#very fluffy!

[toriowlfluff]

Can I just- *cups you gently in my hands and bestows a kiss on yo head* be free, be loved, be strong!

Thank you for the kith :3

It added 10 years to my life span <3

[hunter-the-sad-skeleton]

my @ducktalessecretsanta2020​ for @neopuff/ @lettheladylead! They wanted something with Scrooge n Goldie. (Goldie centric, Louie could come too.) They would like writing or edits, decided to go with writing, as that’s mainly my specialty in the requested fields. They didn't want a big cast or anything and prefered a singular focus on Goldie, but Louie is there too, as I struggle to write single character focus stories(Apologies ;_;). They didn't want a specific holiday in their gift, so I just kept it ambiguous. Hope this is okay, bud, I’m none too experienced in writing stuff with romantic “themes”, so apologies if this is a little rough around the edges! This was a BUNCH of fun to do, so I’m hoping to come back next time this pops up!(Under the cut because it’s LONG)(Edit; special thanks to @analyticamethyst for telling me my secret santa and explaining a few things to me as this was my first secret santa I’ve ever done! You’re the best!)

Ah, the holidays...A time for family, a time for cheer! A time for hot cocoa and tales by the fire...A time for being generous and kind to one another, lest you end up on the naughty list.

“Goldie, I know you’re trying to find the code to me Money Bin.” Scrooge sighed.

Goldie shrugged, putting a book back on the shelf. “Actually, no, but ya can’t blame a gal for trying, Scroogie.” Goldie shrugged.

“Goldie, come on now! It’s the holidays! Don’t ye want a little peace and quiet? Just this once?” Scrooge asked, pinching his fingers together for emphasis.

Goldie shrugged, smirking. “I have the heart of an adventurer, Scroogie; my heart beats for adventure like a ping-pong ball on a drum in a bouncy castle.”

Scrooge facepalmed. “Curse me kilts, you’re incorrigible…” Scrooge grumbled.

“Ya know ya love me!” Goldie winked.

“Don’t I know it…” Scrooge sighed, smiling softly.

“So, Scrooge,” Goldie said, sitting down in a chair, sighing as she did so. “Any plans this holiday season?”

“Well, I’m probably going to spend more time with the family, what about you?” Scrooge asked.

“Well, if I ain’t adventuring, I may as well be teaching that nephew of yours, Louie, a few new tricks!” Goldie winked.

“You’re terrible..” Scrooge facepalmed.

“Hey, hey, hey! He needs help with a few business ventures and I’m willing to give him that!” Goldie smirked.

“Since when is pickpocketing a business venture?” Scrooge asked sarcastically.

“When you’re a part of the Mcduck family.” Goldie smirked. Scrooge sighed, chuckling and smiling softly.

“Curse me kilts, I swear I cannae stay mad at ye!” Scrooge chuckled gently.

“Don’t ya know it, Moneybags!” Goldie winked.

“Anyways,” Goldie shrugged, grabbing her coat and walking to the door. “I have something to go deal with.”

Before anything else could be said, she left, Louie following behind. “Wait up!” Louie called.

Goldie turned around, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t ya typically avoid adventure?”

“Yeah, but I wanna spend more time with you! Can I come?” Louie asked.

Goldie hummed thoughtfully. “Ya know what, sure!”

Louie grinned, following Goldie.

(In a shop elsewhere.)

Goldie walked out with all the supplies they would need for the adventure ahead.

“Ready, young duck?” Goldie asked.

“Born ready!” Louie nodded.

Goldie smiled at the excitement from the young adventurer, heading off to a cave.

“A c-c-c-cave…?” Louie gulped nervously.

“Yeah,” Goldie smirked. “What, scared?”

Louie gasped in shock, shaking his head. “No!” Louie pressed onward, earning a laugh from Goldie.

(In the cave)

Goldie walked through the cave, bouncing her flashlight off the rock formations inside, Louie staying close.

Goldie made sure Louie was still behind her, climbing over a large rock. “Grab on, Little Lou!” Goldie called.

Louie jumped up, Goldie grabbing his hand and pulling him over.

“What now?” Louie asked, sliding down the large rock to join Goldie.

