#duckburg twitter

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO NEFE COSMIA, FENTON CRACKSHELL-CABRERA. 🌓

ꕥ  — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: Twin age: 21+ pronouns: She/They ooc contact: Twin_Destinies on twitter other characters in xc: Nicholas Rush, Dex-Starr

  ꕥ  — IC INFORMATION;

name: Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera age: 21 pronouns: He/Him series: DuckTales (2017)

canon point: Post show

app triggers: Animal harm implications (he’s a duck fighting crime)

personality: Fenton is an extremely kind duck who is always thinking about how best to help those around him, even if it means long nights working or even putting himself in dangerous situations. He’s not afraid of risking everything to assist, even beyond the realm of science. 

He’s a very earnest, honest young duck who can sometimes be a little naive at the end of the day. He wants to believe in the good of others and trusts everyone probably more than he should. Despite being such a smart duck, he’s not jaded or disenchanted with the world around him, and is willing to believe in others. Even after they’ve betrayed him, he wants to think they can bounce back or that they may have had some reason for doing what they did. 

He believes strongly in everyone’s ability to change and grow and that everyone has goodness inside them somewhere.  

His good natured resolve to help others does tend to land him in dangerous situations. He can be reckless in his pursuit of knowledge and heroics, often thinking a situation through after landing directly in the middle of a large mess. He means well, but that doesn’t always work in his favor. 

something your muse struggles with: self worth

your muse’s greatest strength: willingness to help those in need no matter what.

history / background: Fenton was a young intern who worked for Scrooge Mcduck and directly under Dr. Gearloose. Though he loved his job, he never felt fully appreciated and Gearloose often treating him more like a maid or punching bag than an actual scientist. Still, he wanted to create things that would help the world, and also keep Gearloose’s inventions from eventually turning evil and attacking everyone in town (as they sometimes did.)

His good intentions backfired, however, after it was revealed that he accidentally released Gearloose’s blueprints online to help source a solution to them turning evil, and due to that recklessness a competitor was about to steal Gearloose’s inventions and go public with a brand new automated driver. Due to his error, he was fired without a second thought, and left without a means to pursue his science or help the world. 

Eventually, Fenton found himself in a sticky situation. That super intelligent robotic car that had been a stolen design kidnapped his boss, his boss’s boss, and some of his friends and went on a wild rampage, endangering them and everyone around them in the process. Though Fenton had been fired, he didn’t hesitate to use another experiment from the lab, the Gizmoduck Armor, to save those in need regardless of his own safety. His efforts were eventually rewarded with Gearloose rescinding his firing and allowing him to continue to work at the lab and with the suit. 

As time went on, the Gizmoduck armor became a passion project for Fenton. He worked to understand it and use it properly, often falling into trouble he would then have to clean up. But he loved using the suit to protect those in need. He wanted to understand it more and more, and eventually even synced it directly with his brain for better control of it, while also ensuring no one else could use it for evil unless he reset the program himself.

Gizmoduck became a popular hero in the city and beyond, and he used his powers to help maintain harmony whenever a massive calamity struck. Despite being young and inexperienced, he was there at every world-ending event (common in Duckburg) to assist. He helped stop an invasion from the moon and an evil organization bent on wiping out all adventure from the world. He even made friends with other heroes, like Darkwing Duck, to further his ability to defend those in need. 

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t still focused on science and inventing. With the help of his love interest, Gandra, he created a virtual space where anything could be invented and tested safely. Which, of course, had a few bugs to work out and had to be saved from a villain attempting to steal it, but other than that it was totally fine and useful! 

His adventures continued and while there were plenty of blunders along the way, he continued to be the best hero he could be. 

powers / abilities: These aren’t abilities natural to him but are upgrades to the Gizmoduck armor:

Arm Armor - The armor on his arms can become shields to protect himself and others.

Elbow Grease - An oil slick he can shoot from his elbow.

Finger lasers - Lasers that shoot from his fingers. 

Gluteal Grapnel - It’s uh. It’s a grappling hook from his butt.

Helmet Copter - A small helicopter propeller that pops out of his helmet. Often accompanied by a jet on his back.

Midriff Missiles - Just what it sounds like! 

Parachute - Usually from his pecs but it can actually launch from a few places.

Pie Cannon - They come in a variety of flavors! 

Shoulder Blades - spinning blades that can cut through most things.

Other abilities demonstrated by the suit include: The ability to extend the suits arms, leg and midsection to various lengths, the ability to make his finger a pen, various types of missiles and explosives beyond the midriff cannon, bagpipes, can shoot pulses of plasma-like energy, 

inherent abilities: Super genius intellect 

items / weapons: 

Gizmoduck Armor: The gizmoduck armor is a large battle-ready suit of armor on one wheel that’s controlled by Fenton’s brain. It’s coded specifically to him and must be reset for another user to gain access to it. This armor takes his height from around 4.5 feet to over 7 and comes with an assortment of equipment and abilities. Primary non-unique weapons and functions include (ie stuff just natural to the suit and not really things I can split from it to earn back later):  super strength, super speed (hypersonic), high durability, self destruct and override controls, and the ability to work even in portions (IE he can wear just the arm for a shield if needed)

starting ability: None starting item: Gizmoduck armor (no upgrades, just the basic functions)

extra: Quack (link to doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1kr_X5hBOW6siEzA4djIf_nntyo5_auulSamuN8zIrIo/edit?usp=sharing )

discord id: notgizmoduck

#xc application #mun: twin #nefe cosmia

[duckblurredvision]

@doodelli

#ducktales 17 #ducktales 2017 #ducktales 2k17 #fake tweets #duckburg twitter #dt 2017 #disney #dt 17 #dt 2k17 #ducktales #drake mallard

[everythingducktales]

Man I just wish we could get a Kim Possible treatment and get a fourth season exploring some of the new dynamics from the finale but I have no hope about it happening, what should I do?

