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A bit more on my contribution to @adamarinayu ‘s AU

And a Webby as a bonus as she notices her best friend has been (kidnapped) switched

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The Pilot’s Brother is definitely a Jonah: A Lost Twin AU for Ducktales 2017

For @donaldtheduckdad

ok so, i finally tried my hand at writing something and finally posting and what do you know! It’s for the Ducktales 2017 Fandom, my current obsession! WHOOP!

If you don’t know the Lost Twin AU its by @donaldtheduckdad  it’s a really great AU for the show, go check it out. @donaldtheduckdad  : I’m finally finished it here you go, i hope you enjoy it ((beware the duckfeels))

A wave crashes into the ship, knocking Donald flat onto his back, seeing stars and swallowing what seemed to be gallons of seawater. It hurts his head and makes his eyes sting and the taste of salt has invaded his mouth, but Donald’s never felt more alive. He’s in his element. No storm at sea is going to stop him.

 But in the back of his mind, Donald Duck, former E-5 Buck Sergeant, Navy Man, and current avid sailor, knew one thing he was sure of at the moment that worried him. And badly.

 It was unlucky to go on a journey by sea on Fridays.

 And today was Friday, and Donald Duck, going against all sailor superstitions and common sense, was on a ship, on a Friday. That happened to fall on his birthday.

Well, their birthday. Lucky to know if any misfortune happened to befall him, his twin sister would be their to share it with him.

 Donald had told Della so. Della had agreed, but only to appease her twin’s apprehensiveness and unease about the birthday outing; after all, their Uncle Scrooge had planned it, and Donald knew that there was no convincing Della out of an adventure. Della needs it. She lives on the adrenaline rushes and danger. She needed it now especially because she hadn’t been on one in ages.

 Scrooge had practically pushed them out the door, a smile on face, telling them to have fun.

 "No more stalling you too! Get on with it. Bring back souvenirs if ye can find any!“

 So off they went.

 Della Duck hadn’t been on an adventure in ages.

   (("Del, it’s only been 7 months”.

 "7 months too long, brother o'mine. Come on let’s get going, before Uncle Scrooge changes his mind about babysitting.“

 She of course didn’t leave before giving Huey, Dewey, and Louie a tight hug, and kiss, lamenting that they couldn’t come with them.

 "Maybe they’ll like boats, Donald, and grow up to be sailors like you.”

 Donald had laughed and ruffled the boys feather on their heads, then picked them up to look at them properly.

 "Sailors, eh? Maybe. They’ll have the best teacher in the world! And they’ll be better sailors than I’ll ever be.“ He had smiled fondly as he said this. ))

((She believes it, now that’s he’s gone. He can’t teach them, but she will. They’ll be sailors as good as their uncle had been. That would have made him proud.))

 She’s going to make her brother proud. 

((He’s always been proud of her, she knows this, he always used to tell her so.))

Her brother is gone. He died at sea.

((While in the Navy, in letters, he always used to joke if anything happened, at least he’d have a burial that made sense for a sailor and naval officer.

In the next letter, she had told him off so badly, he never made the joke again.Or any jokes like that again.))

He wasn’t supposed to have died on that adventure. It wasn’t supposed to be him.

Not Donald, NEVER Donald. HE was the sailor, he had been in the Navy. Her brother had lived on a houseboat, for crying out loud, he knew how these things worked! Donald Duck should have known how to save himself.  

She knows he knows how to.

He did.

Donald Duck knew how to save himself. He’d been trained for that. Except Donald, stupid, wonderful, klutzy, ((brave, though he never thought himself as that)) confident, brother that he was, didn’t save himself. Didn’t save himself  because he was busy being a nosy younger brother, ((by 20 seconds! Donald always used to rage over that)) and instead of actually thinking it over, ((he never waited, always acted without thinking)) he reached his hand out to her and endangered himself. But then again, The Duck Family was always known for endangering themselves during their adventures.

But Donald was never about endangering himself.

Unless it came to family. And it had been her, his twin, his sister, so of course he’d done it.

