#mr. buzzard

[thelostexperiment]

The Life of Brian Buzzard

It started as a perfectly average day for the old buzzard. His routine ticked on as usual, wake up, get ready for the day, get coffee, drive to work. He could hear the car that stopped next to him at the light blaring Crane Carpenter’s ‘We’ve Only Just Begun’ through their opened window, even though the song isn’t as nearly as bad as the other modern trash kids are playing these days it still annoyed him no less have it drown out his quiet drive. Once the light turned green he wasted no time to get away from that car.

His work at S.H.U.S.H. Was just as uneventful if not a little taxing trying to balance the books with all the chaotic escapades they get into… especially with that philanthropist McDuck interfering with missions. That hurricane of a duck had been giving him a migraine ever since his first mission with S.H.U.S.H. Throwing his finances into a tizzy, giving him more messes to clean up, MORE WORK, and that’s just with his day job…

By evening, the buzzard had showed up at F.O.W.L. H.Q. with a briefcase of S.H.U.S.H. financial notes, not to share with his partner in crime, it was the leftover work of the day that he needed to finish on top of running F.O.W.L. from the shadows it seemed like there was no rest for him anymore. 

Things only became more restless once Black Heron burst into his office as manic as ever, “I’VE DONE IT! IT’S BRILLIANT I TELL YOU! THE SCHEME THAT WILL HAVE US RULING THE WORLD MWAHAHAHAH!”

The sudden ruckus caused the old buzzard’s pen to streak across the paper as he was shaken in his seat.

“Heron! Do you EVER knock!?” He asked, exasperated.

“Who has time to knock when evil is afoot?” she retorted while rubbing her hands together with minising glee. 

The old man was already beginning to tune her out as he looked at the runed paper with frustration. Maybe he could just white-out the imperfection and that that would be good enough… As he carefully fixed the paper and continued with the paperwork he could still hear her gabbing away about something involving the stone of what-was but he was too busy to pay attention while he was hunched over mantaling his work. He only gave her an off-handed “Mm… Mm-hmm” as acknowledgement, just hoping she’d leave him in peace soon.

Suddenly Heron’s bionic fist slammed down on the table, jolting him back to reality.

“Will you PLEASE pay attention to my evil schemes of world domination!?”

With a sigh he took off his glasses to rub the bridge of his beak, “How many times do I have to repeat myself, we do not do ‘evil schemes’ because we are NOT VILLAINS!”

Heron rolled her eyes, “Oh whatever, just listen to my-”

“Heron, please! I am far too busy to listen to your ideas right now.” He interrupted with his eyes still on the papers, “I'm already far behind schedule with these invoices. Could you pitch whatever you had in mind later?”

“But you always say that!” she complained and flopped her torso on the desk dramatically, “You’ve been too busy for any of my plans, it’s almost like you don’t want to take over the world.”

Her covering his work with her body only annoyed him more. “Of course I do but between S.H.U.S.H. and my work here I just don’t have time for anything else right now.”

“Hmmm… If only you could be in two places at once, riiiight?” She said as she craned her resting chin between her thumb and finger with a smug crooked grin.*

The buzzard sat in silence staring at her for a moment, now interested in where she was going with this but also dreading it too. “Yes… I suppose so…”

“Well now you can! We’ll just use the stone of what-was to clone you and let him worry about your boring day job while we take over the world!” She announced as she stood up straight and flung her arms in the air with pazazz.

“That sounds… like such a bad idea.” he replied exhaustedly, “It’s too unpredictable. How do we know it won’t turn evil or god forbid reveal my involvements with F.O.W.L.?”

“That’s the beauty of it, I will have your memories, your personality, It will know not to step out of line. And if it is flawed we’ll just replace it and make an example out of it to its replacement.”

He was still skeptical about the whole thing but she was very persuasive, this was all just giving him another headache on top of the pressure he was already under. “I… I need some time to think about it…”

“That’s not a ‘no’~!”

“It’s not a ‘Yes’ either!” He snapped, and pointed his pen at her accusingly “I meant it when I said I don’t want any unauthorized experiments, especially ones that involve me, do you understand?”

“Of course, Of course, I’ll give you your time to think.” She assuredly backed away with her hands up. She backed into the open doorway with a confident smile, “Let me know when you make a decision on my offer,” she slowly began to shut the door but she kept her head in his view and added, “When you’re not ‘too busy’...” and with that her head disappeared and the door completely closed.

He was finally left alone in the room. Despite that the ever present stress weighed heavy on his chest as he stared at the unfinished work. The old buzzard leaned forward burying his face in his hands,letting out another sigh, then leaned back in his chair with his eyes still closed. The room was getting stuffy, he could feel the moisture in the air become unbearable, it was getting hard to breathe…

He couldn't breathe.

His eyes could barely open but he couldn't see.

He couldn’t breathe!

HE CAN’T BREATH!

The buzzard clone inside the tank was finally ready to emerge and by the way it was pressing its hands against the glass it seemed eager to be out. The viscous fluid that drained from the tank finally lowered below his head, leaving it free to take his first breath.

It gasped, coughing and sputtering. It tried rubbing the fluid from his eyes but it was a fruitless endeavor, he was covered in the stuff. Finally the tank was fully drained and the hatch opened. The clone took his first steps into the cold air. He looked around the room for Black Heron furiously but couldn't see anything clearly through the fluid in his eyes.

“COUGH...Heron!" He weakly called out through a fit of coughs, “This is your doing isn't it!? I told you no unauthor—! COUGH–COUGH” Another fit of coughs made it impossible to chastise anyone properly.

With his outstretched arm he tried feeling his way around the room, trying not to show how frightened and confused he truly felt. His emotions were already raw but he was not about to give whoever might be watching the satisfaction of seeing him panic.

[geminialchemist]

Bits and bobs of the “Evil” Webby AU

Part 1/Full explanation of the AU

Part 2

Part 3

This is just a list of ideas and story beats I probably won’t ever get around to writing full segments for.