Yeah 😭

Honestly I think we should make an effort to keep talking about DuckTales and telling Disney we love it!! On twitter we can @ them. I also think showing up and supporting whatever DuckTales content comes out, like the upcoming This Duckburg Life podcast and the Epcot World Showcase Adventure, is really important.

They know there’s a lot of love for DuckTales, so if that love stays, who knows, maybe we’ll get lucky and they’ll do something else! We might not get a fourth season, but maybe we could someday get a disney+ special or more comics that continue the stories or something!

#asks #anon #ducktales 2017

[awhphooey]

Hi, I’m new to the fanbase, was wondering if you know any good accounts to follow. Sorry if this bothers you, you don’t have to answer of course, have a lovely day 😄❤️

I gotcha!

@louyd aka the CEO of Louie asks, the one and only Sally Salami Salamander III

@nonbinary-ducks for all your enby duck headcanon needs

@trans-ducks for all your trans duck headcanon needs

@stevenfallsvs over all great artist in the fandom

@vegetabletaxi ! I cannot describe how amazing Cab’s art is you just have to look for yourself!

@dnaxtiki great artist and fun person, CEO of Dewlet

@shiptales for shipping headcanons, run by tiki

@neuroduckvergency for all your neurodivergent duck headcanons!

@beansismyreligion good person and amazing artist!

@maclove54 friend and awesome artist!

awesome artists I don’t know too well > @wyrmiee @vikos-nerd-world @miyakoriee @webby-dings @cherrydott @aimasup @meddokusai @infamousquack @based-ducks @ilee-font @dt-canim @peanut-ducks

Other accounts:

Ask the kids- @ifuckingloveswordhorses @violetsabrewingofficial @ninaoftwodads @louieduckinc @madeofshadows @beonlyyourselfdude @bestseniorjuniorwoodchuck @letsdeweythis

Fun stuff- @duckburg-twitter @ducktales-crackships @relatablepicsofdonaldduck @relatablepicturesoflouieduck @relatablepicturesofwebby @relatablepicsofhueyduck @relatablepicturesoffenton @swindle-comic @duckfallsau

Weeks/events: @boydweek2020 @webbyweek2020 @duckcember @weblenathroughtheyear

Also obviously frank: @suspendersofdisbelief !

Hope you have fun here!

#ducktales #phooey rambles #ask phooey

[quiverwingquack]

When We’re Together, I Could Stay Forever

Goldie tags along with Scrooge through a cold forest to find the perfect Christmas tree, and starts a little snowball fight just to stir up a little trouble.

Written for Twitter’s Secret Santa, a gift for @/Abiskibita1! AO3 link in reblogs.

———

“I haven’t been this cold in years.” Goldie tugs her coat on a little tighter, bracing against the freezing breeze. “Why couldn’t you have gotten one of your kids to get the stupid tree?”

“Della wanted ta spend more time with the boys, making up fer the time she lost, I s’pose,” Scrooge replies, as if this isn’t the third time she’s asked that today. “An’ I dinnae trust Donald or Launchpad not ta ruin the thing on the way back.”

“We both know you have more kids than that.”

The old duck simply sighs, lifting a snow-laden branch just enough to pass underneath. Goldie follows, flicking it first so the snow falls off rather than landing on her expensive coat. Some of the powdery flakes fly into Scrooge’s back, and she doesn’t suppress her laughter when he jumps at the sudden cold.

“Yer goin’ ta be the death of me,” he scowls at her once he’s landed on his feet again.

“This cold is going to be the death of us both if we don’t hurry up.”

“Ye complain too much,” he retorts, stepping over a fallen log. “Ye should’ve gone inside, rather than follow me all the way out here.”

“And sit around baking cookies or decorating the place like an old lady, while your loud little nephews and niece bombard me with questions? I think not, moneybags.”

“Ye are old,” he grumbles, straightening his ever-stiff top hat. “And so am I. But why would ye come for Christmas at all, then?”

“You know why.”

Maybe he doesn’t, Goldie considers. After all, this year has been full of change—the last few years have, actually. Maybe Scrooge really doesn’t know why she’s spending the end of the year in Duckburg. Maybe he doesn’t know about Louie saving her, or about the fear she felt when she found the fountain gone.

Or, maybe, he thinks about that sweet spring break kiss as often as she does, and knows she misses him as often as the stars miss the moon.

Not that she’d say that, of course. She has a reputation. And that includes brushing off the warm and fuzzies to face this winter wonderland and haul a nice tree back to the mansion.

If they can even find one.

She remembers one Christmas with a tall, over-decorated tree that reached toward a ceiling more than twice her height, and a party full of rich snobs. She’d come just to indulge her thieving tendencies, but she’d had a bit of fun. That tree is probably close to their goal, she assumes, and the trees around them now aren’t nearly lavish enough.

