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[garbagisms]

had to draw the soft negaverse boys, My Oc ( Archie )and @dragcns-den 's oc Felton.

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[tunnagan]

❝  W-Wait... Where are you goin'?  ❞  Fethry says, hastily letting go of Gram's hand and rushing out of the front door when he sees Abner leaving. Stumbling in his haste, the little loon-duckling nearly falls, arms flailing and tiny body barely able to regain balance. Breathing out a sigh of relief, Fethry looks up at his brother with curious eyes,  ❝  Are we leavin' already? I wanna stay at Gram's longer....  ❞  

Not bothering to hide his disappointment, he lightly bounces in place and pleads,  ❝  Can't we play here a little more? Please?  ❞  -  ( *tosses bby Fethry at Abner* time for a lad to live at Elvira's  :3  ) | @ducktales-wco-oo​

Abner winces at the sound of Fethry’s voice before steeling himself to face his little brother. He hoped that he could get out before his brother noticed, but luck isn’t ever quite on his side. But he can’t care for Ma and look after Fethry, no matter how much he wants to and he knows Gram understands that. He kneels down to his brother’s level, taking Fethry’s face in his hands.

“You can keep playing here, Feth.” His voice comes out less steady than he wants. “I... I can’t bring you home with me. Not yet. Maybe when I get Ma settled and she starts getting better we can talk about it, but Gram can take care of you like you deserve. Do you understand?”

#ducktaleswcooo #interaction | abner #so this hurts #also to the dash: lemme know if you need me to tag this as something #bc it might get heavy

[sidestreetmuses]

❛ it’s just a scratch, don’t worry. ❜  Dalisay says with a laugh and a hand against her cheek to cover the worst of the bruise. But in her defense— flimsy as it may be —the injury on her arm from being quite literally thrown out of her boyfriend’s house— well, EX boyfriend now —is a scratch. Red and stinging from where her petite body had skidded across the sidewalk, but a scratch nonetheless. Honestly, she should have expected it… He had been getting more temperamental lately.

Hence the decision to leave him. One that he hadn’t taken too kindly… and now she’s back on the street; literally, the young woman having been found sitting up from where she landed. Disheveled and hurt, but alive… and back on her own. But that’s fine! She’s done this before and she’ll do it again.

With that thought, Dalisay beams up at the large stranger, odd-colored eyes— one lavender and one baby blue —sparkling with good-natured defiance as she extends her hand (expecting to be helped up) and states with a giggle,  ❝  Now if you’d please help me up, I’ll brush myself off and be on my way!  ❞

@ducktales-wco-oo

“That’s no way for a man to treat a lady.” The contempt in Mitch’s voice was honest, glaring at the now closed door like he was considering bashing the door down to teach the man some respect for the fairer sex. But, Mitch supposed, that would mean neglecting the obviously hurt woman in front of him and he couldn’t do that. Instead, he held a hand out to her with a gentle smile.

He could spare a room for a helpless woman who needed to be tended to, assuming she had no other place to go. She was adorable, which also helped. And familiar. But the familiarity was something he couldn’t place just at the moment.

“My lady, your wish is my command. I can take you to your home, or if you don’t have anywhere else, I have a free room that you can stay in until you get back on your feet, free of charge. Anything to make up for that man’s appalling display. Clearly, no one’s taught him manners before and you can do far better.”

#interaction | mitch #ugh i hate him #ducktaleswcooo

[tunnagana]

❝  Oh look— he DOES exist.  ❞  Gladstone says with a sniff of disdain, brow raised and eyes condescendingly lidded as he regards his cousin. He’s not sure how long it’s been since they last saw one another, but he feels secure in claiming that it’s both been too long and not nearly long enough. Leaning against a nearby surface, arms crossed and a foot flat against his support, he huffs,  ❝  I was startin’ to think you were pushin’ up daisies ‘cuz.  ❞  

Despite the following words, tone is far from relieved…  ❝  Nice to know I was wrong.  ❞  Feathers slightly ruffled with a frustration he contains to a mere bite in his voice— something Gladstone had worked long and hard to achieve, considering the formidable tempers on both sides of his family —the gander adds in a testily-joking tone,  ❝  Although if you were dead, then you’d at least have an excuse for leavin’ everybody high an’ dry. Of course, ol’ Ducksworth isn’t exactly of this realm anymore, an’ he’s still puttin’ in more hours with the fam than present company combined, eh?  ❞ | @ducktales-wco-oo

The condescension hurts - of course it does, all Abner has ever cared about is his family, but it’s an impossible argument to make with how he’d spent his last decade. He deserves ever ounce of anger and frustration that Gladstone feels toward him. He’s let them down, he knows just as much as any of his cousins do that that’s true. “I’m alive, obviously.” He finally manages, gruffer than Abner means to be.