———

Through experiencing a true familiar love, through being treated like a daughter by Scrooge, a grandaughter by Beakley, like a niece to Donald, and like a sister to Huey, Dewey and Louie, Webby would slowly grow to want to be a McDuck by the end of season 1. Adventure is in her blood, and she’s finding it hard to even think of living without it. By the time of the finale, she has her chance to finally betray Scrooge, side with Magica, and achieve F.O.W.L’s goal of ending the McDuck’s and their adventures, but she… just can’t go through with it. Especially when Lena is noticeably absent from Magica’s side.

Lena may not lose her physical form in this AU, though that’s still up in the air and has two solutions. She’s absent from Magica’s side because she’s standing with the McDucks to help save Webby from herself, then stays with the ducks in the manor for a while, but isn’t much up for the adventures and wants to find her own path. Or she does lose her form, in which case things go basically the same for her as in canon with Violet finding the amulet and befriending Webby to get Lena back. The biggest changes in the second scenario from canon would be that Scrooge would be a bit more active in the search to bring her back, alongside Webby. Perhaps a father-daughter trip to look for answers on how to bring Lena back from the shadow realm, that help bring the two closer as family, but doesn’t get them much in the way of answers on how to bring Lena back.

Webby’s turn to the good side would have her ratting out everything she knows about F.O.W.L. to Scrooge in an effort to come clean. This would send Bradford underground, which he accounted for and embezzled funds from McDuck Enterprises into private accounts to keep funding his operations. He’d speed up production of May and June early as season 2 antagonists, seeing as he already has the genetic material to make them from all the time April/Webby was an agent.

Scrooge was already growing very fond of Webby even before finding out she was a clone, making plans to have her officially join the McDuck family if all her background checks came clear and she wasn’t a threat. Him learning she’s a clone only increases his desire to keep her in the family, as she’s a flesh and blood relative after all, but also to be wary of her and not sure if he should accept her, since she was obviously made for nefarious purposes. Ultimately, his love for her as his daughter would win out, clone or not.

Webby can’t find the Papyrus of Binding anymore than May and June could in canon, at least at first. Only an heir to Scrooge McDuck can find it, and just because she’s a clone doesn’t mean he considers her family. As such, it wouldn’t be found until after he’s grown fond of her, and she truly becomes a part of the McDuck clan. Between that failure, and her adventurous spirit, Bradford decided to get rid of her, starting her quest to infiltrate the McDuck family so she wouldn’t be destroyed.

Webby’s life with F.O.W.L. wasn’t too terrible, given that they’re a secret evil organization. She underwent training comparable to what Beakley put her through in canon, though with less praise for her accomplishments, leaving her hungry for acknowledgment. The cafeteria food was a lot more bland than the food would be at McDuck Manor. But she was actually less isolated than she was with Beakley, allowed to wander F.O.W.L. Headquarters and talk with the various staff and goons, though she had no peers her own age. Overall it was less fun and more strict than anything truly angst worthy. She was however raised to see herself and others in the organization as expendable, and treats that as normal, which is her biggest emotional and mental hurdle to get over. The AU is more in line with the tone of the show, and isn’t intended to be darker or more serious.

I’m undecided if Webby knows if she’s a clone or not, or if she thinks she was just raised by F.O.W.L. I like to think she’s just as surprised by the news as Huey, Dewey and Louie are, and she doesn’t need the clone angle to have feelings about being easily replaceable, so I currently lean more towards her not knowing.

WebLena would be made canon, because I’m not a fucking coward like Disney is. Fight me.

———

A reminder here that this AU isn’t ever going to be a fully written fanfic. At least not by me. I’ve been using Tumblr to get some ideas I’ve had in my head out, ones I’ve had itching in there for a while, but I never fleshed out enough/had the energy to write/dropped out of the fandom and don’t know it well enough anymore to write for it. I’m just tossing ideas out into the universe, and anyone is free to pick them up. You like the “Evil” Webby AU? Go ahead and take it. Adapt the parts you like, scrap the parts you don’t. Make it a fic, make it a comic, make it an audio drama in a foreign language that’s hosted on some obscure website no one has ever heard of, do whatever, you don’t even need to credit me for any ideas I put to paper here. All I ask is a link to whatever you make with it, so I can enjoy it too.

And if no one wants to make it their own, that’s fine as well. I hope you all enjoy these ideas that spilled out of my head either way.

[funtasticworld]

hanna-barbera Wild West panorama!

Tom and Jerry peeking at their ripoffs, who are pretending to be Native Americans and making it rain. Jinks, you take that headband off, you’re making a mockery of native culture

Quick Draw McGraw lassoing a Buffalo. Captain Caveman, wtf are you doing???

Doggie Daddy telling stories by the campfire to Augie, Ricochet Rabbit, Crazy Legs, and some random animals. I also love how Blast-Off Buzzard is up there, perched on a cactus, looking salty.

Dino being Dino.

An animal jamboree (wtf? Atom Ant x Granny Sweet confirmed? That raises disturbing questions)

Fred Flintstone serving soup. Top Cat looks so short here for no reason. Oh and Huck playing the triangle, love that for him

[shychick-52]

So, remember the interrogation scene in the finale 'The Last Adventure' where Heron brought in a captured Beakley to Webby (who was disguised as June)?

Webby had recently found out from snooping in secret F.O.W.L. footage that she wasn't Beakley's granddaughter. If I remember right, when Heron first brought Beakley in to be interrogated, I think Webby quietly expressed shock to see her, but she didn't seem actually horrified to see her captured, shackled, and injured.

I know that even before Beakley spilled the whole truth about Webby's whole life being a lie a minute later, Webby already felt hurt, angry, and betrayed by this woman she thought she knew, and that's why she didn't have much room in her to feel afraid for Beakley's wellbeing/life... especially after Beakley gave her the answers she demanded about "April", which is probably why she didn't really react after Heron knocked her out right a minute later.

So, here's an interesting, but dark scenario. What if Heron (with Bradford's approval, tho it's Heron that would really be all for this) told Webby to torture Beakley after that, knowing how vulnerable and confused and hurt and furious and messed-up the cruel truth made her?