But as they walk she finds herself thinking about another Christmas, in a cabin, with a short, damaged little tree in the front window. It was half-dead when they found it, but they hauled it back anyway and wrapped popcorn strands around it to make it look nice in absence of any ornaments or tinsel. She longs for those forgotten days more than anything, but she thinks about sitting poolside at a resort and rainbow waterfalls and singing on a train, and knows in her heart that the trade-off wouldn’t be worth it if she got the chance.

As they venture further out, the trees get larger. The branches grow thick, reaching for the sky, blocking out the already dim, cloudy light above them. But none of these trees feel right, and Scrooge has never been one to settle. So they trudge onward, and Goldie’s boots grow cold the more snow she steps in.

“My feet are freezing.”

“Ye already said that an hour ago.”

“And yet, I’m still cold.”

“I’m not.” He begins carefully stepping over a fallen tree in their path. “Fer someone that used t’ be called the Ice Queen of Dawson, ye really complain a lot about the snow.”

“Don’t tell me your joints aren’t hurting too, old man.” She follows him over the snow-covered log, nearly slipping on its snowy surface. She catches herself by planting one mitten-wrapped hand firmly in said snow, and it crunches quietly under the impact. She glances down at it, an idea sparking to life.

Scrooge trots on ahead, expertly weaving through the winter wonderland. She stands up and dusts herself off, then reaches for the snow beside her. She bides her time, waiting until he’s just far enough ahead, and….

She tosses a tightly-packed snowball, and though her throwing is half-hearted, it sails through the air easily. It smacks into his shoulder, exploding into white clumps that collapse to the ground before he even registers what’s happened. He startles like a deer, whipping around and meeting her eyes.

She grins mischievously, much the same as she does when she’s just swiped something of his. He frowns at first, a quiet moment passing as a soft breeze twirls through the forest, whipping up snow on its way. And then he laughs, his stiff facade fading.

He’s quick to scoop up a snowball of his own, and though she’s alert enough to dodge, it ignites something in them both.

Goldie’s used to a teasing sort of quality to their relationship. Often, that shows itself with thievery from her and him ruffling her feathers with words. Everything between them is a careful dance, and until recently they were dancing too far apart. Now, though… well.

Running through snowy woods, laughing loudly because no one can hear? Throwing snowballs at each other, hardly with the intent to actually hit each other? She almost feels like a young woman again. It’s pretty and playful and downright perfect, or as close as Goldie’s ever gotten, anyway.

She throws a few snowballs around, and runs from Scrooge’s in equal measure. They traverse through the trees, running further and further along. The sky grows even darker, and the whole place grows silent, save for their shared laughter. It’s far from the first time, but being with Scrooge makes Goldie feel like a little girl again, and she knows it’s a high she can never stop chasing, metaphorically or physically.

She turns to see how far behind he is, and takes a hit to the chest. It’s soft, exploding into a million tiny pieces on contact. She’s all the colder for it, but she throws another, and it strikes him just as easily.

“Now we’re both cold,” he laughs, obviously a bit breathless. “Happy now?”

“Very,” she smiles in return, overwhelmed with love even though they’re both a bit of a mess.

They come to a stop together, a silent truce, and she pulls him close. Despite their ever-adventurous natures, they aren’t young anymore, and it’ll take a minute to catch their breath. A minute she’d prefer to spend with her arms around his shoulders, fingers laced together, slowly warming each other with an embrace.

He hugs her too, hands quietly finding a familiar spot against her back. He leans in, kissing her lightly on the cheek and sending a shiver up her spine, for once not a cold one. Then, he settles his head against her shoulder, and she feels like she’s fallen for him all over again.

When they finally let go, a lovingly long moment later, she looks up at the trees around them. She can’t suppress a gasp as the beauty of the snow-coated world around them now. It’s postcard-worthy, with sunlight breaking through the ever-present snowy clouds above. The snow glitters peacefully, a soft hush over the whole woods now.

And right in front of them, placed as perfect as can be, is the tree. Just the right height, all the branches lush and even. They’ve found it.

Goldie has never been one for big family gatherings, for “making memories” or “quality time together.” She helps cut down and haul that tree back to the mansion anyway, and she’s rewarded immediately with warmth, both physically and emotionally.

Duckworth takes her coat, and not a second later, Della’s hugging her just a little too tight. The girl smells overwhelmingly of jet fuel and peppermint, but she’s got that same dumb blue scarf on, and she’s grinning like a Cheshire as she runs off. She doesn’t seem to have grown up since the last time Goldie saw her, over a decade ago.

As his niece departs, Scrooge laughs, presumably at Goldie’s obvious confusion.

“Welcome home.”

Before she can respond to that, or to the warm feeling it evokes, Webby appears from a side room, shouting something to someone behind her, and then bolting for her chance to give both her uncle and Goldie quick hugs.

Scrooge scoops the little girl up off the ground, laughing, and carries her off toward where a handful of the others are setting the tree up. Goldie briefly considers following, and whether it’s worth the potentially overly-friendly greetings she’d receive in turn, but she’s again distracted. This time, it’s a familiarly bright-eyed kid in a Christmas tree hoodie.

“Aunt Goldie! You’re here!”

“Hey, Sharpie.”

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #scrooge mcduck #goldie o’gilt #scroldie #christmas #fanfic #mine! #jay’s fics

[araminakilla]

If you have a great curiosity to see the finale now, here are some non-spoiler duck content that will tone down that:

@ducktalkspodcast is a Disney Afternoon podcast made by amazing people who gives their opinions and reviews about Ducktales episodes and other Disney-related news. You can find them on Twitter and Youtube.

