#{{ DT17: Rolling In the Deep;; }}

[birdiemcquack]

@tunnagan​ || Launchpad || A Bittersweet Reunion

Birdie recalled the day Drake Mallard had shown up on the McQuack homestead as if it had happened mere minutes ago. Since his visit she’d been worried sick about her son, so much so that she’d started packing a bag in the middle of Ripcord telling her everything Drake had conveyed to him. She’d been teary-eyed since then too and she wasn’t sure her eyes would look alright by the time they got to Duckburg. 

Ripcord was holding together better than she was but it was clear to her that he was equally as upset. He drove their car into town with his hands death-gripping the steering wheel and his back rigid. Birdie clung to Ripcord’s arm in the hopes it would comfort the both of them on the ride over. Whatever had happened to their son, they’d help him together. They’d share every moment of anguish together too.

When they arrived at the address Drake had given them, the both of them felt somewhat relieved. It seemed that even if he’d forgotten many things, he hadn’t forgotten his roots. His home was a hangar with a huge metal garage door on the front of it. Birdie got out of the car and stared. She vaguely heard Ripcord tell her he’d leave the bags in the car for now, and vaguely heard her own voice reply.

She hesitated at the door so long that Ripcord came to her side and put a supportive hand on her shoulder. His support gave her courage enough to knock.

“Is anyone home?” she called out. “Launchpad? Are you there, dear?”

#{{ DT17: Rolling In the Deep;; }} #{{ Modern Day;; }} #tunnagan

[ripcord-mcquack]

@calisotamuses​ || Drake || A Long Lost Memory

It wasn’t often that calls were made to the McQuack farm by strangers. Ripcord had just landed his bi-plane and pushed it back into the hangar when he heard a car coming up the drive. Not long after, a young duck got out and started looking for a living being. Ripcord pulled his goggles off his face and headed out to greet him. No sense in letting the kid stay looking lost.

“Hey-ooo!” He lifted a hand in greeting from afar. “Can’t say I’ve seen you around before, stranger! What brings ya to th’ McQuack residence?”

As he got within an arm’s distance, Ripcord held his hand out for a shake.

“Name’s Ripcord, kid. Ripcord McQuack. Do y’need help findin’ somewhere all th’ way out here in the boonies? Or have ya come ta talk about planes?”

#calisotamuses #{{ DT17: Rolling In the Deep;; }} #{{ Modern Day;; }}

[loopey-mcquack]

@tunnagan || Launchpad

She’d gotten news that Launchpad had come home, but what her parents hadn’t broken to her was that he was at a loss on his memories. Needless to say, Loopy was shocked when her big brother didn’t immediately react like she thought he would when she said hello. At the time, she’d chalked it up to him being tired but then her parents had broken it to her that he had amnesia. It was up to all of them to help him remember the best he could.

Loopy hardly slept all that night, spending hours staring up at the glowing stars still glued to her ceiling, wondering how she could help. Her big brother, always that beacon of hope and perseverance... now he was the one that needed a hand. It was daunting to have to play leader this time. 

The next day, as much as it made her uncomfortable to do, she took charge just like her parents. It hurt her to know Launchpad was suffering, but knew it’d hurt more if he was left forever in the dark. She too would help him.

“Big brother! Like- It’s great to have you home! Mom and Dad never stop saying how much they miss you when things get slow and I always say you’re out there making dreams come true! You’ve always known how to live life totally to the max!”

A pause.

“For the record, I totally missed you a lot too, big brother. It sucks you lost your memory and junk. But no way you’ve forgotten forever! It’s like you always say and do: just gotta get back up again!”

#{{ DT17: Rolling In the Deep;; }} #{{ Modern Day;; }} #tunnagan

[audubonbaybridge]

Rest your head, little girl blue

Author: @shesasurvivor (aka @audubonbaybridge)

Rating: General

Summary: Drake just wants to keep Gosalyn safe. Maybe asking her to be his crimefighting partner wasn't the best way to do that. But someone has to be there for the kid. Especially today. Set post-Let's Get Dangerous.