Do you think Webby would actually do it? I can definitely see her at least hesitating ("What? N-no, I can't!") And Heron and Bradford would be like "Of course you can, April. This woman lied to you your entire life. You never really knew her. You don't owe this trash anything. Let it all out, release all the rage and hate you feel..."

OOOH, and what if they told her they would only tell her the other answers she desperately sought- why she, May, and June were made- if she (or all three of them) tortured Beakley (maybe through electrocution, idk)?? 👀

May and June would definitely not hesitate, mostly because of their blind loyalty to their "parents" and because they were just as desperate for answers about the reason for their existence. But do you think Webby would join them?

Honestly, I can sort of see Webby going along with it too, though with difficulty. She might allow her anger and pain to just consume her from Bradford and Heron's manipulation, and go "YOU LIED TO ME! MY WHOLE LIFE IS A LIE!" and just do it. But I can also see everything- her whirlwind of emotions, Beakley's screams of pain, the conflict she feels between rage for this woman and still loving her as the one who always raised her- all taking a toll on her very shortly, before stopping and fleeing.

What do you guys think?

@wacky-nameless-inventor-24

[thevaudevilledemon]

Disney Duel 2; Round 8 of 15: Old, Wealthy and Evil

It's been a while, long story short I was on a family trip. Anyway, new duel poll is up, and I feel like this one is gonna be very lopsided, but also very up to debate because Burns has never been portrayed consistently, often being too weak to crush a paper cup, but also being able to put Milhouse in the hospital so... we'll have a composite Burns and see where things go.

[evilminji]

Actually? WOULD Earth be the ones to petition Oa?

They are interstellar Space Interpol. You don't usually call them on different parts of your OWN settlements or systems. You call them in when someone is breaking THE Laws. Not necessarily YOUR laws, though obviously by breaking THE laws they clearly ARE. But THE Big Laws(tm).

Like Geneva Convention for Space type laws.

You have discovered Planet or King X is committing WAR CRIMES. Call Oa. Tax fraud? That's an inter-personal planet side issue they can't help you with. Pointing Nukes at your nursery settlement and threatening to blow up the infants there unless you give them sex-slaves?

Knock-knock! Taste HARD Light Constructs!

But if so? Then how would the situation get so out of hand on Earth? With the G.I.W.? Simple. Tell me, Mr. President, what do you know of the current day to day life of villagers in rural Siberia?

That they exist? Could you even NAME their village, if I referenced specific individuals? Likely not. And no one would realistically expect you too.

There are countless planets out there! With Leaders busy with local industrial conferences and infrastructure bills. Farming regulations. Talks with that planet a few stars over. Very busy. What do THEY know of Earth? Why would they NEED too?

But! As we know, Ectoplasm is EVERYWHERE. Not just earth. And? Thin spots are not just an Earth-centric phenomenon. Other planets most CERTAINLY would have them too. And depending on the species? The culture? To quote the wise sage Bill Wurtz "you can make a religion out of this!"

After all, chosen few, returned from death... glowing and more powerful then before? Immortal? It's a pretty reasonable conclusion to come too. They are clearly Gods Touched. Some sacred task they must complete.

It would likely even shape the ghosts of the region themselves. After all, they TOO, would believe they were chosen for some Important Religious Task. Be it study or collecting rocks. To what end? Unknown. Who are they to question The Gods?

But! Oh happy day! The old tyrant is no more! A chosen Hero! They go to greet him! Honor him, as you do. Traditional gifts and ballads. Maybe some sacred rocks. A fancy hat. But? Oh? The Champion is wounded! Gasp! Still? But the fight with Pariah happened-

And then they are given Grave Warning(tm). Don't go to Earth. Heretics attacking people. KILLING souls! Trying to KILL the king of all the Infinite! He is somber because his living parents were hurt. Preventing the END OF ALL THINGS!!!??

WHAT!?

These "People In White" tried to EXPLODE the very FABRIC of all realities!? Several of them faint. Truely, these Fentons MUST be chosen by the Gods! Heros. Legends. Such bravery in the face of such HORRORS. Please, let them be brought to their Living counterparts! The hospitals are quite good!

And you know what? Fuck it. Danny will take that. Because his Mom n Dad got hurt. BAD.

They learned he was Phantom at probably the SINGLE worst time imaginable and still chose HIM. Chose THEM. The GIW were coming for him. Gonna hurt Jazz. And his parents told them, with fire and blood, it'd be a cold day in hell before they let them so much as TRY it.

They BLEW UP their own life's work. Went literally scorched earth. And now? They're not doing so good.

Because the Zone isn't made for the living. No food, no water, and no real human-safe medical supplies. They've run out. Danny will take what he can get. He'd even go to Vlad but... his Portal's gone too. And the Buzzards said he looked... spirally. Very... "suicide runs until everything BURNS".

So, yeah. No one's doing so great.

Alien planet it is.

They are greeted with fanfare and respect. The best medical teams on the PLANET. The King and his family is there, to welcome him. It's... it's beautiful. Hardly some perfect utopia, but the air is lite. Art everywhere. The stars vivid and so easy to see, at night.

The King kinda reminds him of Mr. Lancer to be honest. Balding and a bit round around the middle, stern but endlessly fair about it, wants people to do their best and succeed in life. Maybe that's why Danny finds himself opening up. Because... because here is a real, honest to God, KING king.

Somebody who was actually TRAINED to do all this King stuff.

Unlike Danny.

And Danny? He's scared. People expect him to Lead now. To know what he's doing. To somehow just... suddenly KNOW how to do all these things he's never even heard about. He only barely just died. Has BARELY been keeping everybody safe.

BARELY stopped Pariah.

He doesn't know what to do. But he pours his guts out. All the things that have bottled up. And King Not-Lancer listens. Somber and thoughtful. There is little, if anything he can TRUELY do to help. But... there ARE things he can do. Lessons on statescraft, while he's here, for one.

As for the other? Well, as King, he does have the local Lantern's Call Sign. Not to be used lightly, mind you. But what Danny describes? And from what the Sacred Ones have reported? THAT must be reported to Oa. He can show Danny how to do that.

