantis First the last bit of background I saved: Originally, Fenton and Gyro were supposed to show up here, starting a gag of Fenton showing up but not being named until “Beware the B.U.D.D.Y. System!”, setting up the sub. But the crew decided this took too much away from the focus on the duck family. The not naming him gag was also dropped, and I have two reasons why: Their given reason, which is it’d take up too much time and a logistical reason: While they gave a heartfelt pitch to Lin-Manuel Miranda, as frank wanted a strong Latino superhero to combat the lack of them on film, Frank and Matt probably thought they woudln’t get such a huge name or at least prepared for it.. and were delightfully suprised when Lin happily and tearfully agreed. So they likely scrapped it so they could properly promote the biggest name in their voice cast. Honestly it was for the best and they still go to do the idea with Drake in “The Duck Knight Returns!”, where it worked much better than it probably would have with Fenton. 

We open with the Glomgold Industries Employee Training Video! Encourging IP Theft, making things cheaper and general scumbaggery, and claming your the world’s most beloved scottish billionare. IN short the perfect introduction to everyone’s favorite insane, fake-scottish, scheming, egotistical , short sighted billionaire. As i’ve made transparent before, I fucking love the reboot version of Glomgold and he’s easily one of my favorite parts of the reboot. They clearly needded to find a new place for Glomgold in the grand scheme of things as the show was more about globetrotting adventure and family and less about getting contracts or bets about whose bigger money and more about family. While they DID do a classic bet storyline with season 2, it’s clear the old glomgold was just a bit too stiff to properly fit into this new zanier and deeper universe. 

So they instead remolded him as a half insane, knockoff scrooge, someone who PURPOSFULLY modeled himself after the guy to try and one up him, and instead of being a fairly low pitched schemer, was a bombastic idiot whose schemes were half baked, whose name was on everything he made, and whose only thing bigger than scrooge was his glorious ego. In short he was perfect for this series and perfect to show up way more often as a bumbling thorn in Scrooge’s side.. but one who COULD be effective in the right circumstances, as to not make him completely pointless. Keith was likewise the only person I could see in the roll now as with Hater he had a history of playing bombastic, egosticial morons, and made Glomgold into the enjoyable ball of ego, bombs, sharks and shouting we know and love. Some people didn’t take to this version after a while... I’m not one of those. I loved him here, I love him now, and he’s every bit as good in season 3 as he was at the start. He’s also wearing a kilt mcduck A KILT. A bit that’st STILL funny four years and 70 some episodes later. 

So we meet Gabby McStabberson and the Smashnikovs as they and Donald file in, though Donald is busy wrapping up a call with Scrooge, who assures them he has a low key day planned.. while in the sub getting ready to go to atlantis. And nearly drowning when Dewey tells Launchpad to dive while he and Scrooge are still up top. Cue credits. 

So on the sub we get our setup for the two main plots for the episode: While the main thrust of everything is Scrooge taking them to Atlantis, each leads to a diffrent plot. Louie talks to Donald and lies entirely about their day, worrying Webby.. who then reveals she just didn’t tell Beakly she took off or where she was going and encourages her to call and lie. To save time, i’m going to cover this subplot now minus the conclusion as it’s pretty simple and this review is already a day behind. Louie wants her to lie so she dosen’t worry, which is oddly sweet.. still a bit greasy, but it’s clear he means well and it shows in his own way the boy cares about Donald: Sure he’ll lie to the guy, and set up a fradulent charity to scam him.. but he also knows not to worry his dad-uncle and kows Donald is better off thinking their safe than knowing the truth. Granted it also prevents consequences for Louie.. but he’s not playing here here. He gets nothing out of Beakly not knowing the truth or helping some girl he just met, he’s just being NICE in his own twisty way. It’s a nice show of his depths: While louie will lie, cheat and steal Eddie Gurrero style, he does have a caring side underneath hit. He can read people well and while he primarily uses it to manipulate people, we’ll see time and time again that he can use it for good too and to help those he cares about. He’s nothing but supportive the whole plot, and even when he says “you can’t back that up” it’s more worrying about her and having a bit of crack than actually being a dick. 

So Webby tries lying, but is about as good as Huey is at it, saying “I’m at a friends house nothing, then makes up a clearly fake name, then says their only talking in swedish for a grandpa. Launchpad DOES help, but only by accident and snake venom. We’ll get to that. As I said this wasn’t the most complex plot. 

The main plot is our focus episode for dewey. In theory each of the kids was supposed to have one in the first five episodes: Dewey here, Webby in Daytrip of Doom, Louie in Great Dime Chase and Huey in Impossible Summit of Mt. Nevverest!. Given the last one was horribly delayed, he instead got Terror of the Terra Firmians, which in hindsight wasn’t the best spotlight episode for him. But it’s a good system; Introduce them all in the first half of the pilot then slowly focus on each one.  So now Idoloizing Scrooge, Dewey is desperate to be his sidekick and be seen as an equal and is in deep denial as scrooge instead has them all buckle up for a 17 hour ride and when Dewey questions the route, which skips the direct path.. but is clearly marked with monsters, Scrooge just snaps at him and shuts him down and disapoints the boy who only wants to prove himself to Scrooge. 

