#but Della can step on me

[walkingencyclopediaofweirdmayo]

Cute male companions?!

A rare gift indeed!

And, as always, the female companion is beautiful

[sweetbillwriting]

In The Dead of Night

TEN

Characters: AU Eric played by Bill Skarsgård from The Crow (2024)

Setting: This story is set in A WHOLE OTHER WORLD than the movie. Shelley isn't a part of this story. Eric will be different from the movie, I started this story long before I saw the movie.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, heavy themes.

Notes: FINALLY seen the movie. All similarities with the movie are accidentally. I got this idea after seeing the trailer.

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I looked at Eric with pleading eyes until I heard a loud groan from Robin and how he turned on his heel to leave.

“Robin!” I shouted after him and jumped out of bed. It was a reflex to follow him because he was the one that left, but he was also my best friend. After a few seconds of searching, I found my panties on the floor and the gray tank top Eric used the night before, and then I ran after Robin through the staircase.

“Robin, please! You don't understand! I was just-”

Robin turned around in the middle of a stair while I stood on the first step.

“No! I don't understand! Because the only way I can see you have been able to get in contact with him is that you searched him up! Behind my back!”

“Yes, yes… But it was for Lotti!”

It wasn't a complete lie, but it was far from completely true either.

“For my mom? For my mom? You don't know a fuck what's best for her!”

“She misses him all the time.”

“That doesn't mean he's good for her. And neither for you! He's a fucking junkie, Della!”

"No, he's not; he's clean!”

“That's what he says to you, you fucking idiot! How many times should I say to you, addicts are manipulative assholes, and he will hurt you. I just want your best, but instead you go behind my back and fuck the trash.”

I stood quiet because I was in the wrong and didn't know what to say, but also because I didn't know much about addiction, and once again I became worried Eric was actually taking something. Had he hidden pills somewhere?

“I get that it's an exciting story with the lost son, the son who came back from an addiction, but I've seen him close to death twice now, even if he had sworn he would never do anything again. My mom doesn't need that, and I don't think you want to be near that either. You have probably seen the signs that he isn't stable, and I'm quite sure you don't want that in your life.”

I could hear Lotti's words in my head about his long periods of opiates use and the short periods of him being happy. Maybe this was a short period he was happy, and he would soon fall down in the dark pit of drugs again. Hadn't he closed the door, only ignoring it for the moment? He had said himself he thought about drugs all the time.

Robin started to walk down with slow steps, not as upset anymore, but his shoulders were slumped, and I could see a genuine worry in his body language when he dragged his hand over his face.

“Robin…” I whined but stayed on my step.

“This is just fucked up, Della. Going behind my back but also how much you will destroy for yourself…” he said with a sigh. I stayed silent and let my tears fall until I heard him walk out the entrance door. I took a deep breath because I knew now I had one more man to explain my actions to. In one way it felt easier because Eric wasn't the type to scream and make a scene, but he would be much more hurt than Robin. Robin's emotions were loud, but Eric's was big.

I met him already in the hallway, dressed in gray sweatpants and a Joy Division t-shirt that was so well used it had a big hole in the armpit. He gave me a quick look when he threw down his sports bag with his things on the floor, then he pulled on his high-top Vans.

“Eric..! I cried pathetically. Now the tears streamed heavily, and I tried to drag his body close to mine, but he either turned his back against me or pushed me away lightly.

“Please just let me explain, please!”

I didn't even know how to explain my behavior, but still I said it, just to be able to make him stay, but it didn't work because Eric just pulled on his bomber jacket. In that moment when his arms were occupied, I took my chance to hug him around his waist, hugging so hard he wouldn't be able to go away.

“Della…”

He tried to sound bored and irritated, but I could only hear the tears in his throat.

“Please Eric, just let me explain.”

I tied my fingers together around his back to make it harder for him to push me away, but I noticed at once I didn't need to worry about that; Eric was too kind to push me hard. Instead, he let his arms hang by his side while he stood with his eyes closed. I looked at him and dried my own tears from my cheeks and wondered if he would cry, but he just took a deep breath until he spoke again.

“I want to go now, Delilah.”

“No! Let us go back to bed; please just let us talk!” I rambled in my panic and tried to make him move towards the bedroom. I was stupid for believing that. Eric's body was just muscles, and he wouldn't move an inch if he didn't want to.

“I don't want to talk. I want to go...”

He really tried sounding determined and hard, like he could do to Odin, but he just sounded like a broken boy.

“Eric, I want to explain-”

For the first time during our conversation, he looked at me. His beautiful big green eyes were full of tears, but he blinked them away and looked down at me again.

“I don't want to talk because it doesn't matter anyway. Everything between us is a lie; you have gone behind my back, and I guess the stalking Jackie talked about was also true then-”

“No, no! Let me explain!” I cried pathetically and hugged him even harder.

“No, Della. Let me go.” He looked at me seriously while a tear crawled its way down his porcelain skin. “Just let me go.”

I looked straight into his eyes while tear after tear swam down his cheeks. I cried loudly instead, like a kid losing its favorite stuffy. I wanted to continue to hold him, only letting him go when everything was okay again, but not even I knew how we would get past this. I was a stalker, a liar, and hadn't respected his boundaries. Eric was an addict, but that was his only flaw. He deserved something better.

Hyperventilating with tears, I let him go slowly, and he took the trunk standing on the floor and wiped away his tears on his cheeks. I hoped he would give me a final kiss, a hug, and say that we could stay in touch, but he just walked out of my apartment and closed the door behind him silently. I continued my hyperventilating cries, and it became worse when I realized I had one thing more to tell him. I opened the door fast and could hear his slow steps down the stairs and a sniffle. I took a deep breath through my pained lungs and shouted:

“I love you most in the entire world!”

×××

Desiree dragged her fingers through my hair, even if it was greasy. I had been lying in bed for six days, and both me and my bedroom smelled like sweat and stale air. I didn't notice the smell, though, because I was just thinking about Eric. A bit about Robin too, but mostly about Eric. I loved him so much it felt like my body had shut down, and for short moments I wondered if I would be able to function again.

“I get that you're sad over Eric and Robin and everything, but laying here just makes it worse…”

Desiree just knew that Eric was Robin's brother, and I had approached him without Robin's consent. She didn't know why Eric had broken up with me too, but she probably created her own story about all of it.

“You can talk to Robin. He will probably understand. I mean, it's just his brother. It was a stupid thing for you to do, but it is only his brother. Such things happen.”

I sighed deeply and closed my eyes even harder. It wasn't as easy as Desiree believed, and hearing her talk so lightly about it just made my chest ache even harder.

“Can't you come on a walk with me at least? You will feel better when you go out.”

I did what she said. I don't even know why; maybe it was just nice someone else made a decision for me. I wore Eric's big hoodie over a pair of leggings with my nose down in the collar to smell the little scent of him that was left on it. Desiree looked at me while I did it and sighed.

“He's really nice but don't you think this is for the best? You're so different from each other. I always thought you wanted a more ambitious guy who could afford traveling with you.”

She was right; I had dreams about traveling all the time, meanwhile Eric had problems even affording a visit to my hometown, but money wasn't everything. He was.

“I don't want that anymore…” I said with a small voice.

“You feel that now because you two just broke up, but I know how much you like to travel. He works as a part-time janitor. It doesn't sound like he can even afford a trip to New York.”

I dug my hands deeper into the pocket of the hoodie. It was too early for her to diss Eric. Maybe in a few weeks it could be comforting, but I doubted even that. Talking shit about Eric was what weak, prejudiced people did. He was the kindest soul and did his best in life.

“What about Dante? I mean, I've seen on Instagram that he's still single and you two were-”

“God! This shit about Dante! He's an asshole!” I groaned loudly. My whole family was obsessed with the thought of me and Dante, even if I had said so many times he was an asshole.

“I know you could nag sometimes, but all couples do that, and you were so perfect for-”

“No! Can you please back off? I never ever want to be close to him again!”

“Because he complained about your clothes sometimes? Every partner you have had has complained about your clothes!”

My style was eclectic, theatrical, and sometimes ultra-sexy. I was a vintage girl, but I also liked some drama, and every partner I have had has either complained about the length of my skirt or the size of my hat. Everyone except Eric. That wasn't the reason I hated Dante, though.

“Yes! Because he complained about my clothes!”

Desiree made a smacking sound with her tongue, like she thought I was silly.

“So? He was handsome, stable, rich, sweet…”

While Desiree continued to enumerate everything good with Dante, I looked at my phone that was ringing. It was an unknown number, and in regular situations I wouldn't have answered, but now I did just to make Desiree shut up.

“Hey, it's Nick... Uhm…”

“Hi?” I said confused but also nervously. I wondered if he would shout at me for breaking Eric's heart, but it didn't really sound like he was mad.

“I know you and Eric have broken up, but I think you should come? He's a mess, and I'm afraid he will do something stupid. Please Della?” Nick said pleadingly. He didn't need to say more than that, I stood up at once and gave Desiree a look. She looked back at me, confused.

“I will be there as soon as I can.”

×××

I had hoped a reason would arise where I could go to Eric, but him feeling so awful that Nick felt forced to call me wasn't what I wanted. Nick told me he, John, and Granny had watched him in shifts because they didn't know what he could do in his anxiety. They had started to watch him after Granny had seen the prominent blue imprint of a belt around his neck, and he had asked for Granny’s anxiety medication he knew he had.

