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Couldn't stop imagining Quackerjack silently mocking/copying Negaduck during one of his evil monologues as the others try to keep from laughing

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Hello! I’m sorry I’m inactive a bit! I have some more written for my Heliotrope fanfic, it’s really just a matter of sitting down and editing but I was really busy recently! So it should be out in a few days! ❤️ Thank you for taking the time to read and give it a like! 💫

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Fethry and the Heavy Package

I haven’t done anything with Fethry and a while and that’s sad because I love him. So here’s one now! Hope you enjoy!

inducks (x) scanlation masterpost (x)

-Mod Bulb

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Sometimes I think about the fact that under the Hawaiian Kingdom, Honolulu had electricity before most U.S cities, and Iolani Palace had electricity before the White House did, but today, the state of Hawaii ranks as having among the worst infrastructure of the U.S states. Colonialsm is so full of lies, of the “if it weren’t for the u.s you would be living in grass huts” variety

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I love pausing whatever else I was drawing for shit like this

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BEE BOAT

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presenting… my favorite Garfield strip of all time:

I think of this every time I am in a sunbeam and get sleepy.

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Heliotropism 2/?

Summary: Fethry finds Steelbeak in a bad state and gladly nurses him back to health. Genre: Fluff, bonding, platonic intimacy. Confident!Fethry and Humbled!Steelbeak  Rating: G Word count: 1750ish Part one

Notes: Again no beta, so feel free to message me if you see any funny sentences or grammar!  --

One night (or morning? Did time matter under water?) he woke up sprawled on the library floor rug and looked over to see Fethry laying a few feet from him. He was reading a massive book, his face in his palms and was lightly kicking his legs in the air behind him. Did Fethry sleep AT ALL? 

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When Steelbeak explored parts of the sea lab while trying to “break out,” he wasn’t able to get through certain doors without a passcode, so he just full fist punched at some panels, smashing the buttons in frustration. Now, as they walked by one of the panels with crooked buttons and a toolbox sitting near it, he felt a bad feeling start to bubble inside of him. It was fleeting though, as he rubbed the back of his neck to chase it away. Fethry just kept humming as he walked by.

They stopped at a different door with an untouched panel and Fethry slowly pressed the buttons, like he meant for him to see the code. Steelbeak did see, and as Fethry turned back to grin at him, he turned his head a little too late, but still pretended he didn’t see. The doors slid open and he was met with a large dome made entirely of transparent material, save for a few metal beams lined with dim lights holding it all together, and a view of the bottom of the ocean. Aside from the colorful krill, schools of fish swam by, illuminated only by the lights given off by the rest of the sub lab. ‘Interesting…” He moseyed to the middle of the dome, tilting his head up and around. There was a little living room style set in the middle, complete with couches, chairs, lamps and a rug pulling it all together. It was by far the tallest room in the lab, but it also felt like the smallest. Steelbeak was not used to being trapped by a void, but rather a room like brick or cement. His hands in the pockets of borrowed pants were not enough to chase his shivers away, but when he looked back to Fethry, who was pressed against the dome wall- red outfit vividly standing against the deep blue- he felt the warmth of a campfire. Fethry moved his head around, like he was searching for something in the darkness before turning to Steel, his finger pressed against the clear wall above his own head. “Look! Barracudas!” Fethry bounced a little on his feet, his hat dancing like him. “Did you know they have ring structures in their ears like trees? The number of rings they have is also their age!” Steelbeak walked over, looking up at the pod of large fish floating in what little sun had made its way down to the depths. It was…kind of nice. “They have razor sharp teeth, like you.” Fethry said matter-of-factly and Steelbeak chuckled. After a few minutes of silence, Fethry jumped into a fighting pose, his stance like a boxer, making Steelbeak flinch and reflexively put an arm up for defense. “Who wins in a fight! You? Or a Great White Shark?” Fethry asked while bouncing side to side on the balls of his feet. Steelbeak stared but moved his defense arm down and put a flat hand out, allowing the smaller bird to give it a playful punch. “Actually, I already know you’d beat a shark, but how ‘bout me?”  Steel couldn’t prevent the rumble of laugher forming in him, all he could do was collapse to his knees and try to breath as much as possible through his nostrils to try and prevent the giggles bubbling inside. He had really thought this guy was a threat, huh? “Yeah that’s what I thought!” Fethry crouched next to him, giving him another small playful punch to the larger bird’s arm and THAT, that felt good.

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Hanging out with Fethry was both a good time and something to overcome for Steelbeak. Having a “friend” without ulterior motives was new for him, but was it luck that Fethry was patient with him? Or was he just...like this with everyone? Steelbeak calmly observed the puzzle that was Fethry. Soon, Steelbeak put together that Fethry did everything when he found him at a desk littered with microscopes and tubes sewing the ripped sleeve back onto his white blazer he thought was lost at sea. “You know that ‘white day’ is a scam, right?” Fethry asked unprompted and all he could do was sit on the floor and listen while Fethry went on a rant. The duck would chat about the sea life, then smoothly transition into clouds or politics while they lounged in sporadic areas of the sea lab Even though he talked a lot and referenced things Steelbeak didn’t know about, it didn’t make him feel stupid and he especially liked when Fethry would act things out, like moments in history or describe something with his hands.