A/N: How exciting was Let's Get Dangerous? I'm so happy that Gosalyn has finally arrived in the DT17 universe. Her relationship with Darkwing is everything, and I couldn't help wanting to flesh them out a litle more in this version of their lives. Consider this a little warmup for getting a grasp on their new characterizations.

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"Okay, Gosalyn- "

"Uh-uh. Quiverwing."

"Oh! Alright. Remember, Quiverwing, you want to give your enemies a sense of surprise. You want to ease through the night, sneaking up on them."

"Why wait?" The redhead duckling jumped from the perch where she and Darkwing Duck hid in wait for their nightly nemesis, St. Canard's current number one villain, Dr. Slug.

"Gosalyn!! Uh, I mean, Quiverwing!" Darkwing Duck yelped in a mixture of terror and surprise as he watched his protege leap haphazardly from the shadows and directly into the path of danger. Seeing no other choice, he jumped after her, hurrying to catch up.

"He's right around the corner, according to W.A.N.D.A.! If we hurry, we can corner him and pin him to the ground in no time!" Quiverwing Quack called behind her to Darkwing Duck as she raced along the dark, empty city streets.

"No, Gosalyn, we need to have a plan! Ahh!" Darkwing fell to his face as he tripped over a curb. His screech finally brought Gosalyn to a halt.

Turning around to the scene of Darkwing Duck splayed out across the cement, she couldn't help rolling her eyes, even if a small smile threatened to lift the corners of her beak. "Are you okay?" she asked, circling back to where he lay.

"Never better," he muttered. With a deep breath, he pushed himself up with his arms, then brushed off his costume. "But we really should be more careful. Dr. Slug is St. Canard's number one villain. He could have anything planned for us."

"But how am I going to learn how to be a superhero if I'm always playing it safe?" Gosalyn shot back. "Come on, you said you wanted me to be your crimefighting partner, remember?"

"Well, yeah... " Darkwing had brought that up. He couldn't deny Gosalyn was smart and challenging, and she was actually good in a fight. But that hadn't been the reason he had asked her to be his partner. Not the real reason, anyway.

"Then teach me!" Before he had a chance to argue, she turned on her feet and began running back in the direction of the bank Dr. Slug was supposed to be in.

"No! Gosalyn, it's not safe!"

This had the desired effect. Or so Darkwing thought, at least. Gosalyn slid to a stop, then whirled around to face him. "Safe?" she asked. "Was it safe when you jumped off a scaffold to save me?"

"Well- "

"Or when you rode your motorcycle off the wires on the Audubon Bay Bridge?"

"Well, that's just how you exit Darkwing Tower."

Gosalyn rolled her eyes and crossed her eyes. "And I guess it was safe when you marched alone to face Taura Bulba and the Fearsome Four without anyone there to help you. That seemed really safe."

"Hey, young lady!" He was mad now. He had gone into that building alone for a reason. And it was the same reason he didn't want her rushing headfirst into a dangerous trap set by a supervillain now. "That's going too far!"

For a brief second, Gosalyn drew back, quiet. Then anger flooded her eyes. "Young lady? Don't call me that! You're not my father!"

Now it was his turn to draw back in surprise. "Maybe not," he said slowly. "But I'm looking out for you anyway. Someone has to."

"I thought I told you, I don't need anyone to look out for me!" Gosalyn crossed her arms and glared at him.

This was true, and Darkwing remembered the words well. He also remembered thinking how much he disagreed with her assessment. How, no matter how much she might insist she was fine on her own, she clearly needed someone to be there for her. To help her and look out for her. And whether Drake wanted to admit it himself, he could barely stop himself from being the one to do it.

"Fine," Darkwing crossed his own arms. "But you can't help me with Dr. Slug. You'll just have to watch me this time."

"What?!" Gosalyn's beak dropped open in shocked outrage. "You can't stop me!"

"I can take away quack-fu lessons for a week if you don't stay out of this fight."

