#as the ducktales nephews messed around

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

Hey, I sent in this ask and Tumblr ate it, so here it is:

You know how Yuu getting turned into a child because of a potion accident or a spell mishap is a pretty popular trend in twst headcanons and imagines. I'm thinking about the same scenario with Yuu while she's on her shift in the club. It either happened because of one of Von Drake's inventions accidentally zapping Yuu or someone was messing with Fairy Godmother's wand again.

I mean the chaos and panic that would ensue in the club when Yuu gets hit by a spell gone wrong, and she straight up disintegrates except for her clothes. Everyone's like "OH NO, WE KILLED OUR KID!" And Donald's reaction is like this. But then the clothes start shuffling, and they all find a cute baby Yuu.

If you thought they clubgoers were bad before when it came to competing for the custody over Yuu, it's worse now. Hell, even Mickey is twitching to grab his sorcerer hat and keyblade. Any disney character who's a parent are fighting over on who gets to hold Yuu next. Pepa Madrigal is summoning a biblical storm outside because Triton was taking too long holding Yuu, and it's supposed to be her turn. The parent characters all miss holding a baby.

"Your five minutes are up! Let me hold her!"

The couples are all high on baby fever when they get to hold Yuu. I can see Ariel really missing when Melody was a baby and turning to Eric to say that they should have another kid.

The villains to Yuu: Come to the dark side we have cookies.

I can see just cuddling with the Winnie-the-Pooh characters since they're technically anthropomorphic stuffed animals and soft enough to sleep on.

Even characters who I don't see as parent types take to Yuu so well. Gaston finally gets a turn, and he gets quiet. For the next five minutes, his hubris goes away, and he's so gentle with Yuu. Belle and Adam are in awe because that's what got him to shut up? I mean they get it. Yuu is adorable but still.

Lol. I think went too far with this ask.

"Oh no, we killed our kid!" *Side eyes the villains* it's not like any of you have ever attempted child murder before

That Donald link is everything and it is now canon that that is exactly his reaction when Yuu, his nephews and Max are in danger (I've never watched Ducktales so I don't know if there are any other kids Donald hangs out with)

I absolutely love de-aging fics. It's been one of my favourite tropes in practically every fandom I've been in. I actually did have this one story line I was brainstorming in my head during this very long car ride where some magic caused Yuu, Ace, Deuce, Leona, Azul and Epel to de-age to around 6-7-8 and the NRC students had to deal with that (it kind of played along the lines how the day before the magic accident Yuu said that if she met the NRC gang when she was younger, her younger self definitely would've wanted to be friends with them - there was even this scene where smol Yuu 'meets' baby octopus Azul and he gets all teary-eyed that this pretty 'stranger' thinks that he's nice - and there was another one with little Yuu and cub Leona where they take a nap together) but I digress.

So I'm not going to go for baby since there's not much a baby can do so I'm going to say she's reverted back to a 5/6 year old.

Lilo, Alice and Wendy insist that she spends most of her time with them. They see Yuu as a big sister and now that she's younger, they are much more protective of her. Christopher Robin is included in that group not because he's part of the Yuu Protection Squad but because he's close friends with Alice and Wendy so he's dragged along for the ride. Lilo doesn't want Yuu to hang around with the villains or the NRC boys - she's made badness charts of both Yuu and the villains to show her friend how dangerous they are. Lilo and Yuu definitely get Horace to play Elvis songs because Elvis is amazing.

It doesn't matter how old Yuu is, if she sees our favourite tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff she is hugging that silly old bear for as long as she can (lucky, lucky her). The tv show called 'My Friends Tigger and Pooh' and one special episode of 'Doc McStuffins' show that the Hundred Acre Woods gang love hanging around children even if they aren't Christopher Robin - let's just hope, Tigger doesn't get too boisterous with his bouncing. Speaking of which, Roo is very happy to have another kid to hang out with (he excitedly asks his mother if they can bring Lumpy with them the next day) and Kanga finds herself doting on Yuu even more with the other animal mothers (etc: Perdita, Mrs Jumbo, Bambi's mother, Duchess etc)

Since Simba (canonically in the first movie) and Ariel (in the non-canon sequel) are the only prince and princess to have children, I think that they would argue that they are the best suited to looking after Yuu - only for Baloo to pipe in that he and Bagheera have plenty of experience in caring for mancubs (the fact that Mowgli was raised by wolves who are still very much alive seems to be completely forgotten by the bear)

Tiana has to literally restrain Naveen and Charlotte from either kidnapping Yuu on the spot to go gallivanting to every toy and dress shop they know or just going to said shops anyway and buying everything they see.

Aladdin and Robin Hood are really good with kids in their movie (and Aladdin's TV series) so they would be having a blast regaling Yuu with tales of their adventures.

Wait, wait Jack Skellington and Sally canonically have kids in the epilogue of their movie so they would have some experience to boast about (in the movie's soudtrack with Sir Patrick Stewart at least)

Unfortunately, none of the heroes trust the villains to go within five feet of child!Yuu for completely logical and justifiable reasons so Yuu the villainous sidekicks usually end up sneaking around nearby

(At some point, Yuu ends up giving Ed the hyena a hug, headpats and a forehead kiss and he never lets anyone forget that)

All the Disney parents are living their best life with Yuu around. I think King Stefan and Queen Leah are especially happy because they never got to see their daughter, Aurora, at that age and they kind of feel like they get a chance at seeing what could have been.

Someone should also probably keep an eye on Fauna incase she pulls a Lilia and straight up kidnaps Yuu

#house of mouse au #twst #twst yuu #fem yuu #twisted wonderland #asks

[mizgnomer]

David Tennant recording Audio Books/Plays or Voicing Characters (Part Two)

Link to [ Part One ]

#david tennant #he always performs them so well #but I miss seeing him when it's all audio #so I'm always grateful for some recording photos #had to include the one of him pretending to be grumpy #as the ducktales nephews messed around #love that last one of him smiling during the aardman pirates recording #stuff i posted #recording audio

[buried-in-autumn-leaves]

You know he loves you, right?

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: DuckTales (Cartoon 2017) Relationship: Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera/Gyro Gearloose (Mentioned) Characters: Gyro Gearloose, Louie Duck, Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera (mentioned), Boyd Gearloose Words:1135

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It wasn’t often the lab was quiet anymore. After everything had happened, most of the kids had gotten somewhat anxious to go out in the city, so they commonly found themselves exploring the private buildings. The mansion had been searched for new and exciting things, the money bin cleared of all supernatural mysteries. The only place left they had to search was the lab, which hadn't been cleared out after the fight against FOWL. In fact, it had since gained a large sum of new scrap materials, rare chemicals, and half broken robots in need of repair. The kids loved it, constantly messing with old models of weapons and badly drawn treasure maps.

But now, just for a moment, it was silent. And despite how much growing Gyro had done over the past few months, learning to socialize with the others, it was nice. Even the most social people must appreciate a minute to themselves, just to think.

So, taking advantage of the silence, Gyro was found in the back of the lab, analyzing a chemical found in FOWL HQ. A low sound warned him that someone was in the elevator, and expecting it to be a child, he hid the bottles away under his desk. He didn’t need another incident like last time.

He called out to whoever was there as the door open, making sure they knew someone else was in the lab. It was purely a safety measure, those kids carry around the weirdest things and don’t often think before they attack.

“Just a minute, please don’t touch the robots today, I’ve been working on them and they’re a bit defective.”

“Um, Dr. Gearloose?”

That voice was off. It wasn’t the loud, energetic yell of a child that he was used to. There wasn’t a sudden crash as one of them used magic, even though it was explicitly banned from this area for good reason. It was quiet, and there was only one, instead of the chorus of responses that usually came when the group came down.

Upon taking off his gloves and turning towards the elevator door, he saw he was correct. It wasn’t all of them. Standing awkwardly near the door was Louie, one hand hidden in his hoodie while the other pressed buttons on a small cube in his hand.

“Ah, Green Nephew, where are the others? You guys don’t normally travel alone anymore.”

“They’re up in the mansion, but Fenton drove me over, said he was supposed to head here soon anyway.”

“Here? He was here until 3AM last night, I told him to stay home. I even hid his car keys. God why is he so stubborn?”

“Uh, Gyro? I don’t mean to interrupt, but I have to get back to the others soon before they get worried.” The triplet looked up from his phone.

“Of course, my apologies. Now, how can I help you? I’m afraid I can’t give you anymore chemicals until I’m sure how they’ll affect Lena and Violet’s magic fields. Stupid magic, I don’t understand what’s so special. Science is sure, uniform, certain. Magic is too risky.”

He trailed off, having walked over to Fenton’s desk to check on the progress he’s made on one of the robots.

“That’s fine, I actually just wanted to ask you a question.”

“No, I am not doing your homework. Della got mad enough last time, and I don’t want to hear it again-”

“Why do you think you’re a bad parent?” He hadn’t meant to ask that way, and when he did he froze, his hands fidgeting with the cube again.

“What did you just say?” What does that even mean? Where did he get that from?

“I see how you act around BOYD. You look like Mom after she got back. Like you’re scared or something.” He said simply, watching the chicken’s expression closely to see if he’d gone too far. Instead of anger, his expression was just blank, and he stayed quiet for a minute before answering.

“I do my best with BOYD. And yes, sometimes I feel as if I’m not doing enough. However, that is none of your concern. You’re a child, go have fun, please.” Gyro’s tone was short, as if trying not to get angry. His hands had stilled on the machinery he was holding.

Of course he was scared. Scared and confused as to why BOYD tolerated him, let alone trusted him enough to take care of him after what happened. Gyro had abandoned him. That was a fact. He left him in a desperate attempt to get away. Away from the city, away from Akita... away from BOYD. Some stupid plan to save his own reputation, willing to sacrifice someone he’d sworn to protect. And even after all that, BOYD forgave him? It didn’t make sense. It wasn’t logical, and it definitely wasn’t deserved.

“Listen, I’m not good with stuff like this. Honestly I think any of the others would’ve been better suited for this, but I’m here, so you’ll have to-” He stopped, shaking his head to regain his thoughts. “Sorry, rambling. What I’m trying to say if that you’re a good Dad, Dr. Gearloose, whether you like it or not.”

“And how could you possibly know that?” Gyro questioned, hands starting to shake. It was a serious question. He wanted to know. He needed to.

“The way he talks about you.” It was the truth, so he didn’t understand why the scientist looked so surprised.

“BOYD... talks about me?” He asked quietly, voice shaking. In return, the child laughed.

“Of course he does! He’s always telling us about how you teach him how to interact with others, even though you’re not the best at it yourself. I couldn’t tell you how many times he’s told us about his first flight test with you back in Tokyolk. All his favourite stories are with you. He really loves you.”

In the midst of his rant, Louie had made his way over to Gyro, who was now staring intently at the floor. At that distance it was visible that, for the first time since coming out to him, Gyro Gearloose was crying.

“Gyro... you okay?”

He cleared his throat, trying to keep his voice steady. “I’m alright, Louie. Thank you, really.”

“Of course. BOYD is your child, but not because you built him. He’s your child because he wants to be. He chose you. I think you just need to remember that sometimes.”

BOYD chose him...

“You’re right, Louie. And I can’t promise that I won’t forget that again, but I’m going to try. For him.”

“Hey, don’t even worry. If you do forget, I’ll remind you. But talks like actually make me super uncomfortable so maybe I’ll just hit you next time or something.”

“Yeah, that’d be preferable.”

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#5

Let me be Frank with you...

No, seriously, let me be Frank with you.

Send me a character’s name and I’ll respond with an OOC quote from an upcoming story in “The Many Adventures of Duckburg’s Heroes!”, a la Frank Angones.

41 notes • Posted 2021-07-19 00:07:19 GMT

#4

Do you have any personal headcanons on Donald and Daisy?

Donald proposed using his mother’s ring. It took a lot of failed proposal attempts to get there. Donald initially was planning something big and elaborate and very public, but during the planning session with his family Mrs. Beakley and Louie were the voices of reason and said “Do you even know if Daisy would like a public proposal?” while Della, Dewey, Webby and Huey kept making things more and more elaborate. (Scrooge was the only one who was ambivalent, saying he didn’t care how Donald proposed so long as he wasn’t the one paying for it. Scrooge did, however, pay for pretty much the entire wedding, but would deny it if you asked him.) Anyways, next time they were all together at family dinner, Louie turned to Daisy and said, “Hey, have you seen that insanely popular proposal video that’s going around the internet?” and Daisy says, no, because it gives her second-hand embarrassment and she hates the idea of being put on the spot like that with so many people around, especially strangers. Louie and Mrs. B just look over at Donald, smug with “I told you so” clearly on their faces. Donald concedes defeat and goes back to the drawing board.

A proposal on the bay was interrupted by a water-skiing-with-sharks Glomgold crashing into their rowboat. Donald was also hindered by superheroes chasing bad guys causing interruptions, one of Gyro’s wildly misunderstood inventions, Scrooge kidnapping Donald in the name of adventure, and a stampede of unicorns. Finally, Donald gave up planning and spur-of-the-moment got on one knee with the ring box in hand. He didn’t even get the words “Will you” out of his mouth before Daisy screamed “YES!” and kissed him.

Donald and Daisy have three kids: fraternal twins named DeeDee and Denny, and another daughter named Daphne.

DeeDee’s real name is Denise. And Denny’s is... Denephew. Let’s just say, certain circumstances presented themselves so that Della could prove that she is, indeed, where Louie got his conning genes from as she finagled her way into the opportunity to name her poor, innocent, newly hatched niece and nephew. From the woman who wanted to name her own kids Jet, Turbo, and Rebel...

