Deadass talked to him for like 4 hours lmao but I got most of my questions answered! This is gonna be only the fact part of my talks with Rosa, I'll post the more personal interactions in another post.
Ok so number 1 is MOLLY WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE A CHILD LMAOOOO. She was still very young (early 20s) and died fairly young as well, but Rosa said he just wanted to portray an overworked miner and mother. AND I THINK HE SAW MY POST FROM JUNE LMAO. He said 'A few months ago I saw someone post how Molly looks like a child and why does she look like a child! But no no no that's not what I intended at all! I don't know why other prints of the family tree make her look like a child! This is the most accurate one.' (he points to the one where Molly is older looking and has Ludwig in it was well.)
Number 2 is what happened to Hortense and Della? Apparently Della was always missing to him. He didn't clarify how exactly she was missing, but she just went missing. Hortense on the other hand, he had more details. Originally in his mind, Hortense was alive and well! She was hiding and only Matilda knew. Rosa was originally going to do a sequel to 'The Castle's Secret' where Matilda reveals that they should go reunite with Hortense.
Rosa got as far as creating a general script and some doodles but then Disney and his editors came up to him and said that he wasn't allowed to include any of the Sensational Six's parents. So treat her as if she died. So that's just what Rosa did, so yes Hortense is dead in the Life and Times.
Number 3: Would Scrooge have settled down and make Dawson his home base instead of Duckburg? Rosa actually laughed at this one cause he had never thought of it before. His first answer was that he wasn't really sure! But regarding a family and stuff, he wasn't sure either so he just said 'maybe? Who knows what would have happened.' AND BOY IS MAYBE GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME LMAO
But he did go into the whole Scrooge faking his death to go and marry Goldie, move back into the cabin, and live the rest of his days with her. Which actually he was going to get that published as well! But Disney immediately said a cold hard 'no'
Not really a number but, ROSA DOESN'T HATE DUCKTALES!!! This is the one that surprised me a bit! He laughed and asked why does everybody think he hates Ducktales! He said DT87 was one of the best shows of the 80s and DT17 is just...interesting and a bit weird to him.
The difference is he doesn't like how the shows were executed. He said the shows really dumbed down the lessons of the comics. But for little kids, yeah it's a good show. He thinks DT doesn't do a very good at portraying everything the comics were able to convey. He doesn't like watching the show, and hasn't watched it all the way through, but he doesn't hate DT.
Also he actually gets excited when people tell him that they discovered his books through Ducktales! Because they're still managing to find and actually taking the time to read the Carl Barks comics and the Don Rosa comics.
Goldie's eye color. Now this one was interesting to me. I brought up how Goldie's eyes constantly change between blue and green. Apparently Rosa intended for her to always have blue! 'She's supposed to be this beautiful woman, so I had to give her those shining blue eyes. But Carl Barks gave her green eyes so it's always changed. I don't control the colonization of the comics.'
What happened to the chilis? So many Don Rosa fans will know that at conventions, Rosa usually brings a basket of chilis for people to eat. But the last few times he hasn't brought them. Apparently it's because in Europe he found out he could get in huge legal trouble for it, and in the US, people would touch the chilis and not eat them. So Rosa just didn't wanna deal with the hassle of that anymore.
I'm sure we talked about more regarding TLAT but I don't remember at the moment, I'll add on if I remember again 😅
New Scroldie oneshot incoming that'll take too long again. Anyways more angst but not cringe angst as it was last go. Like. General audiences angst ig. Will be some blood tho.
Such Halloween is next month. I was imagining Goldie and Scrooge dressed up as Jessica and Roger Rabbit from Who Frame Roger Rabbit for Halloween.😂
i was rereading A Fresh Start? and started thinking about more goldie amnesia scenario things. its fun!