Her brow furrowed, angry, but at a loss for words. She was at an impasse, and she knew it. Gosalyn lived for their daily quack fu lessons. Truth be told, Drake hated to take them away from her himself. They gave her a focus and discipline she sorely needed and craved. She had thrived under his tutelage, and he couldn't help watching her progress with pride. But he would take them away if it meant keeping her safe now.

When it became clear to Gosalyn that he would not relent on this, she stomped past him with her hands rolled into fists, grumbling something about how ridiculous he was as she headed back to the Ratcatcher.

The journey back to Darkwing Tower was silent. Gosalyn would not look at him, instead opting to stare off into the side with a stony expression on her face, arms still crossed. She wouldn't be over missing out on tonight's fight for a while. Darkwing couldn't help the numerous glances at her as he drove. Couldn't help wondering if he had made the right call or if he should have given in and let her fight. Would it have been better for her to let her have her way and addressed the issue later? No, he was convinced that making her sit this one out was the right choice. It was the only way to make sure she understood the consequences.

Back in the tower, she quickly climbed out of the sidecar, tossing her helmet aside carelessly, not even bothering to look where it fell. Drake wordlessly picked it up, watching as she sulked up the ladder to the window overlooking Audubon Bay. Her favorite place to go when she was upset.

Placing the helmet back in the sidecar, he took a deep breath and decided to follow her. He found her curled up on the window ledge as she stared out at the city. If Launchpad were here, he would join her. It had worked before, hadn't it? Drake padded over and settled down next to her, letting his legs dangle over the side.

Gosalyn didn't even acknowledge his presence. She just stared out into space.

Drake sat in silence for a long time, trying to think about how to approach her. It was difficult sometimes, trying to find the right words to say to her. Yet he understood her. In a lot of ways, she reminded him of himself. Maybe that was what made it so difficult. He wanted to do right by her. Until they found her grandfather, he was the only guardian she had. And despite her protestations that she could take care of himself, he knew she needed someone to care for her.

This time, though, Gosalyn solved the problem for him.

"Why did you even take me in as your crimefighting partner," she asked, putting extra emphasis on the last few words, "if you didn't have any intention of actually letting me fight?"

Drake opened his bill to answer, then shut it again, still not sure how to respond. Was it this hard for everyone raising a preteen? He caught himself--raising? They had both agreed that this wasn't what that was. Gosalyn had made it clear she had her own family she wanted to get back to. And Darkwing Duck worked best as a solo act.

Except when he didn't.

"I do want you to fight," he said. "I just want you to be smart about doing it. You can't just go rushing into every situation without a plan. Remember how things went with Taurus Bulba?"

He was greeted with stony silence. Of course, she remembered.

"Look," he said, "I just want you to stay safe- "

"You treat me like some kind of baby! I'm not a baby!" She turned and glared at him, her green eyes reflecting anger, but also a flicker of something else. Doubt.

"I know you're not! But, well- " Drake stuttered, looking for the right way to explain it. What it was he wanted for her. Drake wanted her to tone her inherent strength, to keep her spirit alive, and learn how to utilize it in her favor. He just wanted the best for her. The best in the whole world. But he also knew, if he were honest, that maybe she was right. He just didn't want her to get hurt.

"Of course, you're not a baby!" He told her. "But is it so wrong that I don't want anything to happen to you? You're still just a kid, Gosalyn! A resourceful one, sure, but I still have to protect you!"

There it was: the tip of the iceberg of what was really going on inside Drake. That maybe asking her to stick around wasn't so much about giving her a place to stay and something to do while they searched for a way to bring back her grandfather, but because he couldn't stand the thought of letting her be alone in this world. That he really did want to keep her safe.

He expected her usual acerbic insistence that she didn't need anyone to protect her, but he was surprised to be met by silence. His expression softened. "Hey... you okay?"

Gosalyn glanced at him, then sighed as she looked back out over the bay. "I know you were just trying to protect me," she said.

Drake quirked an eyebrow. This wasn't going as he expected. "You do?"