@amorespatospodcast is another awesome podcast made by @mighty-ant and @lovetheinsane who recap, review and answer questions about each episode of Ducktales 2017, not to mention their great stories and comic/media lore outside the show, definetly a must heard. You can find them also in Twitter and other pages.

And if you want something from Youtube with Duck mysteries, humor, romance, betrayals and everything The Last Adventure! is going to be, just watch the amazing series "Camp Duckburg" made by @duckqueen13

But if you still want to find the finale sooner, please tag only spoilers and if you can, don't share crucial and shocking twists so soon.

Let's get dangerous by being cautious!

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #dt 2017 #dt spoilers #ducktales spoilers #the last adventure! #ducktales season 3 #ducktales finale #donald duck #webby vanderquack #bentina beakly #huey duck #scrooge mcduck #ducktalks #amores patos #amores patos podcast #camp duckburg #drake mallard #gosalyn waddlemeyer #gosalyn mallard #darkwing duck #let's get dangerous #ducktales f.o.w.l. #f.o.w.l.

[maxlovespigeons]

Accidentally caused Camp Duckburg renaissance on Twitter so I created this monstrosity. I fucking hate it. Take it away from me

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #camp duckburg #gyro gearloose #fenton crackshell cabrera #fenro #digital

[mai-fanblog]

My opinion about "They Put a Moonlander on the Earth"

My opinion about "They Put a Moonlander on the Earth" will be the most difficult to do, by the reactions that I can generate, to avoid that, I MUST CLARIFY THAT MY OPINION, I AM NOT ATTACKING ANYONE.

Let's started.

Well, the episode itself is entertaining, I recognize the effort of Sam King and the affection to this character, which is good, she showed a certain change and it shows.

One thing that affects me in this episode and that's why I don't consider it the best of this season (for me it's Astro B.O.Y. D), is the treatment towards the moonlanders, I mean that they made an invasion towards the Earth where almost everyone died, including themselves, I know that Lunaris lied to them to cause the event, anyway it doesn't take away the negative effect of having participated; I mean, they are normally there enjoying as if the end of season 2 had not affected them at all, except for the last scene, that is a double standard in the consequences, nobody Duckburg reproaches them or looks at them badly, no, they treat them good without any problem and they are happy, we all know it was Lunaris and his ridiculous motivation, however, he is already suffering the consequences (and possibly died along with the shark). I find that treatment incoherent after such an event that was "the greatest", which I didn't enjoy so much and it seems that some fans also ignored this detail and concentrated more on Penny. If you ask me, the second season would have been better without the aliens, for the convenience and the deux ex machina; but that's a topic for another occasion.

Speaking of Penumbra, I must first clarify that I don't like her either, she's indifferent to me, she doesn't generate anything for me, I still recognize that she's the only decent moonlander, who at least has reasoning unlike the rest of her species and had a good participation in the second season. That is, next to the moonlanders, she is a glass of water in the desert, with the rest, she is very discreet (and that's the nicest word for her) However, she took a free friendship with Della that she doesn't deserve, she didn't apologize for the 8 murder attempts on the moon when she met her (yes, I counted them and that includes the time she said she would use her as bait for the moon mites); at the beginning, Penumbra distrusted her for being an earthling and a possible threat to her people, you can understand that point of her, still she tried to kill her to avoid a danger for the moonlanders, although she didn't do anything against them, clearly Della isn't affected by that red flag, for two reasons, the first one for being alone for 10 years with a monster that ruined her every chance to get out and the second and important is the fact that Penny reminds her of Donald's personality, that is, of being protective and temperamental; I was waiting for Penny's apology to Della for misjudging her and trying to kill her, which didn't happen, it reminds me of Sasuke and Naruto's relationship (if they saw the anime or manga, if not, it's pretty much the same, only Penny and Della are a little more acceptable than the "friendship" those two). And no, I'm not against the ship, everyone has their own tastes and that has nothing to do with the theme I'm talking about.

What I did like about the chapter is the development of Penny that is complete, like Lena, of how Webby was her biggest contribution (although I said jokingly to stay away from this crazy, meh, the always united crazy) and the part where she clears things up with Launchpad and they become friends is very healthy, that is, it wasn't going to work that way because of the sentence that she said and she prefers to become friends with him, is very good.

Penny's sentence is ambiguous, I explain myself, I understood at first that she isn't attracted to men because she pauses the part of the sentence, the other word is "earth", that even though Sam explained it on Twitter, she still lets it be understood that she isn't attracted to earthlings either, with Della it's another relationship, because she knows her, she spent more time with her on the moon and she realized her mistake, when she sent her on purpose to Earth, when Della was asleep, it's a different relationship because of the time factor and understanding each other. It's good that Penumbra is a lesbian, we have to take into account how she sees each character in an objective way, I know it's complicated, as I mentioned and I repeat, this is not an attack with Dellumbra's ship, this ship for me is BROTP, the weakest one I have, because I like others taller like Three Caballeros and I also have lesbian ships that I liked like Utena and Anthy or Lumity.

