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zacharyslostrose · 9 months
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Buddies!
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Tried a new style because I still haven't found my fav one so it changed like every pic lmao but maybe I'll stick with this one it looks very cool
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HAPPY LET'SGETDANGEROUSVERSARY TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT
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I love them, your honor
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adventure-2-battle · 1 year
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Ducktales! Whoo-oo!! Yippee!
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[Img ID: First Image: Lena Sabrewing, from Ducktales. Slight redesign, her feathers are slightly purple, she's wearing black makeup under her eye, has short tufts of feathers on the side of her head, and her hair is dyed blue and pink. She also wears a black fingerless glove, and a spiked choker. She's holding her hand in a peace sign.
Second Image: Drake Mallard, Launchpad McQuack, and Gosalyn Waddlemeyer-Mallard-McQuack. They're at a convention, Drake in his Darkwing get-up, Launchpad dressed as his 80-90s counterpart, and Gosalyn in an updated Quiverwing Quack costume. Gos is sitting on Launchpad's shoulder, and Drake is waving excitedly and tugging on LP's jacket. Launchpad is smiling at Gos.
Third Image: Launchpad McQuack and Darkwing Duck. Darkwing's jaw is hanging open in surprise and Launchpad is awkwardly startled next to him. They're both looking to something off camera. Darkwing's shoulders hang low, and Launchpad's hand is resting on one of them. End ID.]
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writebackatya · 2 years
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Me and the Bad Bitch I Pulled By Being Autistic
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Plot twist: Everyone is the bad bitch and the autistic one cause this is DuckTales, bitch!
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thezoe611 · 6 months
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Do Fenton and Drake ever become friends yet? Have they found each other’s secret identities?
Well, if we take the comics into account, Drake discovers who Gizmoduck is (that's why I put it like that in Unstoppable^^') Now, whether they are friends or not… I like to think that Fenton considers Drake a good friend and a hero who still has a lot to learn from him… Drake, on the other hand, doesn't hate him, but he is still a competitor to get the title of best hero (something that Gizmo usually has in the newspapers, followed by Gosalyn - I like to think that she is considered the number 2 hero, sorry DW ^^'-) And although he doesn't say it, Drake considers Fenton a good friend… the problem is that he is Gizmoduck ^^'
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gravityfallsweirdgirl · 8 months
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Redraw that same scene form yesterday
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azural83 · 1 year
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Ok seriously are we going to get any sort of news about the darkwing duck reboot disney announced YEARS AGO or...?
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fruityducks · 2 years
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Gosalyn Mallard :)
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mighty-ant · 1 year
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darkwarrior rises, part two
part one
One week ago
Friday is Gosalyn’s favorite day of the week. Partly because it means she has two school-free days to look forward to. Partly because it means she can put off doing homework for those aforementioned two days and can stay up raiding the Cyber Citadel with Huey or joining Boyd for a sleepover at the McDucks. 
But mostly, Friday’s are her favorite because that's when she gets to join Drake on patrol. 
Barring any word ending disasters, he takes his no-crime-fighting-on-school-nights rule seriously, but when Fridays do come around, he’s always excited to have her join him and doesn’t really try to hide it. Weeks of training, testing new trick arrows, and getting comfortable in her Quiverwing Quack suit, all pay off for three nights a week (two, when they join the Cabreras for their monthly Sunday dinner). 
Crime’s returned to St. Canard in the six months since the Fearsome Four came to life and wreaked havoc through the city. What was first a trickle, muggings and break-ins here and there, has turned into a deluge of superpowered villainy, enterprising FOWL agents, and good old fashioned crime syndicates. Which means that in the case of crime-fighters like themselves, they’re kept pretty busy. 
“It was just a matter of time,” Drake said once while posing dramatically on a rooftop, the moon a thin, pale crescent behind him. “This city is rotten to the core, always has been, and that perfidious putrefaction is finally coming to light. Like vultures to the feast, they’re back to get fat off the spoils.” He hastened to add: “Not that Mayor Owlson’s community-driven crime prevention hasn’t helped people! But it won’t do much good to stop Steelbeak from stealing the world’s oceans or what have you.”
Drake and Launchpad are waiting for her when the bus drops her off at home, a welcome surprise. It’s not like Launchpad doesn’t already join Drake on most patrols and practically live in the apartment with them (he stays on the couch as far as Gosalyn can tell, but she suspects he moves to Drake’s bedroom once she leaves for school), but last she heard he was joining McDuck & Co. on a trip through the Australian outback. 
“I’ve entered the Dreamtime and battled my innermost self like four times already,” Launchpad remarks as he moves around their kitchen with easy familiarity, setting a plate of grilled cheese sandwiches in front of her to eat before patrol. “Besides, I’d much rather battle bad guys with you two!”
 And the thing is, Gosalyn knows he means that. 
More and more, he ditches the McDucks and their globe-trotting, magical adventures to get beat up with Drake on patrol and stay up watching movies with her. And Gosalyn knows this because whenever they visit the McDucks, everyone acts like they haven’t seen Launchpad in years . Scrooge welcomes him like a son, Della will invariably trap him in a headlock, Uncle Donald will ask how he’s been, and Webby and the triplets usually tackle him on sight. Beakley narrows her eyes at him and asks if he’s been eating enough, and when he laughs she’ll often throw a training punch at his head to make sure he can still block it to her liking. 
Launchpad is choosing her and Drake over them in a way Gosalyn’s never known, and it overwhelms her sometimes, knowing that. She’s never been anyone’s first choice before.  Her whole life she’s been foisted on people, or dropped into their lives without their say-so.
When her parents died before she could remember what they looked like, Grandpa had no choice but to take her in or let the foster system chew her up and spit her out. Not to say that Grandpa wasn’t the best, because he was. He never made her feel like he was obligated to raise her, or like he could’ve been doing better things with his life. She knows he loves her. But he didn’t ask to raise another kid when he was already in his sixties, and sometimes he’d watch her with glassy eyes and she knew he was seeing the shadow of her mom in her place. 