His own feathers ruffle in his agitation, though the older duck does his best to keep that tapped down. “I know I’m a failure, Glad, so go ahead. Tell me all the ways I’ve failed you all so that I know the details of my sins.” It isn’t derisive, there’s a genuineness that Abner can’t keep out of his voice. He doesn’t want to know all the pain he could have protected his family from, but he needs to. Because he was selfish to wallow in his own grief while there were other people who needed him. He shouldn’t have let himself put his own feelings first in his life when he still had family hurting just as much with the loss of Della. “Please, Gladstone.”

#ducktaleswcooo #interaction | abner

[krillconoisseur]

@ducktales-wco-oo​​ 🔧; Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera

🦐; Fethry’s welcome back at the lab was quite an earful from Dr. Gearloose, the immediate confiscation of that handy propeller do-dad, and a gigantic mess with his name on it. Or, at least, close to his name on it. Every other conversation he was “Frankie,” “Frannie,” or “Freddy.” All lovely names, but none of them his. Names just became an afterthought once you were important enough, he supposed.

Over an hour later, Fethry was perched upon a ladder to scrape the excess donut batter off the ceiling, humming show tunes to himself despite being told repeatedly to keep it down. This would be so much easier if he still had that hat. Despite being hard at work, he’s barely made a dent in the overall mess.

Which was fine. According to Gyro, he was fired as soon as the lab was clean, anyhow. Fethry was no stranger to losing a job on his first day, but this one stung him quite a bit. He’d hoped things would’ve been different this time.

“There!” He grunted, finally getting one particularly hard-to-reach crevasse as he tip-toed on the top rung. At this rate, he’d be able to work through the night and perhaps make it through half of a second day on the job.

#ducktaleswcooo #{fenton tbd.} #{rp.} #//; oof this came out way longer than i intended ahjdcjhgd ;//

[gamblealifearchived1]

dragcnsden asked: “I can see it in your eyes... you’ve been hurting for a long time, haven’t you?” - (Fenton @ Shadow uwu )

@ducktales-wco-oo​​​

    Talking with Fenton has been surprisingly easy for him. Normally it took a LOT to get Shadow to open up to where they were today, but the waterfowl has shown him both empathy & compassion to which it felt almost new to him. It's like he's no longer a stranger in Duckburg anymore with their help. Eyes are closed peacefully as he sits upon the bench, merely enjoying the gentle breeze blowing past him. He's listening to the others walking around, small smile upon his muzzle as they're no longer picking him apart from the crowd. 

                                 It's almost like he's waiting for someone. 

Legs kick while gloved hands grip at the bench. Scarlet hues peeking open to peer into the crowd. It's only minutes later when Fenton joins him does he give a small hum of acknowledgement. "Thanks for, you know, offering me company." he says in a small voice, casting a side ways glance at the duck.  

“I can see it in your eyes... you’ve been hurting for a long time, haven’t you?” Well, fuck. Had he always been that readable since arriving falling? He grimaces slightly, swiftly adverting his gaze. 

" ... Is it really that obvious ? " Voice is just above a whisper, he's almost certain Fenton can't hear him. "I might not remember much, but that's what I remember. An angelic face & pain."

#( meme responses. ) #⋆Hurry up & save me; I just wanna feel alive & I do when I'm with you - Shadow/Fenton tag♡ #ducktales-wco-oo || Fenton #ducktales-wco-oo #( WHOOPS. I made it a bit more angsty;; ) #( amnesia time u3u ) #( .closed. ) #( main. ) #Muse; Shadow the Hedgehog #( & NOW I sleep;; ) #ducktaleswcooo

[garbagisms]

drew @dragcns-den 's characters ( Felton ) being loved on by Gyro and my Oc: Archie.

Based the pose loosely on this pose. ( was tempted to add fenton in the bg but )

#mouse art. #ducktaleswcooo

[xdeerxhealerx]

{{ @ducktales-wco-oo }}

Danessa and Sprint were in the middle of the flower meadow. The warm Spring weather was here as the gentle wind brushed against her cheek. She closed her eyes as Sprint did the same thing. Danessa sat down and was using her magic to make the flower petals dance in the clear blue sky.

