#gyrc

[running2redemption]

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“Gah! Who are you and how did you get in here?!” He’d just stepped out of the S.H.U.S.H. archives for a moment to get some fresh tea. Now there was a strange chicken - he knew the names and faces of everyone who worked here and this man definitely did not - and... was that some sort of... bath tub?

[sympathy-for-thedamned]

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Bradford was a man of great intelligence and analytical prowess, able to solve the puzzle of a man it took a month to solve himself.  Cold, dead eyes peered through round spectacles as he looked to the avian before him. He knew prowess when he saw it. Someone who built a machine capable of such destruction was undoubtedly an asset to F.O.W.L. He’d be a fool to let such a creative mind decompose in a dreary cell.  That scenario brought about nothing but wasted potential. If finance taught him nothing it was that there was nothing more pitiful than wasted assets. Despite his hatred of chaos, the vulture saw the promise in this man’s work.  If he was capable of such destruction on his own, who knew what the right guiding hand could nurture?

“So, you must be the new recruit.  I was informed that your mastery of robotics was most impressive.  Enough to catch the eye of this organization, at least. You’re here because we feel we could foster your raw talent and germinate the seeds of a prosperous partnership.” The vulture laced his feathery fingers at his chest. “We did you a favor, and to lend a hand in our collective advancement is more than an act of gratitude on your behalf.”

[huntressthewizard]

@gyrc​

“ I have to consciously keep a small smile on my face because apparently my resting bitch face has been scaring some of the patrons. ” - Gearloose @gryc lmao

🍃🏹➳ “Are you sure it’s your face that’s scaring people?” The eagle said it without even thinking, really, it just sort of slipped out of her sharp beak. “And not, say, the particular way you speak to others?”

[actingvigilante]

“Oh- Dr. Gearloose. You were not who I was expecting to be here.”

He had been expecting to find Fenton. What he got, he supposed, for dropping by the lab without calling ahead. The vigilante looked more than a little rough for his trip regardless- he didn’t usually find himself in Duckburg, and he’d mostly come out this way to ask some questions about built-in functionality in his new suit.

And, the more he thought about it, to maybe ask if he had any ideas for something more durable. He’d had far too many close calls nearly getting stabbed for his own personal comfort, resulting in a lot of him sitting stooped over a sewing machine to repair the damage he’d taken while in a fight somewhere out in the city proper. It was more than a little harrowing.

“I’d hate to disturb... whatever it is you’re doing, so uh...”

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[dollhousemuses-a]

@gyrc​ said ;; For Gladstone: tell me about the worst thing your luck has ever done to you. :3c

answered ;; ask me things about gladstone

          “ Gifted me a free trip to Macaw. ” 

The words are said with a bitter edge to them, an emotion not often seen on Gladstone displayed openly on his face. An angry regretful expression, as he thought back to the years wasted in that casino being some god’s personal meal. Years he spent tucked away as life moved on without him. With Fethry hidden away with where no one could find him, Donald left to raise Della’s kids with no one to help him, and, of course, his grandmother’s funeral. Yes, as many unfortunate things his luck had caused, his trip to Macaw was the one he’d curse until he left this planet. 

                    Little did Gladstone know, that the trip to Macaw had hardly been a stroke of luck, and rather the work of a FOWL trying to distance Scrooge McDuck from everyone he loved. 

[hyperkiinetiic]

—  ❛❛  // @gyrc​

                                    Duckburg   was   weird.   There   was   no   denying   that.   The   Lagomorph   hadn’t   expected   anywhere   that   he   and   Sam   to   go   to   be   normal,   but   then   again   it   was   the   Freelance   Police.   Duckburg   had   seemed   like   a   good   secondary   location,   but   it   had   been   absolutely   chaos   since   they   had   gotten   here.   For   example,   he   knew   that   their   was   some   inventor   in   the   area-   The   Geek   had   been   rambling   to   him   about   it   for   hours.   With   all   the   technobabble   and   sciencey   parts   Max   had   fallen   asleep   and   missed   a   lot   of   her   explanation.   He   still   knew   about   him   though.

                              There   were   the   radio   shows.   The   kid   that   was   named   after   their   potted   plant   sure   had   a   hell   of   a   show.   Really,   it   was   one   of   Max’s   favorite   things   to   listen   to.   So   when   he   recognized   the   sound   of   the   scientist’s   voice   as   he   and   Sam   were   walking   down   the   street,   fate   had   blessed   him.   Fate   to   completely   fuck   with   an   semi-innocent   individual   who   didn’t   need   to   be   harassed   by   the   walking   ENTROPY   MACHINE.

                              ❛   HEY!   FREEZE!   YOU!   GEEK   SQUAD!   ❜               He   had   wandered   away   from   Sam   (he   was   SURE   his   fellow   Freelance   Police   Officer   wouldn’t   mind.   He   could   handle   the   case   they   had   gotten   on   his   own   just   fine.)   Waddling   up   to   the   tall   individual   who   apparently   didn’t   know   what   modern   fashion   was,   his   shark   tooth   grin   widened.   Did   he   have   a   plan?   No.   When   did   he   ever,   though?

                           ❛   Do   you   have   a   permit   for   blatant   level   7   Disastrous   Aftermath   from   the   Consequence   Code   newly   introduced   by   the   City.   Do   you   even   know   the   rules   of   this   city?   I   better   see   some   papers   mister.   ❜               Says   the   one   who   has   no   idea   what   the   laws   are,   especially   not   in   Duckburg.

[babyboydbaby]

gyrc asked:

Thoughts on cooking & meals?

“Oh! I actually really enjoy cooking! Even though I don’t really do it a lot by myself, because it’s much more enjoyable to help others with it!”

“And though I don’t need to eat, I enjoy sitting down and having a meal with other people anyway! It makes me feel even more like a Definitely Real Boy!”

[gosalini]

— STARTER FOR @gyrc​ —

It wasn’t that Gosalyn didn’t like Gyro. Not really. She’d been around scientists much of her life that she could remember, always following in her grandfather’s shadow as he worked in his lab. But Gyro’s energy wasn’t like Thaddeus Waddlemeyer’s energy. Or Fenton’s energy. It was something else that set her feathers on end.

Not in a bad way, per se. But Gosalyn was a little girl with far too smart a mouth on her, and she tended to talk back far more than she should to people she felt were in any way talking down to her, even if the tone wasn’t intentional.

So it came as no surprise that she felt a bit more catty than she did with others. But Drake thought she needed to be “safe,” and here was safe.

“So what kinda doohickey are you working on? Looks big.”