I made this a month ago and I had completely forgotten about it until I scrolled try some old edits and found it
Goldie prepares gifts for Scrooge's birthday but never sends them to him
Ducktales names in Swedish:
Joakim von anka (Scrooge Mcduck)
Knatte fnatte tjatte ( Huey dewey and Louie )
Glittriga gullan ( Goldie o’gilt)
Uppfinnar-Jocke (Gyro gearloose )
Sigge mcquack ( Launchpad)
Von pluring ( Rockerduck )
Fru Matilda ( Beakley )
Alexander Lukas ( Gladstone gander )
Guld-Ivar flinthjärta ( Flintheart Glomgold )
Anki anka ( webby vanderquack )
Kalle anka and Della anka ( Donald and Della duck )
Fenton spadring ( Fenton )
Björnligan ( the beagle boys )
Björn in Swedish means bear
Goldie thinks Scrooge doesn't love her more than his family, until she finds out that loving Louie is different than loving Scrooge and she would never choose one of them and abandon the other.
(she would've saved Louie from any danger but only because she knows Scrooge can get himself out of it)
Woke up thinking about slexie quote for scroldie.
Scrooge (like Mark in ga) is trying to move on, starts relationship with some lady, really tries to forget Goldie, but can't. Goldie thinks he actually moved on and one day she just can't hold it back anymore (like Lexie) and it's..
Goldie: I love you. Oh god.. That just came flying out of my face. I love you. I just... I did it again! I love you. I do. I just, I love you. And I have been trying not to say it. I have been trying so hard to just mash it down and ignore it and not say it.
I am so in love with you. You're in me. It's like you're a disease. It's like I'm infected by Scrooge McDuck and I just can't think about anything or anybody else. And I can't sleep, I can't breathe, I can't eat! And I love you! I love you all the time. Every minute of every day.
I. Love. You.
Just sitting down and wondering how Goldie and Scrooge reacted to Opal going to preschool for the first time. It was a hard sell but they eventually caved and Opal was so confused.
She understood. But didn’t get it. Mommy and Daddy couldn’t stay with her? They had to leave??? When would they be back???
Then she did the bottom lip tremble at work and tried to chase after them and cried silently because she is “Mommy’s big girl.”
Scrooge being the sentimental sap he is totally breaks first with quick recovery but is absolutely shook when he sees Goldie weeping silently.
“Ah, lass, we’ll see her at the end of the day.”
“Yeah, but…she’s growing up.” Goldie sniffles. “I hate that. She needs to stay tiny and with me.”
It’s the first and only time Goldie admits this aloud and Scrooge knows it as she says it. He wraps an arm around her shoulder and kisses her cheek. “If it’s worth anything, dear, you still have me.”
“It isn’t, actually.” She laughs, wiping her eyes. “But thanks.”
Okk fgjh i had wanted to do a redraw of this mah first Scroldie pic(? jsjs
4 years apart, you can see the difference fjds
running in circles
chapter two: it started out like it always ends summary: Goldie follows Scrooge to his claim. warnings: references to sex, nothing explicit wordcount: 3519 playlist (will be updated as chapters are posted): shorturl.at/bfBCQ ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33776632/chapters/83961745
posting chapter two a little earlier than planned cuz im impatient and also sick so i wanna get it onlineeeee. text will also be included in this post for those of you that don’t use ao3:
Goldie was angry and sweating and if she hadn’t seen McDuck’s own lantern in the distance, she’d have been certain that Scrooge somehow tricked her into going the wrong way. She’d had a feeling this would be a bit of a trek, but it’d been two hours already and all she could say for certain was that Moosehide Mountain was much larger than she realized.
Also: mountain climbing was not fun. She didn’t see herself doing this ever again if she could help it. And definitely not at night.
Despite all the dirt and sweat and scratches and random animals scurrying around, Goldie couldn’t take her mind off the fact that Scrooge hadn’t slowed down - not once, not for even a second - so she wouldn’t either. Maybe her legs would hurt like hell in the morning, but at least she could shove her pick-axe in that crass miner’s face and show him he was wrong about her.