Goldie shone her flashlight around the room, turning it off for a few seconds. Before Louie could ask anything, the room was lit up by the crystals in the room.

“Shimmer crystals; they catch any light and reflect it across the room. Nature’s flashlight!” Goldie winked.

Louie stood still, awestruck, while Goldie walked around the room, searching for...Something.

“What’d we come here for again?” Louie asked.

“A present for your Uncle Scrooge, a holiday gift, ya know?” Goldie called, sifting through a pile of rocks.

Louie made a silent ‘o’ before helping search.

“Anything in particular?” Louie called.

“A Shimmer Crystal geode that’s surrounded in gold! They’ve been spotted here a few times!” Goldie called back.

“A geode, got it…” Louie muttered to himself.

Louie shrieked as a loud crack sound echoed through the caves. “Sorry! Tried to find one by cracking a geode open!” Goldie called.

“Did ya?” Louie called breathlessly.

“...No!” Goldie called back. “Keep looking!”

Louie nodded, continuing the search.

“This is okay to do, right?” Louie called.

“This is a mine, Little Lou! This is what it’s made for!” Goldie called.

“Well...Okay!” Louie called back, continuing to search.

Goldie cracked another geode open, still nothing. Then another, then another, continuing before taking a break. “This is getting nowhere…!” Goldie groaned.

“I know, but I’m sure you can find one!” Louie encouraged.

“We’ve been through a lot of geodes, Lou, I’m not sure there’s any LEFT!” Goldie sighed dejectedly.

“I know it seems like that, but I’m SURE there’s at least ONE left!” Louie smiled softly.

Goldie sat back up, and with newfound determination, started going through Geodes once more.

“Any luck?” Louie called.

“Pyrite! Fool’s gold, but that must mean we’re getting close!” Goldie called.

Louie’s eyes brightened up. “That’s progress!” Louie smiled.

Goldie nodded, going through more geodes.

The Geodes started piling up, Goldie slowly getting closer and closer to finding the one she was searching for.

“FOUND IT!!” Goldie called happily. Louie jumped upright, almost falling over.

“Great! We can start heading back?” Louie asked.

“Yep! Just gotta wrap this baby up and-” Goldie said, wrapping it in protective layers so it wouldn’t shatter on the journey back to Mcduck manor in Duckburg.

Goldie stood up, starting towards the way they came, but stopping in her tracks as she heard a rumbling noise. “Uh oh.” Goldie peeped.

“What?” Louie asked, confused.

Goldie jumped back, pulling Louie with her as the way they came through caved in.

The two coughed as the dust settled from the cave-in, sitting upright and brushing off excess dust.

“You okay-*Kaff*-Little Lou?” Goldie coughed.

Louie nodded, coughing as well.

Goldie surveyed the area, looking for a way out.

“Up there!” Louie called, pointing up at an opening near the top of the cave.

“How can we get up there?!” Goldie frowned.

Louie hummed, tapping a finger to his beak in thought. “You can help me up, I can take a rock and your rope with me so I can make a way for you to get up!” Louie suggested.

Goldie thought it over, nodding in approval. “Okay, Little Lou, let’s do this!” Goldie smirked.

Goldie helped Louie up, Louie taking a rope and rock with him.

As Louie got up, he set the rock and rope up so that Goldie could safely climb up, holding it just in case.

Goldie climbed up, settling on the ground next to Louie.

“Now we just need to head home and give this to your Uncle.” Goldie said.

Louie nodded, the two getting up and heading out.

(At Mcduck manor)

Goldie and Louie exited the car, heading back inside after wrapping the Geode up as a gift.

“There you two are! Where have you been?! I’ve been worried sick!” Scrooge asked.

“We went out on an adventure, Scroogie.” Goldie smiled, handing him the box, earning a confused look from the scottish duck.

“What’s this abou-” Scrooge started.

“Happy holidays, Scroogie.” Goldie smirked, giving him a quick smooch on the cheek before heading off to go get some rest.

“Lad, what-” Scrooge started.

“Sorry man, can’t tell ya till tomorrow, it’s a holiday gift and I don’t wanna spoil the surprise.” Louie shrugged, smirking as he did so.

After Louie left the room, Scrooge looked the gift box over carefully.

