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ducktoonsfanart · 18 days

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Darkwing Duck and Duck Avenger (PKNA) with their families as superheroes in action (redraw) - Darkwing Duck, Duck comics and Quack Pack AU - Duckverse - Happy my birthday!

I haven't contacted you for a long time because of my problems, but here I am to say that the day has come, that is, today is my birthday (5th April). Yes, I celebrate the same day, when Akira Toriyama, the creator of Dragon Ball, the best manga and anime for me, was born on this day. Certainly a big thank you to him for that!

Well, considering that most people don't know about it, I'm going to publish my tribute, i.e. a redraw of my drawings and that I drew what I like the most. This is a redraw of an old drawing where I drew Duck Avenger (Donald Duck) and Darkwing Duck (Drake Mallard) together in action along with their wives, partners and their children as superheroes. By the way, it's part of my fanfiction that I'm currently writing and it's about that crossover between Duck Avenger and Darkwing Duck. For more stuff see my old drawing code: https://ducktoonsfanart.tumblr.com/post/666638654144446464/ducklooney-now-a-big-surprise-especially-for

Yes, Drake and Donald have similar personalities and have the same angry jerk ego that puts them at odds together (and I love that), but they are also great superheroes and protect their towns (Duckburg and St. Canard) from various villains. And then there's Morgana Macawber, a witch from Transylvania and sometimes Drake's love interest who mostly deals with magic, Daisy Duck as She-Wenger (Paperinika, Super Daisy) as a special version, Uno (One-Uno Ducklair A.I. duck who helps and tasks Paperinik ), Launchpad McQuack, Gosalyn Mallard as Quiverwing Quack (yes Gosalyn is a teenager here and is the same number of years as HDL) and of course Donald's nephews Huey, Dewey and Louie (they are teenagers as from Quack Pack) as T-Squad superheroes (my version). Huey is the Red Shadow, Dewey is the Blue Cyclops and Louie is the Green Avenger. Similar to the old drawing, but significantly modified which I did in my own ways by combining various styles into one. I hope you like it! Also Happy Anniversary Darkwing Duck and PKNA Version Duck Avenger!

If you want to see more of this and if you liked this drawing, feel free to like and reblog this, but please don't use these same ideas and versions without my permission and without mentioning me! Thank you! And it's time for action! Let's Get Dangerous! And happy birthday to me!

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jenkys-hoard · 4 months

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So this has been rattling my brain lol

#donald duck #pkna #uno ducklair #paperinik #comic

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rosiesdisneydrama · 7 months

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Funny thought I had at work:

What if Donald's family (mostly his sister/cousins) did notice him grieving after Uno was shut down?

Donald is upset about something but very tight-lipped about what and why. Up until one of them manages to get him to talk a little bit about it. (maybe Feathery? He seems like the sort who'd try to comfort someone without judging them or promising to listen no matter what) And then they all extrapolate/misinterpret the reason from the crumbs they worm out of him.

Donald, obviously, doesn't want to tell them that Ducklair shut down his AI friend, and kicked him out of the tower without giving him the chance to say goodbye. And he doesn't know if he'll ever see them again (if Ducklair ever reactivates Uno). It's something that he really doesn't know how to fix it or make it better.

What his family gets out of him are:

There was a secret floor to Ducklair Tower that Donald had a friend living in.

The friend couldn't leave the tower, or even that specific floor. They could only see the world outside through windows and cameras.

Donald's friend had a lot of respect/a previously very good relationship with Ducklair himself.

His friend is now "gone" and Donald doesn't think he'll ever see them again.

Ducklair's comments/behavior were really out of character compared to the previous times Donald had seen or spoken to them. Shockingly harsh/cold.

And, considering the wildness of their family, these facts get twisted in a really interesting way.

Eventually, after the rest of the family (I'm mostly picturing Della, Gladstone, and Fethry. Maybe Abner, for funsies) do some serious debating to piece it all together without upsetting Donald even more, they make a loose frame of what they think the core issue is.

The end result?

They think Uno is a secret son that Ducklair was hiding because he had serious health issues that meant he couldn't leave the tower. Potentially because whatever health equipment he needed was there and couldn't be moved. The specific tower he'd lived in had potentially been sold by accident and when Donald was registered as the caretaker of the tower the security system let him onto the floor that Uno had lived in.

