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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 4 years

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Mr. Blue Sky

Prompt: if ur still taking prompts could you maybe write Patton having a bad depression day and the other sides helping him out! ps your writing is amazing

Thanks for the prompt, babe! I hope it’s what you wanted!

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Warnings: depressive episode, nothing graphic

Pairings: LAMP, DLAMP, DLAMPR, I don’t care, all or none. Can be platonic or romantic you decide

Word Count: 2554

Depression:

de•pres•sion – a mood disorder marked especially by sadness, inactivity, difficulty in thinking and concentration, a significant increase or decrease in appetite and time spent sleeping, feelings of dejection, and hopelessness.

Patton feels grey today.

Sometimes he doesn’t even have to open his eyes to know it’s going to be a bad day.

Patton’s gonna be honest. He doesn’t have bad days most of the time. No, really, he doesn’t. Not like this.

Most days it’s just kind of…there, you know? It’s like looking up into a clear, blue sky, as blue as it could possibly be, and there’s just a little grey cloud near the horizon. Not bothering anyone, not making it shady anywhere, but it’s there. Unmistakably there. That’s not a bad day. It’s just a day.

Today he wakes up and the whole sky is grey.

His room responds to emotion. It fills with soft air, vibrant color, all the things that make Thomas feel—well, anything. So many, so many, so many. Not today.

Today the room is grey.

Shadows cast darkness onto almost every surface in his room, from the desk to the closet to the bare walls where every memory is blurred out into static. The whole room looks flat. Like someone stuck a black and white photo of what it’s supposed to look like into a projector and the projector is shaky, spinning out of time, artifacts appearing in the photo. He blinks. Tries to clear his vision. It doesn’t help.

Patton blinks again and his eyelids feel like they’re glued shut. He can’t open them. Why should he? He doesn’t want to see this version of his room. Better to just lie here and wait for the rainclouds to go away. Are they rainclouds? They don’t feel like rain clouds. They just feel like clouds. How do we make clouds go away?

Logan would know how clouds go away. But Logan is not here and every inch of his body feels like it weighs too much. Is he imagining it or is he sinking further into his bed?

The blankets on top of him aren’t weighted, he knows that, but even their faint pressure is insurmountable. He can’t summon up the will to move them so he doesn’t. He just lies there. Still. Trying to see if he can open his eyes.

He should get up. He has to get dressed. He has to make breakfast.

But why? None of them need to eat. Logan’s probably made himself breakfast in the time it’s taken him to not get out of bed. Roman’s probably eaten already. Virgil doesn’t normally join them for breakfast. Janus has a sleep schedule he hasn’t figured out yet. And Remus…well, Remus likes his own type of food.

Patton doesn’t need to go anywhere, what would be the point?

He can’t fall back asleep. There’s too much static. It whines in his ears and makes him want to scrunch up, block it out, if only he could move. But he can’t. So he won’t.

Will the others worry? Maybe. It’s not like he can do anything about it. He remembers—does he? Does he have enough energy to remember?—they told him if he ever needed help or support on bad days he should come get one of them. Or summon them. But summoning means moving.

Doesn’t really matter. Moving won’t make the clouds go away. Might as well just…lie here, wait for them to go away.

Patton lies there, in his bed, on his side, his room turning grey.

He blinks. Oh. The light is different. Was the light different a moment ago? It was coming in low, wasn’t it? Why is it super bright now? It’s too bright. It’s too grey.

But closing the curtains means moving.

He blinks.

The light is gone now. It’s back to being low in the sky. Did he imagine it being really bright?

Doesn’t matter. The room is still grey.

Something buzzes at the corner of his mind. Is that…is something making noise? It happens again.

“Patton?”

Oh. Is that Roman? Why is Roman here?

“Patton, are you in here?”

Speaking means moving.

“…Patton, I’m coming in, okay?”

The door creaks open and there is a quickly stifled gasp. The room is still grey.

“Patton? Patton, where are—oh, oh, Padre…”

Oh. Roman’s here now. Roman’s sash is so red.

“Patton,” Roman murmurs as he crouches next to the bed, “Patton, can you hear me?”

Patton manages a small sound in his throat. Oh. He can speak. A little. He tries again.

“…mhmm.”

Roman breathes a sigh of relief. His expression changes into something a little sad. “Bad day, huh?”

“Mhmm.”

“When was the last time you ate something,” Roman prompts gently, “drank something?”

Patton furrows his brow. Isn’t it still morning? In response, Roman carefully moves his clock into his line of sight.

Oh.

His eyes must widen a little when he realizes it’s late in the afternoon. Roman sets the clock aside and glances at the door.

“I’m going to take that as you haven’t eaten today,” he says quietly, “is that right?”

Patton closes his eyes and makes a frustrated noise. What good is this? What good is he? If he can’t make the clouds go away—

“Hey,” comes the soft voice and a warm hand on his cheek, “stay with me here.”

Roman smiles at him and runs his fingers through his hair as he peers up at him. Roman is warm. Really warm. Does warm make the clouds go away?

“Here’s what we’re gonna do, okay?” Roman tucks his other hand under Patton’s head, cradling it gently. “We’re going to have you sit up first, then we’re going to go get you something to eat. Is that alright?”

…yeah.

But…moving.

“Shh,” Roman says as a little wrinkle appears between Patton’s brows again, “I won’t move until you’re ready for it.”

Patton’s about to try and say he’s been unable to move all day, apparently, when Roman leans forward and rests their foreheads together, warm breaths puffing over his neck. Roman is warm. Roman is red.

He closes his eyes and lets Roman’s warmth bring a little color back to his cheeks.

“Okay,” he mumbles after a little, “okay.”

“You want to try and sit up now?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright.” Roman adjusts his grip, getting one hand around Patton’s waist. “We’re going to go slow. If at any point you feel dizzy, or you can’t keep going, you have my full permission to fall on me and we’ll lie you back down.”

For some reason, the image of him just full-on collapsing onto Roman makes a giggle bubble up in his throat. Roman chuckles too, his arms tightening.

“Ready? Here we go…”

Sitting up is slow. It’s fuzzy. But it works. Roman rubs his arm encouragingly as they get him seated on the edge of the bed.

“Next step is standing up. You need a moment before we do that?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. You take your time, I’m not going anywhere.”

Roman is warm. Roman is so, so warm. Patton’s fingers idly toy with the cord on his shoulders.

“…thanks.”

“Oh, of course, Padre.” A warm hand runs over his cheek. “It’s no more than you’ve done for us.”

“…us?”

Roman gives him a smile. “You don’t think the others are going to let me have all the fun, do you?”

As if on cue, there’s another set of footsteps approaching the door.

“Hey, Princey, you get lost or something?”

“In here,” Roman calls as Virgil rounds the corner. Virgil is purple. So, so, purple.

“Heya, Pop-star,” Virgil says softly, crouching down next to Roman, “you havin’ an off day?”

“…yeah.”

“Okay. We’re gonna get you downstairs, okay? The others are waiting.”

“What?”

Virgil’s mouth tugs up into a smile. “Yeah, Pat. You didn’t show all day and we got worried.”

Roman gives his arm a squeeze. “You about ready to stand?”

Patton nods and holds his arms out for help.

“Easy, easy—“

“There you go, Padre, go slow.”

“Great job. You wanna lean on us for a little?”

“I got you, don’t worry.”

Roman loops his arm gracefully through Patton’s, holding him like they’re walking down the path to his castle again as they move out of the too-grey room. Virgil hangs beside them, following down the stairs into the living room. As soon as they hit the bottom, Logan looks up from the kitchen and smiles.

“Hello, Patton.” He gestures toward the seat next to him. “Please, come join us.”

Roman deposits him carefully next to Logan, who immediately sets a small plate in front of him. Virgil gives him a wink before striking up a conversation with Roman that immediately fills the room. There’s no pressure for Patton to join, no pressure to do anything other than try and eat the easy food in front of him and lean against Logan’s side. Logan’s warm too. Is everyone warm? Logan is blue. Dark blue.

“Here,” Logan murmurs as Janus sends a barb back at Virgil, “try and drink this for me?”

It’s just water. It does little to clear the static in his throat, but it does make him feel a little more like a person. He goes to try and take another bite only for it to turn to ash in his mouth.

Remus catches his grimace from his other side. “Had enough?”

“Think so.”

Reaching out in a blur of green, Remus scoops Patton’s food onto his own plate and scarfs it down, artfully dodging the balled-up receipt Roman tosses at him.

“What are they talking about,” Patton mumbles to Logan as Remus immediately shouts something about lizards and coniferous trees.

“I have absolutely no idea,” comes Logan’s bemused reply. “I believe it started off with a debate about what exactly separates reptiles from mammals but I’ve quite lost the thread of the conversation.”

“It’s not my fault that you decided dragons are a subspecies of platypuses!”

“Does that make every single dragon a relative of Perry the Platypus?”

“Well, somehow we’ve gotten to Phineas and Ferb,” Logan murmurs as Virgil immediately starts clamoring for Janus to change his hat.

And somehow the image of seeing Janus as a gold snake with a fedora makes the static clear enough for Patton to giggle.

Of course, the instant he does that, the entire table just stops to stare at him. Virgil is so distracted Janus swipes his hat back and stands, sweeping around to Patton’s side.

“Shall we keep going?”

“What are we doing now?”

“Let’s get you changed into something else,” Janus says softly as he helps Patton up, leaving the others to talk about…whatever they’re talking about now, “it’ll help you feel better.”

“Okay.”

“Would you like to talk about it?”

Patton shakes his head as they get back to his room. “Just a grey day.”

Janus nods and gently pushes him toward the bathroom. “Take a shower for me, honey, then we’ll get you into some new clothes.”

“Um—“

He pauses on his way to Patton’s closet. “What is it, honey?”

“Can I, um…” Now that he’s seen the others, the cold greyness of his room makes the numbness flood back. “Could you…hug me?”

“Oh, of course, honey, come here…”

Oh, Janus is warm. Janus is really warm. Really warm and really yellow.

“You’re doing so well today,” Janus murmurs, stroking up and down Patton’s back, “we’re so proud of you.”

They stand there for a little while, until Patton can pry himself out of the hug and toward the bathroom. The tiles are grey but the sink is cream. He peels himself out of the pajamas that are starting to feel a little gummy and tosses them in the hamper. The shower handle is cold but the water is warm. He doesn’t have the energy to wash. The water beats over his shoulders, warm, steady, reassuring. If he closes his eyes, the clouds have started to rain. Warm, summer rain that smells like sleep.

A light knock on the door a few moments later and Patton turns the water off. He hears Janus open the door and leave something on the counter. He takes the towel from the rack and dries himself off, curling his fingers in the soft clothes left for him.

Janus smiles when he opens the door, holding his hand out for Patton to take.

“Come on,” he coaxes when Patton blearily makes a noise of protest, “the others are downstairs waiting.”

“Wha’re we doing?”

“Well,” Janus drawls as they make their way into the hall, “I’m sure it couldn’t be letting us spoil you with cuddles, now, couldn’t it?”

Sure enough, Roman’s summoned a mattress big enough to cover the entire floor of the living room. Remus is already sprawled on top of Roman, but he looks up with a grin as Patton gets to the bottom of the stairs.

“Remus, no—!”

Roman just manages to grab his brother around the waist as Remus lunges for Patton.

“Let me go!”

“You have to wait for him to get to the mattress first!”

“Ugh,” Remus rolls his eyes, “fine.”

Janus chuckles as Patton crawls to the center of the mattress and, after a brief nod, Roman lets Remus go. Sure enough, Remus almost bowls them back off the mattress.

“Remus,” Roman huffs in exasperation, even though Patton can hear his smile.

“What?” Remus shifts on top of him, his weight warm and green and perfect, his arms wrapped around Patton’s waist as he tucks a pillow under his head. “I got it.”

He can hear Roman roll his eyes as red tucks itself against his side. “Yeah, you sure do.”

Virgil snickers from somewhere above him and Patton cranes his neck back to see a flash of purple curling above his head. “You comfy, Pat? Breathing okay?”

“…yeah.”

“Good.” The purple looks over to Patton’s other side. “So’re you two just gonna sit there and pretend you don’t want in or what?”

“We’re coming.”

Sure enough, a moment later, Janus takes a seat with his back against the couch, Virgil’s head in his lap. He reaches down with a golden hand and runs his fingers through Patton’s hair. Dark blue lies down next to him and Logan reaches to gently remove his glasses, laying them on the side table.

Everything is fuzzy static clears. Something dull and achy wells up in Patton’s chest, asleep all day, forming a lump in his throat that suddenly makes it hard to breathe. As if they can feel it, the twins share a look.

Remus frees one of his arms and carefully takes Patton’s right hand, gently pressing it to the mattress next to his head. Roman takes his left, pressing a kiss to the back of it and clasping it to his own chest. Logan shifts as Janus’s hand cards through Patton’s hair. Virgil murmurs something that gets lost in the warm haze.

Amidst the warmth, Patton’s eyes flutter closed.

The sky is filled with clouds, splashed with dark blue, fading into purple, the lightest touches of gold at the very edges, shimmering in the fading light. The deep red at the horizon fades into pink, into yellow, into the slightest hint of green before spilling into an endless stretch of blue, blue, blue sky.

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popculturebuffet · 3 years

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Ducktales: The Treasure of the Lost Lamp Movie Reviewcap! (Patreon Stretch Goal)

Hello all you happy people! And we have a special review today for two reasons. The first is that this is my second patreon stretch goal review, having hit the 15 dollar goal back in march thanks to my wonderful friend Emma, the same patreon whose responsible for the Green Eggs and Ham Reviews, who helped me hit the 15 dollar goal. As a result you fine people are getting three movie reviews each based on a Disney Afternoon Movie with Treasure of the Lost Lamp today, a goofy movie at the end of the motnh for a weeklong tribute to my favorite dogmandadguy. Extremley was going to be part of it but the length of this review convinced me otherwise, but I will be doing it this summer so keep an ear out. If you want to help me hit my next stretch goals do yourselve a favor and zip on over to my patreon YOU CAN FIND MY PATREON HERE. My next stretch goal at “OH Look 20 Dollars” would give everyone patreon and not, a monthly review of Darkwing Duck as decided by my patrons, reviews of BOTH season 2 mini series from Ducktales 87, introducing Fenton to the world and blighting it with Bubba before the 2017 series fixed him, and as a brucey bonus added last month a review of Danny Phantom the Ultimate Enemy. And if that wasn’t enough if you help me get to the goal after that at 25 unlocks another trilogy of disney film reviews, this time for the proud family and recess movie and the best kim possible movie, and dcom period, so the drama as well as Bryan Lee O’ Malley’s two stand alone graphic novels, lost at sea and seconds for you Scottaholics in the audience.

The other reason now the shilling’s done. is that the plan WAS to review this back to back with Treasure of The Found Lamp, to the point the orginal review had a whole thing about that, why it was delayed etc... but now that review’s been scrapped all together as something sudden and wonderful happened. After just kinda giving up someone came through with a translation of Della’s first apperance so presumibly i’ll be doing that as part of the build up to mother’s day, and since I still want ot do maternal instincts too, and already had to let the Floyd Gottfredson birthday special slide away as well... it had to go as I want to leave the only open space on the schedule for the lovely person who found the story for me. But this review is still done, i’m very proud of it so join me under the cut won’t you?

Behind The Scenes: Before I get into it i’d just like to note this article from SyFy Wire. It , along with articles I found via wikipedia citations, was an invaluable resource.

The film was an experiment: It was an experiment to see if one of their tv properties could bring in theatrical money, to see if a movie made on a cheaper budget and still rake in decent money, to see if a film could be made being outsourced to several diffrent places, and to see what one of those places, their recently aquiried french stuido, could handle this kind of work.

The film, if succesful would be the first of Disney’s MovieToons line, a series of films based on their shows. As you can tell by the fact only this movie and Goof Troop happened and the Movie Toons label wasn’t applied to that one it very much failed. While the film was warmly recevied by people who liked the show general audiences didn’t turn out for it. As a result the MovieToons label was scrapped, future projects with it were canceled.. but the stellar work put in by the french stuidio lead to it perserviering for several more decades and lead to them working on the Goofy Movie, which we’ll get to later this month but needless to say was a MUCH bigger hit with a much bigger budget.

As for why the film failed... I have two theories. THe first is that parents were stupid back then and didn’t want to pay to see something on the big screen they could see on tv’s. This is a stupid mentality to me as generally a movie of a tv show puts in a ton of extra effort and usually goes bigger and dosen’t go home. It’s a likely theory given most liscened films of the era didn’t do quite well, with all three hasbro films tanking. And look I get Transformers the Movie is cheesy and killed a lot of people’s childhood toys, but damn if it ain’t aweosme.. and also something I need to cover at some point. Thankfully this died out by later in the 90′s with Rugrats getting a hugely succesful if flawed film, a better sequel and a third one that was also a crossover with the wild thornberries.

And even now in 2020 we’re getting the Loud House and Rise of the TMNT movies sometimes this summer, we were SUPPOSED to have gotten the bobs burgers movie this summer but arne’t because Disney is being a dick about it.

And we got a phineas and ferb movie last year. With this trend hopefully thsi means we’ll get a Ducktales 2017 movie at some point since season 4 left a huge sequel hook laying right there to grab for a feature film. One final note: The film was conceptually thought up as a 5 part serial like “Treasure of the Golden Suns”, “Catch as Cash Can”, “SuperDucktales” and “Time is Money, something that DOES show as the movie weirdly has act breaks. In a feature film. Yup.

The Guest Cast:

I won’t go into the full cast since I’ve sung Alan Young and Russi Taylor’s praises PLENTY on this blog before, and I plan to go into Beakly and Launchpad’s actors when they show up in the pilot movie. But i’d be remiss if i didn’t talk about our three guest actors for our three new parts.

First up is Merlock voiced by legend and if I had a hall of fame, hall of famer Christopher Lloyd.. I need to get me one of those. Lloyd is of course known for playing Doc Brown in back to the future but has done countless other films, voicework, and other good stuff. Among his MASSIVE filmography includes The Back to the Future Trilogy (Already mentioned it but it bears repeating), Star Trek III, Who Framed Roger Rabbit as the pants destroyingly terrifying Judge Doom, The Addams Family duology as fester, a role rip torn would ironcially play for the animated series made to captalize on said movie, Hey Arnold! The Movie, The Oogieloves in The Big Ballon Adventure (Look everybody needs money sometimes okay?), and Art of the Deal: The Movie, which was not, thankfully an ego filating nightmare made by trump himself but a film made by funny or die parodying his terrible book and having Llloyd return as Doc Brown. TV Wise he’s known for Taxi, Back to the Future the Animated Series, Cyberchase and he most recently popped up on Big City Greens. How I missed that ep I.. do know as I haven’t watched season 2. Gonna fix that later this month. Lloyd is utterly awesome, a great guy and thankfully still alive at the time of this writing, so I was happy to have him here.

Less familiar to me but still known is Rip Taylor, a comedian known for his flamboyant unique way of speech and his marvelous mustache. He showed up in things occasionally and always seemed like the nicest guy and his passing in late 2019 truly is sad. He does a terrific job here but more on that in a moment.

Finally we have Richard Libertini, a comedian I never really saw in anything besides this who according to IMDB was most famous for his ablility to do a foreign accent. I REALLY hope all of them aren’t as horribly racist as this one. We’ll.. get to that in a sec as it’s time for the plot!

A Treasure Uncovered:

We open our film gorgeously. The animation is great in the film, having some rough edges I chalk up to the film’s hectic production, the studio being new at working at disney properties, and the film not being meant for HD. That being said a few rough spots here and there aside.. the film looks ungodly gorgeous. Like most theatrical films based on a cartoon it takes an already great style and makes it look great. It feels like a more fluid evolution of the cartoons look and it’s a shame we didn’t get more movies in this style for both this show and others, ESPECIALLY Darkwing Duck. Can you imagine a Darkwing Duck movie with this lush animation? Hopefully we’ll get one eventually.

So our heroes are going to somewhere in the Middle East. That’s.. that’s all wikipedia gives me and all the film gives me. As usual Scrooge is after treasure in this case the Treasure of Collie Baba, the greatest thief there ever was based obviously off Ali Baba from 1001 nights and that one Beastie Boys song.

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It’s here we find the WORST thing about the film, the thing that makes this a hard one to watch depsite otherwise being pretty good, and that makes my skin crawl knowing i’m a white man and a BUNCH of white guys, Ducktales series creator who did the voice casting for this character, the writers who wrote him, the direector disney them fucking selves who thought this was okay.