To conclude, this chapter isn't my favorite or the best, but I will not take away the positive aspects I mentioned such as Penny's development, it has funny parts (especially the ducks feeding ducks?!) and the story is entertaining. The episode is good in itself, I congratulate Sam King for her work, it shows the dedication. As I said at the beginning is MY OPINION, I know it was long, I really wanted to express this. And if you want my short opinion of moonlandres in general, I hate them, except Penny, as I said, it's indifferent to me and Zenith, the only one I liked, has a nice design. You know I hate Lunaris and I don't like Gibbous at all (seriously, I generate a dislike that I didn't feel with Mark).

P.S.: I wanted to publish it in September, I was late for work, but here it is, I wanted to express what I felt when I saw that chapter on the day of the premiere, remember that it is my opinion.

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #dt17

[coffeenanimals]

Call out post for @/spibder

He spoiled who was the killer in Camp Duckburg and I’m still salty

Plus he called me out on Twitter and this is payback 😌✨

(Fr love you dad 😔❤️)

#ducktales #camp duckburg #fenton cabrera #gyro gearloose #mark beaks #dt gyro #dt fenton #della duck #donald duck

[fly-pow-bye]

The two DuckTales 2017 episodes that will air in September have descriptions now.

The Phantom and the Sorceress! - When a mysterious magic thief arrives in Duckburg, Lena must confront her past and team with her treacherous aunt, Magica.

They Put a Moonlander on Earth! - Webby sets out to prove to a homesick Penumbra that Earth can be a lot of fun by riding Glomgold’s newest gift to Duckburg, the suspicious Flintferris Glomwheel.

The Lena and Magica team up only Magica wanted, and we finally find out whatever happened to Penumbra. These episodes will air on September 21st and September 28th, respectively.

DisneyTVANews on Twitter has screenshots for The Phantom and the Sorceress as well, showing that Gladstone Gander will at least make a cameo.

(Thanks to martosi231234 for the info)

#ducktales 2017 #ducktales #disney

[peachhoneii]

Give Storkules a boyfriend/husband/partner who loves him as much as he loves Donald. 

Because I know Donald can’t date a man or anyone who isn’t Daisy, and it breaks my heart.

“What of the Earth?! What of my Donald!?!?”

No one aside from Daisy uses this phrase in regards to Donald. He loves him so much. It hurts my heart knowing how much this man loves him.

Even without Sam King’s twitter comments, we knew how much Donald meant to Storkules. We knew his affection for him wasn’t strictly platonic, though without a doubt he’d be happy as long as Donald was happy.

Of course I’m on team Dorkulesaisy (OT3), but I really want Storkules to be happy. 

He loves Donald so much, and Donald loves him too, even if the demigod/god annoys him. 

Gonna headcanon he went to visit his family that day. He had an off day from work and left a nice, hearty meal for his roommates back in Duckburg.

Also fuck Zeus. He is a terrible person and father. He’s an actual abusive father, being so mean to Storkules.

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #dt spoilers #donald duck #storkules

[callme--starchild]

Papa!

Summary: Without realizing it, Scrooge takes an important role in Donald's life.

Initially, Scrooge had seen it as a complicated task.

He did not consider himself good with children unlike his sisters, so it took him off guard when Hortense confided Donald while she and Quackmore took Della to the pediatrician after falling ill.

Matilda was in Scotland, but Elvira was on the outskirts of Duckburg, so he still did not know why his younger sister had surprised him with the work of caring for his son.

However, now that he was in it, he had no problem. Quackmore had insisted more with the respective care that a nine-month-old toddler needed, being very specific in watching him when he got him out of the cradle arguing that he was very fast when crawling, and being the overprotective father he was, he didn't want anything to happen to his duckling.

Of course, he had never felt so insulted to be considered unqualified to take care of a baby, but he could proudly presume that he did not cause him any altercation.

Literally. While he counted his coins, he occasionally watched the boy in the crib playing with his webbed feet, babbling with the pacifier in his bill or raising his hands towards the maritime mobile he had installed.

The older duck was smiling broadly when he saw his nephew so playful being commonly tantrum, and continued counting his coins, unaware of the bright and cheerful look that little Donald gave him, as well as his way of leaning on the mattress to try to put on foot.

"Three thousand two hundred and fifty, three thousand two hundred and fifty one..." A twitter was heard, and the Scottish duck smiled fondly. "Nae noo, Donnie. Yer Uncle Scrooge is very busy. Three thousand two hundred fifty two..."

Donald held the bars of the cradle while holding the pacifier and began to make small leaps, trying to get his uncle's attention with twittering and babble.

"Hmm!" He exclaimed, suddenly afraid that the elder could not hear him and kept trying to jump, trying to get out of the crib and make sure he was wrong.

However, that didn't seem to attract adult attention either...

"We can play as soon as Ah finish, just be patient."

...and being patient is the worst thing they could say him! Donald felt the urge to cry, extending both arms towards Scrooge, releasing the bars and falling on his bottom when his legs could not bear the sudden extra weight.

"Pa…!" He raised his voice as soon as he could, feeling the pacifier fall and starting to cry as a result.

That being how Scrooge felt the gears of his brain fail. Selfless if he lost count, he rose from his desk hastily walking through the study, leaning on his cane to avoid tripping.

His breathing had been cut for a second.

"…Wha' did ye say?" He questioned in a voice, baffled by the infant's outburst. He did not hesitate to release his cane to lean on the cradle and thus take him watching him kick. "Wha' did ye say, wee Donnie?"