Gosalyn didn't answer his question. A faraway look was in her eyes like her mind wasn't in the present. And it didn't take much for Drake to tell that something was bothering her.

"Hey, earth to Gosalyn," he said, waving a hand in front of her face to bring her back and maybe even make her laugh. No response. He studied her for half a minute before placing a hand on her shoulder. She jumped slightly at the feeling and looked over at him.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Drake asked her gently, giving her a small, encouraging smile.

He could see by the look on her face that she didn't want to tell him. But then she surprised him by doing so anyway. "It's just... it was one year ago that my grandfather disappeared."

Drake's heart fell for her. No wonder she had been acting out earlier, trying to run headfirst into danger. He'd been reading books on children with trauma, and he knew acting out was a sign that something was bothering her.

"I'm sorry," he told her quietly. It was all he had; all he could even offer her. He knew nothing he could say could take away the pain she must be feeling at the memories, at the knowledge that it had been a whole year since she had last seen her family. All he could offer was silence and to keep her company while she dealt with the pain. So he sat with her and looked out across the moonlit bay.

Eventually, soft sniffles arose from beside him, and he realized she was crying. Gosalyn hardly ever cried; she was continually trying to prove she was too tough to do anything like that. But every so often, the tears came, like on the night she had done the brave, selfless thing and destroyed the Ramrod. It had broken his heart for her then, just as it was now.

Just as he had that night, instinct took over his reactions, and he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. Immediately she leaned in, burying her face in his shirt as the soft tears gave in to louder sobs. He pulled her into his lap, where she curled into a ball as he held her while she cried until she had fallen asleep in his arms. Then, carefully, so not to wake her, he carried her to her bed, removing her shoes and tucking her in as he hummed the lullaby she occasionally hummed herself. Maybe there were words, but she hadn't yet taught him them. Perhaps someday, she would.

Gosalyn rolled over on her side in her sleep, her fist grasping on the edge of the pillow. She was sweeter than she wanted anyone to know, but she was starting to let her guard down and let Drake see it more and more. She needed a protector, whether she wanted to admit it or not. And if he could help it, he would always be near to chase away fear.

He patted her softly and whispered, "Goodnight, Gosalyn."

#Darkwing Duck #Ducktales 2017 #Ducktales #Darkwing Duck fanfic

[trans-darkwing]

comfort zone

dt17 / dwd fic | less than 1000 words | Gosalyn & Drake family feelings | the first fic I wrote about these two is here 

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"Now, Gosalyn," her dad chided, a hand catching her shoulder before she could stroll into the street. "Remember, we should always look both ways before we cross. Safety first."

She sighed, shooting him a side-eye, "Dad,” she intoned flatly, gesturing in front of them, “nobody’s coming." The road was demonstrably empty. In this part of town it was unused, at this time of day when most people were at work, only rarely would a car pass by.

"And yet we can never be too careful," he responded sagely to which she rolled her eyes.

"Oh, that's rich coming from 'Mr. Dangerous'," she snarked.

He raised one eyebrow at her, seemingly unimpressed. "I only 'get dangerous' when I have to," he informed her blandly. She rolled her eyes for the second time. Yeah, right. As if he he wasn’t just being overprotective since the last mission she tagged along on had gone slightly awry.

She was about to say as much, but then— he was offering a hand for her to hold before they crossed. Twitching his fingers expectantly, and waiting for her to take it. 

Some heavy feeling curled up in her gut. Holding her parent's hand reminded her a little too much of being younger—  when she was someone else's kid. It felt uncomfortably familiar and dangerously childish. She shoved her hands in her pockets harshly, mouth tensing into a frown.

"I'm not a little kid, Dad. I don't need to hold your hand," she muttered, voice rough, avoiding his eyes as she spoke.

"Oh," he exhaled the word sharply as if she'd just knocked the breath out of him. He drew back the hand quickly, staring down at her wide-eyed with an expression that looked something like heartbreak. She hated that look on his face and understood the feeling a little too closely. His hand hovered for a moment, held close to his chest, before dropping unceremoniously back to his side.