Della Duck never loved boats. The sea was never meant for her, never called for her like it called for her brother. Her heart and soul belongs to the sky. And to he, the sea. ((Scrooge was always land, down to earth, drawn to diamonds and gold, though his need for adventure was something beyond anything of this Earth.))

Donald Duck took his sister’s place.

The wave had knocked Della overboard, and she had hung onto the side of the ship, as the sea crashed  around her . The skies above had been blotted out and color of tar. The wind howled and along with it, so had her brother.  

"Del? Del! DELLA!!”

He had clearly been panicked. She never liked it when her brother had panicked.

“Donald! Don! It’s ok, I’m fine”.

He had heard and peered over the railing. She remembers seeing relief clearly on his face.

He had climbed over the railing and made his way down, reaching for her. He had grabbed her hand.  They had both held on.

“Your meaning of fine, Della, is clearly different from mine”.

“Donald Duck, brother o'mine, you can wake the dead with your screams”.

“Well obviously it’s because I don’t want YOU dead.”

((It was joke, siblings ribbing at each other, but afterward, Della wished she COULD wake the dead with screams, any screams, to get her brother back.))

“No need to be salty, Don. Though it is your job to be the grumpy sailor. But lighten up a bit. We’re fine.”

Della had smiled innocently as she said this, though her words had held little effect with salt water getting blasted  in her face and the ship viciously swaying side to side. Donald had only responded to her jeers by rolling his eyes, though  he had been smiling fondly at his twin.

“Again, Della your meaning of fine and ‘all right’ is more likely to lead us straight to danger than to safety! Just like Uncle Scrooge!”

“Well Don, your bad luck and attraction to booby traps leads us to more danger and adventure, more than Uncle Scrooge can ever find on his own!”

They were now both climbing back up to the Forecastle Deck, their voices had reverberated of the ship’s hull as they spoke.

Della had said, “Let’s just agree that we’re both like Uncle Scrooge and move on”.  And Donald had agreed, smiling, albeit a bit nervously, but saying he agreed only because they were both in the middle of an adventure.

“Besides, I’m nothing like Uncle Scrooge. Uncle Scrooge would be offended to think ANYONE is like him.” Smiling even more, he added to his sister: “Heck, I’m offended that you think I’M like Uncle Scrooge”.

((Della had known he was lying, she knew that he had wanted Scrooge to be proud of him, to acknowledge that his nephew was like him, in at least a few ways. And Della knew, Della knows, that Scrooge is, was proud of Donald, he just never admitted it as much as he should have.))

((And Scrooge regrets so much that when he finally does show Donald how proud of him he is, how maybe ((certainly)) Donald is, was, a better man than he’ll ever be, it’s not directed at Donald himself, not with a hand on his shoulder, but his shaking hand laying on stone as he says the words and pretends not to cry.))

Their banter was light and so was their laugher

Laughter. Della’s laughter rang across the turbulent ocean, and Donald’s as well, and all was well between siblings . She hoisted herself up over the railing, she had turned around to help him up.

Donald was turned away from her, looking up. A single colossal wave was making their way towards them. Donald turned around and had looked at her dead in the eye. She hadn’t been able  see the sky anymore. The Wave had made it’s way getting closer.

Donald had said “don’t worry Dumbella. TRUST ME.”

And he had pushed her hard to the middle of the deck of the ship, he’d been right behind her. He told her to climb to the top of the Main Topmast. He’d been right behind her. She got to the top. He hadn’t been there.

She looked around and Donald had been at the tiller, steering the ship in the direction it needed to be in order to brace itself for the wave. She’d been yelling at him, ((“Don! Don! DONALD FAUNTERLOY DUCK, GET UP HERE!! MOVE! MOVE!”)) and he’d been trying to tell her something, but Della couldn’t hear over the sounds of the sea.

Donald had been staring right at her, as the wave had loomed closer. He hadn’t moved from his spot. He motioned to his pockets and then he pointed to her. Della looked, and clutched in her hands ((still clutched in her hands as she remembers)) had been Donald’s sailor hat.

Once a cheap gift from her as a joke, he had taken  it seriously and had put on everyday after that.

Della had been holding that hat, as she saw her younger brother from her perch and best bet for safety that had existed on that old ship. Donald had still been looking at her and she couldn’t scream his name anymore ((wake the dead)) because suddenly, everything had been gone and vanished underneath a wall of salt water and murky blue.

