#Dewelyn

[looks-golden]

Bunch of Ducktales incorrect quotes

Violet: So, Dewey is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.

Gosalyn : Why?

Violet: Because I've caught them trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.

Dewey, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.

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Violet: *holding a salt packet* It’s just a little sodium chloride.

Gosalyn : Actually Violet, it’s salt. Violet: That’s what I said, sodium chloride.

Gosalyn : Uh Violet, that would be salt.

Gosalyn : *takes salt packer from Violet* This is iodized table salt, which in addition to sodium chloride contains anti-caking agents and potassium iodate, which is added to prevent iodine deficiency. So not only are you being overly pretentious by insisting on using scientific terminology for everyday items, you are factually wrong. Your arrogance is your downfall, you annoying little shit.

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Lena: Nothing in life is free.

Violet: Love is free.

Huey : Knowledge is free.

Dewey: Friendship is free.

Gosalyn : Self-respect is free.

Webby: Everything's free if you don't pay for it. The Squad: ...

Huey : Webby, that's illegal-

Lena: No, let them finish!

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Gosalyn : If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be?

Violet: Maybe a bit tipsy?

Huey : Drunk.

Dewey: Wasted.

Lena: Dead.

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Dewey: The best way to gain someone's undying loyalty is by saving them from a perilous situation.

Huey : So you're just gonna wait until Gosalyn is in danger and save them?

Dewey: Of course not, I'm going to create a situation that puts them in danger and then save them.

Huey : ...

Huey : You're insane.

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Lena: Hey, can we stay in your dorm tonight?

Gosalyn: Why?

Lena: Dewey fiddled with an ouija board and cursed ours.

Louie: Huey doesn't know how to banish spirits, so they just throw salt at them and yell "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A HOTEL TO YOU?!"

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Webby: Where the devil is Lena?

Dewey: Well, it is raining outside... Maybe they melted?

Gosalyn: Shall I look outside for a pointy hat?

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Louie: Look guys, I need help.

Gosalyn: Love help?

Webby: Financial help?

Violet: Emotional help?

Lena: Help moving a body? *Everybody looks at Lena*

Lena: What?

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Webby: I can't believe you've done this.....

Lena: I'm sorry I didn't know-!

Webby, on the verge of tears: YOU CAN'T JUST BUY ME A GIFT OUT OF NOWHERE NOW I FEEL LIKE A HUGE ASSHOLE!

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*Dewey is cleaning the house and they find an empty bottle of orange juice*

Dewey: Clear orange juice?

Dewey: Oh, it's empty.

Huey, who has been watching the entire time: I live with an idiot. I live with an idiot. I live with an idiot.

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Dewey: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like Gosalyn a little bit.

Webby, holding Dewey's notepad: You doodled your wedding invitation.

Dewey: No, that's our joint tombstone.

Webby: My mistake.

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*Lena is casually searching around the room*

Gosalyn: Hey Lena, what’re you looking for?

Lena: My will to live.

*Webby walks into the room*

Lena: Oh, there it is.

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[shind91]

#ducktales 2017 #gosalyn waddlemeyer #dewey duck #dewelyn

[moonbeam-dragon]

Ideas: Dewey and Gosalyn's Future Wedding

-Breaking gender roles like the icons they are

-Gosalyn wants to keep her name Mallard. Dewey just feels like Hortense robbed him of "Mc" in his name. They change both of theirs to "McMallard."

-They can't choose a cake flavor so they have a massive one made. Nothing is too good for them. One hundred layers, all different flavors, different sweets and candies decorating it, figures of them fighting side-by-side on top.

-They are both wearing outfits outside of tradition. Gosalyn has on a wtire jumpsuit with a violet jacket and flowy skirt in back. Dewey is wearing a pretty blue and black suit with a skirt-like tail. They SLAY 💅

-Drake walks Gosalyn down the isle, trying his best not to cry. Dewey has to take Gosalyn's hands away from him, and they share a moment of trust as Drake lets her start a new chapter.

-Launchpad is sitting between Della and Drake, openly sniffling but being quiet. He slowly starts breaking down more, Drake and Della both doing their best to calm him down. Drake us crying even more though.

-Donald is next to Della. Both are crying happy tears. They are holding each other together. Daisy is holding both of them together.

-Webby is Dewey's maid of honor. Honker is Gosalyn's best man. Huey and Louie are the other groomsmen. Lena, Violet, and Boyd are the bridesmaids. June is the flower girl. May is the ring-bearer.

-Dewey and Gos start tearing up as they say their vows. They kiss and Gosalyn literally sweeps Dewey off his feet.

-The Three Caballeros perform during the party! Dewey sings for Gosalyn. She refuses to sing in front of people. They have a dance that is more like combat moves.

-Their first dance togetherstarts slow but ends pretty energetic.

-Drake's dance with Gosalyn is slow and careful. He's still crying and being super sappy. Gosalyn's letting him. They have a conversation only they can hear. Gosalyn cries a little and hugs him so hard she pops something in both of them.

-Della dances with Dewey, beaming about how proud she is. It's extremely energetic and they sing together at the top of their lungs.

-Launchpad dances with both of them because he loves them so darn much.

-Huey, Louie, and Webby do speeches to embarrass Dewey as much as possible. All the parents do a little bit of it. Lena and Violet are fairly close to Gosalyn so they do it too.

-Violet catches the bouquet thanks to Lena's interference.

-The wedding is attacked by villains. Gosalyn and Dewey kick some tail feathers without ruining their clothes.

-They leave the party on a plane. Dewey flies them off on a honeymoon that's bound to have some wild adventures.

Fun fact: You want to cry now.

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[writebackatya]

NEW Home for the Holidays! starring the one, the only: DJ DAFT DUCK!!!!

Christmas Rapping!: Della Duck, Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera, and DJ Daft Duck serenade their loved ones with a performance of the greatest holiday composition ever written

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[yourmusicmuse]

Gosalyn, trying to flirt: I WILL PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH!

Gosalyn: With my mouth...

Gosalyn: Softly.

Dewey: *blinks*

Dewey: That works with me.