Potentially, Uno was also the reason Donald kept bailing on them while he worked there. Because the super-sick heir lived in a super high-tech building made by a mad genius, so there was a non-zero chance that their cousin was beating back crooks and wannabe villains who thought they could steal stuff to attack the city there. They wish he had brought them in on it to help more if that was the case.

And, finally, that friend had likely passed away and Ducklair's mood change was potentially due to poorly handled grief. There is a small chance that Ducklair had pulled a plug due to not being able to find a cure but it's hard to imagine because the man never seemed the sort.

(Also, since they have no idea if Ducklair has ever been married, there is the possibility that his son was actually a clone because the man was a Mad Scientist and anything was possible with those types. Which could also explain why no one knew the son existed in the first place.)

But this is the Duck family, so this also played like it's a soap opera/telenovela. It gets wild, especially when Gladstone's luck brings Layla in and she fights to keep her laughter internal as she watches the trainwreck of errors from the cousins trying to piece together Donald's secret life.

Oh, and they also think Uno was Donald's boyfriend, and one of the reasons he never told them was to hide him from Scrooge.

#ducktales #donald duck #duck avenger #paperinik #disney duckverse #uno ducklair #everett ducklair #della duck #gladstone gander #fethry duck #lyla lay #duno

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ducktr0ducin · 9 months

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Doodled some duck ships last night

#oh god I gotta tag everyone #jose carioca #donald duck #darkwing duck #launchpad mcquack #uno ducklair #goldie o'gilt #scrooge mcduck #panchito pistoles #gyro gearloose #fuck adding the ships #ned's doodle corner

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resurfaced-dtcomic · 10 months

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Resurfaced Chapter 2: Meet the Boys

(Pgs.1-8)

More frequent updates will happen ! Hope you enjoy!

#donald duck #pkna #uno ducklair #paperinik #ducktales #donodin #odin eidolon #huey duck #dewey duck #louie duck #webby mcduck #webby may and june #my comic

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kiiriminna · 4 months

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The story of Donald and One from friends to lovers and how One became part of the (Mc)Duck family (but it's a slow burn).

Series of connected oneshots that I've resently started to translate in english. Part 5 is now up, more will soon follow. I attempt to post one or two stories every week, depending on my schedule and how much editing each one of those needs.

It's going to be a long journey, so if you're interested, please buckle up, bring some popcorn with you and enjoy!

#pkna #paperinik new adventures #paperinik #duck avenger #donald duck #pk uno #uno ducklair #donuno #duno #donodin #my fanfics

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secretpostsposts · 1 year

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Ok I'm just going to leave this here.....

(The Mario Bros. movie is coming.)

We all know that Bowser has children, are they 7 or are they 8? I don't remember very well.

But he is a great father!, and we all refuse to believe that Bowser is nothing more than a loving father who loves his children and is proud of all of them.

Having said that; You know who else is a great dad.

Donald Duck.

And I love DuckTales so here is this.

Bowser and Donald meet.

Here are two:

1. They talk about their children and their achievements, boasting like proud parents.

2. Or they would have a big fight over the children (who is the better father, which is better his children than the other's) a paternity fight.

(Della would chime in, but Bowser wouldn't see her as the mother of either of the triplets, "It doesn't count that you gave birth to them, he raised them he's the father")

And since I have something with the green guys...

I see Uno and Luigi, there is only one in the corner supporting or trying to stop the "fight".

#donald duck #uno ducklair #luigi #bowser #duno #bowuigi #They are good parents but like to argue #Donald is the 1 dad/uncle #Bowser also but wants to take the position of donut #Luigi and Uno get along but also have a little fun watching their partners fight.#Stop the fight before the kids see it #mario movie #super mario

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uncaaj · 6 months

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Fanfic - Caught in a Capsule Part 2: Newfound Coffee Mates (PKNA x Beastars)

PART 1 | part 2 | PART 3 COMING SOON...

READ NOW ON AO3!

I returned to a conscious state aware of a numbness throughout my arm. My eyes shot open. I wondered what was suddenly causing this. As I looked to my right, a sea of matted gray fur gave me my answer.

