#now back to scroldie

[aaandbackstabbed]

Scrooge: Goldie, I am not having anymore silly arguments with you!

Goldie: water is not wet.

Scrooge: how?! In the actual fuck-

[blackfliesinbluesugar]

Yeah, alright, screw it, here's:

✨️ Ye Olde Scroldie Aladdin WIP Fic ✨️

I put me heart and sole into this one (actually I think I wrote it in the car?) And it's a relic from 2021, so if anyone sees this... enjoy? Do people still think about Ducktales or this ship? Anyway-

(Art above just for visibility, I Guess)

The warmth from the sun was suffocating.

It was the sort of heat that a certain woman liked best, because it was the sort that led you to undo your belt and untie your sash, that allowed your pockets to sag and your mind to wander. Not that these people weren't used to the intensity of the rays the sun often bore down, but on particular days like today, it was a common sight to see even a well-walked trader rolling up his trouser legs.

It was the kind that made for easy pickings... if you were that sort of person. And she certainly was.

Pulling the cloth down further over her head to disguise her all-too-recognisable shock of blonde from the occasional passing guard, Goldie O'Gilt surveyed the bustling marketplace with predatory intent, eyes languidly scanning to identify every easy angle. So far her pockets remained light, but if she was careful, she could have enough by the end of today to keep both of them fed for a week.

The woman at the store she exchanged her stolen wares with for money and food was aware of her nature, and of the true origins of her 'suddenly re-found valuable heirlooms', but didn't bother to call her out on it most of the time. It was too hot, and tiresome, and overall just boring to bother with such accusations when Goldie would so easily brush them off and insist.

Lewellyn fell in step to step unison beside her, tugging idly at his laxly tied keffiyeh as he mimicked her scrutiny. His other hand was intertwined with hers, though he easily let go to re-interlock whenever she pulled away to snatch something up in the blink of an eye. He knew nearly everything she knew, but she scared him sometimes with her ease of proficiency. He hadn't yet gotten to her level, where theft was as natural as breathing.

He couldn't help but frown as they passed by other children his own age and even smaller, staring up with wide hopeful eyes at overflowing stalls only to be violently ushered away by greedy merchants and impatient civilians in duo. He knew that, comparative to many in these streets, he was almost lucky. He had shelter, he had food, and he had Goldie. Many even younger than him had none.

With a start Goldie came to a stop beside him, jerking him from his thoughts abruptly, and he realized quickly it was because a guard had caught sight of her face. With a tug to his arm she led him quickly to the side, losing the man in the thicket of bodies and swaying hung cloth. Hopping a short wall, she pulled him up behind her and settled in a decidedly less populated area.

Dusting herself off she sighed dramatically, dropping her hood back a little. Her hair had fluffed up and stuck to her face slightly from a mixture of heat and sweat, and she grumbled under her breath as her hands dipped into her pockets, pulling out a previously-swiped comb to re-organize the mess as best she could.

Reaching into his own pouch to pull out the small loaf of bread that he was intending to be his quick lunch whilst they lingered, Louie found himself once again caught awares by his surroundings. Goldie always told him to be hyper-aware of what was around him, and now he found it troubled him as much as benefitted him. After all, his heart hadn't been hardened to the extent her own had, and the pangs of sympathy he sometimes had at what he saw made it difficult to focus.

Eventually he sighed, moving away from his confused carer, getting down on one knee before the deprived looking child he'd been distracted by. She looked a few years younger than him, and much, much more starved. Only deliberating for a moment he offered her the bread, watching as she nervously reached out to grab it before running over to a tired seeming old woman, curled up against the opposing wall and wrapped in tattered fabrics. Her mother?

"Y'know, your big heart is going to get you killed at some point, kid" Goldie came up behind him, though despite her words of rebuke her actual tone remained light. Turning to meet her eyes, expecting dissaproval, he only found instead a strange slight of melancholy. "I admire it" Goldie continued with that odd tone, "But don't starve to death as you're busy feeding others, alright?"

He nodded in acknowledgment, shuffling his feet and tugging at his sleevless vest for a moment before returning his gaze to the stalls up the road. His stomach was starting to feel a little empty now, he had to admit. She followed his eyes and smiled. "Let's go see if we can't make this day more successful, hm?"

Down the street, a young man was also being a little sneakier about how he moved, though perhaps more than really needed. After all, with how much time he spent holed up in the palace, it wasn't as though most knew him from a glance.

Scrooge blew his fringe from his eyes, not daring for a moment to adjust his headscarf to move it from his vision entirely in case someone dared to look a little closer as he passed by. Perhaps this was indeed stupid, so, so idiotically stupid as he had been told many times prior, but he wasn't intending to go back. No, not yet. Not now that he had finally been able to sneak out. Once his father found out apon his return he would certainly be monitered tenfold, so it was good to savour the moments of freedom he had, and the fact he himself had seized it was exhilerating all on its own.

Still, it was all so overwhelming. He'd caught distant glimpses of the market from his window in the palace, but being up close and personal was like nothing he'd ever seen. Instead of shying away from him with respect the bustle crowded around and into him, broad shoulders and errant elbows aplenty. Loud voices rang out through the street, cries of "LAMB!" and "FINEST JEWELS!" piercing his hearing. Some vendors in particular seemed to catch sight of the quality of the fabric he'd thrown over his head, and he found himself at the mercy of insistent gesturing and further shouting.

