#isolatedocean

[ducktales-wco-oo]

(Blot @ June) "If you just listened to me this wouldn't have happened. You only have yourself to blame."

- ✩ { @isolatedocean } ✩

{ ☆ } ❝  I— I know...  ❞  Chimes a weak reply, June recoiling at the sound of her own voice. Raw and wavering, so unlike what she’s been raised to be. If raised could even be considered the right word. More like trained. Expected. Supposed to be. Created for one thing, one singular mission that she wasn’t suited for. And then the backup plan... A failure yet again. Took down so easily by her sister Webby. Tied and tossed aside, not even NOTICED by her other sister or any of the highly-trained F.O.W.L agents around her. 

Even Pepper hadn’t seemed to notice that she wasn’t—

❝  I KNOW. Alright?! You were right... We- I shouldn’t have even been made. I’m nothing but a- a waste of stupid magic! A failed spare that no one- no one even notices isn’t there...  ❞  They had all just left. Without her... Fervently rubbing at her pigtails, feathers ruffle and a few threaten to rip right out thanks to her anxious grip, knuckles pale and brows furrowing as he continues with a cracking voice,  ❝  They’re all- gone... My dad and- ... and my MOM are gone... and they’re never co-coming back!  ❞  

And it’s her fault. If she had just— been better... done better... Maybe— ... Maybe Bradford wouldn’t have WANTED to get rid of her and May anymore. Maybe things wouldn’t have escalated so far. Maybe Heron wouldn’t have been made an example of. Maybe... 

Too many maybes. 

Swallowing thickly, tears bead in her eyes and drip down her cheeks, June roughly shaking her head as if disagreeing might make things different. But it won’t. It doesn’t. So she simply cries out through choked sobs,  ❝  So just- just get rid of me already! I know you want to! You NEVER liked me! No one EVER ACTUALLY DID!  ❞  Otherwise she wouldn’t be standing here right now, alone and terrified. Not knowing what to do next, or if she even should do anything. It’s not like it matters anymore... Maybe it never did. { ☆ }

[bitofthisandthat]

@isolatedocean​ Fethry vc: I think that Blot guy needs a hug he is so grumpy

“.............................”

“Great. I nominate your brother.”

[krillconoisseur]

@isolatedocean​ asked:  The moment she spots him, the krill emerged from the water, her shadow almost ominously looming over the duck. At least, this is what it could be to the eye if someone wasn’t familiar with her. The gentle giant lowered her head, gently pressing it against Fethry; amazing how a large creature like her was able to control her own strength not to squish him. However, now sniffing at him, large black eyes let out a slow blink. He brought treats. She could smell them.

🦐; Fethry couldn’t stifle the giggle that bubbled up at Mitzi’s nuzzling. Oh, he was supposed to use the treats as research incentive, but she was just too darn cute, how was he supposed to not give in and spoil her?

“N-now, now, Mitzi!” He said between laughs, patting her head affectionately with his free hand. Oh well, one free day never hurt.

Fethry outstretched his arms to present the treats to the krill, standing on his tiptoes and smiling warmly at her. “Here you are, girl! You’ve earned it!”

[musemelodies]

isolatedocean: Fethry vc: plant based

“I know where ya live...”

[lunarspearedaa]

"So, uh." Fethry started, legs dangling from the bridge and touching the water beneath them. It felt awkward to talk about it but given that they have been both isolated for a long time, perhaps talking about makes everything better? "Did you ever had trouble adjusting when coming back from the moon? Like, I don't know. Like when I came back from the ocean, all this dry land under my feet was suddenly new? Weird, in a way. Must've been swimming too much." A light joke, despite the situation. / @isolatedocean​ | unprompted.

          ▬▬▬ ☾☆      Getting to spend time  with  Fethry  again  was  nice  for  Della.  They  hadn’t  had  much  time  since  she  got  back  &&  it  was  long  overdue.  She  mimicked  her  cousin  in  the  way  he  sat,  also  letting  her  legs  touch  the  water.  At  least  there  were  no  visible  fish  right  now.  That  made  this  easier.  