It wasn’t like she was unused to men making every assumption about her that crossed their minds. But there was something about this particular miner and the way he accused her of being just like Soapy Slick...it struck a nerve. She couldn’t shake off the need to prove him wrong. Soapy tricked and lied and conned and took every advantage he could find, but he did it simply because he wanted to. Goldie did it because she had no other choice.
And she did work hard. She worked hard as hell to get to where she was - and she did it all by herself. No family to help her out, no one to hold her hand when things got hard. She wasn’t someone who caught lucky breaks, either, she had to fail hundreds of times to earn all the skills she had at the tender age of 29.
With all that angry ranting tumbling around in her head, Goldie didn’t even realize how far into the mountain she’d gotten. She’d never traveled this far from Dawson before - she was sure if the sun was out, she wouldn’t even be able to see the town behind her. Scrooge McDuck was quite a paranoid guy if his claim was this far out of the way, but it made a certain sense. Less people around meant he’d get more space all to himself.
Well, he used to have it all to himself. Now she’d be taking some, too, and he’d have to admit that she was just as capable as him.
That thought in mind kept her feet moving, though Goldie was feeling spectacularly tired. She’d had to be on her feet far longer than this when she performed show after show after show, but this time she went straight from performing to running without much of a break in-between. The long day and even longer night was starting to catch up to her, but she couldn’t lose sight of her goal.
She glared down the path she was walking and suddenly stopped. Where the hell was Scrooge?
With a sudden burst of energy, Goldie rushed down the steep path - almost losing her footing several times - and as she turned a corner, she came face-to-face with the angriest duck she’d ever seen.
She stopped just before she bumped into him, but her hand still managed to brush against his for a brief moment before she stepped back.
“What do ye think you’re doing?!” Scrooge asked in a low growl, his lantern held tight in his hand.
Goldie took a few deep breaths, trying to get her story straight. She didn’t expect to catch up to him until they were at his claim and she hadn’t really planned on explaining herself. “What do you think I’m doing, sourdough?”
“I think you’ve been sent by Soapy to find my claim and steal my gold!” Scrooge yelled, giving her a rough shove. “Get out of here right now before you regret followin’ me!”
“Soapy?!” Goldie looked deeply offended and shoved him right back. “This has nothing to do with him! I just couldn’t stand your stupid patronizing attitude, you big galoot!”
Scrooge looked confused, but kept his glare on her. “So what? You just followed me out here to try and convince me you’re more than some petty thief? Good luck with that, O’Gilt! I know a liar when I see one and you’re nothin’ but!”
She let out a raged screech before lunging at Scrooge and grabbing the straps of his bag. “You are the most infuriating, rude, presumptuous, frustrating ass I’ve ever-”
“And you’re nothin’ but a snake and a skirt, just tryin’ to ruin the lives of hard workers like me!”
The two of them screamed back and forth for a good thirty seconds before a sudden quake got their attention. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment and then slowly turned towards the mountain above them.
In the hours they’d been traveling, the sun was finally starting to come up. Thanks to that, they could clearly see snow starting to tumble down from far up the mountain, gathering up as it tore down towards them.
Scrooge quickly grabbed Goldie’s wrist and pulled her down the path they were headed, not bothering to explain the obvious problem with them continuing to stand and fight where they were. That avalanche was huge and he wasn’t planning to have his life ended by something so stupid and pointless as a little bit of angry snow.
Goldie didn’t say anything as she ran along with him - though he had a good grip on her wrist, she still turned her hand over and grabbed his wrist as well, hoping that neither of them would let go. She wasn’t the slowest runner, but she didn’t think she could outrun an avalanche on her own.
It was a few minutes of running and loud crashing snow and rock before they could stop to catch their breath. They were both hyperventilating and Goldie was happy to know he wasn’t fairing too much better than her.