Luckily, Donald and Daisy were on their guard when Daphne hatched two years later, but she still has a crazy hatching story which involves Storkules and how Daphne met her best friend. After Daphne hatched, Storkules thought that he would do something kind and helpful and surprise Donald and Daisy by bringing Daphne to them straight from the hospital nursery. He entered the room, proclaiming, “Look forth and see whom I have brought to visit her mommy and daddy!” Except he was instead faced with a horrified Donald and Daisy with an arched eyebrow, Daphne in her arms, and a sarcastic “Someone else’s baby?” Of course, with Donald’s luck, he had to help fix Storkules’ mess and took quite a bit of the heat from the enraged nurses. Fortunately, the parents of the other baby were surprisingly chill about the mess; they had lived in Duckburg all their lives, this wasn’t the strangest thing that could happen. By the time they were all discharged from the hospital, Daisy and the other mom had arranged several play dates.

Donald and Daisy don’t live on the houseboat, and it was a bit of a bittersweet moment for Donald to move out. But it meant a lot to both of them to have the full support of Donald’s family. Now, the houseboat is the kids’ clubhouse, and where the littlest kids play at ‘adventure’ before they’re actually old enough to go on one.

50 notes • Posted 2021-03-17 01:05:44 GMT

#3

DuckTales AU where everything is the same except this is the mansion’s mailbox.

78 notes • Posted 2021-02-21 20:07:13 GMT

#2

Do you have any headcanons for Drake, Launchpad, and Gosalyn?

1: You know those cheesy “Happy Birthday” songs that the wait-staff sings in restaurants? Drake and Launchpad use that type of tune to have a “Happy Adoption Day” song that they sing to Gosalyn on the anniversary of her adoption. They wake her up in the morning with the song, usually with a stack of pancakes. Gosalyn makes a big show of rolling her eyes and calling her dads embarrassing, but secretly loves it.

2: Drake as Darkwing and Launchpad have definitely re-enacted the “For luck” scene from Star Wars.

3: Gos is Drake’s Best Woman when he and Launchpad get married. Dewey is Launchpad’s Best Man.

4: The first family trip the three took together was to pick apples in the fall. Gosalyn climbed every tree she could while Drake worried about her falling out of said trees, and Launchpad pulled the wagon with the baskets of apples they picked (with the eventual addition of Gosalyn). Then they ate hot apple donuts together and drank apple cider. Gosalyn fell asleep on the way home.

5: I headcanon that Gosalyn is Guatemalan through her mom. Gos knows Spanish, because her grandpa made sure she grew up knowing her mother’s language as part of keeping her mom’s memory alive. Drake took Spanish in high school, but mostly remembers a couple of random vocab and phrases. Drake and Launchpad teach themselves Spanish here and there, occasionally asking Fenton for help when they don’t know the right word or conjugation for what they want to say. The first time Drake said something to Gosalyn in Spanish, she wasn’t expecting it and teared up a bit because he told her “I love you” and it just meant a lot to her, since the last time she heard that phrase in Spanish was also the last time she spoke to her grandpa.

6: Launchpad spent a lot of time going through Gosalyn’s adoption paperwork and pointing out where Drake didn’t initial or pointed out that something was wrong. He even pointed out where the lawyer and Gos’s social worker and the head of the orphanage missed things. He also talked Drake down from many panic attacks.

82 notes • Posted 2021-03-12 03:32:23 GMT

#1

Have some non-spoilery spoiler memes for “Dawn of the Duck Avenger” that have been living rent free in my head for days.

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[astrodances]

**SLIGHT SPOILERS for “The Fight for Castle McDuck!” ahead!**

Because writing Goldie and Louie texting is so much fun.

*****

Yet Another Secret of Clan McDuck!

Goldie both loves and hates room service.

She loves the anticipation of knowing that a nice, hot meal that she didn’t have to make herself can and will arrive at any minute, ready for her to dig into after a long day of going after her next mark. But at the same time...she hates the actual waiting.

Still, it gives her time to freshen up, relax a bit. Maybe get a movie started on the TV, or text a certain green...nephew.

Only a week ago now, Goldie found out from her sources (while heading down to the Underworld to get a certain fallen wreath) that Louie had been at The Spice-A-Torium in Instanbull the week before that, facing off against Rockerduck himself, with the help of yet another kid to add to the family list (how many did that make now?). Of course, Goldie had texted him right after hearing that to see how he fared (she knew things could get spicy at those dealings), but what she didn’t tell him is that her source had said that Louie had used her as a reference in a couple of side deals, calling her “Aunt Goldie,” and that now, people were identifying him as “O’Gilt’s nephew.”

She really should’ve reminded him not to throw out ties that casually, that people could use it against him, or even her, but...they both have reputations that protect them (and if not, well, they’d be messing with the wrong aunt then). And, if she’s being honest with herself...she likes the way “O’Gilt’s nephew” sounds.

Not that she’s going to tell him that anytime soon.

Goldie sinks into her room’s couch, her phone already out and opened to her texts, and wills her heart to ignore that increasingly-familiar familial warmth bubbling up once again. Scrooge and the kids are staying in Dismal Downs for a couple of days, and it’s bad enough that she’s planning on sneaking into McDuck Manor before they get back not to steal something, but to surprise Scrooge and Louie when they get there.

But that doesn’t mean her heart has to make a big deal out of it.

Goldie: How’s the castle, kid?

It’s getting close to midnight in Scotland, so Goldie won’t be surprised if she doesn’t hear from Louie until tomorrow on the half-chance he’s already asleep. She drops her phone to her side and picks up her water bottle from the end table, taking sip after sip.

After a minute, her phone buzzes with a message, then another, making her smile more than she has any right to.

Sharpie: Cold as ever. And y’know, we found some magical bagpipes, saved them from some bad guys, and had some statues of our ancestors come to life. Typical day. 😝

Sharpie: Also we met our Aunt Matilda.

Goldie smiles again, this time though over Scrooge’s sister. She’s met her exactly twice, both times by circumstance (her past self would never have let her get close enough to Scrooge to willingly want to meet his family), but each time ended up being a riot as Matilda would tease Scrooge for having a girlfriend, thus helping her give him hell (yet another trait of her past self). Looking back between those meetings and the first night she met the triplets, Goldie now knows exactly where the boys get their teasing gene from.

Goldie: I like her. Give her my regards.

Goldie looks up and finally takes stock of what’s on TV. Whatever channel she put it on has delved into a new movie, some comedy from the forties. She can live with it, so she turns her attention to the time on her phone just as a new message comes in.

Any minute now. Food.

But for now, she’s looking at a selfie of Louie with Matilda leaning over his shoulder, waving at the camera. They’re surrounded by bits of concrete and other debris, with their sleeves rolled up and their clothes covered in dust, and Goldie can just make out the back of Scrooge’s broadcloth coat in the background as he lifts something onto a pedestal of some sort.

Sharpie: She’s right here. She says hi!

Goldie grins and nods silently at her phone, happy to see both of them looking well, but surprised at how...awake everyone seems to be in the castle at their hour.

Goldie: Hi Matilda!

Goldie: Also: did a twister take a wrong turn in Glasgow?

Sharpie: Right. The statues? They kinda made a mess of things, so we have to fix them. There was...a lot of fighting here tonight.

She doesn’t press it, not now. She’s about to eat, and everyone there seems to be happy for now. Luckily for her, Louie saves her from having to think of something to say in response.

Sharpie: Wait, oh man, hang on.

Goldie does as told, watching with renewed interest as a few seconds pass before those three little typing bubbles pop up. Briefly, she considers that the statues have come back to life.

After more than a minute of on-again/off-again bubbles, she finds herself getting interested in the movie and drinking her water again. Just as she takes a long sip, a new text chimes in.

Sharpie: Aunt Matilda wants me to ask you, how are things in Goldieburg?

Goldie does a spit take, her water spraying out into the room and all over her phone screen. Whatever brain cells she has left are used to automatically wipe her screen across her sleeve to dry it, because she’s otherwise occupied with her face heating up and Louie’s last word echoing through her head.

Goldieburg???

Matilda’s teasing. It must be her teasing, though...Goldieburg...is definitely a new one. One she can’t even begin to imagine the origins of, though she suspects that Scrooge’s face is probably just as red as hers right now. She also suspects that another fight is starting up, and judging by the fact that Louie was able to send his last text, she’d wager that Matilda is winning.

A knock on her door draws Goldie’s attention away from her phone, but does little to calm the growing turmoil within her. Of course her food would arrive at this moment. She spares a final gawk at her phone before getting up and throwing it to the couch cushions.

It takes all remaining ounces of her self-control for Goldie to ignore the bellboy’s questioning stares at her frenzied appearance as he pushes her room service table into the room, pops open the wine for her, and tells her that she can call the front desk at anytime for them to come get the table when she’s done. She doesn’t know how much she actually tips him, but judging by the wide, bubbly grin that replaces his stare as he rushes out, her mind was far from her wallet when she opened it.

Food. Also far from her mind, for now.

Goldie snatches up her phone as soon as the door is locked again, hoping that there’ll be some explanation waiting for her.

It’s not that she’s embarrassed by the teasing - heaven knows that she’ll be the first to tease Scrooge, for any number of reasons - but this one seems so...personal. So specific. She supposed she should be flattered to affect Scrooge so much that he came up with this, whatever the circumstances. And perhaps that’s it - maybe it’s not the shock of the...uniqueness of “Goldieburg,” but rather it’s that stupid schoolgirl-crush-like warmth creeping through her veins at the idea of Scrooge getting flustered about her around his family, of him telling them about her - however involuntarily or distractedly, it seems - in a way other than a cautionary warning.

That, and Louie knows about it. Somehow, she has the feeling that this is going to be so much worse than him - any of the kids, really - calling her “aunt.”

There are notifications for seven new texts and a photo.

Sharpie: Uncle Scrooge says for you to totally read that last text and to definitely bring it up next time you see him

Sharpie: And that Goldieburg is his favorite place in the whole wide world

Sharpie: and that I should stop texting if I wanna stay in the will

Sharpie: wait what??

Goldie notices a time jump between the last text and the next.

Sharpie: Good news, I’m still in the will, thanks to Aunt Matilda.

A picture follows, of Matilda holding Scrooge back with one arm looped under his shoulder and the other holding him in a headlock. There’s a dead-seriousness in Matilda’s eyes but otherwise she looks like she just won the sibling battle to end all sibling battles. Scrooge, meanwhile, is redder than his coat, missing his hat, and looks ready to break Louie’s phone, even though there’s no way in hell he’s getting out of his current predicament, especially considering that an emu is holding one of his legs in its beak. Still, the photo seems to have been taken from a safe distance away.

(Goldie will have to ask about the emu later, when things aren’t so....chaotic.)

Sharpie: Sooooo...does this make you the mayor of Goldieburg? Or is Scrooge the mayor and you’re the leading citizen? 😂

Sharpie: Oh! Apparently there’s a Goldiesota, too!

Goldie is now very certain that she is on fire, especially with that penultimate text. It seems that she and Scrooge are both definite victims of teasing here now. She buries her head into her free hand and rubs it down her face, pausing to type out the only response she can manage right now.

Goldie: I no longer like Matilda.

Louie’s response is immediate.

Sharpie: Awww

Sharpie: But she likes you! In fact, she says she would *love* to live in Goldieburg.

Sharpie: I would, too! I can just imagine it - cons and schemes widespread, with no laws getting in the way. Infinite gold that holds its value. It’d be paradise!

Sharpie: Though I’m sure Uncle Scrooge has something different in mind.

Sharpie: Wait ew. No. Nevermind.

Sharpie: But you know what I mean.

Sharpie: 💛💛💛💛💛

Goldie rolls her eyes, and takes a deep breath. Suddenly her appetite is back, and the movie seems very captivating. She needs a distraction right now, anything to quell the butterflies. She may be warming up to the idea of family, but right now, she feels like she’s being pulled straight into the heart of the castle across the ocean, and that’s a little too much.

So she throws her phone on silent and wanders over to the room service table, taking a swig of wine straight from the bottle before lifting the tray cover on the center plate to see the juiciest-looking steak one could ever hope for, still steaming.

Culinary bliss.

By the time she finishes eating, Goldie is certain that all of Castle McDuck is asleep, or that they should be. She saw enough debris in those pictures, they’ll need the rest to finish cleaning up tomorrow. So she dares to turn her phone face-up again and take it off silent mode.

Handfuls of texts from multiple people, and several missed calls.

She delves into those from Scrooge first. As much as she doesn’t want to talk to him yet about all this - and she’s sure he feels the same way - if he tried to reach out to her, then she knows he’s going to at least provide the basic facts, without any teasing. An anchor point for her to refer to in her other texts.

Sourdough: Don’t listen to any of them, the hellions! I swear it’s not what you think. Whatever it is you’re thinking.

Sourdough: We can talk this over if you want, dear. Whenever you want.

Sourdough: Or not talk it over. I personally would like to forget Matilda ever opened her big dumb mouth.

Sourdough: Correction. Matilda does “not have a big dumb mouth and tell her that I am the best sister you could ever hope for, or I’ll serve Emu-tilda her breakfast in your hat.”

That text earns a particularly amused snicker from Goldie. She can just imagine the giant bird she saw in the picture earlier staring Scrooge down as he typed that.

Sourdough: Look, can I call you?

Goldie surmises the missed calls from Scrooge happened here.

Sourdough: Never mind. We’ll catch up after this trip. When I’m *not* surrounded by these...troublemakers. Good night, love.

The butterflies have moved from Goldie’s stomach to her heart, and an entirely new anticipation fills her with excitement. If she was a schoolgirl in this situation, she imagines this would be like having to wait over the weekend to talk to her crush on the playground on Monday. Never mind the fact that she’s not even trying to figure out how to get out of this, at least not yet, she realizes belatedly.

There’s one more text from Scrooge, sent after a time jump.

Sourdough: Do NOT believe anything you hear about Clan McScrooge!

Goldie has to stifle a laugh at that, and guesses that she’ll definitely be seeing more of “Clan McScrooge” in her other text messages. But first...

Goldie: Good night, Scroogey. 😘

She’s so tempted to send “Scroogey McScroogey,” but between that and “Goldieburg,” she really shouldn’t tempt fate when they’re all each other has in a boat surrounded by teasing family.