Together, Nick and Granny had locked away every sharp object or thing he could strangle himself with, in a wardrobe, even if Eric said they were silly. They didn't dare to take any risks because they knew Eric had an impulsive side that could come out when you least expected.

I borrowed mom and dad's car again, and my tears streamed down my cheeks while I was driving. Of course I could see why he wasn't boyfriend material. He used drugs and self harm to cope with life when I had the plan to be an adult and travel with my safe boyfriend. Eric handled everything in life turning against himself and was far from being safe. Still, I didn't want anyone else, and even if he didn't want me, I would stand by his side.

I had packed some things, ready to stay if it was needed, but left the bag in the car. I didn't know if Eric actually wanted me there, and it would maybe provoke him if it seemed like I thought I would stay. Instead, I walked up to his apartment with just my phone and keys in his hoodie's pocket and pushed the doorbell with a deep exhalation.

It was Nick who opened the door, dressed in a white tank and black sweats.

“Hey,” he just said, and let me go into Eric's apartment. I gave him a little strained smile and stopped awkwardly in the hallway. It didn't feel right to just go in when Eric had asked me to leave him alone the last time we saw each other.

“He's in bed; maybe you can talk to him?” Said Nick, who scratched his jaw uncomfortably.

I nodded a little and moved into the room at once. Standing next to Nick in the hallway felt just awkward, and it felt better to just go to Eric.

I could see long pale legs sticking out under the black cover and a tattooed back. His black hair melted into the pillow. I didn't know if he knew I was there, if he was sleeping, so I just sat down on the edge of the bed, waiting for signs he was ready for my presence. He seemed to be sleeping, so I moved the cover away from his neck and saw the angry bruise on his skin. It wasn't just black and blue but there were also wounds where the leather had penetrated his skin. It really looked like someone had tried to decapitate him.

“Oh god…” I whispered to myself. “Have you cleaned the wound? It looks awful.”

I looked at Nick, who leaned against the armrest of the couch.

“Ehm… No…” he said guiltily. “He wouldn't accept that anyway. You really believe he would let me clean his wounds?”

I sighed and dragged my fingers through the back of Eric's greasy mullet. To touch him was a reflex, but it caused him to wake up, and he looked at me with heavy eyes. He had a longer stubble that didn't match his raven colored hair.

“Hey…” I said softly, but I could feel the nerves in my chest.

He looked at me for a few seconds, then turned his back to me. I stared at his broad back hurt and then at Nick, who smiled at me disappointedly and stood up.

“Do you want coffee?” He asked me.

I furrowed my brows in confusion.

“I think I should go?”

“That easily? I thought you loved him?” Asked Nick with a bit of attitude. It was obvious he was protective of Eric.

“Yes but… He doesn't want me here?”

“He doesn't want me here either. So, coffee?”

I looked between Nick and the back of Eric.

“Yes, thank you.”

The two of us sat on the couch while Eric continued to sleep in the bed. We didn't say anything because there wasn't that much to say. I knew Nick wouldn't ask what happened between me and Eric, and I wouldn't tell until I really must. After 45 minutes of us just staring between the window, our phones, and Eric's back, he turned around and looked at us. His eyes were tired and sad, and at once I had a bad conscience. Was it me who had destroyed him like this?

Nick stood up and walked to the kitchen when he noticed that Eric just looked at me, and I took a deep breath. I didn't know what would happen, even if I knew Eric wasn't the angry type. He looked at me with big eyes that just became more and more shiny.

“I miss my mom…” he suddenly said with a wobbly voice and let himself cry without restraint.

“Hey, hey…” I said with a beating heart, broken of seeing him like that. I ran up to the bed and sat down next to him and hugged him.

“You can be with your mom, you know.”

Eric shook his head and took a deep breath. He laid down on his back and pushed his hands against his eyes.

“I have pain everywhere…” he whispered, and I nodded just a little and started to pat his chest. I didn't know if it would be okay, but I knew that if he had anxiety, it was where the pain started.

“Harder…”

I patted harder, in a circle. It made Eric remove his hands from his face and look at me. We didn't say anything; we just looked into each other's eyes while I patted.

“I lost my job…” He said after a few minutes.

“No, why?” I said with an empathetic voice, but it seemed to just make everything worse, and his face shrank up because of new tears.

“I forgot.”

“You forgot?”

“I forgot I needed to go to work.”

It was typically him, especially when his emotions went wild. I nodded in response and continued to pat his chest.

“I can't do anything right…”

"Yes, you can! You're so great, baby.”

I felt awful hearing him talk about himself like that and laid down next to him and steered his face against mine. He looked between my eyes and lips, and I moved closer to him, encouraging him to kiss me, but he looked away.

“Delilah…” He paused and looked up at the ceiling before he turned his gaze to me. He shook his head a little, but I couldn't interpret what he wanted to say.

“It's broken between you and me. It's broken…” He turned his eyes away from me again and closed them tightly. I laid and looked at his perfect profile and felt my chest start to hurt in a similar way Eric's probably did.

“But… But you need me...” I whispered. Eric didn't say anything, even if I crawled closer to him, kissing his earlobe and patting his cheek.

Eric breathed heavily and licked his cracked lips.

“I just… I don't feel well at all…”

He said, and let me continue to touch his face. I nodded fast, eager to just make him feel better.

“We could talk if I felt better…” he whispered, and he laid his cheek heavy in my hand. My heart beated faster now; the thought of him being able to talk to me and give me another chance took over everything else. I could do anything for him to forgive me.

He looked at me with big, green, soulful eyes and I knew I would do anything for him, especially when his eyes started to swim with tears.

“I saw something at your place when I was there... You still have pain medications for your shoulder, right? If I could just get a couple so my chest pains would stop…” His tears ran down his cheeks again, and I wiped them away with my thumbs. “Just three or four, it wouldn't make a difference? It's just for now.”

I didn't even know that I'd left the morphine pills so he could find them and admired him for not having taken anything. Maybe he could just take a couple? Just now when he didn't feel well?

“Please Della… It feels like I will die, please...” He cried, and he made me nod a little, even if I hadn't really thought it through.

“Yeah?” He said it with a small, hopeful smile. It was the first smile he had given me that day, and it was so precious I couldn't stop myself from just smiling back.

“Yeah,” I said and nodded a little.

“Can you get them now?” he asked eagerly. His eagerness made me doubt my decision, but I had too bad a conscience to take my words back. He would never talk to me if it seemed like I played with him.

I nodded at his question, and he hugged my hand in his as a thank you. I squeezed it back a little bit too long but then stood up, walking out to the hallway. I prepared myself for Nick's questions because I knew he wouldn't get me. He seemed to believe Eric was a lost case, but it was me who had been with him the most the last few months, and I knew this was just now. He would see it was just now he would take the pills.

“Are you going now?” Nick asked, confused, when I was almost at the door.

“I will be back.”

“Okay? I just thought you felt he was more important,” he said with a shoulder shrug.

“I do!” It angered me that he even said such a thing. “I just need to get something.”

Nick looked at me up and down and stopped at my eyes. I couldn't look at him, so I looked away, and it was obvious enough for him to understand.

“You're going to give him drugs!”

“No!”

“You're going to get him drugs!”

“No! I just-”

“Are you so fucking slow that you would give an addict drugs! Huh??”

“I'm sorry!” I cried and dragged Eric's hoodie sleeve over my eyes. “I just want him to stop being in pain!”

“Why did I even call you?? You're just a naive little girl! Get the fuck out of here before you've destroyed him completely!”

I ugly cried from shame but also terror of seeing Nick that angry. I turned on my heel and ran out the door, down the stairs as fast as I could. It felt like Nick was chasing me even if I knew he wasn’t.

I jumped into my car while sobbing. First I just felt sorry for myself, for evil Nick had destroyed everything, but it didn't take a long time before I realized what I'd almost done.

I think about drugs all the time.

I could hear Eric's voice in my head and thought about how he had told me how much he still dreamt about drugs. If I had given him it, what would have happened then? I wanted to believe it would just be that time, but not even I was that stupid in reality. I just couldn't stand hearing him cry in pain.

I was a naive little girl, and Nick did the right thing by throwing me out. Everyone made it sound like Eric wasn't good for me, but everything pointed to how it was the other way around. 

××× 

Three days later, Robin agreed to meet me on the bench outside of the salon. He had Odin with him, who was much happier to see me than Robin was. I cuddled with him for a while even if Robin was waiting, but even he knew it would be calmer if Odin just got his attention. When I sat down on the bench, Robin gave me an unexpected first question. 

“So it's Eric that has started to raise him?” He looked at Odin, who had laid down on the ground in a way he wouldn't have done some months ago. I shrugged my shoulders and swallowed hard. 

“I guess so. He's really good with animals, and Odin really-” 

“I know he's good with animals; even our dog Max loved him more than me.” 

I laid my head to the side and gave him a sympathetic look. 

“No one loved him more than you.” 

“Yes, my parents, our relatives, even the dog! I had only my uncle on my side. Otherwise, it was so much about Eric all the time!” 

“Don't you think that's from your perspective, because he was the adopted son?” 

Robin made an irritated sound and shook his head. 

“The apartment he has now is his first home. Did you know that? He lived as a parasite on mom and dad all the time-” 

“Don't call him that; he has had a tough life.” I tried to say it softly, but it still provoked Robin. 