"Come on, Sir- Milady? Sir? Ahhh, whatever, come and buy a pot! We have it all - brass, silver, you name it!"

"Sugared dates! Sugared dates and figs! Sugared dates and pistachios!"

"Would the..." more confused squinting at his face. He wondered if he should be offended or flattered that they seemed to be struggling so hard with his gender. "Pretty... lady? Like a necklace? A pretty necklace to brighten up a pretty lady!"

Right as he rose his hand to politely refuse, another man burled past him, a steaming pot in his arms as he made his way to his own tent, shouting something about lentils and fish. Stumbling in alarm he found his back colliding with another, and he couldn't choke down a shout of alarm as the body he had fallen into convulsed violently before the man it belonged to spun on his heels and hurled immediately, a stick coming back up. Scrooge peered at it in confusion before being roughly shoved again, the now whitefaced man furious. "Watch where you're going!" He exclaimed, incensed. "Ya 'iilahi, you really can't fire-eat in public without some stupid kid trying to kill you!"

/Fire eat?/ Scrooge wondered, bemused, but didn't take the time to linger on it, stumbling away and back into the crowd. Unbeknownst to him, someone down the street had noticed the commotion and was now looking at him with obvious interest.

...aaaand that's it :7 that's as far as I got :3

[daamazingmeepers]

I keep forgetting to make this post, but for my fellow duck peeps who are into that sort of thing, I made some Disney duck playlists! I’ll post both the Spotify and YouTube links since I have some mutuals who I know only use one or the other.

Drakepad (this has songs for both ‘91 and ���17 drakepad)

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5x5s3yh2WHfSjAaB2yNVIj?si=21W_V6zfTuOI6KnjmyPfeQ

YouTube: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL25BiOmOO6N_U6KhBwil7_S4p1WDUszDa

Scroldie (this has songs for both ‘87 and ‘17 scroldie)

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0qB2l39NgY3ZCWQpyyorU1?si=6LJbybCMTzWjbjKoa1Ao_w

YouTube: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL25BiOmOO6N-eYfhrrXWgNnFg6Ga0dpsa

Donald Duck (specifically for ‘17 Donald)

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3a1n64IGvQRtSEaY0AXDv7?si=IOO_xsd9RJKYud25C3F_xw

YouTube: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL25BiOmOO6N-wif5vMcuUMePA1vnNG3BD

Donzé (this one is for a specific unrequited love AU I’m writing so feel free to avoid this one if you don’t wanna be sad, I just didn’t wanna leave it out lol)

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0oKj2rOnVKdg9G5W5USxME?si=8og5GwhFSv-KqApGb_Q21A

YouTube: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL25BiOmOO6N-Lm-26gtf1X1q3vOpZutjB

If you listen to any of these, please tell me what you think of them! I really love making fandom playlists and I put a lot of thought into the song choices and the order they play in (I recommend listening to the songs in order instead of shuffling), so it would mean a lot to hear that other people were enjoying it!

As of right now these playlists are up to date, but I’m constantly adding songs and rearranging their order as I find new ones, so don’t be surprised if it looks a little different if you come back to them later.

Also if you have Disney duck related playlists of your own, feel free to add yours to this post, because I love listening to other people’s fandom playlists as well! (I’ll also sometimes will add songs from other people’s playlists to mine if I think it was an especially inspired choice, and I encourage anyone who wants to take songs from my playlists and add them to their own to do so as well!)

Happy listening!

[godfrey-the-chaos-duck]

Ah thanks!

Are you named after anyone?

Birth name, no, but I named myself after a character in a book I wrote so that counts

When was the last time you cried?

A few days ago, from sheer overwhelm.

Do you have kids?

No and I never plan to.

What sports do you play/have you played?

Not very sporty but I love surfing and swimming.

Do you use sarcasm?

Yeah but sometimes I find it hard to tell when others use it.

What's the first thing you notice about people?

What they're wearing.

What's your eye colour?

Brown.

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings are my fave, but I'm partial to the odd horror film now and then.

Any talents?

Writing, piano and ukulele (both self taught) and I'm fairly good at acting.

Where were you born?

Northwest of Ireland (aka the back end of feckin' nowhere)

What are your hobbies?

Playing and listening to music, reading, writing and shitty drawing.

Do you have any pets?

Not currently but we used to keep fish.

How tall are you?

5'4 or about 163cm

Favourite subject in school?

Music and English cause I'm good at them.

Dream job?

Librarian or bookseller honestly.

Tag 15 friends

Most of the people I would want to tag have been tagged already but hey

@secret-tester @scroldie @thebookshoparoundthecorner @queerestqueertoeverqueer @queenwillow77 @tokuvivor @minaduck @tealottie @smugrexx @mighty-ant @lovetheinsane @foxymc @fellshish @rrcenic and @atrenchcoatofteaandspite

Thanks @0sharisa0 for tagging me!

Are you named after someone?

No, my mom just liked the name and that’s how I came to be called Agnieszka.

When was the last time you cried?

Today when I, for some reason, accidentally kicked a chair and writhed in agony, crying.

Do you have kids?

I do not.

What sports do you play/have you played?

Volleyball because that’s pretty much all you do during PE lessons in Polish schools. I also did climbing for a year or so, but I had to give it up because I didn’t have time for it. I might come back to it someday, who knows.