It takes all of five seconds for Scrooge to send back a response, one that’s so simple but enough to tune out the night’s noise for a few moments.

Sourdough: ❤️

She imagines him fumbling to put his phone back on his nightstand next to some big ornate medieval-style bed, his mind already luring him back to a deep sleep. Never mind the whole “Goldieburg” thing, it sounds like he already had an exhausting night between the fighting and the statues and the bagpipes. And the emu.

As she swipes back to see her conversations, Goldie immediately notices an unknown number with a few texts waiting for her. After reading the first one, she makes a contact for it.

Emu-tilda: Goldie! This is Matilda, Scrooge’s favorite sister.

Emu-tilda: Louie gave me your phone number to help make sure you’re okay.

Okay? Goldie pauses, a wave of uninvited guilt washing over her, and she fights every instinct to immediately switch to Louie’s texts. Instead, she wills herself to read through Matilda’s, if at a faster speed.

Emu-tilda: I’m sorry about Goldieburg and all. When I saw that it was you that Louie was talking to, I wanted to get under Scroogey’s skin a bit, so I told the bairns a tale from ages ago.

Emu-tilda: I’m sure Scrooge will fill you in, and if not, I’ll be more than happy to.

Goldie makes a mental note of the offer, and of the ensuing picture of a smiling, somewhat frazzled-looking Matilda with her arm wrapped around her emu, posing for the camera. She’ll respond to her texts later, but for now, she switches to her conversation with Louie, having to scroll back up to where he left off.

Sharpie: An update: Uncle Scrooge got out of the headlock, and is now chasing Aunt Matilda on her emu around the room.

Sharpie: Matilda’s on the emu, that is. Scrooge can’t catch his breath.

Sharpie: Oh! Now they’re in the hallways!

Sharpie: And Scrooge has a sword from the wall.

Sharpie: He’s totally defending your honor.

A blurry picture follows of Scrooge from behind, wielding a sword as he runs after his sister, a scowl clear on the visible side of his face. Goldie saves the photo - she can definitely use this later.

Sharpie: Wait no, now the emu has the sword!

Another picture, this one much more stable, follows again. Indeed, the emu has  somehow gotten ahold of Scrooge’s sword and is now chasing him through some sort of dining hall. Matilda herself even looks surprised and worried as she clutches at the feathers on the bird’s back.

Another keeper for the camera roll, if only for the sheer hilarity of it all.

Sharpie: Ok, Great-Grandma Downy is awesome. She totally just yanked the sword right out of the emu’s mouth while she was still running. Emu’s confined to Matilda’s room for the rest of the night. We’re all having some hot chocolate around a fire.

Sharpie: So, all’s well that end’s well.

There’s another time jump before the last batch of texts.

Sharpie: Right...?

Sharpie: Aunt Goldie?

Sharpie: You’re not mad about all this, are you? We’re all sorry for teasing you and Uncle Scrooge, and I know he didn’t mean anything bad by Goldieburg.

Sharpie: Are you ok?

Judging from the next few texts, Goldie guesses that this is when the missed calls from Louie came in.

Sharpie: I’m guessing you’re busy. At least, I hope so.

Sharpie: Again, it was all just some family teasing. Y’know how it is.

Sharpie: If it makes you feel any better, you can bring up Clan McScrooge the next time you talk to him.

Sharpie: Goldie?

Goldie blinks up from her phone, overwhelmed by the growing panic radiating from the texts and the guilt rekindled in herself. The idea of Louie, let alone anyone in Scrooge’s family, being this worried about her, even if there’s no actual cause for it, makes it hard to swallow and she finds herself quickly reaching for her water, chugging down the last third of it.

Y’know how it is.

She can’t say that she does. Her own family was never this close, never bounced back this easily after fights. They never...cared like this.

Maybe her heart’s right in making a big deal out of this.

After a few deep breaths, Goldie finally answers Louie.

Goldie: I’m ok, Sharpie. Was just eating dinner, had my phone on silent. Didn’t mean to scare you.

She’s very much surprised and totally-not-touched when he immediately texts back. He should definitely be asleep at this point.

Sharpie: Oh good. So, you’re not mad?

Goldie: Mad? No. Curious about the emu? Most definitely.

Sharpie: 😂😂 Understandable.

Goldie: You should be in bed though.

Sharpie: Oh I am! Couldn’t sleep yet though.

Goldie: Uh-huh. Love you too. Now go to sleep.

Sharpie: 🥰😴💛

Goldie: 💚

Not even half an hour ago, Goldie would have sworn off her impending trip to McDuck Manor in the name of not wanting to face Scrooge after the revelation of Goldieburg. But now the trip is back on, and she can’t deny to herself that she’s eager to see the ones she cares about.

That, and pay a visit to Scrooge McScrooge, mayor of Goldieburg.

#DuckTales #DuckTales spoilers #The Fight for Castle McDuck! #Goldie O'Gilt #Louie Duck #Scrooge McDuck #Hortense McDuck #Scheme Team #scroldie #my fanfics

[neurodihuegent]

turning thirteen

a birthday fic for the three birthday boys <3

Characters: Huey Duck, Dewey Duck, Louie Duck, minor mentions of other characters

Words: 2285

Summary: April 15, 2021: The day of Huey, Dewey and Louie's thirteenth birthday.

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Today, Huey is 13.

He didn't really feel different. Whenever his birthday rolled around, he was excited that he was getting older, but stopped anticipating a major difference between the day before his birthday and the day of.

Turning 13 made him reflect a lot: He was finally a teenager. He'd be around that age to move up to seventh grade in a public school, except he hasn't gone to public school in three years.

These past three years, his entire perception of his family, his core beliefs, his own self, had completely flipped.

His entire life, he grew up only knowing his brothers and his Uncle Donald as his family, and he knew that Uncle Scrooge existed, but never pieced the connection until the day they met. But now, it seemed like everyday, he was finding out about a new family member and Webby's elaborate family tree was enough to give him a headache.

Ever since he joined the Junior Woodchucks back when he was seven, he seemed almost physically incapable of functioning without a Junior Woodchuck Guidebook at his disposal. He personally didn't see an issue with it as it gave him the knowledge he needed to maneuver through everyday life, especially living with a constantly adventuring and danger facing family, but he also knew that he started to become co-dependent on it even though he had more than enough knowledge now to function on his own two feet. It wasn't easy, and the book is still a huge source of comfort to him, but now he's able to distance himself from his book in times where he needs to think on his feet rather than waste time flipping through the pages of the book, waiting for an answer.

Not to mention, his final encounter kind of tainted his view of the Junior Woodchucks: He knew that Isabella Finch and the Junior Woodchucks by extension had little to nothing to do with Bradford's plans, but her insistance on bringing him to adventure is the trigger that put him and all of his loved ones in danger in the first place. The Junior Woodchucks always had a special place in his heart, and he was eagerly awaiting the day for him to give a second attempt at becoming a fellow Senior Woodchuck with Violet, but he also found himself becoming less and less excited with all of the Junior Woodchuck activities he participated in following that day. It pained him, really.

Then, his anger: This was something he never thought he would've addressed again following that one day, just mere weeks before they met Uncle Scrooge for the first time.

Uncle Donald and his brothers were always aware of his anger, but they never knew the full extent of it until that day. Whenever Huey even got the slightest bit angry, he felt himself losing his grip of control on any situation, and there was nothing scarier to him than not being in control and being able to work his way out of something with a clear mind: So he chose to hide it. He chose to bottle it up inside, no matter how much it physically drained him or how overwhelming it became, it was the only alternative in his mind.

But then he spent that day in Swanstantine with Lena, trying to concoct ways to combat Steelbeak, and he had to come to terms that tapping into his anger was the only way to get a favorable resolution on their side. So he did that: He became one with the alter ego he created in his mind to shove his anger to the further depths of his brain, one that was dubbed "The Duke of Making a Mess" thanks to Dewey trying to make light of that one time he blew up in front of his brothers and Uncle Donald, and he.... controlled it. He didn't let the unhinged nature of this anger consume him, and he was actually able to create an equilibrium between the personality he was okay with people seeing, and the personality he was more insecure about than anything. And he'd be forever grateful to Lena for that.

He grew one inch in height, not that it held any significance considering Dewey grew two inches. As long as he was still taller than Louie, who didn't seem to have grown through any significant change of height, he'd come to terms with Dewey being the tallest.

Today, Huey turned 13, and the more he thought about it, he definitely wasn't the same person he was around this time last year. Physically, he didn't feel any different, but mentally, he definitely grew from the person he was the day Uncle Donald dropped him and his brothers off at Uncle Scrooge's doorstep. And maybe that was a good enough reason to celebrate.

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Today, Dewey is 13.

Dewey counted down the days until he would turn 13 ever since he learned how to count past ten. It was a huge milestone to him, as he was finally a teenager. But now that the day was here, it felt a bit underwhelming. Maybe he expected too much for the first day, but he didn't feel any different than how he felt the night before when he was still twelve.

He remembered he left an envelope stashed in his pillowcase, one that was designated to be opened only on his thirteenth birthday that he had written when he was nine. He scrambled through his pillowcase, praying that it hadn't slipped out and gotten lost, until his hand made contact with a piece of paper. Dewey didn't have the best memory, so he honestly had not idea what to expect when opening this letter.

He unfolded the top part of the letter, revealing the title "Dewey's To-Dew List By 13".

He fully opened the letter, and found himself tearing up when he read the first, and only thing on the checklist:

1.) Find my mom!

Growing up, his brothers were often under the impression that Della had passed away and Uncle Donald just didn't like talking about it, but Dewey always had a feeling that it wasn't the full truth. He came up with plenty of crazy conspiracies, such as her getting kidnapped by the government and kept under protection in Area 51, but all of them were somewhat comforting to him: It was better than believing that the mother you always wanted to know, was long gone.

But then his mom came back, and all of these years of having doubts and questions were subsided. He loved having his mom around, especially with how they seemed to click with each other almost instantly, and if it weren't for her influence, he never would've discovered that he enjoyed piloting as much as he did.

When the mom he spents years wondering about, and a year searching for came back, he should've felt satisfied then and there: Except he didn't.

Uncle Donald always made it blatantly clear that he loved all three of the boys the same, and would stand by them no matter what, but sometimes that reassurance wasn't enough for Dewey. He wasn't Huey, who had so many accolades under his name only by the age of ten, and he wasn't Louie, who had a personality that could charm an entire crowd of people. He was Dewey, and it took a long time for him to come to terms with that.

It took a while, but Dewey had realized that he was special, in a way that was unique to his brothers. When it came to adventures, sometimes Huey would get too caught up in trying to calculate the perfect plan, and Louie would get caught up in his anxiety, but Dewey always liked to face things head on. Maybe it wasn't the best tactic, but it was one that earned him the title of "tougher than the toughies" for a reason. His overflowing confidence in nearly all ways of life, was something that both of his brothers lacked in different ways, and that's what helped him stand out rather than blend in as "the third one".

Dewey held the letter close to his heart, reminiscing on the kid he used to be. His confidence never faded away no matter how he aged, it was a staple of his personality for as long as he remembered, and one that he cherished the most.

Today, Dewey turned 13, and he knew he was the same person: his stubborn mind and determined heart remained the same. Yet, something felt different. When he was nine years old, he never could've imagined this life for himself, especially in regards to his mom. But now, even though he'd never admit it, he could actually rest with some peace at mind: That he was good enough, that he shined in his own way, and that he had a support system that truly loved him.

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Today, Louie is 13.

Out of his brothers, Louie would argue that he cared about this day the least. It was just another day in his mind. Sure, it was fun celebrating his birthday with his family, especially with Webby and Launchpad around who always made sure that the triplets had the funnest day possible, even if that day ended up a bit hectic.

Louie didn't see the hype with getting older: Sure, now he was less than three years away from being able to get a license, and then five years away from being a legal adult, but those were still years: Not days, not weeks, not months, years.

If you told Louie that this was what his life would be like when he turned ten, he'd straight up laugh in your face. In these past three years, he went from being a casual supporter of the Richest Duck in the World, to one of the nephews of the Richest Duck in the World. He went from only ever having Huey and Dewey as brothers, to having Webby, who was more like a sister than a cousin, and May and June by extension. He went from only ever having one parental figure, which was Uncle Donald, to having his mother who he was sure was dead, come back into his life and play an active role in it. Louie wouldn't admit it outloud, but the way his life shifted from a boring one living at the Marina with his brothers and his Uncle, to living in a Mansion with an extended family where all they do is get themselves in and out of trouble, was really exciting to him. It's something he never would've thougnt he'd have.

Especially when his mom came back. They started off on a terrible footing, with Louie being hesitant to become comfortable around her to the fallout they had over Louie and the tub time machine, which as time went on he started to realize more and more where he went wrong, and because of that, there was always an awkward tension between them. Even after all of the hugs, kisses and apologies, Louie could always tell Della felt like she had to be cautious around him. So for the first time since they first became introduced to each other, Louie took the initiative when it came to bonding with his mother: He figured they wouldn't bond over hobbies despite them being the sharpest minds in the family minus Scrooge, so he pushed for them to bond through just talking with each other, which proved to work through time.

Sure, sometimes the conversations would get dark, with Della hinting at the trauma she's obviously dealing with even now that she's been home for two years, and Louie countering her with talking about the toll adventuring has taken on him for a while. It was very rare that those conversations would actually end in tears, but they were conversations that helped Louie unload his emotional baggage of three years that sometimes he felt he couldn't even go to Huey or Dewey about: and it felt nice.

Louie would be lying if he said he didn't learn a lot about himself, because he did.

Money never came easy for Uncle Donald and the nephews.

Louie wouldn't admit this outloud, but he often admired how much Uncle Donald often put on the line just to make sure the triplets had a bed to sleep on at night. Sometimes, when Louie was younger he would sneak out to the kitchen, and get a peak on Uncle Donald panicking about whatever new bill was due that he inevitably couldn't afford at the time.