                    ❛  I did, yeah. Gravity is a lot heavier here on Earth. I tried to jump the fence at the Manor when I first got home. It didn’t work out well.  ❜  She  laughed,  continuing  on.  ❛  But, the biggest change I had to deal with was my leg. I didn’t realize how uncomfortable it was until I had to start putting more weight on it. I think Gyro caught that though, because he made me a new one. It’s a lot better. Very easy to move with && it doesn’t hurt.  ❜

         ▬▬▬ ☾☆      Della frowned at him  then,  though.  She’d  only  recently  found  out  that  he  was  in  an  underwater  lab  for  a  few  years.  It  wasn’t  something  she  was  happy  about,  but  for  Fethry’s  sake,  she  was  keeping  quiet.  Still,  she  worried  about  him.  

                    ❛  Are you doing okay? I mean, I know you’ve got Mitzi now - but still. Isolation’s a toughie. ❜

[tychcros]

@isolatedocean​ // sc.

❝ Feth, cuz! How ya’ been? ❞ As always, Gladstone was ecstatic to see the other. ❝ How’s Mitzi? ❞

[abnerantisocialduck]

@isolatedocean​

“B-bro!?”

[tunnagana]

"Huey!" Fethry smiled as he waved, sitting upon Mitzi who lowered her head towards the duckling and gently nudged him, happy to see the little duck as well. "How have you been?"

“Cousin Fethry!” Huey waved back, giving Mitzi a gentle pat. As scary as the giant krill had been when he first saw her, he knew now she was just another part of their weird family. “I’ve been good! Have you discovered anything new?”

[sweetcreamrabbit-a]

WHAT ARE YOU, REALLY?

The newborn star

You've come upon this world with fresh eyes, full of wonder and imagination. You're not quite sure of what's to come, but you're ready for the new experience.

You have so many things you want to do and try, and see so many possibilities.

Sometimes the sheer volume of what you've yet to experiences daunts you, and can wear you down, but you bounce back and come back to that new exciting world you want to explore.

[ducktales-wco-oo]

(Manny @ Fenton) "So. That happened, huh?“

- ✩ { @isolatedocean } ✩

{ ☆ } Yes... Yes, it did... 

Many things had happened, but the most prominent– at least, for the moment —is the fact that Manny the Headless Man-Horse is no longer quite so headless. In fact, he very much has a head, as well as an impressive wingspan. Something that Fenton can’t help but gawk at, despite his M’Ma chastising him in his mind for being so openly studious of someone. Especially of their appearance... But it’s not as if he’s being malicious about it, or viewing Manny’s true form with anything akin to disdain. He’s merely...

Contemplative. Confused. Curious. 

❝  Um... Pardon me for prying, and- please feel free to decline answering if I’m being intrusive...  ❞  Fenton begins, politeness refusing to let him continue without ensuring Manny knows he doesn’t have to answer, even at the risk of Fenton’s curiosity gnawing away at him ‘til the late hours,  ❝  But- why haven’t you assumed this form before? The wings alone seem like they’d be incredibly useful...  ❞  He would know, zooming around as Gizmoduck is far quicker than trekking the city on foot. Granted, he still walks around anyway because using the suit for personal gain wouldn’t be right, and he’d get hailed down so frequently that it’d take longer anyway... But he digresses— 

 ❝  It wasn’t... painful, was it? Regrowing your head and wings?  ❞  { ☆ }

[bitofthisandthat]

@isolatedocean​ said: (Fethry @ Gladstone) “I’m not sick, I’m only slightly ill. There’s a difference. I can handle today.” He also doesn't want to be late for work.

Delightfully Domestic Starters

“Okay, okay. I see what you’re saying. But consider this: you look like death warmed over and washed up on dry dock. And you have used up ALL the tissues in the blimp in just 3 hours time, sooooooooooo...I’m going to have to WILLfully disagree with you there, Bikini Bottom.” Not that Glad could ever have the misfortune of getting sick for more than a few days, but he was still going to spray lysol on every surface once he trick--er, convinced his baby coz to go lay down and tap out for a few days.