Do you use sarcasm?

I try to refrain from using sarcasm when I am with people that either don’t get it or find it rude, but in general I usually do.

What is the first thing you notice about people?

Maybe the sound of their voice? I don’t know.

What's your eye color?

Green

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings! But I also do not mind not-happy endings!

Any talents?

I can edit videos, learn languages, draw, and I’m also said to have pretty handwriting.

Where were you born?

In Małopolska, Poland.

What are your hobbies?

Reading books (especially 19th century novels, fantasy, and history books), making DuckTales music videos, drawing, playing the piano (albeit terribly), writing (said she who has not written a single thing in six years), watching cartoons and musicals.

Do you have any pets?

No, currently not, but I used to have a cat!

How tall are you?

158 cm

Hold on, let me convert that to feet.

There you go!

Favorite subject in school?

Math, English (as a foreign language), German (as a foreign language as well), and history. And when it comes to the subjects I currently have at university, then probably all those that are connected with history.

Dream job?

I would probably like to work as a translator and/or a tour-guide.

Tag 15 friends

I don’t think I have that many friends, but I will tag people that I find cool and that I would like to be friends with!

@georgiarose @writebackatya @hueberryshortcake @justaboot @godfrey-the-chaos-duck @queer-in-a-cornfield @gyroinabirdcage @glomscrooge @boingodigitalart

[justaboot]

I know you’ve already given us some Scroldie but…… I’m gonna request some Scroldie anyway 😁

Maybe some human Klondike Scroldie????

Literally every human ducks piece you’ve done is fucking fantastic. I LOVE THEM. What a gift you are!

Oh my gosh, thank you so much, that is the kindest thing ever and made my day! And I will NEVER be done with Klondike Scroldie 🥹. The answer is YES, and I actually have something for you tomorrow!

Also, a fun fact that nobody asked for, I found out recently I had not one but two ancestors who were Klondike miners, who hiked the Chilkoot Trail to Dawson. My grandmother asked if I knew what a sourdough was, and I was like…Yes, Nana, for two reasons…

[drummergirl231-2]

So Goldie’s been living rent-free in my head for a while.

Personally I blame the movie Forrest Gump. I got on this kick of watching first-time reactions to Forrest Gump on YouTube (and by the way, did you know you can tell a lot about a person’s heart by their first reaction to Jenny?). Some of the comments on those videos were very inciteful, too. 

Anyway, I’ve noticed some similarities between Jenny and Goldie’s behavior and now I’ve constructed this whole tragic backstory for her that I don’t wanna go into too much detail about here since this is supposed to be a safe blog as relatively trigger-free as possible (speaking of, I think I’ll put a seizure trigger warning on this because of one of the gifs), but anyway I’m pretty convinced Goldie was abused as a child, which would explain...

1. Her fear of vulnerability

(Sorry, this gif doesn’t have subtitles.) There are times when Goldie starts to let her guard down with Scrooge, just a little, and then she immediately puts her walls back up. Moonstoneflowers brought this up to Frank a few years ago.

2. Her preference to be in the lead

Goldie grew up in a time when men were in charge of everything. If a man close to her had abused that power, of course she’d be uncomfortable letting a man lead anything, even dances, and she’d prefer a brand of chivalry that let her be in control.

3. Her avoidance of domestic life

Settling down would mean entrusting her life to a man. Divorce laws were stricter way back when, and women often relied on their husbands for financial security. The idea of being financially dependent and legally bound to someone for life who could wind up mistreating her the way someone else had would be terrifying to her.

4. Leaving before she can be left

Someone made a comment on YouTube about Jenny and how staying in one place for too long would force her to ruminate on her traumatic past, so she was always running from it. I can see this applying to Goldie. She also probably feels like she’s not good enough for Scrooge, and would rather leave before he can reject her and that door gets closed forever. I can also imagine her leaving asap so she doesn’t get caught, but more on her con artist side in a minute.

5. Betraying before she can be betrayed

Sometimes it feels easier for victims of abuse to keep people at a distance, and as much as Goldie seems to crave closeness, it also scares the crud out of her. Betraying isn’t only a means of financial gain to her, but a way of keeping people who start to care about her from following her, and a way to prevent being hurt again.

6. Occasional violent tendencies

Sometimes victims of abuse try to regain a sense of lost power by being abusive to others. Other times, it’s just because that was the behavior that was modelled for them and they don’t know what healthy love is supposed to look like.

7. Becoming a con artist

Single women didn’t have a ton of money-making opportunities in the Victorian era, and certainly very few that would appeal to her. I imagine she’d have run away from home at a young age, and had to start stealing to survive. She probably performed in saloons at some point (since she did in the old comics and I think that’d be a neat nod, like her performance in “The Outlaw Scrooge McDuck!”), but she’d have grown uneasy as drunken men would’ve catcalled her or tried to grab her. Frustrated that even earning an honest living left her vulnerable to sleazy men, she’d go into scamming and prospecting full-time. 

And then she’d meet Scrooge.

(^Favorite Scroldie screencap EVER)

I could go on and on about what likely drew them to each other... you know, besides being stuck in an iceberg and forced to stare at each other for five years... but I think what it came down to is they wanted the same thing at the time: gold. Neither of them felt any pressure to settle down from the other.