"Of course, Gosalyn," he said too softly. It was frustrating to hear him like this, and now warmth was pricking at her eyes. She shut it down, though. She wouldn't be crying, not here in broad daylight. "Of course you don't," he agreed, voice resigned and his face just a little too blank.

She watched him sullenly as he dutifully led by example and checked both ways, eyebrows knitted, before moving to cross. All the while, he would glance back periodically to be certain she was still with him. She kept her eyes on her feet as they walked, only peeking up at him through her bangs when they reached halfway on the cross-walk.

That weighted feeling welled up in her chest again, too big to contain. It was choking up her throat and threatening to escape with each breath. It felt like some kind of want. Like the sort of fondness and security that a child feels with their parent might be waiting right there in his hand. If she could just reach out and grab it.

Gosalyn Waddlemeyer— Gosalyn Mallard now, she reminded herself. That feeling of being cottoned up by her own emotions eased just a little with the thought.

Gosalyn Mallard had never been the sort of person to back down from a challenge. She tried new tricks on her skateboard and wasn't afraid to crash. She played every sport and didn’t cry when she skinned her knees. She'd never been the kid who stayed back. Never been the one who stayed away from things she didn't know, from the things that scared her. She'd never let fear control her.

And right now she was terrified. Drake was her Dad now. She already knew that, had already accepted it, embraced it. She was grateful, she was so glad, and she was so scared. It felt like the moment she got too comfortable the rug would get swept from under her feet all over again. Getting too close— it was dangerous.

But Gosalyn, she was brave and faced danger head-on. And as for her dad, well, he relished the danger. He dove in headfirst and got dangerous.

'When he had to,' his chiding voice reminded her stubbornly, even in her own head. She almost felt like smiling again.

So, she took a deep breath, withdrew her hand from her pocket and got a little too close to the edge. She darted her hand out to grip his where it swayed at his side as they walked. Wrapping her hand around his fingers in an action that felt remarkably un-dangerous and far more comforting. It felt right and it eased all the heavy emotions clamping down her chest.

His step faltered for a second, as he looked down at her, his face open with shock before melting into a smile. It was so mushy, and it conveyed an unbridled affection that she couldn’t look at for too long. She was ducking her head again quickly but keeping her grip on his hand.

Gracefully, he said nothing, seeming to understand she just needed some time to sort herself out. He only walked, returning the hold, swinging their hands between them gently, and smiling to himself lovingly. It crinkled up his eyes and folded his cheeks and she found she couldn't quite look directly at that expression. Yet.

She watched the sidewalk as they moved, away from the crosswalk, and further towards home. Tentatively, she smiled to herself too, hope just starting to soothe the wrinkle in her brow and happiness curling up the corners of her mouth. She might not be a little kid anymore, but her Dad was here, and she could still hold his hand.

#dwd #ducktales 2017 #darkwing duck #gosalyn mallard #Drake Mallard #gosalyn waddlemeyer #fanfic #my writing #not sure how i feel about the title but i hope yall like this one

[drummergirl231-2]

Are there any characters you are hoping to see in season 3 and or any actors you would enjoy guest starring? Personally I hope we are getting Daisy.

*deep inhale*

YAS OMIGOSH I WANNA SEE DAISY I WANT HER AND DONALD TO HAVE A BEAUTIFUL HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP I WANT HER AND DELLA TO GET ALONG SUPER WELL AND I WANT DAISY TO BE THE MOST EPIC AND BA GIRLY GIRL AND OH MY GOSH I’M LISTENING TO THIS RANDOM YOUTUBE PLAYLIST AND IT JUST STARTED PLAYING A SONG THAT REMINDS ME OF DONALD AND DAISY AHHHHHHHHHH!!!