“Hmm...I suppose waiting one day won’t hurt.” Scrooge shrugged, smiling softly.

[frozenartscapes]

Just Can’t Wait to be Queen - Pre-Accident Frozen Fic

When faced with the choice between sitting inside and suffering through boring lessons on a beautiful day, or hatching an elaborate plot to evade your grumpy tutor and escape, the choice is pretty obvious, especially to a pair of mischevious princesses.

Anna and Elsa sat together in the castle library while their incredibly stiff and boring tutor, Ms. Haugen, droned on and on about the day’s lesson. Anna was struggling to keep herself awake. Even Elsa found herself gazing longingly out the window instead of paying attention. It was a bright, sunny summer day, and far too nice to be spending it inside listening to their dry and uninteresting teacher.

Just as her eyelids were drifting shut, a ruler slammed down on the table in front of Anna, startling her awake and almost scaring her out of her chair. “Princesses don’t sleep at desks,” Ms. Haugen hissed, “It is very unbecoming.”

Anna stared up at her grumpily. Before she could respond, she was cut off by her older sister. “Scaring people isn’t very nice, either,” Elsa snapped.

Ms. Haugen didn’t waste any time in turning her attention to the Crown Princess. “Princesses also don’t speak out of turn,” she replied, false sweetness oozing from her words.

Elsa held her tutor’s gaze with unwavering determination. It was enough for Ms. Haugen to back down somewhat, but not before commenting, “They also don’t glower, Princess Elsa.”

“Ugh, why do princesses have so many rules?” Anna moaned in dismay, “It’s all don’t do this, don’t do that! Are we not allowed to have fun?”

“Princesses must be perfect, composed little girls, so they can grow up to be perfect, composed women,” Ms. Haugen told them, “It’s for your own good.”

“But what if I don’t wanna be perfect or composed?” Anna challenged.

“Don’t worry, Anna,” Elsa whispered, “When I’m Queen, you can be exactly the kind of Princess you want to be.”

Ms. Haugen made an amused little noise as she picked up her lesson book. “Oh Princess Elsa, it sounds like someone has expectations that are perhaps a little too high,” she said mockingly.

“Well, why wouldn’t I be able to let Anna do what she wants,” Elsa asked, “I’d be the Queen - if I’m fine with it then other people have to be, too.”

“Yeah!” Anna chimed in, “People will hafta listen to her!”

Ms. Haugen rolled her eyes and closed her book. “Children, please. When you’re older, you’ll understand why you're both talking nonsense,” she sighed, “Now pay attention.”

“It’s gonna be so great when you’re Queen, Elsa,” Anna said excitedly, “We’ll get to do all the things we want to do! Like sled indoors!”

“And eat all the chocolate we want!” Elsa added.

“And play outside whenever we want to!” Anna exclaimed.

“I fear for the future of this country,” Ms. Haugen groaned.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Anna demanded, “Elsa’s gonna be a great Queen!”

Ms. Haugen rolled her eyes again, letting out a long-suffering sigh as she did. “Not if she’s only interested in goofing off and eating sweets,” she told them, “Given what I’ve seen of you both so far I’m not too hopeful.”

“I’m going to care more about just those things,” Elsa said defensively, leaping out of her chair to better challenge her tutor, “In fact, I’m gonna be a mighty Queen, so enemies beware.”

Ms. Haugen scoffed. “Well I’ve never seen a Queen before with quite unruly hair,” she sneered, tugging off Elsa’s headband, causing the hair free of her braid to fly all around her head.

Elsa snatched her headband back. As she fixed her hair, she stated, “I’m gonna be the main event, like no Queen was before.” She then mimicked the pose of one of the noble ladies in a nearby portrait, continuing, “I’m brushing up on looking down.” She then broke the pose, churning up a small ball of snowy magic in her hands before releasing it into the air. “And I’m gonna let my power soar!”

Ms. Haugen brushed the light dusting of snow off her shoulder. “And thus far a rather uninspiring thing,” she muttered grumpily.

Elsa ignored her, instead declaring happily, “Oh I just can’t wait to be Queen!”

“You’ve got a rather long way to go, young lady,” Ms. Haugen snapped angrily, “If you think-”

“No one saying ‘Do this!’,” Elsa interrupted, imitating Ms. Haugen’s irritated pose by placing both hands on her hips and making a mock indignant face.