Fethry not only did all the maintenance for the sub lab, but he also cooked, cleaned, recited poetry, organized, created sculptures, and tinkered with different inventions all while reading large books on all kinds of animals, volcanoes, space things, world politics and whatever else he felt like. Steelbeak almost forgot it was just the two of them submerged at the ocean floor because Fethry brought enough light and energy to fill the whole lab. “If your ribs still hurt, sleeping while sitting up should help ease the pain.” Fethry mentioned one night when the larger bird stretched a certain stretch that should have been accompanied by a yawn. “There are a lot of futons, you know.” His ribs didn’t really hurt anymore, unless Fethry made him laugh too hard, but sleeping on the futon while the duck worked on his projects sounded nicer than going to his claimed bed alone. So he started falling asleep in the various places they’d hang out, lulled by the sound of Fethry talking about the zodiac or different types of plastic. One night (or morning? Did time matter under water?) he woke up sprawled on the library floor rug and looked over to see Fethry laying a few feet from him. He was reading a massive book, his face in his palms and was lightly kicking his legs in the air behind him. Did Fethry sleep AT ALL? “Buongiorno!” He beamed when he saw Steelbeak stretch awake. “Help me make the next batch of stew?” -- Steelbeak walked a bit more confidently as he helped bring the little box of vegetables to the kitchen. It felt good to be able to lift something again without pain, even if it was small. The kitchen was a descent size, made for a crew (like most of the lab) and was clean save for a pantry that was clearly rummaged through and unorganized. “Stew is pretty much the only thing I know how to make.” Fethry admitted. Steekbeak would drop his jaw if he could, but of course couldn’t so he settled with wide eyes but furrowed eyebrows towards the duck who studied almost everything. Fethry waved it off. “I do more reading than cooking, and stew is good! But, if I wanna spice things up, I just read a recipe.” Steel set the box down and tapped on his own chest. ”You.” Fethry said matter-of-factly. He motioned around the kitchen and pointed to himself again. “You want to clean everything?” Fethry cocked his head to the side while pulling out cutting boards. Steelbeak could finally pick up on his jests but could only retort with an eyeroll or crossed arms. He chose both this time.  “You know how to cook?” He corrected with a grin and Steelbeak nodded proudly. “Well, let’s do one of your recipes when our delivery comes in, we’ll have more ingredients and you’ll be able to chew again.” They dumped the veggies on the countertop and Fethry placed them haphazardly on top each other next to a block holding various knives. Steelbeak grabbed a paring knife and reflexively started peeling a potato in a spiral, pulling the skin off in one piece. “Whoa! Where’d you learn that?” Fethry asked wide eyed. He put a hand on his chin thoughtfully before tracing a square in the air with a finger on one hand and knife in the other, then put two fists in the air in front of him, like holding bars. The universal sign for “prison cell” or so he thought. “Ah, you aggressively read about it in a classroom! I see!” Fethry chirped brightly and Steelbeak shook his head quickly, cutting the air with a straight hand like “no, no” then dead panned at him while he giggled. “You know I’m kidding. Was it jail?” He froze, realizing what he had just gotten himself into.  Getting booked to stay in cement rooms, prison wall etiquette, and breaking out was probably the main thing Steelbeak knew the most about (aside from fighting in general) and normally he’d pride himself but now, under Fethry’s curious gaze he didn’t feel so proud. He rubbed the back of his head nervously and avoided eye contact. “Prison?”  He nodded lightly, turning back to peel another potato but didn’t move his hands, just hovered the knife above it. Fethry didn’t know anything about him and Steelbeak wished he could unlock his beak now more than ever so he could explain and defend himself.  Fethry brought a pot out, placed it on the stove and dropped the spiral into it. “The skin has a lot of nutrients in it, so I’m still going to add it to the stew if you don’t mind. I mean, I have to run it through a blender anyways.” Steelbeak felt like shrinking again as his mind started running because of course his action was worthless! He rubbed his forehead, exasperated, thinking of course we’d just keep the skin, of course we must blend it because of his stupid beak! Heron was right, how useless could he be! Fethry stayed quiet while a small rain cloud seemed to form over the larger bird. He gathered his own thoughts before picking up a potato and another paring knife, then repeatedly looked at Steelbeak’s hands back to his own and shifted his fingers to mirror the larger bird’s grip of the knife. He moved his pointer finger to the back of the blade and wiggled his thumb next to it, slowly rocking the knife into the skin but could only pull some small patches off. Steelbeak stared for a moment, only blinking a few times at Fethry struggling to peel the root before he understood what was happening. He looked back to his own hands and slowly started to peel the other potato, careful to have his fingers in the right position. He couldn’t really teach someone how to do this, even if he could speak, but he tapped his thumb at the front of the knife’s blade to show how it guides under the skin. He did it slow enough so Fethry could see and Fethry did, silently following his guidance. As they moved onto more veggies, Steelbeak had more tricks to show with the knives and all Fethry had was a smile and time to encourage those tricks. The rain cloud above Steelbeak’s head disappeared and Fethry pretended not to see it in the first place.

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WHY WEREN’T YOU AT ELF PRACTICE?!

r-rebecca, it’s not what you think!

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Dethklok, Animal Crossing ver

Charles has to deal with their rubbish every single day

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ziriguidum

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For the requests maybe,, fethry ✨