She had come back up; Donald had been right with choosing the mast. The ship had still been intact, again thanks to Donald’s sailor skills and Della thinks that maybe even Scrooge wouldn’t have known how to steer the ship, if he had been with them.

((She’s bitter that he wasn’t with them when it happened. He could have helped Donald. He shouldn’t have suggested the idea of an outing. She shouldn’t have accepted it.))

Donald.

Donald was gone. No trace of him left. She had known that he’d been taken away with The Wave, but it hadn’t stopped her from jumping down from mast, landing wrong, and breaking her ankle, but she had still run like hell to the edge of the ship.

Nothing. Nothing. No movement, no nothing. Donald Duck was gone

Don, her twin brother is gone. And there’s no trace of him anywhere.

She had screamed his name, even though it was futile, long and hard, until her throat was scratched raw from screaming and sobbing.

((Wake the dead.

Wake the dead.

Wake the dead.))

 Della Duck cannot wake the dead and her brother is gone.

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Duckvember #2′s prompt was Monster Duck so uhhh I made a fentonald beauty and the beast drawing!! enjoy!

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i just imagine when huey got detention for cussing at a teacher he would be like "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS BULLSHIT?? A B-MINUS?? A B-FUCKING-M I N U S?"

You could not be more accurate, Anon. Huey was tired and grumpy and was then given an unfair grade, so you can imagine his temper ;w;

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The Past is a Different Country

Emotional rollercoaster, I’m serious this time ;)

Part One can be found here:

http://robinine-blog.tumblr.com/post/165123148588/the-past-is-a-different-country

Chapter Two: Story Time

Huey, Dewey, Louie and Webby huddle together on the sofa. Louie is hugging a pillow, tracing the embroidery. Dewey is watching Uncle Donald, he’s standing by the window, back towards them. Huey is watching Uncle Scrooge fuss with the tea set. Webby keeps sneaking looks at the brothers.

The silence is heavy, despite the clink of china.

Scrooge pours the tea, and the Huey is surprised when he remembers to drop a pair of sugar lumps in Dewey’s cup, and extra milk in Huey’s. He remembered. Huey’s not sure how he feels about that. But the tea is warm in his hands.

Uncle Donald takes his like he’s surprised Scrooge remembered him. Then gazes into the cup. A deep breathe, and something that is almost a smile.

“That’s Aunt Matty’s tea set” Donald says in surprise, then turns the cup in his hands, “I thought Gladstone got it.”

“Who’s Aunt Matty?” Huey pipes up, interested despite himself. Louie digs his elbow into his side, and Huey glares.

Scrooge raises an eyebrow at Donald, who shrugs over his tea, not meeting Scrooge’s gaze.

“Matilda was your Great Aunt. My sister. She had a hand in raising your mother, until she and your Uncle decided they would rather run away to join the circus.”

“Thunderbirds.” Donald objected, “We planned to join the Thunderbirds.”

The triplets shared a confused look. Webby pumps her fist. “I knew it!”

“Like the cartoon?” Dewey asked.

Webby twists round to stare at him in disbelief as Donald facepalmed.

“They’re like the best pilots ever! They do these amazing shows, I keep asking Grammy to take me…”

Scrooge shook his head. “I’m surprised you didn’t go last year, when they came to Duckburg.”

The boys turned hurt looks towards Donald.

“We were busy.” Donald said, gazing into his tea and hunching his shoulders.

Scrooge sighed and set down his own cup. “Well. Maybe that is a story for another day.” Scrooge glanced at Donald, “Where do you want me to start?”

“Itacoatiara.” Donald threw out.

“Alright. Now…”

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Adventure is never as much fun on your own. Your mother had initially cried off, handing it over to me when she realized her research into the Spear of Selene would require a lot more groundwork than she was willing to put in with you three on your way.

I too had set it aside, but as I was in Brazil for business I thought while I was there I would tracked down the last known person to see the ruins we thought held the Spear.