I exhaled. “Legoshi, you’re on top of my arm,” I hissed, straining to yank my numb appendage free.

It wasn’t uncommon for the events in my past to plague me with nightmares, nor for me to believe the worlds of my dark dreams and reality would cross over. But here I was, safe, in the capsule I had booked for us earlier in the night.

My earlier remark hadn’t just fallen on deaf ears; it fell on snoring ears. I shook his shoulder with my free hand. “Get off me, you idiot,” I grunted.

“Head hurts…” Legoshi breathed. He rolled over and I took that opportunity to pull my arm free from under his chest. The pins and needles came in full force as I opened and closed my hand to get the blood flowing again.

“I’m never sharing a capsule with you again,” I whispered tersely. As my right arm began to feel normal again, I became aware of my thirst. Checking my phone, I saw it was indeed morning. 7:39 am. As good a time as any to get another day started. I rose up and stretched the best I could in the cramped space, then crawled to the capsule entrance, undid the shutter, and opened the door. Looking to my right brought me face to face with a European-looking duck with sideburns.

“Oh! Did I wake you? I apologize.” I kept my voice low to avoid waking other guests.

“It’s quite alright,” the duck responded. “I was already awake.” The first surprise of the day, a foreigner knowing perfect Japanese. “Is your arm okay?” the duck continued, “Poor circulation is a recipe for disaster.”

“Don’t worry about me,” I responded. He must’ve heard me. These capsule walls were thin. “I can handle my friend.”

“You consider me a friend?” asked Legoshi.

I turned back to him. He was sitting up, eyes shut, good ear twitching. “I’m in a capsule hotel with you in yesterday’s clothes after you drank more plum wine than a grizzly bear,” I remarked. “The situation speaks for itself.”

“Uno, what’s all the racket?” quacked another duck in English. So I was talking to Uno. Was that name Spanish or Italian? And who was this other male duck with him?

Uno looked back. “Nothing, hero,” he said in English. “Just chatting with our neighbors.”

So this Uno was multilingual, impressive. But why did he call the other duck “hero?” Like a superhero?

“Tell ‘em to go back to sleep,” came the other voice. “My head hurts.” You’re not the only one, duck-san.

“As you crawl out to see for yourself,” Uno quipped. Uno focused back on me and the “hero” stuck his head out to see what was going on. Uno blinked. The other duck’s eyes grew wide and he quacked in shock. His hand slipped on the capsule’s hard plastic edge and he lost his balance and tumbled, rear over tea kettle onto the thin carpet below.

“What happened?” I asked. Uno pointed above me. Looking behind me, I saw Legoshi the gray wolf looking out with an empty gaze. His bad bedhead was especially bad this morning. How a lumbering klutz like him snuck up on us, I’ll never know. He looked down at the duck below laying with his rear in the air, then back up to Uno. “Is he okay?” he murmured.

Uno chuckled nervously. “He will be. Since we’re all wide awake now, would you like to join us for coffee?”

Legoshi yawned for what seemed like minutes, baring his fangs toward our capsule neighbors.

I said, “I know a place nearby.”

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It was a short walk to the café nearest to the hotel. I sniffed my maroon sweatshirt and the stale plum wine made my head hurt even more. My first hangover and it made me not want to drink alcohol ever again. Ducks are a rarity on this side of the world yet I, like others, found them endlessly fascinating. The way their feet slapped on the sidewalk with each step, the majestic beak, the…brazenness of not wearing pants. If anyone told me I would wake up after my 20th birthday and get coffee with two ducks that happened to be in the capsule next to us, I’d have not believed them.

But then, I stopped listening to those questions long ago.

The café was dimly lit and smelled of cinnamon inside, calming me. The duck called Uno volunteered to stand in line for coffee, so we hunted- er, searched for a table for us and his companion. I slid into the inside of the booth while Louis sat beside me. The duck in the sailor suit took the other side. He was so small, especially compared to me. I wondered who should start the conversation. Out of the corner of my eye, Louis was busy checking his phone. The duck was glancing between us. Did he even know any Japanese?