When Grandpa left and never came back, she was dropped into Mrs. Cavanaugh’s group home among half a dozen other hungry mouthed, surly teens like her. The night she finally ran away was the same night she ran smack into Launchpad and Drake. 
But Drake asked her to stay. Drake, who had no reason to care once the Ramrod was destroyed and no further obligation to her, asked to be crime-fighting partners the same way he asked if he could foster her, sincere in his halting and nervous way. And she knows by now that Drake is a terrible liar. 
“There’s a smuggling ring operating out of Old St. Canard,” Drake says, spreading a blueprint across the kitchen table. He brushes aside a few crumbs from her grilled cheese, giving her a chiding look that she pretends not to see. “We’ve tracked their shipments to this warehouse near the wharf. WANDA could only find physical copies of the building layout, but they should still be reliable.” 
Launchpad places a cup of tea by Drake’s elbow, out of range of the blueprint and his usual clumsiness (they’re trying to cut his coffee intake, with limited success). “What’re they smuggling?” 
Drake takes Launchpad’s hand before he can completely pull away, squeezing it once in gratitude before he picks up the tea. 
“Lots of different things,” he answers. “Exotic animals, stolen Moonlander gold, maybe even weapons. Tonight, they’ll have everything under one roof so it’s imperative that we hit them now and we hit them hard.” Drake takes a sip of tea and points at what looks like a skylight on the blueprints. “I’ll come in through the roof with my usual song and dance. Intel on their numbers is sketchy, I’d clock them at fifteen or so, so Launchpad you’ll be coming in through this side entrance here and staying low until we have a better idea. And Gos—”
Gosalyn munches noisily on the last of her grilled cheese. “Let me guess, stay up high, stay out of sight, and get my Robin Hood on?”
“Took the words right outta my beak, Mr. Hood,” Drake says, ruffling her bangs in the way he knows she can’t stand. He laughs when she swats him away. “There’s a catwalk that runs right under the skylight, so you’ll come in with me. You’ll be our eyes in the sky. That’s your main job. Use your arrows sparingly so you don’t draw attention to yourself.”
“Yeah, yeah, I get,” Gosalyn drawls. “Now is it time to get dangerous?”
Drake rolls the blueprints back up, sharing a meaningful glance with Launchpad beside him. At Launchpad’s thumbs-up, he grins. “It’s time.”
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Now 
There’s a flash of red light, a sudden flare in an otherwise black void. Gosalyn dives backward, in freefall, unable to control the movement of her limbs as she goes. 
She’s falling—
—until she stops, landing with a hard thud like she’s just fallen out of bed (if her bed were five feet off the ground). 
She can’t react quick enough to roll and absorb the shock, so the breath is punched out of her lungs at the unexpected impact. Panic is at the forefront of her mind as she struggles to regain her breathing, willing herself to focus past the pain, like Drake always does. 
Safe behind the comforting darkness of her closed eyelids, Gosalyn takes stock of herself like Launchpad taught her to do after a bad crash. She thinks a collapsing interdimensional portal should qualify. 
So she wiggles her webbed toes, opens and tightly clenches her fists, making sure every extremity is attached and intact. When Gosalyn opens her eyes, the distant curved, concrete ceiling of Dr. Gearloose’s lab swims into view. 
More insistent is the headache hammering away in the center of her forehead, pulsing through her in sync with her heartbeat, like her body’s just one giant bruise. She closes her eyes with a groan. Great. 
Her one saving grace is that it doesn’t feel like a concussion–her first and only was near the end of a winning match, when a sore loser slammed her into one of the half boards. She woke up seconds later, nauseous and dazed, to find Drake’s worried face above her, having literally fought his way down the stands to get to her. 
This time, she must’ve gotten knocked out by the force of the Super-Collider exploding or overloading or whatever it was that went wrong.
Grandpa! 
She saw him in the eye of the portal, Gosalyn recalls with sudden, guilty clarity. She’s positive. Or, 87% positive. What happened to him when the portal collapsed? What if he got hurt? What if he’s more lost than ever? 
They need to figure out what went wrong and get started on a new Super-Collider as soon as possible. This time, Gosalyn will move into the lab if necessary. No more messing around and playing superhero with Drake. 
She forces her eyes open for good this time and struggles to push herself up off the ground. It strikes her as strange (and frightening and wrong ) that Drake and Launchpad aren’t already in her face, urging to stay down, asking her how she feels, taking her hand and smiling to try and disguise the deep, worried lines around their eyes. 
Drake should be chewing out Fenton and Gyro for almost getting her killed while Launchpad tries to distract her and check for signs of a concussion. Fenton would be spluttering profuse apologies at a hundred miles an hour while Gyro blames her for getting too close to his latest genius invention. 
But she doesn’t hear any of that. 
Gosalyn’s heartbeat is loud in her ears, the only thing she can hear. Even the ocean on the other side of the windows is silent, muted by the thick layers of polycarbonate material. 
But maybe everyone else got knocked out, too. That would go a long way toward soothing her pride, and explain why neither Drake or Launchpad are fluttering over her, panicking about traumatic brain injury. 
Once she’s sitting up, and the room stops spinning, Gosalyn realizes she’s alone and that something’s very, very wrong. 
The Super-Collider has dominated one of the lab’s main platforms for three months now. It’s where they conducted all of their tests, including today’s. It’s where Gosalyn had been standing, right next to Drake and Launchpad. 
That’s not where she woke up, though. 
It looks like she’s in some far-flung corner of the lab, where boxes of supplies tower over her in careful rows, tables and equipment are covered with protective tarps, and only every third overhead fluorescent is on, casting her surroundings into shadow. The only real source of light is through the thick windows looking out into the bay, where the rays of sunlight that slip through the ocean’s surface cast pale blue, flickering shadows on the walls and floor. 