Ms. Haugen huffed in frustration. “Now when I said that, I meant-”

At this point, Anna was giggling her little head off, and couldn’t resist joining the fun. “No one saying ‘Be there!’,” she added cheerfully, leaping up onto the desk and pointing in a vague direction, also pretending to order someone around.

Ms. Haugen gasped in alarm. “Wha- Get down from there at once!” she commanded.

“No one saying ‘Stop that!’,” Elsa laughed, reaching a hand out for Anna to take, and then helping her down from the desk with ease.

“What you both don’t seem to realize, is-” Ms. Haugen tried to explain, only to stop short when she realized the pair of them were making a beeline for the door.

“No one saying ‘See here!’,” the sisters sang together, casting each other a mischevious glance before tearing out of the library.

“Now see here!” Ms. Haugen cried out in desperation before being forced to chase after them.

“We’d be free to run around all day!” Elsa stated happily as she and Anna raced down the hallway toward the large, circular staircase, “Free to do it all my way!”

With a graceful leap, she jumped up onto the banister of the staircase. With a wave of her hand, a bit of sparkling magic formed to help Anna up as well, and the pair slid all the way down to the main level, laughing as they did. Elsa dismounted with equal grace, and was there at the bottom to catch Anna before she went flying too far off the railing.

Before they could run off again, Ms. Haugen’s head appeared at the top of the stairs. She seemed a little winded, and her whole face was the colour of a tomato. “I think it’s time that you and I arranged a heart to heart,” she said, attempting her sugar-coated voice but instead coming off as far more threatening than usual as that’s what happens when one speaks through their gritted teeth.

“Queen’s don’t need advice from stuffy tutors, for a start,” Elsa replied nonchalantly. She and Anna then took off again down the main corridor, passing a few staff members who were more than amused at the sight of the mischevious princesses.

“If this is where the monarchy is headed, count me out,” Ms. Haugen growled to herself as she ran down the stairs as fast as she could, “Out of service. Out of Arendelle. I wouldn’t hang about!”

She got to the bottom of the stairs, and must have been a pretty ugly sight to see - panting, slightly sweaty and dishevelled, and face now beet red - because the staff who were still in the hallway froze in sheer terror, before merely pointing in the direction the frazzled tutor’s charges had gone. As she stormed down the hall, she grumbled, “Leave it to those two to cause a scene.”

Further down the hall, Elsa and Anna had found their way to the ballroom. It was fortunately empty that day, meaning they could use it to their advantage for ditching their tutor for good. They did, however, still find the door locked. They stood there for a moment in dismay, but a passing group of young maids spotted them.

“Oh, Princess Elsa! Princess Anna! What are you two up to?” one of the maids inquired, knowing full well that the pair were probably up to something.

“We just want to go outside, but Ms. Haugen won’t let us!” Anna told them.

Elsa looked up at the maids and smiled her perfect little smile that made her impossible to resist. “How would you all like to help us?” she asked slyly.

The maids looked to each other. They merely shrugged, then turned back to the princesses and nodded. “I’ll go see if anyone else wants in,” another maid said eagerly, before rushing off toward the staff quarters. Another stepped forward with a key to unlock the ballroom.

“Oh I just can’t wait to be Queen!” Elsa declared once again as they entered the ballroom.

“Erm, pardon me, Princess,” a maid asked hesitantly, “But what exactly are we going to do?”

“Ms. Haugen’s going to be here any second,” Elsa told them, her tone that of someone who not only commanded attention but was also a seasoned tactician, “I need you all to distract her.”

“And, what if she gets past us?”

Elsa grinned and released a few snowflakes from her hands. “Leave that to me,” she said confidently. Turning to Anna, she then asked, “Wanna build a snowman?”

Anna’s giant smile somehow got even bigger as she nodded eagerly. Elsa took a few more steps into the room, then slammed her foot down. Ice spread out across the wooden floor, going all the way to the walls before shooting up the pillars and over the wallpaper, forming intricate icy designs as it did. Shimmering, glowing ice and snow filled the whole ballroom with blue and silver light. Delicate, icy tapestries hung down from the ceiling. Even the thrones received a wintery makeover. Elsa didn’t stop until the room was a complete winter wonderland - a ballroom fit for an Ice Queen.