Now, Scrooge has more or less “settled down.” He still adventures, but he’s got a family that depends on him who mean more to him than anything. As for Goldie, I think after “The Forbidden Fountain of the Foreverglades!” she’s realized Scrooge is more important to her than anything else she’s been after.

It seems like after this episode, they were “back on,” so to speak, but in a long-distance relationship. That’s probably what’s most comfortable to her right now. But it was nice seeing her get to the point when she realized what she wanted was a fresh start and to be with Scrooge. I think that was a big step for her. 

[lettheladylead]

Hi carro, we really miss your scroldie and especially dickie art! Of course you’re entitled to a break and you’ve earned one of course. Are you working on anything new?

Aw thank you!! I haven't been working on anything unfortunately 😔 I have been completely unable to draw for weeks

I wanna draw some fic art for some of the fun scroldie things being posted right now so maybe I can get back to it

[carbo-ships]

First Meeting

This happened a few weeks before Chapter 1. [Soldagand x Carly Masterlist]

“Ani?” Soldagand called, standing in the doorway of the kitchen that led to the den.

“Hmm?” Ani replied from his spot at the sink. He was finishing up a few chores before he and Soldagand left for a trip into town.

“What is that?” He indicated towards the being who was curled up in front of the fire, seemingly fast asleep next to a raccoon.

“Oh, did I not mention that I have a guest?” Ani asked. “A mage was lost and injured in the woods. I have opened my home to her.”

“Hmm.” Soldagand eyed her curiously. “She human?”

“Yes. As far as I can tell, anyway. I suppose I haven’t asked, but I have no reason to suspect otherwise.”

“She’s adorable.”

Aniketos chuckled. “Yes, you do have a soft spot for little things, don’t you?”

Soldagand rolled his eyes. “I’m not soft, I just— she’s cute. What’s her name?”

“Carly.”

“Carly…” Soldagand was silent for a moment. “Think she’d mind if I picked her up and gave her a lil cuddle?”

“Shouldn’t you introduce yourself before manhandling her?” Aniketos reminded him with a laugh.

“I guess.”

“She’s a human, Soldagand, not a kitten. And please, at least wait until the poor thing has woken up.”

“As if there’s a difference. But fine, if you insist.”

–

Much to Soldagand’s excitement, Aniketos’s human guest was awake when they returned from town. She was standing in front of the fireplace, admiring the squirrels that sat on the mantle. She hadn’t seemed to notice the dryads’ arrival. Sol glanced to Ani for approval, and upon receiving a nod, strode into the den. “What have we here?” came Sol’s booming voice.

The young woman jumped slightly, startled out of her thoughts. She was a timid little thing, gawking at him like that.

“Carly, right? The name’s Soldagand. Ani’s been tellin’ me all about you.” He offered his hand.

She quickly collected herself. “It’s nice to meet you,” Carly said once she found her voice, shaking his hand and offering him a warm smile. His dwarfed hers, so much that it was almost comical.

“Likewise. Now, let me get a good look at ya…” Without another word, he lifted the poor girl into the air from under her arms. She let out an embarrassed squeak and completely froze. “Well, well, well! You’ve got yourself a cute one!” he praised Ani as he looked her over. She was even lighter than he anticipated — she couldn’t have weighed much more than one hundred pounds. He was easily two feet taller than her. “And so tiny, too!” Her freckled cheeks started turning red and he chuckled. “Do all humans change color like this when you pick ‘em up?” he asked Aniketos with a sly grin. “Or is it just yours?”

“Soldagand,” Ani warned his guest with a sigh.

Sol finally set her down and sent her a playful wink. The poor girl looked ready to faint. It took all his resolve not to laugh. It was clear the girl was frazzled. Intimidated, certainly. It was adorable. Satisfied, he ruffled her hair and strode back over to his friend.

Aniketos seemed unamused. “Must you tease my guest like that?”

“C'mon, I was just messin’ with her! Besides, she liked it — you saw how red she was gettin’.”

@celestica-ships @scroldie @emberfairfield @naruhol @a-changeling-in-love + dryad buddy @limey-self-inserts

[cursegirlrabbit]

Do you have any headcanons for Scroldie? Since Goldie might appear in future chapters.

I find their relationship very funny and cute in all versions they have a rivalry love hate, but its done in a pretty healthy way. So my headcanons.

They do care and love each other but have never been in a offical relationship.

It doesn't bother them if the other is with someone else during times they are apart (considering goldie at one point had a child who then gave her a granddaughter in the Italian comics)

Despite how far their rivals can go, they never intend to cause harm to each other, when goldie left Scrooge in the iceberg she didn't mean to cause him hurt feelings.

They have lines they don't cross, such as, goldie won't use scrooges family against him. Such as when she saved Louie from being a pinata.

Goldie didn't mess with scrooge during his depression after what happened with Della, actually she tried to visit and comfort him but he pushed HER away like he did with everyone else.

goldie still owns a property back in Klondike like she did in the ducktales 87, she goes there to relax every now and then.

Hortense and Matilda used to have lovely afternoons with goldie, talking about what Scrooge is up to and sharing embarrassing stories.

Scrooge has met Goldies child and granddaughter Dickie ogilt, both accepted him and find watching the two interact as entertaining.