She has no idea how she got here. She doesn't think she’s even been in this part of the lab before. 
“H…hello?” Gosalyn calls, for lack of anything else to do. Her mind still feels muddled, and her confusion isn’t helping the situation any. 
But her voice just echoes back to her off the high ceiling, and the lab rings heavily with silence in the wake of her call. 
Gosalyn tries to think back to the moment before the rift went haywire and blinded her with the red light of her nightmares all over again, red like she never saw red. Could they have been attacked? Steelbeak and FOWL know about the Ramrod. Maybe their spies caught wind of the Super-Collider test? If Drake weren’t checking every week that Bulba was still locked up in SHUSH maximum security, Gosalyn might even suspect him of somehow screwing with the Super-Collider, making sure his former partner and “best friend” stayed lost. 
If there had been a villain attack and she got knocked out, it makes sense that Drake would hide her away from the action. But the lab is silent as ever, no sight or sound of a fight at all. 
And Drake would never leave her alone. 
Finding her legs, she grips the edge of a nearby table and pulls herself to her feet. The lab is no less barren once she’s able to see more of it, but at least the worst of her disorientation has faded.
She reaches into her pocket, pulling out her phone. Maybe something horrible is happening topside and Drake had to leave her behind while they all left to deal with it. It seems a little uncharacteristic of Gyro to run toward danger, though, especially when there are three perfectly good heroes to do it for him. 
Her phone is a bust. 
She has no signal, and nothing will load on any webpage or app. When she tries Drake’s and Launchpad’s numbers neither call will even go through. Her phone doesn’t even make a sound before the call drops. 
She growls in frustration, lashing out at the nearest tower of boxes with a kick. The topmost box shudders but doesn’t fall, though a few metal tools go clattering to the floor. 
As the metallic tinkling trails off, Gosalyn realizes she hears a voice coming from the other end of the lab. 
“...be right back, I just got a security alert. No, it’s coming from Storage Bay B. I’m already detecting a heat signature. Non-magical, yeah.”
The voice isn't exactly familiar, but it has a wry sort of inflection that makes Gosalyn less hesitant to call out to it. That, and the fact that it belongs to the first person she’ll have seen since she woke up. 
“Hello?” Gosalyn shouts again. “Who’s there?” She crouches, picking up one of the bigger wrenches that fell out of the box she kicked. She’d arm herself with her crossbow if someone hadn’t confiscated it from her when she was grounded last week. 
“Oh! Hello!” the voice responds, pleasantly surprised. “I work here, don’t worry.” They lower their voice again, like they’re talking into a radio. “False alarm, Fenton. It sounds like a kid. They must’ve gotten separated from their tour group or something.” Calling out to her again, growing louder as they get closer, they say, “Hey there! Are you lost?”
Fenton! Thank god. Whoever this guy is, if they’re talking to Fenton, they’re probably one of the good guys. An intern, maybe? Although she’s certain she would’ve heard Gyro complaining about a new hire before today. 
“Uh, yeah, I’m pretty lost.” Gosalyn fingers the wrench behind her back, tracking exit points around her. She needs help, sure, but she’s not gonna be stupid about this. Admitting to strangers that you’re lost is Survival No-No: 101 but it’s not like she’s got much choice right now. Worst comes to worst, she can bust the guy’s kneecap with her wrench and book it for the elevator. 
“I getcha. This place can seem like a maze if you’re not used to it. I know when I first visited, I had to draw up a map in my JWG—”
The owner of the voice, a white-feathered duck, rounds the corner, only to immediately stagger to a stop. Though he’d been speaking casually, he cuts himself off mid-sentence once he sees her, eyes wide in a rapidly paling face. 
Gosalyn stares right back at him, familiarity at war with her confusion. 
While his voice is unfamiliar she knows his face. She’d know his face anywhere. And not just from all the sleepovers at the mansion and the occasional adventure. 
“Uncle Donald?” she blurts before she can help herself.  
Six month ago, the Ramrod was still a smoldering wreck ten stories up and they were sitting on the lawn outside McDuck Labs, awash in spinning police lights with Drake’s cape around her shoulders (he was still just Darkwing then) and Launchpad’s hand on her back, rubbing gentle circles when her chest would go tight again and dry sobs cracked through her ribs, all of her tears already spent. 
The kids, Dewey and his brothers (triplets, who would’ve guessed), were clustered together under one big ambulance blanket, until they’re attacked by a mob of people that break through the press, police line and, though Gosalyn didn’t know it, barricade of SHUSH agents. There was a lady with a kickass-looking robot leg, a girl with a pink bow in her hair, and a guy in a sailor suit who spoke in warbles, and they descended on the triplets with laughter, tears, and frantic hugs. 
Dewey untangled himself from the dogpile long enough to cling to the arm of the sailor-suit guy, dragging him over to where Gosalyn had been watching them with poorly veiled nosiness. She’s never been part of a big family before. It was always just her and Grandpa. Now it’s just her. 
“Hey, Gos,” Dewey piped up, looking tired and a little bruised but still smiling a hundred watt grin because she was his first friend who met him as himself first, instead of one of a set. “This is my Uncle Donald. Uncle Donald, meet Gos! She has a crossbow, y’know. In case you need ideas for birthday gifts.” 
Uncle Donald, looking bemused and not a little ragged, still bends down to greet her properly, and Gosalyn was struck by something Launchpad had said. 
An adventure family. And its most important member: the uncle. 
(‘Uncle Donald’ sounds right in a way that ‘Uncle Launchpad’ never did. He’s not Gosalyn’s uncle, he’s–well he’s Launchpad . He’s comforting silences and orange buttermilk pancakes on Saturday afternoons and the entire cheering section at her hockey games—)
This stranger has Uncle Donald’s face, but at the same time, it’s not him.
He still hasn’t moved, giving her plenty of time to stare him up and down. He definitely looks like Uncle Donald, if Uncle Donald were twenty years younger. His shoulders are broader, and he’s wearing a red sweater vest over a collared shirt instead of a sailor suit. And he has on a red baseball hat. 
