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[dimewitch]

((Explanation as to why I’m here))

So for those of you coming over from my Scrooge blog ( @unclescroogie ) notice that I’ve been queuing things up over there. Why? Well it’s because I feel as though I’m overworking my DT muses. So I came over here to try some new stuff. Feel free to interact with either blog as you all see fit.

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Another duck dump with 100% more femslash! I’ve been trying to come up with a reboot style design for Daisy so there’s a few of those in here. Then I started to ship her with Della and that turned into a triangle with Magica, and Morgana snuck in there, too.

This is what happens when my favorite show is on hiatus for too long. I turn all the women into lesbians.

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adventuring-pilot:

Della didn’t let go of hurt easily, especially when it was her heart that was broken. She had many lovers in her life, and none of them had ever hurt her as badly as Magica had. Della had found the sorceress both fascinating and alluring when they first met. She had befriended Magica easily, she had grown to trust her and even love. She had told her things she couldn’t even tell her twin brother. Seeing Magica used to make Della so happy and she wished that happiness would never end. But like a broken airplane it had ended in a crash and the scars on her heart were deep.

Della’s hands balled into fists and her eyes narrowed dangerously. She should have turned around and stormed off the moment she saw Magica, but something stopped her. Della wasn’t sure what that something was yet. “I could ask you the same question,” she said, her voice almost a growl. “You’ve got some nerve showing your face around here.”

“I’ve got some nerve! Last time I checked, you were the one who stormed off without letting me explain myself.” Magica snapped back before she sighed and took a  step back. There was no point in screaming, where would that get her... A look of pure sorrow spread across her face like a poison before disappearing behind the veil of her protective stature. She wouldn’t let Della see how much she hurt, how bad it stung her. Brushing midnight hair out of her face, she adjusted herself so she looked more powerful than how she felt. She felt powerless, the exact opposite of how she tried to appear, the witch knew that Della could see right through it because that was the person the pilot was.

She had seen Magica in her entirety, she had grabbed hold of that heart and cradled it like a priceless artifact in every respect. Now what had become of that? Those emotions had transformed from pleasant to painful. A wave of emotion, leading to only pain. She wanted to pull Della into an embrace, to apologize, but that wouldn’t work. That would only make things worse. “Never mind, someone like you would never understand.”

Undone

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Just one more minute.

Please.

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Rainfall

@duckfam

The moon hung high in the sky, her night had just begun, and she was enjoying it. The streets were too quiet and she loved it, the isolation that came from the presences of Duckburg hiding away from the rain. She was here not because she wanted to be, but because she was searching for something. She was searching for something that hid from her so often that she couldn’t even think straight. She had found it– not Scrooge’s number one dime, sadly that was a harder trinket to gather, but something that could help her obtain such an object. She will take over the world with the power of the ancient gods eventually. Granted that may not be now but she will certainly do it. As she slipped through the darkened streets, made wet by the ever heavy rainfall, she found that her mission was going to be a success, she was going to find what she was looking for.

At least she thought so until she felt her search be rudely interrupted. Her dark umbrella held over her head, she cast a glare back behind her to the figure she saw just out of her vision. She had sensed them, her abilities making it so easy to feel when there was someone just out of her vision. She knew, she knew so well, that the person standing there was going to get in her way if they knew what she was looking for. The artifact she planned to steal from a mere antique shop that didn’t understand it’s value! It was so valuable, to worth something that there was no way she would let some fool buy it and use it as basic decorum. It was worth more than every soul in this damned city– except Scrooge that is, his soul was worth quite a bit due to that lucky dime of his. This item will give her the ability to stop time, a clock with such a talent that perhaps she could conquer the world with it alone– that is if it’s power wasn’t so limited. If she could get her hands on it than she could very well get that dime with ease and the old duck would be none the wiser.

“Can I help you?” She asked, her voice sharp and cold, she was not in the easiest to humor mood, and she was certainly not too keen on being interrupted like this.

((If you don’t want to reply to this starter/you prefer to plot before RPing feel free to IM me, I wont be offended or upset. These starters are here solely to cut out that middle man known as awkwardness.))

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Captive

@overprotective-uncle

“What are you doing here!?” She shouted, her rage coming out in her sharp tone and clenched fists. What was he doing here!? She wanted Scrooge not this imbecile! Not this man who always got in her way it seemed. Him and a few others, she swore she would never be able to escape anybody from the old duck’s family. She wanted them to stop interrupting her plans, stop foiling them as if they were no good. Perhaps they really were no good, but they worked well enough when the spells actually wanted to do what she wanted them too! This time was not one of those times, this time was one of those times where she could see with the sharp eye of her abilities that her magic was not cooperating in the slightest, luck had it out for her it seemed.