The film has some horrible steroytping. It starts with a bunch of backgorund guys surronding Scrooge, with crooked teeth and steotypical voices. This on it’s own is odious.

It somehow gets worse. Then we meet one of our antagonists. We meet Dijon.

This Fucking Guy

Djon is horribly offensive reminding me of other such luminaries in being ungodly offensive yet somehow getting put to film as Jar Jar Binks (With all respeect to his poor actor Ahmed Best, this is not his fault), Rob Schinder as a Sterotypically asian preist, Skids and Mudflap, Rob Schinder as a sterotypically mexican bandit, The Whitewashed cast of The Last Airbender, and Rob Schinder as a stereotypically asian preist. What i’m saying is Djon is an AWFUL, horribly offensive character.. and that Rob Schinder should be shot up into space, not to watch cheesy movies, he’s not funny enough for that, but instead to be sent to a satlitie that’s liveable, but also filled to the brim with spring loaded boxing gloves. Just tons of boxing gloves that feel like getting punched by a heavewight boxer all hidden... they could hit his legs, his face, his nuts, his face and his nuts, the point is he’s in constnat pain unless he moves carefully.

And lest you think i’m exaggerating for starters this is his design.

It just screams “vaugely but sterotpyically middle eastern” along with cowardly. The fact he’s also a literal rat is just the icing on the cake made of broken glass, shrapnel and broken DVD’s of Transformers; Revenge of the Fallen. They say if you eat a reveng eof the fallen dvd John Tutoro appears at the foot of your bed and watches you while you sleep.. and by they I mean me. It was a bad bet. I got rid of him with some insese and a bribe of five dollars.

Oh but that’s just design.. when he talks it’s MUCH worse. His voice is like if they took Apu from the simpsons and said “This but MORE offensive”, and his perosnality is WORSE. He’s a thief.. and not in the endearing loveable rogue way but he’s a pick pocket and a running “Gag’ is that he’ll often grab eveyrthing within reahc. As the deisgn shows he’s a coward running at every opportunity. Oh and to top it all off he’s the willing servant of the white coded, given all ducks in this series are white coded and voiced bby white actors, big bad. And the actor is naturally VERY white to make this cocktail of offensivness so complete that if Disney ever got rid of this film I GUARANTEE the republcian party would be running in with accusations of cancel culture gone amok and never shutting up about this like they did the muppets. Which for the record THEY DIDN’T CANCEL THEM, YOUR POINT IS ILLEGITMATE, THEY JUST WANTED TO BE SENSTIVE YOU GHOULS.

I do have a reason for bringing up Disney’s content warnings... most damming of all given just how DEEPLY uncomfortbale this character is.. there isn’t one for this movie. I double checked: There isn’t even wanring notes on the website. It’s just.. on there. And given just how ghastly a sterotype Djon is.. that’s not right. Seriously they DID put them on certain episodes of the show, theyk now this sort of thing is wrong and they done wrong.. but for NO reason they haven’t done so for a film released 31 years ago. Around the same time as the series and just offensive as that show at it’s worst if not more so. This is flatly inexcusable.. par for the course for Disney’s incompetence but still horribly furstrating, disgusting and shameful.. which has been the theme of the last three days really. I expect better because when it comes to putting that warning label on this stuff, they usually are better. First the scheduling mixup and now this. You already do a handful of things wrong Disney why add this to the list?!

It’s just draining not only to run into another Disney Fuckup after a weekend of dealing with one of their worst in recent memory, but just to watch Djon. To see this horrible caractrure saunter onto the screen and go on with his harmful schtick, to see that THIS is what Ducktales 87 reduced non white people to more often than not. It’s remarkable just how throughly and awesomely Frank and Matt completely and totally reversed this. Instead of horrible sterotypes in the reboot, we got TONS of loveable people of color, an endearing latino hero, a smart african american buisness woman who takes no shit but is still a consumate professional, and an egyptian HERO with an intresting story and a strong moral code instead of this horrible reminder that racisim in media was such an afterthought not ONE person brought this up during the scyfy wire stuff or in any inteview i’ve seen. No one cared. Djon was POPULAR enough that he got three episode sin the series. THREE FUCKING EPISODES. This film could be GOOD.. but it’s just so bogged down EVERY FUCKING TIME this artists interpreitation of what Tucker Carlson sees when he looks at a middle eastern person I had to pause to compose myself and had to take a break writing this review to avoid tyiping this in all caps and using the phrase YOU RACIST MOTHERFUCKERS every other sentence. And again i’m white, I get this is second hand offensiveness.. I do... but it dosen’t mean I can’t be offended other white people were so callous about other cultures behaviors this happened.

And what makes me feel worse.. is that I just sorta... never thought about white people voicing non white characters. Things like this I noticed sure, I realize now part of the reason I didn’t like this movie the first time I saw it was this alex jones version of a looney tune, but I do feel shame for not noticing or caring long before this. Sure I loved it when a character of color got played by a person of color.. but I didn’t realize just how deep that problem was and how LONG it went on for before the outcry post george floyd and the call to action lead to most shows still going course correcting. It’s why stuff like this extra botehrs me: because THIS was just as okay at the time. No one blinked twice about this and odds are the creators involved still haven’t. And that.. that’s just terrible and it hurts to think about and I still have most of the movie to go.

The Pyramid of Peril:

So we do get a gorgeous unvewling scene of a box Scrooge found out about from Collie Baba’s horde that should lead them to the treasure. This scene reminds me of Indina Jones.. and I bring this up because the poster was specifically made to mimick an indinia jones poster, to the point of getting drew struzan to do it. THe creator of Ducktales objected..l but I do not get WHY. While I”m not sure if he had yet, Speilberg flat out admits the Carl Barks comics were an inspiration for Indina Jones, with the iconic bolder chase coming from a similar scene in one of Barks Stories. Gotta cover that too. So yeah I don’t get not wanting an indina jones style poster when both were inspiried by the same work and it’s just simple logic and it looks so neat. Thank you.

Scrooge finds seemingly just clothes.. and a map. Jeff Dunham’s Most Racist Puppet reports to his master, Merlock. Merlock is a.. meh villian. Christopher Lloyd does try.. but Lock is your standard evil overlord wants to take over the world type. He dosen’t have much depth, or personality and only his style saves him from dragging the film down along with Dana Carvey’s most racist disguise in master of disguise. He does have a deent shape shifting gimick and being played by Christopher Lloyd means he’s acted TREMENDOUSLY. Alan Young was apparently in awe watching him work and that’s wonderful to hear. The guy did his best. Weirdly Merlock would show up in tons of other works, mostly video games.. but even weirder he NEVER showed up in ducktales 2017. Both Djon and Gene would, Djon thankfully renamed we’ll get to all of that tommorow thank god. I need it after this. But Frank has outright said they didn’t use Merlock because there simply wasn’t anything they could do with him they couldn’t dow ith magica. My likely guess is the might of found a way to revamp him EVENTUALLY, it’s not like radical revamps weren’t there thing come on, they just had way more stories with Magica and didnd’t get around to it before the show was canceled. Just make him some sort of evil god or something. it’s what I might do. There’s a lot of angles with him. Though I would’ve still gotten christopher lloyd back. I mean most of the recasting is good but he’s still alive and deserved a better shot at things.

So Merlock sends Djonn to go with scrooge as his guide to find the treasure, as there’s something of imense power within it. And I gotta ask WHY does Merlock need a minon. No really. This isn’t a situation like reboot magica where he’s trapped in another realm. He can shapeshift into any animal. We only see him use falcon, rat, cockroach and bear but theoritically he can become anything and bear alone is still a LOT. Why does he need this sterotype even other sterytopes ar eashamed of? The film dosen’t NEED Djonn. Just let Christopher Lloyd monologue and leave this post 911 propogranda cartoon at home.

So our heroes nad rejected jar jar prototype head into the desert, and seemingly find nothing before finding a small pyramid all while Merlock follows desecretley as a mighty hawk.

Scrooge makes the boys and Djon dig... because they clearly forgot the “work hard” part of his ethos.

Our heroes unveil the pyramid... and while Merlock SAYS he searched the desert and I get it’s hard to see thourgh all of that.. the dude is immortal, had decades to search and had Mickey Rooney there on standby to force him to go comb the desert. I have an artist rendering of that hang on

So our heroes enter the pyramid and it goes.. really how you’d expect: there’s a bunch of traps our brave explorers have to pass, the boys minintpret a juinor woodchuck saying about loosing your marbles to mean using the ones they actually have which geninely comes in handy as they trip the traps and Rob SChinder as a carrot stumbles into one. Also launchpad is wearing a hawaiin shirt and shades. This has no baring on the plot, but it does bring the movie up a notch in my book and I question why the reboot never used this outfit. Then again they also never properly used Donald’s Quack Pack Outfit (Which bad show or not, is objectively awesome), or his Quack Shot Indiana Jones Riff Outfit, so it’s not like there isn’t a presdecnt for not giving a character a cool costume change from a previous medium. I really should do a top 12 missed opportunities list for the 2017 cartoon.. the ideas for stuff are really piling up.

OUr heroes eventually find the treasure which has insidiously clever security the more I think about it: at first I thought it had none, just a pit with some... scorpions? I mean their supposed to be but they look like they crawled out of the same stygian hole in the sky Doofus crawled out of. And if your asking me “wait which Doofus” the answer is both. Both these abominations crawled out of a stygian hole in the sky.

But the treasure is on a platform surrounded by scoprions with the only way out being the trap filled way they came in. Unless someone comes in with a full team and a bunch of lootin sacks, they aren’t getting out with EVERYTHING. They can steal SOME of the treasure but there’s no way to get any signifigant portion... and the team thing itself is an issue, something Collie defintely predicted being a thief himself: while some thieves can work well as a team, hence why we have four oceans movies 3/4 damn good, and for the record 12 is the bad one, 8 is how you do a soft reboot and a female led reboot right, a good chunk of professional crooks will turn on each other or try and swinldle... and tha’ts dangerous in a trap filled temple but hey some criminals ain’t so smart. If they all were Rudy Gulliani wouldn’t have two razzies for preparing to pull his pants down, and have waved his phone around on tv like a dare for future adminstrations to arrest the shit out of him would he?

But Scrooge has his family so they get loading. But not before Webby finds the lamp. Not knowing about it Scrooge has no intrest in it, but Webby does. We also get a really simple but hilarious gag where SCrooge dickers over the idea for a second.. before Webby picks up a Jeweled tiara to possibly take instead. The best gags to me are often the ones that just let the character’s perosnalities take the lead and bounce off each other. It’s why when I reviewed the four lilo and stitch crossovers recently I harped on character interaction as their biggest weakness: it’s what MAKES a good work for me. It’s why my faviorite comics and shows often follow a loveable group of disfunctional misfits. I like a group of big personalities who despite in theory should NOT be able to work making it work anyway. And it’s honeslty what’s made Scrooge last so long: Scrooge on his OWN is awesome.. but iwth the boys, donald, and in the case of this series and the reivival Webby and Launchpad, with people to bounce off of who he contrasts heavily with, from Launchapd’s buffonery to Webby’s inehrent sweetness in both versions, to the boys genuine honesty and sense of adventure.... it makes him truly stand out. He’s a great character on his own, don’t get me wrong.. but it’s the people around him that give him chances to show WHY. A good character on it’s own is fine and dandy.. a good character with other good characters around them is where it gets truly special.

Merlock naturally bursts in and in a VERY Black Heron move needlesly outs what micheal bay sees when he closes his eyes as a bad guy... no really he grabs the guy with his talons as he captures the treasure and reveals he’s a bad guy. I don’t even get why keep Djonn alive. He’s done all Merlock possibly could’ve needed and Merlock is ruthless... this makes no sense and only happens because they need Djonn for later in the plot.

Our heroes barely escape, rafting out on the platform itself in a thrilling sequence.. but it’s the one right after that catches my attention. Scrooge utterly defeated, having searched for this treasure for forty years and unresponsive to everyone else. The anmation, coupled with the incomprable Alan young’s acting makes this the highlight of the film for me. Beneath the armor of wealth and skill.. is only a poor old man who just lost something he’s been chasing after most of his life. Scrooge tries his hardest not to be vunerable and both shows and the original comics all use that so when he truly is devistated like this, and i’ts belivible since this treasure is a personal goal of his and as someone who has had things that they seek out specifically, loosing them always hurts. It hurts to ALMOST reach a goal only to have it crumble out under you

But while this alone is good.. what’s next makes it great. Webby sweetly offers up the lamp. Scrooge turns it down, and her genuine gesture reinvgorates him and reminds us of who he is “I’ll find it if it takes another 40 years”> Scrooge may be bitter, mean and selfish a lot of the time.. but deep down, he’s a good man and one who will not give up, and a momentary setback can only stop him so long as long as he has his family to remind him of who he truly is.. and what’s truly important. It’s genuinely sweet and to me is also a reminder of why 87 Webby is a good character: Shes’ not perfect, her main personality trait is often Girl Sterotype”.. but she’s a genuinely sweet small child with a huge heart. It’s telling that while 17′ Webby is almost completely diffren,t and far better, that heart remains her biggest strength. Sure her reboot self could kill a man nad no one would ever find the body, but it’s her heart and empathy that makes that possible and makes her Webby. That inherent loving nature is what makes Webby webby wether she’s a toddler having a tea party or a tween getting ready to intergoate a guy with a meat tenderizer while saying ‘Cute girl stuff”.

Gene Genie Let’s Himself Go:

It’s a few days later and this is the point where it REALLY becomes obvious this was written as a bunch of episodes. Though to the film’s credit while it does ake this feel like a compliation movie as a result... it dosen’t hamper the film’s quality, condiment from Rush Limbaghs’ hot dog stand does that just fine, but once you notice it it’s impossible to unotice it. Weirdly though it seems chunked up into four episodes rather than the usual five, likely cutting down an episode, though I can’t see where they cut out material frankly if they did and i’ts just as likely they woudl’ve had to make one to fill in the space.

So Scrooge is in a mood, being grumpy with his secretary Mrs. Featherly, quackfaster in all but name, and having to be sent home. So while Duckworth goes to fetch him Webby polishes her treasure at long last readying for a tea party, something the boys roundly reject because their sexist little twits and swo were the writers or executies who assumed all little boys act the same. It’s easily my biggest pet peeve with the series as a whole: anytime this crops up with the boys it turns them into the worst dicks imaginable. It’s telling this, being mean about her wantin ga tea party with her surrogate brothersi s TAME. Normally they’ll say she can’t do things because she’s a girl or mock her hobies outright instead of just be mildly dickish. And while she dosen’t look much younger Webby is VERY CLEARLY, in this series anyway, supposed to be say 5 or 6 to the boys 8-10. 7 at most. SHe’s a small child and while it is realistic for older kids to bully younger ones, it’s not fun to watch. It’s why I get annoyed at all the big sibling bully characters.. some work, but most aren’t fun to watch because there’s nothing funny or intresting about it. It’s the same deal here.

Thankfully that quickly goes away as the lamp moves when Webby rubs it and does so again to prove it did move. Huey finishes it and we’re introduced to Gene, the best part of the film. Gene is a Genie and he takes a second to dart around before messing with the appliances in the kitchen, as he was last around during the time 1001 Nights Came About. Cleverly though, and so we thankfully don’t have 80 dozen fishout of water jokes that have already been done before. As you can probably guess i’m not a huge fan of time travel fish out of water stuff. Now from another dimensoin or planet, i’m on board with with Star Vs, Steven Universe and Sym-Bionic Titan being great examples of this, as is the comic resident alien. (Despite having the wonderous Alan Tuduk the show sounds way more mean spirited and misses the entire point of the comic as given by the author in the credits, i.e. that the alien is supposed to NOT be a threat and just be gently waiting for a ride) The inverse is also good with Amphbia and owl house, taking a human and plopping them into our world. But time travel stuff just usually runs the same beats of “look at the shiny thing” and what not. The only time i’ve sene something SIMILAR work is with thor where their society is SIMILAR to vikings time but still it’s own thing.. it also gave us a classic gag in..

So yeah i’m glad they dropped this and instead had a clever way around it: Gene reads the encylopedia at the mansion. Granted it’s Scrooge so I don’t know how current it is and given this came out in 1990 thus HOW racist it is. It’s not a questoin of IF it was, but how much.

But having caught up the kids confront him with the fact he has to grant wishes. This lamp runs on what I now realize are Aladdin rules: Whoever currently holds the Lamp is the Genie’s master, they only get three wishes, and that dosen’t reset if it changes hands. The only big diffrence from the usual is Gene dosen’t have to TELL them about the wishes like Genie did, and Gene very begrudginly agrees to it. He also seem’s phsyically pained when doing so.

So since all 12 know about him, each of the kids gets a wish though it seems unfair with HDL. Their one person, they shoudln’t get 9 wishes just because their brain is spread out over three bodies.

This film continues the weird simliarties to Aladdin by attaching rules though they instead come up as a result of our heroes talking rather than the Genie just flat out tleling them: both share the “you can’t wish for more wishes” thing, a common rule in these stories and usually only broken nowadays as a clever twist as the rule is SO common place, not having it is a twist. But it is there for a reason: to limit the sheer power of a reality warping wish. The wishes can also only go so far. In a nice line, when Huey, Dewey or Louie suggests wishing for peace one earth, Gene says “No pipe dreams’ He can’t bend people or reality on THAT scale. He can bend reality as we find out, but it’s smaller scales like turning someone’s possesions over ot someone else, warping the bin into a castle, or bringing inanitamte objects to limited life. Still HUGE feats worth of a genie, so Gene’s power isn’t so nerfed it’s unusuable, but it does explain why his evil pervious ownder Merlock, more ont hat in a bit too, didn’t just wish to have eternal dominon over the earth or something. Gene can do just about anything but he can’t change the world on a fundemental level.

And I do LIKE having rules in wished based stories like this, I chalk it up to growing up with Fairly Odd Parents... though they eventually went too far in the oppsoitie direction, pulling rules out of their ass to suit the episode, instead of simply having some very standard, very understandable rules that still pose challenges but don’t outright cheat so the episode can happen.

So Webby does her first wish.. and wishes for a Baby Elephant, something Gene is against as he prefers they keep the wishes small: otherwise he gets found out, and the fight over him begins. So one of the boys wishes him away. Or Webby does. Point is it’s gone though not before Beakly sees it and Scrooge smells something is up. Our heroes try to hide gene, but gene thankfully simply dresses up like a modern kid and thus is able to pass as a friend of there staying for the night.

So with the rules established and what not the kids find a clever solution: they simply go a ways away from the mansion into the woods, far enough from town to avoid any suspcion, and same iwth the mansion and just wish for all kinds of stuff: a giant bunch of ice cream toys, standard kid wish fufillment but it’s nice... in part because the kids treat Gene like one of them. Wihle they STARTED asking him about the wishes, this starts the bonding process. Soon he will be part of the hive mind.. SOON.

Until then though after using another wish to make scrooge not mad at them for coming home late and missing dinner, that night we find out Gene’s backstory.... and it’s an utter tearjerker. As it turns out Merlock wants him back because he’s Gene’s former master and as you’d guess.. it was NOT a happy existnace, used contstnatly to do horrible things with no power to stop himself. Pompeii and Atlantis were both directly Merlock’s fault and it was only Collie Baba stealing the lamp that put an end to his hell. He also answers the two obvious questions botht he audeiince and the boys have: How the hell is Merlock still alive and shoudln’t he be out of wishes then? The first is simple. Unlike pretty much every DBZ Villian whose WANTED to do so, Merlock wished for immortality first chance he got, taking the Zamasu route instead and thus leaving him free.

As for the wishes thing it turns out his amulet, in adition to shapeshifting, also gives him extra wishes becuase fuck it.

But the boys sweetly offer to protect him.

The next day, Apu’s Cousin let’s Merlock know the maps in the mansion and Merlock has him help sneak in with Merlock taking rat form. This backfires as Mrs. Beakley notices the form and chases after him with a broom

Meanwhile Webby has her tea party with Gene after he and the boys played cops and robbers earlier, and he’s bored.. though nicely not because it’s a girly thing, but because the stuffed animals aren’t alive and she naively has him fix that. This leads to

Which sadly is jsut scrooge vs a duck toy but admit it, you want that movie for Disney Plus yesterday. Call Charles Band Disney. CALL CHARLES BAND!

Whelp Scrooge Still Sucks:

Scrooge takes for a turn for the obnoxious in the next part, but i’ts fine by me as it’s part of the plot. Naturally this reinactment of Cult of Chucky has lead to Scrooge finding out about the Genie. To his credit, Scrooge is tactical about his wishes. As said by the Duck himself “I could wish for a diamond, no the world’s biggest dimaond, no ten world’s biggest diamond, no a diamond mind, no the MINING INDUSTRY!”