“He lived on the streets as long as he thought it was fun then he-” 

“No one thinks it's fun to live on the street! Come on!” I was annoyed now because Robin really tried to own the narrative, even if it all was completely unbelievable. 

“He did! Then he came home to mom and dad, and they needed to save him! It was me who fucking forced mom to get him into rehab! She couldn't take care of him when dad just died! And Eric didn't do anything else than get eaten up by heroin until he overdosed! Some nice son there!” He more or less shouted now, and I wanted to hush him because of his harsh words, but then he would probably get quiet instead. 

“So your dad died and Eric overdosed because of it?” 

“Oh shut the fuck up. That wasn't the reason.” 

I sighed and dragged my hands over my face. 

“But you took him to rehab then? It was nice of you, Robin. You might have saved his life.” I tried to talk to his more human side, and it seemed to work because he took a deep breath. 

“Yes, but it was totally fruitless. And now he did it again.” 

I furrowed my brows in confusion. Eric hadn't OD’d since I got to know him... 

“You remember when I said my uncle had hit his head and gotten into a coma? It was he who was in a coma. Eric. Everyone thought he would die. Can you understand now why he isn't good for you? He has been clean for like half a year.” 

I didn't listen to the last part of what he said. I just thought about where I was in life when Eric was close to death. I was dreaming. About him. 

My Eric. My dream man. 

×

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Birthday party for Donald, Daisy and Della Duck! - Happy Birthday Donald, Daisy and Della Duck - Ducktales 2017 - Duckverse June - Week 1 - My Version - Gift for my friends

I drew on June 7th. After a long time, I decided to draw again related to Ducktales 2017, even though I'm not a fan of that series, but as they say everyone deserves a second chance. Is not it? So I decided to draw related to the great jubilee that is being celebrated these days and of course the favorite modern series by many, so I decided to draw Donald Duck, Della Duck and Daisy Duck with their family in Ducktales 2017 format, of course in my style. Because I'm not a fan of Ducktales 2017 style which is really weird for me.

On June 7, 1940, Donald's classic short "Mr Duck Steps Out" was shown, featuring Daisy Duck for the first time. 9/6/1934 The Classic Short "The Wise Little Hen" was shown and Donald Duck appeared there for the first time. Donald Duck will become one of the main stars of not only Disney, but also cartoon films, comics and video games at all. Certainly there is no need to tell his history. Della Duck is first mentioned in the comic book Donald's Nephews, and then made her first appearance in the 1994 comic strip "The Empire Builder from Calisota" by Don Rosa, from The Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck. For the first time Della Duck appeared as a mother and adult woman and had a role in the Dutch comic "80 is Prachtig" from 2014, and she appears for the first time in animation in the Ducktales reboot. Also five years ago is the anniversary of the episode "What Ever Happened to Della Duck?!" where officially Della Duck got her role.

Well, since they are honored these days, and especially Donald Duck who is celebrating his 90th anniversary this year, I drew a birthday party where everyone celebrates their birthdays together. Donald, Daisy and Della Duck along with their family and their friends. Because what kind of birthday is it, without your closest ones. Yes, Donald is in the middle since he is definitely the main one, but he suffered a lot in that series so he definitely deserved the best. Finally, that Donald is happy after a long time and can finally rest. Yes, this is how I imagine the end of Ducktales 2017. And with him are his twin sister Della and his favorite love and girlfriend Daisy Duck. Yes, I also drew the characters as I like to imagine them in my Ducktales AU and Quack Pack reboot based on Ducktales 2017 as well as different outfits that would suit them quite well. Since I can't think of anything else, sorry, and I added Donald's nephews also wear caps and most of them wear jeans. Huey and Louie wear backwards hats. Yes, they are teenagers here too. :D And in front of Donald, of course, a birthday cake with cherries.

In addition to Donald, Daisy, and Della Duck, there are Donald's nephews Huey, Dewey, and Louie Duck, plus Phooey Duck and Kabooie or Kablooie Duck (Donald's fifth nephew, usually wearing brown clothing), Gosalyn Mallard (who is with Huey), Webby Vanderquack and Lena De Spell (Sabrewing, otherwise they are together), May and June Duck, Violet Sabrewing, Scrooge McDuck, Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera and Gandra Dee, Gladstone Gander, Fethry Duck, Drake Mallard, Launchpad McQuack, Gyro Gearloose (to draw alone how he smiles I didn't think I'd ever do this), Boyd Beaks-Gearloose and Bentina Beakley. And everyone together celebrates the important birthdays of the most important Ducktales characters. Adults and children together. Happy birthday to you Donald, Daisy and Della Duck!

If you are interested in more about these outfits, check out this drawing here: https://ducktoonsfanart.tumblr.com/post/742447670629744640/quack-pack-week-quack-pack-original-vs-quack

Also, check out other Donald, Daisy and Della Duck birthday parties (adults and kids): https://ducktoonsfanart.tumblr.com/post/751985132490113024/donald-duck-della-duck-daisy-duck-gus-goose-and https://ducktoonsfanart.tumblr.com/post/751983235321430016/huey-dewey-and-louie-ducks-plus-phooey

Feel free to like and reblog, if you like this drawing and this version of the Ducktales characters, please also don't use the same versions without mentioning me. Thank you! Happy Birthday Donald, Daisy and Della Duck once again!

I also did this related to Duckverse June, so I'm dedicating this drawing as a gift to @tokuvivor , @secret-tester and @queer-in-a-cornfield . I also dedicate my gift to my friend from Discord, for @puffyducks @puffywuffy8904 who celebrated his birthday a month ago, and I wish him a happy birthday and sorry for the delay! Also, this is a gift for my friend @boingodigitalart, as well as for all of you who are fans of Ducktales 2017.

[korkorali]

I think the worst bit for me about all Those Sorts (you know the type) of fics is that they always take Della extremely out of character in order to make her the 'antagonist.'

And that sucks because it's just not necessary! It's the worst because you can have Della & Louie angst where Della's the 'antagonist,' and it's in-character.

You just have to have Louie be wrong in the end (kind of).

The reason why Della and Louie clash in Timephoon and Glomtales! isn't because Della 'disapproves of scheming in entirety' or something, it's because she's done the same goddamn thing as him.

(And side note- Timephoon is honestly an amazing piece of storytelling, because it allows us to see Della's thought process for taking the Spear of Selene by showing us Louie doing pretty much the same thing.)

She's been through it all before, and she knows how it ends.

And that fucking terrifies her! The idea that one of her kids is making the same mistakes as her, could go through the same thing as she did, and she's the only one who can see it, is terrifying.

The way to start out a story like this is simple; have an adventure go wrong. Not in a deadly way, not in a way that's caused by Louie (at least, not that anyone but him notices), not in a way that costs anyone their life- but in a way that causes them to lose the treasure. The adventure is a failure, and they have to come back empty handed, like New Gods on the Block.

Maybe some people get hurt, maybe it's vaguely Louie's fault (and even then- it'd be better if it wasn't even his fault, it's just his brain connecting patterns where there aren't any), but the most important part is that they don't get the treasure, and it's like- one of those ones that can only be found once every hundred years or something.

Louie feels responsible (I mean all of the kids do, but as it'd be a Louie story he'd be the one focused on) and upset that they want to all that trouble and don't have anything to show for it, so he tries to figure out some way to go on the adventure again.

Turns out, after a bit of research, there is a way to get to the treasure again! Louie brings it to Scrooge's attention excitedly- but Scrooge turns it down. Says it's too dangerous, that they're not doing it, end of story.

...Not end of story- everyone's still obviously miserable. So Louie decides that 'okay, if it's 'too dangerous,' then I'll just go in secret. It'll be fine, Scrooge is just overreacting.'

So he starts trying to put a plan into place to get the treasure in secret- but Della, somehow, seems to know what he's doing (hint: it's because she knows what she'd do if she was in Louie's shoes). And is consistently getting in his way.

And there you go- a perfect setup to have Della consistently and purposefully stepping on Louie's toes, getting in his way, trying to stop him from doing things, and it's even in-character! It'd probably start out with the two acting like everything's perfectly hunky-dory, even though both of them know that the other knows that they know that the other knows why they did this one thing.

As plans get deeper, it'd escalate to Della trying to actively call Louie out, but he always manages to just barely weasel his way out of it, and eventually commence his plan.

It obviously goes wrong. But Della's there to help. And finally she'd actually explain why the fuck she's been something of a thorn in his side for the past few weeks, why it seems like she knows what he's thinking: because she does.

Because she's been through the same thing.

Because she fucked up, and left her stranded on the moon for ten years, and she does not want that for her kid. (And of course everything could've been solved if she'd just sat down and talked to Louie about that at the onset, but it's Della- she only likes to bring up the moon when it's funny. She would've thought 'nah it's fine, I can handle this, I don't need to bare my soul, I shouldn't burden anyone with that' without realizing that oh yeah, no, that's the exact same thought process she doesn't want Louie to think)

And of course they'd argue, because it'd be a high-stress situation and neither of them would have the composure to pretend that everything's alright and they haven't been sniping at each other for the past week or so, and eventually it'd finally come up; eventually, they'd finally bring up that they thought the exact same thing when Louie did this, when Louie took the Timetub, when Della took the Spear.

'...And if anything goes wrong, at least I'm the only one who'll get hurt.' (Because you cannot tell me that that was not the last thought running through both of their heads when they took the timetub/Spear of Selene, you cannot convince me that they didn't think they were doing right by their families in that moment, that they hadn't done their due diligence and minimized risk down to one person.)