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[i-swear-im-not-crying]

no thoughts only dewelyn playing video games with/against each other

#ducktales 2017 #dewey duck #gosalyn waddlemeyer #gosalyn mallard #dewey x gosalyn #dewelyn #headcannons

[dramaticweirdo011000010101001]

Huey: You need a hobby. Dewey: I have a hobby. Huey: Staring at Gosalyn's face isn't a hobby. Dewey: You're right. It's a profession, and I excel at my job.

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[mybluehive]

They just so... Oh

#ducktales #dewelyn #dewey duck #gosalyn waddlemeyer

[dadweebking]

Train Yard Meetup

Hallooooooooooo peeps! It has been forever since I posted something I wrote, BUT ALAS, I have been motivated to write something about Dewey and Gosalyn. Hope you all enjoy it. ^^

Word Count: 4522

“Thanks for coming over when I needed you, Launchpad. Would’ve been a long day to stiff through this yard with only Gos and me.”

“Hey no problem, DW. I’m always happy to help you guys out whenever I can; even when I can’t!” 

As the sun had already been setting for the past twenty minutes, Darkwing Duck, Gosalyn, and Launchpad were investigating the massive train yard at the edge of St. Canard. Earlier in the day, Darkwing and Gosalyn had managed to catch a couple criminals who were working for an up and coming crime boss wanting to wreak havoc in St. Canard. While under interrogation, they fessed up to a delivery that had been made recently by rail and stated some goods that would be used to commit more crimes were in a few boxcars that were surely spread out at random in the yard by now. 

DW phoned Launchpad if he wanted to help, since it was only him, Gosalyn, and a couple grumpy yard officials that would scope out the area. As per usual, Launchpad happily accepted. 

The three met up with the yard officials and the yard manager at the entrance, where they stood there, patiently awaiting their arrival. 

“Ah, glad to see you’re here, Darkwing. Thank you for arriving on short notice.” The manager greeted. 

“You’re welcome citizen!” He saluted. “I’ve brought two extra sets of eyes to help cover more ground so we can find these cars more swiftly.” He moved aside to show Launchpad and Gosalyn, who saluted and just waved nonchalantly respectively. The yard manager seemed pleased with this idea.

“Oh how lovely!” She beamed. “I’ll leave you to it then.” She began to walk away, but then turned back towards them suddenly. “Oh, just keep in mind, you might want to steer clear of line 4. We’ve got an incoming train that’s delivering half its load tonight. Shouldn’t be too long now until it gets here.” She warned them.

“Thank you madam, we shall be extra vigilant!” He struck a dramatic pose and shifted his pupils side to side with a glare. 

With a final thumbs up, the yard manager headed back towards her office. 

As she left, the two officials lazily walked up to them with little emotion on their faces. Holding their hands out, they passed a couple radios to the three visitors. “She told us to give you these since we’re splitting up. She’ll also be able to monitor our progress.” 

Everyone took one radio and then DW wasted no time in sending everyone off. 

“Right. We’re all here, and we have the radios to contact each other. Launchpad, you take the farthest end, you two take this side, and I’ll cover the opposite side of LP.”

“I guess that means I’m taking the lot closest to track 4.” Gosalyn finally spoke up. 

“Correct. Just be careful once you hear the train coming. The sooner we’re done here, the sooner we can head back, alright?”

She nodded and with that, the 5 split up to their respective points. 

At this point, one could say Gosalyn isn’t being her usual self. Right now, she doesn’t have as much energy as she normally would for this kind of adventure, though to be fair, chasing those two crooks on foot for over forty minutes through the back alleys of St. Canard earlier today was pretty exhausting. Not to mention the physical fight once the crooks were cornered, and even they were tired at that point. Darkwing decided to check out the yard literally right after they confessed to the delivered goods as to not waste any more time. 

So yeah, Gosalyn kind of wants to call it a day right about now. 

She still decided to press forward because she knew that once she put all the work in today, the night’s sleep will be even more rewarding. Besides, she’s got four other people scouring the yard. This shouldn’t take too long right?

Wrong. 

The sun had fully gone down now. She groaned as she opened the door to what felt like the hundredth car that night for her but when she looked back, she could see she just passed the 1/3 mark on that one line of cars she started with on track 3. Each car so far had nothing in them and she was tempted to just skip a few cars here and there to clear this line easier, but the manager piped in through the radio advising everyone to check each and every single car because she didn’t know which car had the material. 

She wanted to open her mic and ask if the materials and the car they were in should be in the manifesto she had, as was protocol for train yards, but she decided that if it was materials for committing dastardly deeds, they might’ve just smuggled it in the car without anyone’s knowledge. Shaking her head from thinking too much, she picked through the car only to come up with nothing once again. With a defeated sigh, she put the produce she had back into the crate and was about to hop out of the car before the manager’s voice piped into the radio again. 

“Guys heads up, the train’s coming on track four.” 

“We’re far from it, so we’re good.” The guards radioed back. 

“Same here, I’m just about done with this line of cars on the other side of the yard.” Darkwing chipped in. 

“Hey DW I see you!” Launchpad chimed in happily. “Yes, hi Launchpad, I see you too.” Darkwing chuckled, amused. 

With a slight giggle, Gosalyn opened her mic and spoke into it. “I’m on the line of cars on line three, right next to it. Thanks for the heads up, Miss.” She poked her head and looked to her left to see the headlights drawing closer, but still not in the yard yet. At the corner of her eye, she could see a line of oil tankers separating her from the next boxcar. In her haste to get some shut eye at home, she hopped off the car and sprinted towards the next car, but the train was still moving fast, blowing its horn as it got closer to the line of cars she was at. With the rails grinding next to her by the oncoming train fast approaching, she dove between two tankers and waited a few seconds before the locomotives finally roared passed her and immediately applied the brakes to stop before it reaches the other end of the yard. 

With the train still going at a fast pace, Gosalyn thought it better to wait in her spot until the train reached a more suitable speed for her to walk besides. After about two minutes, that time had come and she finally moved from her spot and walked to the boxcar, still panting from her spur of the moment sprint. However, she heard what seemed like someone else sprinting on the other side of the moving train. She looked under and sure enough made out a pair of webbed feet planting themselves and pushing off of the ballast past her. She couldn’t see the upper half of the person though and made the impulsive choice to follow them. 