They simultaneously looked back at the path, then at each other. Their eyes locked for a moment as they continued to loudly inhale and exhale, but as soon as Scrooge glanced down at their still-connected hands, his breathing froze and he pulled himself out of her grip and turned away from her.
Goldie took a moment to absorb that and smirked. Despite all the yelling and insulting, he was clearly still attracted to her. She could probably use that to her advantage.
Though that didn’t change one very important thing: how the hell was she supposed to get back to Dawson? She looked up the path and saw it was completely blocked by all the snow and rocks, and during her walk she didn’t see any other way to get around the mountain. She looked over at Scrooge and glared.
“I sure hope there’s another way for me to get back, ‘cause I’m-”
“You’re what?!” Scrooge yelled, clearly very satisfied to interrupt her. He turned to glare at her again and poke her in the shoulder. “This is all your fault, you jeopardizin’ jumper! You shouldnae have followed me in the first place! This trek is dangerous and you’re just some dancehall girl! What was your plan here? Knock me out again and be on your way? You’ll not catch me off guard again, Goldie!"
She exhaled loudly and clenched her fists. "My plan was just to take a few days and prove to you how wrong you are about me, obviously I didn't plan on you yelling loudly enough to cause an avalanche! My saloon needs me! If I'm stuck out here in the middle of nowhere with you, everyone's gonna think I'm dead!" Goldie paced around in a circle while she yelled, thrashing her arms about. "It can’t be that long until the path clears, right? I can’t be stuck out here!”
Scrooge glared at her. “This is exactly what I mean! You don’t know a single thing about being out here doing real work! You really thought you could just come out here and find some gold in a few days? Either you’re plannin’ to cheat with magic or you just plain don’t know anything! This is dangerous and the path back to Dawson is going to be cut off for at least a month with all that snow!”
Goldie stared at him blankly, trying to collect her thoughts regarding his insults and the news about her being stuck. “A month?!”
“...is that really all you took away from that?!”
She glared. “You don’t know me, McDuck! I don’t care what you say about me, you can call me lazy and a liar and a cheat, but I’ll show you that Goldie O’Gilt is not someone to be trifled with! If I’m stuck here for a month, then I’m gonna use that month to be the best miner this side of Moosehide’s ever seen!”
Scrooge glared back at her and scoffed. “You’ve got nothin’ on Scrooge McDuck, you cocky conman. And I’m not givin’ you space at my claim! If you managed to dig up any gold out here, it’d be mine to keep!”
She pointed a thumb behind them. “Complain all you want, but it's not like we've got any other choice. Unless you plan on kidnapping me and keeping me locked up in your little tent, of course."
Scrooge glared at the avalanche aftermath behind her and huffed out a loud grump before finally turning around to continue his walk. He didn't have any interest in babysitting some spoiled lazy girl who would just whine the whole time she was there.
Unfortunately, his only other option at that point would be to leave her out in the cold and let her die. Though most people in Dawson would consider him a coldhearted guy, he wasn't that bad. (Well, maybe if it was Soapy he'd leave him to the elements. But Goldie wasn't Soapy, even if she was definitely working for him).
They hiked in silence for almost another hour before Goldie finally caught a glimpse of a small wooden cabin in the distance. She raised an eyebrow and turned towards the back of Scrooge's head. "I didn't realize you had a whole cabin out here. You build that all by yourself?"
"Of course I did," Scrooge scoffed, pointing his thumb to his sternum. "I'm Scrooge McDuck! Anythin’ I need done, I can get done!"
She didn't comment on that, storing the thought away for later when she'd need it more. The ol' sourdough thought he could do anything, hm? It'd be nice to take his nugget and prove him wrong about himself, too. He could say his name over and over, but that didn’t change the fact that he was just a man and she was the sneakiest thief in the entire Yukon. She thought back to her golden rule: if you wanna pick a pocket, you’ve gotta get close. She realized there was probably nothing closer than sharing such a small space for an entire month, but she’d have to pace herself.