He felt the rattling of his heart in his chest as soon as the duck's tearful gaze focused on him.

"Papa!" Tears bathed the child's yellowish plumage in a desperate call. As soon as he felt the warmth of his uncle, he clung to his coat while still crying. "Pa..."

Before he knew it, his body began to shake and he accommodated his nephew better on his shoulder.

"Nae, laddie, Ah'm not yer Papa," he spoke as he could, feeling a lump in his throat and his eyes beginning to cloud, leaning against the cradle. "Ah'm unkie. Unkie Scrooge."

"Papa," of course, a baby of Donald's age could not tell the difference between unkie and papa. And Scrooge was on the verge of crying.

Being the caretaker of his baby nephew, who had just said his first words, did not stop his paternal instincts from exploding.

Did he need anything? He questioned himself, holding the boy in his tushie and carefully moving his hand back and forth on his back.

Dirty diaper? No, without feeling it, he could have known, and not much had happened since the last change.

Hungry? Quackmore had been very specific in that his son became extremely demanding—and in other cases violent—, behavior he did not perceive in him.

Without moving Donald's body from his shoulder, he took his pacifier to bring it closer to his bill. Crying less, he accepted it without questioning.

He wanted to play? Peeking out, Scrooge saw his nephew's teddy bear, intact, next to his favorite little sailor hat. He commonly filled it with saliva, or required multiple walks to pick it up from the ground before one of his multiple outbursts of anger, which ruled out the possibility.

Did he miss Della? It would not surprise him. Both siblings were strongly united since their hatching: they bathed together, ate together, slept together, and didn't even accept a diaper change if they weren't together. They refused to leave each other's side when they perceived discomfort, and shared that inexplicable power of babies—or twins, he didn't know—of knowing what the other was saying despite babbling.

Maybe he should call Hortense?

"Awricht, Donnie, Ah need tae call me sister." Holding him carefully to perceive him calmer, he try to change his position, being taken off guard when the duckling exclaimed with discontent clinging back to his coat. "Wha's up, m'boy? Ye dinnae wan' tae talk wit' mommy?"

He carefully held the toddler's head, stroking his hair feathers.

"Ye dinnae wan' tae talk tae yer sister, nephew?" Analyzing the more relaxed behavior of the bairn, he took his cane again, grateful that the months and insistence of his sister and brother-in-law taught him how to deal with a baby in his arms.

"Papa," Donald stammered again. When he clung again to the warm body of his proclaimed Papa, the businessman could have sworn to feel tears beginning to form in his eyes.

Upon realizing, he soon dried them with a sleeve. As proud as he was to be present at the first words of his nephew, it causes a turn in his heart to be considered his father figure.

But he was tougher than the toughies, smarter than the smarties and sharp than the sharpies! He couldn't afford to cry about it.

"Ah knoo ye're aware tha' Ah'm not yer Papa, wee Donnie, but ye knoo? I's really an honor" observing the youthful, plump and tearful face of the wee one, he walked with his cane to his chair, sitting and leaning him on his lap so he could take out a handkerchief and remove the traces of tears and mucus. "Wai' ta see yer mama's reaction when she finds oot!"

Laughing with that comment, he smiled again affectionately when Donald laughed with him, clapping with innocent joy.

He charge the baby again at the height of his face by planting fast and loud kisses on both cheeks and stomach, satisfied with the laughter and babbling he cheered.

"Who's a big lad?" He exclaimed with clear pride as soon as he assured he was only accompanied by the duckling in the study. "Aye, ye…"

That Donald said his first words was a clear sign that his nephew was growing; having been present made him happy, but being in whom he saw a father figure touched him.

He was clearly a smart boy.

"Pa!" calmer, but especially happier, he kicked the air playfully, putting both hands on his uncle's beak. Scrooge allowed himself to smile kissing the palms of those hands.

So he just wanted to be with him? Well, in that case he wouldn't mind stop counting his coins if that meant spending quality time with his family, especially after discovering how loved he was.

Especially if there were no cameras nearby that compromise his image of the miser businessman.

"Do ye knoo, Donnie? Ye just became me a very prood unkie."

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"I hope Scrooge could with Donald." Opening his wife's car door, Quackmore kept his gaze fixed on the sleepy Della he carried on his other arm, lulling her in his chest.

"Ye worry too much, honey. Thoogh not apparent, Ah knoo that Scroogey did a good job," said the red-haired duck, giving him a confident smile. Aye, her brother wasnae exactly the same bairn dedicated to his family as she remembered. But if he was the same bairn who took care of her in Glasgow when she was equal or younger than the twins, she knew he would be the same with one of them.

"I insist we should take the boy too, how about he is sick?" Sensing how Della moved awkwardly in her father's arms, the duck cooed her gently, accommodating her in a more comfortable position.

Stroking the short hair of the duckling, she smiled warmly as they both started up the main stairs.

"It's Donnie we're talking aboot, dear. He would have made it known. Ye knoo he is more sensitive than her sister." Laughing without a mocking eagerness, she smiled amused.

Stopping, she adjusted her dress and knocked on the door a couple of times before continuing to appreciate her daughter, gently stroking her cheek in response to the soft exhaled whisper.

"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Duck." Looking up, the couple was greeted by a tall dog. "Next comes Master Scrooge. Let me take your coat."

Hortense smiled at the stoic appearance and monotonous tone of the butler, properly removing the garment and tending it with a smile and a gentle thanks.