She kept pace with the person for another minute before she saw their feet make a sudden turn into the line of cars on line five. It caught her by surprise as she immediately skid to a halt. Running back to where she saw them turn, she tried picking up her radio again but couldn't feel it in her pocket. She mentally face-palmed herself; in her effort to keep up with the freight hopper, the radio must’ve bounced out of her pocket a while back. Sure enough, looking back, she could see the stationary red glowing bulb just a little ways away from where she began her chase. 

However, she made the split second decision to keep pursuit, and ran a little bit down the passing train. She then grabbed onto the rail of one of the dirt hoppers and gingerly made her way across the narrow front walkway and then hopped off on the other side, and then climbed past the cars on line five. She was so lucky to see the figure climb up the line of cars on line six about 5 cars ahead. In an instant, she hopped over the cars next to her and caught the figure off guard as they had been running in her direction this time. He skid and stumbled to run in the other direction and Gosalyn once again gave chase. 

“HEY!” She called out, but the figure ignored her. She tried squinting to see who it was, but with little lighting in the yard, she couldn’t make out any color. They then hopped back over the line six cars, and then again over line five, and Gosalyn followed suit. The moving train had slowed to about snails pace, and the figure ran in the opposite direction of the moving train between lines four and five. However, Gosalyn hopped the moving train again, this time running next to the train between lines three and four. She pushed herself to keep going, as she felt like her lungs were about to explode with all the running she endured today.

She could see the figure’s feet slow its pace and Gosalyn smirked. The end of the train was finally coming up and she put whatever effort was left in her to keep running, and she had caught up to the figure. Once the end of the train had past, she wasted no time and dove across the track, tackling the figure and causing them both to roll across the hard ballast with grunts. Once they came to a stop, she pinned down the person and was finally able to see who it was. 

What she saw shocked her to the core. 

There, with his back digging into the hard rocks underneath, lay Dewey Duck. They had landed in the halo of a lamppost so she knew her eyes can’t be deceiving her, but she blinked hard just in case. It was him alright. He was struggling to remove his wrists from her grip, but let out a gasp when he finally opened his eyes and saw who was on top of him. The struggling stopped and both ducklings were trying to get their breaths back after running for what seemed like forever. He then smiled. 

“Oh hey Gosalyn! What’s up?”

That question threw her off guard. Not only the question itself, but the way he asked it like it was some friendly outing and that nothing was out of the ordinary.  

She let go of his wrists and they fell onto his chest as she staggered back, still in shock.

“What are you doing here?!” She spread her flailed her arms as she continued to breathe in and out heavily. “Duckburg is so far away! Why are you hopping a train this late at night!?” 

Dewey grimaced as Gosalyn screamed in his face, his now free arms protecting his face. He cracked open a single eye as she finished but before he could reply, he could hear some mumbling just a little ways from them. Gosalyn got up and walked away, leaving him dazed and confused. He slowly managed to get himself off the ground, his body sore all over. As he fixed his zoosh, Gosalyn picked up the radio from the ground, where a worried Darkwing’s voice blasted through the speaker. 

“Gos what’s going on?! I heard yelling, are you ok?! We told you to steer clear of-!”

“I’m fine!” She cut him off. She screamed it since she pressed the button as he was still rambling, meaning there would’ve been a two way interference and they couldn’t hear each other. That seemed to do the trick, as she let go of the button and he stopped talking. Soon he came back on, his voice more gentle this time. 

“What happened then?”

She began walking back towards Dewey, who was still trying, and failing, to fully fix his zoosh. “Is Launchpad there?” 

“Yeah I’m there. I mean, I’m not with DW, I’m on a different line of cars now.” She rolled her eyes in slight amusement and looked to see that she now had Dewey’s attention, although he was still messing with his zoosh. 

“Uh, can we meet at Launchpad’s location. I wanna show you guys something.” 

The guards piped up the radio again, sounding confused. “You can’t just say what it is over the radio, kid?” 

“No, this is something I want the other two to see. It’s unrelated to our current issue, but it’s still important.” A few seconds of radio silence went by as everyone seemed to contemplate. Dewey was staring at her with a blank look as he was completely disconnected with the whole ordeal. 

“I don’t know, kid, if it’s not related...” The guard trailed off but before he can pick it back up, Darkwing came back over the radio in support. 

“If she says it’s important to Lp and I, I’m sure your boss wouldn’t mind if we spare a few minutes.” As if right on cue, the yard manager’s voice echoed through the speaker. 

“I do not mind at all, Darkwing. I’ll keep you on your ‘few minutes’ claim though; don’t be too long please.”  

“Will do, madam! Gos, I’ll see you with Lp.”

Gosalyn only let out a hum of agreement before looking to see Dewey just checking his surroundings before his eyes locked with hers. She motioned for him to come towards her and he playfully waltzed to her side. Once he got there, she held his arm for a brief moment to instruct him. “Follow me, and please don’t wander off.” She begged as he nervously scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. 

“Hey... I don’t do it often.” He said in a low voice. 

“Your family told me you do it almost every crazy adventure you guys go on together. I oughta hold onto your arm the whole way to where we’re going.” She grumbled

“Alright fine!” He exclaimed. “I wasn’t planning on running off anyway, my body’s too sore for more adventures today, and that’s saying something!” 

Gosalyn immediately released her grip on his arm and he moved it around to try and dampen the soreness. While doing that, she could see all the dirt and dust that was still on his clothes and feathers and felt a small rush of guilt sweep through her. She cringed when she saw some scratches that she deduced he must’ve gotten from their tumble when she tackled him. 

“Hey, um..., sorry for... ya know. That.” She said as she pointed to his battered form. Looking down, Dewey tried to dust himself off again, though he still looked the same as a few seconds ago. 

“Ah, it’s fine. We couldn’t really see who each other was anyway. I thought you were one of the yard guards chasing after me; it was pretty scary.” He chuckled. 

“Yeah, you’re lucky I wasn’t. They would’ve probably locked you up by now for trespassing. What were you doing on the train, anyway?” She asked with genuine curiosity. 

The mood on Dewey’s face instantly fell and he looked down at his feet as they continued walking. “I don’t know. I didn’t mean to ride the train all the way from Duckburg to St. Canard. This is St. Canard, right?” He asked in an uncharacteristically timid fashion. 

“Of course it is. Where else did you think we were?” She questioned him with a puzzling look. 