She released the male from her trap, let him fall to the ground with little remorse. A rough sigh escaped her throat as she went to her books again. She had to find where she messed up, had to figure it out so she’d never have to see this fool’s face again. “Where did the spell go wrong? I don’t get it…” She slipped around her library, fast and quick like a snake slips around it’s prey. What could she have done wrong at all? She did everything right. Pulling out a few books she looked through them, flipping the pages with speed and precision. Her eyes ran over the words, the text on each page, before grumbling and putting the book back in it’s place. Could it be that it was just not the proper spell for that job? Could it be that she just made a mistake. Perhaps some other fool was with the old duck! Or perhaps she said something that made those she was asking to give her strength confused. The oracles of the universe probably misunderstood and gave her the wrong result. It happens to tons of witches– it’s like trying to level with a genie. It’s extremely difficult, you can’t use any figuratively language otherwise they just wouldn’t understand in the slightest.

“Well it doesn’t matter now I guess, since I can’t reverse what has happened.” Another sigh from her, should she just kick him out at this point than? She could if she really wanted to, give him the boot and send him sprawling outside, but at the same time she could use the other if she really wanted to. Hold him hostage and have him be her bargaining chip! Perhaps that’ll give her the lucky dime!

((If you don’t want to reply to this starter/you prefer to plot before RPing feel free to IM me, I wont be offended or upset. These starters are here solely to cut out that middle man known as awkwardness.))

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Obstacle

@therichestduck

“What are you doing here!?” She shouted, her rage coming out in her sharp tone and clenched fists. What was he doing here!? She wanted Scrooge not this imbecile! Not this man who always got in her way it seemed. Him and Gladstone she swore she would never be able to escape either. She wanted them both to stop interrupting her plans, stop foiling them as if they were no good. Perhaps they really were no good, but they worked well enough when the spells actually wanted to do what she wanted them too! This time was not one of those times, this time was one of those times where she could see with the sharp eye of her abilities that her magic was not cooperating in the slightest, luck had it out for her it seemed.

She released the male from her trap, let him fall to the ground with little remorse. A rough sigh escaped her throat as she went to her books again. She had to find where she messed up, had to figure it out so she’d never have to see this fool’s face again. “Where did the spell go wrong? I don’t get it...” She slipped around her library, fast and quick like a snake slips around it’s prey. What could she have done wrong at all? She did everything right. Pulling out a few books she looked through them, flipping the pages with speed and precision. Her eyes ran over the words, the text on each page, before grumbling and putting the book back in it’s place.

Could it be that it was just not the proper spell for that job? Could it be that she just made a mistake. Perhaps some other fool was with the old duck! Or perhaps she said something that made those she was asking to give her strength confused. The oracles of the universe probably misunderstood and gave her the wrong result. It happens to tons of witches-- it’s like trying to level with a genie. It’s extremely difficult, you can’t use any figuratively language otherwise they just wouldn’t understand in the slightest.

“Well it doesn’t matter now I guess, since I can’t reverse what has happened.” Another sigh from her, should she just kick him out at this point than?

((If you don’t want to reply to this starter/you prefer to plot before RPing feel free to IM me, I wont be offended or upset. These starters are here solely to cut out that middle man known as awkwardness.))

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I love me some femslash ships. No fandom is complete without them!

I propose we call this one Del Spell.

Magica design created by @stasysolitude

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Undone

@adventuring-pilot

They had met so long ago hadn’t they? Ages ago it felt like, so long that it seemed almost as though an eternity had past. It was a happy accident for her, something that she loathed as much as she loved. They met surrounded by dust and books, in a low lit room with little notice from anyone else. Magica had yet to go onto the other woman’s radar, had yet to be recognized to be a threat. Scrooge had no idea that she even really existed, had no idea that she wanted to go after his number one dime. Surrounded by books with old words and text from a time long gone, the witch let herself become a serpent. She let herself deceive just as she always has, she let herself trick someone who had nothing to do with it, let herself hurt someone whom she found herself--

She could recall, with a sort of vividness, the feelings she felt when she was around Della Duck. At first she just pretended, played the game and the roll she knew she could play well. The role of a close friend, but soon enough she felt herself tripping up. More and more she forgot about her task at hand and just fell into enjoying herself. She had found herself truly smiling, laughing, crying, screaming, all of it. All of those emotions were true because she made a mistake-- a mistake that was equally as good as it was bad. She let herself get attached like a fool. Let herself fall for her emotions, something that she learned now never to let herself do. It got extremely out of hand especially when things became too emotional.