It was an image Louie could never forget.

When he came here, he was an emotionally reserved ten year old whose only sight of future, was becoming rich after only ever knowing a life of poverty and having to move almost every other month because of eviction notices. But even that sight of becoming rich became skewed due to his original lack of work ethic, seeing as it led him to end up being on watch lists in 49 different states.

But now, he was 13 years old, shadowing Scrooge on his business ventures, studying up on law, being an active participant in adventures, and letting the family he often pushed away, come in to his bubble. He was sure that the ten year old Louie that stood at Scrooge's doorstep that day, would be disgusted by the hardwork he put into everything he did now, but also proud that he was able to make it this far.

"Happy birthday, guys." Louie murmured as he slid out from the bottom bunk, getting ready for the day inevitably crazy day that was ahead.

#huey duck #dewey duck #louie duck #HDL #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #xol writes

[popculturebuffet]

Of Moons, Millioinares and Mothers Part (Checks notes) 7: The 87 Cent Solution! (Comissioned by WeirdKev27)

Hello all you Happy People! And welcome back to of Moons, millionares and Mothers, my look at the season 2 arcs of Ducktales. So we’re back, from outer space, for one of my faviorite episodes, it was in my top 12 list for a reason, “The 87 Cent Solution” it also means we can finally check back in with everyone’s favorite boisterous asshole Flintheart Glomgold and the poor put upon owl lady who has to deal with his bullshit, Zan Owllson. it’s also been a long time both in the show itself iwth Flinty returning in episode 3.. only for him to then disappear for 8 episodes in proper order and about 9 in airing order. That being said I get it for the MOST part: the crew of Ducktales was decent at putting a season together structure wise: there were always some pacing problems, but usually if an episode was in a certain spot, it had a reason to be there and part of why Season 1 was so fucked airing order wise was Disney took the carefully laid out plan and fucked with it for either stupid reasons (wanting to squeeze episodes into Holidays) or no reason whatsoever. 

This time about while there was an episode moved here and there, it was for pacing with how Disney was going to air it, i.e. via week long bombs ala steven universe, likely Disney Channel both testing that format for themselves and wanting the season to be done faster so it’d be on Disney+ at launch. Granted they ended up having the order entirely messed up at launch but it’s disney: if they didn’t shoot themselves in the foot while actually doing something right for once it just wouldn’t be them. 

So looking at the barely changed (Lena’s return was moved down quite a few episodes for a number of reasons such as pacing of the Della arc)  airing order, the episodes after Ballad of Duke Balloney were the long awaited arrival of Panchito and Jose, another Louie episode and one that WOULD have originally set up an ongoing subplot, and by the time they decided to not keep Storkules around it was probably still too late to move, and said christmas episode. After that we have the previous episode in this retrospective, an episode that wasn’t really IMPORTANT but made a good mid-season opener so I get why it was chosen instead of this, and another story episode in outlaw scrooge mcduck.

 The only changed i’d honestly make there is swapping this one with Outlaw.  It’s a SMALL change, I grant you.. but it dosen’t make a lot of sense: the episodes don’t need to come out in that order, and it’d been longer since the last Glomgold episode. 

So yeah one long tangent on episode order later, Glomgold and Owlson are back and we finally get to see what it’s like for Glomgold having to deal with someone who actually holds him to big boy company standards like “Putting on a good pr face for the public”, “actually making a profit” and “not trying to literally murder the competition with sharks and explosions”. Will this work out for her? Well no, that was kinda obvious but will it also be fun to look at... yes thi sis one of my faviorite episode. You know what i’m going ot stop asking questions we both know the answer to and just head under the cut to start the review, join me if you’d please:

So we open at the Money Bin, with Huey begging Scrooge not to go to his meeting as he has a cold, with Scrooge and Webby reacting how you’d expect: Scrooge insists he’s fine and i’ts only a cold and he’s Scrooge McDuck

You get it. Webby naturally backs him up due to her hero worship of her dad and her blindness to his faults until they run up and hit her over the head. Scrooge naturally ignores his Nephew’s sound advice and instead goes for a dip in the Money Bin to relax.. and instead finds out something horrifying... HE’S BEEN ROBBED. His reaction is exactly what you’d expect. 

After the credit’s we cut to Glomgold and Owlson and their buisness partnership.. is also going exactly how you’d expect. 

Yeah turns out a consummate professional whose ultra qualified and wants to run their business like you know.. a buisness clashes heavily with a spoiled , insane, murderous manchild who spends a good chunk of his week trying to murder someone they have a very public charity with and bet the entire company on a wager he can’t possibly win. Who knew? 

But yeah Owlson is TRYING to keep Glomgold in line but his general... Glomgoldness means this is next to impossible and even trying just to get him to NOT do schemes gets her acting like an angry school teacher and hi ma disapointed 6th grader whose told he can’t make his science project about litghting bottlerockets under the principals car. She wants him to act more like Scrooge.. who then bursts in accusing Glomgold of theft with no real evidence and evicts the both with leaves Owlson visibly mad.  Given she’s a woman of color who was just kicked out of white man’s place of business because he paranoidly thinks she MIGHT have had something to do with her co-workers insane plans, yeah good point. I can’t blame him for wanting everyone out but I can for being unecessarily assholish and unteitonally racist to someone whose done NOTHING to him and clearly wants nothing to do with Glomgold. Frankly i’ts a miracle she didn’t find some way to throw him out of his own company, but I wouldn’t be suprised if he just scribbled I CAN NEVER BE LEGALLY REMOVED FROM THIS COMPANY AS LONG AS I OWN IT HAHAHAHAHAHA in red crayon and somehow that worked given the unvierse we’re in. 

So with the bin locked down Scrooge calls in his most trusted allies.. the kids. For some reason he dosen’t call in Beakley or Donald, though both do show up in this episode and I get WHY  both are kept out: Beakley would’ve ended this plot a lot faster as the ending lampshades and could be explained away with Scrooge not wanting to call in his house security lest Chester get his valuables there too. As for why Donald’s not there?

In universe anyway, out of it we already had Huey as the voice of reason everyone slowly sides with. So we REALLY didn’t need it coming from both directions. He does show up later though and get a cameo here as Gyro shows off his security system and how it spotted no one and how anyone would’ve been safetly captured and frozen for his gyrobotapocalypse project. It’s in the budget thoug he walks it back when Scrooge catches on... not about the evil cyborgs he could care less he knows who he hired. Scrooge just wants to know HOW much it costs and Gyro dosen’t feel comfortable answering it lest scrooge have a heart attack. Huey also points out Scrooge’s advanced age which Scrooge gets mad about.. an dyour both right. Scrooge, your 200 years old and gaining, he’s rigth to worry about a cold on your immune system and as we’ve seen in episodes  before and after this your still an old man physically just one in tremendous shape for your age. You have back spasms and have muscles give out, so having a cold hit you super hard is probable your just too stubborn to admit it. Huey.. your right you just should know your uncle is incredibly defensive and has good ears even with whispering. 

Louie also comes in, panicked about his inheretence getting stolen.. only to find out only 87 cents were stolen. Scrooge does have a good defense for why this riles him so much: The bin has the best security in the world. If someone can steal THAT little from him, then they can walk into any facility he has or even his own home and take whatever they want including the kids or any number of dangerous and valuable possesions scattered across the globe. While he’s also pointing it out this also likely means their taunting him as it was such a small amount. So he has no idea what’s coming and the fact it makes him insanely paranoid is understandable. So after Huey suggests it he has the kids do a recount and Huey oddly misplaces his JWG for a second.. and when he finds it finds an article on gold fever... with Scrooge matching all the symptoms. What are the odds amirite?

Now both sides are overtaxed, and calls in Gizmoduck... huh I wonder where he’s been all season. 

So Fenton lays out that all Scrooge’s enemies save one were accounted for: Beaks was at Crowchella, The Beagles are at ConCon, the convicts conviction, and Glomgold was where Scrooge found him: in the board room. The one missing is Magica... who turns out to have been living in the woods.. and using a high tech helmet. Fenton I love you man but for fuck’s sake. 

So the bin then locks down, and Huey is still worried. Webby of course is still on her old man’s side as him going over the top over money isn’t exactly insane for him him: he bought an entire country to save on postage. \

We then get one of the best jokes of the episode that in any other episode would be it’s best.. but this is one of the funniest if not the funniest episode(S) in the entire series so the competition is fierce: Scrooge broadcasts a video, with his eyes now bloodshot from the stress and the cold, not only talking like the 87 cents are children.. but offering 2 million dollars for whoever beings him the kidnapper. Louie realizes his livelyhood is at stake and sides with Huey, putting on a medical mask. And BOY is that a lot more unerving after a year of everyone having to wear masks I tell you what. I mean I should be used to it but it just reminds me we just spent a year having to wear those everywhere and that if enough people don’t take vaccines we may  end up back there. Gosh the last year was a nightmare.. absolute nightmare. I know you’ve all heard that a gillion times including from yourselves but sometimes it just feels nice to say it. 

Outside Scrooge ramps up security and dares “Chester” to get him... Chester being the mysteroius being who stole his spats so he has to wear tissue boxes. Huey tries to get him to see reason, that fails as you’d expect and instead Scrooge apparently sees chester and orders Fenton to fire.... with Huey in the firing line. Fenton naturally dosen’t want to murder a child and is hestitant and Huey begs his friend NOT to do it as Scrooge is clearly not in his right mind, Scrooge insists.. and his banging on the Gizmoduck Suit causes the missles fenton had ready to fire and while DEWEY isn’t hit and two of them just go into the bay the Sunchaser is and nearly hits Dewey, with Fenton unable to jet up to stop it because his jet’s hatch is jammed and instead has to dive both into the water. 

Naturally scrooge destroying part of a bridge, nearly killing his nephew and likely blowing up some boats real good attracts attention.. and as a result Glomgold’s stock has gone up and he decalres “I’m more sane than you”. Owlson just fires back debatable because she’s just done with his shit. 

Back at the bin Huey lures Scrooge into an intervention.. with everyone BUT Webby on his side now after you know, nearly murdering Dewey and not seeming to care he nearly murdered Dewey. Webby of course is still holding fast despite all evidence contrarty because she’s so desperate for his approval...

So of course she’s on her dad’s side despite him getting increasingly hostile and paranoid, complaning about his clothes itching, his stuff being missing and it all being a result of Chester.. who he turns out to think is an interdimensional imp whose purposfully fucking with him. Which while not TOO farfetched given one of the people whose turned their back on his slow paranoid mental breakdown that in another work would lead to most of the group dying slowly and horribly while only one or two escape is a headless man horse, is still pretty nuts and Webby finally admits h’es not well. 

Scrooge decides “Fuck it i’m going to prove i’’m okay.. by doing the thing everyone thinks will kill me!” 

So we get a pretty damn heartrendnig scene as EVERYONE tries to stop Scrooge from going in but he just takes every one of them out. It just shows off just WHY he’s Scrooge mcduck: even heavily sick and gaslighted.. he still mops the floor with everyone with no effort without making them look like jobbers: their not trying to really HURT each other.. but the most everyone else can do is tackle him and even Fenton , despite having beefy iron man armor, only holds him for as long as everyone else and everyone dogpiling does nothing. He’s just that strong and that stubborn. It’s also why we coudln’t have Donald or Beakley in the main part of the plot: their TOO strong: Donald probably coudlnt’ beat scrooge alone (With Della, still probably not but they’d hav ea better shot) but Beakly is probably the only person in the main cast I think could fight him one on one and win. It’s not a knock either: the kids are all skilled, especially webby.. but their also just kids going up agaist someone who has 80 times the experince and combat training. Well more like 40 times the combat training in Webby’s case but the point is they didn’t stand a chance and while fenton is skilled, Scrooge likely wouldn’t hire someone he didn’t know how to beat in a pinch if the armor got hyjacked again. 

So he prepares to dive.. and next we hear.. he dead. 

Yeah complete with a funeral with everyone attending and sad, with donald wailing “he’s too young”, Gizmoduck engaging bagpipes, even the board are sad and Bradford HATES Scrooge. Then... it happens.. the second funniest scene in the entire series and one of the greatest moments in television history... when I first heard this.. I thought spoitfy kicked in.. iwas gloriously wrong. BEHOLD 

I... never cease laughing at this. just all of that, his loud I win, his dancing, his making it rain, him fucking TWERKING on the casket, him wanting to dance on it.. the fucking song.... there’s nothing about this that dosen’t work and it baffles me they got the song for this and that a fucking DJ Khaled song will be a permeannt part of one of the greatest scene’s disney’s ever made. and it just.. makes the scene, just adds that extra layer of fuck you to it it needs ot push it over the top. 

So Owlson responds to this grand display how you’d expect.. with horror then dragging Glomgold to his seat and placating him with a wowypop like the overgrown toddler he is. It’s then what this REALLY is becomes apparent with Huey’s Euology, a blatant attempt to bait glomgold by bringing up how briliant a scheme this is but how they’ll never know who did it. He takes it hook line and sinker

So we get the second best bit of the episode as we see how he did it.. and it’s utterly brilliant. It’s part of why I love this episode so much: rewatching it closer this time around, there’s all these little hints of just what glomgold did and you can see all the little bits they build up to: Turns out Glomgold got his hands on Gyro’s time teaser from the original series, a device that pauses time, as it was in a bin of science waste Manny had earlier in the episode, by accident and triggered it equally by accident. He proceded to .. not realize time was frozen and spend a year of his life having a staring contest with a baby. 

He eventually realized what he had and after comically injuring himself trying to dive like scrooge, tried to pilfer a bunch, coudln’t get it out and went for the 87 cents and the gaslighting plan instead: everything scrooge blamed chester for was glomgold, who naturally went the extra mile and put on a devil costume, then in my faviorite detail even after he no longer needed to wear it proceeded to keep the thing on the whole rest of the scheme. 