[aaandbackstabbed]

Goldie needs to be able to one up Scrooge (it’s practically an addiction). So when the twins arrived and she hated them she needed a new approach. And she already had stocks in Scrooges business and maybe she’s been neglecting them sooo perhaps she should pay some special attention.

[dellyduck]

His Tiny Light

Basically, a drabble for a Dad Poe situation. Thank you everyone in the Scroldie server that engaged in the conversation ^-^

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“No, please!” cried the agonized woman, her back glued to the locked door. “Please, I beg you! I just thought you needed to know!”

“Ha!” Magica scoffed. “As if we ‘d want anything with an egg. Only if we wanted to make an omelet!”

The woman's throat tightened at those words, now fearing more for her unborn child than for herself. She turned her frightened eyes to the other magic duck in the room. The male twin. The man she had had some nighttime dates with.

“Poe... Poe, please,” she tried, but there was no reaction from the expressionless duck. Now the woman was sobbing. “It’s our egg. It’s your child too!”

“Argh! You’re giving me a headache!” Magica groaned, before offering a hand to Poe at her side. “Shall we, brother?”

Poe didn’t act right away, keeping his cold eyes locked with the woman’s for a couple more seconds. Before turning them away and taking his sister’s hand.

“No. No, no, no, PLEASE-”

It was a blast of purple magic from the sourceress that silenced the woman forever. In her place, a small, innocent fly flew around the room.

“Ah, that was fun.” Magica dropped her brother’s hand and stretched her arms with a satisfied sigh.

Her good humor didn’t last long, however, her smile dropping as she turned around to the giant window behind their chairs.

“But this is also why I’m always telling you to don’t play around with common being, look at the headache you almost gave us!”

‘I’m still near to get one,’ Poe thought to himself, rubbing his forehead as Magica kept talking.

Trying to ignore her, the sourcerer moved his eyes around the room. Until they paused on something near the door. Something Poe knew wasn’t there before that woman show up.

It was a basket.

Magica was so absorbed in her own rambling that she didn’t notice her brother standing up and slowly walking to the door.

The closer Poe got, the most he could notice something inside the basket was moving. Finally standing in front of it, he kneeled down; a position he wasn’t used to, but his curiosity was stronger.

Poe lifted the blue blanket and there it was: an egg. A duck egg. Moving and full of cracks. Ready to hatch.

That information sunk in Poe’s heart in a way that got him feeling warmt, at the same time of a growing panic.

His egg was hatching!

A crack turned into an opening, and he saw a tiny beak fighting from the inside.

“Hey...” Poe murmured, cautiously taking the egg between his hands. “Hey little one. You can do it.”

“My point is!” Magica huffed. “Family’s nothing but trouble and we need no family aside each other. Right?”

She finally turned her head around, waiting for her brother’s answer. What she was not waiting for was to see her twin kneeled on the ground, looking to an egg with a smile she had never seem on him before.

She deadpaned, “Oh no.”

But Poe was unaware of his sister’s change of humor. He was unaware of any and everything, actually. Nothing mattered to him right now, but that tiny white head coming out of the egg. Her little dark eyes opened, staring at him.

And in that moment, Poe was undone.

“Hello, my dear Lena.”

[kaderp]

What’s something a Klondike scroldie baby could do to make their parents mad

Hmmm honestly I had to think about this for a while cause as a baby, they couldn't do anything to make Scrooge or Goldie really mad. Just extremely annoyed or frustrated. (I.e baby not sleeping for the umpteenth night in a row or wasting all the water from a bath)

But older baby, maybe around 9-12 I can see the first time Scrooge and Goldie really got mad is if they developed any association with Soapy Slick.

Now baby doesn't know just exactly who Soapy is, all they know is 'Hey, this guy makes money, maybe I can team up and make money too.' They have no idea the history between their parents and Soapy. However Soapy sees an opportunity when they find out baby's last name. (Just gonna use Jade as an example)

'And why do you wanna partner up with me?'

'You make money, and you seem pretty good at it. I don't need my parents looking over me every second'

'Hmmm.... what's your name, child?'

'Jade McDuck. So? You gonna help me or just sit there?'

'Well why didn't chya say so! McDuck, O'Gilt and I were great friends back in the day!'

'If you were such great friends, then why did they never mention you?'

Obviously Soapy is trying to take advantage or baby to get to Scrooge and Goldie as payback. So when Scrooge and Goldie find out, boy are they pissed.

[tree-wizard]

I tried writing a fan fic for the first time! I didn’t really know what I was doing but here it is. It’s inspired by @an-aspiring-jester ‘s post about Scroldie tending to wounds in the Klondike(I tried to make the wound description not too graphic). Also have no idea if Scrooge and Goldie are in character, I might have made them too mushy cause I MUST HAVE FLUFF.

Thanks to @promiseddifferent for encouraging me.

And oh the title is a line from the song “Ghost Love Score” by Nightwish.

Redeem Me Into Childhood

Goldie briskly walked into the cabin and carelessly tossed her pickaxe and shovel aside.

“Be careful! If ye break my supplies, you’ll have tae pay me!”

She turned her head over her shoulder to look at the miserly grungy miner, walking into the cabin behind her and rolled her eyes. He growled and went to carefully lay down his tools, and check on the ones Goldie had thrown.