The sheer power this gives him is TERRIFYING, both because of his status.. and because unlike the kids who all wished for simple kid stuff and used up their wishes quickly, he both gets how much he can do with this and could conquer the world economy if he truly wanted to.

The obnoxious part comes in as he treats Gene as not a person, figuring he’s just there and forces him into the lamp despite the kids protests after Gene grants his first wish: Collie Baba’s treasure. It also dosen’t feel like the wishing nor him using the lamp to get the tresure back goes against his hard work ethos: for the former while he is getting all this magically, he’s still having ot use his wits to get the most out of it, and he did earn the lamp itself square. For the latter, he already earned the treasure square too and had it stolen. He’s onlyg etting back what’s by all rights HIS. Granted he plans on giving most of it up for a tax break but still it’s his by right.

However the reason his assholery works is twofold: first it’s Scrooge. While he’s not a TERRIBLE person, in the comcis and this cartoon he isn’t a GOOD person either. He DOES have a good heart and will usually do the right thing, but his first instnct is always to get more money and to be a cantakerous old bastard to eveyrone and everything. While he’s subtly grew out of “I hate eveyrone and everyone hates me” as his guiding principal, it’s still his defualt reaction to most situations. But he first relents by letting Gene attend the party, part of why the Collie Baba thing stung so bad was that he’s told the historical society he’d get the treasure for years only to come back empty handed, if shrunken. But he still manages to have a good time while Asok and Merlock infiltrate.. well I’mRunningOutofINsultingNIcknamesCanYouTell steals the silverware. Yes... that.. that really happens.

Look we’re almost done, i’m almost free of this racist mummies curse. Let’s continue. Gene sees melock and freaks and drags SCrooge with him and while at First Scrooge is cranky...

No but now I want a Donkey Kong Country crossover too dammmit. And to talk about those games. Another thing for the list. But Scrooge is righ tot be a bit surly...

Okay now your just pushing it. As Gene whisked him away without telling him anything other than vauge worries... but then he gets a full idea of why Gene’s so terrified when Merlock shapeshifts into a bear and starts breaking the door down. Eh, could be worse.

Gene shrinks them to escape and Merlock leaves thinking they fled but leaves Skids Minus Mudflap to go look for them. Scrooge sneaks out but bumps into a cart running from the photo you see when you look up stereotype on google. I mean I assume.. let’s try it.

Huh you know I HOPED but I never expected...

So Google Proving My Point plans to give his lamp to the master because of his weird Torgo-Esque obession with helping a man who clearly wants to murder him but takes his sweet time doing so because plot, and Gene figuring this COULDN’T POSSIBLY go as bad as Melock getting him urges the dummy to keep him and make his own wishes.

This goes about as well as you’d expect....

Wiped Out With A Wish:

Scrooge returns home to find Watto has wished to take his poessions, fortune, everything and Scrooge gets thrown in jail for breaking into his own house. We get two great moments back to back. The first is Scrooge lamenting loosing his fortune in jail, and realizing the sheer power and risk of the lamp, especially since he worked hard to earn it, every bit of it.. and Sam Wilson’s 70′s Backstory came in and took it all in an instant.

The second is Scrooge’s family coming for him, including Launchpad , Beakly and Webby obviously and bailing him out. Though Beakly is UNGOLDLY annoying in this scene, sobbing hysterically and adding nothing and it’s not nearly as funny as the film thinks. Turns out Goliath getting buried wrapped in chains threw them out.

Scrooge takes a bit to rebound from all this.. but eventually realizes something: he knows the security of the bin inside and out. He had it put in after all. So it’d be easy enough to break in. So they gotta break in to break out the lamp, undo this nightmare, and END THIS MOVIE. Seriously this review has taken two days as is I do NOT want to miss my invincible review.

So they break into the bin, and it’s a tightly paced Scene, scrooge going in one way while the kids go the other and we even get a nice callback as the marbels come in handy to get past one of the traps. It’s just a good scene. it’s only real flaw is that Launchapd just sorta disappears as does Duckworth despite the fact their in a plane, and the bin later gets turned into a floating castle. Kinda a plot hole to not have Launchpad crash in to save htem just saying.

Scrooge eventually does get to Djonn, whose been ignoring the imminent threat of Merlock while Gene sweats it out... and this backfires horribly as Merlock hitched a ride as a roach (Though there was a hilarious scene of him getting fried constnatly by lasers when Louie went through a laser hallway, as while Louie had the directions, it dind’t take into account passengers on your head.

So Merlock remanifests in full gets the Lamp and unleashes his wrath on Tin Tin in the Congo and turns him into a wild pig.

Not you sweetie. He then forces Gene to turn the castle into a fortress and float it back to his home in parts unknown. It’s a DAMN cool scene with impressive and horrifiing animation as the bin melts and crumbles into thte castle and the kids barely make it up the stares as they shift and disolve. Really top notch stuff.

Scrooge stands up to Merlock... and this naturally goes poorlyw ith Gene begging Merlock not to respond.. and Merlock having him blow scrooge off the top of the forgtess storm eagle style, though scrooge understands. And this is the true reason why scrooge being a dick didn’t bother me so much. Because it helps create a great contrast between him and Merlock. Both thought of Gene as a tool rather than a person.. but Scrooge grew to realize he was wrong and what he was dealing with wasn’t some magical goodies creator.. but a child forced to constantly grant wishes, in sheer agony to do so no less, likely so sick of it because again and again and again people used him as a slave to get what they wanted and to hell with what Gene wanted. He realized he was terrible for making this poor boy into his slave simply because that’s his job. In contrast Merlock could give no shits and is a malevolent monster who glefully uses Gene despite the pain the wishes put him through and his protests. It’s why Gene is the best part.. he’s athroughly likeable, throughly inncoent character with tons of personality and a truly tragic and horrifying backstory and Rip Taylor acts the hell out of every scene with the guy.

Thankfully the marbles come in handy one last time and Huey, Dewey or Louie snipes the lamp away and a struggle for it insues between Scrooge and Merloc mid air. it’s fucking awesome.. and it get sbetter in how scroogewins. He simply gets rid of Merlock’s amulet, taking it then throwing it. Grante dhe COULD’EVE used it for unimited wishes.. but it was too risky to do that and as we’ll see in the ending , Scrooge realized the Lamp was too powerful to keep around for much longer and too much of a tempting target for his rogues.. not that we see them this movie as the crew wanted it to bea ccesaible and thus kept hte cast to the main cast from season 1 and just made new vilians and a new supporting character, but still.

He does use his second wish though to undue the damage Merlock had done and the bin and clan mcduck are returned to duckburg in good condition.

Time for our ending, which is genuinely and wholly touching. With the lamp too dangerous to use Scrooge considers just sending it to the earth’s core, which horrifies the kids as it’d mean Gene would be trapped there forever... if the molten lava iddn’t just outright destory the lamp and probably kill him. But Scrooge.. isn’t the bastard he likes to potray himself as. Instead he makes Gene into a real boy. He gives the poor kid HIS wish, which designrates the lamp and undoes all the spells... so Merlock is PROBABLY dead but he does return for some games so maybe not?

And so we end on two things: Gene happily playing cops and robbers with the boys finally free.. and Birth of A Nation grabbing all the loot he can in his patns and running off. Ha ha ha thank god i’m done with this prick. And no I will not be looking at his ducktales episodes unless I have to.

Final Thoughts:

This movie is OKAY. It has a solid plot, gene is a wonderful chacter, the animatoin is pretty prettay pretty good, and the voice acting as usual is excellent, with Rip Taylor being the standout.

But as my paragraphs of rage shoud’ve made Clear Djonn is just BAD. Easily the worst character i’ve encountered in my year of reviewing and some of the worst writing i’ve ran into. And that writing includes a goblin man voyerstically forcing two teenagers to make out, making jokes about santa renaming himself Clem the sceneafter he tearfully confessed to letting the elves and ms. claus die, accidental transphobia via the u-men, and Bryan Lee O malley thinking we needed more than one volume of Julie Powers being around. This was disgusting, even by 1990 standards and especially by 2021 standards and it drags the film down considerably. Without it the film is okay.. with it the film is just VERY hard to watch any time he pops up. He made getting through the movie a nightmare and while I pause a lot becaue it’s a bad habbit I did so more simply because as I said earlier in the review I could not stand him.

It makes it a hard film to recommend. If you can stomach the racisim, then it might be worth it, but be aware of what your putting up with going in. But if you can’t.. there’s no shame in that, it’s carbombya levels of bad. Which yes was a real fictoinal country. It was so bad Casey Casem quit transformers over it. True story. So yeah, it’s an okay film, on par with the series at it’s best for the most part.. but Djonn just spoils it for me.

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Wild N Out - Karlous Miller

Karlous Miller x Black Reader

warnings: none, fluff

{You are the new Wild N Out girl. Fun ensues.}

Wild N Out was never your first option , hell, it wasn’t even really your last option. So, becoming the new Wild N Out Girl never even crossed your mind.

You had met Karlous at an event on a business trip in L.A. where you two had hit off and began dating ever since. You were in school to become a dentist and did modeling in your spare time, but both were becoming something you despised.

After your boyfriend convinced you that you were the funniest person he knew and your manager agreeing with him. You finally caved and went through the casting call process. Fast forward and you were chosen to be a part of Wild N Out: New School vs Old School.

The day had finally come for the first taping and rumours were that Mo’Nique and other well known fans of the show were in attendance tonight.

Karlous massaged your sides backstage and gave you a run-down of how the show would typically flow and run.

“Bae, Keke Palmer said she liked my shoes earlier and asked me where I got em from. Bae she called me a pretty girl and everything, like, I’m really doing this.” you say talking a mile a minute

“I call you that everyday now I’mma have to come up with somethin’ else. Keke just gon’ steal my girl right in front of me.” he jokes. “You gon’ be alright . It’s like a family here so everything gon’ go smooth. You up here worrying for nothing with your fine ass.” Karlous says holding your hands and kissing them gently.

“Okay, you right. I got this and don’t think just cause you my man i’mma go easy on you! You not on my team, Old School.” you say to him teasingly and the stagehand lets you both know that it’s time to go on.

“Alright but don’t be talkin bout “you sleepin’ yo ass right on that couch” when I return that heat!” he calls after you and you just shake your head laughing as you walk out onto the set and wave at the fans. You see a few familiar faces like Tim and Justine and Chico/DC of course. But, there's also a few new faces that you didn’t recognize. Probably people who couldn’t make it to the welcome dinner so you make sure you go by greeting everyone and accepting hugs from some of them.

“Welcome to Wild N Out: New School vs Old School Edition. If you’ve been watching the show you already know what the hell is about to go down. Dj D-Wrek is going to give us some answers and we’re going to come up with some funny questions, and then rush up to this buzzer. Team with the funniest answers wins the game. I am your new host Keke Palmer and this is Hood Jeopardy.” she announces and the crowd cheers before the round starts. You blow a kiss at Karlous and his goofy self catches it and places it in his pocket dramatically.

Your eyes scan the crowd and you definitely seen some well known faces in the crowd. You even flanced over at Dulce Sloan on the upper deck.

You give a small smile to the crowd and then keep your focus on Karlous knowing that he’d either nod his head at you or do something to distract you from your nerves.

“Things Karlous Miller is built like.” DJ D-Wrek calls out

You let out a loud laugh before your team starts ooh-ing and ahh-ing like schoolyard children as you run over to the buzzer at the same time as DC.

“Aww hell naw , bae you just gon do me like that?” Karlous shouts while throwing his hands up in the air and you can hear the crowd giggling already.

“Move DC. That’s my man. You BETTA MO-” you squabble with DC and play fight over the buzzer before knocking him on the floor with your hip and he makes a show of it flying and sliding across the floor yelling “damn she-hulk damn”.

You smile softly to yourself as the bell goes off and a point goes to your team, letting the small victory ease your nerves.

“What is zaddy built like. Well, that’s easy, what is “a beautiful chocolate man” ”. you say in the White Chicks voice before Karlous adds “that’s right baby, that’s right.”

“Sike, what is Crash Bandicoot. What is Perry The Platypus from Phineas and Ferb. What is-” you blurt out as you hear the crowd and both teams in hysterics laughing and falling over each other as Karlous stands there with his lips pushed out.

The bell goes off repeatedly signaling that your team had won that round as DJ D-Wrek stands there wiping tears from his eyes and Chico comes over to join you.

“What is a small Booker T.” Chico wheezes into the microphone as you two hold onto each other’s shaking shoulders.

“Hold on I’m not done. Who is Thurgoode from the PJs. What is-” Karlous cuts you off by running over and saying “Yo baby daddy” into the mic and your team yells oop.

“Don’t be salty baby. It’s not my fault you built like a Fun Dip stick and a thermometer had a baby. You still luh me though?” you ask and he follows up with hell yeah.

The crowd eats up your dynamic as they watch the both of you interact.

“Alright, Alright , Alright. That round goes to New School. They coming with that heat for the o.g.”

You take a quick commercial break before starting the next segment “Now You Wild Out”.

“Everybody already knows how this goes. We get a topic from D-Wrek and we go in. Team with the best improvs wins the round. Let’s get it!” Keke says before going stepping back onto team New School.

Each person from the team goes with almost everyone being evenly matched with points until it’s finally you and Karlous up next with the category Date Night.

“I got this. I got this.” you tell your team as you strut to the front of the line and Karlous runs over to steal a kiss real quick while the crowd aww’s .

“Aww nothing. Get your milk dud headass over here Lous.” DC says pulling him by the back of his shirt.

“Lemme get a quick wax. Lemme get a quick wax. Now you wild out.” you say and you hear a mhm before a roar of laughs from the women in the crowd.

“Gotta wash the balls off. Gotta wash the balls off. Now you wild out.” Karlous returns with quick fire while his team copies him and dances with one leg up.

You dance to the music before patting your pockets and all over you “Where’s the plan B? Where’s the plan B? Where’s the plan B? NOW YOU WILD OUT.” you say and Karlous stands there with his hands on his hips with his mouth slightly open as the crowd and your teams laugh along.

He was standing there shook at the fact that your lil quiet shy self was standing there talking about it.

He quickly snaps into the character and starts yikin side to side yelling “I sholl did. I sholl did. I sholl did. Now you wild out.”

The audience erupts into laughter at the chemistry and comedy between the two of you.

You push him playfully and return to the back of the line as the bell signals that his team had won that round.

The rest of the episode goes smoothly and your team comes close to winning but Old School ultimately won overall. Karlous finds you waiting for him in the parking lot and in a conversation with some people from your team.

You grab his hands softly as he hugs you from behind. “Damn Justine, I've been thinking bout you too.” you joke and turn around to kiss him deeply for a moment.

“Girl you were on fire. I’ll see later. “ Gabby, one of the new girls on your team says before leaving you two alone.

“I was talking to one of the producers and baby, they loved what they saw from you. They think you add something extra to the show and in they words “you guys were off the chain”. I know you ain’t have nothing to worry about.” Karlous says mocking them and congratulating you.

“Thank you baby, for pushing me to do this. I actually really enjoyed today and can’t believe this is my new gig and my new lil found family. I love it here. I can’t believe freaking Mo’Nique was in the crowd. I got to talk to her. Queen gon’ tell me “You remind me of how comedy used to be. Just spittin’ about life and shit. We ain’t mean nothing by it. Just shooting the breeze. You’re going to go far niece.” I thought I was gonna pass the fuck out or something babe.: you say to him and he just stands there in awe of you while you give him the rundown.

“I told you. You be funny without even trying. Just doing the most random ass shit and I still be in the crib hollering.” he says chuckling softly

“Thanks baby. But the way you was looking at me all night in my lil Wild N Out shirt. You like what seen or what?” you tease as you lean in to lick over his lips and he lays you against the car grabbing your chin and kissing you.

“Where the Plan B? Where the Plan B?” he jokes and you shake your head , chuckling softly.

“Now you wild out.” you say , wrapping your arms around his neck

@arination99 @genuinedonnie @ljstraightnochaser

#karlous miller #85 south show #wild n out #fanfic for black girls #fanfic

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im-a-space-gay · 4 years

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Dude, We're Getting The Band FamILY Back Together!

(I have been awake for 15 hours. I've been working on this since 6 P.M.. It is 5 A.M.. I am developing a migraine. I do not regret it. If there's any mistakes, let me know, and I'll look over it and edit. Also, if somebody could tell me how to do the cut-drop-thingy that writers on Tumblr use, that would make my life a whole heck of a lot easier. Oh look, the Sun's rising. Also, debating whether or not if I should make this into an au or keep it as a oneshot, so some feedback on that would be nice. But for now? I'm gonna eat, hydrate, and sleep, because god knows I don't do any of that stuff enough. Good day)

(Inspired by Dude, We're Getting The Band Back Together from Phineas and Ferb)

(If something like this has been done before, I'm so so so sorry)

Thomas was brainstorming with Joan in his backyard about what to do today when they decided to take the discussion into the kitchen where it was cooler.

When they entered, they saw Thomas's dad sitting at the table, looking down at a slip of paper with tears in his eyes.

"Dad?" Thomas asked, moving closer to the man at the table. Joan stayed where they were because, even though they were close to Mr. Sanders, they felt it would be better for his real child to bring this up.

He looked up at Thomas in surprise.

"Kids," he smiled, quickly wiping the tears. "What's up? Need more blueprint paper?"

"Dad, what's wrong?" Thomas asked, pulling out a chair and sitting next to him, Joan deciding to sit at the table as well while Mr. Sanders answered.

He looked down at the paper and sighed.

"It... It would've been our anniversary today."

Thomas tilted his head. Anniversary? For what?

"What do you mean?" Thomas's dad looked up at him and bit his lip. He looked to be deciding something before taking a deep breath.

"Do... Do you wanna know about your dads?" Thomas's eyes widened in shock.

"Yeah, oookay," Joan said, and when Virgil looked over, he saw Joan in more shock than Thomas seemed to be in. "This really seems like a convo I shouldn't be apart of."

Virgil laughed before looking at Thomas again. Thomas just inhaled before nodding.

"Yeah. I do want to know about him."

"Them," Thomas's dad corrected, looking back at the photo fondly. "Dads plural."

"Wait, what?" Joan asked, looking really confused.

"Mhmm," Virgil hummed with a smile, tears coming back into his eyes. "I met them in college, because we all loved music so much. It was so long ago that I still had to wear my binder."

Virgil beckoned both of them closer and they swarmed around Virgil as he showed them the photo. They easily recognized the one holding the camera as a younger version of Thomas's dad with a black, plaid hoodie that was way too big on him. Then, there were three other guys. One looked like he deserved to be the center of attention, with swoopy hair, charming green eyes and a prince-like costume. Then, there was one who's smile outshined the sun, with curly hair and freckles and too big glasses, with a cyan polo, a gray cardigan wrapped around his shoulders, and khaki shorts. And finally, one who looked to be the embodiment of the calm after a storm with a small smile, he wore rectangular glasses, a black polo, a light blue tie, and blue jeans.

"This one," he said, pointing to the one in a prince costume. "Is Roman. He was as extravagant and dramatic as he looks."

Thomas laughed, tears in his eyes from getting to know about his dad. No, his dads.

"And this one," he pointed at the one with a cardigan. "Is Patton. I always called him Pattycake though. He was so, so friendly and warm, like you Thomas."

"Really?" Thomas said, looking at Patton.

"Yep. And last but certainly not least," Virgil pointed at the sophisticated looking man. "Logan. He was so smart and calm and amazing. All of them were. And you remind me so much of all of them in different ways."

"Wow," Thomas breathed, and even Joan looked in awe. "Why was Roman dressed like that?"

Virgil laughed, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Because of our love of music, we started a band that we called 'LAMP', for reasons I still do not know. We all had one outfit for the band to represent who we were, and Roman chose that, because 'he was so princely'," Virgil laughed, and the kids started chuckling. "I played piano, Logan played drums, Patton played guitar, and Roman played bass. And soon after, we... fell in love with each other."

Joan made gagging noises as a joke, and Virgil laughed harder.

"A couple years went, and everything was great, but then..." Virgil paused, his inhales becoming shaky. "Logan and Roman started to always fight, and Patton tried so, so hard to break it up and get things back to how they were. And I- I-"

Virgil sobbed slightly, and pulled his patchwork hoodie closer to himself.

"I did nothing. I was and always will be a coward. But, eventually, we all decided it would be better if we- if we never saw each other again. A month after, I found out I was pregnant with you. I didn't want them to know, so I didn't drag them down because I'd be a burden. I never even tried to figure out which one was your 'real' father. I didn't think I could handle it. Oh, what I wouldn't give to perform with them and see them happy one last time."