I love this sequence a lot: it shows off that underneath his insane need for complex think it us as he goes schemes.. Glomgold CAN be compietent and dosen’t sacfirice his comical incompitence for it: it took him a whle to come up with the scheme.. but the one he did was briliant, and still needlessly complex enough to fit him. I do wish this arc had continued with this level of competence from the guy, keeping him hilaroiusly insane but giving him some measure of threat... alas.. we will not have that and we will get to that. But for now it’s what makes this episode work: we don’t EXPECT Glomgold to be this good... so if it isn’t him we’re wondering who and if it IS we’re wondering how and the how is brilliantly paid off. 

Of course given we have another season and a half to go Scrooge isn’t dead, Manny was in the coffin and Scrooge was wearing a Mission Impossible style mask. Look given he just had a man horse impersonating his corpse, the fact Scrooge had a mission impossible style latex face making machine shouldn’t RELALLY be a surprise. With that Glomgold’s revealed as having comitted fraud but given Duckburg apparently works on an “oh you” system to serious crimes such as fraud, kidnapping and attmepted murder, he jus tlooses the money his company has made on investments and Scrooge is richest duck in the world again. Glomgold tries using the teaser but he and scrooge tussle over it and end up frozen. 

So we wrap things up: Beakley frees Scrooge and tell sthe kids next time, just call her to fix this. She frees Scrooge, Undoes his freezing then Scrooge licks Glomgold’s glasses and undoes his. He’ll see flinty again, same bat time same bat channel

Final Thoughts:

I love this episode. I made that clear up front, but to say it again: I LOVE THIS EPISODE. It’s utterly hilarous and both Ferguson and Tennant are on their a-game, as is everyone but their the stand outs. It brilliantly starts up the Owlson and Glomgold dynamic properly, with Owlson providing a much needed straight man to flinty’s antics outside of scrooge and brilinatly deconstructing his penchant for scheming, it’s incredibly well set up and the climax is just great. All in all one of the series best and one I was pleased to return to and will again and again. Hands down the episode I return to the most. 

Next time on MMM: Back to the Moon as Della fixes her ship and has some sexual tension with her roomate while Donald tries to take a freaking nap and ends up having to fight the evil dead, the gods and his own family’s penchant for shenanigans. 

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#of moons moms and millionares #ducktales #the 87 cent solution #scrooge mcduck #flintheart glomgold #webby vanderquack #huey duck #louie duck #dewey duck #gizmoduck #fenton crackshell cabrera #gyro gearloose #manny the headless manhorse #zan owlson

[chalkxtabletxtowers]

~A beach day full of feelings~

•Fandom: Ducktales, kinda? I based this fanfiction mostly off of the Italian comics, or "Lustige Taschenbücher" in Germany because the chemistry between the two is ströng there.

•Pairing: Donro, Donald x Gyro

•Warnings/Notes: Trans!Gyro is hinted, otherwise, this is just cute and wholesome. I originally wanted to upload it on valentines day, but I spent the day with my girlfriend and forgot about it, so here you have it now.

Everyone around them seemed to get the hints. Everyone around them seemed to understand what kind of relationship it was between them, better, than the two of them did. They were painfully oblivious, so much so, that they brushed the suspections of the people surrounding them off, even though they weren't unaware of them. But they both knew, or thought to know, that just because they were good friends, and because of that spend more time together, that that didn't mean something was going on between them.

Donald spent the days in the laboratory more often, these days. To upgrade his suit, that had been damaged pretty badly in the last incident with Magica. Even though he only understood half of was the scientist was explaining to him, it was still interesting to see old and new weapons, that were supposed to help him in the fight during crime.

On the inside, he knew that he liked spending the time in the laboratory. Being surrounded by someone. With the scientist in the room, he never had to fear that the silence took over. Silence, that he experienced everyday once the kids were out of the house. Since he never kept a job for more than three days, he didn't have any distraction. Without the three bringing life into the house, it was strangely empty, silent and big.

He had no real entertainment, besides reality TV, but that had changed ever since he spent the days in the laboratory. But he knew, that these days would be numbered pretty soon, after all, Gyro wouldn't have to fix his suit much longer, it was in pretty good condition again and the new weapons and inventions were all added, as much as that was possible.

But Donald didn't want these days to be numbered, which he, of course, couldn't tell Gyro. They were friends, and they did tend to spend some time on the weekend but... That would've been just weird, especially because Donald wasn't an apprentice, and probably wouldn't have been a very good one at that.

"There we go." the voice of the chicken interrupted his thoughts and the duck jumped "It's all fixed and ready for crime fighting again. I bet you were missed on the streets while having your forced break. But these days are over."

Donald was glad, that his suit was repaired again. He was glad, that he could do something against crime again. But on the other side, he was quietly crying. He decided to do something about it "The kids and I wanted to go to the beach on the weekend. And as a thankful gesture-" Since he obviously didn't have the money to pay the scientist "You could join us?"

The inventor seemed surprised. Not, that this was the first weekend he spend with the duck, but usually it was pretty spontaneous. Donald had never flat out asked like this, especially not in the middle of the week. "I.."

Gyro look around over his stuff, and his tables, and sighted "Think I could use a break"

When Donald returned home, the kids were already home too. He could tell by the mess in the hallway and the tossed aside schoolbags. He knew that homework hadn't been touched yet by either of them, but was too relaxed to care. He was in a good mood, but didn't really want to realise why. He just told himself it was because he could finally protect the city, and therefore the people that meant something to him, again. That was the reason, surely.

Donald decided to make pancakes for dinner, and when the kids came down the stairs because they had smelled them, they noticed that something was definitely up with their uncle "Why are you so relaxed?" "Yeah, why aren't you mad at us for not doing our homework yet?" "Did something exciting happen? Did you win the lottery? Are we rich?" "Are we rich?" "Are we?"

Donald chuckled. He wished. Well, technically, the family was rich, but he would've never gotten a single coin from his uncle, at least not until he eventually passed away. "We're not rich." He said as he sat down "I just..." He shrugged "Had a good day. Oh, and, we won't be going to the beach alone."

The three were, on their own, very well aware that their uncle had a crush. It wasn't something he could hide very well. The signs were too obvious. And they were also aware that this crush was centered towards a certain inventing chicken. But Donald, admitting that? Wouldn't happen. "Will Gyro be joining us?" Louie asked, his brothers chuckling in the background. God, it was so obvious "Yes. And that's nothing to make fun of! We're good friends and I'm being nice to him as a reward for all the good things he has done for us in the past! Including inventing stuff that wasn't only useful for me."

He looked at the three, and they knew what he was talking about. Their video game, that they could scan themselves into. Yeah, that was indeed a rad thing.

The rest of the evening wasn't so quiet, the three just couldn't stop teasing their uncle, no matter how often he kept denying a crush.

Gyro, on the other hand, wasn't much better. Not, that he wasn't well aware of the fact that he was a gay chicken.

No, he was just nervous of the thought of sharing a beach day with Donald, even though spending the weekends with the duck wasn't unusual. Sometimes, Donald would just come over for new inventions or to get something on his suit fixed, and afterwards they'd go to a café or watch a movie. Nothing unusual, just things that friends did.

And since they were friends, he was confused about his sudden nervousness. Why was a day at the beach something that suddenly scared him? After all these years, feathers had obviously grown over the scars on his chest, and he felt confident with being a male chicken.

In any way, the nervousness caused him to loose his concentration and he sighted in frustration. He wouldn't get anything done anymore, he had to take a break and clear his thoughts.

But eventually, the dreaded saturday did arrive, and there was nothing they both could do about it.

And even though they both were beyond nervous, they were also excited to spent the day with the person that meant something to them, even though they both weren't aware yet, what exactly that certain something was.

"Have we got everything?"

Donald asked, afraid that 313 would explode at any minute, judging by how full the poor car was. A single pool float was laying around, and he had almost tripped over it, and the sunscreen seemed to glue his feathers together, but he didn't care. Today was a good day, and he wouldn't let it get ruined by his reappearing bad luck.

"We think so!"

The triplets shouted back as they pressed themselves on the backseat of the car. After Donald had made sure they were strapped into their seats, like the good uncle he was, he started driving towards the beach.

"So, will you tell him today?"

Huey suddenly asked, the biggest grin plastered across his beak.

"Will I tell who what today?"

Donald asked, although he knew what they were talking about. And he could've sworn he got red under his cheek feathers.

"Will you tell Gyro today-"

Dewey continued "That he's the love of your life?"

Louie ended the sentence.

They didn't care if their uncle was in a gay relationship, as long as he was happy. And Gyro had visited them so often, that by now, they kinda viewed him as a uncle themselves. They just wanted them to finally realise their feelings, and be officially in a relationship. So that their uncle could be constantly as happy as he had been on Wednesday.

"I am not in love with him."

The duck stated, yet again. This wasn't the first time he had to defend himself in front of the kids. "We're very good friends, and that's all their is. Aren't you three glad that your uncle has found a friend?" All that he got in return from them was a simple chuckle. They knew.

After Donald had parked the car, they hopped out of it "Well, we wish you luck"

They said, before running, trying to find a good spot for themselves and the two love birds. They didn't want to be in the way of their confession.

And Donald, who was waiting at his car, did think about their words.

In love? Him? Well... He certainly knew how love felt, but... Yes, he liked to spent time with the chicken. Yes, he liked the chicken around him, and his company. And yes, they had slipped in each others arm once or twice during sleeping, but love? Didn't love cause butterflies in your stomach and a fast beating heart? He didn't feel anything of that. So it couldn't be love after all, right?

While Donald was lost in his thoughts, Gyro was already on the way to the beach, glowing with excitement.

He was, semi, aware of his feelings, or at least by now finally knew that they extended friendship. He wasn't sure yet in what way, but he was sure of one thing: That he was going to find out today. At least he wanted more weekends like this one, he told himself, and when he saw the bright red car on the horizon, he slowed down "I'm here."

He greeted Donald and almost automatically had to smile. This felt so normal, so... Domestic, as if they were a couple for years. Wait. Couple? Had he just really thought that? Blush started to arise at his cheeks, and the duck obviously noticed it, while the two made their way to the beach, the inventor either next to him, or behind him, when the way got slimmer.

"Are you alright? You look so red. Sure you haven't catched a sunburn already?" The worry in his voice came automatically, when you are a uncle of three very active nephews, you're basically worried 24/7. And, he also wanted his friend to be well. Everyone would've cared about their friend, right?

"N-No, I'm alright, the sunscreen is strong enough." Gyro quickly stuttered together, and the sailor just nodded. Eventually, after some silence, Gyro decided it would be best to switch the topic "And, did you try the new suit out yet? I hope everything works well?"

Donald nodded "Yeah, it's really good. I feel safer in this suit than I did before. The new inventions are practical, though some could need improvement." He chuckled.

When the triplets saw them walking over, they decided they had to do something. It was maybe the most cliché plan of their short life's so far, but something had to be done. These two couldn't continue walking around, being so oblivious towards one another.

So, Huey decided to take matters into his own hands and stretched his feet out. Normally, he wouldn't have wished his uncle to trip and fall over, but in this case, it was necessary for once

And, as the bad luck had already foreshadowed, their uncle did trip and fall, the scientist, that had walked behind him, falling on top of Donald. The three cheered, that was exactly what they had wanted. They didn't care how cliché this was, they knew it would work.

And sometimes, the most cliché ways were the best ways. As Donald rolled on his back in a dizzy attempt to orientate himself, his eyes catched the eyes of the scientist. In that moment, he realised it.

Maybe love wasn't all butterflies and a fast beating heart. Maybe love was all about finding comfort in someone. And being at home, with someone. And with Gyro, he certainly was at home.

"I-I love you."

The duck spurted out, his face immediately after becoming so red, that it could have been a rival to the worst sunburn. As Gyro heard the words, the chicken blushed again, before clearing his throat "I-I can only agree. The time we spent together is the most beautiful time of my entire day. I'm always looking forward to it, and when you're gone, I feel lonely. I feel like a part of me is missing. With you..."

"I feel comforted and at home. I feel like I'm in a safe space with someone, that understands me and doesn't judge me. And someone, that certainly knows my deepest secrets."

As the two joined each other in a loving kiss, the triplest cheered. They had known it all along.

#Donro #DonaldxGyro #Ducktales #Donald duck #Gyro gearloose #I saw like one fanart and wrote this ;-; #Leo writes #Comfort #Cute couple shit #Sometimes two birds have a better love life than most people #Triplets #Supporting triplets #No homophobia in this home °^° #They probably ran around on the beach afterwards cheering. #Duckverse

[ducklooney]

Yes, it may not be time, but when no one wants to, here I am. I already have a lot of plans for some things (fanfiction (to have one that I started, which I need to continue), new drawings, etc.), and I don't have much free time to do all such things as my hobby, because I have a lot of responsibilities, and the time I dedicate to drawing is very short. In this case, I drew another one of my choice.

Yes, you all know Max Goof, Goofy’s son, but more from Goofy’s movies than from the classic shorts and Goof Troop. Earlier, Max was more represented and became one of the most famous characters from the classic Disney universe. Yes, we have all seen him grow up. What saddened me the most was that they let Max grow up and Huey, Dewey and Louie were still children. Also Donald and Goofy, without Mickey, are best friends and we often see their relationships alone through both harmony and quarrel (classic shorts, comics, Kingdom Hearts). But we’ve never seen a relationship between their kids, namely Max and Donald’s nephews, Huey, Dewey and Louie. Yes, actually only in Mickey’s film Once Upon a Christmas, around Christmas dinner, if I’m not mistaken. In other appearances, there were only brief moments and nothing more. I know they belong, if I may say so to different backgrounds, but I think all four could be best friends. I know, Max has a P.J. (Pete Junior), but given that P.J. has a father who is hostile to him and Goofy, then it is easier to hang out with children who is also close to Goofy without interference. Don't worry, Max and P.J. will definitely remain best friends, but I would definitely like Max to be best friend and HDL, but really, not just cameo roles. Yes, I know Max appeared as a cameo character in Ducktales but considering I heard that there (if shown) there will be a grown character, but I hope I’m wrong.