‘I love you’

She said that didn’t she? She meant it too! After that initial month she meant every word she said, loved every feeling she felt, she had loved Della Duck more than her magic. She would never give up on the dime! Never! But she didn’t want to get it all the same because she didn’t want to loose her. She was torn over her life’s goal and her heart’s wishes. The ideal scenario would be to take over the world and ask Della to join her, as the pilot to leave the life she led behind so they could dominate everything, change everything to be their bidding-- hell she’d even spare the old duck and her family if that was her wish! So long as it meant having her there, but she couldn’t have both. She could never have both, if she brought it up to her, Magica was sure that the younger wouldn’t understand. And so she was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

She couldn’t decide which one! If she picked Della than she’d be throwing away everything in her life that she ever worked for, everything that she ever tried to accomplish. But if she picked world domination, than she would loose the one thing that made her happy in her life, the one thing that brought true joy to her heart. She did, eventually, make a decision-- but she waited too long to actually act upon it for the woman she had loved found out her plans. She found out what the original plan, which had been dashed and thrown away at this point, was. She had seen the truth, pulled away the veil and saw the crime she was holding. The crime that was no longer really hers anymore. Magica had picked Della, but the pilot would never know that.

They screamed at each other, shouted, fought, but it never turned violent. The conversation ended with Della storming out and that was the end of it. They stopped talking after that. Oh how she wished she could take it back, every moment she wished she could just take it all back. Take every little mistake, every sin back, she would do anything to fix things, to bring it back to the way it was. But at the same time there was a mission to be accomplished. She couldn’t just throw that away! Despite the fact that it hurt her, despite the fact that her heart was torn asunder and into tiny pieces, she would still go back and do the whole thing over and over again if it meant being able to experience that love again. She wanted to tell her that she gave up on the idea a long time ago, that it wasn’t how she felt anymore, but her pride wouldn’t allow it.

The emotion she felt when she locked a familiar gaze with the other was terror. She was terrified of the younger in so many ways, terrified of the emotions that could be afflicted upon her. But what hurt her the most was what she said in greeting. The greeting was once so kind, a gentle hello accompanied by a soft question of wellness. They would have such funny greetings, jokes past between girls who were more than happy to have just each other’s company and nobody else. They didn’t need anyone else. They were perfect together... That’s what Magica thought at least until she broke what she had by throwing it against a brick wall, watching it shatter like glass. Picking up one of the shards she threw it again every time she saw the other. Why? Because she was prideful...

“You again! What are you doing here?” She growled out, but in her eyes it showed just how pleading she was. Her face and her words said she was angry, she was enraged at how she was wronged. But her eyes, they told a totally different story. It told a story of how sad she was, how she missed her, and how she just wanted this to be fixed.

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this is not oki doki

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Send ❤ for a non-specific kiss...

Or select one (or more!) from the following. Feel free to combine them!

☺ - for a happy kiss ♦ - for a platonic kiss ☹ - for an angsty kiss ☠ - for an angry kiss ✧ - for a kiss on the hand ☆ - for a kiss on the neck ✗ - for a drunken kiss

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Duckvember #7-#11

Hero Duck & Villain Duck: Redraw from the “Dangerous Currency” comic.

Business Duck & Flirty Duck: Don Rosa’s “Hearts of the Yukon” wrecked me.

Magic Duck: I love @modmad‘s duck comics so much.

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MAGICA DE SPELL

𝔖𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔤𝔢 𝔐𝔠𝔇𝔲𝔠𝔨'𝔰 𝔬𝔩’ 𝔫𝔲𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔪𝔢!  ℑ𝔱'𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔡𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔖𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔤𝔢 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢. ℑ𝔱 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔰𝔶𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔠 𝔳𝔦𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔬��� 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔩, 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔡𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔡𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔯 𝔖𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔤𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢!“

Independent RP/Ask Blog Not at all Selective Crossover/Multiship/OC Friendly Includes Ducktales orig and remake Includes Comics and Movies Please Read the Rules before RPing 10+ Years of RP Experience Warning: Possible Triggers Spoilers Ahead, Autoplay Warning Penned by: Skeletalkitsune / Stitch

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Purple witch/mystical wolf aesthetic!

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Raindrop

@feathered-riches

The moon hung high in the sky, her night had just begun, and she was enjoying it. The streets were too quiet and she loved it, the isolation that came from the presences of Duckburg hiding away from the rain. She was here not because she wanted to be, but because she was searching for something. She was searching for something that hid from her so often that she couldn’t even think straight. She had found it– not Scrooge’s number one dime, sadly that was a harder trinket to gather, but something that could help her obtain such an object. She will take over the world with the power of the ancient gods eventually. Granted that may not be now but she will certainly do it. As she slipped through the darkened streets, made wet by the ever heavy rainfall, she found that her mission was going to be a success, she was going to find what she was looking for.