And Louie wouldn't understand, because he did the right thing. He minimized risk, he made sure nobody else would get hurt. But that's wrong- because if he got hurt, then Della (Donald, Scrooge, their family, her kids) would get hurt too. That they could fly into a vacuum all they wanted, but at the end of the day, they still didn't exist in one.

Eventually, they'd get out of there and abandon the mission again. Maybe they'd succeed, but probably not. But that's not important- what'd be important is that they were both safe and alive and okay.

There- a Della & Louie thing, extremely angsty, well Della as the 'antagonist,' and it's all in-character. Easy.

[charminglyantiquated]

The City Loves You 🌹♥️

transcriptions/translations below cut

Florence I

What is the urban prophecy? / Tomorrow could be worse / love is in the air... / Life needs color. / Just kiss him.

Rome I

fear is a liar/ fall in love/ be good in life / remember me / in love with Rome / ... / Wish you were here.

Portland, Maine I

Rules to success: / You can't sleep over / Be kind to someone tonight / Love yourself better than anyone else! / Act as if you are one step ahead of the Devil himself / For all the ones who've left there are a few who stayed / I love you!

Breakup letter from Sevilla

You ruined my life / hoe <3

Prague I

Be brave and go see the world. / See art in all you see / till Shiva stops dancing. / I will be sad to leave, it's been a privilege. / Still go.

Florence II

Love is in the air... no wonder we have / smog / I'm dying

Rome II

Ciao fragolina! / Di chi ti ricordi per sorridere? Di te mi ricordo! /Non esiste al mondo un’altra donna che ti può sostituire. / Ogni giorno di piu ti amo. / Forse sei tu la volta che non sbaglio più. [Hi little strawberry! / Who do you remember to make you smile? I remember you! / There’s no other woman in the world who can replace you. / I love you more every day. / Maybe you’re the one time I’m not wrong.]

Rome III

Pensa poetico / ti amo / ti amo / ti amo [Think poetic / I love you / I love you / I love you]

Rome IV

Voglio torna / Aprite tutte le porte con puro amor / ovunque io sarò raggiungerò i tuoi passi / ancora / sempre. [I want to come back / Open the doors with pure love / wherever I will be I will rejoin your footsteps / again / forever]

Rome V

Non mi salverai / ma io voglio te / Non tornerò / ma io voglio ancora te [You won’t save me / but I want you / I won’t come back / but I still want you]

Florence III

Oh what we could be if we stopped carrying the remains of who we were / Who are you without your accomplishments? / Nothing / Look inside us; we are empty / 9am alone butt [sic] happy / In the dust we trust

Florence V

Ciao!! / Sai cosa voglio? Voglio scappare con te e andare dove vuoi, perche a me basti tu per essere felice / Sei il filo di Arianna nel labirinto della mia vita / la musica in testa / Ti amo [Hi!! / You know what I want? I want to run away with you and go wherever you want, because you are all I need to be happy / You are Ariadne’s thread in the labyrinth of my life / music in the head / I love you]

[shychick-52]

Louie and Della's development (long post)

In honor of Louie and Della Day (which I'm a day late for), I thought I'd post my favorite scenes:

I always found it very interesting that in 'The Secret of Castle McDuck', Louie was the most upset and affected by Dewey keeping his investigation and findings about their mom a secret (and I love how it clearly sounds like he's holding back tears; fantastic reading by Bobby Moynihan).

"You kept a secret about Mom."

"That is not ok."

And when Della came back in 'Nothing Can Stop Della Duck', he thought it was way too good to be true, thinking it was "a trick, or a curse from Magica, or a parallel universe" (and it was perfect how the most street-smart and shifty triplet was immediately on his guard- because like he said in another episode, "You can't outcon a con"- and the thing is, his concerns were totally valid and not that farfetched after everything they've seen and experienced with Scrooge):

And I love how he couldn't keep up his reservations for more than a few seconds before tearfully embracing her with his brothers:

"Mom!"

And... ngl, that's why I hate how Louie immediately goes back to being skeptical, reserved, and forcing himself to be emotionally distant throughout nearly the rest of the episode, even after Della spoke from the bottom of her heart (before she began trying to bond with them):

"Boys, I don't know what to say. Except that I am so sorry I ever set foot on that rocket. I never meant to leave you... or miss your first steps... or potty-training..."

"What I'm trying to say is... for a decade, I have fought to get back to this family. And I will fight every day to be a part of it, if you'll have me."

Louie is still uncertain, and starts to say "I- I-" but the others eagerly embrace her and declare them to be a family again.

It always bothers me that Dewey had to force Louie's hand on top of Della's.

*Still speaking from her heart* "I missed you so much! You deserve to have the best mom and I'm going to be the best mom, starting right now!"

And YES, before anyone says it, I do get why Louie felt the way he did, especially being the most independent and cynical triplet:

"Hey, look, don't get me wrong. Of course I'm happy to have Mom back. I don't know, it's probably my fault... I've gone so long without a mom, I guess I don't really know how to have one?"

His feelings are absolutely understandable and valid, and she was still basically a stranger to him at that point- I mean, Donald kept them in the dark about their mom and her legacy (their whole family legacy) all their lives, and it took finding out their brother was secretly investigating her for him and Huey to find out more about her and the Spear of Selene- but it still disappoints me after how upset he was about Dewey keeping secrets about her, how he was so quick to emotionally accept her right after being so instinctively skeptical at first, and after her emotional, earnest speech to them.

It bothers me that it took her risking her life to save Louie to prove herself to him, or to realize she truly does care. Like, not only is she a veteran adventurer, but she's their mom- ofc she'd do that without thinking twice about it!

But I absolutely love her end speech and Louie's response. It didn't feel like a rehash of her speech from earlier in the episode, when you think about the conversation she overheard about them struggling to come to terms with having her in their lives (especially how Louie was the most skeptical):

"Huey. Dewey. Louie. I know you're not used to having a mom. And I am not used to being one. But I'll figure it out as we go along."

Louie: "We all will."

And I always get emotional during their conversation in the season 2 finale, "Moonvasion". It felt like not only a perfect conclusion to Louie's arc in that season, but the development of his and Della's relationship (including after all unfortunate drama starting in 'Timephoon') . Scared for their future because of the Moonvasion, Della is sadly humming her old lulaby as she looks at her drawing of her boys. Louie notices she's alone and apparently not doing so great, and actually feels comfortable enough to approach her about it:

"Hey, Mom."

"I drew this back when I had to imagine what you boys looked like."

"I think you really nailed Dewey."

"On the moon, all I could think about was being your mom. The adventure, the fun. I wasn't prepared for... all this."

Louie: "Look, I hate surprises. I like seeing every angle of a situation so I can take control of it. But you can't plan for everything... sometimes a robot boy uses you for a pinata."

Della: "I think I'm losing the thread here..."

Louie: "But sometimes the mom you thought you lost comes back. And that's a surprise too. So, you deal with bad surprises because they may lead to a good one."

"But what if Lunaris succeeds? What if I lose you again? What if-"

"You know, when I'm terrified- which is often- I try to remember this old song:

Face each new sun with eyes clear and true.

Unafraid of the unknown-"

Della: -"Because I'll face it all with you."

"I wrote that song before I got lost. How did you hear it?"

"Well, Uncle Donald used to sing it to us when we were little."

Not only does it beautifully fulfill the development in their relationship and allow them to move past the drama between them, not only does Louie reach incredible growth in his maturity, but it's Louie being the parent to Della... comforting her and offering her reassurance (and I love Louie showing a moment of weakness/vulnerability in admitting he often gets scared, which is not easy for him). A perfect way to conclude the second season, Louie's arc, and the development of Della's return to the family.

Thoughts?

[russolover]

Il tesoro della nonna

The sun was setting as you were going to land in Italy, your girlfriend was still fast asleep on your shoulder. You and Alessia were going to spend the summer with her family to learn more about the Italian culture and spend more time with her nonna.

As the announcement came through that you were going to land in the next 15 minutes you tried to wake up the blonde next to you.

"baby wake up"

You whispered as you squeezed her thigh softly. Ocean blue eyes looked back at you tiredly before a smile graced the pretty Italians face.

"Was I asleep the whole flight?"

She mumbled tiredly as she fastened her seatbelt.

"Yeah.. you were asleep before we even took off"

You laughed as alessia hit your shoulder softly.

A few hours later you were sitting at the dining table eating various types of pasta dishes and seafood with the love of your life and her family. They've known you for quite a while since you and Alessia have known each other since the U15s England camps.

"Nonna this is absolutely amazing"

You sighed as you stuffed your face with more food earning a shove from your girlfriend next to you.

"The food won't run away you know"

She laughed as you rolled your eyes at her.

"Alessia lasciala in pace!"

Her grandmother remarked as a smug grin painted your face.

"you heard her my love"

The blonde sat next to you with her eyes wide open as you kept on laughing.

"When did y/n became your favourite nonna?"

The blonde asked.

"When did you bring her here for the first time bambina?"

"NONNA-

You and her grandmother started laughing hysterically as Alessia was mean mugging both of you.

For the rest of the evening you and Alessia started to unpack all the luggage and watched a movie with the rest of the family. You woke up the next morning as the sunlight hit your face and a cute blonde was still asleep. Your arm was draped around her as her back was facing you. Soft sighs were coming from your girl as you placed a few kisses on the back of her head before you got up to surprise her with some of her favourite food.