“You know, if you get your whole workplace sick too, it’s just not going to look good for you, Feths. And how efficient can you be if you pass out at your desk. Look. I have lots of soup in my pantry, I’m stocked up on 7-up and ginger ale in my bar...it’s 5-star accommodations here, AND you can rumble up to the jumbo screen under a blanket fort if you want, and just...BINGE on whatever HD Nat-Geo channel stuff you want.”

“...Tell you what, I’ll call in sick for you, because if I do it, I can bet you’ll get something good out of it. I am KINDA a luck magnet, if you hadn’t noticed.” He winked playfully at Fethry and plucked the phone off of its cradle and started dialing. “PS? The gourmet soup in my kitchen? AMAZ-ING. Heaven. On. Earth....Okaaaaaay it’s ringing...” He cupped a hand over the receiver and crooked a thick brow at his cousin with a dull smirk. “You better march back to the guest room and get back into PJ’s, F-stop.”

[gearloosened]

@isolatedocean​ liked for a Cartesius starter!

“...and that, little one, is how you properly resolve a chord. Any questions?”

[lunarspearedaa]

           Mitzi stares at Della with her big black eyes, innocently. Then she carefully lowers her head to press it against the duck's stomache, gently as to not knock her over. Amazing how someone as large as her is able to control her own strength. / @isolatedocean​ | unprompted.

           ▬▬▬ ☾☆       Della just watched Mitzi  as  the  giant  krill  stared  at  her.  She  wasn’t  quite  sure  what  to  make  of  this.  She  didn’t  flinch  as  Mitzi  came  toward  her  --  she  was  fairly  confident  that  Mitzi  wasn’t  going  to  hurt  her  in  any  way  &&  it  looked  like  she  was  right.  Della  just  grinned  &&  pat  the  gigantic  krill’s  head.  Della  could  appreciate  her.  She  had  helped  to  save  the  Earth  &&  Fethry  really  loved  her.  

                    ❛  Hey, Mitzi.. You really are the coolest krill ever. Thanks for taking care of Fethry. ❜

[sweetcreamrabbit-a]

@isolatedocean

This is the biggest mood since days

It’s the worse mood

[bitofthisandthat]

@isolatedocean​ said: Huge black eyes stared down at the lucky gander, her large tail splashing into the water; clearly a sign that she is happy to see him. Fethry hadn't shown up yet but the colorful krill had a soft spot for Gladstone as well. Her head lowered, just to sniff at his head first, then the stomach. Was there something in his pockets? Ah, well. She should probably greet him properly first. So, the mutated sea creature gently rested her head against him.

Another cool, lazy afternoon near the pier. Only this time, Gladstone’s out cashing in oodles of the ‘Boardwalk Sand-Dollars’ he won earlier from merely buying the 10,000th bag of saltwater taffy at Laughin’ Dan’s Funhouse...And of course, Sand-Dollars here are equal to regular money anywhere else, you just have to spend them on any store or service at the Duckburg Pier. So now he’s happily trotting down the docks, counting through the ‘dollars,’ and humming some operatic tune to himself...when a very OMINOUS shadow casts over the boards and darkens his path. “Hey...where’d my sunshine go---?”

Now, it’s hard NOT to miss the giant crustacean...even if you were blind you’d kinda sense a 12 story being hovering over your shoulder. And...you know...the sea-creature odor, but it’s not like it bothered him, given she also smelled like the clean and crisp sea-air, too. He’s not afriad or nervous about this giant shadow, it couldn’t POSSIBLY be a ‘bad thing’ looming near the gander, because truly bad things hardly happened to him. 

Turning on his heels, ready to greet the new happen-chance of good fortune instead, he’s met with the massive creature’s head buff and sniff. Eyes squish shut for a second as his perfect coifs blow back momentarily at the breath, but of course, the go right back into place. Eyes beam wide when he’s able to look on at his ‘admirer.’

“Mitzi, my dear girl!” the bump at his pocket almost sends him flying, but he stumbles into a perfect stance. “Ahhhhh...ya want the candy, don’t you?” Green eyes narrow mischievously. “Not that I blame you...it’s the best salt water taffy in Duckburg...” He pulls out a handful of random wax-wrapped flavors, and puts his palm flat out for her. “Help yourself, my love.”