“I don’t know! I couldn’t read any signs I passed, and since you guys are here, I made the assumption.” He had a bit of frustration present in his tone and face, prompting her not to pry any further allowing him to continue.

“I had a fight with my family at home.” He finally said dejected. Gosalyn looked up at him with concern as they both stopped walking by this point. He sat up on a stationary car’s walkway as Gosalyn leaned on the frame of the car next to him. 

“On our adventure today, I accidentally started a landslide. It was pretty boring at that point, and I wanted to see if I could find something more exciting around us. I wasn’t even by myself for more than ten minutes before the ground gave way and almost swept everyone off the mountain. We all made it, but everyone gave me a piece of their mind the whole plane ride back. I ruined the whole trip for everyone and I already felt super bad about it. I didn’t need everyone else to make me feel worse.” He picked up a rock from where he was sitting and threw it as he stopped talking for a brief moment. Gosalyn could agree with that last little tidbit when she first met him, Drake, and Launchpad. 

“After an early dinner, everyone went their own separate ways in the mansion so I just walked out the door and wandered around town before coming to the railroad. I threw some rocks around, blowing off some steam before I heard the train about to pass. I’ve hopped on trains before but only rode them for a few seconds when they were going slow enough for me to hop on and off with ease. Heck, I even climbed the signal bridge before many times. 

“I saw a boxcar that was unlocked and I felt super lucky because I’ve always wanted to see what was inside one. I climbed in and just wanted to get a glimpse before getting off, but the train started to move faster and faster. I didn’t notice until I turned around, wanting to jump off but it was going too fast and I didn’t want to fall flat on my face. I felt even worse then because I didn’t know where I was going. I was hoping the train would slow down soon, but once it passed the city limits, I just stayed put until... well until I reached here.” He spread his arms out, emphasizing the whole yard with the “here” comment. 

Gosalyn, fully into the story, finally blinked and let out a simple “Wow.” 

“Yeah.” came the remark from Dewey. “The train was way too loud, I had to cover my ears almost the entire trip. It wasn’t all bad though, I passed some scenery that was oh so beautiful! Seriously, the freight lines have way nicer scenic backdrops and locations than the passenger trains.” His mood seemed to do a complete one-eighty, causing Gosalyn to giggle at his sudden mood shift. Her giggle seemed contagious as now Dewey giggled too. He hopped off the car and they both continued to walk non-stop towards Launchpad and Drake. 

“Man, that must’ve been one heck of an experience.” Gosalyn commented, nudging his arm. 

“It really was, though I doubt I’ll be able to do it again. Uncle Donald’s gonna preeeeeeetty fumed when he hears about this. Cannot wait for that.” He cringed. It wasn’t just Donald who’d he hear from, but everyone else as well. Again. He was absolutely dreading it. 

“What are you guys doing here, anyway?” He asked Gosalyn now, wanting to change the subject. She just shrugged.

“Ah you know, typical Superhero biz with Drake and Lp. This thing, though, is pretty mundane. We’re just looking through car after car looking for some equipment that would’ve been used to commit a lotta crime in St. Canard. New wannabe crime boss and all that.” She explained with a carefree attitude, although she let out a yawn straight after. 

For the next two minutes, they just conversed about anything until Launchpad and Drake’s form came into view. 

“LP!” She called out. The two looked towards her and he waved as Darkwing looked slightly relieved. 

“Hey Gosalyn! What’d you find that’s so important.” He asked with a bounce in his step. 

“Not ‘what’, Launchpad. ‘Who.’” She corrected, causing both adults to look puzzled before stepping out of the way to reveal Dewey standing behind her. With a small wave, he smiled sheepishly. 

“Heeeey Launchpad.” He quietly sing-songed. 

“DEWEY!!” Launchpad wasted no time in grabbing the duckling and swinging him around in a massive bearhug. “I didn’t know you guys were here!” 

“T-They’re NOT..., Launchpad.” He grunted, barely managing to utter those words. He stopped and gently held Dewey in front of him to let him explain. “It’s just me. They don’t even know I’m here.” 

Gosalyn cringed next to Drake, who had a concerned look of disapproval on his face. 

“Oh.” Launchpad let out. He seemed to think for a moment before setting him down. “Well that’s not good.” He said with the utmost sincerity. Dewey just rubbed his arm in shame. 

“He had a fight with the family, hopped a freight train, didn’t mean to stay on but got stuck, and I tackled him when he got off thinking he was just some random shmuck.” Gosalyn explained to the adults. 

“Yeah, thanks a lot.” Dewey said with a tiny smirk, hoping to lighten the mood. 

“I said I was sorry!” She fired back. 

Not a moment passed before Launchpad’s cellphone started ringing. The caller? 

Scrooge McDuck. 

Dewey felt a sense of dread flow through his body as Launchpad answered the call and put it on speaker. 

“Launchpad! We need you back at the mansion as soon as possible!” Scrooge’s voice boomed through the phone’s speaker, a demanding tone laced with a bit of panic trying not to be shown. 

“Why?” He asked. He may not be the smartest tool in the shed, but Launchpad knew what he was calling about. He just felt like Dewey needed to hear what he had to say. 

“Dewey has seemingly disappeared! We’ve searched the entire mansion and the neighboring areas, but he’s nowhere to be found! We’re all gonna look in the city so we’ll need all hands on deck! We might even pay the Beagle family a visit.” He said with venom in his voice. 

In the background, the four could hear everyone making a game plan and Donald rambling away. 

Dewey was slightly taken aback by how everyone sounded. While a part of him was a bit relieved they still cared, he became more scared of how they’ll react once he gets home. Gosalyn only smiled seeing how much his family cared for the blue duckling.  

“Hold on sec, Mr. McDee.” He pressed the speaker button again, turning off speaker mode and handing the phone to Dewey. 

“HOLD ON?!” His voice blasted through the ear speaker, causing Dewey to almost drop the phone. Scrooge started angrily shouting at the phone, berating Launchpad for seemingly putting him on hold during a family crisis. 

“U-Uncle Scrooge?”

That shut him up immediately, causing everything to go silent for a second. 

“DEWEY!” His uncle exclaimed with jubilance, causing him to instinctively hold the phone away from him at arm’s length to keep his ear from hurting. In doing so, he accidentally hit the speaker button again and everyone he was with could hear the gasps and shocked exclamations of the other family members as they seemingly crowded around the wealthy duck and his phone.