#ducktaleswcooo

[sidestreetmuses]

❝  Taxes are stupid.... If I was in charge, I'd make it so Taxes were illegal.  ❞  Angel says, peeking over Joe's shoulder at the forms he's hunched over. Resting his chin on the older man's shoulder— the chair Angel is on precariously teetering a bit from his haphazard leaning —he continues,  ❝  I'd also make it to where you didn't need money anyway. Or jobs. Because y'know- no money..... because those are stupid too.  ❞

@ducktales-wco-oo

“If you don’t get them filed properly, you’ll be answering to the Director.” Joe laughs, double checking the documents with what could only be described as a ‘dad squint’. “And if you have to answer to him, he’s just as likely to hand you off to Heron for her experiments. So we do our dumb taxes and put the right shell company as our employer instead of FOWL.”

#ducktaleswcooo #interaction | joe

[tunnagana]

How long has it been since he’s last seen Abner? Long enough for the loon-duck to take pause, ruby-rose hues wavering slightly as they briefly flit up and down as if trying to discern whether it actually IS his older brother he’s spotted. That’s a troubling fact; not knowing for certain from a glance. But frankly, it’s not as if he can be blamed for it… Does Abner know it’s him? He should, right? Yeah… He should…. Kind of like how Fethry shouldn’t have needed to silence his initial uncertainties.

Then again, Fethry does cut a distinctive form. With a heavily-speckled face and neck, big bright red eyes standing out amongst petite features, the loon-duck scrawnier and smaller than someone of his breed or age should be. But it’s always been that way… Blinking dumbly like a deer in the headlights, mouth opens to say something- anything… But to his dismay, words refuse to come. Instead a few rapid hoots slip out in succession, an instinctive call he hadn’t used since he was a child; calling for his brother to come over and be near him again. —  ( *shoves Fethry @ Abner  jgbkuhgghj ) | @ducktales-wco-oo​

It’s an instinctive shift, a low hoot leaving him in response as Abner’s body moves on autopilot toward Fethry. He knows Fethry’s calls anywhere, even after all this time. How could he not? His little brother had been the center of his world since the moment his egg was laid, Abner’s absences in his life recently only in his own misguided attempts at protecting Fethry first from the sight of their mother wasting away, and then from Abner’s own explosive emotional state having lost her and Della too close together for his heart to handle.

As soon as he’s close enough, strong, calloused hands wrap around Fethry, holding him close as if he’s the only thing tethering Abner to reality. And perhaps, in this moment, he really is. There’s an ocean sent clinging to his brother and he has questions, but no doubt that he’s the same but with the sent of pine sap and sawdust. Words that build in Abner’s chest die in his throat and it’s all he can do to just hold Fethry close for the first time in a decade. Longer? Too long, either way. He just needs his brother, now that he’s found him.

#interaction | abner #ducktaleswcooo

[ducktales-wco-oo]

“I am the terror that rises with the sun, I am the bed bug that nibbles on flesh of crime, I am your fiancè Drake Mallard!”

In a flash, the taller male appears behind Fenton, the smaller duck who happened to be wearing his pink flannel shirt, which obviously did not belong to him. From his insatiable grin to his oh so dramatic tone, Drake took the pleasure to ham it up as he wrapped his arms around the smaller’s person.

“The crime for stealing my shirt is punishable by morning breath kisses and cuddles.~”

- ✩ { @amaranthinemuses } ✩

{ ☆ } Ever since Fenton was certain Drake didn’t mind if he borrowed his clothes, there was a substantial increase of flannel shirts going missing… Only to be found draped on the small duck, oftentimes messy-haired and bleary-eyed as he stumbles around their home. There’s just something soothing about being enveloped in Drake’s clothes, like being held in his embrace even when not near his fiancè. The comforting feel of the plaid-fabric between his fingers as he fiddles with it, his lover’s scent washing over him, and whenever he sleeps in one of Drake’s shirts, rest comes a bit easier than usual. Dreams are… better.

Yawning as he stretches, back cracking and a small grunt escaping, Fenton blinks sleepily to try and refocus his vision. After a few days of grueling work— both science and hero based —he had finally collapsed into a heap onto the bed for- he doesn’t know how long. Based on how he can STILL barely think, he’s guessing not nearly long enough. But no matter. All he needs is something to eat and a massive energy drink and he’ll be good as ne-

Blinking with surprise at the sudden intrusion, Fenton begins to turn towards the sound of Drake’s voice. But sluggish movements are halted by arms quickly wrapping around him, enticing laughter to bubble out from his chest in melodious glee. Drake’s antics never fail to endear Fenton, soft feathers already puffing to become even more comfortable in the taller male’s embrace, face flushed thanks to his heart’s sped rhythm.  “PFfffffff… Draaaaaaake!” He lightly ‘complains’, wriggling around in the other’s hold, but with NO intention of breaking free. If anything, it’s merely an invitation for Drake to hold him firmer.