Thomas hugged his dad so tight. And slowly, a thought- a plan, formed in his head. He smiled, turning it over and confirming, yes, this is what he wanted to do today.

"Hey dad?" Thomas asked, letting go of him to see Virgil drying his tears and putting the picture on the table. "Do you have... Any more pictures of them? That I could see?"

Virgil nodded with a smile, standing up and going into the living room before going upstairs.

"Dude," when Joan looked at him, he smiled determinedly. "I know what we should do today."

"Thommy, no offence, but I was thinking something more exciting than looking through photos," Joan said, slinging an arm around Thomas. Thomas laughed.

"No! We should get the band back together! At least for today!" Joan looked ecstatic as they nodded, pulling Thomas up the stairs and past his dad, taking the photo album without breaking their stride. Virgil laughed and told them to have fun as they made their way to the study.

Thomas sat down at the computer in the study, clicking keys as Joan looked over his shoulder, flipping through the album. Eventually, Thomas found his way to a video, which he clicked on. He didn't really pay attention until the part he needed.

"Bass player Roman Royal now runs a trendy hair salon, drummer Logic now quietly works at the public library, only lead singer and guitarist Patton is working in the music industry, and nobody knows where the pianist, Anxiety, has gone."

"Wait, rewind to Patton's part," Joan said, stopping their browsing through photos. Thomas did as they said and paused when told to. "I know that sign! It's down on main street!"

"We'll get him first, and then dad will be happy!" Thomas said excitedly. He looked at Joan and held his hand out. "Ready team?"

"So ready that I'm dead... Y," Joan finished off awkwardly, joining their hand with Thomas's.

"First, we need to spread the news and keep dad oblivious," Thomas smirked. "And I know just the guy."

---

Soon enough, the doorbell rung and Thomas opened it to a sixteen year old typing rapidly on his phone.

"Hey babes," Remy said, stepping inside and sipping on his Starbucks.

"I need you to--"

"Spread word about LAMP's reunion and keep your dad as blind as a bat? On it."

"Thanks Rem," he said, hugging the teens legs before grabbing Joan and running out the front door.

---

"Patton's Music Shop. This looks like the place," Thomas chuckled nervously as he looked at the sign. "Joan. I don't think I'm 100% ready to meet my dads."

"You'll do fine buckaroo," Joan patted his shoulder and dragged him into the music shop, where a customer was yelling at a man that Thomas recognized as Patton. One of his dads. Dear lord he wasn't ready to do this.

"I want a country guitar!" The customer yelled, and Patton looked pleading.

"I'm sorry Mx., but all I have are rock'n'roll guitars!"

"Whatever," the stranger said stomping out of the store, almost running over the two kids.

"They'll be back," Patton mumbled to himself, straightening his baby blue polo.

"Uhh," Thomas said, and Patton looked over at the two kids, and it took everything in Thomas to not faint from nervousness. "You're- you're Patton from LAMP, right?"

Patton smiled brightly and oh my goodness Thomas was not gonna make it through the conversation.

"Yeppers! Always a pleasure to see fans in public! Though," Patton said, looking confused. "You do look a bit young to be a fan of LAMP."

"I am, but my- my dad isn't. He- uh- loves, you guys."

"Really?" Patton said excitedly before he tilted his head. "You do look strangely familiar. What's your dad's name? Maybe I know him."

"Uh- well- you see--"

"Thomas," Joan said next to him, and he looked at them. "Breath."

Thomas nodded and breathed for a bit before looking at Patton.

"My dad is Virgil. Virgil Sanders." Patton froze and his eyes widened before kneeling down next to Thomas in excitement.

"You're Virgil's kid?! You're as cute as he was when I last saw him!" Patton suddenly deflated, looking at the floor. "Does that mean he's moved on?"

"Er- no." Patton looked up with curiosity. "You see, I'm actually one of your guy's- we don't know who's. As far as I know, he hasn't dated anyone since I was born."

Patton looked overjoyed again in a moment.

"Why are you here little one?" He asked, standing up.

"Uh, me and Joan- I'm Thomas, by the way- are getting LAMP back together." Patton squealed excitedly, bouncing up and down.

"REALLY?! Did Logan and Roman agree to this? Did your father agree to this?" Patton immediately worried, biting his lip.

"You're the first one we've come to," Joan admitted, and Patton looked at them. "We're trying to surprise Mr. Sanders and figured you'd be the easiest to convince. We will convince Mr. Royal and Logic to do this. Watch. Us."

"That sounds reassuring! I'm in."

"Okay, we'll text you where to go and when if we may kindly have your number?" Thomas asked, holding out his phone.

---

Remy called Thomas and Joan when they were outside of Roman's Hair Emporium.

"Hey babes. How's it goin'?"

"We got Patton," Thomas said happily, but also nervously because dear goodness he was going to have to talk to two more dads. "We're outside of Roman's Hair Emporium to talk to Roman, and in case that doesn't work, Joan's got a back up plan."

Thomas looked at Joan as they wore a medieval helmet, carrying a morningstar over their shoulder and holding a net in the other hand.

"How's it going with you?"

"Nearly everyone in town knows and your dad is still clueless. Well, I better get back to things over here. Good luck babes!"

"Thanks Rem," Thomas hung up and stared at the relatively imposing doors before he and Joan pushed them open and entered.

"Do you have an appointment?" The lady behind the desk said bored.

"No," Thomas said, pulling up a printed out poster of LAMP that Patton gave them and pointed at Roman. "We're looking for Roman. You know, the bass player of LAMP?"

Out of nowhere a pink and very sharp comb sliced through the air and impaled the poster, pinning it to the wall. Everyone but the kids gasped and looked at a man at the back of the salon that was undoubtably Roman Royal in casual clothes, and he was glaring at the poster in disdain.

He walked over to the kids, before kneeling down to get a closer look at them.

"Valerie, who are these little people?"

"I don't know sir," the lady behind the desk replied, pushing her hair behind her ear.

"You're a mess," he said looking at Thomas, making his heart sting a little bit before he looked to Joan. "And you, Fuedal Europe is so last month."

"We're trying to get LAMP back together," Thomas said, taking his (very little) courage and straightening his back. Roman huffed and stood up.

"Oh for goodness sake, talk to the hand."

"You see," Thomas said, starting to glare a bit. "My dad would've never had me if it wasn't for your band, and he's having a really rough day--"

"B to the O-R-I-N-G," Roman said, inspecting his nails with a bored look. Thomas didn't need to look over to see Joan raising their weapon menacingly with a hateful look. Thomas raised a hand in Joan's direction.

"Not yet, Joan. I got this."

"Okay."

"Well excuuuuse me, Mr. Royal," Thomas said, cutting off whatever it was Roman was about to say. "But if Virgil Sanders is having a rough day, I will do everything in my darn power to make it better, and if it takes getting the band back together for a night, I will do it Mr. Royal."

"Virgil?" Roman said in shock, looking at him. "You're- you're Virgil's son?"

"Yes. And I am Patton's son, and I am Logan's son, and I am your son." Thomas glared, getting on his tippy toes in an attempt to look Roman in the face. "So, we will get this forsaken band back together for tonight, and you'll never have to be associated with it ever again. Just to make dad happy. Please."

Roman looked down at him for a moment before ruffling his hair with a smile.

"You have your dad's fire, that's for sure."

---

Now Thomas and Joan were standing outside of the public library, and Thomas had his phone pressed to his ear.

"Hello? Talyn?" He said into the phone.

"Hey Thomas! What's up?" Talyn's slightly squeaky voice came through the phone, and Thomas smiled proudly.

"Guess what band's getting back together?"

"LAMP?" Thomas jumped in surprise and his expression turned to one of confusion.

"Uh, yeah. How'd you know?"

"It was the lead story on the five o'clock news," Talyn explained. "Let me guess, you guys need a stage, right?"

"Yeah! Can you help us out?"

"Already on it," Talyn said happily before moving away from the phone. "PRIDE SCOUTS, YOU BETTER HURRY YOUR PRETTY BUTTS! WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!"

Thomas hung up and they entered the library.

"Who would've thought a drummer from a rock'n'roll band would end up in a place so quiet?" Joan whispered to him. He nodded in agreement as they made their way through. They both inhaled as they saw him at the librarians desk, stamping books before putting them on a cart. Logan.

The only thing that changed from the photo Virgil had shown them was the tie, which was replaced with a darker blue one with stripes.

They walked up to him, and he looked up at them while still doing his job.

"May I help you?"

Thomas pulled out the poster from before and showed it to Logan, pointing at his picture.

"You're Logic, ex-drummer of the band LAMP, right?" Logan lightly smiled, still stamping books.

"That, children, is a past life," Logan said, pointing to his nametag. "My name is Logan. Why do you ask?"

"Because they're reforming for one night only!" Logan's smile disappeared and he raised an eyebrow. "My dad is down in the dumps and I know the only way to make him happy is for him to see you guys again!"

"Well kids," he said looking back down at the books. "As charming as that sounds, I'm afraid the other members might not be too... Pleased, to see me."

"Are you kidding me?" Thomas asked, and he leaned on the desk, making Logan look at him. "Patton seemed pretty excited at seeing you all again, and Roman said he wished to make amends for his old ways!"

Logan looked up and stopped stamping books, looking at him in surprise.

"Really...?"

"Yeah!" Thomas said, smiling brightly. Logan smiled before he looked back down, resuming his work with a frown.

"How are you going to get Anxiety to agree to this? Not even the media knows where he is."

"About that," Thomas said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head. Logan looked at him curious. "My dad- the one I'm doing all of this for? Uh- he's Virgil Sanders."

Logan stopped stamping books again in shock, and he tilted his head slightly.

"Your dad is Virgil?"

"Yep. Also I'm Patton's, Roman's, and your son," Thomas explained, and Logan inhaled sharply.

"Why didn't I know I have a son?" Thomas frowned and backed away from the desk, and Joan stepped in.

"Mr. Sanders has an awful habit of thinking himself as a burden. It even bums me out!"

Logan smiled softly, tears gathering in his eyes.

"He always did have self-esteem issues."

---

"Thank you Logan for driving us here," Thomas said, exiting the car and pulling him and Joan through the Pride Scout's construction.

"Your welcome," he said as he was pulled into the garage where they saw Patton and Roman hugging.

"Guess who I brought!" Thomas said, closing the door. Both Patton and Roman looked over and there was tears streaming down both of their faces. They immediately perked up and literally threw themselves onto Logan, making him yelp.

"LOGAN! I'M SO SO SO SORRY AND I'M TERRIBLE AND I DON'T EVER EXPECT YOU TO FORGIVE ME AND I'M SORRYYYYY," Roman sobbed, clinging onto Logan and Logan awkwardly patting him, tears falling down his own face.

"Roman, it's okay." Roman sniffled and looked up at him.

"R-Really?"

"Yes you dork," Logan snorted, holding both of them tight.

"Thommy, my man," Joan said, slinging their arm around Thomas, and unbeknownst to them, the grown men were now looking at them. "Your dads become any more sappy, and I might have to leave."

Thomas laughed and pulled his friend into a hug, twirling them around a bit.

"Oh, but Sappy Express hasn't arrived yet!"

"Sappy Express?" Patton asked, and when the kids looked at them, they were still hugging each other but were looking at them with fond expressions.

"Thomas?" A muffled voice called from the house and Thomas panicked, hearing the steps coming toward the garage. He (carefully) pushed Joan off and ran to the door, opening it enough to see his dad looking worried.

"HeY DAd!" He said in a panic, and Virgil looked even more concerned.

"Are you okay? I thought I heard someone yelling." Thomas silently cursed Roman before smiling widely at Virgil.

"Yelling? Here? In this house? What? That's crazy!" Virgil frowned, crossing his arms and giving Thomas the knowing look.

"I know when you're lying Thomas. So, care to tell me what you're lying about?" Virgil said, furrowing his brows as Thomas laughed nervously.

"Okay, I know you hate surprises, but hear me out on this one!" Virgil uncrossed his arms as Thomas suddenly opened the door all the way. Virgil froze at the sight of his former bandmates, them smiling softly at Virgil with more tears than before. "Surprise?"

Virgil stood there, blinking at them for a moment before turning away.

"I forgot to take my meds this morning. That makes sense. I'll take my meds and I'll be as close to sane as a Virgil Sanders can get," he said loudly, starting to walk away but someone grabbed his wrist before he could get too far. Virgil looked over to see Patton. Patton smiling. Holding him. And he could feel it. And oh god now he was crying.

"P-Patton?"

"Hey Starlight," Patton whispered, smiling so, so kindly at him. And Virgil just barreled into him and hugged him and soon he felt another two pairs of arms wrap around him and when he looked up he cried harder at seeing Logan and Roman. They were all there. All hugging. Oh god.

"Wait wait wait," Virgil said, backing away from them, which made them frown a bit. He looked at Thomas and Joan and did a sob-ish laugh. "Get in here kids. Even you Joan. You're getting on Sappy Express whether you like it or not."

"Ohhh, Sappy Express! I get it now!"

Thomas and Joan ran into Virgil's arms and Virgil beckoned his... His friends? Over as well. They all hugged as a famILY for who knows how long before something in the garage slammed open and they all looked as Talyn came tumbling into the room.

"Alright b*tches--"

"TALYN. What did I say about cussing?" Virgil frowned, and the other three adults looked between them confused, as Virgil used to cuss all the time. Talyn sighed.

"I can cuss all I want, as long as I don't do it on your property..."

"That's right. No cussing in me ma's house," Virgil said seriously, and the other three laughed and held on to Virgil tighter somehow.

"Anyways, ladies and Mr. Sanders, time to go on! There's a whole crowd waiting!"

"What?" Virgil asked before looking at Thomas, who was trying to sneak away with Joan. "Thomas Sanders, Joan Stokes."

They both turned around looking worried.

"Heeeeeeey dad," they both said simultaneously, Joan even calling Virgil dad (they did it a lot).

"What is Talyn talking about?"

"Your kid--"

"Our kid," Virgil corrected with a glare, and Roman continued with a smile.

"Our kid decided to get the band back together for one night for a concert. Marvelous idea if I do say so myself!"

"YOU DID WHAT?!" Virgil shouted in a panic, looking at Thomas. "Oh no. Oh no no no no, this can't be good."

"Virgil."

"Oh dear we haven't done this in so long! What if something goes wrong while we're up there?!"

"Virge."

"Anything could happen! ANYTHING!"

"Starlight."

"What if something catches on fire?! WHAT IF A METEOR COMES--"

"DAD!"

Virgil looked at Thomas, hyperventilating. Thomas smiled.

"You'll be fine dad."

Virgil calmed down his breathing and smiled shakily at his son.

"Okay. Okay," he said, turning to his bandmates-for-the-night and nodded. "Okay! Let's do this."

Someday, there would be dates. And they would move into one house, and there would be a wedding. There would be movie nights, laughter, and warmth on cold days. There would also be arguments, tears, panic attacks, and things that would tear them apart. But they always mended before things could get too out hand (partially out of fear of another child being born and Virgil being too scared to tell them (it actually almost happened once. They all love Emile with their hearts)). They always came back together.

But right now? Right now, they had a crowd waiting for them.

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authenticcadence18 · 4 years

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ferb for the character asks??

Y E AH FERB LET’S GO I LOVE FERB

Favorite thing about them: everything ok I just really, REALLY like Ferb. He’s such a great character. I love his sense of humor, I love how he is able to express himself in his own way, I love his bond with Phineas (and the entire family), I love his interactions with the other kids....and I also LOVE CHAOTIC FERB. AKA: I love when Ferb says or does things that are “chaotic,” such as him pulling out a mace in “Dude, We’re Getting the Band Back Together” or Vulcan death pinching Buford in “Raging Bully” 🤣. (On my blog, I usually use the phrase “chaotic Ferb” to refer to him teasing Isabella and Phineas about their feelings for each other, but that barely scratches the surface of him being chaotic in canon, LOL.) Also wingman Ferb is the best (but i’m gonna talk about that more in a second). He’s also a SUPER fun character to write, omg.

Least favorite thing about them: Sometimes Ferb’s character development is pushed to the wayside. I love ATSD, but in recent years I’ve come to realize Ferb doesn’t have nearly as much character development as Phineas in it. So I guess I wish he’d had more time to grow as an individual. The growth/character development he has is AMAZING, and I just wish there was more of it!

Favorite line: gOSH THIS IS HARD. Actually you know what, I’m gonna say a couple of my favorite lines from him in canon AND my favorite line I’ve written for him (because it’s my blog, things roll my way🤣)

Favorite lines in canon: “Well you could, it would just be ‘platyp.’” “Give up? Give up??” (And so on)

Favorite line I’ve written for him: “I suppose you didn’t need a skylight to see stars earlier....right, Phineas?” (This makes no sense out of context but it was VERY FUN TO WRITE, I LOVE FERB.)

Bonus line that wasn’t spoken by Ferb but to Ferb: “Not yet, Ferb.”

BrOTP: I’ve got two!!!!

BrOTP #1: Ferb and Phineas (obviously). I LOVE that their sibling relationship is 100% positive and friendly and supportive. So many times, sibling relationships in media are shown to be strained or cynical, but that is not the case for these two at all. They get along so well and clearly care SO MUCH about each other and each other’s interests. I love their relationship as siblings sooo so much, and I love that Phineas doesn’t push Ferb outside of his comfort zone. Liiiike like, aaah. I LOVE POSITIVE SIBLING RELATIONSHIPS IN MEDIA.

BrOTP #2: Ferb and Isabella!! I love, love, LOVE THEIR FRIENDSHIP SO MUCH. Ferb is comfortable enough around her to tease her, and she’s comfortable enough to talk to him about her feelings for Phineas (which speaks VOLUMES, because he’s Phineas’s brother. She trusts that Ferb will respect her privacy and not tell Phineas anything). “Wingman Ferb” is my favorite thing: the moment at the end of “Happy Birthday Isabella” where he steps aside to let she and Phineas spend time together is just, the sweetest ever. (I talk about that more in this post, but in short: he wants to help Isabella but also is thinking of Phineas in that moment. He wouldn’t have stepped aside to let them be alone together if he didn’t trust Isabella.) They’re going to be siblings one day and THAT MAKES ME REALLY HAPPY😭

OTP: u h m. I don’t have one😅.

NOTP: Ok aside from obvious nOTPS (I’m not gonna say em but...i suspect some of y’all will know what i mean😑) and F*rbnessa (which I talked about in this post), I reaaaally don’t like Ferb/Isabella as a ship. I would never judge anyone who ships it—it’s a personal opinion thing and there’s got to be good reasons to ship them, so ship away if you like them—but likeeeeeee......in the context of canon, I think Phineas is the better match for Isabella. First of all, I just like Ferb and Isabella’s friendship and view them as having a sibling-like dynamic. And, from what I’ve seen, some people only ship F*rbella because Ferb is more in tune with romance in general than Phineas and because Phineas is oblivious to Isabella’s affections for him. They want Isabella to be with someone who is more romantic, which I get but like.....her and Phineas’s dynamic is so interesting and compelling in of itself. It’s like they’re trying to punish Phineas for being a child who simply isn’t interested in romance. Phineas and Isabella are best friends, and he cares about her SO MUCH, even if he doesn’t consciously view her in a romantic light in the main show. Thus, shipping her with Ferb just because he’s more aware of romance leaves a bad taste in my mouth. (I talk about this at length in this post, if you’re interested in hearing more thoughts about it! And again, if you’re reading this and you ship F*rbella, no judgement! It just isn’t my cup of tea. And I would never leave hate on anyone’s F*rbella content: I just avoid it when I can and keep scrolling if I see it.)

Random headcanon: once Isabella and Phineas start dating, Ferb takes every opportunity to refer to Isabella as his “future sister-in-law” and lovingly teases them about how oblivious they were to one another’s feelings every so often. (Did I steal this from one of my fics? Yes. But that fic is basically just a bundle of my headcanons so IT COUNTS.) Also ok, here’s a non-phinabella themed headcanon: it’s canon that Ferb likes expressing himself through music, so when he’s a little older (or maybe once he starts college), he joins a community orchestra and plays whichever instruments they need. One week he might be on the viola, the next on the tuba, and the next he might be conducting because the director is out sick! His favorite orchestra memory is getting to play a solo on his harmonica during a holiday concert one year.