At least she thought so until she felt her search be rudely interrupted. Her dark umbrella held over her head, she cast a glare back behind her to the figure she saw just out of her vision. She had sensed them, her abilities making it so easy to feel when there was someone just out of her vision. She knew, she knew so well, that the person standing there was going to get in her way if they knew what she was looking for. The artifact she planned to steal from a mere antique shop that didn’t understand it’s value! It was so valuable, to worth something that there was no way she would let some fool buy it and use it as basic decorum. It was worth more than every soul in this damned city– except Scrooge that is, his soul was worth quite a bit due to that lucky dime of his. This item will give her the ability to stop time, a clock with such a talent that perhaps she could conquer the world with it alone– that is if it’s power wasn’t so limited. If she could get her hands on it than she could very well get that dime with ease and the old duck would be none the wiser.

“Can I help you?” She asked, her voice sharp and cold, she was not in the easiest to humor mood, and she was certainly not too keen on being interrupted like this.

((If you don’t want to reply to this starter/you prefer to plot before RPing feel free to IM me, I wont be offended or upset. These starters are here solely to cut out that middle man known as awkwardness.))

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Storm

@virtuosoofchaos

The moon hung high in the sky, her night had just begun, and she was enjoying it. The streets were too quiet and she loved it, the isolation that came from the presences of Duckburg hiding away from the rain. She was here not because she wanted to be, but because she was searching for something. She was searching for something that hid from her so often that she couldn’t even think straight. She had found it-- not Scrooge’s number one dime, sadly that was a harder trinket to gather, but something that could help her obtain such an object. She will take over the world with the power of the ancient gods eventually. Granted that may not be now but she will certainly do it. As she slipped through the darkened streets, made wet by the ever heavy rainfall, she found that her mission was going to be a success, she was going to find what she was looking for.

At least she thought so until she felt her search be rudely interrupted. Her dark umbrella held over her head, she cast a glare back behind her to the figure she saw just out of her vision. She had sensed them, her abilities making it so easy to feel when there was someone just out of her vision. She knew, she knew so well, that the person standing there was going to get in her way if they knew what she was looking for. The artifact she planned to steal from a mere antique shop that didn’t understand it’s value! It was so valuable, to worth something that there was no way she would let some fool buy it and use it as basic decorum. It was worth more than every soul in this damned city-- except Scrooge that is, his soul was worth quite a bit due to that lucky dime of his. This item will give her the ability to stop time, a clock with such a talent that perhaps she could conquer the world with it alone-- that is if it’s power wasn’t so limited. If she could get her hands on it than she could very well get that dime with ease and the old duck would be none the wiser.

“Can I help you?” She asked, her voice sharp and cold, she was not in the easiest to humor mood, and she was certainly not too keen on being interrupted like this.

((If you don’t want to reply to this starter/you prefer to plot before RPing feel free to IM me, I wont be offended or upset. These starters are here solely to cut out that middle man known as awkwardness.))

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Stranger

@kildaresgrizzocoot

How the nights lasted and the days were so short. It was something she enjoyed, something she loved about the winter– but not that was over. The nights were gone, they were being replaced by long days that made her head hurt and her mind run. She hated it, despised it, but at the same time she wasn’t sure what else she could say on the matter. She just had to wait patiently, wait for the time to tick away, for the year to age. As she worked and worked, mixing and casting, her spells seemed to grow ever more fruitful. While she wanted that dime, there were other things she also needed to accomplish. Other goals to meet while the nights were shortening.

She didn’t expect, however, for there to be an intruder. She hated intruders, her home was sacred, her place for casting, her world of her own. Here she was silently left alone, here she was forgotten about by the world. The world that had forsaken her so long ago, she didn’t need to see a single face of them while she was here. Why? Because that’s how she wanted it. She wanted herself to be hidden away, to be by her lonesome. If nobody came to bother her than she’d be happy. The only time she wanted to see anyone was when she left, when she escaped her home to go on the offensive, to launch another mind bending scheme.

“And who dares try to bother me this time…” She hissed sharply, her mind reeling as she went to go seek them out. This was not going to happen, this was not going to ever be the case. Never would she let a secret slip out, a hidden meaning show itself, if it could put this world she made for herself in jeopardy than she didn’t want to risk it. Seeking out the intruder, it was rather difficult but she found them, eventually, with a little help from her magic. Her spells were always so useful, her talents always so well prepared for her use. The character she found was rather… Unexpected.

“What do you think you’re doing!?”

((If you don’t want to reply to this starter/you prefer to plot before RPing feel free to IM me, I wont be offended or upset. These starters are here solely to cut out that middle man known as awkwardness.))