Here I drew Max Goof (Goof Troop version, but it’s 10 years in my headcanon, same as HDL) along with Huey, Dewey and Louie, in the classic version, where they hang out together. Regardless of the different comments, both triplets and Max share something in common, and these are certainly personalities (naughty strongly, make a mess, but love to help and love and respect their parents), which have some common interests in music and perhaps warfare in the childish sense as a game), as well as to have one parent. Max has a father Goofy, and Huey, Dewey and Louie have a mother Della Duck. The difference, however, is that the nephews are taken care of by their uncle Donald, who adopted them. But in all, there is certainly potential for friendship between Max on the one hand and HDL on the other and that they grow up together. I would like it to be real, but I doubt very much that it will happen, but we will see what the new time will bring.

#maximilian max goof #max goof #huey dewey and louie #huey dewey and louie duck #ducktales #goof troop #my fanart #fanart #classic disney universe #ducktales 2017 #ducktales 2020 #they are all 10 years old #in my headcanon #okay? #triplets #goofy #donald duck #disney duck comics #ducktales 1987 #disney comics #comics #donald duck's universe #goofy's universe #donald's nephews #della's sons #goofy's son #the best friends #huey duck #dewey duck #louie duck

[fangirlshrewt97]

DuckTales Fic - Hey Brother, I’m Back!

Author(s): Fangirlshrewt97

Fandom: DuckTales (2017)

Pairing: Della Duck & Donald Duck

Characters: Della Duck, Donald Duck, Scrooge McDuck, Mrs. Beakley, Others mentioned

Rating: Teen and Up (1 swear word)

Warnings: None

Additional Tags: Sibling bonding, Reunion, Late Night Conversations, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Banned Together Bingo 2020, Prompt: Talking Animals

Summary: My take on Della and Donald’s conversation post-reunion

“I thought you were dead.” His tone was flat, eyes hard, fists clenched.

That shut her up.

Link to A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24550339

                                                           /////

It was nearing midnight when the Duck Family finally retired for the day, each exhausted after a packed day of reunions, failed plans, and a Moon invasion. Those didn’t happen every day after all. Launchpad had offered to take the moon people to one of Scrooge’s safe houses until they were able to integrate into Earth’s society or decided to return to the moon.

Or rather, most members of the Duck family went to sleep. Della tucked her children into bed as had become the routine ever since her return from the Moon. It was a long process that involved them clinging to her and her clinging back. These were her babies, the ones she had missed, yearned to hold, fought so fiercely to come back to. It didn’t matter what had happened that day, what fight or adventure, or mundane squabble they might have had. Bedtime was sacred. She tasted the regret of every second she had missed of their lives bitterly on her tongue. She never hurried bedtime, stretching it to the last possible second, and staying until all three were asleep, just watching over them.

But tonight, Della left as soon as her sons were tuckered out, which was pretty quick, considering they were asleep the second their heads hit the pillow. She quietly closed the door to their room, gently leaning her head against the wood, breathing in the reality. Assuring herself that the ground beneath her foot was real, the smooth wood under fingertips too.

She stepped away and turned to look out the corridor, walking towards a destination without ever realizing it.

As she reached the attic, a chill breeze blew past her, and a smile started to form on her face. Making her way through the familiar hoard of treasure and trash Uncle Scrooge kept up here, Della made her way up the hidden stairs at the end of the room. The steps up the roof were slightly dusty out of disuse, and she briefly wondered if the boys realized there were stairs beyond the attic.The air was even cooler once she got to the roof. Muscle memory guided her feet as she reached the little alcove above the attic window that gave them a safe perch to sit on.

“I had a feeling you’d be up here.”

Donald’s nod was barely perceptible. He stayed quiet until she settled down comfortably, and shared a minute of silence. 

Then “I stopped talking to Uncle Scrooge after you disappeared. Stopped coming to see him. Stopped visiting this house. I didn’t regret that, I was mad at him. What I did miss was this spot.” Donald’s voice was clear, but the pain was even clearer to Della.

Della felt a weight on her chest. “Don-”

“I thought you were dead.” His tone was flat, eyes hard, fists clenched.

That shut her up.

“I hoped and waited for so long, Della will come back, Della always comes back, she is the best of us.” Tears gathered at Donald’s eyes, slowly started to pour down his cheeks. “But you didn’t. And I wanted- I wanted to drown my sorrows, I wanted to build a rocket and bury myself among the stars with you, I wanted-” Donald hiccuped as he curled his fingers into a tight fist. His voice was shaking with anger.

Della felt her own tears racing down her cheek.

“I wanted to find you Della. Or I wanted to die trying. All I knew was that I couldn’t live in a world without you in it.” Donald hiccuped again as he rubbed at his eyes. “The only thing that kept me here, kept me sane, were your hatchlings.”

“I spent every second I wasn’t with you trying to get back to all of you.” Della whispered.

Donald turned to finally face his sister, looking her in the eye. “I know you did. I know it in my bones. But that still doesn’t erase the fact that you left Della. I know you didn’t mean to get stranded. Or to take so long to get back. But for so long.” Donald cleared his throat, rubbing at his eyes with his sleeve before taking Della’s hand in his.

“So long I was angry. I was sad. But mostly I was lonely. I was raising my nephews and it was so unfair. They should have had you. The first face they saw when they hatched was you. When Dewey said his first word, it should have been ‘Mom’. When I finally managed to coax Louie to eat that damn banana, you should have been with me to cheer. When Huey took his first steps, you should have been the first to catch him. And it.” Donald choked. “It is all so, so, so fucking unfair Della.”

Della bit her lip, closing her eyes and letting the pain she had been pushing away all these years to finally break, and soon she was heaving sobs. She felt her brother envelop her in a hug so tight it must have been hurting him too, but the twins clutched each other tight, letting go of over a decade’s worth of pain together. “When I saw the Spear crash site, I thought I was dreaming. I called out for you, so happy you had made it home, relieved, I had been right. My sister had found her way back home even from the stars.” Della sobbed harder, and Donald rubbed her back comfortingly.

“Of course then I accidentally wound up on the moon, but that’s a story for another day.” He joked. Della just sniffled.

Donald held her until Della’s cries petered out, replaced with small hiccups. Donald started to move away only to be pulled closer to Della as she grabbed his arm and held it in place around her. When he settled behind her, she leaned on his shoulder.

“When I was up there, everyday, every single day, I was trying to get home Donald. To them. And to you. I wanted to see all those things, and I could picture it all so clearly in my head. But you know what I never had to worry about?”

When Donald stayed silent, Della turned her head to look him in the eyes.

“I knew that no matter how long it took me to get home, you would be with the boys. I am so sorry I put you through all this, for thinking I was dead.” Della felt her voice crack at the next part. “But thank you. Donald, thank you so much for raising them. You have done such a good job. Probably better-”

“Shut up Della.” Donald interrupted, voice equally annoyed and fond. “Just. What did you think I was going to do with them? Abandon them? They are my kids too Della. I consider them my kids, not my nephews. Every day, I was so scared I was not doing right by you, that I was messing things up, and it would have been better if you had been here.”

“You would never abandon them Donald. But you did not have to make them your responsibility either. And that is something I am never going to be able to repay you for. You are a wonderful dad to them Donald, and I am so proud of them all. I can see so much of myself in them, and I know that is because of you.”

“I would never have let them forget you.” Donald said sincerely.

Della gulped again, rubbing her eyes hard to stop herself from crying again.

“I missed you so much.”

“Me too Dell, me too.”

Della laughed a wet laugh.

“You’re the only one who calls me that.”

“I’m the only one allowed to call you that!” Donald replied, faux indignation flooding his voice.

Della laughed again, hard enough to make her belly hurt. By the time she quietened, Donald was looking at her fondly.

“Yeah you are Donny.”

Donald started to quack in real indignation this time, setting Della off again.

The two stayed up for a little longer, long enough to see colour start to flood the horizon again before they got up and made their way to Della’s bedroom.

She was not ready to part with her brother just yet.

///

Come morning, Scrooge was making his daily round through the mansion, enjoying the short while the place was still asleep. As he walked past Della’s room, he saw the door was slightly ajar, so went to close it, only to pause when he caught a glance at the scene.

There, in Della’s queen size bed, the twins were curled up close together, in the same position Scrooge remembered seeing so very often when they were wee kids, running around and causing havoc in his house. He’d even bet a dollar that they were holding hands in between them.

Feeling a newly-becoming-familiar warmth flood his heart, Scrooge stood for a few minutes just watching them, a fond smile over his face. A cough from the end of the hallway had Scrooge closing the door loudly in surprise, only to find Beakley at the end of the hallway with a knowing look in her eyes.

“Your whole family is back under one roof Sir.”

Scrooge cleared his throat, straightening his back even as he felt the strangest urge to sink to his knees in relief and happiness. “So they are. I think it deserves a celebratory breakfast doesn’t?”

Beakley bowed her head slightly. “I’ll get started on it right away.”

Saying so, she moved away, heading towards the kitchen.

Scrooge cracked the door open just the tiniest gap to see both Donald and Della were still fast asleep, and then walked back to his room to start his day, a feeling of complete contentment making him feel like he was floating.

#my fic #ducktales fic #bannedtogetherbingo2020 #bannedtogether2020 #della duck #donald duck #scrooge mcduck #let me know what you think!

[iwoulddiefordonaldduck]

okay so one of my friends said he was going to pay me 20 bucks for a commission if I drew him a few DuckTales characters as FMA:B characters: it was a crossover sort of thing. here are some of the designs I played around with:

also, I added some close ups for better visibility of the text

buut turns out I got really invested on it so here we go:

a Ducktales FMA:B au: Fullmetal... Duckemist?

more about it under the cut

so the plot is not exactly the same and I wasn't sure how I'd get some characters to fit into pre existing roles, but for now, here's what I got:

• HDL as Ed and Al; Huey as Edward, Dewey and Louie as Alphonse (they share control of the armor like that dudes at the fifth laboratory)

• della as both Trisha and Hoenheim (I'll explain that in a minute bear with me)

• Beakley as Pinako and Webby as Winry

• in that same note, Scrooge is also kind of Hoenheim (I know it's confusing right now but I swear it'll make sense when I properly explain this mess

• F.O.W.L main command as the homunculi/Father (I guess the vultures as Father and the rest I'll have to sort into homonculi)

• Donald as Mustang (because my friend said so when he asked for the commission and I really enjoy drawing Don in the blue uniform)

• Daisy as Hawkeye (that's gotta be obvious my dudes)

• Panchito and José will be part of team Mustang Donald I guess. Storkules could be part of it too?? Please someone get Donald more friends

• I have no clue about who can be Hughes & family. Maybe LP/Drake/Gosalyn? I kinda wanted to have LP as Armstrong idk

okay so basically, the plot begins when Della supposedly dies when HDL are still relatively young. The kids needed somewhere to live, and because their closest living relative Donald was currently with the military, taking part in war, they are taken in by their great uncle Scrooge. Scrooge seems to mostly avoid them for unknown reasons. The kids then decide that of they would get at least something good out of their situation and start researching ways to bring their mom back to life. that takes a few years, I'm assuming

obviously, that didn't work, and both Dewey and Louie lost their bodies trying to bring her back, Huey loses an arm and a leg to bind their souls to an armor etc, etc. at that point Scrooge straight up leaves them in Beakley's (and Webby's) care and disappears to God knows where. I assume Huey then asks Beakley to make him automail because he wants to make up to what happened to his brothers as soon as possible (idk I'm still thinking about it).

A few months later, their uncle Donald who had taken part of the recent war and was still with the military gets the word about his nephews from Beakley. He immediately bolts back to whatever-city-that'll-be-Risembool- equivalent to see what really happened. when he gets there he is devastated by what happened. the kids (especially Huey) beg him to let them make up for what they did by joining the military. Donald is really opposed to the idea at first, but after some convincing by part of the kids and Beakley (plus, this way, they'll be far far away from Scrooge and then he can't screw up AGAIN. plus he'll be able to keep an eye out for his nephews if they're under his jurisdiction in the military) he caves in.

after that the plot would continue as normal (like except for the characters that I assigned kinda made-up roles or altered ones). by the time the kids joined the military, HDL would be 11 and Webby 12.

I'm still deciding about the rest but here's some stuff I already decided:

•the transmutation didn't work because Della wasn't even dead to begin with. everyone thought so, but turns out she disappeared thanks to a transmutation gone wrong in a adventure. I like to think of it kind of like the ending of the original FMA series, in which Ed gets stuck in a parallel universe. Except Della got stuck at the moon instead. that's why I said she was both Trisha (dead) and Hoenheim (apparently abandoned them and fucked off to somewhere else— except it wasn't really that)

• Also I said Scrooge was also like Hoenheim, because it looks he left to God knows where to another adventure, but in reality he's after F.O.W.L main command which are the homunculi in this au. also Scrooge is basically immortal so I thought he could be Hoenheim alright

That's it for now I think. hope it's understandable

#dt17 #ducktales 2017 #crossover #fma au #ducktales hdl #huey dewey and louie #huey duck #dewey duck #louie duck #webby vanderquack #donald duck #daisy duck #stupid crossover #quarantine is making me do weird things #bear with me #please i must be stopped #character design #possible ooc stuff #fma crossover

[starshinewriter]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: DuckTales (Cartoon 2017) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Donald Duck & Scrooge McDuck, Dewey Duck & Donald Duck & Huey Duck & Scrooge McDuck, Donald Duck & Louie Duck & Scrooge McDuck Characters: Donald Duck, Scrooge McDuck, Huey Duck, Dewey Duck, Louie Duck Additional Tags: Hatching, best title anyone could ever come up with i know, Parent Scrooge McDuck, Parent Donald Duck, theyre so excited to see the boys hatch, babie hdl are so pure, 1 curse word Series: Part 2 of A Bigger, Different Family Dynamic Summary:

Huey, Dewey and Louie hatch.