(He does)

[The Lanterns of Earth get a VERY exciting call from Oa. Are every different shade of pissed. But? Whoops! Looks like they ACCIDENTALLY put the Watchtower into a complete Quarantine! Well, dang. Guess we're all stuck here for two weeks!

Reset it? *sound of smashing computer terminal* Yeah, don't think that's gonna work! :)

WHO WANTS TO PLAY 20 QUESTIONS?? We'll start! :) Who here has heard of an organization called, and I quote, The Ghost Investigation Ward? :) ]

@hdgnj @ailithnight @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter

[holmesillustrations]

Dogs Bracket is here! It turns out a lot of these dogs are horses, but there was exactly 32, which is perfect for our purposes 🐶🐴🦁

Currently on Semifinals

Most of us are i think familiar enough with the stories that this wont be a surprise, but just in case i do want to warn that a few of these illustrations feature violence against or by the animals in question, i'll tag those specifically when we get to their polls as 'animal violence'

Full list of competitors under cut:

(Illustrations in blue were already out, those in green have been newly eliminated)

[Colliers Cover Illustration] Missing Three-quarter, FD Steele

"On the ledge of rock above this strange couple stood three noble buzzards" Study in Scarlet, Charles Doyle

"He laid his hand upon the glossy neck." Silver Blaze, Sidney Paget

"Close to the door of the cage lay Mrs. Ronder, with the creature squatting and snarling above her." Veiled Lodger, FD Steele

"Silver Blaze" Silver Blaze, Sidney Paget

"Phosphorous!" I said. Hound of the Baskervilles, Sidney Paget

"THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES." Hound of the Baskervilles, Sidney Paget

"There's our man, Watson! Come along." Hound of the Baskervilles, Sidney Paget

"The carriage rattled past." Missing Three-quarter, Sidney Paget

"There in the centre lay the unhappy maid where she had fallen" Hound of the Baskervilles, Sidney Paget

"THE DRIVER POINTED WITH HIS WHIP—'BASKERVILLE HALL,' SAID HE" Hound of the Baskervilles, Sidney Paget

"I SAW HIS EYES FIX THEMSELVES OVER MY SHOULDER." Hound of the Baskervilles, Sidney Paget

"Holmes crouched behind the bush with the dog as the carriage approached." Shoscombe Old Place, FD Steele

"Running up, I blew its brains out." Copper Beeches, Sidney Paget

"Holmes gazed at it and then passed on." Abbey Grange, Sidney Paget

[Mycroft's brougham] Final Problem, Harry C. Edwards

[Woman with horse] Shoscombe Old Place, FD Steele

"As I slipped the bars it bounded out, and was on me in an instant." Veiled Lodger, FD Steele

"The dog sniffed round for an instant, and then with a shrill whine of excitement started off down the street." Missing Three-quarter, Sidney Paget

"Dog and man were rolling on the ground together, the one roaring in rage, the other screaming in a strange shrill falsetto of terror." Creeping Man, HK Elcock

"Holmes darted forward and barred their way." Lady Frances Carfax, Alec Ball

"They bundled him into a cab that was beside the kerb" Red Circle, HM Brock

[The professor and his dog] Creeping Man, FD Steele

"Holmes emptied five barrels of his revolver into the creature's flank." Hound of the Baskervilles, Sidney Paget

"We got off, paid our fare." Speckled Band, Sidney Paget

"We were to go to the theatre… suddenly he darted away into the fog." Bruce-Partington Plans, FD Steele

[MacPherson's Dog on the beach] Lion's Mane, FD Steele

"THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES." [Frontispiece] Hound of the Baskervilles, Sidney Paget

"How far to Wallington?" Cardboard Box, Sidney Paget

""Too late, Watson; too late!" cried Holmes" Solitary Cyclist, Sidney Paget

[Lion] Veiled Lodger, FD Steele

"At the same moment Holmes stepped out and released the spaniel." Shoscombe Old Place, Frank Wiles

Full graphic with nothing greyed out:

And finally, i wanted to include every animal illustration, but i did leave out the two from Blue Carbuncle with dead geese, those are not dogs they are ingredience.

Edit: I realised i completely messed up the order of polls in the original bracket, all fine for round 1's results but would have caused problems for round 2. The current one is correct, but obviously had to be shuffled around a lot, so the numbers by each one show their order from round 1 for future reference, sorry bout that!

[messinwitheddie]

A little while later...

Mr. Casarez "This is really good. Better than I expected. I ate 16 slices and I still feel empty... DId you want anymore, mijo?"

Squee "No thank you. I can't eat anymore. Thank you, everything was great, right, Nny?"

Nny "Yes, thank you. Now, please excuse me while I avoid small talk to digest in peace... Actually, I do have one question. How did you afford all this Pizza? You're unemployed."

Squee "You're unemployed too."

Nny "That's why I had 2 weeks worth of free time to dedicate to finding out such information on his personal life, but no money to throw towards a spontaneous pizza party."

Squee "I'm going to call my dad real quick. Be right back."

Nny "How astute of you to point that out about me."

Squee "Can I trust you to be pleasant for 3 minutes while I make a call?"

Nny "I'm too full to move much less wave around a knife if that's what you mean by "be pleasant", so... yes?"

Squee "Good enough."

Nny "Squee! Be prepared to compensate for a half-assed job on my part. To be fair, I threw my back into cleaning the carpet. I'm not putting anywhere near that much effort into the enclosure. I'm NOT."

Squee "No problem."

Nny "The smells..."

Last page

Been forever, but here we are!! Not much of an update. Mostly clunky dialogue. The awkwardness of trying to be polite when your buddy is clearly not. Poor Squee ^^.

I forgot Mr. C's cool buzzard skull cane! So mad at myself. At least I made an effort to draw again. Most of my energy has been dedicated to clawing my way out of a deep mental/ financial hole.

I missed this little au. Still having fun with it. Hopefully today was the kick in the ass I needed to draw on a regular basis again. Wish me luck. Likes and reblogs appreciated.