Unpopular opinion: i don’t think Ferb and Vanessa should have gotten together in AYA. In that episode, he’s just out of high school and she’s in her mid-twenties: they’re in completely different parts of their lives, and I think it’s strange that the crew made them canon in a show whose primary demographic is kids. (Plus i can’t watch the Phinabella kiss without being reminded that F*rbnessa is canon...couldn’t they have kissed WITHOUT ANYONE WATCHING THEM???? .....ok I’ll stop peppering this Ferb ask with Phinabella hot takes now😅)

Song I associate with them: “Hey Ferb, I know what we’re gonna do today!” Also “We’re Watching and Waiting” because Ferb playing guitar in that song always makes me happy.

Favorite picture of them: THIS IMAGE IS PURE SERATONIN. I LOVE THIS SCENE AND I LOVE THESE THREE😭

Thank you sm for the ask, Maddy! I know Ferb is your fave, so I hope you enjoyed getting to read my thoughts on him! 😊

#phineas and ferb #omg i have an ask!!#involuntarydiaphragmspasm #Ferb fletcher #cadence rambles #ask game #character asks #long post #(ish)

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Siblings’ Quest

Part One: Weekend Visit

(A/N: I think I’m gonna post a few chapters on here, but not all of them. Unless you guys want me to, it’s up to you!)

"I can't believe we're gonna be seniors next year, Ferb!" 17-year-old Phineas said with excitement, slouching up against the bark of the tree, "God, where did the time go? Seems like just yesterday we were first stepping on campus."

Ferb just sighed as he sat down next to his stepbrother. Today was the first day of summer, but the two decided they were going to take it easy today. Normally by now, they'd be endeavoring in some ginormous project to make the most of their summer. But since it was the first day, and they were having a creative block, they decided to take it easy.

Phineas looked over in the corner of the fence, seeing their pet platypus laying in the grass with his eyes shut tight. "Ah, remember how Perry used to disappear everyday for no reason?" He asked aloud, reminiscing a childhood memory. "I guess now that's he's getting old, he's lost his sense for adventure."

"Hopefully that won't happen to us." Ferb commented, flipping through a couple pages of his book.

Phineas scoffed and turned to look at his tall brother, "Not in a million years, bro! Sure, we've done a lot but there's still so much left for us to explore!"

Ferb just rolled his eyes playfully, closing the book so he could face his brother. Phineas continued to reminisce about their childhood while Ferb just listened, only making few brief comments. Ferb has always been the quiet one of the two. He used to never speak but one or two sentences a day. But now that he was older, he spoke more often than anyone was used to.

"It's weird thinking that we're gonna have to look for colleges now that we've got one year left." The redhead commented, twiddling his thumbs on his stomach, "I just hope it won't take too long to decide, ya know?"

"Better start applying now than later."

The two boys popped their heads up at the sound of a familiar voice. Their eyes lit up, wide grins spreading across their faces at the sight of their 24-year-old sister standing on the other side of the fence.

"Candace!" Phineas chirped as he and Ferb hopped up off the ground.

Candace unlocked the gate and ran into the backyard with open arms. The boys practically tackled their sister in a bone-crushing hug, laughing over her shoulders. "Hey, goofballs!" She giggled, ruffling their hair. "I missed you!"

"We missed you, too!" Phineas said, soon parting from the warm embrace to look at her curiously, "What are you doing here?"

She shrugged and glanced over at the tree, "Eh, just thought I'd stop by for a visit."

"Your roommates annoying you again?" Ferb asked knowingly.

"Bingo." Candace nodded with a sigh. She swore that she had the world's most obnoxious roommates. But luckily, she'd be moving in with her best friend, Stacy, before summer was over. "I just need to get away from them, for the weekend at least."

"Stay as long as you'd like!" Phineas offered with a joyful smile, "Mom and Dad won't mind, and the three of us could hang out like we used to!"

Candace chuckled, "As much as I'd love to built rollercoasters to the moon, I'm only staying for the weekend so don't get your hopes up, Phineas."

"Alright." The redhead nodded.

The three siblings made their way inside, heading straight for the kitchen to make themselves lunch. "Dad's at work and Mom's getting ready to head out, you were just about to miss her!" Phineas said as he pulled out two slices of bread to start prepping his sandwich.

As if hearing the conversation from afar, Linda walked into the kitchen not a moment later. She walked over to the counter to grab her purse, "Okay boys, I'll be back in—" But she stopped herself when seeing her daughter standing in the room with them, "Candace?!"

"Mom!" The eldest grinned.

She and her mother embraced each other quickly and tightly, Linda giving quick kisses to her eldest's face. "Oh my goodness, what a surprise! I thought you said you'd be busy all summer!"

"That was just my excuse to get out of the family reunion last week." Candace admitted, earning a scowl from her mother. "But I'm just here for the weekend to catch up with my little bros."

"And to get away from your roommates?" Linda asked.

"That too." She nodded, "I swear, it's like they're trying to piss me off on purpose."

Linda shook her head, "Ah, reminds me of when I was in college. I had these noisy neighbors in my apartment complex, and I had to constantly knock on the wall to tell them to shut up.”

"Did it work?" Phineas asked.

"Not once, ever." Linda sighed, making her daughter roll her eyes. "But eventually I just walked up to their door and told them in person. And if it weren't for their loud yelling and partying, I never would've met your father—..."

Both Candace and Phineas stared at her curiously, noticing the somewhat stunned expression on their mother's face. She almost seemed distraught that she even mentioned the subject. She was silent for a moment, then laughed nervously. "Um..anyway! I'm off to run some errands, Uh, Candace watch over the boys!"

"Okay?" Candace said, raising a brow at her anxious mother.

Linda nodded, saying a quick (and awkward) goodbye to her kids before grabbing her purse and practically running out the door. The three just watched her, confused but intrigued.

"Is it just me, or was Mom acting a little...what's the word?" Candace spoke.

"Awkward?" Phineas suggested.

"Nervous?" Ferb chimed in.

"I was gonna say 'weird', but those work, too." Their sister nodded, then looked back at the two with a hint of suspicion, "Do you think she's hiding something?"

Phineas shrugged and took a bite of out a slice of bread, scoffing at the idea of their mother keeping a secret from them. "Nah, it's Mom. What's she got to hide?"

"Lots of things, dear brother." Candace said with a knowing look, "Lots of things."

Ferb grabbed a butterknife to smear the peanut butter onto his bread as he spoke up, "Well, she obviously is. She wouldn't speak of Dad like that if she wasn't."

Candace snapped her fingers as an idea popped into her head. "That's it! She wouldn't! So maybe she wasn't talking about Dad!" She said.

"But she said it's how she met—" Phineas said, but was immediately cut off by his sister,

"No, I mean, she wasn't talking about Dad," Candace gestured to the three of them for emphasis, then gestured between her and Phineas, "She was talking about our dad."

#phineas and ferb #pnf #phineas flynn #ferb fletcher #candace flynn #linda flynn fletcher #phineas and ferb fanfic #family drama #angst #PnF fanfic #siblings quest

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Agents of Shield Series Finale thoughts (finally)

Or alt title Skye finally sits down to write this after two days of being overtired, overwhelmed and as a result, anxious! Feeling a WHOLE lot better today after a few anxiety naps and watching Phineas and Ferb on Disney + (that show is just pure serotonin I swear)

God what can I say that hasn’t already been said. I’m so beyond happy. I have no idea what my expectations were but by god were they exceeded. I cannot say enough how happy I am. They saved the world with empathy. How utterly beautiful. The endings everyone got were all just so utterly utterly deserved. I’m still in shock really.

If you haven’t already guessed it, I did not make it to my alarm at half past 6 on Thursday morning. I woke up at quarter past 5 after barely three hours of sleep and just could not help myself. I finished, cried for two hours and collapsed for another hour and a half. And she wonders why she’s felt like utter shit the past two days...

ANYWAY

DEKE DEKE MY WONDERFUL MY MOST DEAREST DISASTER SON!!!!!!!!! I love him so much. I know he’s happy in alt. 1983 but losing him was honestly such sweet sorrow. I had a feeling that he would sacrifice himself but I could not have guessed that it would happen in honestly such a good way. He still gets to live, gets to be the director of Shield (god help them) and I’m equally happy and devastated for him. I love Deke so much, he is very dear to me, and the money I would pay for a miniseries of him just absolutely killing it as Shield director in the 80′s with his side business of being a popstar, like the amount doesn’t exist. Also his impersonation of Fitz was so incredibly hilarious, Jeff Ward actually does a not bad Scottish accent and the IMMEDIATE adoption of the pregnant lady pose just ABSOLUTELY SENT ME!!!!!!!!!!

Mack. I’m so happy he lived. His team up with Sousa will forever give me life. Them taping goddamn chronicoms to the missiles to blast a hole in the ship, like whoever came up with that idea, you are now my favourite human on this earth. It is so supremely dumb but I love it so much. As much as there was BIG concern going into this that he was going to die, ta Henry, I never once felt worried for him. Like he never even came close???????? Also a raise to whoever put him in that big long jacket at the end like oh my god are you serious, AMAZING

Yoyo. I had NOT A SINGULAR CLUE, NOT EVEN AN INCLINE of what was going to happen to Yoyo. Her little team up at the end with Piper and Davis (DAVIS ROBO!DAVIS YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS BICKERING WITH PIPER WE LOVE TO SEE IT) was beyond incredible. Yoyo had such a great arc this season, and I’m just so happy to see it concluded so well, plus that shot of her zooming out of the car at the end was beyond A+ it was beautiful.

May. May, wonderful May. Her appearing OUT OF GODDAMN NOWHERE TO JUST ABSOLUTELY END SIBYL IS JUST FOREVER GOING TO GIVE ME LIFE. THE CAVALRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was so intrigued with where they were going with her arc this season, like I enjoyed empath May but I was so curious to see where it was going and oh what a pay off it was. I literally shouted AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH at my screen when she put her hands into that machine and Coulson explained it, BECAUSE IT ALL JUST MADE SENSE. Also it was 100000000000000000000% her idea to name it Coulson Academy, and no one disagreed with her. I loved her little call back to S1 with her just being the pilot. In general I thought all of the call backs were very well handled and placed, nothing felt too fan servicey it was all very natural and organic bc these writers really just know what they’re about and are just so incredibly good at their jobs. ANYWAY MAY. I’m happy that she’s getting a little bit of rest from the field, she absolutely deserves it.

Coulson. I’m not gonna lie, I wasn’t sure about Robo!Coulson when he was introduced at the end of last season, but my god am I so happy for him now. He is truly the heart of this show, the whole thing began because a stubborn group of fans refused to accept that he had died. And really isn’t that a theme that has carried us through this entire show haha? I was so terrifed for about 30 seconds that Sibyl was going to turn him against the rest of the team, so the RELIEF of May popping out of the ceiling to JUST END HER ENTIRE CAREER WAS INCREDIBLE. The reappearance of Lola ABSOLUTELY SENT ME. I also love that after years of Coulson refusing to let Mack work on Lola, Mack just went “Fuck it” and built one from, I assume, scratch. He is going to be the best Grandpa to little Alya Fitzsimmons and you can tear that headcanon from my cold dead hands. Again, what a deserving ending. I could not be happier for him, that last shot was just perfect.

Daisy. Oh boy, we’re getting into my heafty emotions now. I would just like to say that her entire arc throughout this entire show is one of the most incredible, most amazing and well crafted and well thought out characters arcs in television history. Watching her go from this lost little hacker with a bit of a smart mouth, to this strong and powerful LITERAL SUPERHERO has actually been a privilege and I cannot stress enough how much I have loved watching her grow and evolve over the past seven years. That being said, I am low key FURIOUS that they made me think that she was dead for even just a SECOND. I WAS SOBBING NO AT MY PHONE FOR THAT ENTIRE LITTLE INTERLUDE LIKE NO FUCKING WAY ARE YOU GOING TO KILL HER OFF AND LEAVE HER BODY IN SPACE I WILL NOT LET YOU, LET ME GO SHARPEN MY PITCHFORK I AM COMING FOR YOU. I will now invite you to imagine the look of absolute and utter joy and relief on my face when I saw she was alive. Skye/Daisy holds such a special place in my heart. Her whole thing with Sousa this season was SO UTTERLY OUT OF THE BLUE BUT SO INCREDIBLY DELIGHTFUL AND DESERVED!?!?!?!??!?!!?!? Like out of everything I think that little plot detail is what surprised me the most, and I surprised myself by really loving it as much as I did. I would have been happy if she had ended the series single but I’m so happy that she has this wonderful partner who loves her so much and has her back and just looks after her like it’s just like the most wonderful added bonus which she deserves. Sousa is also like a whole ass snack and as I have been saying in my tags for the past few weeks, DAISY GET IT!!!! I love that she ended the series with her own little family, her sister and Sousa. I just. I cannot even think about that without welling up. Daisy has a family, and she chose it and she loves them all so much. I know it was last weeks ep too but I will never get over her calling Simmons her sister. Never ever ever for as long as I live. I’m so happy for her. So beyond happy.

FitzSimmons. Here we, here we, here we fucking go. What to even say apart from big, long and loud sobbing noises, cause that’s all I have really been able to do in regards to them for the last two days. Happy isn’t a strong enough word. There is no word big enough, nor all encompassing enough to say how utterly UTTERLY happy I am that they got their most beautiful happy ending. Fitz guiding her through her memories, the second Jemma said Alya I started screaming, I just I knew that was her name, and him just being so gentle with her whilst she was remembering, like oh my heart. I excuse them everything, the lack of Fitz (WHICH WAS NO ONE’S FAULT I WILL NOT HAVE ANYTHING ABOUT THAT HERE) this season was honestly just paid back tenfold in the scenes that we got of him. His frustration IMMEDIATELY at everyone not understanding their plan was so amazingly hilarious. Simmons half remembering everything was both heartbreaking and hilarious, the scene of her asking for a supersuit like Daisy’s was incredible and both Deke and Daisy responding to her like she was a child they needed to trick into doing something for them, like yes if you come with us you’ll get a supersuit and a bit chocolate, incredible. The acting in both episodes from both IDC and Elizabeth was just truly something else. The fact that neither of them have been nominated EVER for their work on this show is nothing less than criminal. Her face when she remembered Alya. Dear god my heart. I have watched that scene of them reuniting with her at least 3000000000000000000000 times since Thursday morning. I won’t ever forget it. What a beautiful scene. What an incredible scene. “You were guarding our everything.” SHE’S THEIR EVERYTHING. THEIR UTTER EVERYTHING! I’M ACTUALLY LIKE SOBBING WRITING THIS I WILL NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER FOR AS LONG AS I LIVE GET OVER THE FACT THAT THEY LET FITZSIMMONS LIVE IN PEACE FOR FOUR WHOLE ASS YEARS, LET THEM HAVE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL, MOST PRECIOUS LITTLE BABY GIRL AND THEN LET THEM LIVE IN PEACE AGAIN I JUST!!! I HAVE WANTED THIS FOR THEM FOR SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO VERY LONG!!! (also @ marvel I’m not in a place where I want any kind of continuation or spin off at the moment but I would watch a FitzSimmons miniseries of them just being happy and domestic and working in space for 4 years. Just SOMETHING to consider) I cannot thank the writers enough for finally finally letting them have their happy ending. They have been through so much, and it was all worth it because it led them to their happily ever after and to their little girl and I just, that is everything. ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!! I have talked a lot in this post about people deserving their endings but honestly none more than FitzSimmons. Fitz playing with Alya in their little garden whilst Simmons watches with the biggest smile on her face. How perfect. I could not have dreamt a better ending for them I’m so so so so so SO beyond happy for them. And god that little girl is just the most precious. Her gleefully exclaiming “Mama!” at Simmons is the EXACT moment that I started sobbing and did not stop for the rest of the episode. Also I know they didn’t explicitly say it but they are 100000000000000% at their cottage in Perthshire, again you can pry that headcanon out of MY COLD DEAD HANDS!!! I’m just so so so so so so so so SO beyond happy that FitzSimmons got the ending that they deserved so much. They can be at peace now. I have loved them since LITERALLY day one, and I cannot imagine what would happen if I got to tell little 15 year old me how they ended up. I’m sending her good vibes to the past, I know she got them, because I never ever ever gave up on that hope for them. FitzSimmons, to me, represent so much goodness and hope and just everything I aspire to have in a relationship (without the constant separation and the death and all that fun shit), but just the utter love they have for each other. (thanks for the impossible standard to which I hold all men now JedMo). I have been on just a rollercoaster with these two characters, their relationship and each of them as individuals have taught me so much and brought me so much comfort, especially during some of the hardest times I have ever experienced. I’ll tell some of those stories one day. Not yet. I’m not ready. I’m still honestly just reeling. I have wanted A Happy FitzSimmons ending for SO LONG and I just cannot believe that we got it. Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you THANK YOU.

Writing this felt very cathartic. It’s almost been good to just get ALL OF THE EMOTIONS OUT. I think I’m actually going to take a nap now. I forget how tiring it is to be so emotional. What can I say to end this except reiterate again just how happy I am with that finale. I’m so thrilled that they gave us such a beautiful ending, it really was just a love letter to the series as a whole and to it’s message. I think it was quote from Jeff Bell that I saw and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since, because of how true it is, and really that’s why I hold this show so dear and why I have done for the past 7 years, and that is that this show is ultimately about hope. What a beautiful thing.

#aos spoilers #7.12 spoilers #7.13 spoilers #agents of shield #Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.#aos #skye really rambles #skye rambles #thank you #thank you so much

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A Different Path (What If?) Ch. 6

Summary: Perry the platypus had been unemployed for three weeks now, jumping between hanging out with the girls, and helping Phineas and Ferb make inventions.

However, one sunny day, Phineas gets a brilliant idea for Perry's future career.

And Perry is more than willing to try it.

Tags (Chapter Specific): Alternate Universe - Evil

Tags (Fic General): Ducky Momo - Freeform, Implied/Referenced Character Death, car crash, burn scars, burn victim, Fluff and Angst, warning: this fic is dark, especially the first chapter, Inspired by Fanfiction, Based on a Tumblr Post, AU, what if au, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Mentions of car crashes, Past Child Abuse, mentions of child abuse, mentions of child abandonment, Family Fluff, Fluff, Violence, Attempted Murder, Attempted Child Murder, Blood, Alternate Universe - Evil

Notes: credit to @woulddieforperrytheplatypus on tumblr for encouraging me to write this fic! Just in case, a TW for brief mention of animal injury.

Rating: Mature

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15th August, 2006. 11am.

“I got it!” Phineas exclaimed, jerking his head up to look at Perry mid-way through building his and ferb’s daily invention. Perry tilted his head and gave a confused chitter “I know what job you can do!” The boy explained, Perry raised his eyebrows in curiosity

“You can work with dad!” Phineas nearly threw up his arms, but Ferb stopped him and pointed to the wrench in the boy’s hand, which had nearly hit the green-haired boy in the face “Oh, sorry Ferb”

Perry mulled over Phineas’ words, working with Heinz actually sounds pretty good, in his opinion. But what will the agents think? Will they really want to fight an ex-colleague? OWCA’s former best agent, no less?

He realised that if he’s going to be evil, it won’t matter if the agents disapprove, they’d be the enemy. Perry smiled, thinking about working side by side with Heinz, his best friend, and possibly his brothers if they ever get an interest in evil.

Perry paused at the latter, maybe Phineas and Ferb getting into evil isn’t such a good idea, their smart, but sometimes too smart for their own good.

“So, what do you think?” Phineas asked, jolting Perry from his train of thoughts, the former agent nodded and passed a note to him

I’ll try it out. Thanks, Phin.

15th August 2006. 2pm.

After Perry helped the boys build their daily invention, he found Heinz on the balcony, looking at the city.

A chitter made Heinz turn his head to look at the platypus “Ah! Perry, how are the boys?” he asked, leaning against the balcony railing, Perry lifted himself up onto it to sit beside the evil scientist. He grabbed the notepad from Heinz’ labcoat pocket, and found a fresh page to write his thoughts onto.

Heinz, i want to join you.

It hardly conveyed his emotion, but it got the message across well enough. Heinz stared at the note for a moment, surprised, before looking up at Perry. “You...you want to join me?” he asked, almost lost for words. Perry nodded and jotted down a second sentence

Heinz, i want to join you.

Yes, in evil. I want to be your assistant. It’s a risky move, but if OWCA wants to stop us, they’ll have to send an agent out, and they’ll have to go through the both of us.

Now Heinz was lost for words, automatically handing the note back, which Perry wrote on again, this time at the very bottom of it.

I trust you.

Heinz smiled softly and hugged Perry, his soft smile growing into a cheerful grin, and he started giggling “Of course you can join me! Oh we’re going to be the best villain duo ever!”

Perry chittered happily and relaxed in his owner’s arms, the stress of thinking about work finally gone.