Chapter Title: April 23, 2007

Chapter Summary: Huey and Dewey hatch, and also have their names changed. But not necessarily in that order.  

Alternative to ao3: 

Jet and Turbo were set to hatch any day now, which was why Donald has been spending so much time at the mansion. As well as his own egg, that he absolutely refused to let out of his sight. It has been... something being back there so much but he knew it was good for him, even if it really really hurt at times. He couldn't avoid it forever, especially if his nephews were going to be raised there. And he didn't want to, it wasn't like him to avoid things- he preferred head-on confrontation. Especially when it came to his family.

And in this case it was good, it got him back in contact with his Uncle, and his cousins -who unfortunately couldn't be around for the hatchings-, it kept his family together. Even if one of them wasn't there anymore. They'd survived losses before and they'd survive them now, but damnit if it wouldn't be the hardest lost he'd ever have to face. But he couldn't think about that now, this was an exciting occasion. His nephews were about to hatch! His excitement would only ever be topped by one other event, which was set to happen any week now. This was a good point in his life. Even if it didn't always feel like it.

"Donald, ae've been thinkin'," Scrooge said, jostling him out of his thoughts. "What if we... renamed Jet and Turbo?" He hesitantly asked. Which Donald got, renaming them was like taking a part of Della away. But...

"So you've been thinking about it too." He sighed and his Uncle looked at him. "I've been debating it for a while, I'm just not sure if I can call them that, it would hurt too much."

"Exactly." The room fell silent.

"What would we name them then?" He asked after a few minutes. "Any ideas?"

Scrooge hummed, "What aboot somethin' Scottish?"

"Like what, Scrooge Jr. and Scrooge the 3rd?" He asked teasingly, his Uncle swat him playfully which made him laugh. This was nice. He wasn't sure they'd ever be able to get back to this point again. It seemed that reaching out so soon helped with that.

"No you, nonsensical numbskull! Something to honor our heritage."

"My heritage is only half Scottish, I'm also a Coot in case you forgot. How about this, we find a baby book and keep searching until we find names we like." Scrooge had to admit, that was a good idea. But where could they find one? The answer was the library apparently, he wasn't sure why he had one but he wasn't gonna complain now. The two of them sat down and got to work, making sure to keep an eye on the eggs as they did so. Donald's cautiousness was starting to rub off on him but now that the twins' eggs had been in his life for so long he could see the reasoning. It definitely wasn't easy to be a single parent, he'd give his nephew that.

Granted, he had practically raised him and his sister but he had gotten them when they were almost eight years old. Doing it from scratch was something else entirely, and he was just starting to figure that out. They could work on it together. That was something that really gave him hope.

They combed through the book, looking at each name carefully but not coming upon on that interested them- that is, until they hit the D's. "What aboot Dewford fer ane o' them?" Scrooge suggested and his nephew tested it out as he looked for its meaning and found none. But discovered something else, "We could shorten it ta Dewey, which is Welsh for beloved, sounds like a good fit ta me."

Donald smiled at him, "A great fit." They continued looking for a while until this time Donald found the name. "What if we named the other one Hubert? It's German for a bright heart."

"Hubert and Dewey, something doesn't fit there."

His nephew gave him a look, "Don't do it." He said warningly. "Don't be that guy, Uncle Scrooge."

Scrooge looked at him innocently, "What? I dinnae know what yer talkin' about. All that ae'm sayin' is the two names dinnae go together very well."

"Good." Donald said pointedly. "Della and I hated being a twin stereotype, don't make them another."

"Fine. Hubert and Dewey it is then."

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It was a good thing they decided on those names that day cause not a few hours later the first egg began to crack. By that point their whole party had moved to the room they had previously set up as the nursery, which were good instincts on their part. Moving hatching eggs was never a good idea and the first place they see should really be where they're going to spend most of their time.

But back to the egg, as soon as the first crack sounded Scrooge and Donald's eyes were glued to it. It was cracking at a good pace, wiggling around a moderate amount, nothing to be anxious about. Yet they both were. Both were overwrought at the thought of something going wrong, of something being wrong. These eggs were all they had left of Della, they had to be fine. Luckily for them they had nothing to be worried about- for Hubert at least. He came out perfectly fine, if a bit curious as to what was going on.

Scrooge gently grabbed him from out of his egg and cleaned him off, wrapping a red blanket around him once he was done. "Hubert." He announced. But the two of them didn't have time to be excited about him hatching, his brother wasn't far behind.

Not five seconds after Hubert had finished Dewey had begun, and much faster. He busted out of his egg at a rapid speed and Donald had to quickly grab him before he could hurt himself. He wriggled around in Donald's hands, excited to experience everything around him and it made Donald smile as he wiped him clean. "Dewey." He said softly and he swore the duckling smiled at him. He felt like crying, and he knew by looking at his Uncle that he felt the same. They were here. They were finally here.

"Welcome ta the world, wee anes."

The two of them got close together and let the ducklings explore each other, which they eagerly did. Scrooge and Donald tiredly grinned at one another and Scrooge wrapped his free arm around his nephew. His youngest nephews were now cuddled up with each other making him awe internally and coo at them. They let out little noises and his grin grew wider. They had just been born and he already loved them like crazy. And that was the moment he swore he would never let anything happen to them, that he would protect them like he couldn't protect Della.

He then noticed his oldest nephew looking at him fondly and became confused, "What?"

He smiled, "You're a natural." Scrooge smiled back and they turned back to the twins. They were watching the two of them curiously and Scrooge waved his finger in front of their faces. Their eyes glued in on it as best as they could and Dewey tried to grab it, he let him and instantly felt something he couldn't name. These two ducklings were the most precious things in the entire world, no amount of money or treasure would ever mean as much to him. No adventure would ever be more important. From now one, his life completely revolved around them. That was what being a parent meant, and he was their parent now.

"Oh god." Donald suddenly realized. "I'm gonna have one of these."

Scrooge nodded, "In a few weeks, yes."

Donald turned to him frightened, "I'm not ready! I can't even take care of myself! Oh god, I'm gonna mess this up!" He moved away from his uncle and nephews and started pacing. Scrooge carefully placed the twins in their crib then went to tend to his other nephew.

He put a hand on his arm and guided him into a chair. "Uncle Scrooge, what am I gonna do? I can't be a Dad, I don't know how."

"Hah!" Scrooge barked out but then quickly lowered his voice. "Yew, Donald Duck, dinnae know how ta be a Dad? Lad, if ae know yew ae know yew looked up every possible book on parentin' the moment yew found oot. Ye picked oot all the stuff needed ta care fer the twins, ae would've been lost in that store withoot yew. Yew've probably even babyproofed the whole houseboat by now! Yer gonna be just fine, nephew, and so is Llewelyn. Have some faith in yerself." That was easier said than done. He was Donald Duck, he messed things up, and his kid deserved better than that. Deserved better than him. But he was Donald Duck, he was gonna do everything he could to give him the best life possible. He didn't have anyone better than Donald so Donald was gonna have to be the best. And there already wasn't anything he wouldn't do for his child.

Have faith in himself, he could do that.

One of the twins suddenly started crying and he was out of his seat and to the crib before his Uncle could even take a step. He delicately grabbed Dewey, and then Hubert before he could get too fussy and started rocking both of them. "And ye say ae'm a natural."

Donald shrugged, "Just instincts."

His Uncle gawked at him, "With instincts like that ye could be the best Dad in the world." He attempted to brush the praise off, before realizing that he probably deserved it. Even before she left Donald had been the more parental twin. She had been most excited to take the twins on adventures and give them things like the stars, he knew they needed more than that, needed a parent. Someone to change their diapers and teach them how to walk and talk, someone to kiss their boo-boos and help them with their homework, someone who knew what it meant to be a parent. And even if he couldn't be that for them, he trusted Scrooge could be and that he could be there to help in any way possible.

And those instincts were tenfold when it came to his own kid, he had a feeling the two of them were gonna be just fine after all.

#ducktales 2017 #a bigger different family dynamic

[sleaveheralone]

Now guys,I know this will shock you but...the old Ducktales wasn't perfect too

Let's really think about it : you guys constantly complain about how Scrooge having to raise Della and Donald would be out of character...yet you guys are totally fine with Scrooge raising Huey,Dewey and Louie in the old Ducktales and being a perfect parent to them,exept for the first episode: he wanted to see their grades,he told them not to get into fights（yeah,because HE never ever got into fights,not even once...）, he wanted them to be polite etc...guys...that is COMPLITELY out of character for him! Remember what Don Rosa Scrooge told the triplets when he first met them? "You'll excuse me...I'm not used to children! I never had time to be one myself!" Scrooge,aside from being a person that alone most of his life has always had a hard time adapting and doesn't know how some things changed since he was young! There is NO way that he instantly adapted perfectly to having three kids in so little time! Reboot Scrooge had the advantage of having had a little experience with Donald and Della but he still needs to adapt and we saw it several times! It makes sense! Donald was extremely dumbed down in the old Ducktales: he only did things right by accident,he never seemed to take offense when Scrooge insulted him,made SCROOGE look like the voice of reason every time they were together...yeah,that totally seems in character. Also Scrooge living in a mension instead of the money bin it's extremely weird yet again none of you complained. What about the fact that in the episode "Send in the clones" the Beagle Boys told Magica that they got life sentence,yet we see them free running around in several episodes,which makes no sense since it's impossible for criminal like them to be absolved. Since you guys always like to point out every logical flaws in the new Ducktales,it seems only fair for me to talk about the flaws of the old one as well,especially since there are so many that are waaaay too bitter towards the reboot. Let's talk about Magica: now, they changed the reason why she wanted the number one dime...at least at first. In the earlier episodes she wanted it to rule the world（no idea how the dime would allow her to do that） and needed to put it inside an amulet but since the episode with Gladstone she wanted it to get rich...yeah they retconned it which I'm sure it left several fans confused on what she wanted. Also,this is something that I have always wondered even while reading the comics: why isn't Magica considered a global threat both in the old show or the comics?! She either wants to take over the world or gain the Mida's touch,that would make her destroy the world economy...yet no one,aside of Scrooge is afraid of her. In fact...she doesn't seem to care that she would destroy the whole economy and therefore she wouldn't be rich anymore（she literally tells Scrooge that she doesn't care if the economy falls apart in one comic）. And what about Poe De Spell? Magica's brother: in the orinal Ducktales her crow Ratface was called Poe and was actually Magica's brother who got turned into a crow. Now THAT would have been an interesting story...if they did anything with it! But no: after the episode "Send in the clones" they never talk about this again. Even in the episode "Duck to the future" , where Magica sent Scrooge in the future and she finally gets the dime we never see Poe's true form. Heck,we don't even know he was turn back to normal because I think that the writers retconned Poe being her brother as well,since she always treated him like he was simply her pet. Or what about the episode "Return to the Klondike" where we learn that the triplets hate romantic mushy stuff...yet at the beginning of the episode we see them happy as they help Webby and Beakley preparing cards for Valentine's Day...wait...what? They don't even look like they don't like it but they have been forced to do it: they look like they are having fun. Or when Goldie told Scrooge that she didn't want to go with him in Duckburg because White Agony Creek was her home? In the episode "Ducky Mountain High" she says that as soon as her claim ran out of gold she left and got another job...way to be consistent. And rember in the episode "Till Nephews do us apart" how Scrooge instantly fell in love with a woman he just met to the point of trusting her more than his own family? And how the episode made it seem like he would allow her to fire Beakley and Duckworth and send the triplets away? Yeah,totally in character,especially on how long it took him to realize that she only wanted his money...even AFTER she told him that to his face😑 And how he never even for one second thought about Goldie before marrying another woman but when she shows up at the end he says "Goldie! My true love!" Yeah right... And how about some of the morals that often resetted in later episodes? In the episode "Home Sweet Homer" the moral was that kids grow up to be themselves and it was Scrooge who told it to the triplets...yet in the episode " Working for Scales" hegets mad at them for messing up,saying that he hoped that they would grow up to be like him. Or what about in the episode "Duck to the future" where he told the kids that it's wrong to make money at other's expence...I repeat it again...a billionare...a capitalist with his own company just said that is wrong to make money at other's expence...which is exactly what he does for living...look I know it's a kids show but really? And in the episode with Gladstone? At the end Scrooge agrees with Gladstone on how important luck is to the point of accepting Gladstone's charm,which is an awful lesson for kids: "Remember kids,never actually try anything in your life,you just have to have good luck and constantly depend on a lucky charm"...yeah... Again,you guys point out every flaw in the new Ducktales but ignore the ones in the old Ducktales. And the old Ducktales has several animation errors as well: in the episode "Send in the clones" in some shots Scrooge is tall as the triplets,while in others he is taller than them; in the episode "A whale of a bad time" Donald ,while pressing random buttons,accidently burns Scrooge's top hat but few scene later,while they were still in the submarine with no way of changing clothes...his hat gets fixed; and what about the several times where some duck's bill would disappear? Or when they miscolored the triplets' hats? Or when in the episode "Ducky Mountain High" where,while Glomgold and Scrooge were throwing each other out of Goldie's house and they colored Scrooge's sideburns brown? Yeah,funny how you guys constantly look for every single frame in the new Ducktales to find animation errors but you ignore the ones in the old one. In short: both shows have flaws,none of the two is perfect and it's complitely fine to like either just one of them or both. But stop calling the one you hate shit or saying that it ruined your childhood（for people who constantly complain about Scrooge not being mature enough for his age,you guys need some growing up yourselves）and let others like it.

#ducktales 1987 #ducktales 2017 #ducktales

[wcrldtcp]

@ducktales-wco-oo --- starter call (gyro & fethry)

     The lab always felt too crowded now that Scrooge had reunited with his family. Everyone coming and going was bad enough, but having his two interns and one of his nephews having free reign of the place was maddening. Nothing was ever where Gyro left it, there were messes left about that certainly weren’t his, and there was always something new that he had to work around. For someone with the title “Head of Research and Development”, the chicken really did have to answer to a lot of others below him.