[sipping-ambrosia-wine]

further lyrics and info below the cut. even if you havent seen the show i want opinions!

NYTW-> BROADWAY

1 2 3 4 5 6

EPIC III-

Where is the man with his hat in his hands/Who stands in the garden with nothing to lose -> Where is the man with arms outstretched?/ To the woman he loves with nothing to lose

DOUBT COMES IN-

Doubt comes in/ And strips the paint/ Doubt comes in/ And turns the wine/ Doubt comes in and leaves a trace/ Of vinegar and turpentine -> Doubt comes in/ The wind is changing/ Doubt comes in/ How cold it's blowing/Doubt comes in and meets a stranger/ Walking on a road alone

IF IT'S TRUE-

If it’s true what they say/If my love is gone for good/They can take this heart away/They can take this flesh and blood/Take my mouth that kissed her mouth/Take my tongue that sung her praise/Take my arms that used to reach out/ In the dark to where she lay -> If it's true what they say/if theres nothing to be done/If its true that its too late/And the girl I love is gone/If its true what they say/Is this how the world is?/To be beaten and betrayed and then be told that nothing changes

[...]

Take this voice, take these hands/I can’t use them anyway/Take this music and the memory/Of the muse from which it came -> (Absent, replaced with the workers' lyrics?)

WAY DOWN HADESTOWN-

Everybody dresses in clothes so fine/Everybody's pocket are weighted down/Everybody sippin the ambrosia wine/ It's a goldmine, in hadestown -> [Cut, replaced with she's gonna ride that train" build up after "that was not six months"]

CHANT II-

When I was a young girl like you/Sister, I was hungry too/Hungry for the underworld/When I was a young girl/Now you know how it tastes/The fruit of Mr. Hades’ ways/Sister, it’s a bitter wine-Spit it out while you still have time/Take it from a woman of my age/Love is not a gilded cage/All the wealth within these walls/Will never buy the thing called love/Love was when he came to me/Begging on his bended knees/To please have pity on his heart/And let him lay me in the dirt.../I felt his arms around me then/We didn’t need a wedding bed/Dark seeds scattered on the ground/The wild birds were flying around/That’s when I became his wife/But that was in another life/That was in another world/When I was a young girl!-> [Cut entirely]

ANY WAY THE WIND BLOWS

In the fever of a world in flame/in the season of the hurricane/flood'll get ya if the fire dont/any way the wind blows/Sister gone gone the [nomad*]'s route/brother gone gone for a job down south/gone the same way as the shanty town/and the traveling show/any way the wind blows

In the valley of the exodut/in the belly of a bowl of dust/crows and buzzards fly in a row/any way the wind blows-> [replaced by hermes's exposition on the fates]

*initial use of the word g*psy, which is a slur against the roma/romani people. mitchell was unaware of the hateful connotations and cut the lyric once made aware.

[a-caged-crow]

miss cardinal is your nickname for gebura?

what're your nicknames for the other sephirot?

That is correct feather, although what bird I call her always varies, I like to keep her guessing... She would sit back in her chair and offer you a seat As for the rest, allow me to explain. Hokma is someone I rarely get a chance to speak to on any kind terms, they are still struck for someone, distracted, so I call them a crane. An old, tall, grey bird that symbolizes love and devotion. The Tiphereths are an interesting pair, although constantly insisting they are identical, I call them two separate birds, Miss Shrike and Mr Canary. A Shrike, like Miss Tiphereth, is a small, childish, yet violent bird, despite its petite size and cute looks it claws and stabs its pray. She holds onto Mr. Canary and keeps him in place. The Canary on the other hand is a warning sign of danger, their death an omen that she refuses to see. The dangers of this lab were not meant for him. I feel sorrow for them both. As for the upper layers, although I rarely call them by their birds, they are still labeled by me. Miss Hod, a Wood Thrush, I call her such due to old stories I would hear in the nests I was sent to, a tale about honesty and its importance, beyond that, I find the small brown bird to fit her quite accurately. Netzach I would call a Honey Buzzard, a resilient bird, that despite constantly putting himself in danger's way, constantly pushing his body to the brink of death, lives on... I am rather fond of that quality, although I may never speak that to him. He lives on despite his cries that say otherwise. Yesod is one I have found hard to pin, but I feel the Black Heron suits him, shielding his body and existence from those around him. Although the Heron uses this to catch prey, he uses it to hide himself and his... tendencies. Finally, Miss Malkuth, a simple Sparrow. The Sparrow is something insignificant or unimportant. In some parts I have seen them called pests, destructive to their environment. I feel as bad for her as most on goers do for her notepad. Does this sate you Feather? It has certainly been nice to share.

[thelostexperiment]

The old buzzard-man's eyes began to flutter open again to a very familiar sight of sandstone walls and floors. He's sitting on the old couch that must have been left here from F.O.W.L. when they still ran this library. 

Oh dear, he must have dozed off again looking through files. The vulture lets out a lazy yawn before hearing, "Sleep well?" As he realized just who he'd been sleeping against... Again...

He straightened himself up rubbing his baggy old man eyes.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry, Brycen. This is becoming an awful habit."

The younger buzzard merely gave a polite smile to his older brother. "It's alright, Mr. B, I've started to get used to it."

"But still, it must be terribly inconvenient for you."

"I've mostly been reading up on these files while you were asleep anyway. I hope we can find something about you soon..."

Mr. Buzzard let out a sigh through his nostrils, he was beginning to wonder if there really *is* anything about him here. He decided to change the subject to something less frustrating.

"I had a very interesting dream, that our ages were switched and we were were frantically trying to reverse it somehow." He gave a tired chuckle, "I suppose that could never really happen though."

The younger brother grimaced at the thought, his face hardened a little before he shook the feeling away. "I wouldn't be too sure about that..." Then he gave the old man a curious glance. "Mr. B, would you want to become a younger man? That is if that's what you dream about..."

Mr. B just shrugged, "I'm not sure, I've never been young before as far as I know. Must be nice though, to have all that extra energy."