He’s also staring at her, looking like he’s gonna pass out.
“Um,” she wraps both hands around the wrench at her back, palms slick with sweat. This stranger with Uncle Donald’s face is watching her like he’s afraid she’s gonna attack him , not the other way around. She risks a glance over her shoulder to make sure there isn’t, like, an unholy specter floating behind her or something. With Duckburg, you never know. “Do I know—”
He opens his beak, but no sound comes out. Gosalyn stops speaking anyway, watching him try to form words twice more. His voice shakes, breaks , nothing like the casual cool he’d spoken with mere moments ago.
“Why are you here? Why-why now ?”
It’s a weird question, one she doesn’t completely understand. It’s as confusing as the rest of this. But she tries to explain herself anyway because she doesn’t know what else to do . 
“Well, I was just with Darkwing and Launchpad—” the stranger makes a noise like he’s been punched in the gut but doesn’t stop her “—and Fenton and Gyro, y’know, testing the Super-Collider. But now I can’t find anyone and the Super-Collider’s just, gone , and–and who the heck even are you?”
“This isn’t possible,” the duck in the red hat mutters under his breath, like he didn’t even hear her. Or like he very much did. “It shouldn’t–it can’t be. The Solego Circuit was destroyed, we double–no, triple-checked–and I burned the entry in Finch’s journal. Last I checked, the odds of trans-dimensional travel are one million eight thousand three hundred twenty to one… ”
The rambling strikes a deeply familiar, deeply frightening chord in Gosalyn. It grows, like a shard of ice expanding outward, freezing everything in her gut. She’s heard it enough times while playing Legends of Legend Quest, endlessly debating smashing grindhoppers versus battling the goblin lord in the next village over. 
She looks at the red hat again. 
It couldn’t be. It can’t. It makes no sense. 
“Huey?” Gosalyn whispers. 
The older duck flinches but doesn’t respond. He raises his arm in front of him, and she realizes then that he’s wearing a gauntlet that resembles the Gizmosuit armor, but red. A holographic screen appears over his forearm and he keys in something that makes it whir and beep. A scanner. She’s being scanned. 
Whatever the results are, he looks even more stricken to receive them. He types in the same order. The gauntlet makes the same noise. 
“Wha-what are you doing?” Gosalyn demands, less bravely than she’d like. 
“One million eight thousand three hundred twenty to one,” he mutters. In a flash, he raises a hand to his ear, voice tight with panic he doesn’t try to hide. “F-Fenton. Fenton, get down here now!” 
It’s the work of less than a minute for a hatch to spiral open in the ceiling, leading up into a wide, dark tunnel, which definitely didn’t exist last time she checked. Gosalyn jumps back as Gizmoduck soars out of the hatch, rocket boosters blazing, to land between her and the duck in the red hat. 
 She should feel relieved to see Fenton. But the Gimzosuit isn’t the one she recognizes. This one’s little sleeker, a little more high tech. Like the red gauntlet. 
“Huey!” Gizmoduck says, making Gosalyn’s heart trip, her chest tighten. She was right . But how? How could she be right? “What is it? What’s the matter?” 
And the Gizmosuit, it just breaks apart . Like it’s dissolving, piece by piece at a rapid pace, folding back to reveal Fenton. Distantly, Gosalyn tracks the suit folding into a bracer on Fenton’s wrist—nanotechnology, it has to be. But nanotech is nowhere near that advanced. Not for another ten years at least. 
And Fenton–Fenton looks different . His hair is longer, hanging by his jaw, still looking like he got in a fight with his hairbrush and lost. He has on a dark purple sweater over his shirt and tie. And he’s older . There are lines around his eyes that weren’t there half an hour ago, crows feet and deep smile lines. There’s a scar under his eye that wasn’t there before.  
Before Huey (somehow all grown up, twice as tall as her when she boasted 3 inches over him just yesterday) can respond, Fenton takes in their corner of the lab at a glance. His gaze flickers once over Gosalyn before moving away, to the windows behind her, with familiar superhero speed. 
She sees the exact moment realization hits, freezing him in place. Fenton does a double-take, looking at Gosalyn with too-wide eyes. 
“Oh.” 
He doesn’t seem to be breathing as he reaches for the bracer on his other arm, gripping his wrist so hard that his knuckles go white. 
“Oh, hermanita,” he murmurs, almost too quiet to hear. His eyes are shiny, and the grief in his voice terrifies Gosalyn. 
Beside him, Huey is a blur of motion, consulting various holographic screens and typing away madly on others. It’s so quintessentially Huey of him to get his act together and leap into finding a solution the minute someone else is in distress, and it would almost be reassuring if it weren’t another glaring reminder that everything is wrong . 
“Fenton!” he barks sharply, professional in a way that’s familiar but oh so alien. “I’m not detecting a single molecule of ectoplasmic energy.”
Fenton turns his head toward Huey but he doesn’t look away from Gosalyn. Like he’s afraid she’ll disappear if she does. 
“Okay.” he swallows thickly. “What-what about Dark–”
“My scanners aren’t picking up a hint of supernatural influence, not Dark magic or any other sort of spellwork. There are no transmissions coming in or out of here that haven’t already been accounted for. She’s not a trick or a hologram. Check for yourself! She has a heat signature, a heartbeat!” Huey rattles off, undeterred, before he begins to falter. “But Fenton…Fenton I am detecting residual amounts of tachyon energy around her. And…she mentioned the Super-Collider.”
Tachyon energy. Gosalyn knows what that means. Knows, and vehemently denies it. 
That’s enough to get Fenton to tear his gaze away from Gosalyn and gape at Huey. “How is that possible?” he demands. “The Super-Collider was torn apart. It’s been sitting in the vault; we’d know if someone rebuilt and activated it!”
“You never activated it, but maybe another you did . That’s how it works, right?”
“In theory.” 