Still walking in silence, they made their way into the cabin. Scrooge put his lantern down on the table, having already turned the light out as soon as the sun was high enough for them to see. Goldie noticed that he didn’t take off his coat and realized that it wasn’t much warmer inside than out.
A shiver ran up her spine and she hugged herself tightly. She knew miners weren’t living luxurious lives out in the wilderness, but she thought they’d at least have a little bit of warmth.
“You live here?”
Scrooge turned to glare at her, just a bit satisfied that he didn’t have to be the one to break the silence. During the last hour of their hike, he’d collected all of his embarrassment about having a woman live in his tiny one-bedroom cabin with him and completely thrown it out the window, focusing instead on keeping his deed and his gold safe from her grubby, thieving hands. “Hard workers like myself don’t get to live in cushy heated saloons. This is what you get,” he said angrily.
She huffed and looked around, putting her lantern down next to his. He shut hers off as well, immediately annoyed that she’d waste expensive oil by keeping it on. She saw a door and opened it to find a bedroom with one very small, shoddy-looking bed.
Not that she expected any different, but still. Goldie let out a quiet sigh and wondered if her ease around this man earlier was undeserved. Following him out to the middle of nowhere where she could scream as loud as possible and no one would hear her was definitely not her brightest idea.
“You can take the bed,” Scrooge offered with a shrug.
Surprised, Goldie turned around and stared at him. She just expected them to share it. “...and where are you going to sleep?”
“In the woodbin,” Scrooge mumbled, rustling through one of his bags.
“Oh,” she replied quietly, not sure what to say. She glanced at the bed, back at Scrooge, back to the bed again. If he was going to be a gentleman about this, she had no reason to question it, but there was a small part of her that wondered if he was just trying to get her guard down. He was rude and aggressive, but even when he had an opportunity to attack her earlier, he didn’t. She decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. “Alright, then.”
“Not that it matters now,” he continued, pulling out a pick-axe. “Since the day is just gettin’ started!”
“What?” Goldie exclaimed, hands on her hips. “I’ve been awake since six in the morning yesterday and then I spent all night hiking through a mountain! You can’t expect me to start digging without a break!”
Scrooge scoffed and looked at her over his shoulder. “I don’t expect you to do any hard work. You can stay inside, cookin’ and cleanin’, and that’ll be enough to pay off the rent of stayin’ in my cabin.”
“Wh…” Her mouth hung open and she clenched her fists at her side. “Excuse me?! I’m not going to sit here and be your little housewife, you sexist sourbelly!” She rushed towards him and grabbed the axe out of his hand before shoving it under his beak. “I’ll dig enough gold to cover my rent,” she spat at him angrily, “and then some!”
Scrooge watched quietly as she marched out his door, letting in some freezing cold air before it shut behind her. He scratched one of his cheeks and leaned down to grab his spare pick-axe. “I have a bad feelin’ about this…”
Goldie had to physically restrain herself from whining. The work was exhausting, as she expected, and dirty and filthy and she was drenched in sweat, plus she was tired as hell considering she hadn’t slept in thirty-six hours, and she hadn’t found anything besides some little gold dust which amounted to basically nothing. But the worst part?
Scrooge was barely breaking a sweat.
It made her want to strangle him. She knew miners had to work themselves to the bone out in the wilderness, they talked about it enough and she’d gotten plenty familiar with their rough, calloused hands. But Mr. Hardworking McDuck was clearly going above and beyond. Whether he was always like that or just trying to show off and make her feel bad, she didn’t know, but she knew for a fact that no other miner in Dawson would be swinging their axe like that on exactly zero hours of sleep.
As much as she didn’t want to show any weakness in front of him, she could only do so much. And not only was she tired, she was desperately hungry. When was the last time she’d eaten? Probably right before her show the night before. She could still taste the potatoes and now she was stuck wondering if Scrooge had any food lying around or if he just ate whatever animal happened to wander nearby.