Brycen scoffed a little, "I don't have that much more, and I'm sure it'll be even less as the years roll on."

"Hmmm..." Mr. B thought it over a little more. "Maybe, I'd just to try it and see what it's like... If I don't like it I can always just wait for age to catch up with me again." He said with a little smirk...

[geminialchemist]

Another addition to my “Evil” Webby AU, which I should probably name. Eh, problems for later.

——

The boardroom was still and full of tension, the only noise being the ticking of a clock on the wall. The two opposing parties, one Scrooge McDuck, the other, his Board of Directors, each stared each other down in complete and total silence.

Seeing as neither side seemed to want to address the elephant in the room, Bradley coughed into his clenched feathery fist, and decided to bite the bullet, boredly asking, “Would you care to explain what exactly is going on here, Mr. McDuck?”

Scrooge played dumb, blinking in faux surprise at the question, “Oh, yes. It’s take your daughter to work day, isn’t it?”

Beside him was Webby, her eyes barely peeking up past the edge of the table for how short she was. She simply waved at the Board members who decidedly did not wave back.

Bradley grimaced at the girl, one he recognized on sight. He wondered what she was up to, what she could have told the old adventurer. But for now, he decided to play as dumb as Scrooge was. “I wasn’t aware that we had a… ‘take your daughter to work day.’ Or that you had a daughter to begin with.”

Scrooge shrugged easily, “You don’t know a lot about me, Bradford. I mean, my family isn’t really your business-“

“Your family is our business. Your name is on the front of the building.” Bradford corrected humorlessly.

“-as for ‘Take your daughter to work day,’ I implemented it meself. About an hour ago.” He added that last part under his breath, casting a glance at Webby, who had snuck into his limo’s trunk when he hadn’t been looking. “I figured Webby here could use the chance to see what her ol’ man did, get an appreciation for the family business!”

“Right…” Bradford droned, narrowing his eyes at the two of them.

The two groups lapsed back into silence for a moment, the ticking of the clock deafeningly loud. Glancing at the clock, Scrooge, looking for any way to get away from these vultures, declared, “Well, would you look at the time! How about we break for lunch? A productive meeting, as always, yes.”

The McDuck slide his chair back and began to quickly trod out of the room, cane in one hand, the other guiding Webby by the shoulder. Webby’s brow scrunched up, “But Dad, it’s only a quarter til eleven…”

“It’s close enough to lunch to get away from those blimy freebooters,” Scrooge muttered under his breath, readjusting his hat. Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved his wallet and, with some emotional and mental difficulty, parted with a single dollar bill, “Here you go, lass. Go get something from the vending machine down the hall. I’ve got some actual business to attend to up in my office upstairs, you can meet me there when you’re done.”

———

Webby impatiently tried to flatten the bill Scrooge had given her, one that had likely been sitting inside his wallet since before she was born from how worn out it was. She stuck it in the machine, only for it to reject the dollar for the upteenth time, prompting her to try to get rid of the creases once more. Those chips would be hers!

The shadow of a vulture crossed over her, and she turned, craning her neck upward to meet the eyes of Bradford. The buzzard glared down at her for a moment, then took out a bill from his own wallet, putting it in the machine himself and selected an item. A simple bag of plain, unsalted nuts.

As Bradford bent down to reach for the bag, he paused while his head was craned down to Webby’s height, “What does he know?” Bradford demanded to know, volume low to keep from prying ears, but voice laced with threats.

Webb- April, bounced on heels of her webbed feet, pondering the question. “He doesn’t know anything. I just fed him a story about me being his long lost daughter to get into the house.”

“Then what do you think you’re doing?” Bradford sneered, tearing open the bag of peanuts with barely restrained force. To think decades of work could possibly be undone by one teenaged duck!

“Proving myself!” April declared, straightening out the bill in her hands to try the machine again. “I know you were going to have me decommissioned, and I want to show you I can get the job done! That I’m worth keeping around!”

The machine finally accepted the dollar bill, April giving a cry of victory, “Aha! Finally, salty deliciousness has never tasted so sweet!”

Grabbing her bag of chips, April turned back to Bradford. “I’m going to show you what I can do as an agent for F.O.W.L.! I’ll help you take down Scrooge from the inside! And, well… there isn’t exactly anything you can do to stop me.” She said in an innocent tone, tossing a chip into her mouth.

Bradford nodded in agreement at her statement, beak clenched. “Yes, I suppose you are right. I’ve seen firsthand the lengths Scrooge is willing to go to hold onto his family when they go missing. Having you removed now would be nearly as big a mistake as you being there in the first place.”

Straightening his back, Bradford continued, “Very well, I will… reluctantly give my blessing for this mission. It isn’t what I intended for you, but if you can get rid of Scrooge, I’ll take that as an acceptable result. Finish the job, and I’ll consider rescinding your termination from F.O.W.L.”

April gave a salute with greasy, corn-chip stained hands, “I won’t let you down, boss!”

Bradford grimaced at the display, then turned his back to the girl and trudged off. But even a broken tool has its uses, Bradford supposed. She had been meant to find the papyrus of binding, to undo Scrooge and all his adventures, but she had failed at that. Perhaps she could still prove useful enough to get rid of Scrooge, or at least keep him distracted enough with this father-daughter act to keep him out of F.O.W.Ls plans.

His stomach acted up, deepening his grimace and causing him toss his remaining peanuts into the trash. This is why he didn’t like to deal with children, they gave him ulcers. She’d have to go once Scrooge was gone. Those two were too much alike for their own good.

[redroseproudrosesadrose]

Here is the first part of my 1911 creations, modeled by sim Priscilla Parnell!

Mrs. Parnell is the wife of wealthy businessman Nathan Parnell and lives on Millionaires' Row in New York City in 1911. Her neighbors include the famous John Jacob Astor IV and his scandalously young new wife, Madeleine (only a year from now Astor will die aboard the Titanic). Almost all of the homes on Millionaires' Row have since been demolished.