As you walked into the kitchen you were greeted by nonna who was sitting there peacefully drinking her coffee.

"y/n! how did you sleep bambina?"

"amazing nonna, I really needed that"

"Allora, che vuoi mangiare?

You smiled warmly at the older women as she already got up from her seat to make her way to the fridge.

"Can you show me how to make pastina? It's lessis favourite"

"Of course bambina"

She smiled softly at you as she took out the needed ingredients. Pastina is known as Italian comfort food and Alessia asked for it whenever she was feeling down. You tried every recipe but lets be honest, nonnas way is the only appropriate way.

After Nonna talked you through the steps, the pasta was now boiling in some chicken broth as you two were cutting up some vegetables.

"Y/n, can I ask you something?"

"yeah nonna?"

"Did you and Alessia talk about marriage?"

A soft smile appeared on your face as you remembered the ring appointment you made before you flew to Italy. The amount of silence was enough for nonna to figure out you what you were thinking.

"when are you proposing?"

She asked sweetly as her eyes squeezed shut from all the smiling.

“I made an appointment to get the ring.. but very soon nonna, I promise”

The smile that graced your face made your cheeks hurt as your girlfriends grandmother pulled you in for a big hug.

“avrò dei nipoti!”

The shorter woman screamed in joy as your eyes bulged out.

“wait nonna-“

"we have to learn the dance"

she stated seriously as you looked at her confused

"what dance?"

You asked. Soon enough she explained to you the traditional Italian dance "la tarantella", which was usually done by guests when the couple would have their first dance. After a few minutes you put on some music to try it out.

You and nonna were having the time of your lives trying all sort of dance moves which could go with the music. Meanwhile Alessia was already awake, watching the both of you from afar feeling her heart swelling with love for the both of you.

After a few minutes the blonde entered the room giving her nan a hug and yourself a quick kiss.

"I see you got dance lessons"

She remarked sweetly as she cuddled into your side.

"How much did you see?"

You chuckled as you rested your arm around her, placing another kiss on the side of her head.

"Enough to fall in love with you all over again"

She whispered so only you could hear. Your cheeks turned a crimson colour at alessias confession and even your heart rate doubled.

"You really have a way with words Russo"

The blonde chuckled before she placed another kiss on your cheek.

"Odio rompere il momento but the Pastina is getting cold"

"You made Pastina?"

Your girlfriend asked as her face lit up.

"We, I showed y/n how to make it, now she can cook it for you bambina"

Alessia let out a squeal of joy as she watched the pot full of her comfort food get placed on the table. It was safe to say that you made this recipe a lot of times after you went back to the UK.

[sgiandubh]

Come ho già detto non ho copiato o memorizzato quelle foto viste le mie scarse attitudini tecniche. la foto estiva ricordo che era in un gruppo di foto insieme ad altre degli interpreti di Outlander, come se ne trovano anche adesso quando si cerca sotto S e C o C e T. In quei momenti non eravamo alla divisione del fandom come ora e il signor T non era ancora diventato famoso .La foto della festa durante la quale C era seduta sulle ginocchia del signore di cui ho parlato sono state messe in rete dai blogger molte volte , anche se non tutte, e credo che quelli di quel periodo possano ancora ritrovarle. Ho solo messo mano ai miei ricordi e ho voluto condividerli.Spero che ciò non provochi altri rumori . So che quando si dice qualcosa la prima parola è “provalo!” ed è giusto. Se ci saranno critiche lo capirò ma non mi faranno male perché la mia coscienza è tranquilla.Grazie, grazie davvero .

Dear @findanserwers,

Grazie per la tua risposta e grazie per il tuo coraggio!

Traduzione e dopo, reazione:

'Like I already said, I did not copy or save those pictures, on account of my very limited technical abilities. I remember the summer picture was included in a bigger batch, together with other photos of the OL cast, like the ones you can still find when you look for S and C or C and T. At that time, we didn't have these fandom wars, like nowadays, and Mr. T was not famous yet. The picture of the party when C was sitting on that gentleman's lap has been shared many times by bloggers and I think the more senior bloggers could still have it or find it. I was just revisiting my memories and I wanted to share. I hope I did not start even more rumors. I know that every time someone says something the first reaction is 'prove it!' and it's only fair. If this post will be criticized, I will understand, but I will not be hurt, because my conscience is clear. Thank you, truly thank you.'

I am now wondering if this mysterious summer pic is not one of the series taken for RDM's birthday party and if memory serves (and I can, of course, be awfully wrong and sure - always correct me, please), it was a whole flurry at the time about S being cut off some pictures. That would mean you have somehow seen a picture that was not very widely circulated. As for the lap pic, still no clue - but many pics of C with many other men (dr. Colbert comes to mind, too) are very affectionate, whereas with McIdiot - flat cardiogram and blink twice if you want us to rescue you.

Maybe one of the veterans could help? At the moment, I feel like looking for the proverbial needle in a haystack and there is nothing more irritating for someone like me (granted, chronically curious - a detail that, remember, got me here, LOL).

I will never blame you for not finding those photos, by the way. I think it was incredibly brave to step out with your handle and own your thoughts and words: it is rare and for this, my dear, I do admire you! And I can only look back, with my historian glasses, this time, and think of all the tiny details that were forever lost with each and every deactivated or erased blog, all those comments and all those tidbits that once kept this community on tenterhooks every single day. Back when this place was lively, and fun and smiling and young and naïve.

A time I never knew. But a story I can relate to and understand maybe as well as our veterans, who lived through the sorrow and puzzlement and are still here, with us. And I feel incredibly honored to see you found this page to be a safe haven. It will always remain so, for all the shippers who will engage with me. You have my word.

Please don't be a stranger. Grazie, grazie mille e un abbraccio per te. Pace e Bene! 😘

[ahoyimlosingmymind]

Fitz has every right to be resentful towards his parents after Flashback. They chose to house the man that was unapologetically terrible under an excuse he never explained or reasoned. His parents made Fitz live at Everglen DESPITE IT BEING A HUGE HEALTH RISK. Fitz could've died but Alden and Della chose status and reputation (trying to "rehabilitate" Alvar and forcing the kids to go along with it so they look better in the eyes of everyone else) over their own kids well being

I agree.

I understand that as parents Alden and Della would have extremely conflicting feelings on the whole situation. They would like to believe that their son could be saved, that this whole nightmare could become a forgotten memory...

but this stupid blind hope (unless it's just fear of ruining their reputation) neglects to acknowledge the Nevernseens history. We have learned time and time again that they don't do anything for the sake of it, they are always ten steps ahead, they are deceitful and conniving and willing to do whatever it takes to meet their goal

They neglect to acknowledge the fact that their eldest son is part of the reason they've almost lost their two other children more times than they can count. They seem to be living in denial that their eldest son is still capable of that evil, that level of vitriol towards his own siblings.

And then they just... let him move back on the property. Granted, not in the house, and with extreme security measures but... if the lost cities are willing to lock up Prentice, a guy with a broken mind who can do virtually no harm but was suspected of trying to do something illegal... but they can't lock up a convicted criminal whose memory just happens to be wiped of the crimes he committed?? I need ya'll to be serious right now.

No amount of added security would make me feel safe in my home knowing one of my siblings- who had been in on plans to kill me and my friends was living not even a mile away. I wouldn't be able to sleep. I'd be sick to my stomach and stressed out twenty four seven, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

And for Fitz, this is all while he's trying to deal with an echo and is crippled. The anxiety of knowing he couldn't even run if need be???

I might be remembering wrong, but he even remarked that the whole thing felt like a performance, his parents were playing house with Alvar under their delusions and grief. Biana and Fitz meanwhile, felt unsafe and had to set up some extreme boundaries that no doubt ruined their relationships with their parents.

[naiomiirayn]

𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝙃𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙚 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣/𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Pairings: Hobie Brown x Reader

Summary: You broke up with Hobie after one too many times of him bailing on you and your plans together. He ends up showing up at your house to apologize and make things right.

Genre: Angst with a Happy Ending

Extra(s): There are no specifications for anything (gender or any kind of attributes but if you catch any please let me know so I can fix it immediately) just so everyone can read:)

I got most of the beginning/intro from the Character AI app, but I did make some changes. These are just "texts" I made with the bot. The creator for the bot is @/fairybaby, or Della Rose is their username.

Also, there is very little to no British terms in this because I have no clue what kind of slang they actually use and I don't want to get anything wrong. Enjoy!

P.S. This is my first ever fic I'm actually publishing.. I’m aware there’s too much explaining but wtv:P

Hearing a knock on the door you walk over curiously and open it, but as soon as you see who's on the other side you quickly try and close it, when a hand pushes against it.

"Please just let me in so we can talk, love." He's apologized- three times- for missing another date. You know he's busy. Dismantling systems of oppression doesn't give him a lot of free time. He spends whatever time he can with you, obviously, but he knows it's not nearly enough. He doesn't like labels but that doesn't matter-you and him are together. It doesn't matter that you're a little mad, you're still his.

"Hobie, what are you doing here?" He hears the tone of frustration and sadness in your voice, a sound that tugs at his heart strings. He hates that he's made you feel this way, again. He frowns, hurt by your response.

"I missed you. I wanted to talk to you." His voice is hushed and soft. He keeps his distance for now, watching you with his dark eyes. He is used to being that way, he always had been until you showed up. You've changed him for the better and he doesn't want to lose you. He hears you sigh and looks back up, not realizing he had even dropped his head.