Goldie slumped down on the bed and started picking the semi dried scab on her hand. An hour ago when they had been mining, Scrooge had yelled at her for being too slow and lazy and in her frustration and determination to show him that she was just as capable as him she accidentally gashed her left hand. That certainly didn’t make her seem any more capable, so she had assured Scrooge that she was fine and when he turned away from her and focused on his own mining, she wrapped her hand in the under skirt from her dress and tried to continue working.

It was pretty bad but she didn’t want to further show him how out of her element she was. She could have used the injury and feigned being super hurt so that she could get out of doing the terrible work and maybe even had time to look for the lockbox. But she knew Scrooge would never let her in the cabin alone. In fact, once he noticed that she was using her pickaxe with one hand and that really wasn’t doing anything he grudgingly, and with a lot of muttered curses, sent her to the cabin and decided to end early for the day himself so that he could go and make sure she didn’t steal anything. Showing weakness wouldn’t do her any good while she was stuck out here with him.

She felt her cheeks slightly burn from the embarrassment and frustration with herself that was starting to swirl in her empty stomach. Ughhh, she had been so foolish. She couldn’t let his angry words affect her this much. She always had to be under control, not a klutzy damsel in distress. But why did she care what he thought of her anyways? She was the Ice Queen of the North. That’s why. She had a reputation to keep. She couldn’t let him see her as less of a formidable threat. But strangely that explanation seemed hollow and almost like an excuse and the implications of that made her feel nauseous.

Suddenly she felt a sharp spark of pain that pulled her out of her thoughts and made her hiss under her breath. Absorbed in her reflections on the events of the day, she had lost attention of her hands and now noticed that she had scraped open a part of the gash that had already been starting to heal. Her hiss spread through the cramped air of the small cabin and startled Scrooge. He was crouched by the stove, putting in wood to build up a fire, and now he looked up and across the room at Goldie.

“There’s some gauze on the table. Ye should go wrap up yer hand.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you cared about me?” Goldie scoffed.

Scrooge lowered his head and Goldie couldn’t see the pink rising on the surface of his cheeks. It's just the fire, he told himself.

“I don’t care about you. Just your ability to dig up gold.”

“Ha! I almost forgot that you’re an inconsiderate and selfish jerk.”

“As if you aren’t,” Scrooge retorted and she gasped, pretending to be offended. She continued to sit pouting on the bed. She was so frustrating. If she didn’t want to deal with her hand, so be it.

She wanted to snap back at him in some way to restore her pride and not let him win but her hand was aching and the part she had just scraped open was starting to bleed. As much as she hated following his advice, she got up and walked over to the table. She took the roll of gauze and tried to rip a portion, but she felt a sharp prickling sensation shoot through her hand and she tried to stifle a shriek.

Scrooge had stood up and walked over to the table by this time and she felt his eyes fixed on her. “Hmm, ye seem to be managing this well” he taunted her and she furrowed her eyebrows in exasperation. She lifted up the gauze to her beak and sunk her teeth into it, hoping to tear a part off. It was way pretty tough though and she struggled to even make a slight rip.

She didn’t seem so vile when she was focusing her neverending fury on something other than him. It reminded him of his younger sister Hortense and that filled him with a sense of warm comfort and tenderness that diffused his annoyance and bitterness. Scrooge chuckled and extended a hand.

“Let me help,” he said, much softer than Goldie expected. He seemed genuine and benign which caught her off guard and made her wonder if she should be cautious. She grunted and reluctantly dropped the roll of gauze into his open palm. He closed his fingers over it and then gestured at one of the chairs by the table. Goldie sat down and watched Scrooge grab a bucket of water, a cloth and a second chair from the other side of the table and bring them over to her.

“Give me your hand,” he said as he sat down beside her. She obeyed and felt his rough fingers grip her hand. He dipped the cloth into the bucket, squeezed out the excess water and started to wipe the blood and dirt off the small matted feathers of her palm. She flinched and jerked her hand when she felt the damp wetness trickle over the ravenous edge of her exposed gash. Scrooge tightened his grip on her hand and continued going over her wound. As much as she annoyed and infuriated him, he didn’t particularly want to inflict her any pain. But this was for her own good.

He finished cleaning her wound and started to wrap the gauze around her hand. He was slow and thorough and the repetition made her feel a bit more relaxed. It was almost hypnotic. Normally it irked her to have her personal autonomy restrained but his strong grip on her hand was actually oddly comforting. She settled into the calmness of the moment and let herself lower her defenses as she raised up her eyes to watch him.

She prided herself for her self sufficiency, her ability to take care of herself after her family kicked her out many many years ago, to survive in this lawless wilderness and build a business and a name for herself. But here was this rough mean miner, holding her hand in his and actually caring for her wellbeing like no one had done ever since she was a very young child and her mother sang to her a special lullaby when she was sick. She had so many painful memories from her childhood that she tried to hide behind tall icy walls and never think about, so even the few happy ones were veiled by a forgetful haze. She was surprised she was even remembering this now. She had no idea when she had last thought about her mother’s song. She couldn’t remember the words anymore but a faint melody floated to the forefront of her mind from her subconscious. Her cold exterior was melting and an innocent peacefulness slowly spread through her.

The cold Yukon winds pushing against the walls of the cabin, all his past failures that always hung over him, his dwindling hope in finding his fortune all faded away as he focused on bandaging Goldie’s hand and her soft humming that curiously almost sounded like a lullaby.