Mrs. Parnell is Materialistic, High Maintenance, and a Perfectionist. Her aspiration was to be Fabulously Wealthy, which she achieved upon marrying her darling husband. Her perfect life was finally complete when she gave birth to a son named James. Unfortunately, James perished in 1903 from typhoid fever. The entire family contracted the disease not long after hiring a cook by the name of Mary Mallon (a woman who would later become known as Typhoid Mary). All survived, except for James. At times, Priscilla swears she can still hear her son's laughter as he runs through the halls.

Nathan and Priscilla did have a second child, a girl named Penelope who has blossomed into a beautiful young woman. However, Penelope is no longer the obedient, perfect little girl Priscilla has always known. What will Priscilla do with this girl?

My Creations

Rose 1911 Pink Penelope Wallpaper Rose 1911 Priscilla Choker Rose 1911 Priscilla Dress

Other CC that I used here:

Buzzard Imogen Hair ShawntheSimmer Edwardian Hat

[trashogram]

HCY Pt. 9 Preview:

“We’ve had it set up for weeks now, Sir.” Warren said gravely. 

Through the convulsions, you observed the inlet that Lucifer had taken you into. It was like a roomy closet, covered in tapestries and littered with candles of all shapes and colors. 

Warren’s wife was flitting about, quickly lighting the pitch-black surroundings until you could see the mere outline of things. 

You were drawn to the center of the crowded room, where a humble white cot covered in white towels contrasted everything else.

It occurred to you then that this entire pregnancy had been a shit show, not the least bit because you’d never gone to any OB. You hadn’t checked in with any hospital, or stepped foot in one — how could you? 

Therefore, any  and all “check-ups” you’d had had come from your creepy neighbors with their tea and their scrutinizing questions and their buzzard-like stares.

You’d consoled yourself throughout with the brief, semi-serious talk with Mrs. Farrow three months into gestation.

“What? Were you a midwife or something?” You asked incredulously. 

“Yes, honey.” Cass had patted your hand like you were a simpleton. “I helped deliver babies for over 15 years. I was younger than you were when I first started!” 

You had stared. ‘Oh god, how many crazy cultists are actually nurses in disguise?’

[goddess-aelin]

Peonies and Poplars

Written for Day 12 of Rowaelin Month-Meet Cute/Meet Ugly

@rowaelinscourt

Masterlist

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: none!

Aelin had just put her hand on the last copy of Peonies and Poplars, the newest release in her favorite book series by R.J. White, set directly after Violets and Verbena and Tulips and Tithona. Aelin didn’t just want the book, she needed it like she needed air to breathe. She had to find out what happened to the titular character, Selena, who just got captured by Lord Westbrooke, her father’s greatest enemy. Aelin just knew that Selena’s star-crossed lover, Sir Rollins would rush to save her, but at what cost?

She was filled with glee at the prospect of doing a binge-read tonight.

Though, the moment her hand touched the book, another hand, slightly larger and tanner, did the same. She slowly turned to the offender, glaring just enough that anyone else would’ve started running. But this man just gave her a small smirk right back. Aelin’s eyes narrowed even more while the hulking brute clenched his jaw.

“I’m sorry,” she said as she tried to pull the book toward her. “I need this and since I was here first, I’ll just take that.” She tried to give a harder yank on the book, which was now held between them, to no avail.

“Well, seeing as we got here at the same time, Princess, I don’t think that’s exactly accurate.” He gave a yank in response to hers.

Still holding onto the book like it was her lifeline, Aelin once again narrowed her eyes. “Guess we’ll just have to settle this the old fashioned way.”

“Mhmm and how’s that?” The man rolled his eyes. “Flipping a coin?”

Aelin let out a humorless cackle. “Ha. As if I’d be so stupid. No, we have to have a good, old fashioned ‘who knows it best’ standoff.”

The man scoffed. “What does that even mean?”

“It means…” she paused for dramatic effect. When he raised his eyebrows in annoyance, she continued, “that whoever knows the trivia of the book best gets to keep the book.”

“As if I’d lose.” He had an amused look on his face..too amused. She should’ve known then.

“You’re telling me that you, Mr. Tall and Brutish, think you know this fantasy romance series better than I do?”

“Fantasy Romance has no gender stipulation, Princess. And judging by your attitude, I have a feeling you’d fit right in with Lord Westbrooke’s daughters.”

Aelin gasped. “You little–”

“Uh uh, Princess,” He nodded toward the small child standing at the end of the aisle, watching them with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. “There are tiny ears here, no cursing, please.”

Aelin knew her face was turning as red as a tomato. This man was infuriating.

“Fine,” she whisper-yelled. “First question, Buzzard. What did Selena’s sister tell her before she ran off to meet Sir Rollins?”

A smirk crossed his face. “Well, first, I’d ask which sister you’re talking about, since she has two. Nice try tricking me. But Alicent told her that their family would never accept Sir Rollins and Magdalena told her that she’d cover for her and to go be happy.” The man gave her a self-satisfied smirk and Aelin pursed her lips. “My turn next.” The man started tapping his free hand on his chin and she could tell whatever his question was was going to be terrible. “Who is considered the best character in the series?”

“WHAT?! That’s an opinion question! This isn’t even fair!”

“Rules are rules, Princess.”

Aelin’s hand started to shake and a noise of frustration left her mouth. She probably looked like a petulant child but she didn’t care at the moment. This man was done. Even if she didn’t answer his stupid question right in his eyes, she was going to be going home with this book. “The best character in the entire series is obviously Selena. She’s amazing and witty and beautiful. She’s everything anyone could ever want and she’s just…she’s the best.”

The man clicked his tongue a few times, forming a “tsk-ing” sound. “Sorry, but that’s the wrong answer.”

“How can it be a wrong answer if it’s my opinion!?”

“Well, I actually agree with you that Selena is the best but if you remember on page three-hundred and fifty-six of Tulips and Tithona, Lord Westbrooke actually proclaims himself to be the best lord in all the land.” He gave her a smirk that she wanted to absolutely rip off of his face. Or kiss. Wait, what?