I found out as he cleared his throat and pointed at himself. “Uh, w-watashi wa namae wa…uh…Donald desu,” he said, trying his hardest to talk to us.

Louis shook his head, but I was glad he even gave it a shot. Before I could respond, Louis said, “Not bad, but we know English if that’s more comfortable for you.”

Donald the duck blinked. “Oh. Really? Thanks. I appreciate it.”

Louis excelled at English. He needed it for his work at Horns. I couldn’t express myself as eloquently as he could, but I wasn’t worried about sounding like a fool.

“My name is Louis, and the wolf is named Legoshi.” Louis gestured his antlers toward me.

“Hi,” I mumbled, waving. “I, er, don’t see ducks in Japan very often.” I wanted to understand him as much as possible, like with all creatures.

“Well, me and Uno are on vacation,” said Donald. “We’re from the USA.”

“I see,” nodded Louis.

“Y’know, I have a nephew named Louie,” said Donald, beaming. “Llewelyn, actually. My sister named him.”

“Lewrelyn…? Loolehwyn-“ The name died in my snout and I shook my head out. That letter still gave me trouble every now and again. So much for not sounding like a fool.

“And that’s why he’s Louie,” Donald said with a chuckle. “Don’t worry about it.”

I felt my cheeks getting hot anyway and I hoped Donald couldn’t see my blush. Well out of high school and I still couldn’t help it sometimes.

That’s when Uno returned, drink carrier in hand. “Right,” he said, “black coffee with sugar?”

“That’s for me,” said Louis, grabbing the cup Uno set in front of him.

“Cappuccino with soy milk?”

“Thank you very much.” I nodded and received the next cup.

“Chai latte for me, and a double Americano for you. And for all of us,” Uno said, setting down a loaded plate in the middle of the table, “assorted pastries.”

Donald took the only remaining cup as Uno took his seat next to him. “Thanks, Uno,” said the sailor duck.

“Nothing like a warm cup of coffee to stimulate you after last night, eh?” Louis asked me.

“Is that why you rented a capsule?” Uno inquired. “They’re very convenient for late-night wanderers like ourselves.”

“Especially when someone here drank an entire bottle of plum wine down to the last drop,” said Louis, nudging me in the side.

This embarrassment seemed never ending. “It tasted good!” I defended. “And I don’t have much experience with alcohol.” I scratched the back of my neck.

“What was the occasion?” Donald asked, sipping his coffee.

“Legoshi’s 20th birthday,” Louis answered.

Donald spat out his sip, turning toward the wall just in time. “Wait, you’re only 20?!” he choked. “You’re huge! And you’re just a kid!”

I laughed. “I’m doing well for myself. I have an apartment, a job and a girlfriend.” Saying it out loud made me feel proud. “Of course, I’m nowhere near Louis.”

“Have some pride in your situation, though,” said Louis.

“May I ask, are you a sailor or is that a school uniform?” I asked, staring at Donald’s attire.

Donald looked at his shirt, then smiled. “Oh, no, it’s just what I’ve worn all my life, even when I was in school. They never required uniforms though, thank heavens.”

“How far removed from school are you, if I may?” Louis asked.

“I’m 36.”

It was my turn to be shocked. “Y-you’re so tiny! And you’ve lived that long? Amazing!”

“It’s not much either, but I’ve done some living of my own.”

Uno eyed Donald. “My turn to say you should have pride for your situation.”

“You’re right, Uno, especially when it brought us to such a neat place.”

I wanted to ask,” said Louis, “what have you done in Japan so far?”

“We went on a bar crawl last night, but we haven’t had proper time for sightseeing,” said Uno.

I made a decision. “Do you want to spend the day with us?”

“Are you sure you’re up for that?” said Louis. “Do you remember what you did last night? And what about your clothes?”

I remembered that plum wine smell that made my throat burn. “You’re right. I could get this washed at the hotel, and we could visit the baths to pass the time.”

“I’m game,” said Donald. “I could use a bath as well.”

My tail began thumping against my seat. This was shaping up to be a great morning.

#ducktales #fanfiction #donald duck #duck avenger #pkna #disney ducks #disney comics #beastars #one pkna #uno ducklair #coffee #humor #legoshi #louis beastars #first person pov

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