*clears throat*

I imagine Tress MacNeille will still voice her, but I’m having a hard time imagining Daisy with her usual voice not sounding shallow, since so many shows and movies have made her a ditsy drama queen. The only awesome Daisy I’ve ever known was voiced by Kath Soucie in Quack Pack. It’d be a shame not to have Daisy’s official voice actress since the late ‘90s voicing her, though. 

Also, here are a few other people I’d like to see or learn about:

1. HDL’s Father

Frank said they’re primarily working from the Don Rosa Duck family tree, and while Don Rosa didn’t give the father a first name, he did say Della’s husband was Daisy Duck’s brother, which to me makes a lot of sense. I wonder if the show is gonna go with that?

And would it mean DT17 Donald has already met DT17 Daisy? That they knew each other back when Della and what’s-his-face’s-name were together? Did Donald like Daisy but not have the guts to ask her out back then? Did they date but go their separate ways because they both had different plans for their lives and they weren’t sure how to make their dreams work together at the time?

I am so in Donsy mode right now.

But I’m really curious about Della and what’s-his-face’s-name. Were they newlyweds when he died/disappeared/whatever happened? What was he like? What was their love story? What happened to him? Was it after Della laid the eggs, or while she was gravid? In what ways do the boys take after him?

2. Dickie Duck

Would the show go there? Write in that Scrooge and Goldie once had a lovechild that Scrooge doesn’t know about and doesn’t hear about until Goldie introduces their granddaughter to him? 

Probably... Disney goes a lot of places these days. 

If they introduce Dickie, I wonder if they’ll also introduce her mother? And I wonder how the show would re-imagine Dickie? So many possibilities! 

3. Gosalyn Mallard

Back when we thought Darkwing Duck was just going to be a show within a show, I was trying to figure out where Gosalyn would fit. Would she have been DW’s daughter in the show LP watched growing up? Would that have made the child actress who played her an adult now?

But now that we have our real Drake Mallard, it looks like she’ll fit in quite nicely as his real-life adopted daughter.

Frank answered this ask a while ago, and at first I thought it was going to be about Scrooge and Lena. Now I’m thinkin’ Drake and Gosalyn (though it could be both... I wanna see Scrooge being a daddy to Lena, too). 

I wonder who will voice her since Christine Cavanaugh passed away? I know Nancy Cartwright can do a pretty good Chuckie Finster voice. Maybe she can do a Gosalyn voice, too?

4. Grandma Duck

Traditionally, Donald Duck was raised by his paternal grandmother in comics and such. Since Donald and Della seem to have been raised by Scrooge in DT17 from the time they were five-ish, I wonder what role she had in their lives? Della mentioned her a couple times in DT17 IDW prequel comics, so maybe Scrooge sent them away to her farm now and then? 

5. Hortense and Quackmore

I have SO many headcanons about these two, and they’re probably all wrong, but if they’re not... holy shoot dang.

Anyway, I’m really looking forward to finding out more about these two, and what happened to them, and how the heck Hortense got gravid when she was over 100. If they’re keeping her canon birth year like they kept Scrooge’s, she would have hatched the year Scrooge left for America: 1877. And if Donald and Della are in their mid-thirties in 2017, she’d have been over 100 when she had them. 0.o There’s something weird about those McDucks.

6. Matilda

I hope she’s the sweet one like she was in the comics. She was the least temperamental out of the McDuck siblings. I like to imagine she was Scrooge’s favorite sister, being closer to him in age, and I like your idea of her being a scientist. 

7. Abner/Whitewater 

I’m almost scared to see what they’ll do with his design since he was a lumberjack or something and the whole lumberjack look has become... such a look in recent years. XD One day our generation’s children will look at pictures of men from today and grimace the way we look at our fathers’ mullets. lol 

Or maybe Abner will be some kinda wayward son, a little rough around the edges and not at all the cinnamon roll his baby brother Fethry is. I’d love to know more about their brotherly relationship. Also, there were comics where they also had a sister, and that sister had a little boy Fethry wound up taking care of. 