Gosalyn’s smile only grew. 

“Hey...” Dewey murmured into the mic, mimicking the same tone he gave Launchpad when they first saw each other tonight. 

“Lad what are ya doing over there?! Ye nearly gave Donald a heart attack! Myself too! Everyone here’s been worried sick for hours and-”

 “I know!” He cut his uncle off. “I didn’t mean to make you guys worried. I just...” He contemplated on lying, but decided that’ll only make things worse. That and he couldn't think of anything else to say. “I got onto a train but got scared to get off because it was going too fast for me to get off without hurting myself badly. I rode it all the way to St. Canard and found Launchpad by some miracle. I’m so sorry you guys, I really am!” He was on the verge of tears at this point. He really didn't want to be reprimanded and scolded again, especially since he’s well aware of how much trouble he had caused today. 

“Lad, of course we’re disappointed but we’re not angry with you. We’re more relieved than anything else that you’re alright and safe with Launchpad at the moment.” 

They could hear the phone moving around, and suddenly Huey began speaking. 

“Look, Dewey, we all realized we were a bit harsh towards you. You’re not the only one to wander off and start something crazy on an adventure; I’m guilty of it, and so are Louie and Webby. I, for one, am sorry about today.” Voices of agreement came from the aforementioned green and pink ducklings. Dewey wiped his tears and with a sniffle, began talking once more. 

“Thanks guys, and I’m really sorry for everything today. Really.” 

“Dewey, we forgive you.” Came the voice of his Uncle Donald. “We’re just glad you’re safe and hopefully learned your lesson.” 

Dewey let out a small chuckle. “I definitely did, Uncle Donald. No more free train rides, I promise.” 

“Just come home with Launchpad, alright?” Scrooge commented. “We’ll talk a bit more when you get here. Sounds like you have quite a story to tell.” 

“Ok Uncle Scrooge. I really love you guys. See ya soon.” A chorus of byes all came from the phone as he hung up and handed the phone back to Launchpad. 

Gosalyn strode to him and put an arm around his shoulder, offering a bit of extra comfort. 

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” She asked him sincerely. He only shook his head and held the hand on his shoulder in his hand. 

During the call, he saw her smiling at him and his family’s conversation and it made him feel better throughout the conversation. He looked back to her with a glimmer in his eyes.

“Thank you.” He whispered with the utmost generosity. Using her free hand, she patted him on the other shoulder, whispering back, “You’re Welcome.” 

They let go of each other and looked to the two adults, both with smiles on their faces after witnessing their exchange. 

Shaking his head back to reality, Darkwing went back to business mode. “I guess since we have an extra set of eyes at our disposal, I suppose we can make up for lost time, right?” 

“Pleeeeeease! I’m so tired!” begged Gosalyn. 

“You didn’t seem tired just now with Dewey.” Launchpad commented obliviously. 

“Launchpad!” She exclaimed. This caused Dewey to snicker and Darkwing to raise an eyebrow. Launchpad just blinked. 

“I’m going back to my line of cars with Dewey. The sooner we get done the better. C’mon Dew.” She grabbed his hand, and the two set off back to where they first found each other tonight, but not before Darkwing called out, “Be careful you two!”

Whatever he meant is anyone’s guess.

#Dewey Duck #Gosalyn Mallard #darkwing duck #launchpad mcquack #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #dewey x gosalyn #can be viewed as platonic or romantic #dewelyn

[kaderp]

HEY THAT ONE ANON WHO KEEPS ASKING ABOUT DEWELYN

I'm just gonna keep this as flat colors and not do eye detail but HERE THEY ARE

Their birthday is March 9th fjebfje

In a nutshell Racer is the egotistical one and loves to show off

Amelia is quieter and wants everything to go smoothly

Ivy is spunky and Della calls her 'mini me' (her and Racer get into the most trouble

And Axel is more level headed but also has a really bad temper

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #disney #duck tales #dewey duck #gosalyn mallard #gosalyn waddlemeyer #dewelyn #dt oc #racer duck #amelia duck #ivy duck #axel duck

[reesiereads]

(hello i am here to enable you) dewelyn 6, 9, 19!!

Thank you for enabling me!

6. What do they love about each other?

Dewey loves Gosalyn’s determination, her fierce drive to do what she thinks is right. He loves her ability to keep going no matter the danger, and how in the end she will always do what she thinks is right even if it costs her.

Gosalyn loves Dewey’s compassion, how he’s always willing to lend a helping hand to those in need. She loves his loyalty to his family and just how kind and earnest he is.

9. What made them realize they’re in love?

Dewey’s realization smacks him in the head randomly. He knows he likes hanging out with Gosalyn, a lot, but he thinks that she’s just a really good friend. Then he starts talking about her to one of his sibs (maybe Huey), and he’s just rambling about how great she is and they’re like: “do... do you like her?” And Dewey is like: “oh, shit-“

Gosalyn takes longer to realize. She knows she enjoys Dewey’s company, but she hasn’t had many friends before as-is so she figures that it’s just normal for friends to want to be so close. She starts questioning it though when Drake jokingly asks her once if she has a crush on Dew, but she brushes it off because that would be ridiculous. At some point though, maybe when they’re hanging out and he’s talking to her about some crazy adventure he’d went on recently, it would just kind of hit her and she’d just know.

19. Talk about a headcanon you’ve never talked about before

I like to think Dew and Gos are the kind of couple to share each other’s hobbies a lot, like one of them likes something so the other agrees to try it out because “you like it.”

So like Gosalyn introducing Dewey to hockey (doesn’t go super well but he’s trying), or Dewey dragging Gosalyn into helping him stream (that goes much better, and Gos does have a lot of fun with it, even if she won’t admit it).

#no one cares reesie #ducktales #dewelyn #I love them okay #like they don’t have a lot of content but they’re super cute

[looks-golden]

another bunch of incorrect ducktales quotes

Gosalyn: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning.

Dewey: This is a lie.

Dewey: I'm literally dating them. This is a lie.

Dewey: THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.

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Louie: Huey said its my turn with the brain cell.

Dewey: Square up.

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Honkers: And what do I get out of this?