Just then, there was a loud slam, and a furious Ms. Haugen stood at the parted doors to the ballroom. With one final flick of her hand, icy skates formed on the feet of the various servants who had agreed to help the girls out, and they immediately knew what to do.

Ms. Haugen took a few shaky steps out onto the slippery floor, only to suddenly find herself caught up in a mess of dancing skaters. “Everybody look left!” Elsa called out, prompting the staff to all spin and skate toward the left, taking a panicked Ms. Haugen along with them.

“Everybody look right!” Anna cried out with a laugh, barely able to keep her balance as she watched her stuffy tutor struggling against the sea of skaters on the ice.

Despite the struggle, Ms. Haugen managed to crawl through the masses, so she was front and centre when Elsa slid into the centre of the room, right where the light from the windows was congregating, stating proudly: “Everywhere you look, I’ll stand in spotlight!” 

To add insult to injury, she had removed her headband, and brushed back her wavy hair into a wild, windswept look, held there by ice. She had even added some icy elements to her dress that glittered like stars in the sun. And she sported the largest grin on her face.

Ms. Haugen growled before forcing herself to stand up on the icy floor. “Not YET,” she shouted in retaliation.

Elsa didn’t seem fazed by the threat, instead conjuring glowing lines of magic in the shape of a hexagon around her and Anna. The ice on the floor shifted, then began to slowly rise up on six pillars of ice. Icicles looking like the branches of intricate snowflakes spread out between each pillar, sealing in the underside of the raised platform and - conveniently for Ms. Haugen - providing a way for her to climb up it. What she didn’t see was the formation of a short slide back down to the floor on the other side of the platform.

To make matters worse, the castle staff in cahoots with the princesses started to circle around the platform to make things difficult once again, all cheering wildly: “Let every subject go for broke and sing! From deep blue fjords and mountains green! She’ll be the greatest Queen we’ve ever seen!”

“Oh I just can’t wait to be Queen!” Elsa cried out from her icy stage.

Ms. Haugen huffed angrily and started to scale the structure. “If you live that long,” she muttered under her breath. She was so angry she didn’t even notice the cold from the ice on her skin.

“Oh I just can’t wait to be Queen!” Elsa repeated in her singsong voice, further egging her tutor on. At this point it was like waving a red flag in front of a bull, but the eldest princess knew what she was doing. That was the plan.

Ms. Haugen’s hand appeared over the edge of the platform. Then her other hand. Finally her head. And boy was she furious. Elsa motioned for Anna to head down the slide, which the younger princess did happily, sliding into the waiting hands of a couple helpful servants. Elsa remained where she was, holding full eye contact with her tutor when she began, “Oh I just can’t wait...”

Steam could practically be seen coming out of Ms. Haugen’s ears. She scrambled up to the platform and started to charge the princess, only for Elsa to casually point down. Ms. Haugen slid to a stop in the centre of the platform, only to finally notice the deep cracks in the ice that formed a six-sided trap door.

Elsa then jumped down the slide herself, and once she was down she and Anna headed for the door. With her and her sister looking out at their freedom, she turned back and finally finished: “...to be Queen!” And with that, she snapped her fingers, releasing the trap door. Ms. Haugen tumbled down onto a pile of soft snow inside her icy prison with one final yell. All the conspiratorial staff also fled out the various doors of the ballroom, leaving the fuming woman alone.

The sisters made their escape, racing out of the ballroom and down the hall, giggling and laughing the whole way. They rounded a corner, and were both so caught up in the excitement, that they didn’t see that the hallway had other occupants in it.

They each ran into a pair of legs. Anna had been going fast enough that she was knocked back onto her butt with a small “oof!”. Elsa remained on her feet, but in her disorientation, she wasn’t able to look up right away. She could only see a pair of impeccable, polished shoes standing in front of her. Shoes that looked very much like her father’s. And the person standing next to them was wearing a skirt that looked very much like her mother’s.

Elsa gulped and looked up to meet the confused and growing disappointed faces of her parents. Anna’s quiet “eep!” more than confirmed that this wasn’t a good situation to be in.