“I thought punishments were supposed to discourage further criminal activity.” Fenton quips, angling his head in an attempt to see Drake. Hands moving to hold Drake’s arms, he burrows deeper against him with a content hum. “Frankly, your threat doesn’t sound very effective.” Not one to be deterred by something as minor as ‘morning breath’— as they BOTH can attest, Fenton known for tackling his fiancè with affection as soon as possible —Fenton is ready to eagerly accept this justice with open arms… In fact-

“Honestly, I think I might have just been enticed into a life of crime…” Fenton teasingly adds, lightly booping the underside of Drake’s chin with his beak, “Don’t be surprised if you find yourself missing a substantial amount of shirts.” { ☆ }

#(Fenton loves Drake so much I can't even explain it- They are dorks and I adore them) #(Hghgngngngnnn... X3 ) #ducktaleswcooo #submission #ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴍʏ ꜱʜᴏᴛ! ❞ ¦ 「 Fenton IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏɴᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɪᴛ; ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɪᴛ... ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Fenton 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜɪᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Drake Mallard/Darkwing Duck 」 #amaranthinemuses #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ! ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」

[multipleohseas-a]

@ducktales-wco-oo | Human

Stretching from his side of the bed, Dana mouthed popping noises sleepily as he looked over to his side with a half-lidded, odd-eyed gaze. The blue eye’s pupil widened seeing the depression on the left side of the bed. His boyfriend most likely had to leave for his work at the lab. Only...Dana did not see any sign or a note that he left. While he understood that his sun was probably in a rush, he usually had the time to at least leave a message...

The brunet perks up when he hears clanging and noises from the other room. Sitting up, rolling out of the bed in what he could only assume was one of his bf’s shirts ( he doesn’t really care right now ), he makes his way to the source, only to find it in the kitchen. With his boyfriend doing...what exactly?

“ ‘Mornin’ sun. What...is that?”

#magic daring mystery ( ic. ) #ducktaleswcooo #// i made it so if you had a different name for fents for his human verse you can just put it there #// you dont have to respond im just in the mood

[ripcord-mcquack]

@ducktales-wco-oo

It had been far too long since Ripcord had last seen his son in person. Launchpad had left when he’d been nothing more than a boy. Seeing him now, all grown up brought a mist to Ripcord’s eyes. When he’d left, Launchpad had hardly been to Ripcord’s chest in height and he’d been skinny as a twig. Now? He was close to his own height, and he’d gained his muscle mass just as any McQuack naturally seemed to.

“Son... It’s great ta see ya,” he said, beaming. “Ya grew up a heck of a lot while you were off globetrottin’!”

He clapped Launchpad on the shoulder, still smiling.

“Why don’t ya tell me about some of the stuff you’ve been doin’ while ya’ve been gone?”

#ducktaleswcooo

[sidestreetmuses]

❝ isn’t he even going to say goodbye ? ❞  Dalisay pipes up as she watches the guy leave without a word. Not that it’s any of her business, but it just seemed like those two were a thing. Or had just DONE a thing… but either way, she would think a ‘bye-bye’ would be in order. Sucking on her boba tea as she sits at a small table outside the cute cafe, wide eyes are curiously focused on the stranger who apparently, she is conversing with now.

Licking a stray drop of drink off her beak, she then wipes her face with an arm before adding,  ❝  Seems kind of rude, don’t you think?  ❞  

@ducktales-wco-oo

“Oh, he’s an asshole. Always has been, always will be.” Darcie shrugs, before giving the other woman a grin. She’s never been one to shy away from free conversation and Chad’s too far off to be a jerk about anything right now so Darcie sits across from the stranger, slipping her bag off her shoulder to pull out her sketchbook. New people means new inspiration and that was the entire point of traveling.

“Do me a favor, never date a man named Chad. They’re really just all like that.” She adds, flipping the book open to a blank page.

#ducktaleswcooo #interaction | darcie

[tunnagana]

" i'm just so tired of pretending everything's fine! " - (Fethry @ Abner) | @ducktales-wco-oo​

“Feths...”

He doesn’t know what to do. How long has it been since Abner’s been in a position to actually help his brother through anything remotely serious? Too long. Far too long. And he can’t say he’s ever been an expert at emotions or expressing them. A hand runs through his hair before he takes a step closer to Fethry.

“Maybe the first step’s to, uh...” Fuck, how did anyone do this? “Shit, if you want to go off, Feth, go off. I’ll listen. You know I will.”

#interaction | abner #ducktaleswcooo