“Hm, we should build your inator today! We can use it tomorrow for our scheme! You got any ideas?” Heinz explained, putting Perry back on the railing

It took Perry a minute to think, but he eventually snapped his fingers and nodded

Heinz, i know what we’re gonna do today.

7 hours later

Perry put down the blueprints and stretched, making an exhausted chittering noise. He and Heinz had been working on this Inator for 7 entire hours, only stopping for dinner and water breaks.

“Well,” Heinz got up and stretched, “i think we’re about done for the night, what about you? You are the mastermind behind this baby!” Heinz patted the -Inator, which clanged loudly, making both men wince.

Perry nodded and started putting the tools back in their proper places, being particularly careful as there were screws and bolts on the floor. He had already cut up his feet on the glass shards 4 weeks ago during the Dennis incident, and he doesn't fancy cutting himself on a nail or any other small metallic object.

“I’ll put the kids to sleep, it’s getting close to their bedtime and i know they have a big invention planned for tomorrow. Something about teaching monkey’s how to juggle? I’m not sure.” Heinz mused, hanging his labcoat on the wall and ruffling Perry’s head fur before disappearing downstairs to the apartment.

Perry smiled to himself as he cleaned up, looking proudly at his first ever Inator, which came out far better than he expected it to. He half-expected it to blow up before it could even be used, but so far it was in pretty good shape.

However, Perry wasn’t sure he could do 7 hour builds again. He’ll leave that part to Heinz, he’s always been better at writing anyway.

Which reminded him of a project he meant to work on a while ago. He jotted it down in his notepad and completely forgot about it until now. He’ll work on it tomorrow, for now, he’s too tired to care, thinking more about climbing into bed and ignoring the world for atleast 8 hours. He swears, if he gets woken up before 9am one more time, he’s putting a padlock on his door.

#phineas and ferb #fic #writing #fanfic #ao3 #also on ao3 #pnf #pnf perry #perry the platypus #pnf heinz #heinz doofenshmirtz #pnf phineas #phineas flynn #pnf ferb #ferb fletcher #what if #a different path

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pilyarquitect · 5 years

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Heya! I just saw your prompt list and firstly, amazing job compiling that yourself. Can I request *16. “I’m trying to cheer you up.”* for Platyborg and his 2nd Dimension family from Phineas and Ferb?

16. “I’m trying to cheer you up.”

Life was incredible! Awesome! Since their counterpart from the other dimension visited them, a whole new world appeared in front of their eyes, and Phineas and Ferb couldn’t ask for anything better than that.

Doofenshmirtz was defeated and imprisoned for all his crimes. Now they could go outside and play with their friends without fear, Candace still seemed to want to protect them at any cost, but she was giving them more space.

Phineas found that his neighbor Isabella was a very interesting person, and really funny to say the less. Ferb also found Isabella interesting but he also discovered his truly vocation, use tools to build thing. Phineas thought his brother new vocation amazing, and Ferb proved to be very skilled with his tools. It made that Phineas also discovered a new interest on design awesome and incredible machines that then Ferb and himself build together, something that amused everyone around them. This summer turned to be the best summer ever! Everything was perfect… or almost perfect.

The two brothers realized that their Platypus… or Platyborg actually didn’t look happy. What was happening to him? Why did their just rediscovered pet aka secret agent aka Doof’s evil partner until they free him look so… devastated?

“Hey little guy, what’s going on?” said Phineas while Ferb and himself approached to the platypus. Perry looked at them and instantly he looked away.

The two brothers shared a look and then Phineas knelt in front of his pet and tried again:

“Come on Perry, you know you can talk with us”

Perry looked at him, but he didn’t answer. Phineas was worried, he really wanted to comfort Perry. The red hair boy sigh and sit down next to the platypus and tried it again:

“Oh Perry, please, I’m trying to cheer you up, we both are”

Ferb decided to join them and he sit on the other Perry’s side and then he said:

“Maybe he acts like that because he knows that he can’t actually talk with us Phineas, he’s a Platypus, we talk different languages”

Perry nodded then and made his characteristic sound:

“Grrrr”

Phineas eyes opened with surprise when he realized that Ferb was right. After a few moments thinking, he said:

“Oh… that makes sense… but maybe we can find a solution for this”

“A solution?” asked suddenly Isabella who approached to them with the other kids behind her. She crossed her arms on her chest waiting an explanation from the two brothers.

Phineas smiled and standing up, he said with joy voice:

“Yep, Ferb and I can build a device that will transform the sound waves in an alphanumeric code that would later become a-”

“I don’t understand anything about this” interrupted Buford with confused expression. Baljeet rolled his eyes and looking at the big camorrist, he said:

“I’m sure he’s saying that they can build a translator device”

Phineas looked at him with a bigger smile than before and exclaimed:

“Yeah, exactly Dr. Baljeet! You’re probably the smartest person I know”

Baljeet closed his eyes and shook his head while he answered:

“I’m starting to doubt it”

“What?” asked Phineas completely confused, Baljeed opened his eyes and said.

“I’d never came up with this idea to be able to understand animals”

He looked a little hurt and… like he’d selfdoubst about his habilities. Phineas looked at him and smiling he tried to cheer him up saying:

“Oh this was just an idea, I’m creative, but you’re smart, there’s a difference”

Baljeet didn’t look convinced, but he still answered:

“If you mean that…”

Phineas crossed his arms on his chest and with confident voice que said:

“Of course I mean”

Then the red hair boy turned to the green hair one and plenty of joy he said:

“Ferb, I know what we’re gonna to do today”

All the kids started to move except Buford who stayed in the same place looking how the others were walking away and then he asked to himself:

“Why does this sound familiar to me?”

The device took a half an hour to be designed and built for the two brothers, and at the moment they finished it, they proved it with Perry. The platypus put himself in front of the device and then he talked:

“Can you understand me now?”

Phineas smiles and exclaimed:

“Yes! It works! Nice job Ferb”

“Actually, nice job for the two of you, you make a really good team together” said Isabella with a smile on her mouth. Phineas turned to look at her and answered honestly:

“Thanks Isabella”

Then he looked the platypus again and asked:

“Now, Perry, tell us, what’s bothering you?”

The platypus looked ashamed and then with shaking voice, he said:

“I… I owe you an apologize”

“What?!” asked all the presents surprised. Perry closed his eyes and then he explained:

“Because I failed, Doofenshmirtz toke control over the Tri-State Area, all of you suffered because of my mistakes”

Phineas looked at him sadly and he could just say:

“Oh Perry…”

Then the platypus continued:

“I’ll understand if you don’t forgive me, you lost part of childhood because of me-”

“Don’t be a fool” said Phineas cutting him up. Perry looked at the red hair boy confused and asked:

“How can you forgive me so easily?”

Phineas smiled at him and answered:

“Perry look, the worst moment in Ferb and mine’s live, was the day that you disappeared and never came back. We didn’t care is Doof took control, we didn’t care about had to live in such an awful condition, we just knew that our pet disappeared and we didn’t know where he was. We were… devastated, but now you’re here with us again, I’d prefer to live a hundred years under Doof domination than knowing that we wouldn’t see you never again”

Perry smiled and looking at Phineas first and then Ferb, he said:

“Oh Phineas… Ferb?”

The green hair boy nodded and raised his thumb. It made Perry smile plenty of joy and hugging the two brothers, he said:

“You’re the best owners a pet could wish”

Phineas shocked his head and said:

“No Perry, Ferb and I aren’t your owners”

A general aspiration could be heard around, but before anyone could say anything, Phineas hugged Perry again with a big smile in his face and he said:

“We’re your friends”

Hey!!! Thanks, but to be honest, I took an existent list and changed some of the sentences that I don’t liked, I can’t take all the credit for this promp list, juts for making some changes.

Ater that, thanks for the request, I woke up this morning and saw 5 request, I really appreciate it. This is the first done, four more to be, I’ll do them when I can.

This is the first time I write Phineas & Ferb and I really liked to do it, I hope you liked to read it as well.

Okay, I’ll start the next request, keep an eye on them!!

#prompt list #request #phineas & Ferb #perry the platypus #platyborg #P&F movie across the second dimension #I'll start the next request #hope you liked this one

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Phinbella 8

( (Ao3) (Next>>)

Isabella wasn’t sure if what was happening to her was real, or was it just an effect of blood slowly draining from her brain, making her light-headed and drift into her fantasy. But as the world around her kept spinning, she decided to not overthink it and embraced it, clutching Phineas’ body even tighter, much to his simultaneous confusion and enjoyment.

Just a few hours ago, she was helping her boyfriend build something truly monumental for their annual end of the Summer celebration, which this year took a form of a giant ferris wheel, swinging each cabin in more than one direction, essentially giving everyone a chance to experience how it must feel to be a candidate for a pilot or an astronaut, by putting them in a massive centrifuge.

She hopped in with Phineas, put the seatbelts on, and a moment later she was spinning around, as the enormous device began rotating its long arms, and the backyard was filled with screams of twenty other students also enjoying the test ride. Despite the humongous force and velocity achieved by the capsules, Isabella didn’t feel nauseous at all, despite the fact that the horizon very rarely was seen as a horizontal construct through the windows of their cabin. Her heart was racing, and as if the thrill of the attraction wasn’t enough, she felt Phineas’ hand on hers, his fingers intertwining with hers. She looked at him and leaned in for a kiss.

But no sooner than their lips brushed, something has happened that made the entire machine jump in place with a loud, ominous rumble. Phineas’ opened his eyes wide, and after a few seconds of nervous looking around, he came to a terrifying conclusion.

- Uh, change of plans, we’re going for a flight! - he spoke to the microphone.

From an outsider’s point of view, it must have been an imposing sight, to see the swirling mess of metal rising up into the air, like a huge gyroscope operating just with its momentum, and then moving in the air currents, with no sight of slowing down. For the passengers, however, it took them a moment to realise they have detached from the mast and they were now sailing through the air, left on the weather’s mercy.

- Phineas! - Isabella cried, leaping from her seat - Can’t-Can’t we do anything? - I… I don’t think so. - he looked around. - We need to lose the speed, but then we’re gonna start falling down.

He pulled the lever in front of him, and before it reached its apex, he gave her final warning.

- Hold on, this might not be as comfortable as I thought.

But instead of the satisfying “click” of her belt, Isabella leapt into his arms, clutching him tightly, with her arms wrapped around his neck.

- I-Isabella! - Ssh - she put his mind at ease - This is the safest place for me…

She cupped his face and pressed her lips to his, letting him feel the vibrations of the capsule through her body, immersing him with the pleasure he didn’t expect to feel today. And then, Isabella closed the safety belt behind her back, locking the two together.

- Gotta stay extra safe.

She giggled and let Phineas push the lever, as her kiss deepened. She felt the sudden shaking and quaking around her, and with each, she dug deeper into him, pressing her body against his, locking the two in the most intimate of embraces. Once he had no control of the device, Phineas’ hand found its way to her back, adding another level of security.

But his hands roaming over her back paled in comparison to what she felt between her legs. As the force has pushed her petite frame into the seat, and, consequently, into Phineas, it became impossible not to notice that even in this dire situation he was still a man.

And from the feel of it, she was a very lucky woman.

Isabella’s eyes opened and she met Phineas’, equally wide and filled with the mixture of guilt and excitation he couldn’t quite contain. Isabella had only one cure for that, and it was more kisses. But this time, they were hungrier and more ravenous than before. She wished she could close her legs around his torso, and instead, she did that to the chair he was in, still getting enough stimulation she was seeking.

Phineas finally responded with a few more riskier moves of his hands and fingers that now danced around her waist and bum, a territory he hasn’t been permitted to so far, and yet, he heard no objections from Isabella about his intrusions. Her hair flowed up and down, back and forth, as the machine kept rotating, soaring down into the ground, and with each second of their downfall, Isabella placed more and more bets loving her boyfriend, knowing she might very well have no other chances to do so.

She moved up and down against him, moaning into his mouth, though their intimate kiss broke off soon as Phineas was forced to groan as well, joining his girlfriend in the carnal music they were creating. Though their bodies were pushed towards each other with the centrifugal force, physics couldn’t rival Isabella’s passion that drove her into him. Unabashedly, disregarding all norms, she was thrusting her body, feeling his length through his jeans, and hoping he can experience as much stimuli as she was. His reddened face told her he definitely felt her breasts being pressed against his chest and when he broke their kiss off again, just to leave a mark on her cleavage, Isabella cried his name, pushing his face deep into her bosom.

They were still falling, and with that, Isabella felt she was flying, high into the air, wrapped around her boyfriend, and as she was about to pass out, she let it go, and allowed the flame building in her loins to consume her. Her back arched, she trashed against Phineas so hard, the safety belt unclipped, and as they flew up, she was finally able to close her legs behind him, just as she felt his hips began jerking uncontrollably, and he started babbling her name.

Their lips pressed against each other, in the longest, happiest and dirtiest kiss they have ever exchanged, as the pleasure radiated not just through their individual bodies, but seemed to overlap and spread through each other’s, mixing and strengthening, as the two writhed against each other.

Isabella closed her eyes, waiting for the sweet release of… something, when she heard croaky voice of Phineas, speaking, or rather wheezing into the microphone again.

- Pre…preparing for landing… We… we hope you enjoyed our little controlled tu…turbulence….

He pushed a button and braced Isabella, as their joined bodies slowly fell to the roof and then to the floor, their limbs still tangled in a messy knot. It took Isabella a while to understand that they were not dead, and that they have not been plummeting to their death the whole time. The machine was slowly stopping, and soon, the metallic arms folded down, and twenty capsules were gently laid onto the ground, still in the backyard of Phineas’ house.

- Did… did you like it? - Phineas asked, his face still torn with a mixture of bewilderment and shock, though his lips were starting to curl into a smile. - Yes. - Isabella spoke - I definitely liked it. - But do you-do you mean… - Yes.

And she kissed him again, pulling him into a heated, passionate kiss, now feeling more than ever the familiar stickiness that so far she only associated with private intimate moments of her bedroom, decorated with pictures of Phineas. Their serene moment was suddenly interrupted by a an angry shriek from outside.

- PHINEAS! Were is he-Oh for crying out loud, get a room, you two! - Candace, they are eighteen… - Stacey spoke, wobbling behind her impatient friend - And well, it’s not like they couldn’t have done that earlier… - I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA DIE! - Candace screamed - I wrote half of my last will with emojis! - she shoved her phone up her brother’s face. - Easy, easy Candace. Let the two breathe…

Stacey smiled at the two and let her frustrated friend out. Phineas blinked, as only now realised that for the last minute or so he was lying on top of Isabella, and he jumped back, breathing nervously. Isabella sat up and gave him another soothing kiss, brushing his dishevelled hair, and the two stared deep into their eyes, watching as their face redden while the memories of the past few minutes flood them in a silent moment of intimacy. This one, however, was also interrupted by Candace’s loud voice, echoing from other side of the yard.

- Where is Ferb? I gotta bust one of yo-OH GOD, VANESSA, PUT SOME CLOTHES ON! HOW DID YOU EVEN MANAGE TO DO THAT IN THERE?! AND WHY DIDN’T I BRING JEREMY?

#phinabella #phinbella #lemon #thatguywiththefaceog #nautiscaraderfics #Phinbella #phineas and ferb #phineas flynn #isabella garcia shapiro

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catboythanatos · 5 years

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for @jupeterweek day 2: season one

last night i had a Moment while listening to this song and i made this tweet, and then after some consideration, i had a light bulb moment that went .... HEY FERB, I KNOW WHAT WE'RE GONNA WRITE TODAY and then it was 3am and this was born

: )

Juno Steel was driving in his old beat up car down the Martian freeway somewhere. A sad, sappy song had just started playing on the car's speakers.

"Ugh, skiiiiip!" he emphasized to the voice-activated software controlling the music on his stereo.

"Skip!" he shouted at the next song, and the next song, and the one after that.

"Are you kidding me? Does every goddamn song in the entire goddamn galaxy have to remind me of him? Skip."

This was the first thing that really caught Peter's attention. He was glad he had decided on a whim to tap into Juno's commlink just in time to catch this.

Peter was a thief, not a stalker; he didn't like the unnecessary invasion of anyone's privacy, but for purposes of investigation, he would do what he had to do. Juno had stolen something of his this time: his interest.

Was he the him in question? He didn't know what to make of this. Sure, his experience with Juno had left quite the lasting impression on himself, but he hadn't really seen it coming for Juno to feel the same way. His incessant flirting during their time together had seemed mostly to annoy the detective, so he was actually kind of surprised to find out that it may have had a real effect on him.

He hadn't been thinking when he left Juno with his name. Juno was clever — extremely so, actually, and he could have done something with that information, but it didn't seem like he would. That was the original reason Peter had started watching Juno. He was worried, honestly. And, well… Juno wasn't hard to look at, either, that was for sure.

Juno had stopped yelling at his stereo and had settled on a particularly aggressive sounding song. He was cranking the volume and cranking the gas and Peter could only lay back and watch in curious awe.

Peter had never told his name to anyone before, and he had certainly not expected to have the experience of hearing it screamed over early 20-something-th century rock music.

"On god," Juno was shouting, to no one in particular, over an instrumental break in the song. "Fuck you, Peter Nureyev!"

Peter only had a few seconds of time to laugh before the singing came back and Juno started singing along with it.

Oh boy, was this still about him? Peter's heart was pounding out of his chest now, listening to Juno's rough, but warm voice shout-sing these crazy lyrics into the air — and unknowingly, into Nureyev's ear.

He kept waiting for Juno to actually go somewhere, but it seemed like he might've just been on a late night drive, with no destination but catharsis. It felt like quite a personal moment he was imposing on, honestly, but he couldn't bring himself to disconnect from it. It was boring in the cheap hotel room he was holed up in for the night, and no stream he could find to put on at this hour would ever provide the same level of entertainment as finding out Juno Steel, Private Eye screamed into his car about him over songs about whipped cream and palpable lust.

"I think I just lost my mind…"

"I think you may have, dear Juno," Nureyev murmured. "And so may have I."

Juno could've been a very good singer. He could have been a terrible singer, too, and Nureyev wouldn't have cared. He didn't even know what to do with himself anymore in general after hearing this. How was he supposed to go about his life, knowing that Juno Steel was out here thinking about him? Not that he was worried he was a threat to him anymore, oh heavens no. He had a lot of other feelings to unpack for the detective, and now that he knew they were losing their minds together, well ….

Peter disconnected from Juno's comms after a couple more stunning performances, having had about as much snooping as he could handle for the night.

He sat in silence in his hotel bed for a while, just relaying all the new information in his brain.

"On god," he whispered, "fuck you, Peter Nureyev."

Of all the ways to have your name in someone else's mouth, most people probably wouldn't have been too thrilled to hear this one, but... Peter kinda liked it. It was hot-headed and spicy; very much the detective's style ... Yeah, he really liked it.

Being the detective that he was, Peter was surprised that Juno hadn't caught wind of his snooping yet, though it could have had to do with his unforgivable lack of savvy when it came to modern technology. It was incredibly easy for Peter to hack into a security camera's footage, or into someone's comms — he was good, that was for sure, and not afraid to admit it, but the idea that the normally astute detective was not able to catch him sure was a bit of an ego boost.

He was hoping that Juno would stay involved and interested in the Martian tech conspiracy (which was hardly a conspiracy at all, mind you. The connection between all the disappearing tech was plain and simple: he was stealing it all. He had been there at every single one of these incidents, all under different aliases and completely unrecognizable by most. Juno was very clever for sensing something was going on... yet no one wanted to listen to him.) Peter hoped that he might get the chance to face him again. No, he was sure he definitely would. After Juno had swallowed that Martian pill, there was no telling what his ... employer would be up to. He only hoped that Juno wouldn't end up having to die because of it. It'd be a real shame… He was excited at the prospect of seeing him again, possibly even working with him again, possibly … more. Peter didn't know yet. He had never, ever felt inclined to reveal his name to anybody before. Juno was something special. With the image of him screaming along to centuries old emo music fresh in his mind, Peter chuckled. Juno was something special indeed.

#jupeter #juno steel #peter nureyev #penumbra #the penumbra podcast #this is fucking ridiculous but the Best writing always comes from 3am emotions and i know it better than anybody #i still think its fun and cute so 🤪#my writing #it was so fun and refreshing to write babey season 1 jupeter omg #i had an appointment at 9 this morning and i was so tired bc i was up writing this jshsjsjsnnsns thank me for my service thanks #happy jupeter week go crazy aaaA go stupid AAA

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turtle-steverogers · 6 years

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Fugitives- Chap 2

Oooof the plots starting.