Gosalyn : I will give you a dollar.

Honkers: What do you think I am? A chump? I would never do it for a dollar!

Gosalyn : How bout two dollars?

Honkers: You got yourself a deal.

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Gosalyn : I'm very scary.

Drake: You're about as scary as a wet kitten.

Gosalyn : Wet kittens are cute, at least I've got that going for me.

Drake: And small.

Gosalyn :

Gosalyn : ...Yeah, yeah. I guess.

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Lena: I’m here for the cult stuff.

Honkers: How did you find us?

Lena: I saw your ad on craigslist.

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May, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe?

June: Yeah, sure. *A few minutes later*

June: Here you go.

May:

June:

Dewey: Why am I here?

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*The gang's thoughts on stabbing*

Boyd: Would never stab anyone.

May: Would stab someone in retaliation.

Dewey: Yells "I won't hesitate, bitch!" first.

Webby: Would stab without warning.

Gosalyn : Would stab as a warning.

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Gosalyn : There are three ways to handle a difficult situation. The right way, the wrong way, and the Dewey way.

Honkers: Isn't that the wrong way?

Gosalyn : Yes, but it's faster.

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Dewey: Are you reading fan fiction?

Honkers, reading an article about extremely rare diseases: Wh- No.

Dewey: Oh, is it on AO3?

Honkers: This is CNN.

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Lena: What are you in the mood for?

Webby: World domination.

Lena: That's a bit ambitious.

Webby: You are my world.

Lena: Aww...

Webby:

Lena:

Webby:

Lena: OH.

=================================Violet: When you work at lush and a customer comes in and bites the soap because they think it’s cheese... this happens way more frequently than you think.

May: If you stopped literally presenting soap as deli food this wouldn't happen.

Violet: Who goes into a bath store and thinks something covered in glitter is cheese?

June: Who goes to the store and just takes a bite from the cheese?

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Doofus: Count me in!

Violet: Who the hell are you?! Doofus: Oh, you know my sibling! They worked at Wendy's.

Violet: Oh yeah, Boyd! How are they doing?

Doofus: Oh yeah, not too good. They've been dead for the past month.

Dewey: What the hell, they didn't tell us!

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Huey, rubbing their temples: I am not proud of what I am about to say, but someone get me a cigarrette.

June: But Huey, we don't smoke.

Huey: Cut the crap, June. I'm not an idiot. I know that one in five people smoke.

Huey: *points at Dewey* One! *points at Louie* Two! *points at Webby* Three! *points at Gosalyn * Four! *points at June* Five!

Huey: Now, I am going to close my eyes, and when I open them, there better be a cigarrette between these two fingers!

Gosalyn : *puts a cigarrette in Huey's hand*

Huey: Thank you. ...Light? The Squad: *all simultaneously pull out lighters*

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Doofus: There are three chairs and five kids. What do you do?

Webby: Get two more chairs.

Dewey: Cut each chair in half to make six.

Violet: Make them FIGHT for their seats!

Gosalyn : I would never be near children.

Lena: Get rid of two kids.

=================================Webby: *yawns*

Lena: Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring.

Webby: Then you must be exhuasted.

May: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.

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Lena: You ever see something that changes your life and you're just like "huh.."

Webby: I saw you.

Lena: Honestly that's so cute and sweet but it kinda makes this awkward because I was gonna show you a picture of June in a turkey costume.

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Lena: How is spring not everyone’s favorite season? The trees are PINK, guys!

Gosalyn : Allergies are also a problem, y'know.

Lena: But pink.

May: And it's hot.

Lena: PINK! =================================

Demon: Hey, I took your soul last month and-

Lena: No returns.

Demon: *sobbing* But it's making me sad... =================================

#dewey duck #louie duck #huey dewey and louie #huey duck #webby vanderquack #lena sabrewing #violet sabrewing #gosalyn mallard #honker muddlefoot #boyd gearloose #doofus drake #june duck #may duck #dewelyn #weblena #ducktales incorrect quotes

[shind91]

#ducktales 2017 #gosalyn waddlemeyer #dewey duck #dewelyn #humanization #genderbend

[moonbeam-dragon]

Light of Our Lives Part 3

Moonrise! Here’s more of this. Enjoy some legitimate development of character. This will be a little more filler than anything. But whatever. Tw: Gosalyn is guilty of manslaughter technically, some Dewlyn, I actually let them swear for the first time wooo.

Gosalyn was quiet over dinner. It wasn’t unusual. Recently she’d had these spurts where she’d be withdrawn and solemn. Drake had hoped they’d become less frequent, which they had, only barely.

Launchpad had invited Della and her kids over for a couple days. They were staying in a hotel in town, but had had dinner with the Mallards the last two nights. Della and the kids had been rather worried about Gosalyn. When Drake explained what had happened, they understood why she was acting so weird.

Now here she was, poking at her peas and potatoes, not talking to anyone. She half-listened to Louie and Della as they went on about an adventure they’d had together. Normally, she would have been interrupting for more details, laughing and gasping at the interesting bits. But tonight she was just quiet, not noting any of the things that were being said.

“And we got out with the loot,” Louie concluded.

“And glory to our names!” Della added, putting an arm around her youngest.

Dewey laughed a bit. “You’re making me wish I’d gone with you.”

Louie rolled his eyes. “This required a bit more class and agility than you have. Plus, there was only enough room for two people in that vault. It was cramped, man.”

Drake looked over at Gosalyn, hoping she’d give some remarks. She didn’t. Now that he took a good look, it seemed like she’d only taken a bite or two out of her potatoes. Dewey glanced up to speak to Launchpad and Drake, but saw the concern on the dad’s face. He traced it back to Gosalyn, who sat next to him, and frowned deeply. She was never so quiet. “Hey,” he whispered, putting a hand on her arm. “Do you want to go talk?” Gosalyn didn’t pull her arm back, but she didn’t respond. She slowly looked up at Dewey, green eyes hollow and sad. Dewey felt his heart break a little at the sight. He nudged her arm. “Let’s go to your room and talk after dinner. You should eat a little more.” Gosalyn shook her head, stiffening. Dewey rubbed her arm and turned back to his plate. “At least don’t waste mashed potatoes,�� he said lightly.