Huey scoffs. “Well, the theory just became applied, and she’s standing right in front of us. We have to call Gyro,” he says, in that tone reminiscent of Uncle Donald’s, the one that brooks no argument. “His notes won’t be enough.”
“He barely left on vacation with Boyd,” Fenton protests weakly. “You know how long it took to convince him to take a break.”
Huey frowns harder at him. “We don’t know how long it’ll take to rebuild the Super-Collider and reverse this, if it’s even possible! I have to call Gyro, get him and Boyd back soon as possible. And Dewey, he’d never forgive me if I didn’t tell him.”
Fenton interrupts before Huey can really get on a roll,  his own anxiety dulled in the face of Huey’s. It’s all so familiar it makes Gosalyn feel sick. 
“One thing at a time, Hue. Isn’t Dewey flying through the Bermuda Trapezoid right now? How about you just focus on getting ahold of–”
“Launchpad,” Huey blurts. 
Gosalyn’s heart leaps before she can help herself, the breath catching in her lungs. She looks around wildly, forgetting discretion, that’s how desperate she is for the stability of Launchpad’s casual confidence, his all-encompassing hugs.
But they’re still alone in the lab. After all, what was she expecting to find? Launchpad hiding behind the box of tesla coils?
Meanwhile, Huey and Fenton continue to ignore her but this time while also sharing twin expressions of dismay. 
“I-I have to call Launchpad,” Huey says. “We don’t know–I mean, Drake is–” He stops, looking more horrified, if that’s even possible. 
Fenton reaches up and squeezes Huey’s shoulder. Is he taller than Fenton? “Call them. Launchpad first.”
Huey nods with alacrity, takes a step to presumably do just that, then stops. He looks toward Gosalyn. Toward, not at. She knows he has trouble with eye contact sometimes but this older Huey’s barely even looking in her general direction. 
“Fenton. You’re going to have to tell her.” 
When Fenton pales, losing what little composure he’d regained, and grips his bracer again, Huey pins him in place with a red-rimmed glare. When had he started to cry? 
“Do you want Launchpad to have to do it?” Huey demands with blunt authority, like she’s never heard him speak to Fenton. 
Unbidden, a memory of Drake surges to the forefront of her mind. Of him stopping her from following him into a burning building to help the people still trapped inside. Drake’s hand was on her shoulder, holding her back, and he stared down at her hard with eyes that burned as much as the flames behind him. 
“Stay and help out here,” he’d ordered, his voice as sharp and as unbreakable as shards of black diamond, a voice that Gosalyn had never heard before. It was his Superhero voice, only to be deployed with the crap really hit the fan. It was one of only a few times Gosalyn had followed one of his instructions without question or deviation. 
Fenton is similarly affected by Huey’s deployment of the Superhero voice, judging by his nod and fragile smile.  
Huey risks another glance in her direction before he turns. He turns and runs away from Gosalyn. He hadn’t even done that when she was chasing the boys around the yard with a dead snake she’d found on a stick.
Fenton turns, painstakingly, back to her and pastes an entirely fake-looking smile on his face. “I-I’m sorry. We’re being pretty rude, huh?”
“Fenton,” Gosalyn bites out, after what feels like a small eternity. Her hands are sweaty and shaking around the wrench she’s still hiding behind her back, useless and heavy. “What the hell is going on?”  
Fenton is the world’s biggest hypocrite, capable of swearing up a storm and still chiding her for bad language. But this time he just laughs, a broken burst of sound that seems to surprise him.
“Sorry, I’m sorry.” He walks over to the nearby window, where boxed up equipment is piled on top of tarp-covered tables. He starts clearing space, placing boxes down and to the side. “Gosalyn, you...Can you tell me how you got here?” he asks, not looking up at her. Dust motes swirl in the pale light glimmering through the ocean’s surface. 
A heavy feeling, not unlike dread but more potent, settles over her like two heavy hands pressing down on her shoulders. She lets her hand holding the wrench drop as she moves closer to him, taking a seat on the least fragile looking box. She watches Fenton glance down at the wrench but he doesn’t react at the sight of it. 
“We were testing the Super-Collider for the first time,” she explains woodenly. Fenton should know this. He was just there. “We were gonna finally find my grandpa. And-and I saw him. I know I did.” Her voice breaks, and the next breath she takes shudders . Dropping the wrench on the ground, she crosses her arms over her chest, feeling like she’ll fly apart if she doesn’t hold herself together. “I don’t know what happened after that. Maybe I got too close. But the portal went crazy, knocked me out, and I woke up on the floor here.”
Fenton sits down on the other side of the cluttered table as she talks, leaning forward on his elbows with his hands pressed against his beak. Above his interlocked fingers, his eyes are pained. 
“So the Super-Collider does work. And it sent you here,” he says quietly. In the pale blue glow of the window, the lines of gray in his long hair shine silver. 
Gosalyn makes a show of looking around. The lab is as unchanging as ever. She isn’t even sure if it’s night or day on the surface. She tightens her grip on her sweatshirt. “Uh yeah, where’s ‘here?’”
Her ears are ringing before Fenton even responds, each word laboriously slow, pulled out of him like teeth.
“To our dimension. Here, it’s the year 2035. ”
“How d’you know this is another dimension? Cause it seems like the future to me, with you being old and Huey being…less old.” Falling back onto jokes is easy. Safe. She can almost pretend her heart isn’t slamming against her ribcage, trying to burst out of her chest like something out of a bad B-movie. 
Fenton’s answering smile is sad. She’d be inclined to call it pitying (there’s that old chip on her shoulder, hard at work) but she knows him too well for that. 
“Well, we never activated the Super-Collider in this dimension,” he says. And there’s some of his familiar sass, but it’s not enough to hide how shaken he still is. His hands are trembling and his eyes keep flitting over her face without meeting her eyes. 
Gosalyn shakes her head. “That’s not it. It has something to do with me, doesn’t it? What, am I supervillain in this dimension?” 