He’d spent all these years mainly on his own and while that generally didn’t bother him, there were increasingly many nights this past year in the Klondike when he’d lay in bed in his small cabin and feel almost crushed by the emptiness, the vastness of the valley around him, the distance and time away from his family. But now he didn’t feel as lonely. She was here with him.

He stopped to take a quick glance at her. Her eyelids had closed over her emerald eyes and she was resting her head sideways on the back of the chair. The light from fire had reached out and hugged around her golden locks of hair, surrounding them in a warm glow that made them even more beautiful than they already were.

Goldie felt Scrooge’s fingers slip from her hand, taking their warmth with them. She opened her eyes and saw that he had finished wrapping her hand up and had neatly tied the ends of the bandages. She reached out with her hands to his, yearning for their comfort again. Scrooge looked up at her as she wrapped her hands around his. He knew she’d never thank him but the soft gratitude in her eyes was enough for him. Scrooge slightly smiled at her and she couldn’t help smiling back. They sat a while longer, holding each other’s hands, in a small warm cabin, safe from the boundless shimmering white snow and deep northern darkness of the desolate Klondike. Two silent souls not alone for once.

[likelytowritesomestuff]

My thoughts on Scroldie

(Because the last episode made me want to say some words about them)

I like to think that the beautiful kiss we saw in the last episode it’s their first kiss... 

... and the crowning of a love who finally can be lived without fear of abandoment and commitment.

Hear me out...

About a year ago one of my friend and I were talking about the upcoming episodes of ‘Ducktales’ after that long hiatus and I revealed her that I heacanoned Scrooge as asexual and demiromantic, because I mean, he had always been interested in making his fortune, he never searched for women's company in order to feel more succesful like a lot of rich guys did, as he had never felt in love with anyone or felt the urge to have his own kids during his long life.

Well, he never felt any romantic feelings except for Goldie O'Gilt. My friend agreed with my heacanon and then I asked her this question: “Do you consider Scroldie a toxic or a healthy relationship?” 

We spend half hour analyzing ‘The golden lagoon of white agony plains’ and this is the result.

They started as enemies, occasionally partners and during all their adventures (which seems quite a lot in the show), even with all her betrayals, her attempts to woo him that made him upset and happy at the same time and her different life’s philosophy, he came to know and appreciate her, because she was also a stubborn person who loved adventures and gold as himself.

On Goldie’s sides, she didn’t fully understood his need to work honestly in order to become rich, but she came to appreciate him for the same reason: PLUS, it makes sense that during these years, if Goldie had used the card of seduction every time she wanted to fool Scrooge, she wouldn't had kissed him for real in order to make him hoped every time would have been the right time.

(I put 'The outlaw Scrooge Mcduck' prior the flashback in 'The golden lagoon of white agony!' because the gold rush in the Yukon came after the California's one)

This until they found each other stuck in the ice and they realized that ‘Oh my god I think I like you!’ (like the 'Crazy Ex-Girlfriend's song). Scrooge seemed ready to start a relationship, but then she left because 'she won't say she is in love' and left him with a broker heart, that hard work and his family’s love helped him in its recovery... 

... until she comes back after years and they return on that same place where they got stuck together: they re-experience their old dynamic and she has the confirmation that he really fell in love with her...

We don’t know Goldie’s past, but if we consider the time she was born (a very sexist one), we can easily imagine that she tried all her life, with all her strenghts, to not end as someone's wife and consequently, she avoided every kind of relationship that can take away her precious freedom. 

She fell in love with Scrooge, but she was afraid of what this love could led (maybe she was heartbroken too, remember her face at the end of ‘The Prisoner Of White Agony Creek’ when she returns to Dawson in tears?), so she left thinking everything would came back to normal: instead, they lost sight of each other and I think she decided to work for Glomgold in order to erase every trace of that old feeling that never left her. 

Unfortunately, Goldie’s feelings get the better of her reason and she finds herself defending Scrooge by Glomgold and saving his life: in the end, she also proposes as partners for new adventures, which is a sort of marriage proposal...

our conclusion was that both of them aren’t cut for a 'normal’ relationship that could include a cohabitation for example: they both need their spaces, and maybe this is their secret for getting along, because staying all the time with a person who always challenge you in the long run could be pretty exhausting and could undermine the realtionship itself. 

BACK TO NOW..

Then the last episode came out: we saw their classic dynamic, but returning younger made them realize how they are better younger version of themselves in the present, leading both of them (especially Goldie) wish for a fresh start without making the same mistakes of the past.

It’s a recurring theme in Scrooge’s stories how things would have been if he had married and since they professed their love to each other, it’s coherent that also Goldie questioned herself on the same matter; but when Scrooge refused her offer, she is about to remain younger even without him, when she bump into Louie, AKA his sharpie.

Goldie’s character development is about accepting the idea that being free and love someone can cohexist and I love that the writers decided to make her interact with him, showing that her existence isn’t only connected with Scrooge’s one and that she could love more than one simple person... 

... this realization makes her change her plan, saving Scrooge because being younger alone wouldn’t be the same as being younger with him and this time she doesn't just stay...

... she also renounces to the idea of backstabbing him again by returning the diary and finally she found the courage to kiss him, for the first time.