"Thank you very much." Holding Della, Quackmore gave him a sly smile, settling beside his wife in the foyer.

Of course, the red-haired duck was ready to cheer her brother upon their arrival, but she repressed when the soft pounding and the sound of spat-clad webbed feet were heard in the upper hallway.

Slowly, Scrooge started down the steps. In his free arm he held a sleepy Donald, curled up in his uncle's chest as he sucked his thumb.

"Hoo is Della?" He asked almost immediately, looking affectionately at his normally playful niece sleeping peacefully in his brother-in-law's arms.

"Fortunately, it's nothing serious." Approaching slowly, Hortense smiled sideways at the familiarity with which her brother carried the duckling. "She shoold only take medicine for a week. Wha' about ye? Donnie didnae cause ye much trooble?"

The older duck had to suppress a snort and a boastful smile, sitting on his armchair in front of the muted fireplace while listening to Duckworth continue his work in another room.

"If a diaper change counts as a problem, then aye," he carefully adjusted his nephew on his shoulder, keeping himself static when he felt him fit by holding his coat, voluntarily ignoring the warm look his sister gave him. "Still Ah need to learn his language, Ah'm surprised tha' ye knoo wha' they want without speaking."

For a moment he considered revealing that the lad had given his first words, but he preferred to see the expression of surprise that both could show when he woke up and talked to them. Of course, even if that meant listening to his sister's happy and tearful cries.

"It is a talent tha' improves with the months. That, 'n' the help books for first-time parents tha' Mama and Papa gave us as soon as we visited them at Dismal Downs when they were barely in the egg" explaining happily, Hortense covered his beak to suppress a tender sigh when she saw Scrooge holding Donald. It had been a long time since he last charged one of the twins.

On the other hand, the elder duck had to fight against his willpower so as not to smile fondly at the sensation of his nephew's calm breathing while happily sucking his thumb.

Smiling while playing with the bairn, listening to him say Papa again and again and chasing him every time he crawled away was one thing. But doing it in front of other people was the page of another book.

He had a reputation to keep after all, even in front of his own family.

"We can give ye a couple of tips if ye agree, Scroogey. That, if ye wan' tae take care of him another time. We could also bring Della," said the duck, smiling playfully, feeling Quackmore's incredulous look behind her.

Of course, Scrooge was about to argue with his younger sister. His expression changed, though, when he perceived Della starting to wake up, her sleepy and bright gaze focusing on him, raising both arms between happy babble, probably wanting to address her brother.

He looked at Donald again. He sucked his thumb more slowly, very deep in his rest after playtime to which he practically dragged his uncle, babbling between dreams and drooling on his shoulder.

In his innocent little face showed the apex of a smile; ignoring if he sensed the presence of his sister and parents, he constantly kicked.

That boy basically had an immense affection to consider him his Papa. And though he hoped that it would not affect the way he saw his true father, the image of that moment would be printed in his memories more than he wanted to be believed.

"Ye knoo wha'? Ah would really love it." Grinning, he carefully handed Donald to Hortense, looking directly at the joyful face of his sister, before kindly asking Duckworth for the duffel bag with the duckling's stuff.

Deep down, he hoped to be equally present in his first steps, ready to wrap him in his arms when he ran between wobbles toward him, hoping to be again the richest uncle in pride in the world.

#teamuncleweek2019 #donald duck #scrooge mcduck #hortense mcduck #quackmore duck #papa scrooge #he loves so much his nephew #my weeks

[duckblurredvision]

#ducktales 17 #ducktales 2017 #ducktales 2k17 #fake tweets #duckburg twitter #ducktales #louie duck #ducktales louie #dt louie

[futchloser-moved]

hey I love your camp duckburg twitter header edit is it ok to request one for go back to eating your crumpets bitch

OF COURSE!

IF YOU WANT ONE THATS *TWO* LINES, HERE

#mark beaks #camp duckburg #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #deweys

[lettheladylead]

THE LAST MCDUCK by @iamthehousethatfloats - https://archiveofourown.org/works/17465270

yes, i am That Bitch and ive drawn even more. and this is just part one! and my tablet did stop working completely in the middle of this so there are many things i had to do with my laptop mouse and thats a yikes BUT life goes on. also the quotes are not necessarily accurate but AGAIN its fine

i believe this starts at chapter 6? yes it does. this is from chapters 6-12. ok i will include quotes under the cut for explanations HERE GOES:

1. There, over the Duckburg skyline, was a swirling vortex of malevolent shadows, swelling in the sky.

Goldie didn’t pause to think. She stepped in front of Dickie, blocking the scene from view and causing the teenager to finally risk opening her eyes to stare up at her in confusion.

2. ‘See, I knew you didn’t need me, Moneybags,’ she murmured, watching the footage of Scrooge reunited with his little family with a pang in her heart she’d never felt before.

3. ‘Oh yeah, I know about that stuff. There are some folk in Dawson with very long memories. Also, Linda has an anonymous twitter account called ‘shitmybossdoes’ that is very informative.’

4. ‘Linda, have you seen Goldie this week?’ She asked the concierge one morning, on her way out to a photography class.

‘Nope,’ came the helpful response. Dickie waited for anything further information that was forthcoming, but there was none.

5. ‘McDuck! Never heard of the man! I’m Gideon de’Paperoni, Madame.’