Basically I wanna see the family tree in the show. haha

[birdiemcquack]

@calisotamuses​

It was ‘Surprise Launchpad O’Clock’ on Birdie’s watch which meant she had just landed at Duckburg airfield and was headed to her son’s residence to pay him a surprise visit. He’d be so pleasantly shocked to see her, he was sure!

Upon arrival at his doorstep she rang the bell and knocked, practically vibrating with excitement. What kinds of exciting stories would he have to tell her? Did he see any strange creatures? Fight pirates? Run into a giant dragon? Or had he found the love of his life? She simply had to know! And to see her precious baby boy all grown up and doing well for himself! It made her heart swell with pride.

“Launchpad, dear! Are you home?” she called out. “I’ve got pie for you!”

#{{ DT17: Rolling In the Deep;; }} #{{ Modern Day;; }} #calisotamuses

[birdiemcquack]

@airborne-disaster​

“Thank you so much for the mug, sweetheart!”

“It made my Mother’s Day that much brighter.”

#airbornedisaster #{{ DT17: Rolling In the Deep;; }}

[birdiemcquack]

@warraigoe​ // Della

It wasn’t often that Birdie got to meet one of Launchpad’s friends and colleagues, especially not one he’d said a lot about in his letters home. But she had a chance to meet and talk with one now and she was going to make the most of it.

“Oh! You must be Della! So nice to meet you!” Birdie said on approach. She held her hand out.

“Launchpad’s told me so much about you! It’s wonderful that he’s got a fellow pilot as a friend!”

#warraigoe #{{ DT17: Rolling In the Deep;; }}

[ripcord-mcquack]

@clucktales asked: 

Ripcord suddenly has a duckling peeping up at him excitedly and reaching for him.

Ripcord leaned down and easily scooped Dawn up into his arms. “Up ya go!”

He remembered doing the same for his son and daughter not so long ago... It made him emotional to think about how fast time had flown by. 

“I’m gonna make sure yer pops spends all the time he can with ya. Yer gonna grow like a weed, aren’t ya?” He gave Dawn an impossibly soft nuzzle. 

#{{ DT17: Rolling In the Deep;; }} #{{ Modern Day;; }} #clucktales

[birdiemcquack]

@clucktales asked:

"Peep! Peep! Peep!" hello grandma Birdie!, it's Dawn's first visit!!

Birdie had been aware of Dawn and her adoption. She’d also seen photos of the little duckling, as Launchpad had sent her many. But hearing about her and seeing photos of her didn’t compare to the real thing. She was so small, so soft. Birdie took Dawn into her arms and cooed over her.

“Ohhhh, you’re just so darling!” she said to Dawn. “I remember when Launchpad was your size. Ohhh, he felt so small and fragile. But he grew up to be big and strong! I’m sure you will too!”

She lightly tapped Dawn’s beak with her finger to emphasize her point and then kissed her on the head. “If your father’s not careful, I might decide to keep you~”

#clucktales #{{ DT17: Rolling In the Deep;; }} #{{ Modern Day;; }}

[ripcord-mcquack]

@calisotamuses​ || Launchpad

“Hey, Son.” He’d dropped by Launchpad’s place to check up on him. He didn’t want to seem desperate to see his son, but he was. He’d spent years wondering if Launchpad was alright and now that he’d had help finding him, he didn’t want to lose track of him ever again.

“I came by ta see if ya wanted to whip yer old plane back inta shape. She’s been waitin’ for ya back home all this time. Managed ta get her flown over here but I don’t think she’ll go anywhere else for a while. Figured us workin’ on ‘er together’d be a nice little father/son activity.”

#{{ DT17: Rolling In the Deep;; }} #{{ Modern Day;; }}

[birdiemcquack]

@decanard​ || HUE

“Oh it’s lovely to meet you, dear!”

“Since Launchpad’s adopted you, I’m your grandmother! Look at you, thin as a rail just like Launchpad was when he was your age! Are you hungry, Hue? I just finished baking a pie. You can have a slice if you’d like!”

#{{ DT17: Rolling In the Deep;; }} #{{ Modern Day;; }} #decanard