She glanced back at the cabin for the fifth time in under an hour and Scrooge finally spoke up, even though she was sure he hadn’t been looking at her.
“Feelin’ tired?” Scrooge asked smugly. “It’s only been six hours, O’Gilt. If you can’t handle that-”
“Oh like you aren’t hungry!” Goldie yelled, tossing her axe aside. “You haven’t had any food or drink since -”
“Since your coffee,” he finished, relishing the opportunity to remind her of what she did to him.
She shut her mouth and simply glared, reaching down to grab her axe again and get back to destroying every piece of rock in her path. Scrooge was a little impressed that she was stubborn enough to keep going, but he wasn’t impressed enough to stop so they could eat. Of course he was tired and hungry, but now that there were two mouths to feed, they’d need to skip lunch to make sure they had enough food to last the month. He wasn’t about to start killing innocent animals just because a thief decided to cause an avalanche.
Goldie grumbled as she continued to break rock after rock after rock. If she was trapped for a month, she’d have to work alongside him and keep herself alive until she found another opportunity to grab his gold. As much as she knew this was going to suck, she just had to keep going.
Goldie was sore. She hadn’t been this sore in years, over a decade at least, and she didn’t miss the feeling. Her arms ached. Her legs ached. Her shoulders, her back, her stomach. Everything hurt like hell.
Scrooge woke up early and made coffee (if you could call it that) and breakfast (again, if you could call it that) and Goldie didn’t understand how he could be so energetic after spending a night sleeping on the floor. Instinctively, she assumed he had taken the mattress off the bed and dragged it over there with him, but then she thought...when would he have been able to do that? She was with him the whole time. There was no reason why it would’ve already been there.
Ignoring all that logic, Goldie swung open the door to the woodbin and found a sad looking pile of chopped wood and nothing else. Her bed was massively uncomfortable, but it was better than that, at least.
She didn’t want him to know how much her body was aching, so Goldie took a deep breath and made her way to the kitchen. She decided she’d suck it up and do whatever he did - eat what he ate, drink what he drank - and in a few days she’d get used to the workload. Her body had handled worse in the past, just because she’d had nice food and a cushy bed for the past few months didn’t mean she’d lost her edge.
Scrooge raised an eyebrow at her when she walked in. “You changed your hair?”
She followed his line of sight to her bangs and put a hand on her hip. “Do you think my hair did that on its own? I didn’t exactly pack my curlers, sourdough.”
He looked embarrassed for a moment and then turned back to his food, grumbling about how he didn’t understand womanly things.
Goldie took a seat next to him and rolled her eyes. “Your ma back home didn’t try any of her hair stuff on you?” She smirked and leaned forward, flicking at his bangs with her hand.
Scrooge quickly slapped her hand away from his face, angry at himself for blushing. “We didnae have the money for frivolities like that,” he grumbled. “And my sisters were too young for those kinds of things when I left.”
She leaned onto one hand. “Of course not,” she said semi-sarcastically. “How could the morally infallible miner come from anything but a poor, downtrodden family?”
He glared at her and Goldie realized that he was starting to understand her sarcasm. “And where does a thief come from? A family of thieves? Were you so spoiled as a child that you decided nothin’ was ever enough?”
Goldie raised an eyebrow at his significantly less-than-accurate assessment, sitting up and leaning against the back of her chair. “This thief comes from nowhere.”
Scrooge looked at her in confusion. “Well...you had to come from somewhere.”
“I suppose that’s true.”
Goldie picked at the feathers at the ends of her fingers, cleaning off some grime and matted ends, while Scrooge tried to figure out how she just ended the conversation like that. He wondered briefly if she had a reason to avoid giving him any personal information, or if she really just didn’t like to talk about it. Maybe Soapy told her not to say anything.
Either way, he stood up from the table and decided that Soapy Slick’s little lackey didn’t deserve anymore of his personal time. “Let’s get to work, Goldie.”