She’s aiming for a laugh, something to ease the tension. She’s good at making Fenton laugh, high-pitched and snorting. Gandra made fun of him for ages the first time she heard it. 
Fenton doesn’t laugh this time. He looks gutted, to be honest. 
“What? No! Why would you say that?”
“Seriously?” Gosalyn scoffs. “Cuz the way the two of you look at me, it’s like you’ve seen a ghost.”
The words are innocuous on her tongue, but the moment they leave her beak, plummeting out of the air like stones, she feels impossibly cold, like they wrenched all the heat from her body and left a block of ice in her ribcage instead. Gosalyn isn’t sure her heart’s beating. She can’t even hear her breath. 
This version of Fenton looks older than the one she knows, obviously. Moreso with the scar under his eye. But right then, as his shoulders slump and old grief carves new lines in his face, he looks like he’s aged thirty years instead of the fifteen he claimed.
Fenton looks away, raising a trembling hand to his beak. “I forgot how smart you are,” he murmurs. Gosalyn watches him swallow thickly, gearing himself up to speak. He hasn’t looked at her again. 
“A week and fifteen years ago, our Gosalyn…well, she…she died. She was on—”
“On patrol,” Gosalyn finishes for him, out of some terrible, instinctive understanding. There’s a roaring in her ears, like she’s plummeting off the side of the McDuck Lab building again, even as her feet are firmly planted. 
Fenton’s head jerks up. His eyes are wide when he gapes at her, hope and disbelief mingling on his open face.  “It-it already happened for you?”
Gosalyn feels like she’s gonna be sick. She wishes, like a dumb little kid, that this was all just a bad dream. 
“Yeah,” she hears herself say. “A week ago. Darkwing…Drake saved me.”
Fenton gives her a trembling smile. “Our Darkwing tried.”
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Ducktales characters as (mostly dumb) things I’ve done
Huey: put icing sugar on his chips instead of salt
Dewey: at the end of a performance walked into a box onstage despite three other people walking into it before him. burnt his entire hand becuase he was using a spinney chair next to a lit metal fireplace
Louie: when the table that his friend group sat at was changed for a table half the size and a completely different color helped his others friends convince the last one there that the table had always been that way
Webby: was in a simple fair ground haunted house ride and was having the time of her life. a spooky voice asked from behind her. “hello” and she cheerily said hello back. then the voice asked her if she “was having fun” and yet again chearfully responded with yes. And taking several minutes to realize she was supposed to be scared.
Lena: A person who had been annoying her all day came up to her and said they had new steal cap boots and wanted her to stop on their foot. She no hesitation full force stomped on their foot.
Violet: Convinced someone to eat a unused tea bag.
Gosalyn: was playing air hockey but there where a lot of people so it was ““one loss, to the back of the line” and this one guy was thrashing everyone, he even had two friends with him who looked like lackeys right out of a teen drama. And when it got her turn one of them leaned over to him and said ““oh go easy on her she’s just a little girl”. This angered gosalyn and prompted her to think ““oh I’m gonna destroy this fucker” and as usual played a very aggressive game of air hockey (think bruised fingers of you’re not careful) beat him, and relished in the look of devastation on his face.
Scrooge: brought seven spare top hats in a bag purely to spite Goldie when she would take them
Della: as a kid saved most of her easter chocolate in a tupperware container under her bed “for later” proceded to forget about it until next easter and got sad when Duckworth and scrooge forced her to throw it out
Donald:  slept on the floor because he was mad at scrooge for somthing very petty. It ended up being pointless because Scrooge was already asleep and never found out.
Duckworth: got into an argument with Ms Beakley about wether or not you need to peel mushrooms before using them after watching said person waiting time peeling and placing the “peel” into a bowl. Both of them Called in many, many other people to side with them. Eventually sat and ate the bowl of mushroom ““peel” out of spite (it was actually good tho)
Gyro: keeps forgetting that the cash register springs out fast and keeps getting hit by it.
Fenton: accidentally poured boiling tea in his lap but didn’t want to be rude and interrupt the teacher (who was very friendly and chill) so sat there crying in pain for 5 minutes 
Launchpad: hit himself in the face with a freezer door because it got stuck.
Drake: fell off a bus
feathry: didn’t know where his cat was in the house and nearly searched on google for ““where’s my cat” or ““where’d my cat go” half thinking he’d get a useful answer. Was completely sober at the time just tired and anxious.
Gladstone: spent a solid 2 minutes trying to cut a tomatoe with the blunt side of a knife and not realizing what was wrong and getting frustrated at the knife 
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Gosalyn: Drake can I ride my skateboard outside?
Drake: Whatever kid, I’m not your dad.
Gosalyn: Cool *Runs off with her skateboard*
Drake: *Running after her* WEAR A FUCKING HELMET!
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Today marks the end of the month for National Women History Month. I’d drawn a chibi version of Gosalyn Mallard along with Amy from @abproductions2345
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Darkwing Duck Reboot
Trouble
"Gos, when I asked you to try have a good day, this isn't what I meant," Drake said, holding up a bucket of two broken phones and two mean letters ripped up. The letters weren't written by her, they were just thrown at her.
"Technically, you told me that a week ago," Gosalyn said from the couch. She had a sly smile painted on her features and a confident stance. Drake dropped the box on the coffee table.
"Gosalyn, that doesn't mean you get to break two kids phones and give them black eyes this week!"
"You saw those notes!" Goslyan shot back.
"Yes, I did. But that does not excuse the black eyes and broken property! Now LP and I have to pay that." And the phones the two kids had weren't cheap. They were the newest model of phones, had the best connection possible. Gosalyn faltered at that.
"I- I'm sorry. About that..." Gosalyn muttered, not looking him in the eye. Drake sighed and looked outside, the sun setting in the background of the city.
"Look, we'll talk about this more tomorrow. I gotta go on patrol."