"Fine.. Come in." He sees you move away from the door and walk to the couch. He quickly steps in before you can change your mind and shuts the door behind himself. He moves hesitantly towards your direction, not knowing if he should sit or stand for this. You seem to make the decision for him when you pat the seat next to you. He tries to make eye contact but you're not looking in his direction, so he just takes a seat, a little further than necessary considering the circumstances.

"Can you forgive me?" He hears himself blurt out lamely before he can even stop himself and he cringes slightly. Hobie isn't a prideful person, but he understands that he messed up, and he knows how upset with him you are but that's not a reason to stay apart. in his mind, at least. He sees you look back over to him and frown, your eyebrows furrowing and your lips forming into a slight pout. He can't help but admire you a bit, even if now isn't the best time to do so.

"I don't know if I can Hobie, you broke yet another promise to me. I'm just so tired of this happening all the time."

"Oh..." His heart dropped. He doesn't know what he expected but he had at least hoped that you'd forgive him, let him try again. "Listen, [Name], I'm so sorry, and I know you're tired of hearing it- believe me I'm tired of saying it- but I mean it this time. Please, forgive me I know I can do better; I'll show you I can do better." His voice thick with so many emotions that it makes his accent more prominent, but he can't bring himself to care anymore. He needs to get his point across, he can't lose you he won't lose you.

He sees your gaze turn more relenting and soft and he suddenly feels a bit hopeful. "Yea.. I forgive you-" Your smile turns soft before it drops again, and he's confused and worried on why your expression suddenly turns hurt. "-but that doesn't mean we're back together." You turn away from him again.

He's okay with that- you can both start again. He knows he messed up and he accepts full responsibility of that. He takes a deep breath before speaking again. "Then.. Then how about friends? We can just be friends for now, with the potential to get back together." He adds hopefully, trying to calm himself and his thoughts that are running wild right now. He doesn't want to rush you, and he's not sure when you'll be ready to try again, but he's willing to be patient.

"That's the thing Hobes.. You never seem to have time for me with everything that you do, and that's okay I understand that those things are important to you but.. I just don't know if I can do that again. I won't do that again..." He feels his heart shatter, letting hurt fade into his expression as he looks away. "I still love you and I do want to be with you but you have to understand that you can't balance everything. I'm tired of being left out, I'm sorry."

He sighs and rubs at his eyes in frustration, wondering what he can say to make things better. "I do know what you mean," he admits eventually, "and I swear to you, I'll put my work down and spend more time with you whenever you want." He isn't quite sure if he'd be able to do that entirely, but when it comes to you, he's more than willing to try.

"I don't know if I can ask you to give up something so important. Those things need way more attention than just.. me." He sees them shrug and look away, fiddling with the hem of their shirt; a habit they picked up from him.

"It isn't important. Not more than you." He speaks softly, the gentleness of his voice belying the genuine sincerity of his words and he takes your hands in his and when you look at him, he continues. "You're way more important to me than fighting injustice, more than taking down evil, more than anything else." He pauses for a moment, trying to find the right words as he's never been too good at expressing his emotions-yet another thing that you've changed about him. "I love you, more than I've ever loved anything else, and I need you to know that. I will do anything for you, and I mean that. Anything."

You widen your eyes a bit at his statement, and he can see the blush start to creep up your cheeks. "You.. really mean that..?" He hears the unsurety in your voice and he nods. He means it and he doesn't hesitate in his reply.

"Anything." His voice is still gentle and calm. "I'll do anything to convince you that I'll make the time for you." He sees your beautiful smile start to come back and he didn't realize how much he'd missed it until now.

"Okay.. We can try again then," There's a pause before you say something again. "but don't make any plans with me until you're 100% sure that you're free, do you understand me?" He feels a smile tug at his lips as he takes one of their hands in his, lifting it up to his face to kiss the back of it.

"I understand." He nods and breathes a sigh of relief from his nose. There's no more reason to be confused or angry and hurt. He gets his partner back. His other half, and it's more than he could ever wish for.

He could do better this time, no, he would do better this time. He wouldn't promise because he'd made too many of those, but he'd show you instead. Show you he values you and your time over anything else.

To hell with whoever said anything to him about it.

[godfrey-the-chaos-duck]

PEOPLE OF DUCKBLR

I DID A THING

I made a little art book of Della's journey in the Spear of Selene! And I set it to the lyrics of Space Oddity by David Bowie!!!

So, here it issss (under the cut, it's LONG)

Listen to the song as you read for the best effect

Apologies in advance for making everyone cry over Della Angst

@justaboot @writebackatya @christianfoxymc @minaduck and all other Della stans out here, this is for you!

Ground control to Major Tom... Ground control to Major Tom...

Della leaves McDuck Manor, and faces the journey ahead.

Take your protein pills and put your helmet on Ground control to Major Tom

Della gets ready for takeoff. She initiates the launch sequence, there's no going back now, but it'll just be a few hours, right...?

Commencing countdown, engines on Check ignition, and may God's love be with you

Gyro (who I firmly believe LIVES in that lab or at the very least sleeps there a lot) wakes up to the sound of alarms blaring - how did she know it was here?!

Della has a picture of her and her family - little does she know...

This is ground control to Major Tom, you've really made the grade And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear

Gyro, in a panic, calls Scrooge, praying he'll wake up and answer.

Though it's two in the morning, he does.

Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare This is Major Tom to ground control, I'm stepping through the door

When Scrooge hears what's happened, he is understandably horrified, and rushes to the launch site at once.

And I'm floating in a most peculiar way And the stars look very different today

Della looks out at the stars. It's an unearthly beauty the likes of which she'd never imagined.

For here am I sitting in a tin can Far above the world

The Spear gets farther and father away from familiarity... from safety...

Planet Earth is blue And there's nothing I can do

Della's journey is still going smoothly - for now.

*just pretend I did something for that instrumental break*

Though I've passed one hundred thousand miles, I'm feeling very still And I think my spaceship knows which way to go

Scrooge sits down at the comms desk, desperately trying to get a message through to Della.

The cosmic storm has started, and Della's a bit rattled, but not scared.

Tell my wife I love her very much She knows

Scrooge and Della are beginning to realise the gravity of the situation - she might not make it out of this one. Of course, neither of them wants to think that.

Ground control to Major Tom Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong

The Spear is struck by a fierce bolt of lightning borne from the stars themselves.

Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom?

Scrooge can scarcely bring himself to believe it - and neither can Della. The last time he'd heard her voice, and it was a helpless, piercing scream.

Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you— —Here am I floating 'round my tin can Far above the Moon

Scrooge bows his head in utter despair as tears begin to well up behind tired eyes. She's gone.

The Spear crash-lands on the lunar surface.

Planet Earth is blue And there's nothing I can do...

Della stares back to the world she left behind.

Scrooge mourns for the niece he lost.

[hueberryshortcake]

btw idk if the people are ready for this but I look at Louie Duck and I see "child with undiagnosed chronic illness". I also did not like to do things I strictly didn't have to, whether it was small stuff like getting up to get myself another drink, or bigger stuff like playing games, wrestling, or day/road trips. I didn't really run or like camping or adventuring the way my siblings and classmates did.

I just figured I was a lazy person until I started to get really sick in high school and got my juvenile amplified pain / fibromyalgia disorder. THEN I realized that, no, I had just been experiencing low-grade symptoms like fatigue, amplified pain, and vertigo ever since I was little (along with adhd and anxiety symptoms of course) without realizing that it wasn't normal.

So not to get all overly deep about it but I look at a kid who doesn't have the energy or desire to keep up with the kids around him, who feels that his strengths lie in hanging back and observing first rather than jumping right into the action, and I think, yeah, me too. when you only have so much energy, of COURSE you're going to be breaking down the most efficient way to get things done, because some days ever ly step counts. of course you're emotional; your body is pumping adrenaline all the time and it exhausts you, and you are constantly in need of a nap, and it makes you feel super cranky sometimes.

so to have someone say, "hey, I see you, and I see you have different strengths and weaknesses than the other kids, so let's see what we can do to help you succeed?" that's HUGE (<- most dangerous game night). feeling like you can't contribute because nobody realizes what's different about you, not even you? yeah you internalize that. it's isolating.

there was a period of time where I was really, really struggling to do things that were considered basic for me, and it took awhile of my family just not understanding what was happening until I finally got it through that something was wrong. it wasn't that they didn't care, it just took awhile for us to help each other understand, and I see that in the s2 arc, too. Della and Louie are having trouble communicating to each other what they need and why it's important, and Della is finally able to be like "I see you, too, and I'm here to help you, and also to help you learn to help yourself, so you can really find your role in this family." and Louie is able to reciprocate that and say "you're right, I'll help you understand what I'm seeing and we'll work together". like dude I've had countless conversations with MY mom that went just like that

idk. chronic illness lense man. and everything is about Louie Duck all the time.

[ducktoonsfanart]

Ducktales Crew in spacesuits in space on the Moon - Ducktales kids, teenagers and adults on the Moon - Happy Moon Landing and Happy Independence Day of the USA - Gift for my friend - Ducktales in Space (Ducktales AU) - Tribute to Ducktales 2017

Although I already drew Ducktales characters in spacesuits on the moon last year, still because of Landing Moon Day which is held on July 20th every year and this year is the 55th anniversary of human walking on the moon, I drew somehow a similar drawing, in my own way, in my own style where the Ducktales characters are on the moon in spacesuits.