Naturally though, telling someone with that kind of need for attention and validation to wait goes poorly as he redirects the map while Launchapd is distracted.. and we find out WHY the trip is 17 hours as the direct route nearly gets them killed by mer-ducks, krakens and some sort of storm elemental. Dewey is bummed it didn’t work and annoyed to realize he’s just lumping them all together like Huey pointed out earlier. Huey is also delightful here, having brought travel bingo and sea shanties, clearly used to trips with his other uncle. And adorably taking after him. 

But Dewey’s deversion has done more than make him even MORE determined to prove himself to Scrooge whose just trying to NOT loose the son of the daughter he lost...

The Merducks have taken up residence in the bathroom, so they have to make a pitstop. Scrooge, CLEARLY forgetting how to take a trip with children, wasn’t prepared for this but they find a frieghter and make a stop. Naturally it’s GLOMGOLD’S freighter, where his sub took off from, and he and his minons including Donald find Scrooge using the bathroom.. and the boys to Donald’s rage. Unfortunately saying ‘I’ll kill him” to a raging sociopath who takes that as a sign to kill ALL of them, isn’t a smart move. 

So while Donald tries to plan to keep his family alive, said family arrives in Atlantis with a great bit of Scrooge trying to give a big speech only for them to see it first and ooh and ah. They touch down in the city.. which is flip turned upside down. Scrooge notes hti is odd but is able to read the hieroglypchs even upside downa nd notes there’s tones of deadly traps and that they shoudl stay back and..

Huey: Dewey ran in as soon as you said traps. 

So while Scrooge tries to prevent dewey loosing his head, Donald prevents launchpad loosing his and makes up an excuse about “if their dead now we can’t tourture them later” to cover his ass. Glomgold is impressed.  Dewey is Dewcipointed that the traps are upside down, though he does trigger some snakes that get launchpad. He’s fine just delirious. And possibly slowly dying but the fact he’s lived this long is a miracle. Maybe that’s why he’s missing for most of season 3 part 2, the snake venom caught up to him and drake and fenton need to find the cure. Anyways the rest of the party stays behind while Scrooge chases after Dewey, who naturally runs ahead AGAIN. 

Donald ducks out to use the bathroom, as Dewey tries the old dance through the laser grid routine.. but forgets the part where your supposed to actually avoid it, leaving it to an unseen Donald to stop the fire traps from barbqueing his boy. IT’s a really awesome sequence that shows off Donald’s still got it even if he dosen’t want it.  Scrooge naturally works smarter not harder and simply ziplines above like a badass and berates Dewey when he tells him he took “The easy way”

“Why would you want to take the hard way?” The argument that’s been brewing all episode bubbles up and once again both sides have a point: Scrooge rightfully points out Dewey’s being reckless, has no experince and needs to listen to Scrooge and learn something. Dewey claps back that Scrooge isn’t TEACHING them, just teling them to get behind him while he does things instead of trying to actively mentor them. He outright told them he was going to teach them so while Dewey’s been a wee bit overbearing, he’s right in being disappointed that Scrooge instead just wants them to be safe. I see it as his subconscious acting up: He wants and needs the kids along and is right ot keep them safe.. but is too scared to properly mentor them after what happened to Della and is just trying not to loose anybody. His methods have been right, to keep them safe.. he’s just been so determined to save them, he can’t properly TEACH them so he won’t have to forever or explain WHY. And given the First Adventure shows that while protective he did eventually let Della and Donald pull their weight.. but here he lost so much between adventures.. he just can’e bear loosing them. Dewey also rightfully points out he just lumps them together which in any other version wouldn’t be an issue, until the reboot I had no idea which one was which here? They have distinct outfits and personalities and you had 17 hours to actually get to know them. Probably less given the shortcut but still, several hours at a minimum. It’s things like this that make the series work: while there’s plenty of internal conflicts, at their best their nuanced ones, where if one character is clearly in the wrong they have a reason, and if both are right both are also a bit wrong, versus the original where it’d be scrooge or the boys grabbing the asshole ball at times (Not always mind you but when they did it was insufferable. 

However they don’t have time to argue as the bridge goes out and Glomgold finds donald.. and another way around as a result and gets to the treasure first. Scrooge notices they have donald but once again Dewey charges in 

“Unhand my uncle” “No” “Okay wasn’t prepared for that”

Naturally both sides are a bit livid, Donald for dragging his boys into danger after being part of the reason his sister is on the moon right now, and Scrooge for working with one of his greatest eneimies.. though Scrooge has less ground to stand on because as Donald points out “I can’t keep track of ALL of your sworn enemies” I mean he has lived like .. 200 years. That’s a long enemies list and Glomgold, while the most persistent, isn’t exactly the most dangerous they probably encountered. Given the guy’s an artist with Bombs and Sharks that does say a lot about how badass Scrooge is.. and how incompitent glomgold usually is. He’s just having an on day today I guess. 