"Drake-"
"The Sabrewing's will be popping in every now and then, so no TV or phone unless it's an emergency. And you will be having dinner over there. Got it?" Gosalyn nodded feebly. And with that, he grabbed his jacket and case with his costume and headed out.
. . .
"Wanda, any crime?"
"No sir," the computer said. "But Launchpad is on his way up. And say please next time!" Drake couldn't help but feel his face light up, his cheeks heat, when he heard that LP was on his way. The same way they always did when Launchpad was near.
But the feeling was replaced with worry. Launchpad always tried to come to St. Canard to vist him, but that meant a three hour drive both ways. Six hours in total and he stays awake most of the time, so sleep is out of the question.
Drake just wished-
"Hey DW!" Came Launchpad's deep,  bright, and bubbly voice. Drake's heart flutter.
"LP!" He said, turning around. If the guy was tired, he didn't show it. His beak was upturned in a smile like this was were he always wanted to be. Like Drake was the only thing he wanted to see.
But of course, Drake only saw that as a friend happy to see another friend.
"How's Gos?" Drake's flustered happiness faded when Gosalyn was mentioned. "That bad?"
"She broke two kids phones and gave them black eyes." Launchpad winced. "Yeah. And the only way they wouldn't sue is if we paid for the phones and if she was expelled. Luckily I talked them out of that part. They settled for her being suspended for a week and detention for three days afterwards."
"Well, that's better than nothing," Launchpad sighed, going to sit next to him.
"I just don't get why she did it. I mean, those letters were terrible, but that-"
"What letters?"
"Those two kids she beat up. They said some pretty mean things."
"Like?" Drake really didn't want to get to into it, but with Launchpad's innocent curiosity and concern, he couldn't stop himself.
"Like, you don't belong here, you're just a stupid- I'm not saying that word- you don't have any parents, that guy isn't your real dad."
"What kind of trouble did they get into?" Launchpad's voice turned angry, and his face turned just the slightest bit red.
"Unfortunately, no-"
"Excuse me, lovebirds," Wanda interrupted. The two jumped in surprise at her voice. Neither noticed how red the others face turned. "But since you two are crime fighters, I thought you would like to know that a bank was just robbed."
"Where?" The two said in unison. If Wanda had eyes to roll, she would have.
. . .
"Ok, Wanda said that the robber was seen retreating to the sewers," Drake said, then muttered while stepping around something that he hoped was just poop, "Why he went down here, I'll never know."
"Probably because you can get almost anywhere in the city from them," Launchpad said, clearing the way just a little more so Drake wouldn't have that much grossness touch him. The duck in question was clutching onto his cape like it was his lifeline.
"Still, there are better ways to get around. Like the roof tops or-or the backalleys. Not a disgusting sewer!" Launchpad refrained from giggling at the high pitched squeak that was in his friend's voice, instead offering some hopefully comforting words.
"Come on, DW. This is nothing. Me and the McDuck family have been through way worse. We once had to deal with a sandy pyramid and colony of burrito loving Egyptians."
"There is no way that's real," Drake laughed, thinking that LP was just joking to make him feel better. But Launchpad quickly told him the whole story. It was so intriguing and wonderful that Drake forgot that he was in a sewer.
Until he saw a flash of black movement from the corner of his eye.
Stopping only enough to Launchpad where to go, he began to run after the person. He stepped through the filthy green water, stepping on white stuff that he didn't dwell on what it could be, and used his grappling gun to get over a chasm in strangely the same fashion as the chasee.
Launchpad would have to go around the long way, but no matter. He had cornered him.
"Your time of running is over, villain," he said in his most threatening superhero voice. All he got in return was a strangely familiar deranged laugh.
"Oh, that's right," the man said, in such a familiar voice that he was sure he knew from somewhere. "You see me as the villain and you as the hero.
"Well.... maybe your right."
When the man turned around, Drake saw someone he never thought he'd see again.
Jim Starling.
(I am catching this up to where I am in another place, and after the schedule will be random)
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My ongoing list of all my Team Science character posts thus far. Updated posts will be in bold.
Gyro's relationship with Boyd:
The birthday party parallels in 'Happy Birthday, Doofus Drake' and 'The Last Adventure'
Happy Anniversary, 'Astro B.O.Y.D.'
Gyro's conflicting emotions about Boyd in 'Astro B.O.Y.D.'
How Webby's speech about family in 'The Last Adventure' reminds me of Boyd and Gyro
If it weren't for Mark Beaks, Gyro and Boyd would never have been reunited and freed from their difficult pasts
Gyro's seeming lack of concern for Boyd in 'The Last Adventure'
Similar music motifs in scenes in 'Astro B.O.Y.D.' and 'The Last Adventure' (NEW)
Their relationship in 'The Last Adventure' (NEW)
Gyro's relationship with Fenton (not shipping):
Workaholic Gyro
Fenton's lack of responsibility and consideration regarding Gyro
Fenton's hero-worship of Gyro in 'Astro B.O.Y.D.'
Gyro's reaction to Fenton in 'The Dangerous Chemistry of Gandra Dee' - Part 1
Gyro's reaction to Fenton in 'The Dangerous Chemistry of Gandra Dee' - Part 2
Where was Gyro and Fenton's new dynamic post-'Astro B.O.Y.D.'? - Post 1 (NEW)
Where was Gyro and Fenton's new dynamic post-'Astro B.O.Y.D.'? - Post 2 (NEW)
Fenton's relationship with Gandra:
Thoughts about Gandra Dee and Fenton? (Part 1)
Thoughts about Gandra Dee and Fenton? (Part 2)
Frank's comments in The Art of DuckTales
If it hadn't been for Mark Beaks, Fenton and Gandra never would've gotten together (and Gandra and her life wouldn't have changed for the better)
Missed opportunities in 'Beaks In the Shell'
Gosalyn, Gandra, Fenton, and the Solego Circuit (NEW)
Gyro's character development:
Akita's past treatment of Gyro, its effects on him, and how he rose above it - Part 1
Akita's past treatment of Gyro, its effects on him, and how he rose above it - Part 2
Gyro the family man (NEW)
Frank Angones and DT production crew quotes:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3 (NEW)
Gyro's inventions:
Gyro's tech - Part 1
Gyro's tech - Part 2
Gyro's whole role in the Spear of Selene
Did Gyro make the telepathic helmet Magica used in 'Nightmare On Killmotor Hill'? (NEW)
Why didn't Gyro get famous from the OxyChew??