The locals considered him a crazy old drunk, but he was quite happy to talk about his glory days to someone willing to hear him out. He would not diverge the location, but there was enough clues in his drunken rambling I was sure I could find my way, with some work.

Hot on the trail of the Spear, I realized I would need to charter a course down the Amazon, and the first name to pop to my mind was Donald.

I sent word to your Uncle that I was in need of a sailor, and to meet me in Itacoatiara. While I knew Donald was staying with Della I hardly expected your Mother to come along, yet there she was.

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At this Scrooge glanced to Donald. “You never told me how she knew?”

Donald smiled and shook his head. “Your office sent an intern, the poor guy was so terrified of meeting me, he screamed the message at the top of his lungs, and fainted. Della interrogated the poor fellow and declared she would fly me down.”

“Interrogated?” Louie whispered, as he shared a grin with Dewey and Webby. The cushion had migrated to Huey, who was frowning and fidgeting between them.

“Fainted?” Scrooge grinned, “really now?”

Donald rolled his eyes, “On my doorstep. I had to grab him before he toppled off the plank.”

“That boy…” Scrooge shook his head,  'I can’t imagine what I was thinking when I hired him.“

”<i>Please!</i> Can do get on with the story!“ Dewey demanded, climbing up on the arm of the sofa "I want to hear about Mom not some random nobody!”

Both Donald and Scrooge stilled, as if suddenly reminded why they were there. They shared a look as their easy comradity fell away.

“Della flew us down.” Donald said flatly, “The three of you loved flying. We had a stow away. That random nobody. Della agreed he could come along as long as he helped keep an eye on her boys”

Dewey sunk back down into the sofa. Webby reached out a pulled him in for a hug, Huey knocked the cushion over his head and Louie glared at him with narrowed eyes.

“Aye. I suppose he was a helpful little fellow. Not much older than you four.” Scrooge sighed.

“What was his name?” Huey asked.

“You know, I don’t quite remember?” Scrooge answered, starring off into the distance.

“Della called him Imp.” Donald said slowly.

“Right.” Scrooge seemed to shake off the memory. “On with the story.”

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As I said, I wasn’t expecting for Della to join us, but once she was there I could hardly say no. Lord knows she would have probably have set out by herself. At least, that’s what I told myself.

Maybe she would have. She was so excited to have you three, I can’t imagine what she would have done had we insisted she take you home. You were only a few months old.

But I didn’t really try. I knew how much your mother loved adventures, how much work she had put into this one. I couldn’t send her home.

I had already acquired a boat when they arrived. More people than I expected, but I knew we were likely to be diving for the treasure, so more hands were welcomed.

There were the usual dangers, snakes, a few pirates, a jealous rival. Nothing we couldn’t handle. I think we had more trouble with the trio of curious hatchlings.

Donald spotted the first landmark, and we dove headfirst into the adventure, Della and Donald dashing about like they had never been on an adventure before.

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“Babies and adventures don’t mix.” Donald glared, “and if you had been paying attention, you would have noticed Huey climbing into Della’s plane.”

“He was fine.” Scrooge said, gesturing to the kids.

Huey ducked his head, as his brothers grinned at him.

“Dewey almost went overboard, Huey was missing until we found him curled up in the pilot’s chair, and Louie was screaming because you didn’t want to let him play with a dime.” Donald listed.

Now all three of them were blushing, and Webby grabbed her beak as she tried not to laugh.

“Well. It was my dime.” Scrooge defended himself.

Disbelief and amusement from the peanut gallery.

“Children and adventures don’t mix.” Donald repeated, folding his arms.

Dewey put his hands together, mumbling to the ceiling. Huey facepalmed. Louie slumped, and Webby clutched Dewey’s arm.

“Alright, but they’re old enough now. I’m not going to put them in any danger.”

Sighs. Of disappointment.

“We’ll see.”

Dewey went to cheer, only to find Huey and Webby holding his beak shut. Dewey pouted.

“And on with the story.” Scrooge declared, adjusting his hat.

____

I had forgotten I had fond memories of that trip. Before it all went wrong.

I wasn’t quite prepared to deal with the complications of having children with us, but that was why we brought Imp along.

I suppose it was like a family vacation. I know we lingered longer than any of us intended. Still, we eventually arrived at the temple.

An Earthquake had shifted the entrance underground, and most of the building with it. Imp discovered a way in, we told him to stay with you three on the boat, and Donald took point as the three of us entered.

A few snakes, a scorpion, a dozen death traps that were all half broken but still quite deadly, and an old fool collapsing the ceiling on our heads.

Luckily, when the ceiling collapsed, it opened up the treasure room.

The earthquake must have done a lot of damage, the room was already half flooded and the water level was rising.

I spotted the Spear of Selene. Or what I thought was the Spear. Donald and Della were already climbing when I grabbed it.

I set off another trap. Donald was thrown into the water as the trap sprung to life.

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“Greedy old man” Donald grumbled.

Scrooge paused and winced. “Aye, I got too excited, it drove the sense right out of my head.”

“Grammy said I would be safe with you.” Webby said, looking like her world was ending. Huey leaned over Dewey to pat her hand.

Scrooge couldn’t bear to look at them, choosing instead to pace back and forth. “Well, I learned. Some things are more important than treasure. I took my eye off the real prize. I don’t think I really believed anything could go wrong, until it did.”

Donald snorted, “What could go wrong? We had Uncle Scrooge. It wasn’t like the danger was real.”

Dewey shifted uneasily, glancing to his brothers. Louie had retrieved the cushion and was hugging it again. Huey’s eyes were shadowed and his grip on Webby’s hand tightened.. They could guess what was coming next.

Scrooge started to pace, “So as I tried to reach Donald, I heard Della yell. I look up, and there it is. The real Spear of Selene. And Della was climbing down to rescue Donald.”

“And you.” Donald stated.

Scrooge waved him off, “I was fine. I had you. I yelled at Della to grab the spear…”

The kids held their breath.

“I pulled you into the water. It was still rising, and the room was falling apart.” Donald said, he wasn’t really seeing them anymore.

Louie was shaking again, and Huey pulled him half onto his lap, Dewey sniffling and struggling not to cry. Webby couldn’t take her eyes off of Scrooge and Donald as they paced back and forth.

“The Spear fell. I think Della grabbed it. There was a flash of light…” Scrooge stopped and rubbed his head. “Next thing I know, I’m waking up on the boat.”

“You knocked your head.” Donald said, hands twisting his shirt. “I pulled us both out. I searched. I dug for hours. She was gone.” Donald bowed his head, his shirt wet from tears.

“The boys were wailing, Imp had vanished somewhere. I couldn’t get them to stop. I left the boat, and Donald was sinking, already half buried in the mud.”

“I couldn’t get to her.” Donald said, rubbing his hands “I tried. I had to try.”

“We both tried. We searched for weeks. Our supplies started to run out.” Scrooge said.

“The boys started to get sick” Donald said, “I couldn’t lose them too.”

“So we left.” Scrooge said, like it was the worse decision he ever made.

“We left her.” Donald repeated, hands scrunching his shirt again.

“She was gone.” Scrooge tried, looking at Donald. Reaching for his nephew.

Donald ducked out of reach. “We left her.” He screamed, balling up his fists.

“Yes.” Scrooge said, collapsing in on himself at the rejection and turning away. “We left her.” And walked away.

Donald growled, and stormed out the other door.

The four kids sat in silence for a moment.

“I guess Mom is really gone.” Dewey said, breaking the tense silence and rubbing his eyes.

“I guess.” Huey echoed.

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Since I can’t sleep have some more sketches from my Past Memories AU ft. Scrooge and Gladstone fighting, Donald and Webby being friends, and just good old fashioned crying.

(Check out the Past Memories AU here!) 

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Musings

So today I rewatched the Parent Trap (1998) and I had forgotten a huge chunk of it. I’ve been wanting to watch it since I first suggest the Family Trap AU.

Obviously the Family Trap goes a looot differently, considering there’s 3 of them trying to reunite their uncles, but it was just fun to watch again. Also I’ve only been to a summer camp once in my life and it was 11 years ago, so I was sort of reacquainting myself with camps and it gave me some ideas.

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Imagine an AU. A magic AU. A magic school AU (not necessarily Hogwarts).

Imagine Donald and Della (and maybe Gladstone, too) were raised by the school’s headmaster/dean/whichever you prefer, Scrooge McDuck. Imagine that they attended this school when they reached the age of entry.

Imagine Scrooge McDuck (and Clan McDuck itself) being one of the most powerful magic users in the world, matched only by the de Spells. Imagine Donald and Della inherited the McDuck-level magic.

Imagine Donald and Della were the school’s pride and joy during their years, not just because they were the niece and nephew of the headmaster but because they were the top students. Imagine them being infamous among the other students in their year- so many awards and prizes and wins went to these two students, whose magic was more than worthy of Clan McDuck. Imagine Scrooge being so proud, proud enough that after they graduated he began training them for higher magic. Imagine him taking them on adventures to recover not just fortune and treasure, but magical objects.

Imagine the Spear of Selene. Imagine Della studying it and finding out its terrible secret. Imagine that she realizes what could happen if it falls into the wrong hands. Imagine that she doesn’t want that future for her children, her uncle, her brother, her cousins…

Imagine she disappears with the Spear, and Scrooge is the only one who knows why. Imagine Scrooge lying to Donald, imagine Donald blaming Scrooge. Imagine Donald blaming magic itself.

Imagine Donald abandoning this magic world he’s grown up in to raise Della’s children in the non-magic world. Imagine him trying to raise these three magic ducklings to be non-magical.

Imagine one day when everything comes to a head, and Donald has to sit them down and tell them the truth; that they don’t fit into this world, that they can do things other kids can’t, because they’re magic. Imagine Donald admitting that the only way they, the newest heirs of Clan McDuck, will learn to fully control and understand their magic is at the school.

Imagine Donald swallowing his pride and contacting Scrooge. Imagine Donald putting their names down for enrollment when they turn ten years old. Imagine Donald sending his children to school, the first time he’ll ever be separated from them for more than a few hours.

Imagine Donald forgot to warn them about how they’re descended from one of the most powerful, prestigious and well-known magic clans. Imagine he forgot to warn them that their mother and himself were infamous at the school. Imagine he forgot to mention they were the headmaster’s grand-nephews (and in this AU, basically adopted grandsons).

Imagine they meet Webby, a girl from a lesser-known clan who knows everything about the McDucks and informs them who their great uncle is. Imagine they find Della and Donald’s awards and records and portraits and newspaper clippings. Imagine the reality hitting them, that all this time they have had magic and Donald tried to keep them from it, for their own safety.

Imagine them finally realizing that Donald Duck is one of the most famous wizards in the world and he never told them.

Imagine the shock. Imagine the disbelief. Imagine the betrayal. Imagine the hurt.

They don’t even really know their Uncle.

(Just a ridiculous idea that popped into my head, sorry not sorry)

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The air shimmered as a dark figure dropped from the sky and landed directly in front of them. It reformed into a tall, imposing shape that loomed ominously. “Uncle Ratface!” Lena cried as she ran to the raven fixing his gloves and cleaning his suit.(”Ratface?” whispered Huey. Everyone else shrugged) Lena pounced on him and he effortlessly caught her in a hug. “Great, it’s the flash bastard” muttered Gladstone under his breath as he followed Magica and Poe greeting the Raven with open arms. “Hello Mistress, Master” Ratface greeted the two with a slight smile. His attention turned to Gladstone and he scowled “Mister Gander” “Ratface” “It is good to see you! What are you doing here, old friend?” Poe squeezed Ratface’s arm. “We haven’t heard from you in a long time” “Apologies, Master Poe. I had been dealing with De Spell estate problems” when he saw the two De Spells wincing he squeezed Poe’s arm back. “It has been dealt with. Do not worry. I am here for different matters”  “And what is that?” Magica tilted her head 

Ratface looked down at Lena still hugging him. He smiled at her “I am here to test Mistress Lena. I believe it is time she earn her place as a proper De Spell mage”

Ratface (De Spell) : Warlock. Hypercompetent Butler to the De Spells. Comes from a long line of Ravens that serve the De Spell family as familiars, in turn they are given the power to shapeshift and handle testing young De Spells. He is about the same age as Magica and Poe and is their childhood friend. Likes: Lena. Poe. Serving Magica and playing tricks with her. basically the De Spell family. Nice suits. being left to alone to finish things.

Dislikes: Gladstone Gander. Sullying the De Spell name. People who aren’t De Spells in general

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Lost Ducks Holiday Edition!

I wanted to come back to this AU Club thing and what better way to do that then getting into the holiday spirit?

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 I HOPE ALL OF YOU ARE THANKFUL FOR THIS. It took two and a half hours to draw this, and I’m suffering. Anyways, for those of you that want to know the AU that’s behind this, please click read more ;> It’s the DT KH AU, but fully explained this time!

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Ducktales Coffee Shop Company AU

I know, I know. Coffee Shop AUs are the most basic AUs ever. But hear me out!

Scrooge runs the biggest coffee chain in the world (Glomgold has the second-largest)

Donald was the top barista at the original Duckburg branch

Della stole coffee secrets and disappeared, making Scrooge untrusting of Donald and causing him to loose his job

Donald somehow loses his job at every other shop he works

Scrooge goes on adventures for mystical coffee ingredients

The nephews are too young to drink coffee so Donald always makes them amazing hot chocolate

No one has put together that Magica de Spell and “Lena’s aunt that drinks straight black with 19 shots of espresso” are the same person

Gladstone gets cursed to only be able to drink pumpkin spice

Scrooge could never make good-tasting coffee, so when Donald first made him a cup, he cried

Scrooge had never tasted his company’s coffee before; there were tasters for that and he felt as though he would be waisting coffee on himself

Scrooge only drinks the reject coffee that most places would throw out, adding to the terribleness of his daily routine

I’ll be adding more as I think about it and hopefully I’ll actually do something with it

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Dewey, sweetie, you should not be surprised.

@nefelibaticartist here’s the Dewey & Scrooge one :)

I’d love to go ahead and do the Huey & Donald one, but it’s 2:30 in the morning and I have to wake up early. But I’ll deliver the Huey and Donald one tomorrow!

(Pretend I didn’t forget to fill in some of Scrooge’s clothes okay)

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Another au: Webby Vanderquack’s holistic detective agency.

When you have an obsession over a show, you have to make fanfiction about it. But when you’re obsessed with two shows, you have to make a fusion of them!

So I drew this, and like I said, I’m going to make more stuff about this.

The plot is about Louie Duck and Webby Vanderquack. Louie is a guy that works in a hotel as a bellman, and he discovers the body of his Uncle Scrooge McDuck and finds himself working alongside Webby Vanderquack, a self proclaimed holistic detective. The story follows their attempt to solve Scrooge’s murder along with the disappearance of his older brother Huey Duck.

Louie Duck: He is a bellman that worked on a hotel meanwhile his life was a complete boring chaos, trying to win enough money to help his brother Dewey with a hereditaty disease called Pararibulitis (a nerve disease that makes people had hallucinations that feels pretty real and can kill you because of the pain it causes), a disease that himself says he conquered in the past and succeeded. After discovering the corpse of his uncle and, somehow, discovering his older brother dissapeared the same day, he is kicked out of his job and forced to help Webby Vanderquack to find out what happened to those people in his family. He knows how to play the electric guitar and had a band in the past with his brothers that was named “duckburg’s rowdys”. Now he’s 23 and he’s unemployed, didn’t finished his studies because of the Pararibulitis and has to pay lots of debts and taxes.

Webby Vanderquack: self-described holistic detective, who uses the interconnected believe of all things to solve her cases. She has some abilities to know how the world works, giving her some advantage about the situations and making people think she’s a psiquic. She finds Louie and, somehow, she convinces him to help her after telling him his older brother is missing too (since she knows it because she’s a detective, dah(?). When she was younger she was part of a project called “Project Blackwing” that was in charge of searching extraordinary people to help the government, and she was able to escape when she was 15 years old. Since then, she started to do her job as a detective but only a few people was able to call her. She was contacted by Scrooge before his murder and her case is to solve Scrooge’s death and save Huey.

Dewey Duck: Louie’s older brother who has a nerve disease called Pararibulitis, a sickness that makes him stay at home even if he doesn’t want to. He knows to play the drums and had a band in the past with his two brothers called “Duckburg’s rowdys”. He is 23 years old and, like Louie, doesn’t has an university degree because of the Pararibulitis (but he still has it and has stronger attacks than Louie’s). He founds a place with the witches and decides to live with them for a while, just for fun and because the girls has a huge van.

Gosalyn Mallard: She was the head security officer to the McDuck family. When her boss is killed and his Boss’ nephiew is kidnapped, she finds herself working alongside Huey and Louie Duck to solve both cases. Her dad works at the police’s missing people department.

Huey Duck: He is Dewey and Louie’s older brother. He was on college when he was kidnapped by Flintheart Glomgold to extort his uncle, but not for money but for a weird machine that Scrooge’s employees built in the past: A time machine. (Also, somehow during the kidnap his soul ends up inside a dog so…(?)

Scrooge McDuck: The Richest duck in the world that gets killed by a weird weapon that looks like a lot of teeth because he has a time machine in his employees lab and his mortal enemy wants it. He dies by… The bite of a shark, weirdly.

Flintheart Glomgold: He wants to extort Scrooge to keep the time machine because with it he can switch the souls of bodies and he wants to exchange his body with a healthier one.

The Witchy 3 (Lena, Magica and Minima de Spell): They are a group of woman with weird abilities: They can make magic after “eating” the bad and strong emotions and mental diseases. They like to eat Webby’s energy and Dewey’s disease, and the last one decides to join them.

I have to think on more characters but this is what I have since today…

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OK I just got OBSESSED With this series (sadly cancelled) called Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency, and I got a really HUGE necesity to draw something Duck and/or Dirk Gently related. Somehow those ideas combined and I drew Webby ad Dirk and Louie as Todd.

Somehow I ended up imaginating a new Altern Universe of Ducktales with this series. So, probably soon, in a future, I will come with a little more of it. Yes… 

Ah, and if you haven’t watched this series, I higly recomend them! It’s an absolutetly amazing show: Detectives, explotions, super natural stuff, holistic view of the world, and a freaking hillarious random humor that will take you down on laughter!

Also here’s a Brotzly drawing too because they are love and life <3

This all is for my week of exams. I will upload my works and stuff but no more fandom drawing during a week… BUT REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN OK? :V

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@donaldtheduckdad and @robinine-blog 

Was talking to @peeka-boo-blogs and might’ve taken a left turn somewhere.

Imprinting. Blended families. 

April, May, and June do not remember their immediate family as a ‘family.’ Donna left when they were too small to remember her, but their father and Aunt Daisy were around. Their father died when they were about six years old, and sole custody went to Daisy.

Holding on to the dog-man since Donna was engaged to a dog man in the comics. He was a dog man, and like any young duckling, they imprinted on their father and Aunt Daisy.

Losing a parent during the imprinting phase is extremely traumatic for any child. Losing a parent is traumatic anyways, and losing them in this stage intensifies their grief, especially when they’re at an age to understand the consequences of death. 

When Donald and Daisy start dating, I can only imagine one of the girls put on a mental block on Donald. She doesn’t mean to. She doesn’t want to. It is a coping mechanism although she is still very polite and respectful to Donald, and she appears to be fine with him around. But it’s only when they’re in a group. Her sisters are around, and she’s fine.

When they’re alone, she isn’t going to talk to him unless spoken to. She isn’t going to engage with him unless he engages with him first. She doesn’t call him Uncle Donald, something the girls end up doing after an extended period of time. He is always, always Mr. Duck.

Daisy anticipated this. She discussed this with Donald when they started to get serious. Donald understands parts of it. The boys imprinted on him when they were infants, and losing Della at that age, while extremely difficult for them (putting it lightly), was something he managed due to their age. 

She knows he isn’t trying to replace her dad no more than Daisy is trying to replace Della. She understands that, but she can’t bring herself to give him 100%. It hurts because he tries so hard, and is a great uncle dad. When she’s fifteen, she calls him Donald, and they all look at her like she’s grown a second head. Donald and Daisy try really hard to not cry because it’s a step neither of them expected.