     The one highlight of the day was when Gizmoduck left the lab to respond to something in the city, leaving him with more peace and quiet to focus on his inventions. Finally getting into the groove of his work, the inventor grabbed one of his many notebooks to jot down ideas while he went to grab some tools he left in another part of the lab. He wasn’t pulled out of his thoughts until he walked right into some large object that he knew hadn’t been there before, landing on his rear. Momentarily put in a daze, Gyro gained his senses back and took a good look at what had obscured his walkway. It was obvious to him who was behind this.

     “FETHRY! Why is there an aquarium in my robotics lab!?”

#ducktales wco oo #ducktales wco oo ║ fethry #gyro ic ║ insurmountable knowledge #gyro verse ║ ducktales #lmk if you want something different! #and im so sorry his first instinct was to yell #its his default

[fiederspiel]

Today (April 15) is, according to DuckTales 2017, the triplets’ birthday. So, happy birthday to you, boys~!

Small headcanons of mine and the kids:

I took inspiration from one of my little brother’s favourite pullovers, as I see Lou being mostly about owning clothes/hoodies of all the coolest and most popular brands (I actually made myself jealous while drawing Louie’s hoodie...). Not only is he the smallest of the triplets, he’s a little chubbier as well because this little guy can be really lazy when wants to be. Though he really hates it when Dewey holds those two things over his head. Also, since the Christmas episode, I envision him looking like a smaller version of Donald (so I drew him the same way as I did Donald).

Dewey is the wild child. Not being able to sit still for more than 10 minutes straight, he always has to move around and do something. Unlike Lou, Dewey doesn’t care about the newest in & outs. No, he rather prefers clothes that are comfortable, and which allow him to move around freely and get dirty. By the end of most days, he manages to make a wild mess of his feathers, resulting in Donald preening him on a nearly daily basis (not that he is complaining. He not so secretly enjoys preening his boys. Dewey on the other hand..... too much sitting around with a patience he doesn’t have). Takes a lot after his mother.

Huey being the more mature brother that he is, likes to look more orderly and presentable, yet nothing too fancy. So, polo shirts for him. While he does have expensive brands (courtesy of Uncle Scrooge) he prefers to wear the simpler ones during the day. His cap is a must though (as the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook states: warm hat = warm thoughts). He’s the tallest of the three, and he soft and fluffy. I headcanon that he comes most after their father, appearance and maybe even personality wise. He is also a mother hen (especially around Louie) and actually enjoys helping his uncle around the household (lists! So many lists that he can make!).

Webby takes more after Dewey in terms of clothing preferences, though she does like it when it looks cute (Who says a badass girl who beats up goons on a regular basis can’t like cute things?). Younger than the triplets by a few months. The honorary and unofficially adopted fourth nephew of the Duck/McDuck family. Everyone knows how she idolises Scrooge, yet, while she had mentioned it briefly, no one of the triplets actually knows that she idolises Donald just as much (if not a little more), both for his past adventures with Scrooge and for how he cares for his boys so lovingly. She cherishes each moment she shares with her broken yet very loving family, her ohana. (*gasp* crossover reference)

#huey dewey and louie #huey duck #dewey duck #louie duck #webby vanderquack #ducktales #my art

[zukoromantic]

Late Secret Santa 2018

So I am technically a week too late with this, but better late than never... right??

MY SINCEREST APOLOGIES!!!

This is for the DuckTales secret santa thing and I got @im-sacred67 !! (They seem like a really cool person, I hope you have a merry christmas my friend uwu!) Along with a couple of other things they enhoy the Webby x Lena which is mY JAM so here we go.

So at this point Webby and ONLY Webby knows that Lena is her shadow. I went for that as I didn't want to fill this thing with my angsty headcanons, I figured that wouldn't make for a nice tone as a gift. SO HERE WE GO I GUESS??I hope you somehow enjoy this, whoops

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"Webby, that's... still not actually how you're supposed to do it, I told you." Huey cringed at the sight of Webby landing safely in front of him after decorating the giant Christmas tree in a way that others would have considered 'dangerous'.

Dewey who had been hanging some candy canes on the lower branches of the tree took a few steps back until he was standing next to his brother. He took a look at their work. "I think it looks awesome", was all he commented.

One look at Huey made Webby be able to tell he was more than ready to contradict that statement. Before even being able to open his bill however, Donald approached from behind and wrapped his arms around the two of the trio.

"Ooh", he started, "we're not gonna fight on Christmas day. I think the tree looks-", he paused for a second. "Um, very pretty!"

Webby had to supress a grin at Huey rolling his eyes.

"Don't be so down, Hubert. There is no wrong way to get Christmas spirit into the house. Or - the mansion I guess."

In that moment the door was being opened in a loud manner.

"Hey everyone!"

"Hey Launchpad!", Dewey greeted him back.

"The tree's looking great once again!", the pilot said.

Webby watched as everyone started talking and chatting about this special gathering. She decided this was the perfect time to withdraw from the group. "I'm, uh, gonna go", she said, knowing nobody noticed anyway during the mess that their talking seemed like.

Without anyone following her she went upstairs to her room. Once she had entered she locked the door and breathed out in relief.

As she took a few steps forward she made sure to keep an eye on her shadow until the light was behind her in a way that made it appear on the wall in front of her.

"Lena?"

No response.

"Lena", Webby said now with more certainty. "I know you can hear me."

She watched as her own shadow started to change its figure and turned into the silhouette of her best friend. It wasn't an unfamiliar sight by now yet it still never failed to amaze her.

Even when she started to speak it gave Webby a weird feeling. "What is it?", she asked, slight anger in het voice.

"Lena, do you really not want to celebrate Christmas with us? It's gonna be so much fun, I promise!"

Lena sighed. "Webby, I really don't. You know I never celebrated Christmas before and I don't want to make everything awkward. Besides, do you think now is the right time to tell everyone that the shadow of your uncle's greatest enemy is still around? In... in a way at least..."

A frown formed upon Webby's face. So far Lena had not wanted to tell anyone that she was still present. She had said that she didn't want to upset anyone. At least not yet. Webby knew that was stupid and still she had to respect her best friend's decision. However that did not mean she couldn't try and talk her into reason.

"But it's so magical!", she insisted. The Duck family had seen more questionable things during their adventures, an old friend returning would not spoil the mood, she was convinced. Celebrating without the whole family present - or at least as present as could be - did not feel right. Lena was a part of the family, despite what she thought.

"I believe you... I just don't feel like it, okay?"

Even by the few features that her friend had been left with Webby could see the sadness on her face. She sighed in defeat. What was the point? She wasn't going to convince Lena any time soon. And even if she could she didn't want to force her friend into doing something that she didn't feel well about. She sat down onto the red carpet of her room and just stared at the ground. "I guess I just really want you to have fun again. You know, like back before the whole Magica-taking-over-thing."

"What?", Lena asked, judging by her voice a bit shocked. "No, no, I am having fun, believe me! Don't worry about me!"

Webby raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Because being trapped in the two-dimensional world of shadows without interacting with anyone is so much fun?"

"I am interacting. With you. Remember? Besides, do you have any idea how terrible it was to constantly have aunt Magica - I mean, Magica at your throat? I wasn't free either back then, I constantly had the pressure of listening to every single stupid word she said. Now I can hang out with you and don't have to worry about her anymore in any way. It's like a vacation to be honest."

Though even the motivating look on Lena's face couldn't quite bring Webby to smile. "But - wouldn't you rather spend your time with your family? And I'm not talking about Magica. I mean the family you actually belong to. You know, us."

"You know, you keep saying I'm a part of the family. What makes you even say that? What do I even have to do with all of you in your eyes? I mean, yes the triplets are nice and I did talk to Scrooge and your grandma a bit, but - the only person I'm actually, you know, close to, is..." Lena didn't finish her sentence. She looked away. Webby wasn't sure if shadows could cry. But if they could, she was pretty sure Lena was close to it. The sadness, almost fear, in her eyes made Webby feel a stabbing pain in her chest. Lena really thought she did not fit into this family. This huge crazy family. With nephews, housekeepers and butlers. With pilots slash drivers and granddaughters of employees. Why wouldn't someone who saved all of them from certain doom and - more importantly - a close friend who meant a lot to them not have a place in this? Why couldn't Lena see that? Why didn't she see how amazing and special she really was?

"You know what?", Webby asked. "If you don't want to celebrate Christmas with a big family, then let's just spend a little more time together now. Just the two of us. You are supposed to celebrate Christmas with the people you love the most after all." As soon as those last words left Webby's bill she felt her cheeks blushing a little. She wasn't even exactly sure why.

"But isn't everyone going to wonder where you are?", Lena asled with an undertone of slight disbelief.

"Don't worry, I'm sure we still have some time. They're quite the crowd so I don't think they'll realize I'm gone too soon. Besides we were only planning to eat dinner in, like, 45 minutes."

Lena gave it a short chuckle. A sound that made Webby's heart jump. "What's so funny?", she wanted to know, grinning already.

"Oh, nothing special. This only reminded me of our first meeting. When we ruined Ma Beagle's birthday and the triplets came looking for you because you weren't at the beach anymore. They were totally freaking out at the playground."

Webby couldn't help but laugh too. "Pfft, yeah, that was fun."

As quickly as the joy had found its way into Lena's eyes however, it left them again already. "We were always having fun. Before I met you, I didn't even know what 'having fun' actually meant." She chuckled again. "Sorry, I'm being super cheesy right now."

Webby looked into her eyes. "It's okay", she said, moving a bit closer to the wall that the silhouette of her friend could be seen on.

A few seconds they just sat there, looking into each other's eyes. Webby fully took the moment in.

"Lena?", she broke the silence.

"Yeah?"

"I miss you. I miss you a lot." Webby felt like she was close to tearing up. It was true. She missed her friend so much it hurt. She missed her everyday. Every time she saw the triplets having a good time, every time she was having a good time herself. It always reminded her of how Lena couldn't be having such a good time along side her. It just didn't feel right. If they were supposed to be a team how could she be having fun while Lena was trapped on walls and floors, only catching a glimpse of this world's beauty and colors. It wasn't fair. She wished she could just tell uncle Scrooge and they would all find a solution together. After all, as one of the most famous adventurers of all time - and probably the oldest duck in the world - he had to be able to figure something out. If only Lena would let them.

"You don't have to miss me. I'm right here, remember? Actually, as your shadow, we're now closer than ever. No reason to be down", Lena was trying to cheer her up.

"I know. But you're not really... You know, actually here." Webby placed her right hand on the wall next to the image of her friend. A compassionate look on her face, Lena slowly put her own hand in that spot. It might have been her imagination but Webby was sure she could feel the hand touching her own.

"Trust me, I am here. And I mean - I'm more than honored to be your shadow."

Webby was going to smile at the comment, but she just couldn't. Not the loving words could fill the slight feeling of emptiness inside her chest. She knew it was ridiculous. Lena was right after all. She was around. Webby didn't actually need to miss her. Yet she just couldn't help but feel sad. "I do believe you", she said. "I just wish you could be here. You know. Like for a hug."

Lena startled back at that last sentence and what had felt like her hand before was now nothing more than the cold wall. As a slight wave of disappointment overcame her, Webby removed her hand from the spot as well.

"I guess", Lena said and Webby wasn't sure but she felt like what she saw in her eyes now was guilt. Guilt? Because of what? Because of Webby? Did she feel bad for her now? That wasn't how things were supposed to be. Lena was the one who needed her life back, not her. After a split second however her expression changed into a slightly more positive look. "You know... I suppose tomorrow or whenever this whole Christmas thing is wrapped up, we could, I don't know, tell Scrooge about - this whole thing. If you want to that is."

Webby gasped in excitement. Though she was suspicious as to whether Lena was just saying this out of guilt or not. "You mean it?"

"Well, you probably do have a point, don't you? I mean maybe the old man can do something after all." She began to smile while she was speaking these words. But it wasn't a forced smile that was only trying to reassure Webby. Ahe knew that smile well. This was a true smile, she could tell. And it was this moment that made her be certain that Lena was not saying this simply out of guilt. She wasn't entirely sure what that look in her friend's eyes was however. If she had to choose she would have said it was hope. Hope that perhaps she would be able to actually be around again. Not just as a shadow but as a whole being. As herself.

Webby was overcome with such a sudden wave of joy, she would have hugged Lena if it had not been for the circumstances making it quite difficult.

"You won't regret it, I promise!"

"Let's hope so." And there she was again. There was the Lena that Webby knew. Not as sad, not as scared, not as sorry. Just Lena. The sassy girl who always managed to be cool and would always be able to think of a clever come-back to anything under any circumstances. Webby could not supress a grin. That was the Lena she wanted to see again, the Lena that she hoped she was going to see more often from now on. Once she regained her physical form everything would be fine like it used to be, except better. They could go back to going on their little adventures together and Lena would finally have a family. One that actually cared about her. One that made her feel home. With all those thoughts, Webby was almost sure she cared about Lena more than she herself did. Well somebody had to.

"So, I believe you should be heading back to the others then. We don't want them worrying too much again, do we?"

"You're probably right..."

It was hard for Webby to loose her gaze from her friend, but eventually she managed to step towards the door. Before unlocking it she gave Lena one last look. She smiled.

"Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas to you too."

After she had opened the door and exited her room she checked if her friend was still there. But as she looked she had to realize that her shadow had gone back to its usual shape. There was no Lena. Just the result of the light not being able to enlighten the space behind her. It was funny to think about, considering she knew how much more to her shadow there really was. At least for now. If she was right, uncle Scrooge would know - or somehow find - a way to get Lena back her physical form. And if there was anything she was certain about as of this moment, it was that things would somehow work out. They would find a way. As family. After all, that's what they always did. That was just a fact.

Merry Christmas!!

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