This…this absolute bastard. He knew she’d get worked up. And he knew she would get distracted. And knew she’d answer with Selena. With a final burst of strength, she tried to rip the book out of his hands, only serving to cause her to lose her balance and fall straight onto her ass.

“Miss are you okay?” The concerned voice came not from the handsome yet ridiculously terrible man in front of her but from the clerk of the store. She nodded. “Okay, great. Just to let you two know, we’re closing. Please bring anything to the front for purchase.”

She nodded, the silver haired man just standing there, looking at her with a bewildered expression. He reached a hand down to help her up but she chose to just roll her eyes at him. She didn’t need his help. She dusted herself off, leaving the man standing between the stacks and hightailing it out the door. All she wanted was the book, and now she left with a bruised ass and an even more bruised dignity.

She stopped down the street from the shop, ducking into a small alcove and putting her hands over her face. She made such a fool of herself in there and she wasn’t sure how she was going to live it down. Hopefully she would never see the clerk or the man ever again. That shop was now off her list of places to go to.

With a deep breath, she pushed off the wall and started making her way back toward her apartment.

“Miss, wait!” She turned to see the clerk from the store running after her, bag in hand. “You forgot this!”

Aelin gave him a bewildered look. “I didn’t buy anything.”

The man shrugged. “Maybe not, but it was bought for you.” Aelin just stood there as he handed her the bag and jogged back to the shop.

She opened the bag to find the same copy of Peonies and Poplars that she was just fighting over. Did that buzzard just…buy her a copy? She took the beautiful hardcover out of the bag, admiring the golden sprayed edges and embossed flowers on the cover. Opening the front cover, she saw a bright green sticky note on the cover page.

“If you want to talk more about the book, my number is 234-7783. -R”

Directly under the sticky note was a freshly inked autograph, signed R.J. White.

Aelin could only stand there as it sunk in that she just didn’t just fight over a copy of the book. She fought over a copy of the book, with the Author.

A/N: this absolutely will have a second part. I can’t just leave it like that 😜

Tagging:

@cretaceous-therapod @morganofthewildfire @tomtenadia @live-the-fangirl-life @charlizeed @violet-mermaid7 @euphoric-melancholyy @kritical24 @rubyriveraqueen @dealfea @wellofnothing @ayaashryver @moonknight-spector @leiawritesstories @whoever-you-choose-to-love @holdthefrickup @heirofflowers @thecrispypotatochip @shanias-world @rowanaelinn @bruiseonthefaceofhumanity @hanging-from-a-cliff @fantacysoup @swankii-art-teacher @thegreyj @fromthelibraryofemilyj @westofmoon @lovely-dove-zee @books4eva04 @cookiemonsterwholovesbooks @backtobl4ck @dreamer-133 @elentiyawhitethorn @writtenonreceipts @shyvioletcat @aelinchocolatelover @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @athena127

[wrestlinghistorywithkay]

Follow The Buzzards: The Debut of The Wyatt Family

Since Monday Night RAW is in Baltimore tonight and the in ring debut of The Wyatt Sicks is tonight as well, I decided to write about the debut of the legendary stable , The Wyatt Family.

The Wyatt Family consisted of the late , Bray Wyatt ( Windham Rotunda ), Luke Harper ( Jon Huber aka Brodie Lee ), and Erick Rowan. The stable first debuted in 2012 on WWE’s third and developmental brand , NXT. Therefore, the Bray Wyatt character would debut in Florida Championship Wrestling in 2012. Rotunda was known as Husky Harris on the game show version of NXT before this. However , in 2013 , the WWE Universe would witness the eerie trio come to Monday Night RAW. Thus, the anticipation for their debut would come through spooky vignettes with Rowan sporting a sheep mask and Wyatt explaining who they were and where they came from. They started to air on May 27. Nevertheless, the WWE Universe would have to wait until July to see the Wyatts debut.

On the July 8 , 2013 episode of Monday Night RAW , would be the night that change everything. The Wyatt Family would make their debut targeting Kane. Before they debuted , Kane had a match against Christian. After the match, he would be in the ring watching one of the vignettes. Soon, the lights would go out after Bray whispering his signature catchphrase, “ We’re here! ” . The lantern would soon be blown out and the trio would make their way to the ring .

Wyatt could be found sitting in a rocking chair as he watched Rowan and Harper attack the future WWE Hall of Famer. The Wyatts not only targeted Kane , they targeted Justin Gabriel , 3MB , and R-Truth all while telling him to ‘ Follow The Buzzards ’ . Kane decided to call out Bray and challenge him to a match at Summerslam. The stipulation of the match would be a Ring of Fire match. Wyatt would be declared the winner due to his stablemates getting involved. Thus , they would attack Kane for a second time and end the segment for their match by carrying him to the back.

Luke Harper would be signed to All Elite Wrestling in 2020 , going under the name , Mr. Brodie Lee. He would be the leader of the faction , The Dark Order. He would start out as being known as the ‘ Unseen Leader ’. Sadly , Lee would pass away on December 26, 2020 at the age of 41. Bray Wyatt would be released by WWE in 2020 and return in 2022. He would also pass away on August 28,2023 at the age of 36.

On June 17,2024 , the Wyatt Sicks would debut. Bo Dallas ( Taylor Rotunda ) , would revise his role as Uncle Howdy and form a new group , The Wyatt Sicks. Their debut would be similar to how Bray made his return. The members of this faction would be Uncle Howdy as the leader, Nikki Cross, Dexter Lumis , Joe Gacy , and Erick Rowan. Rowan is one of the founders of the original Wyatt Family. Thus, Dallas would take on the faction as his brother did before him.

My Final Thoughts:

I remember when The Wyatt Family debuted. I was a little freaked out by them , however , I got used to them. Bray Wyatt was a once in a lifetime wrestler and will always be. Luke Harper/Brodie Lee was one of those wrestlers who I enjoyed watching and will always be the greatest TNT Champion of all time . Again , I’m so proud of Taylor for carrying on his brother’s name and legacy. I’ll be doing a tribute article for Bray in a few weeks and one for Luke in December. Be on the lookout for those!

Love You All,

- Kay