Ship: Eventual Ralbert

Warnings: Depictions of injuries, mentions of drugs, mentions of vomit and burns

Albert and Race entered Jacobi’s about twenty minutes later, both slightly out of breath from rushing there. The had lost track of the police after a few blocks, but were still wary as they continued along the busy streets. As Albert had predicted, there were only a couple other patrons milling about inside. Jacobi, the manager and head cook of the establishment, waved to Albert as he walked in, who in turn waved back with a smile. Race pulled his hood up, pointedly keeping his head bowed as they took a seat in the booth furthest to the back of the restaurant.

“You do realize that makes you look even more suspicious, right?” Albert said, taking a menu out of its holder and scanning the options.

Race took a menu as well, “Yeah, but I can’t have anyone recognize me.”

“I understand that,” Albert said, “But having your hood up basically screams criminal.”

Race snorted, “You seem oddly at peace with the fact that you’re having lunch with someone who quite literally dragged you along with him as he ran from fucking police officers.”

Albert shrugged, “You’re intriguing and my life’s boring. You seemed like a good opportunity for some excitement.”

Race looked up from his menu and searched Albert’s eyes before saying, “I don’t understand you.”

Albert smirked, “I could say the same about you.”

They broke eye contact when Jacobi came over to give them glasses of water and take their orders. Race ordered a Reuben with a side of fries and Albert settled for a pastrami sandwich. Albert stacked their menus and put them back, then pulled his water glass towards him and fiddled with the straw.

“So,” He said, surveying Race who had since taken down his hood, “That explanation you owe me.”

Race’s eyes darted to the side slightly, something Albert observed he did a lot, “First off, I don’t owe you anything. You chose to question me,” Race picked up his straw wrapper, crumpling it between his fingers. He was nervous, “But, if you must know, I got caught with some heroin on me,” by the tone of his voice, Albert could tell there was more to the story. He waited for Race to continue, but the other man remained silent.

“So...you’re a druggie?” Albert asked slowly.

Race shook his head, “No. The heroin’s not mine, nor is it for me directly.”

“Oh,” Albert said, “Who’s it for then?”

Race flicked the straw wrapper at Albert, who dodged it, “You ask a lot of questions,” he stated, “Is seriously none of this putting you off?”

Albert raised a shoulder, “I mean, it is. But like I said- you’re intriguing.”

Jacobi came back with their food and the two boys dug in. Race devoured his sandwich before Albert could finish even half of his own.

“I take it you were hungry?” Albert asked, popping a fry in his mouth.

Race drank some of his water, then took a bite of his pickle, “I don’t always have time to eat.”

Albert knit his eyebrows together, “Why?”

Race groaned and put his head in his hands, “Dude, oh my god.”

“Fine, okay,” Albert said, resignation in his voice, “I’ll stop asking questions.”

“Thank you,” Race breathed, “God today’s been weird.”

“You can say that again,” Albert waved Jacobi over and asked for the check, which the older man brought back a moment later, “I take it I’m paying?”

Race grimaced, “Uh, could you? I’m sorry. I was serious earlier when I said I don’t have money right now.”

Albert reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, placing his credit card on top of the bill, “No problem.”

Jacobi took the credit card and went to put the transaction through. When he brought it back, Albert took it, then got up, Race following suit.

“Okay well, this has been interesting for a multitude of reasons,” Albert said, slipping his gloves back on his hands, “But I’m guessing we’re done-”

“I don’t know your name,” Race blurted out suddenly, “I just realized that you literally bought me lunch and I don’t know your name.”

Albert frowned, “Oh, well, can I trust you to know it?”

Race considered this, “No, but you know mine.”

“That’s unsettling,” Albert deadpanned, “But ya know what? Fuck it. My name’s Albert.”

“Albert what?”

“Uhh,” Albert shifted from foot to foot, “I only know your first name, so you only get to know mine.”

Race’s eye twitched slightly, but he didn’t push. They walked towards the exit and paused once they got outside, standing awkwardly for a moment, then Race extended his hand, which Albert shook.

“Thank you for hiding me for a bit,” Race said, “And for lunch.”

“You gonna be okay?” Albert asked, letting go of Race’s hand.

Race shrugged, “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Bye, Albert.”

“Bye, Race,” Race offered him a half-smile, then pulled up his hood again and began to walk away briskly, leaving Albert alone in front of Jacobi’s wondering what the hell just happened.

XXX

Albert sat alone in his apartment, eating some leftover pizza he had found in the fridge. His roommate, Elmer, was at his girlfriend’s place for the night, giving Albert some time to himself. He pulled up Netflix and sorted through his recommended list, looking for a new TV series to binge. When he found nothing, he impulsively searched for Phineas and Ferb and clicked on the first episode. The apartment was his for the night, why not indulge himself a little?

He dipped his cold pizza in some ranch- a tradition he’d had for as long as he could remember- and took a satisfied bite as the theme song for Phineas and Ferb played. He was just getting comfortable when he heard rapid knocking at his apartment door. He allowed himself a moment to be annoyed that someone interrupting his alone time, then paused the show and went to answer the door, pizza still in hand.

He opened the door expecting to see Elmer on the other side, claiming he forgot something. But when he saw the person in front of him, he quickly found he was wrong.

“What the fuck,” He said, taking a step back, “How’d you find my place?”

Race was standing in front of him, looking a little more than worse for wear. His jacket was gone and there were several visible rips on his shirt. He had a black eye and cuts were littered across his arms and face. He was looking at the ground and Albert could see some dried vomit surrounding his mouth.

“Uh, I have sources,” Race mumbled, “Can I please come in?”

Albert was speechless for a moment, “What the fuck,” He repeated.

Race met his gaze for the first time since he’d arrived, “Please? I literally have nowhere else I can go. I swear I’ll be out of your hair after this. I just need to use your first aid kit.”

Albert shook his head and began to close the door, but Race held out a hand to stop him, “You inserted yourself into my life,” Race whispered, frantically, “You insisted to know who I am and why I’m running. You owe me this.”

Albert couldn’t argue with that, so he opened the door wider and stood back to let Race in, “Thank you,” Race said, pushing past Albert, “Uh, where’s your bathroom?”

“Down the hall, first door on your left,” Albert said, gesturing in that direction, “Go ahead and wash up, I’ll go grab the first aid kit.”

Race nodded and walked towards the bathroom. Albert remained in the entrance hallway for a moment, still stunned. He forced himself to go to his kitchen and placed his pizza on a paper towel before retrieving the first aid kit from the top of the fridge. Then he took an ice pack out of the freezer. A moment later, he heard the bathroom door open and Race entered the kitchen.

“Let’s go to the living room,” Albert said, leading them out of the kitchen, “Go ahead and sit down.”

Race sat wordlessly on the couch and Albert sat facing him on the coffee table. His face, while still bruised, was less bloody than it had been when he first entered and the vomit that had been there previously was gone.

Race huffed out a choked laugh when he looked at the TV, “Are you watching Phineas and Ferb?”

“Shut up, it’s a good show,” Albert handed him the ice pack, which he held up to his eye gingerly, “Drug deal gone wrong?” Albert asked, unzipping the first aid kit and taking out some alcohol pads.

“Something like that,” Race said, taking one of the alcohol pads Albert was holding out for him. He placed the ice pack on the couch next to him and began cleaning the cuts on his arm. Albert didn’t say anything further and watched as Race took a bandage out of the first aid kit and lifted his shirt to wrap his torso, which had several gashes in it. Albert frowned when he spotted what looked like a burn on Race’s side.

“Whoa, hey,” He murmured, reaching out to stop Race’s hand so he could get a better look, “You’re burned.”

“Wait, Albert-” Race tried to pull away, but it was too late. Albert already had a good view of the injury. It looked more like a brandish than a burn and Albert recognized it immediately. It was a small picture of the Brooklyn Bridge, surrounded by the outline of flames. The letter ‘P’ was printed in bold on the middle pillar. The symbol belonged to the Prospect Gang of Brooklyn. One of the two biggest and most dangerous gangs in New York City, only rivaled by the Empire Gang, which was mainly based in Manhattan. The two gangs were notorious for their competition- constantly at war over drug dealing territory and who would hold control over the other three boroughs. Albert had seen more than a few news stories about pedestrians who were killed at the hands of the two gangs after finding themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The burn looked fresh, like it had been done within the last hour. It was starting to blister and Albert could already tell it’d leave a scar. He swallowed, feeling cold fear run down his spine. He slowly looked up at Race, who was staring at the burn with wide eyes.

“So I take it you’re not just a drug dealer?” He asked, his voice shaking slightly.

Race flinched at his words and flicked his eyes over to Alberts, “No.”

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aristocratlegacy · 6 years

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Chapter Sixty-Three: Our Fifteen Minutes

[Hey everybody! Sorry for the really long wait within chapters, and the sort of confusing order- this chapter was written and published AFTER the last one was. A lot of stuff happened [spoiler] [basically I Beatrice and Lorne died, and Lucky literally became a ghost, but then get famous came out and I was literally horrified that Beatrice had died before getting to be in a hollywood chapter so I made a fake family, revived her, and got famous. Anyway, sorry for any confusion, onto the chapter!!]

Dusty: “Gee, Lucky, I sure am worried about Taffy.”

Lucky: “I know! Ever since she got a crush on that Johnny guy, she’s been acting really different.”

Lucky: “I just wish she knew how cool she is when she’s being herself!”

Taffy: “Hi guys…”

Lucky: “Not too cool to play with us anymore?”

Taffy sighed.

Taffy: “I’m sorry I acted that way guys. Johnny...didn’t like me as much as I thought he did- I saw him kissing another girl after our beach date!”

They gasped.

Dusty: “Well, he’s stupid anyway.”

Lucky: “Yeah! And we like you just the way you are, Taffy!”

Taffy: “Aw, you guys are the best! I’m so happy that the Aristocrat family sticks together!”

The sound of canned applause starts as Beatrice walks into the room.

Beatrice: “That’s right, kids, stick together, that way you always have a wingman to make you look good in front of strangers. Oop, Lorne, sweetie, my simsmapol- oh, thank you dear”

She said as a new drink appeared right in her hand.

The kids laugh.

Beatrice: “Well, you look better, sweetheart. All that black makeup wasn’t doing anything for the bags under your eyes. Chin up!” She said, and sauntered away to the bar in the background.

Actual Lucky: “Aaaand...Cut!”

*one week earlier*

Lorne: “Breakfast! I made breakfast for everybody!”

The sound of groans and too many people for one house yawning sleepily down the stairs spreads out to the kitchen, where Lorne smiled and dished out the pancakes he made for everybody.

They all sat around the table, shoving elbows out of the way when they ate their food.

Lorne: “So, what’s on the agenda for today?”

Beatrice: “You know none of us really...work….right?”

Lucky: “Hey! Courtney and I work, we run our own business!”

Beatrice: “When was the last time you went to work.”

Lucky: “...”

Beatrice: “I’m not shaming you, sweetheart, I’m just stating a fact. Today, we are all going to lay in our respective beds, reading our respective magazines, and then take intermittent naps.”

Lucky: “And what would you rather do?”

Beatrice groaned.

Beatrice: “Anything- “ She held up a hand to preemptively silence her husband “But going to work.”

Courtney: “We could always volunteer as a family.”

Courtney was met with the iciest stare yet.

Courtney: “One day I’ll get you to do it.”

Beatrice: “But you’ve noticed it too, right, ever since this boring mr boring guy moved in, everything has been boring. I mean nothing fun has happened to us since my last awesome party.”

Lucky: “No. We are not throwing another party. It’s too much. Nobody ever shows up wearing the right thing and we have to stay there for days without sitting because nobody can stand still long enough to take pictures. Out of the question.

Beatrice: “Fun things used to just fall in our laps! The phone would ring and it would just be somebody telling us what awesome thing to do next!”

Lucky’s phone started to ring.

Beatrice: “Oh thank god I wasn’t sure it would work that time! I wish I had a fancy hat!”

Beatrice: “Oooh, this is fun, isn’t it?”

Patty Alexander: “Lucky, how have you been?”

Lucky: “Aunt Patty? It’s been good, how are you?”

Patty Alexander: “No time for chit-chat, Lucky. I recently found a VHS tape, I watched it out of curiosity, and it was the pilot that your Glammother made for a reality show. It had been recut by my father, but the show never got any traction at the agency. I work at the agency now, and I think we could come up with a project based on you legendary family, don’t you agree?”

Lucky: “Um...yes?”

Patty Alexander: “Great, come up with ten ideas by tomorrow I will call you at exactly 8 am to talk about it.”

Lucky: “8 am? Really?”

Patty Alexander: “Pleasure doing business with you.”

Day 1 of Production

Chloe: “I can’t wait to be famous, guys!”

Pierce: “I don’t really think this is going to take off, what about you, Vivi?”

Vivien: “If it doesn’t I’m going to drown in a sea of ennui. This is a chance to really let my creative prowess as an actress shine!”

Lucky: “Okay, everybody, say hello to the cast. Let’s just stay cool about this, it’s just a little sitcom. I think if we keep it light and fun we’ll all come out of this ahead- yeah?”

Lucky:Cherish will be playing my mom, Beatrice. My mother is not on set today, value this time, Cherish, it will be the last productive moment for you on this set.”

Lucky: “Darren, you are my dad, Lorne. All you have to do is smile, agree with anything my mom says, and constantly be churning out drinks from the bar in the background. Do not stop even for a moment, even if the bar is completely covered in undrunk Bridgeports, you keep going.”

Lucky: “Leslie is playing Glamma Astrid, uh...I dunno. Act ignored. Like you had a lot of potential and then no follow up. You’re Walt from Lost. I don’t have my step-grandpa in here, the casting fell through since I couldn’t find someone with as perfect a head of hair. Courtney- make a note to find a wig guy, and then find me a Roscoe.”

Lucky: “Tessa is playing my older sister Taffy. She’s smart, lovesick, and a snitch. I want a cross between Rory Gilmore and the sister from Phineas and Ferb.”

Lucky: "My niece will be playing Three, the alien girl that we found in the woods. She’s not here today- we’re gonna film her when I’’m supposed to take her to the library next week, nobody tell her dad.”

Lucky: “And, of course, these are my three children, Chloe, Pierce, and Vivien. Chloe will be playing me, you’re the main character, you’re brother is missing, shenanigans ensue. You love dogs and antagonising people, you know the drill.”

Chloe: “Yes!”

Vivien: “But I thought I would play you!”

Lucky: “Pierce you’re playing my brother Dusty. He’s kinda dorky, and then finds this alien girl in the woods and bonds with her. It’s cute.”

Pierce: “I think I can handle that.”

Lucky: “And lastly, Vivien, you will be playing my little brother Milo, who is kidnapped in the begining and then we find him later. Any questions?”

Vivien: “Wait- am I even in it?”

Lucky: “Um….yeah. Eventually. You’re gonna do great, cutie. Everybody read through the script and be ready to shoot the first scenes by tomorrow!”

Day 4 of Production

Luchloe: “Quick! Hide! Mom is coming this way!”

Fake Beatrice: “Hey cuties, gotta go do a video kiss kiss please subscribe!”

Fake Two: “She didn’t look up from her magic rectangle.”

Dusty Pierce: “Shh!”

Lucky: “Okay, I think she’s gone. Phew. For a second there I was really worried she would catch us and Strider and we’d have to take him back. Good boy!”

Dusty: “Also the alien girl we found in the woods, Lucky.”

Lucky: “Yeah, but that’s a person, mom is definitely not going to notice some random kid in our house if she doesn’t make a mess. This is a good puppy!”

Real Lucky: “Cut! Nice job, guys, let’s take 30 for lunch!”

Vivien: “Mother. I’m going to have to insist that you switch my role with Chloe’s. I have ten times the acting chops she does! Not to mention how much I work drama into every day life!”

Lucky: “Don’t worry, Vivien, nobody would ever forget about that.”

Chloe: “Hey, Vivi, wanna eat lunch?”

Vivien: “No! I’m running lines, trying to prove that I’m actually serious about the business to my mother. Chloe, I swear, you getting to play our mom in the sitcom that she’s making about her childhood is the finest example of nepotism I have ever seen in my life.”

Chloe: “Didn’t we all kinda get hired because of nepotism, though?”

Vivien: “Ugh! I’ll be in my trailer!”

Chloe: “No fair! Why does Vivien get a trailer!”

Lucky: “Oh, no, honey, she just went to pout inside the puppet theater.”

Courtney: “Hey, girls. I have the latest shots for you to look at, babe. Great take, Chloe, you’re a rockstar. Where’s your brother? Why are you rolling your eyes.”

Chloe: “Because he’s trying to talk to Tessa again.”

Lucky: “Oh, for god’s sake I told him….I’ll go handle it.”

Pierce: “So, you know, just because we play brother and sister on this show, doesn’t mean we can’t date in real life.”

Tessa: “Oh my god, I didn’t even see you there. Did you need something?”

Pierce: “Yeah...you’re heart- hey!”

Lucky: “Sorry, Tess. Won’t happen again! You did great today!”

Lucky: “Pierce, I told you to stop bothering the actresses.”

Pierce: “But we’re in love!”

Lucky: “No, you’re not. Keep dreamin, kid. She’s not into you. Okay, back on set in five, people!”

Cherish: “Hey, yeah, I feel like my character is just like...a super bad mom? Can we do something about that in the script?”

Lucky: “These are all based on true stories. You’ve met her. She was on set yesterday, is it really that surprising?”

Cherish: “No, I get it, but, like, that magazine just released that story about me being, like, a really bad mom. And I don’t want people to take it the wrong way, y’know?”

Lucky: “Um, use it in your performance. We have a schedule to stick to everybody! Two minutes!”

Day 6 of Production

Vivien: “Mom! I need to talk to you!”

Lucky: “Sweetie, I love you, but I don’t have time to talk about your part right now. Right now I need to keep your Glamma away from the actors.

Beatrice: “Why is she out of costume. Lucky, you’re the director, do something.”

Lucky: “Fine. Excuse me, Cherish? Yeah, my mom wants to know why you’re not wearing the costume.”

Cherish: “I think my character would wear this. I have a rockin’ bod, if I have to dress conservatively, I’m gonna do the bare minimum.”

Lucky: “You’ve really….taken to your character, haven’t you? Keep the dress, honestly, if I wasn’t constantly lowering her hemlines she’d have put that on already.”

Beatrice: “You’re the one that keeps adding fabric to the bottom of this dress? Lucky! It’s practically down to my knees!”

Lucky: “Good, you’re too old to be wearing clothes like that mom. Cherish- you look fine, Mom, you also look fine in exactly what you’re wearing.”

Beatrice: “I could still pull it off! I’ll show you!”

Lucky: “I’m not looking forward to how that turns out. But maybe she’ll do it off set. Hopefully.”

Lorne: “No, you idiot, you don’t shake it like that, you shake it like this.”

Darren: “Isn’t that what I’m doing?”

Lorne: “No, and, ugh, what are you wearing?”

Darren: “The costume notes just said to dress up like Willy Wonka’s brother that runs a flavored vodka factory.”

Lorne: “Gosh, y’know, Lucky is just the sweetest daughter, isn’t she? Keep it, it’s fine, but I expect you to keep up the color, alright? Navy blue. It’s a brand.”

Lucky: “Hey, you kids doing ok? Pierce, great job out there, looking silent and quiet and waiting for your turn to speak. Very Dusty, I love it.”

Vivien: “Mom- why can’t I play you? I’m not even in it and I have to play you’re kidnapped little brother? This stinks! I’m a ferrari, you don’t keep a ferrari in the garage and roll out a barbie jeep and a tricycle.”

Chloe: “We can hear you.”

Vivien: “I’m speaking from the heart of an actress, Chloe, you wouldn’t understand.”

Chloe: “We’re all child actors, dude, chill out.”

Lucky: “I’m afraid I’m going to have to side with mini me, cutie. Chill out a little, Milo is a great part.”

Vivien: “Milo now would a great part.”

Lucky: “I really hope you have no idea what you’re saying, keep reading through your lines, I’m gonna watch the last runthrough. Love you!”

Pierce: “You know, if I was your boyfriend, I would never kiss another girl.”

Kelly: “Excuse me?”

Pierce: “I mean...I….bye….”

Pierce: “I couldn’t do it. I tried, but she’s too pretty. I was blinded by blonde.”

Chloe: “You know that she’s playing your sister, right?”

Pierce: “I know. She’s not my sister, though.”

Viviens: “You two are barbarians, I’m going to read lines.”

Chloe: “Nerd!”

Pierce: “Teacher’s pet!”

Chloe & Pierce: “Nice.”

Day 9 of Production

Lucky: “This is no good.”

Courtney: “Why not? What’s wrong with it?”