“Why aren’t you two in your lesson?” Papa asked slowly.

Elsa merely grinned as innocently as she could, but such an expression didn’t quite work on the King. Especially when he knew just how wily his daughter could be.

Then, in the distance, they could hear: “Hello? Hello? Elsa? Anna? Help!” The cries appeared to be coming in the direction of the ballroom.

Adgar levelled his daughter - who was still sporting her baby Ice Queen outfit - a tired, long-suffering glare. “Go to your room, the both of you,” he sighed in defeat, “We’ll discuss this after we talk with poor Ms. Haugen.”

“Y...yes, Papa,” Elsa replied quickly. Without another word, she scooped Anna up off the floor and the pair quickly raced upstairs to their shared bedroom.

“She gets it from you,” Adgar commented after his daughters had scampered away.

Idunn smirked. “I have definitely heard stories of you giving your tutors a hard time, too,” she said with a laugh.

“Have kids, they said,” Adgar grumbled with another exhausted sigh as he lead the way to the ballroom, “It’s for the continuation of the lineage, they said. It’ll be easy, they said...”

“And...you love them,” Idunn reminded him gently, a knowing smile on her face.

“Yes,” Adgar admitted with a small grin. It was promptly wiped off his face when he pushed open the door to the ballroom, only to discover the winter wonderland complete with Ms. Haugen doing her best impression of a caged tiger. Adgar sighed, likely not for the final time that afternoon. “Although it’s going to be increasingly hard to get them a proper education at this rate...”

[strange-daughter-x]

My Heart's an Autoclave

Trudy/Kelsey fic sample

A deep breath.

A step back.

A beautiful throw.

16 pounds of hard rubber THUNK onto the lane.

The anticipation, and dread, of the roll down the aisle. 

Your decision has been made, all left to do now is watch.

Kelsey’s ball slams into the pins, and it's a strike! 

She can't help but punch the air in joy as she turns around to see all the rest of her team celebrating… except for Trudy. 

Tony is whistling (it's hard to clap with a whiskey in hand), Francis and BB are cheering for her, but Trudy is just looking down at her lap. Kelsey’s feelings aren't hurt, she’s a woman with thick skin, but her best friend is usually very enthusiastic. It's one of the things Kelsey loves about her. In an, of course, friendly and platonic and proper way. 

Kelsey works on finishing her frame, and considers what could be affecting Trudy so. This was their first bowling tournament as a team since all the Peachyville chaos finally settled out. Trudy (finally) was free of Tucker for good, and while her friends were nothing but happy, perhaps it had been harder on Trudy herself. Why wouldn't it be? She's never been independent in any way before this, and of course Trudy would pretend everything was fine! She was programmed to never complain! That absolute…jackass that built her better be ashamed of himself. But Kelsey found shame building in herself too. Perhaps She didn't support her friend the way she should’ve in the aftermath. If she had, maybe Trudy wouldn't be feeling so distant right now! She finishes the turn, an unremarkable one, and sits down next to Trudy

“Are you alright?” Kelsey sounds earnest and gentle, just as she intended to.

“Why no, Kelsey I don't think I am!” Replies Trudy, her voice both chipper and… confused?

“Oh no dear, I am so so sorry, I’m sure you're still so broken up about T-” 

“No! No no no! That's not at all what I meant.” she says, all sugar and singsong, “I think there is something wrong with my ticker.” 

When Kelsey learned the truth of Trudy’s existence, she couldn't help but be curious. It’s not something one brushes off casually. Specifically, what could they do if Trudy was hurt, or broken? She can't go to a doctor, maybe since Tony is good with cars he might know a little, but the idea of him messing with her machinery, even if for a good reason, made Kelsey's skin crawl. 

Tucker is the only one that knows how to fix her. But she would rather drag his lifeless body one-thousand miles through the Sahara than make Trudy see him again. Honestly though, that’s what learning to engineer feels like anyway.

[sprylittleboy]

I made some really good rice today someone should kiss me about it!

[ub-sessed]

Notes:

This is pretty sweet; try it with a bit less sugar. Melt the butter. Put the wet ingredients into a hole in the dry ingredients. Don't use a non-stick pan.

[greenfeelings]

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