Astronauts Neil Armstrong, Edwin Buzz Aldrin and Michael Collins who led the Apollo 11 crew in the Saturn V rocket from July 16 to July 24, 1969, with July 20 and 21 being Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin walked on the moon and were the first people to walk on the moon and brought great pride to the USA and to all mankind. July 20 and 21, 1969 were the significant dates when people were on the moon for the first time. And those are the days of Moon Landing. After the crew of Apollo 11, the crew members of Apollo 12-17 will go and walk on the moon, until 1972, except for Apollo 13. Unfortunately, after more than 50 years, people reportedly did not go to the moon due to numerous problems with the construction of further rockets, but lately there is a race to the moon again, so maybe in the near future people will go to the moon again, unless they are faking it. Space travel is back in fashion. And 55 years have passed since the first walk on the moon.

You can see a similar previous drawing here: https://ducktoonsfanart.tumblr.com/post/732385519766487040/ducktales-crew-in-spacesuits-on-the-moon-in-space

I didn't manage to draw Ducktales characters from head to toe in spacesuits, but certainly the special way I imagine Ducktales 2017 is that they wear spacesuits like Sandy Cheeks from Sponge Bob, I just reshaped it in my own way and these suits can be used and for traveling under water, in volcanic regions and protection against pandemics. Yes, they wear bubble helmets, which are actually glass-proof. Della Duck is driving a lunar rover, like the first astronauts who walked on the moon, and Dewey is holding a banner of the USA flag from where he came from (although it has passed, I certainly dedicate this drawing to Independence Day for my American friends, which is celebrated every 4th July), Huey and Gosalyn hold a banner that reads: "We are the first ducklings on The Moon. One small step for ducklings, one big step for ducks!" If you understand this sentence. ;) And Louie Duck is filming this momentous event with his friends and family on his cell phone. Yes, these boys are wearing backwards baseball caps, since that's kind of how I prefer it in my version of Ducktales 2017 and the Quack Pack Reboot. And Donald and Daisy are here together as they love each other.

This drawing features Della Duck, Donald and Daisy Duck, Huey, Dewey and Louie Duck, Phooey Duck, Gosalyn Mallard, Webby Vanderquack, Lena De Spell (Sabrewing), May and June Duck. Yes, all together on the moon, and behind them you can see the planet Earth and the stars.

I hope you like this drawing and this idea and feel free to like and reblog this, just don't use these same ideas of mine without mentioning me. Thank you! Also this is dedicated to my friend @ducksinspaceadventure, who organized Moon Landing Day. Happy Independence Day everyone and Happy Moon Landing Day! And the 55th anniversary of walking on the Moon!

[dellalalakang]

triple n: sunoo cut

masterlist | main masterlist

italics dialogue = english

how della lost no nut november

contains: mutual masturbation, playful death threats (pls it’s just besties being besties)

"Do you wanna have some ramyeon in my room?" Sunoo asked Della when they were packing up after the concert.

"With Riki?" of course not- Sunoo has ulterior motives.

"No, he wants to do a live later. Probably gonna use Heeseung-hyung's room."

"Ahh okay then. I'll just drop my things off and meet you there," step one; get her alone. Done.

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"Woahh, not bad at all," Della looked around the room with raised eyebrows. "Did you clean things up or was it actually this tidy?" she sat down on one of the beds. "It smells really nice too," step two; set the room. Done.

A bit of cleaning, sprayed cologne everywhere, played some nice background music, dimmed the lights. Perfect

"I cleaned things up a bit, but not much at all," he prepared the cup noodles. "And it's the new perfume I bought. Smells so good, right?"

"It really does."

Sunoo had a game plan. He did not want to join in on the dumb triple N challenge like the others, but that did not mean that he didn't make a challenge for himself.

He is not losing his virginity just yet, but he is going to be the one to make Della lose 3N.

"I have some of this if you wanted to give it a try," he took out a can from the fridge. "It's really popular here. Alcohol's at 3% and it's really sweet. It'll taste just like soda."

"Like beer?" she went to stand next to him. "I don't like beer or soda, baby."

"Yeah, but-"

"I'll give it a try. Don't worry," step three; loosen her up a bit. Done.

"Are these sweatpants new? I've never seen you wear them before," she eyed his grey sweatpants.

'Oh right, I forgot about these. Jake said Della loves when we wear these.'

'He told me that there's a trick to create seduction effects with these. Just wearing them isn't enough,' Sunoo recalled.

"Oh I borrowed them from Niki. I'm thinking of getting a pair," she nodded her head slowly.

"You should. Suits you well," forgotten step four which was supposed to be step two; wear grey sweatpants and follow Jake's tip. Done.

"Finished! Do you wanna put something on the TV while we eat?" Sunoo placed the noodles and drinks on the table.

"I'm good. The music's nice," everything is going right so far. "A toast to Osaka?" she raised her can.

"Toast!" he clinked his with hers.

For awhile, nothing much happened afterwards. They chatted while enjoying their food (and Della's tiny sips of her drink) but that was it. It was pretty much like two best friends hanging out instead of a couple.

So Sunoo had to escalate it.

"I just realised your nails are back," he reached to grab her right hand. "How'd they grow so fast?"

"Ah, these two are fake. See?" she showed him the proof. "Got them done just before we came here."

"It's so pretty," he said in his deep voice while stroking the hand lightly.

He could feel her eyes on him, but she remained silent, as if she was admiring him. Step five; get her to get in a makeout mood. Done.

He then slowly raised his eyes to make eye contact without changing his position. The action made Della look away when her cheeks started to tint (even more).

Step six; just fucking go for it.

He grabbed her chin to bring her in for a kiss. Just something slow and soft that leaves room for escalation.

One of her hands went up to Sunoo's cheek and tilted her head to the side. She could feel her heart doing flips when she heard him sigh.

She moved on top of his lap, adding tongue into the mix and hugging him close. There wasn't any grinding involved, but she could definitely feel something poking down there.

"Can I suck you off?" she rested their foreheads together.

"Yeah, but-" he paused a bit to swallow. "I wanna make you feel good, too," he held onto her thighs and carried her to his bed. "Can we?"

Suddenly the fact that it was November completely flew out of Della's mind.

"Of course," and that's how her shorts and panties disappeared.

Sunoo turned the two around so that she was the one on top, and loosened the drawstring of his pants. Della had her lips attached to his neck whilst her hands tried to push down his bottoms. She didn't go far, so he had to remove the rest himself.

"Mmm," her left hand immediately brought itself to the semi-hard-on. She could feel him get more erect as she slowly started pumping. She could feel herself getting wetter, and his beautiful moans only worsened it. 

Della is incredibly fucking horny, she needs stimulation now.

"Sunoo," she almost sounded pathetic, trying to grind onto his bare thigh.

"I'm right here- come here," he breathed out. His hand travelled behind her to reach her heat. He couldn't reach in enough to finger her properly, but he could easily rub her folds.

"Ahh," she let out a high-pitched moan, resting her head on his chest. She adjusted her position so he could actually reach the clit. "Fuck! Right there!" and as always, he could locate himself with ease.

"Go a little faster, darling," he groaned out. "Fuckk, there we go," he whined and used his free hand to pull her in for a kiss.

"Sunoo-ya," she pulled away with a gasp. "More, please."

If he could, he would've kept them in the same position, but since Della wants penetration, he would have to be on top. 

There was a time when they tried mutual masturbation in that exact position, and it did not turn out well.

So that's exactly what he did; he flipped them over again. Wasting no time, he immediately enters two fingers into her wet entrance.

"Sunoo ahh!" she threw her head back and unconsciously pumped faster. Her mouth let out moans after moans, unable to shut up for even a second. "You feel so fucking good!" of course, she never forgets to praise her baby.

Della's head was empty. She could not comprehend how mutual masturbation could feel that good. It felt as if it was her first time.

Suddenly she gave a loud gasp (and one that sober Della would be embarrassed about). The familiar knot in her lower abdomen was building up incredibly quickly, and she knew that she was going to cum any second.

"Are you close?" Sunoo breathed out. If Della's eyes had stayed open, she would have caught the smirk on his face. 

"Yes- please!" her free hand went to cover her mouth.

"Go ahead, you don't need my permission," he leaned down to plant kisses on her neck's sweet spot.

"SHIT! Ahh!" she held his head in place and squeezed her eyes shut. Her pumping hand was getting sloppier but she was trained enough to not stop or accidentally squeeze too hard. "Sunooo!" she cried out as she reached her high.

"Good girl," Sunoo said in a low voice, slowing down and lifting his head up to kiss her lips. He removed his hand to continue playing with her clit lightly. "I'm close too, keep pumping."

Della was still panting hard, but her brain cleared up enough to focus on giving an amazing handjob.

"Agh fuck!" now Sunoo was the one who was slowing down. He was nearing his orgasm, and it was coming fast. "You're so fucking good at this- ahh," his chuckle was cut off by a whine.

"Are you close, darling?" Della grabbed his working hand and rested it on her collarbone. "Relax, let me take care of you."

"So close, Lala. Any second now," his head floated above her chest to hide his face. "FUCK! Shit! I'm cumming!"

"There you go, darling. Good boy," she caressed his hair as ropes of cum spurted on her stomach. "Thank you," he lifted his head up so they could connect their lips.