Gyro and Gandra:
How alike Gyro and Gandra are
Lack of Gyro and Gandra interaction
More opportunities for Gyro and Gandra to interact (NEW)
Misc. stuff:
Gyro's real reason for creating a clone army in 'Timephoon'
Gyro's positive impact on others' lives (NEW)
DuckTales World Showcase Adventure
This Duckburg Life (NEW)
Parallels between Boyd and other kids (NEW)
Where was Gyro in 'How Santa Stole Christmas'?? (NEW)
Gyro headcanons/character analysis (NEW)
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Alright it's almost Hispanic Heritage month again yall. Here's a list of Animated characters that I, a Latina, cried over when I found out they were Latin American
For clarification, "Found out" means, having no previous knowledge of said characters and within the context of the show/movie they are confirmed Latin American.
(From the perspective of a Costa Rican 🇨🇷 specifically)
The entire Madgrial Family (Encanto)
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The moment I saw the teaser trailer for Encanto I started crying. I was so BEYOND EXCITED to see real, true, positive beautiful Latin American representation in a Disney movie. I'm not even Colombian but seeing something like this become so popular made me so happy. Being able to fully understand "Dos Orugitas" in Spanish just hits so different, its not the same in English. It's such a beautiful step for Latin American representation, and I'm so excited to see what comes next for us. (Still holding out for my Latina Disney princess tho. And no, Elena doesn't count) I've also been told I look just like Mirabel and seeing a character that looks like me in a Disney movie just made my heart soar.
Luz Noceda (The Owl House)
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Bruh a bisexual Latina with mommy issues AND she's bilingual??? She's just like me fr.
Lance McClain (V*ltron Legendary Defender)
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He was my absolute favorite character in V*ltron and I will NEVER forgive them for ruining his arc and making him sad forever. He deserved a happy ending. He's NOT "just a boy from Cuba", he's so important and lovely.
Miles Morales (Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse)
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I'm not a comic book reader, so Into the Spiderverse was the first time I met Miles. Finding out he was Afro Latino made me heart soar. He's a sweet boy, such a good character in the movie, and definitely deserved the Oscar. Can't wait for the sequel.
Claire Nuñez (Tales of Arcadia)
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Claire is literally such a badass. She's amazing, an amazing character, her story with Jim is beautiful. Love it when she's speaks Spanish. 10/10 character (Watch Tales of Arcadia it's really good)
Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera (Ducktales 2017)
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King of my heart. Wholesome dork. Voiced by Lin Manuel Miranda.
Gosalyn Mallard (Ducktales 2017)
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What I literal icon. I really really REALLY hope that the rumored Darkwing Duck reboot uses the DT 2017 versions of the DW characters cause this Gosalyn is a QUEEN
Hector Nieves Aka: Hi-Five (Glitch Techs)
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Glitch techs was such a cute show it deserved to keep running. Screw Nickelodeon for canceling it just as it was starting to get interesting. Anyway this dork is adorable. Bilingual gamer king.
Troy Sandoval (Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts)
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Hi this cutie patootie is a literal king. He and Benson are so cute together. (GO WATCH KIPO AND THE AGE OF WONDERBEASTS ON NETFLIX I PROMISE YOU'LL LOVE IT)
Honorable Mentions:
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(From top to bottom, left to right. Tumblr only allows 10 images at a time so I had to combine them)
• Señor Hueso and Capitan Piel, who together make the icon Don Suave (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2018):
I literally laugh my ass off whenever I watch the episode "Hidden City Job" and they do the whole Don Suave bit. Like it's so over the top yet accurate to telenovela characters that I can't help but laugh every time. When they first introduced Capitan Piel, I instantly laughed so hard before they even translated it because they did the whole Skin and Bones bit and I just thought it was so clever. 10/10 duo I'd love to see more of them. (GO WATCH ROTTMNT PLEASE THEY NEED ALL THE SUPPORT THEY CAN GET IF THEY WANT A SEASON 3)
• Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel)
People were giving Vivziepop shit accusing her of making Vaggie the "angry Latina stereotype) and I couldn't disagree more. Vaggie is perfectly fine as a character, and I can't wait to see what they do with her in the official Hazbin Hotel series!!
• Isabella Garcia-Shapiro (Phineas and Ferb)
Phineas and Ferb was the first fandoms I was ever in, and Isabella holds such a special place in my heart. Love her to pieces
• Marco Diaz (Star vs. The Forces of Evil)
Svtfoe was also one of the first fandoms I was in, so seeing one of the leads be portrayed as Mexican made 12 year old me so happy.
• Miguel Rivera (Coco)
Coco is such a beautiful movie, and I ONLY watch it in Spanish. Miguel is such a sweet and special boy, he really brought the joy of music back into his family.
• Soos (Jesus) Alzamirano Ramirez
Gravity Falls was ALSO one of the first fandoms I was in (PnF, GF, and Svtfoe were my main 3 for a time), and finding out this loveable goof was Latino made me really happy
• Princess Elena Castillo Flores
Now she may not be an official Disney princess (she doesn't meet all the requirements to be part of the franchise) but that doesn't mean she isn't excellent representation for young children. Although the show doesn't represent one specific Latin American country/culture, the show does have bits and pieces of many different LatAm cultures, and even some indigenous inspiration here and there with all the mythology aspects. It isn't perfect, but I do still appreciate Elena's presence in Disney.
Happy Hispanic Heritage Month everyone!!!
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