Gosalyn couldn’t help the small smile on her face when he said that. It wasn’t forceful, just a suggestion. She did love her dad’s mashed potatoes… Gosalyn picked up her fork and finally started eating. Drake noticed Dewey had said something to her. He didn’t hear what, but he was glad it got her focused enough to eat.

When everyone was done, Launchpad suggested they all move to the living room and watch something. As they headed over, Dewey felt the arms of his jacket get pulled. He looked back to see Gosalyn just staring at him. He looked back at the others. Should he make an excuse? Webby caught his eye and almost asked if he was coming, but saw Gosalyn and instead nodded silently. She’d cover him. Dewey followed Gosalyn up to her room, watching her. She shut the door behind them and looked at Dewey. “I can’t live with myself,” she said, one of her first words that night. “The last three weeks have been hell.”

Dewey frowned and stepped a little closer. “I know. Drake told me what happened at the dam.”

Gosalyn looked at him with teary eyes, then suddenly screamed and kicked the ground. “I’m such a failure! I’m a horrible person!”

Dewey shook his head, holding his hands out to her. “You’re not a horrible person.”

“I let people die, Dewey!” she snapped, going over to her desk. “Three people. A family.” She grabbed a newspaper off of it and threw it at him. Dewey caught it against his chest. He stared at his friend in shock. How was it that Gosalyn could be so quiet and isolated one moment, and suddenly yelling and burning with self-loathing. He unfolded the paper and saw a picture of a family on it. They were mice, two wealthy-looking parents and a young daughter. “I couldn’t get them out in time. The parents fought until they pulled each other off. And their daughter-” She stopped herself and slammed her fists against her desk. “She fell. I tried to pull her up, I did. But there was only so much I could do! She slipped and I dropped her. I let an innocent child die!”

Dewey stared at the picture. The girl looked pretty young, at the very oldest nine. “You tried to save her. Doesn’t that count?”

“No, it doesn’t,” Gosalyn said. “I couldn’t. If I’d just held on a little longer, she’d be alive.”

“You did save a lot of others,” he pointed out. “There are a lot of people who owe you their lives.”

“I owe that child her own life,” Gosalyn said. “Her parents brought their demise on themselves. They fought while we were hanging above the dam. But that little girl tried to follow me. She trusted me to protect her. I broke that.” Dewey looked up at her, seeing tears fall onto her desk, which she was hunched over on. “She’s gone because of me. She’s washed out into the bay because of me.”

Dewey shook his head. “Gosalyn, that’s not it at all. If you hadn’t done anything, they’d all be mind-controlled or sick or hurt.” He walked over to her and set down the paper. “THink of everyone you did save. Do they think you’re a bad person? Of course not! You did everything you could.”

“Not according to them,” Gosalyn spat, smacking the newspaper. “Did you read any of it? ‘Why didn’t Quiverwing Quack do anything about the Pilligas family?’ ‘Does Quiverwing Quack truly care about the innocents of St. Canard?’ ‘Quiverwing Quack: Does she value the lives of bystanders?’”

Dewey rolled his eyes. “The press always says things like that. But they never know the truth. You do. Do you value the bystanders?”

“Yes!” Gosalyn said. “I do. But I’m powerless to protect each of them. What good am I if I can’t stop things like that?” she asked.

Dewey watched silently. He didn’t know what to say. He had never been in her situation before. Not exactly. But he couldn’t really empathize with her over that. When he’d accidentally killed somebody, he’d fought a bad person to protect his family. It was better not to try and compare those. But there was one story he heard from Launchpad he might be able to use. “You’re a good person because you feel guilt and remorse. Your dad couldn’t even do that.”

Gosalyn looked up at him, eyes teary. “What do you mean?”

“He accidentally killed someone. Granted, they technically lived. But he didn’t know that,” he said. When Gosalyn gave him a confused look, he shrugged. “I found out that he accidentally pushed the Liquidator into a vat of poisoned water. He thought he’d died and shrugged it off. Launchpad said that your dad said, and I quote, ‘Cases are so much easier when the bad guy offs himself like that.’”

Gosalyn’s eyes widened. “But- But that was a villain. This was-”

“He wasn’t a villain until then,” Dewey reminded her. “Sure, he was a sour man and a criminal, but he had done nothing that deserved death. He deserved at least some mourning, but Darkwing didn’t feel bad.”

Gosalyn sighed shakily. Did her father really let someone fall and not get upset over it? “I can’t let this go like he did,” she said. “I can’t forgive myself for letting her die.”

Dewey put a hand over hers. “Then don’t forgive yourself. But you can let her rest in peace. And let yourself relax. You tried your best. You saved so many people. But you didn’t quit on her.” Gosalyn looked up at him, breathing more heavily and shakily. “You can respect failure, but not a quitter. And you are not a quitter. You have the decency to recognize that you failed. The guilt you feel proves that you’re good.”

Gosalyn took a deep breath. “How can I be Quiverwing if people died on my watch?”

“People died on your dad’s watch. Good and bad. And he’s still out there, being the best he can be,” Dewey told her. “You’re a great hero. I know you can’t see it right now. But when you see yourself the way I do, you will.”

“I think Quiverwing needs to be put away. Just for a while,” she whispered. “I can’t handle that pressure anymore. I’m not ready to have the city depend on me like this.”

Dewey pulled Gosalyn into a hug. Maybe if he held her tight, he could hold all these dark thoughts out for a little while. He ran a hand through her hair as she relaxed into his body a little. He felt a spot on his jacket get wet. He sighed and hugged her tighter. As Gosalyn just broke down, he whispered comfort to her and ran a hand through her hair. Most people would look at the Duck brothers and think “they’re not good with feelings.” That wasn’t exactly true. They didn’t often have reasons to be sappy and sentimental, but they were able to. But Dewey would deny it if his brothers asked if he’d held Gosalyn tight and rubbed her back to soothe her. He hoped she wouldn’t tell anyone. He’d hate to be made fun of for something so personal.

He eventually led Gosalyn over to her bed, letting her rest and lean into him. He almost felt like he should say something more, but nothing came to mind. Maybe he didn’t need to try and convince her she was okay. Maybe Drake and everyone were going about it wrong when they tried to tell her she wasn’t right about this whole thing. Maybe she just needed to feel like shit. Maybe she just needed someone to keep her afloat instead of pulling her out. Maybe he could keep her afloat until she could pull herself up.