Glomgold naturally holds Donald hostage, takes what is suppsidley the jewel and leaves them to drown to death, hitting a wall to let it start leaking. HIs minons run into the rest of the heroes and a fight breaks out while naturally Donald, after even more naturally getting his ass stuck in a hole, literally, rails out at Scrooge for doing this telling him “I knew I couldn’t trust you and” “This is the spear of selene all over again”

Scrooge’s only response is “I was not responsible for the Spear of Selene!”

Dude you still paid for the rocket. While Della shoulders most of the blame, SHE choose to take an untested rocket, SHE choose not to come back during the turbulence YOU still built it and hid it from donald and didn’t make sure she couldn’t just take off in it. Your both to blame. And as I mentioned earlier to the least extent but still an extent, so was Donald telling his grown, adult sister whose as stubborn as she is what she could and couldn’t do. He had the right idea and was the only person trying to be an adult here in this situation.. but he still took the wrong approach with stopping her. Still he got far more ground to stand on than Scrooge, who also took his nephews out. Dewey stops both by pointing out that while yes Scrooge took them on an adventure he’s been doing NTOHING but keeping him safe and most of it was his fault which disarms donald a bit. Though Dewey is quickly distracted.. but for once by an obersvation: the gem glowing above thaem that glowed when they entered... and since the city got flipped turned upside down.. THAT’S the real jewel. Dewey asks Donald ot let it flood so they can get it and begs his uncle to trust him despite his doubts which he does. They get it and everyone’s okay and even more when they reunite with the others they find they’ve handily beaten them. To me this is where donalds walls go down a bit: he realizes he’s been smothering the kids, and that while he may hate his uncle for good reason... he’s not going to make the same mistake with them and while he lied.. Don probably realized if Scrooge had been honest Donald would never have let them go. He can trust him.. and he can trust his kids will be alright without him. 

So Glomgold naturally leaves his minions to die, but our heroes manage to make it to the sub, and Gabby asks if they can bum a ride. Not wanting to do any murders they agree. On the surface Glomgold is showing off his jewel, only for Scrooge to upstage him second’s later with the real jewel, and point out his is “nice but defintly cursed”... and right on cue Glomgold gets dragged off with an octopus and let’s off his first “Curse you mcduck!”. Scrooge offers clean water and power thorugh it, for a price because of course he does, and has offically made his grand comeback. 

We get back to Webby’s subplot, as she’s confronted by Beakly.. who naturally being a former spy easily figured it out immieditely but is only upset her grandaughter lied to her. And even at that she dosen’t raise her voice or anything about the matter, knowing it’d only make her feel worse and getting that her grandaughter needs to see the world and that much like donald, she walled her up to prevent loosing what little she had left. And since being with Scrooge is safe as with her, she can go with him anytime just tell her first kay? They hug. Awwww. 

Donald likewise apologizes, admitting that whatever has passed, he misjudged his uncle here and while not forgiving him yet, is at least willing to let him back into his life and into the boys.. on holidays and stuff at least. But fate forces his hand.. or rather his 10 year old nephew-son having left the engine on and neither having turned it off, meaning his boat goes boom and is in no liveable condition. But Scrooge has the space in his heart and mansion for them.

So as we close the kids help move the artifacts all around the house instead of just the garage while Launchapd drops the boat. While clearing out Dewey notices the painting from earlier.. and finds part of it was flipped over...

“Mom?!” 

Now keep in mind, while nowadays Della’s inclusion in the show is one of the most famous and treasured parts of the show.. back then this was a fucking shock. Disney never really cared about the boys mother and outside of one comics story never really went into what happened. So the fact she was not only an actual important part of the plot but we’d find out was a HUGE wham moment and left my jaw dropped after seeing the episode. Like I would with the finales I had read no spoilers and had no idea this was coming but damn was it a huge and welcome suprise and how far they’d take it and how much they’d flesh her out was an even bigger one. Easily one of the best big reveals i’ve ever seen. The only better one I can think of from this series itself... is the end of season 2. But that’s for another time. 

Final Thoughts on Woo-Ooo!:

This two parter/hour long special.. is still one of the episodes best and easily one of the best pilots. It does slow down a bit in pacing in the second half, but otherwise is just an immaculate , beautiful pilot movie that introduces and fleshes out all 8 main characters, maybe Launchpad the least but enough to still work, gives us some big mysteries to work out, and even throws in Glomgold’s first apperance. It sets the tone, reverent and adventuerous but also with it’s own weird and wacky sense of humor and world building, and universe perfectly. I .. don’t have much else to say really it’s just THAT good and really worth checking out. If you somehow haven’t seen it go watch it and if you haven’t seen it in a while might be worth a rewatch before the finale. The absolutely perfect start to an amazing ride. 

Next on the Della Arc: Dewey and Webby try to figure out where Della is while Louie learns a valuable life lesson and  pisses off a killer robot along the way.

Next on the Blog: Amphibia Season 2 is back! 

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