I mean, look at how surprised is Scrooge. One second ago he thought she was gone as her usual, and instead she is doing what he had always dreamed of...

and when he realizes that this is not a dream and gives her that sweet caress that made her smile, how can you not feel happy for Goldie, which finally allows herself to love without fear?

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk. I hope this post makes sense

[peachhoneii]

Scroldie fic inspired by lettheladylead’s latest comic. 

“Alright, I think it’s about time for you to skedaddle.”

It was over, at last. Goldie crossed her arms, more relieved than annoyed and very much ready to depart. She was crunching on time.

Scrooge pouted, glare clear around his fully aged eyes. “And here I thought we had some progress,” he lamented dryly.

Goldie rolled her eyes, forcing the burn under her eyelids to recede.

“Yes, you’d think that,” she cleared her throat loudly.

His claim wasn’t wholly inaccurate. The Forbidden Fountain of the Foreverglades revived dormant feelings. Her heartbeat drummed erratically to a rhythm she blamed adolescent hormones for.

Scrooge stood close, perhaps too close. His elbow bumped hers. His scent odorized her clothes, feathers and memory. She remembered the explosion of fear the second the beast curled its tendrils around his neck, jerking him out of her grasp.

All she could do was shout his name in horror, unable to dive in after him.

She shifted, uncomfortable at the way his disappointment penetrated her defenses. “Look, Scrooge, I -,” she began to say, an attempt to comfort when she couldn’t last remember she comforted another person.

“Oh my God, Gigi! I found you! Guys, I found her!”

Goldie froze in place. Electricity shot up her spine, tingling at the very tip of her vertebrae. Her arms were stretched on the sides of her torso, and her hands clenched into fists. 

Scrooge tilted his head, confused and then directed his attention to the person trotting towards them. 

She was young. Very young. Not as young as the kids but certainly younge than Donald and Della. Her hair was a wheat blonde cut along her jawline. Scrawny and thin, she waved excitedly at them. 

No, not at them. At Goldie.

Goldie hadn’t moved. Her feathers paled, sweat thickened under her armpits and every muscle in her neck was protruded like guitar strings.

Standing next to the girl, Goldie and he were smaller than peas. “Gigi, hey, look,” she started to ramble at Goldie’s side. “Mindy and I were talking, and we think we should go to the bar on 7th and MacManAve if there’s an adult accompanying us. Like, no one’s ever going to ask your age since you’re old as hell. We asked Aunt Dolly, but she said no. So, how about it?”

She spoke like a jet plane, incessantly and nonstop. Her voice was two pitches higher than their own, and he winced, wondering how such a creature could exist. 

“Gigi?”

Goldie glared ahead, unable to look around to meet the girl’s eye.

Confused, she looked from Goldie to Scrooge and suddenly brightened. “Oh, hi,” she greeted with an annoyingly high pitched emphasis on hi. “You must be the boyfriend I’ve heard so little about.”

Scrooge stood, more than perplexed. Wheels turned in his head. Gigi? Bar on 7th and McManAve. Dolly? What was this kid getting at, and what did it have to do with his Goldie?

He looked to Goldie, whose fury knew no bounds as she glared bullet wounds at the taller girl. Hands raised in a throttling motion, though he sensed she’d never actually physically harm the girl, Goldie foamed at the mouth.

“Wait, aren’t you Scrooge McDuck?

The wheels in his head morphed into a hamster on its running wheel. He could answer that question easily, but he was afraid to find out what his answer would prompt the girl to say. For some reason, a sense of foreboding radiated off this high spirited, talkative and most likely early 20s young adult.

“Er...yes, I am.”

“Oh, neat,” she said. “Hey, if you’re dating my grandma, can you buy me a car? I crashed my last one during the whole Shadow War thing.”

A pause. A single, momentary and brief pause. He lurched back, eyes wide, shoulders erect and mouth dried to a sharp point. “Grandma,” he shouted, more screech than shout. 

He looked to Goldie.

Goldie’s face was cradled in her palms, groaning. 

He looked at the girl.

She beamed hopefully, obliviously. Maybe, the car was still on the table. It wasn’t, but she could always dream.

He looked back at Goldie, whose hands were now sliding down her face. The crescents under her eyes dragged like dough dangling off a kneading table. 

“Grandma?”

[lettheladylead]

I'd love to know about your Scroldie headcnons:

- sex kinks if they have any

- Scrooge singing? Goldie's reaction

- Goldie's birthday date/or just month

- allergics

And maybe random headcanon?

aw okay lets see

- its canon that scrooge likes seeing goldie tied up but i hc that she enjoys being tied up even more. either way: sex is a competition for them. whoever can make the other come first is the winner. so theyre both very generous lovers in the most selfish way possible

- i would love for scrooge to be a terrible singer but david tennant is pretty good so i think goldie would be somewhere between entertained and flustered. like, how did she not know about this until now?

- i think i just go with the March 1st that Topolino goes with? but other good options are January 23rd and August 28th cuz all three dates are associated with the original publication of Back To The Klondike

- this one made me do some googling. did you guys know that “hay fever” is just the old fashioned way of saying “seasonal allergies”? i had no idea. i could see one or both of them having a pollen allergy but nothing severe

- random headcanon.......when goldie finally moves into the manor, she struggles a bit with how warm it is. she’s so used to living in cold places that scrooge’s bedroom feels like 100 degrees when its at, like, 71