There was a pause. An awkward one. Then Goldie snorted with laughter. ‘Pepperoni, really? That’s the alias you’re going for? In Naples?’

6. She had already cased the joint multiple times and so when Gideon’s eyes flickered momentarily to the disused dumb waiter on the back wall before he schooled his features into a look of innocent confusion, she wasted no time in marching over and ripping up the hatch to reveal an oddly nervous looking crow. She grabbed the crow by the neck, silencing his squawk and carrying him over to where Dickie and Gideon stood. 

7. ‘Hello Poe,’ she said, holding out the spell book and nudging Dickie to prompt her to get out her phone. 

8. ‘Who are you?’ Webby asked, frowning. She asked just as they were about to leap out of the bushes and claim their victory at last. 

9. Scrooge’s face flushed bright red. ‘It seems pretty simple to me!’

Now it was Goldie’s turn to get riled up. Her eyes glinted dangerously as she rounded on Scrooge. ‘Oh really? It’s simple is it? Tell me Scrooge, what about you and me has ever been simple?’

10. She took one last desperate look over her shoulder to where Scrooge stood, watching them with an unreadable expression. Dickie tried to communicate a hundred things in one moment. 

11. ‘But it doesn’t matter what I want.’

‘You’re wrong.’ Dickie said, again. ‘Oh Gigi, it’s the only thing that really matters.’

12. She left Dickie to hide the bike among some rocks at the water’s edge and waltzed brazenly into the garage, blowing a kiss at the security cameras as she went, blasted her way through a hidden side door and slid down the spiral banister into the basement, where she hacked into the lab with ease.

13. ‘What you always do,’ Donald said with a shrug. ‘You go after her.’ 

Scrooge opened his mouth to object, and as he did so something like thunder rumbled in the distance, and a second later the house shook like there had been an earthquake.

14. ‘We need you to fix it,’ Dickie piped up. ‘You’re the only one who can.’

‘Of course I am. But why should I?’

15. Goldie’s eyes glazed over as Dickie and Gyro geeked out over wiring and circuitry.

16. She glanced at Dickie, who was digging around in her bag for her phone. She finally found it and as soon as she whipped it out, she opened up the voice notes and started to play Poe’s incantation.

The moment it began to play, Webby jerked and stumbled forward, her own shadow twisting and contorting.

‘Woah - what’s happening?’ She sounded far too enthusiastic about the prospect of imminent peril.

17. Scrooge stepped forward to grab at her arm, but nothing he did stopped her shadow from writhing and warping and splitting in two over their heads. 

18. ‘LENA!’ She cried, hurling herself on her lost friend with all the enthusiasm of an overexcited puppy. 

19. Dickie, meanwhile, practically bounced for joy and bounded all the way over to Gyro, hugging him tightly.

Gyro flailed around and looked to Goldie and Scrooge for help. Neither gave it. In fact, both seemed to rather relish the moment. 

#the last mcduck #scroldie #dickie duck #goldie o'gilt #scrooge mcduck #gyro gearloose #webby vanderquack #lena de spell #linda paper #donald duck #gideon mcduck #louie duck #dewey duck #poe de spell #gyrie #weblena #art #i drew a lot of these without the fic next to me and theyre so inaccurate which is KILLING ME but its fine cuz theyre cute #fullcolor #comic #fic art

[ducklooney]

I don’t know why, but I noticed somewhere that the creators of Ducktales reboot like Paperinik (Duck Avenger-alter superhero of Donald Duck and I read it on Tumblr or on Twitter or on some site, I don’t know) and I suppose they will appear in the third or fourth season Ducktales reboot. However, recent experiences have shown me more disappointment in the Ducktales reboot than overwhelming excitement, but we will see what will show us the next season, although I think it would be better to make a special series related to Duck Avenger. Otherwise, the purpose of writing a new post is to show some possibilities of joining from other series and comics into one. For those who love and know Duck Avenger, they know that his main enemies are Evronians, The Raider and The Organization, but what would happen if Duck Avenger made his opposite as an utterly negative character like Negaduck, who is the main archvillain of the Darkwing Duck? I suppose it could be the Duck of Doom, which appeared in the Quack Pack (which people hate for no reason) in the episode where the main enemy of T-Squad (super heroes of Donald's nephews) led them to exhaustion and almost destroyed the entire universe just to make them clean the room. But if the Duck Avenger series were made, the Duck of Doom would be his main enemy, the total opposite of Duck Avenger, only that it would be even more cruel and dangerous than the Quack Pack and would be his archvillain Duck Avenger and would have been made, not in the laboratory of Ludwig von Drake, but by the Evronians (I presume from Zoster) who would have made it. And maybe the Duck of Doom would come from Negaverse, like the opposite of Duck Avenger. He could destroy the whole of Duckburg, not to say the whole world. I think it would be a great hit, no matter what the series they thought. If the Darkwing Duck has its opposite to Negaduck, then Duck Avenger needs it in the Duck of Doom. You can only imagine that Negaduck and Duck of Doom join against Duck Avenger and Darkwing Duck. It would be hell! What do you think?

#duck avenger #duck avenger deserved own show #paperinik #pk #comics #italian comics #darkwing duck #duck of doom #t-squad #negaduck #negaverse #disney duckverse #disney ducks #donald duck #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #ducktales reboot #evronians #quack pack #quackpack #archvillain #justice ducks #disney #disney cartoon #disney comics