Lucky: “It’s not saying anything. We’re talking about self esteem here, this is real gritty stuff! We could change lives, Courtney.”

Courtney: “I mean, it’s a sitcom we made starring our own untalented children. I don’t think expectations are going to be that high.”

Lucky: “Courtney, Courtney, Courtney,”

Courtney: “Yes?”

Lucky: “Courtney, Courtney, Courtney, Courtney, Courtney,”

Courtney: “Please stop saying my name like that.”

Lucky: “We’re making art here, baby. Expectations are higher than they’ve ever been.”

Courtney: “Um…”

Lucky: “Let’s take it from the top, guys, and remember, the words are raw, and gritty. E M O T I O N A L, do you hear me people? She’s changing who she is for a man is that acceptable?!”

A non committal murmur of ‘no’ calls out from the cast.

Lucky: “Yeah. This is serious. TAKE IT FROM THE TOP!”

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Chlucke: It’s okay, Taffy! We like you just the way you are!”

Lucky: “Cut!”

Chloe: “What’s wrong?”

Lucky: “Baby, you have to think about the stakes here, your sister is heartbroken, she’s lost her whole identity, she’s on the verge of collapse, you need to feel this.”

Actual Taffy: “I thought it was fine. I mean, it was just a crush. I wore that dress with the storm clouds on it for a couple of days but-”

Lucky: “Taffy,”

Courtney: “Oh no.”

Lucky: “Taffy, taffy, taffy, taffy.”

Taffy: “Yes?”

Lucky: “I remember this. I saw the pain in your eyes. Johnny was the love of your life, and he threw you away like garbage.”

Taffy: “He still works at the movie theater so I think it’s fine. I’m married and happy. I have two kids that you didn’t cast in you’re show- thanks for that, by the way. What’s gotten into you, Lucky?”

Vivien: “I can do it mom! I can deliver the line with vivacity.”

Chloe: “She’s been waiting to use that one.”

Vivien: “You! Taffy! Don’t lose yourself in the sea of the unwashed masses! You shall rise above them! Walk among the stars as the women you are and will become!”

Pierce: “Yeah...that…”

Lucky: “That’s pretty good. Lucky, do that.”

Vivien: “But it was my monologue!”

Lucky: “I know, but it wouldn’t make sense coming from you, you’re still kidnapped.”

Vivien: “No fair!”

Lucky: “Honey, you’re not in this shot.

Day 11 of Production

Chloe: “Pierce, I do not want to go back in there.”

Pierce: “Me neither. Maybe if we just hide in here she’ll just recast us and let us go home.”

Chloe: “Is she being crazy? It seems like she’s literally gone crazy.”

Lucky: “Where are the children!? I need them! For my art!”

Chloe: “Oh no. She’s gonna make us do the heart to heart scene again, I know it.”

Lucky: “Vivien, where’s your brother and sister? You’re on today.”

Vivien: “I am?! Really?”

Vivien: “CHLOE! PIERCE! You’d better get out here now or I will cyberbully you forever!”

Chloe: “She’s gonna find us eventually.”

Pierce: “Maybe if we stay here, mom will let her play our roles.”

Vivien: “Found them! Saboteurs!”

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Luchloe: “I sure am glad you’re home, Milo! I can’t believe we found you!”

Milovien: “Happy that I’m home?! Is that all you have to say? Since you’ve abandoned me to the wills of a madman in an underground bunker? I may be shy,”

Milo: “I may be talented in a quiet way- but that does not mean that I do not have something to say! Hear me, brother and sister! For I don’t know if I can forgive your indifference in my heart, and I know for sure, that I will never forget it. But ho-”

Lucky: “Cut!”

Vivien: “What’d you think, mom?”

Chloe: “Here we go.”

Lucky: “It….was…..exhillerating. We’re gonna win an oscar for this, guys.”

Chloe: “I don’t think they give out oscars for single-camera sitcoms, Mom.”

Lucky: “Vivien, you and I will create art. Baby, we’re going to hollywood!”

Day 15 of Production

I live for my art

I breathe for my art

I live for my art.

If I can just get the hug at the end right. I know.

I just know.

I can make a difference.

Day 22 of Production

Lucky: “From the top!”

Chloe: “Mom, there’s only so many times we can hug. We’ve been doing this for days.”

Vivien: “She said from the top, Chloe! We have to do this right!”

Chloe: “Why though? I just wanna go hoooome!”

Vivien: “Mother? Permission to slap an actress.”

Lucky: “What? No, Vivien. But you do have to take it from the top! Take two hundred and eighteen!”

Courtney: “You know, Luck, I think we’ve got it.”

Lucky: “We don’t have it.”

Courtney: “Maybe take a break and do some other scenes? Or let everybody go home? I’m sure that we got it and-”

Lucky: “Are you questioning my vision, Courtney?”

Courtney: “Um...no?”

Lucky: “Good. Because if you were questioning it, then I would have to fire you.”

Lucky: “I’d fire all of you if I could! I’ll star in the show myself! Me and Vivien- my only talented daughter, who isn’t afraid to commit to something!”

Vivien: “Yeah!”

Lucky: “So if all of you want to quit! Fine! Quit!’

Chloe: “Is that an option?”

Lucky: “Only if you think you can live with yourself, Chloe.”

Chloe: “I mean….yeah. I quit. Right guys?”

Pierce: ��Yup.”

Everybody: “Yeah, bye”

Day 27 of Production

Courtney: “Hey...Lucky?”

Lucky: “What do you want, traitor?”

Courtney: “Well, you’ve been sitting here at an editing table in the middle of an empty warehouse set in the dark for 5 days.”

Lucky: “The show is due in 2 days, and since everybody abandoned me, I had to to do it myself.”

Courtney: “Nobody abandoned you, Lucky. You just got a little crazy. Plus, we did film all the scenes from the original script. The only ones we didn’t do are those really rambly meta ones you added later. I think if you stick with what we thought of at first, then you’d see that we made something pretty cool.”

Lucky: “I don’t know if I can do it- cut apart my vision…….”

Courtney: “Do you want my help?”

Lucky: “..........Yes please.”

Premiere Day

Chloe: “This is so exciting!”

Vivien: “We’re gonna be on tv!”

Courtney: “Lucky, you gonna join us?”

Lucky: “Oh… I don’t know if that’s such a good idea. I know I ruined everybodys tv experience by getting too in my head about it. I was in an art spiral, there’s no excuse. I’ll just go watch it upstairs by myself so I don’t bother anybody…”

Chloe: “Mom! Come watch with us!”

Pierce: “Yeah, we’re not mad.”

Vivien: “You had a celebrity meltdown. Very chic.”

Beatrice: “I’m with Vivien- an epic meltdown is a very Beatrice move. I’m proud of you!”

Lucky: “So...we’re all a happy family again?”

Courtney: “A big happy family that’s about to watch itself on tv for the first time! C’mon, it’s starting!”

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That’s all for now! Thanks for reading and don’t forget to drop a comment if you liked it!!!!!! Also thank you so much to boolprop for making us January’s story of the month that was awesome!

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Spend the Day With Someone You Love Ch 6

Savannah and Brick look weird to me. I love their character designs, but I guess I kind of got used to the more unconventionally attractive types. Maybe that’s just me.

Ch 6- Lights, Camera, Traction! Part 2: Though the Parting Hurts

“They’re calling us!” Balthazar hissed. “We need to go, Arohbeohte!”

Arohbeohte hugged a column, eyes squeezed shut. Her strength was causing small cracks to appear on the ceiling. She creaked pathetically. Balthazar rubbed his temple. He didn’t even know robots could develop stage fright.

“It’s only five minutes. It’ll end before you know it,” Vinnie reassured her, smiling calmly.

Arohbeohte didn’t look convinced. She gripped the column even more tightly, the base shaking as it was slowly uprooted from the ground.

“Try to imagine everyone in the audience is invisible,” Balthazar suggested.

“I like to use the underwear trick,” Vinnie added. “What if your crush was watching? You’d want to give it it your best shot, right?”

Arohbeohte visibly relaxed, keeping a palm braced on the column as she steeled her nerves. Finally, she nodded.

“Rebecca had a case of last-minute stage fright,” Balthazar explained to Ferb, who was struggling to secure a thick rope to a handle. “Poor dear. We’re terribly sorry for the delay.”

Ferb simply pointed to the stage, momentarily letting go of the rope. It flew through the air, hitting a light which sparked and set the cables on fire. Ferb scrambled for the nearest fire extinguisher.

“Sorry!” Vinnie called.

“Arthur, Frank, and Rebecca, everybody!” Phineas waved to them before vacating the stage and sitting down beside the judges.

Balthazar cleared his throat before starting, turning to Arohbeohte. “Lydia, I-um, oh dear,” he blushed out of embarrassment. Silently cursing Vinnie and his inexplicable love for teen movies, he continued. “I-uh, have always loved you since, um-about a year ago when you were bravely shoveling mystery meat down your throat. Yeah, that was really brave.” He pulled at the collar of his gaudy tropical shirt, sweating.

“No, Lydia! Don’t go with this dork!” Vinnie threw his arm out dramatically. “I have the IQ of half a sock puppet but I have a cool car imported from afar! And I don’t wear ascots unlike this loser who’s so loser-y all the other losers call him a loser and decide to sacrifice him to their loser deity!”

“What? That doesn’t make sense!” Balthazar broke character, confused.

“Roll with it,” Vinnie whispered. “I’m the jerky star quarterback remember?”

“Fine,” Balthazar gritted his teeth and swallowed his pride. “He mistreated all six of his ex-girlfriends, Lydia! Including that popular girl! You know which one I mean!”

Arohbeohte glanced between them, a hand rubbing her chin in contemplation. She motioned for Vinnie to speak.

“Why would you go with him? What’s he got? All he does is stay in the school library! And he has bad clothes, I’m willing to bet half my inheritance he doesn’t wash his underwear! Not to mention the teeth, and the hair, and the um, eyes,” Vinnie trailed off, before realizing what he said. “Wait, no, blue eyes are attractive to girls, forget the last bit.”

“So what if I have no social life? I can fix that! Um, we can read Shakespeare together! How about that Tybalt character, eh?” Balthazar elbowed Arohbeohte, grinning awkwardly.

Arohbeohte nodded, turning to Vinnie in case he could come up with a better answer.

“I have a designer tuxedo that probably costs more than your entire family’s life savings!” Vinnie shouted. “And it’s silk too! So, Lydia, who do you want?”

Arohbeohte threw her arms out and hugged Vinnie. His eyes bulged from the force of the embrace, desperately clawing for air. “C-can’t b-b-breathe,” he wheezed, collapsing once Arohbeohte released him. “Think I’m gonna lose a lung here!”

“We’re done!” Balthazar called to the judges. “I think we’ll stop here so my ah-partner, doesn’t cough up any vital organs.”

“Round of applause to Arthur, Frank, and Rebecca!” Phineas shouted. Nobody in the audience clapped, except for a kid in a sweatervest. “Well, you certainly stunned them into silence! Judges’ thoughts?”

“Too cliche for my liking,” Baljeet said, giving a thumbs down. “It reminded me way too much of a bad soap opera combined with a teen movie. Zero points on acting. Nilch on presentation.”

“I liked the quiet one,” Isabella smiled at Arohbeohte. “But Arthur, you and Frank need acting lessons pronto. And that shirt, man. You aren’t on a honeymoon to Hawaii! One point for acting. I can’t give negative points, so I’ll have to settle for zero on presentation.”

“It was horrible,” Buford crossed his arms. “Zero on both categories.”

“Well, there goes this plan,” Vinnie commented as they walked off the stage. “It was fun though, right?”

Arohbeohte nodded, nudging Balthazar. He looked up from his fuming. “I suppose we’ll have no choice but to report to the boss. Another mission, failed.”

“But the important thing is we had fun!” Vinnie said. “And Arohbeohte gained confidence!”

Balthazar sighed. He was not looking forward to making their report.

Mr. Block shook an empty mixed-nuts can at them threateningly. “Delaware. Cankadore. Remind me of your mission.”

“Save the world,” Balthazar muttered, resisting the urge to deck his boss.

“That would be a competent time traveler’s mission,” Mr. Block growled. “Yours.”

“Enter a contest and win so we could get the grand prize,” Vinnie replied. “Though i don’t get what’s so grand about perishables-”

“Food aren’t the only things in this time-forsaken future that are perishable. Teleport H54T9U to the Time Travel Bureau at once. I don’t hold out much hope for it anyway. It was just the runt of the batch and was practically assigned to janitor from the moment of creation,” Mr. Block ordered.

“Her name is Arohbeohte. A as in appendix, r as in rainbow, o as-,” Balthazar elbowed Vinnie so he didn’t waste Mr. Block’s time. Though Balthazar suspected Mr. Block thought everything was a waste of time. “And she’s been a great companion. We are not sending her back until you promise to call her by that name and treat her well. And let her confess to her crush.”

“A crush?” Mr. Block raised an eyebrow and laughed obnoxiously, to Vinnie and Balthazar’s growing irritation. “On who? A tin can? Maybe a really broken down car?”

“You will not patronize her like that, sir,” Balthazar said. “Her crush is as valid as anyone else’s.” Vinnie stared at him, his jaw nearly hitting the floor in shock. “Furthermore, aside from a few hiccups, she has proven herself to be a trusted ally in protecting pistachios.”

“Speaking of protecting pistachios, whose idea was it to commission these robots for that sort of thing anyway?” Vinnie asked. “Wouldn’t they be more useful in the taking over the world department with lasers, death rays, and other cool weapons?”

“It was a bet. My final order for today is to send H54T9U to headquarters immediately,” Mr. Block growled. “Block, signing off. Gerald owes me a hundred bucks.”

As soon as the communicator switched off, Vinnie crushed Balthazar in an embrace. “I knew you cared, Balthy! You just don’t like to admit it!” Balthazar’s mustache quivered as he struggled to escape.

“I could hardly let him insult Arohbeohte,” Balthazar retorted quickly. “He did not witness her destructive capabilities firsthand.”

They broke apart, Vinnie poking him in the chest. Balthazar did not like that knowing smirk that spread across Vinnie’s face. “You know how burnt marshmallows have a kind of charm to some people?”

“No,” Balthazar grumbled, turning away so Vinnie couldn’t see his blush.

“Well, first you roast them until they’re all brown and unappealing on the outside, but once you bite that part off there’s a bunch of mushy, gooey sugar in the middle. And then you can stick it into a s’more or just eat it off the stick,” Vinnie grinned.

Balthazar groaned against Arohbeohte’s metal knee. I am not a burnt marshmallow, I am not a burnt marshmallow, he repeated to himself. Ugh, must he always use food metaphors so freely?

Once Balthazar cleared his head, he realized they had no choice but to send Arohbeohte back. They couldn’t exactly do much since they were at the bottom of the pecking order. “Arohbeohte, we cannot defy Mr. Block’s order. We have to send you back to headquarters.”

“Make sure you eat your veggies, and brush before bed, and wipe your feet before you step inside a building-” Vinnie sniffled into a tissue. “I’ll miss you!” Arohbeohte lifted Vinnie up to her chest, placing a giant hand on his back. Balthazar concentrated on a small pebble, just as unwilling to say goodbye. Then Arohbeohte suddenly picked him up too, squeezing him tightly.

Balthazar hesitantly patted Vinnie’s back. “She’s a big girl. She can take care of herself. Excluding random accidental acts of destruction of course.” He offered Vinnie a small handkerchief, which was promptly ruined by tears and snot. “Keep it,” Balthazar wrinkled his nose when Vinnie tried to give it back.

After an hour, the entire group calmed down enough so that Balthazar could properly calibrate the Temporal Transporter to send Arohbeohte to headquarters. “Take care!” Vinnie fistbumped Arohbeohte one last time. “Don’t forget to write!”

Balthazar opened the channel, a swirling blue portal materializing behind Arohbeohte. “So long,” he said softly. “Don’t let them give you a hard time.”

Arohbeohte nodded, waving goodbye before she slowly walked into the portal. Balthazar mentally counted to ten before switching the Temporal Transporter off, the vortex dissipating into thin air. Balthazar’s arm dropped to his side in disbelief, the Transporter cracking slightly as it hit the concrete.

They were a duo again.

One week later, they had at least five more failed missions under their belt. Balthazar did not want to think about the giant model of an aglet that crushed the pistachio silo they were supposed to be protecting from hungry tourists.

They had decided to take an evening off, just to recuperate for a while. “Man, this movie is terrible,” Vinnie commented. “Ducky Momo was not meant to be live-action in the slightest.”

Balthazar shifted his position on the cheap recliner, groaning when a spring dug into his back. “Blasted thing,” he muttered.

Just as the creepy live-action Ducky Momo opened his stubby arms and slowly waddled to an incredibly scared child, the screen suddenly filled with static, an image of Mr. Block replacing the movie. “Is there a reason for your improper conduct?” he scowled, not missing a beat with his insults.

Balthazar and Vinnie scrambled to their feet, raising their arms in a hasty salute.

Mr. Block scoffed. “Sloppy. I’ve seen earthworms do better salutes.”

“Is there a particular reason why you called, sir? We already met our failure quota for the day,” Balthazar asked, unwilling to stomach more reminders of their incompetence.

“Cavendish, you’re actually starting to recognize that you’re at the bottom! This is too perfect,” Mr. Block smirked. “There’s a letter addressed to you. Though I can’t imagine who would be writing to you in the first place. Check your cabinet.”

Vinnie opened the cabinet that doubled as a transporter and held up a large envelope that smelled of motor oil and pistachios.

“At least the new secretary didn’t mess this one up. Expect a briefing at 10 sharp tomorrow,” the image flickered, replaced by the ending credits of the movie.

“A letter?” Balthazar wondered out loud. “Nobody in the future uses letters anymore.”

“I think it’s sweet,” Vinnie commented. “Hey, Arohbeohte didn’t forget us after all! I was so worried about her!”

Balthazar took note of the childish, blocky penmanship on the front of the envelope. “TO VENI DADKOTE AND BELFICZAR CEVEDADSCH,” he read, making a mental note to teach Arohbeohte how to spell their names if they ever met again.

“She called me dad! I’m a Dad, Balthy! And so are you!” Vinnie yelped, breaking the seal and pulling out the contents. “Holy moly, we gotta start playing catch, setting a chore list, dress up, sign her up for the city’s soccer league-”

“And how, pray tell, do you plan to do that?” Balthazar asked, stunned that she called him dad when he hadn’t thought he’d done anything that could be remotely considered good parenting.

Vinnie shrugged. “People are a lot more accepting of robots now.”

Vinnie carefully unfolded several sheets of paper, each containing the same large messy scrawl of the envelope. A photo was hidden inside the last one. They studied it in silence, taking in how happy Arohbeohte looked beside her crush, a much taller robot clearly built for defense and outfitted with dangerous weapons. Their arms were wrapped around each other, each flashing the victory sign at the camera.

HI, HOW ARE YOU?

THANK YOU FOR THAT FUN DAY WE HAD! CAN WE DO IT AGAIN? HERE’S A PHOTO OF ME AND TITAN! YOU SHOULD MEET HIM SOMETIME! DADKOTE, I’M GLAD YOU TOLD ME TO CONFESS. I WOULDN’T HAVE DONE IT IF YOU HADN’T SUPPORTED ME! CEVEDADSCH, I DON’T THINK YOU LIKED ME AT FIRST AND I’M SORRY IF I MESSED UP BUT THEN YOU WOULDN’T LET THAT MEANIE CALL ME MEAN NAMES AND I STILL LOVE BOTH OF YOU LOTS! HUGS!

WITH LOVE, EROBEATE

Balthazar wiped his glasses. He hadn’t treated Arohbeohte kindly. He hadn’t. So why was he still missing her?

“You can always say sorry,” Vinnie suggested. He had always been the more perceptive one. “You’re just rough around the edges like-”

“If you’re going to compare me to a burnt marshmallow again, then you’re sleeping outside,” Balthazar warned.

“Shutting up,” Vinnie replied quickly.

“I believe we have a letter to write. And perhaps we could find a picture frame tomorrow,” Balthazar said.

“I’m telling her about the aglet,” Vinnie smirked.

“I’ll write about the training incident where you collapsed after a few hurdles,” Balthazar said.

“That one time we set a superior’s eyebrows on fire,” Vinnie said.

Balthazar allowed his lips to quirk upwards. “A new troublemaker in the works,” he chuckled. The Bureau was going to have their hands full.

School caught up to me. There will be one more chapter after this, stay tuned!

#milo murphy's law #mml fanfiction #vinnie dakota #balthazar cavendish #spend the day with someone you love

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