Gosalyn held onto Dewey’s jacket tightly. It was comforting just to have someone there who could take care of her. Someone who could just be there so she wasn’t alone. She lost the concept of time. She only knew it was a long time before her sobs calmed down and she was just sniffling, holding his jacket.

“I think Quiverwing needs to be put away. Just for a while,” she whispered. “I can’t handle that pressure anymore. I’m not ready to have the city depend on me like this.”

“Then put Quiverwing away,” Dewey said, taking her hands. “We’re young. We have all the time in the world to go on adventures and save lives. Your dad is taking care of the city.”

Gosalyn smiled and fell into Dewey’s arms. He caught her and held her close. “I think I’ll get better,” she said with a watery voice.

“I know you will,” he told her. After a few minutes of him ust rubbing her back to calm her hitching gasps, he asked, “When was the last time you slept properly?”

“I don’t even know,” Gosalyn said. “It’s hard for me to sleep at night with all this in my head.”

“Have you told your dad?”

“Yeah. But it doesn’t help much. He tries. I'm sorry I can’t do this for him,” she whispered. “But warm milk doesn’t really help this sort of thing.”

Dewey hummed. “I get it. Sometimes I stay up all night because I get nightmares from certain adventures. Getting crushed by a giant worm and watching your brother make out with it just doesn’t feel right.”

Gosalyn pushed away from Dewey to stare at him. “Wait what?”

“Long story,” Dewey said with a small laugh.

“I’m willing to listen,” she said.

Dewey smirked. “Fine. I can tell you a bedtime story.”

Gosalyn chuckled a bit and pulled away. “Let me put on something more comfortable,” she said, going over to her messy closet.

Dewey blushed and turned the other way. “Yeah, that makes sense.” He fiddled with his jacket sleeves for a minute and only looked back when Gosalyn said.

She was wearing an oversized green sweatshirt, which looked like something she’d taken from her dad, now sitting on her bed, hugging herself. Dewey pulled off his jacket and left it on the bed, scooting next to her and putting an arm around her. “So, Huey and I overheard a call from our cousin Fethry. They were known for coming up with some great story, only to show them a rock or something, right? So Huey and I decided to go anyway.”

Gosalyn smiled as she listened to Dewey go on and on about this old adventure. She would occasionally make a comment about something, but was mostly quiet and attentive. It was progress, Dewey told himself. He wasn’t sure when Gosalyn drifted off, but he looked down to see her head on his chest, eyes closed peacefully. He smiled, resting back on the headboard.

The door opened a few minutes later, and Drake was standing there, suddenly looking confused. Dewey put a finger to his beak, nodding towards Gosalyn. Drake came farther into the room. “You got her to sleep?” he asked, looking almost offended.

Dewey nodded. “She just fell asleep.”

“How did you get her to sleep?” Drake whispered.

“She cried herself exhausted. She dozed off while I was telling a story,” he reported, trying to stay quiet and still so he wouldn’t disturb her. “Did you need her?”

Drake shook his head. “I was wondering where you two went.” He sat at the foot of the bed, frowning at Gosalyn. “I was worried about her.”

Dewey nodded. “So was I. I still kind of am. But I think she’ll get better.”

“You do?” Drake asked. He’d started seriously thinking Gosalyn might not be able to get back up. The remorse she was dealing with had started getting into her whole life, distracting her from school, eating, and sleep.

“Yeah. She will,” Dewey told him confidently.

Drake smiled gratefully. He stood up and stretched. “Welp, why don’t you come downstairs and watch Pelican Island with the rest of us?”

Dewey shifted to get up, but Gosalyn’s hand suddenly tightened on her arm and she whined. Dewey smiled and moved back. “I don’t think she’ll let me. Maybe I’ll stay here a little longer?”

Drake chuckled at Gosalyn’s sudden grip. He nodded and went back to the door. “Two things. One, no clowning around with my daughter,” he said, glaring a bit. Dewey blushed but nodded in understanding. “And two, if she starts sleep-walking, restrain her and call for help. There have been too many incidents.”

Dewey almost asked what the heck he meant, but Drake left, leaving only a sliver in the door. The teen boy looked down at Gosalyn. She might be hard to restrain, but okay. He pulled the blanket over her, smiling. “Goodnight, Gos,” he whispered.

And Gosalyn slept, peaceful in knowing that her beautiful city was safe.

There. This was shorter but I wanted to finish. I didn’t mean to spend so much time on this but oh well. Farewell, best of luck, avoid roasted cabbage, don’t eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life!Moonset!

#dewey duck #gosalyn waddlemeyer #gosalyn mallard #darkwing duck #darkwing dad #dewlyn #dewelyn #darkwing duck light of our lives

[writebackatya]

what are your thoughts on the amount of dewelyn fics that are on ao3

~kind stranger

Same thoughts of any other category of fics I like, I wouldn’t mind if there were more

But I’m sure you already know how these things take time and sometimes people just don’t wanna write the things you wanna see. Best thing to do is write them yourself

Dewelyn is my go-to ship for Dewey, I honestly don’t think I ship him with anyone other than Gosalyn. I like those two. All though it’s not gonna be the main focus of the series, I am going to have a lot Deweyln moments in The Iron Duck of Steel: The Gizmoduck Movie, Part I!, it helps that those two are two of the three main characters of that series so that’ll give me plenty of opportunities to show off the dynamic I think they’d have in the very early stages of those feelings blossoming

Honestly I do have some fic ideas that will have Dewey and Gosalyn in them and at best it’s just hinting towards them figuring things out between them

Until then, a Deweyln fic I recommend is Dewey Duck’s Guide to Figuring Out if You’re Dating Somebody. It’s a good read if you haven’t read it

#anon ask #ducktales fanfiction #dewelyn #dewey duck #gosalyn mallard

[yourmusicmuse]

Dewey: Feel this shirt? That's boyfriend material.

Gosalyn: *touches his shirt for a moment*

Gosalyn: No, I'm pretty sure that's cotton.

#dt17 #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #gosalyn mallard #gosalyn waddlemeyer #dt17 gosalyn #dewelyn #dewey x gosalyn #gosalyn #dewey #dewey duck #dt17 dewey #ducktales incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes