#( ducktales wco oo: fenton. )

[tournesolette]

(( *sets down Fenton because i miss him and also for the UwU* - also im wheezing because i feel like fenton could technically beat Gladstone up but he refuses to let me fill that space because 'he doesnt Want to' lmao ))

" Well, colour me intrigued. I must say, I'm actually quite a fan of the ~nerdy type~ myself. Especially when it comes in such a... strapping package. Look me up if you're ever looking for a good time, hero boy. "

[ducktales-wco-oo]

“ you say you’re dangerous. that you destroy everything you touch. so destroy me. ruin me. tear me apart, and let me love you all the same. “ (Elliot @ Mark)

-  ✩   「 @decanard 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」    ❝  Oh my GOD— Don’t you get it??  ❞  Mark unintentionally snaps, spinning on his heel to face Elliot, feathers ruffled yet his pained expression betraying its source. Frustrated not because of Elliot but FOR Elliot— someone has to be looking out for the well-meaning duck, since apparently Elliot won’t do it himself —entire body trembles as he tries to keep his voice from escalating any further. Just because he wants Elliot to hear him doesn’t mean he wants to start shouting at him. Never mind that he already has.

Clenched fists hurt, squeezed so tightly in an effort to keep from reaching for Elliot. Touching him, hugging him, desperate for a shred of what he’s certain will be— has to be the final bit of contact he can share with his childhood friend. Before life and Mark’s stupid decisions tore them apart.

❝  I don’t want to ruin you!  ❞  Blinking back tears, voice breaks as Mark futilely tries not to,  ❝  I don’t WANT to hurt you anymore than I already have!  ❞  Words overflowing with pleading sincerity, Mark still doesn’t see any alternative. Even in his anguished fear about destroying the ONE good thing he still has in his life— that he doesn’t deserve —he’s certain he will. How could he not? He’s just that kind of person.  ❝  So you HAVE to stay away from me!  ❞  

 ❝  Pl-Please...  ❞  A quieter plea, trembling in tandem with his shoulders as Mark blinks back tears that refuse to leave. A few fall, leaving damp streaks on silver feathers as he weakly croaks,  ❝  I don’t... I don’t want to— ... I can’t hurt you.  ❞  

Even if that means he can’t have Elliot in his life at all.   「 ☆ 」 

[decanard-a]

Wait… He knows that voice….. It’s different than he remembers, but still achingly familiar. Pulling at his memories and making his stomach twist with a mixture of excitement and apprehension even through the chaos. Completely ignoring what his fellow FOWL members are doing— it’s not like he was paying much attention to them anyway —Mark risks stepping out into the confusion a bit, looking around and calling out— ❝ Fentonino-rino?” @ducktales-wco-oo || Excuse you Dragon

No. No. It couldn’t be. The voice washes over Fenton and his whole form stiffens and he becomes distracted for just a second which gives Steelbeak another opening and he finds himself flying to crash against the wall. He’s dazed for more than a minute 

A shake of his head as he forces himself back to his feet. He pops his shoulder back into place and charges the rooster again, getting knocked back for a whatever time. It just had been a memory, an illusion. 

There’s no way that his best friend. His Marky was here in this place. 

[bluenephew]

relationship tags!

✦ i live in his glow! ✦ [rednephew // huey duck] ✦ ✦ bff! that stands for us! ✦ [pinknephew // webby vanderquack] ✦ ✦ we’re best friends and this is the friend dance! ✦ [pinkniece // webby vanderquack] ✦ ✦ i won’t just be a puppet on a string! ✦ [babyboydbaby // boyd drake] ✦ ✦ she is everything I ever dreamed that I could be! ✦ [lunarspeared // della duck] ✦ ✦ time to be a hero and slay the monster! ✦ [ragefeathers // donald duck] ✦ ✦ we built this city on rock and roll! ✦ [hoopsheartthrob // lola bunny] ✦ ✦ we could be heroes! ✦ [heroiicpilot // launchpad mcquack] ✦ ✦ ain’t it always the quiet types?! ✦ [mallhit // wakko warner] ✦ ✦ my love for you would break my heart in two! ✦ [piikohan // amy rose] ✦

✦ those who don’t try never look foolish! ✦ [ducktales wco oo // louie duck] ✦ ✦ world serves its own needs! listen to your heart bleed! ✦ [ducktales wco oo // fenton cabrera] ✦ ✦ there’s no stopping curiosity! ✦ [ducktales wc oo // huey duck] ✦ ✦ his genius is he's fooling all of you! ✦ [ducktales wc oo // mark beaks] ✦

✦ spread my thunder wings and fly! ✦ [calisotamuses // drake mallard] ✦ ✦ don’t touch me! i’m a real live wire! ✦ [calisotamuses // gandra dee] ✦ ✦ and you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile! ✦ [calisotamuses // launchpad mcquack] ✦

✦ hero is my middle name! ✦ [warraigoe // fenton crackshell cabrera] ✦ ✦ life is pandemonium! ✦ [warraigoe // bugs bunny] ✦ ✦ let’s go crazy! let’s get nuts! ✦ [warraigoe // dot warner] ✦

✦ dancing through life! ✦ [dollhousemuses // gladstone gander] ✦ ✦ we are far too young and clever! ✦ [dollhousemuses // minerva mink] ✦ ✦ time to stand up and steal the show! ✦ [dollhousemuses // yakko warner] ✦ ✦ song and dance and sweet romance! ✦ [dollhousemuses // babs bunny] ✦

✦ hey you with the pretty face! welcome to the human race! ✦ [bastardzrus // vanellope von schweetz] ✦

✦ put on your red shoes and dance the blues! ✦ [musemelodies // walter wolf] ✦

✦ complicated theories of light sarcastically! ✦ [tunnagan // gyro gearloose] ✦

✦ gliding where turf is smooth! ✦ [decanard // louie duck] ✦

✦ passionate! charming! considerate! clever! ✦ [sidestreetmuses // roan beakson] ✦

✦ all the strength you need is inside! ✦ [scnrisa // cots bell] ✦

[dollhousemuses-a]

@ducktales-wco-oo said ;; This is how it's supposed to be...

This is how it's supposed to end. Fenton has known this since he was a duckling, watching his M'Ma head off to put her life on the line for others. As much as he never wanted it to be her downfall, some part of him even back then had known he wanted it to be his. Would he prefer to grow old and grey? To continue helping people even as his years turned golden? Of course. But honestly-? Dying in the stead of someone else, in terms of ways to leave this world... he can't think of one better. And as far as people to trade his life for, he can't think of better than the duckling beside him.

Even if he would prefer for Huey to not be around for the rest of it.

He hardly has a choice in the matter anymore though. But that's fine... He already made the choice that counts the most. Even as he feels warmth leaking out of his body, crimson and matting feathers, filling his nose with a sickening scent that mingles with dust and debris... Yet, it's a familiar smell. Faintly, he wonders if Huey has grown accustomed to it yet. God, he hopes not. Breathing shallow, feeling like a knife slowly sliding deeper into his ribs with every faint rise and fall of his chest, Fenton swallows thickly- throat bobbing and breath hitching as his insides scream in protest. Air itself is painful... Breathing- LIVING, sending jolts of agony through him he hadn't been prepared for. Still... it's going away. Slowly but surely....

It's merely a matter of time before the chill settles deeper into his bones, bringing with it a rest that Fenton figures is long overdue anyway. However, he fights against it. Struggles against what he knows is coming to claim him, if only because- Huey isn't ready for it. From the tears he can see tarnishing a gaze he only ever wanted to see shining with hope, he can tell that Huey isn't prepared for a goodbye... and few things linger than memories of a goodbye you feel like you failed at. Hand shakily raises, limb feeling like someone else's as he watches it gingerly cup the boy's face, thumb wiping away moisture that stings even the smallest of cuts. Too late Fenton sees crimson tainting dirt-smeared feathers, looking apologetic even now for it.

❝ No... no, don't cry... Please don't cry... ❞

It's not that crying is a bad thing. Crying can be good. Healthy... Necessary to move on. But right now- crying doesn't seem like the right thing to do. It's not how he wants Huey to remember this goodbye. To remember him. Not how he wants to remember Huey- ... if he remembers anything after death. Either way, this is his final moments and he can't help but try and comfort Huey in them; to be there for the boy like Huey has been there for him countless times. Voice weaker than he'd like, smile is even more so... but it's there. For Huey, it would always be there.

❝ Huey... I- I'm not going to be around for much longer. I promise, I'm trying to hold on as long as I can.... but I- .... I think we both know how this ends. ❞ Fenton begins, having to pause to cough violently, turning his head away to try and avoid Huey seeing the blood speckling the ground beside him. Looking back at the duckling, smile somehow seems stronger despite his exhausted expression. More genuine as he states, ❝ But I want you to know how happy I am that you're alright. How I would give my life for yours a million times over if I had the chance... Because you made mine so much better. You inspired me, believed in me... Made my life worth living. ❞

❝ And you are MORE than worth giving it up in your stead. ❞

Hand slowly lowers, Fenton unable to keep it up any longer. Blinking groggily, Fenton wonders when the ground became so cold... Or maybe it's just him. ❝ I don't- I don't know if I'm... saying any of this right... I don't- I want you to know how much I care about you. How I'm not scared... or- regretful..... Yes, I wish I could- see the man you'll become... Help you through life- in a way you can see..... but- .... Huey, I promise- I can't think of a better way to say goodbye, than knowing you'll live. Even just one more day... I hope there's a lot more of them, of course. ❞ A shaky laugh, Fenton finding it harder to open his eyes afterward.... but he does. Just a little longer.

❝ ..... Thank you, Huey. ❞

It's a simple statement. It doesn't cover nearly as much as Fenton would like it to.

But at least he said it.

All he can do now is hope Huey knows exactly what he MEANS by it.... Huey should. He's a smart kid. One of the smartest Fenton has ever known. Smarter than him, that's for sure. Strong too. He'll be okay... Yeah. He'll get through this. He has to.

He'll be okay.

As Fenton feels himself slipping into a darkness that is more comforting than he expected, hints of hesitation still lacing his being as red eyes become blurred, that single thought echoes in his mind. Like a mantra- a wish... a final request to whoever is ushering him away to the next discovery for him to make.

Please let Huey be okay.

answered ;; i asked for this actually

          Huey goes to Fenton, quick as a light, and he wants to throw up at the sight. Blood had never bothered him, injuries neither. He had a strong stomach, and the constitution of a doctor, he could handle blood and injury but this- this had his stomach curling and the need to turn his face away. But he couldn’t no, Fenton needs him. Though there is a part of him that is already resigned. People didn’t come back from injuries like this. It didn’t matter how quickly and ambulance got here, he didn’t matter how much first aide training someone had, badges on badges in the subject, it didn’t matter. 

Tears are already pouring down Huey’s face by the time he’s settles down at Fenton’s side, his legs curled under him as he presses himself close to Fenton, careful not to jostle anything but well within Fenton’s range of motion. And Fenton does reach out, a shaky, bloody, dirty hand reaching over to cup Huey’s cheek, like Huey is the one who needs to be treated with care, like Huey is the one who’s hurt. 

A sob falls out of the duckling’s mouth as he reaches up to hold Fenton’s hand to his cheek. He nestles his face in closer, ignoring the feel of dirt and blood mixing in with his already dirtied white feathers. 

                    “ Fenton, please- ” The duckling begs as Fenton speaks, trying to get goodbye and last words out of the way. Huey didn’t want to hear it, not any of it. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go, this is never how it’s supposed to go. Fenton isn’t supposed to die! Fenton is a hero! He’s supposed to save the day, he’s suppose to get up and keep going, he’s supposed to live. And he’s especially not supposed to die in Huey’s stead.

Fenton’s hand drops and Huey’s follows it, arms to weak to hold it up on his own, so he settles for holding it on top of Fenton’s chest. He can feel the laboured breathing, feel as it slowly becomes more and more shallow and another sob chokes out from Huey’s mouth, a horrible, sad, painful noise. 

He tries to speak again, tries to stop Fenton from saying anymore, tries to reason with him, to tell him he’s okay, but he can’t get any words out. Not around his tears, not around his fear, not around his grief or his pain or his sadness. All he can offer is another noise of despair as Fenton thanks him. 

                              For what? 

          For being in the way? For being too weak? For getting him killed?! 

But even as he tries to figure out something he could say, tries to get any words out of his mouth, something to tell Fenton, that help was coming, that he would be okay, that he wasn’t dying, he can feel slowly falter, can feel is slow, and then all at once it stops and Huey feels as if his world has as well. 

          " Fenton..? ” He asks in a small voice, still heavy with tears but he manages to speak, at least. Now that there was nothing to say. Now that it was too late. “ Fenton, please.” His voice breaks all over again as he reaches up to softly tap at Fenton’s cheek. he does it once, then harder, then lets out a sob as another attempt garners no reaction. 

                    “ No, pl-please, no, don’t- Fenton, please! ” His tiny hands ball up into Fenton’s tattered shirt as he leaned his head down against his chest. He waiting, holding his own breath despite the difficulty. He waits, seconds turning into a minute before he finally gives up. 

           There’s no heartbeat. 

Fresh tears line his eyes as he turns his face into Fenton’s chest, openly crying into the dirt and blood and all of the other horrible familiar scents. “Please Fenton, please don’t leave me.” He begs, but its of no use. There’s a horrifyingly numb feeling as words play over and over in his mind as sirens sound in the background. 

                              Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera is dead.

[lunarspearedarchive]

               The lab is empty... for now, and Fenton breathes a sigh of relief at that fact. Hurrying inside, gaze frantically scanning in case he missed sight of a bulb or formerly stone-headed horse, he reaches one of the many first aid kits lying around. Groaning when it is depleted of bandages, he tosses it aside and grabs another one. ONE of these has to have enough to wrap up his arm before it can be seen...

 The last thing he needs is someone asking about the bruises showing up, large and blotchy and suspiciously in the form of a Harsh Grip. 

 Frantically looking through the kit, Fenton doesn't even noticed when he's no longer alone. - (*D A B S*) / @ducktales-wco-oo​​ | unprompted. 

▬▬▬ ☾☆      Della wasn’t originally going  to  stop  by,  but  she  figured  why  not?  She  could  surprise  Gyro  &&  Fenton  both!  Well,  it  wouldn’t  be  that  much  of  a  surprise.  She  came  to  the  lab  far  too  often.  No  matter!  She  was  going  to  go  anyway.  

            It was eerily quiet  when  she  got  there  which  immediately  told  her  that  Gyro  at  least  wasn’t  there.  But  someone  was,  judging  by  the  lights  that  were  on.  When  she  spotted  Fenton,  she  approached  him  without  hesitation.  

                                  ❛  Hey Fenton! I just thought I’d drop by && --  ❜  She  paused  then,  eyes  immediately  drawn  to  the  bruise  on  his  arm.  Her  sentence  dies,  Della  instead  just  stepping  toward  her  friend,  an  eyebrow  raised.

                                  ❛  What happened? Here, let me help you wrap that up.  ❜

[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."

[soul-heart-and-beyond]

"Are you... Me?" Fenton hesitantly asks, brows furrowed quizzically and gaze flickering up and down the other's form. He's seen many, MANY strange things in the lab. But this... this is definitely- something. "But, how? Mr. McDuck suspended the funding for any-and-all cloning experiments after the Moonvasion catastrophe." Surprisingly, Fenton is able to mention THAT day without a foreboding shiver up his spine... Mainly because he's invested in This. (*rando yeet for your Fenton* :'D )

Versus!:

@ducktales-wco-oo

The last thing that he would ever expect to hear was his own voice saying something like that. Though the odd part was that he didn’t say it at all. His beak didn’t move to make the question, but it did move as his cheeks were pulled back from how unusual this was. As his amber eyes found themselves looking at another him. At best, all Fenton could think of to describe this was, discerning. He too, believed that the cloning experiments and projects were permanently shut down for the potential identity crisis and disaster it could cause. In his defense, he was not fond of the idea at all, but he did not hold a position of power or say in the matter when it came to Gyro Gearloose for that decision.

“\Is it... safe to say that one of us is dreaming of this while in an unconscious state? Because the only other explanation for this... might not be comfortable or even believable./”, he finally spoke with caution to the look-a-like of him. This very well could have been a dream or hallucination, but none of the ones he’s had before have gone to this magnitude of unorthodox. He continues to study the other a little more to find any clues to make a better conclusion, but not much else he could say was different outside of the other’s eyes.

“\Different timelines would be unlikely given my confusion to this too. Wait, where are we? Perhaps that could be a clue!/”, Fenton energetically projected as he did feel a jolt of vigor rise within him when he thought of that question.

[bitofthisandthat]

@dragcnsden​ said: “I think I’m going to feel that tomorrow.” - (OG!Gizmoduck @ Morgana 'cause Yes XD )

Sparring + Training Meme!

Okay, just a TAD too heavy on the magical ‘buck’ shots; she gasped in immediate regret that she had been a little TOO cavalier at her...er...energizing magical attack.

“Ohhh! I’m sorry! Sorry! I tried to account for the machinery parts of you and all that...technical mumbo-jumbo stuff, so I dialed back some of my forces and just--eeehhh--pushed out a counter-balance of ‘force’ magic which is more like PUSHING an enemy away, rather than shocking them, and I think I still should have held back more! My calculations were wrong...

Are you okay? Can you still see colors?” She clicked her fingers above her head as close to his ‘ears’ as she could reach. “Can you hear one click or two?”

[decanard-a]

Grin curls over his muzzle at a familiar sight bobbing through the crowd, ears perking forward and docked tail giving a light wag and he stalks through the crowd. Weaving through without any problems, a hand reaches out and grabs onto the duck’s shoulder, spinning him around with a bit more force than necessary as he purrs, ❝ Hey, bab— Oh… It’s jus’ you. ❞

Excitement dims at the sight of his target’s older brother, it immediately being clear now that he’s actually LOOKING at the guy. He’s bigger for one thing. With far darker feathers, unlike his baby boy’s sweet caramel coating, and his headfeathers aren’t as long. Not nearly as good for pulling or toying with… As Augustus looks into gray instead of the honey-hazel he’d been expecting, there is no denying the disappointment, nor the frustrated scoff that slips free. ❝ I was hopin’ you were someone else. ❞ - @ducktales-wco-oo (Augustus)

Elliot had been humming softly to himself on the way to the lab. Doctor Gearloose was expecting him shortly to test out a new upgrade to the Gizmosuit. Suddenly his still injured arm is grabbed and he’s being spun. The catchphrase is on the tip of his tongue despite he doesn’t have the suit. “Bla.” 

Then who actually is in front of him registers and he glares at the dog. “And I was hoping you were dead but I guess we can’t get all what he want so sucks for you.” His other hand curled into a fist but kept it down at his side. He definitely would have to warn Fenton about this.

[tuesdayscanons]

@ducktales-wco-oo :

{ ☆ } Well, his butting-in input is actually being accepted with a smile and enthusiasm… That’s new. Grinning widely, Fenton’s eyes begin to sparkle as his shoulders are grasped, feathers fluffing with sheer exhilaration at the words that came before it. Genius? Genius… GENIUS! Yep, sounds like an accurate word to describe him~ Has anyone ever referred to him as such without their tone being laced with sarcasm? MR. ROMANCE GURU?!

It’s official, this is one of the best days of his life…

“Why, of course, I’m gonna help you!” Fenton replies, gaze heavily-lidded with undeserved arrogance as he puffs his chest and rests hands on his hips. Despite his ‘suave’ demeanor— like any good ‘romance guru’ should have —tail is wagging with childish excitement, Fenton practically abuzz as he resists from bouncing on his own feet. Gotta seem like he knows what he’s talking about, after all… So what if he’s never actually BEEN in a relationship before? Does someone really need to have personal experience in order to consider themselves an EXPERT on a subject? Fenton would like to think not… 

He’s probably wrong in this case, but-

“Okey-doke… Now, first things first, otherwise it’d be second!” Fenton responds, eyes widening and sky hues riveted on the stranger— advice first, introductions later… so he can keep getting called things like ‘genius’ and ‘romance guru’ —as he says, “We gotta make a list of ALL the things your ex likes to do! The stuff that he’s really good at too. That way it’ll be even more impressive when ya beat him at ‘em!” It won’t be easy… but darn it, he’s determined to reunite this young couple and reignite their love. Despite not knowing anything about the relationship prior to the breakup, or the people involved in it. “Trust me, once you show-him-up, he’ll be desperate to show-you-off to everyone!” 

What kinda boyfriend DOESN’T wanna show off his girlfriend? { ☆ }

{☢} A stranger is offering to help her? Giving her the attention she desperately needed?

This must be Maddie's lucky day.

Maddie likes the way this stranger composes himself—confident and suave with a hint of childish excitement. She can't help but giggle at his cute little joke, batting her eyelashes when his sky blue hues meet her blood red ones.

It doesn't matter if the stranger could help Maddie win over Stefan, she's not even sure if she wants that anymore, but she'll play along if it gives her the excuse to spend time with him.

Hesitantly, Maddie lets go of the man's shoulders and begins to think of things she remembers Stefan being good at.

"Well—he liked committing crimes and plotting evil schemes! I don't know if I'd say he's very good at it though, no offense to Stefaboo."

Was it that Stefan was bad at villainy or Stephen is just good at heroism? Either way, it seems like good will always prevail over evil.

"Combat is also something he likes...but I could never harm my Stefaboo like that."

Maddie places her hands over her heart, her expression growing more...uncertain.

"It's strange because he used to want me all to himself. He'd threaten to knock guys out if they even breathed near me." Maddie sighs, "Now he doesn't seem to want me, but he also gets huffy if I talk to other guys? I can't win with him..."

"I guess you could say the thing he's best at is hurting me. It's stupid and cheesy, I know...but I don't really know who I am without him."

Red flags. Loads of red flags. So many red flags, you'd wonder how Maddie hasn't already noticed.

Must be those rose colored glasses of hers. {☢}

[lunarspearedarchive]

               ❝ Alright... If we're successful, then this could revolutionize the Rocket Industry and space exploration as we know it! But if we're not... then there's a ten point seven percent change of spontaneous combustion. ❞ Hurriedly handing Della googles and a safety helmet, Fenton barks out an awkward laugh- ❝ But the blast should be minor at worst. ❞ ... and hopefully not damage the lab TOO drastically. But the model rocket is fine. This is fine... Yeah, it's probably fine. - (*YEET*) / @ducktales-wco-oo​ | unprompted.

▬▬▬ ☾☆      If there was one  thing  Della  loved  when  they  weren’t  out  on  adventures,  it  was  coming  to  the  lab  &&  seeing  what  everyone  was  getting  up  to.  It  wasn’t  often  that  she  got  to  be  there  for  testing  things.  Excitedly  taking  the  goggles  &&  helmet,  Della  grinned  at  her  friend.  

                                  ❛  Only ten point seven? Boo! I’m here for an explosion!  ❜

[peachpitocs]

@ducktales-wco-oo​ said: ‘ don’t even think about going outside without your coat. ’  - ( Fenton @ Robo Dad :3c )

“What?” A second of buffering, then, “Ah! Weather! Coat! Thanks, love.”

Fenton is right, as usual, and Gyro loves him for it. After all, they can both be a little scatterbrained at times. It’s nice to have someone who’s looking out for him when he forgets things or confuses the details. So Gyro shrugs his coat on, then leans down and kisses Fenton on the forehead.

“You ready to head out? It’s Wednesday. Date night. I don’t have anything special planned, but we can maybe go on a walk or get dinner? Anything you want.”

[gamblealifearchived1]

dragcnsden said: “Mark?” Fenton quietly inquires, peeking his head into the parrot’s office, feathers ruffled and throat bobbing as he swallows thickly. Gaze flickers away for a moment, as if debating just excusing himself and there... but the small duck takes a deep breath, eyes closing before refocusing on his partner, hazel hues holding fear and a pain that’s... troublesome, “Can I- Can I talk to you for a moment? It’s... important.” - (*dabs a li’l something for a few weeks into the ‘arrangement’ with Bradford because I’m IMPATIENT and Horrible >:3* )

@ducktales-wco-oo​

        Head in his hands, the parrot releases a tired groan. Mark has barely gotten any work done, let alone gone to any meetings. He had told his secretary to cancel any important ones so he could think properly. Everything was a mess. He still had a complicated infatuation with Bradford, but with Gyro acting strange & the two of them spending more time together. Not to mention he wasn't sure what Fenton could be thinking about all of this ... Mark wanted to scream. 

He was conflicted, hurt & confused about some missing pieces to the puzzle. Fingers rub his temples, barely even hearing Fenton enter his office until he heard their voice. Which was unusually soft. 

Head lifts, tired cerulean hues gazing over at his fiancé with curiosity. "Hey, Querido," he still manages to offer a warm smile at him. & Yet, even that is short lived the more closely he studies the other. Something was wrong. He can already sense it with the nervous way they're reacting with. Was it some bad guy they were dealing with or something else that had happened that he just needed comforting & not some impending doom conversation? 

                                         Please, PLEASE let it be that. 

"Y ——— yeah, sure." He motions towards the empty chair beside his desk, encouraging Fenton over. "Uhm, is everything okay, boo ? "

[soul-heart-and-beyond]

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Character Select -> Dewey Duck Vs! Louie Duck

❖   POSITIVE. I think you’re awesome ║ I like you ║ I want to go on a date with you ║ I love you (familial) ║ You’re cute/handsome ║ I want to marry you ║ You’re attractive ║ I wish we could spend more time together! ║ I’d like to get to know you better ║  I admire you ║ You’re someone that I look up to ║ You’re very kind ║ I consider us friends ║ I secretly have a crush on you ║ I have high respect for you ║ We have common interests ║ I’m happy that I met you

❖   NEGATIVE.

I feel uncomfortable around you ║ You’re bothersome ║ I never want to speak to you again ║ I dislike you ║ I loathe you ║ I’m envious of you ║ I’m worried about you ║ We don’t get along well ║ You’re the worst kind of person ║ You get on my nerves ║ You’re annoying to me ║ We have nothing in common ║ I wish I had never met you ║ I wouldn’t date you if you were the last person alive ║ Not you again

Character Select -> Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera Vs! Mark Beaks

❖   POSITIVE. I think you’re awesome ║ I like you ║ I want to go on a date with you ║ I love you ║ You’re cute/handsome ║ I want to marry you ║ You’re attractive ║ I wish we could spend more time together! ║ I’d like to get to know you better ║  I admire you ║ You’re someone that I look up to ║ You’re very kind ║ I consider us friends ║ I secretly have a crush on you ║ I have high respect for you ║ We have common interests ║ I’m happy that I met you

❖   NEGATIVE.

I feel uncomfortable around you ║ You’re bothersome ║ I never want to speak to you again ║ I dislike you ║ I loathe you ║ I’m envious of you ║ I’m worried about you ║ We don’t get along well ║ You’re the worst kind of person ║ You get on my nerves ║ You’re annoying to me ║ We have nothing in common ║ I wish I had never met you ║ I wouldn’t date you if you were the last person alive ║ Not you again

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dragcnsden said: “We almost died back there. Maybe we should introduce ourselves.” - Fenton @ Gladstone because I have to yeet the Good Boi at the Horrible Goose. XD

Terrible First Meeting Starters

The gander shrugged and waved off the concern of the stranger. He chuckled as if the passing TERROR was just a tickle fight, not some massive brick wall sliding down from mysterious impact and covering the alleyway and street in a pile of dust and mortar. Bystanders were being checked for injuries, as the first responders okay’ed the area as clear. Gladstone watched with mild amusement. If he hadn’t been on the scene, perhaps everyone near him now wouldn’t be.

“Nahhhhhhh I was in NO real danger, trust me.” The aloof gander brushed off his jacket, and straightened his collar. “Even if I was, I’d have been avenged and reinstated, and whoever hurt me would be in DEEP, deep doo-doo. I’m talkin’ instant karma, my man.”

“Though my fav coffee joint just got mushed into street pizza, TCH. Not too thrilled about that. Anyway, I’ll live. Gladstone ALWAYS walks away to win another day.” He quirked a brow at the overly-concerned male and blinked slowly. “And you are?”

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