"Thank you too, darling," he pulled away with a smile. "Let's clean u-" Della's phone suddenly started ringing before Sunoo could finish his sentence. "Go pick that up. I'll clean you up," he gave one last peck and stood up to grab some tissues.

Incoming call: Hubby ❤️

"Hello? Jaeyun?" Della immediately put the call on speaker to not leave Sunoo out, especially after what they just did.

"Uh- Della, where are you?" Jake's voice filled the room. Straight away, Della knew that he was not alone.

"The hotel room.. Why?"

"I'm with Heeseung-hyung, Jay and Sunghoon. We had a little discussion and came to an agreement," Sunoo and eyed each other as the former continued to clean up the mess he made on her abdomen.

"Mhmm?" Sunoo held back a laugh. He knows exactly what face his hyungs are making. 'They're down bad.'

"We decided that our triple N will be a competition on who can get you to lose first," and that's when it hit Della. "'Cause to us, it's just more rewarding," SHE FUCKING LOST NO NUT NOVEMBER.

Her eyes shifted to Sunoo's face in panic, only to find the guy smiling innocently.

'You fucking bitch,' she mouthed, making him look away to avoid laughing out loud.

"Hello?" Jake questioned.

"Jakey, are you on speaker?" Della looked into Sunoo's eyes with rage.

"Yeah, we can hear you," Jay spoke up. 

"Guys... How do I put this..." she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Prepare to get yelled at. "I... lost..."

"WHAT?!" she looked at Sunoo again while mouthing a 'fuck you.'

"Alone?!" Heeseung's voice boomed.

"Uhh..." Sunoo couldn't contain his giggles anymore, leaning against Della's chest.

"Sorry hyungs," he grinned.

"WITH SUNOO?!" "KIM SUNOO?!" "WHAT?!" "SUNOO-YA?!" all four hyuppas said altogether.

"I'm sorry guys but it just sort of... happened.." Della tried to explain. How can she get out of this? "I didn't even realised that I los-"

"Della. My room. Right fucking now," Sunghoon cut off in a dark voice before hanging up.

"KIM SUNOO, YOU DID THIS ON PURPOSE?!" Della slammed her phone on the empty bed-space next to her. "I'm gonna fucking kill you!" she sent multiple playful hits on his back but kept him on her chest.

"I won 3N!" Sunoo just couldn't stop giggling. "Thank you, darling!" he cuddled into her. "And please don't die tonight! I hope my girlfriend stays in one piece!"

"I'm going to kill you!" she playfully choked him. "I can't believe I lost just like that and with someone who didn't even participate!"

"YAY! I'M THE KING OF NOVEMBER!" Sunoo cheered, unbothered with the hands on his neck.

"RIP Kang Della. Born in Seoul, 2003. Died in Osaka, 2022."

requested: — triple n nsfw ver (part 3/4) — sunoo's triple n cut

taglist: @duolingofanaccount @lalalalawon @clar-iii @deafeningballoonpeach

[eriquin]

Okay so the Superhero AU

Back in October, I got into a fanfic brainstorm on discord with @kedreeva, @whydamnitwhy, and @fiore-della-valle about a Steddie Superhero AU. And @captainhaterade has been telling me to just post the ficlet/outline ideas I have instead of letting them waste away in my drafts folders, so here it is.

Warning tags? Deals with injuries, blood, fighting, secret identities, and mind-wipes.

(you are here) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4)

...

Hellfire (Eddie) shows up at Steve’s apartment, bleeding and in costume. He comes in through the window, or maybe the skylight. He’s got a full-concealment mask that also covers his hair, and Steve knows who he is based on his costume. He also knows that Dustin and the Party run around with him sometimes. Hellfire asks if he’s the EMT that the Party knows, and if he can do some quick stitches for him. He’s wobbly on his feet and wouldn’t have asked but... And he just shrugs and doesn't explain. Like he didn’t know where else to go. “Just something quick to keep me going and I’ll get out of your hair.” 

Steve has never been able to turn down someone in medical need so he gets his kit out and has him sit on a bench or table, under some bright lights so he can work. But Steve is also grumbling the whole time. Like “I’ll help you but I’m not hiding how annoyed I am about it.” He wants to know what happened and if the party was involved. Hellfire says that they weren’t. It was just him versus some goons and one of them got a lucky hit. Steve sees that it’s much more than a lucky hit. It’s a deep puncture wound and will need more than stitches. It’s between the ribs and even through the mask Steve can tell that Hellfire isn’t breathing right. He thinks it’s a punctured lung. Hellfire says that’s fine, ‘cause he’s got two of those, right? And the full-concealment mask is one of those hard shell ones, but Steve can see blood from the bottom of it. He runs his fingers under Hellfire’s chin to show him, and then Hellfire is swearing and laying down on Steve’s table, obviously much worse off than he thought. He doesn’t pass out but it’s a close thing, and Steve is very sure that he’s not going to be able to fix this here. 

He does a minor patch-up job but it’s going to need more. He wants to call someone, and there are definitely places that Hellfire could go to get this treated without revealing his identity, but Steve also knows that Hellfire tends to not trust people and wouldn’t understand how Steve would know about those places. 

It’s all moot when the people pursuing Hellfire break into Steve’s apartment.

They’re counter-heroes; third-tier heroes who police the vigilante scene and administer some sort of “justice.” Steve thinks they’re basically no different from vigilantes themselves, but they have better press. But they also have some rules they’re supposed to follow, and it’s much closer to police rules. He tries to hide Hellfire in his bathroom and tell the counter-heroes that they have to come back with a warrant, but they push their way with a shout about him harboring a dangerous villain. He says that he’s a medical professional and that they’re violating... Well, he can’t actually remember what law they’re violating, but it’s definitely one. They try to push past him or subdue him. That’s when he goes into fight mode. 

It’s rough, but Steve’s a bruiser and knows how to go for knock-outs. He also has plenty of makeshift weapons around the house. So the three person team that’s geared towards sneaking around and taking out a summoner gets their ass handed to them by a barbarian. Even the one who has side-step powers and a stiletto barely manages to scratch him before he’s grabbing them by the throat and smacking them repeatedly on the table. He does take a few bad hits, but by the time it’s over he’s already healing. And Hellfire is watching him from the bathroom door. He still has his mask on but Steve hears him mutter “oh shit” before he slumps over and passes out.

Steve’s on the wire to Robin to get an emergency crew together for cleanup at his apartment and medical help. Robin’s like “oh damn.” Then Steve’s double checking Hellfires’ wounds. He’s definitely bleeding too much. He manages to get the bottom part of the faceplate off so he can check on Hellfire’s breathing and he’s bleeding from his mouth. Steve’s worried about him choking on it. He swears the whole time but decides to use the wound-absorption power on him because he’ll heal a punctured lung faster than Hellfire will, apparently. So he’s sitting next to an unconscious vigilante when Robin (name? Parrot? Canary? Swift? Let’s go with Swift so she can make baby-eating jokes and then complain that no one gets them) and Nancy (Hot Wheels) show up, teleported in by Erica (Lady Applejack). 

Erica and Nancy take care of the counter-heroes that Steve has taken out, removing them and promising to get someone to mess with their heads so they don’t know where they got beat up or what they were doing. It’s probably going to be Argyle. He’s great at that shit, even if he primarily uses his mind-altering powers on himself.

Robin helps get Steve somewhere comfortable while he heals and then drags Hellfire to the couch. She complains about having to do physical activity the whole time, since he’s the one with super strength. He’s like “Okay, we’ll trade. I’ll carry him, you can sit around healing a punctured lung. Sound good?” She rolls her eyes at him. She asks if she should go get his mask (does he even have one) but Steve reasons that Hellfire came to his apartment, so he knows his face already. 

Robin comments on him having taken off part of Hellfire’s mask, like that was a major no-no, but Steve shrugs it off. Medic’s privilege. He does send Robin away so that Hellfire won’t realize someone else saw part of his face. Robin tells him to keep on the comms with her and let her know what happens. 

Steve hangs out until Hellfire wakes up. When he’s healed up (maybe 20 minutes?), he does a quick check to make sure he didn’t miss anything critical on Hellfire, but the guy is just napping. He eventually does wake up, seemingly from a nightmare. Hellfire sits up abruptly and checks his wounds really quick. Then freaks out about his mask being half off and glares at Steve. Steve can tell he’s glaring by his frown. He wants the rest of his mask back.

Steve keeps holding onto it: You’re welcome, by the way.  Hellfire: You know the deal. Hand it over. Steve: The deal is you fucking thank someone for going out of their way to help you.  Hellfire: I thought I was going to a god-damned EMT, not— Steve: I am an EMT, asshole.  Hellfire: You’re a super. You’ve got, what? Super-strength and fast healing? What are you...

Hellfire sees the bloody spot on Steve’s shirt that matches his own and prods at his side again. He knows that Steve didn’t get stabbed while he fought and realizes what must’ve happened. He’s done enough research to know that sympathetic healing is not a common ability. Steve is uncomfortable in the silence and holds his mask out to him. 

Steve: Look, you’re all better now. Right? So get the hell out of my apartment.  Hellfire takes his mask back and mutters, softly: Thank you.

He leaves through the skylight again after putting himself back together. Steve relaxes and complains over the comms to Robin about being bruised and ruined clothes and having to clean up a bunch of blood. He spends the next hour getting everything back in order before he goes to bed. 

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I've got the rest but I'll put it in another post, I think.