#ducktales whatever happened to donald duck?!

[giddlygoat]

i have SO many ducks LAWL

my mind is basically a big cartoon duck / silly robot melting pot rn and i always forget to post things as i finish them so i’m putting them all together. we got some donald, high roller, scrooge, my shameless ducktales oc [thinking of naming him Oliver Branch teehee] and a silly scrawl featuring chip inspired by a giggle shared with some chums ohohoho

[regallibellbright]

I am of the firm opinion that, until EXPLICITLY proven otherwise by canon, Kingdom Hearts Court Magician Donald Duck spent most of his childhood and adolescence traveling across the worlds on adventures with his Uncle Scrooge, and that's where he learned magic.

This is also where he discovered a lot of magical items, not to mention all the ones SCROOGE found, so honestly Donald doesn't even bother to keep track of all the treasures in the Duck Family's possession, no one does really, not even SCROOGE knows, he'll go digging one up because he needs one for a specific purpose/adventure and in the process he'll unearth like five similar ones he just plain forgot about.

Obviously Scrooge continued adventuring while Donald was off being a Musketeer, including at least one use of Zettaflare that is forever engraved in Goofy and Mickey's memories but for Donald was just in his bottom quarter of all-time adventure rankings, and obviously Scrooge continued finding fantastical treasures that he may or may not know the significance of. There's at least one magical sword that's currently being used at the Bistro as a knife because it never loses its edge.

What I'm saying is Scrooge McDuck is a Keyblade wielder and you cannot convince me otherwise. A weapon that can also open any chest is INVALUABLE to an adventurer like him, are you kidding? When he retired from adventuring in favor of being a full-time entrepreneur he just chucked it in the bin with everything else. Probably he managed to find one of the Foretellers' old Keyblades lying around or something. It'd just figure. No one told HIM he was needed for a war between light and darkness for the fate of all the worlds! Donald never tells him where he's been these days!

While I laid out this proposition to a friend on Discord, she agreed and added that Webby should get a Keyblade too.

Conclusion:

This is the current wielder of Ira's Keyblade. Scrooge had it lying around for a decade in some attic somewhere, Webby thought the unicorn was cool, and Scrooge figured, hey! Every child should have a good set of lockpicks for treasure chests and a means of self-defense, and it's not as though he's using it for anything important!

When Donald finds this out, he will be disappointed, but not surprised.

[writebackatya]

Saw a post in the Della Duck tags where someone was proposing a fic idea to someone else where Donald and Della are in a custody battle for the boys

No shade meant to the person who proposed it but it made me laugh because the custody battle I have in my head is Della putting Donald in a headlock until he gives in

That’s how it’d go down

[lettheladylead]

does the artbook explain that one picture in “whatever happened to donald duck” where donald’s in front of the spear of selene? that little detail has been driving me insane for years😭

it sure does not and i absolutely never noticed that before!! at first i was like "maybe it's one of the rockets scrooge sent up after della disappeared?" but no those ones didnt have the $ logo

i mean theres some stuff in the art book about donald blaming himself for della's disappearance but i figure that was pre-production stuff. does anyone remember if donald knew about the spear of selene before della did??? i cant remember at all

anyway this is probably just a little oopsie but also thatd be a weird oopsie. i dunno. hate that you pointed this out to me

[waffietato]

I am once again crying over Della Duck

[violetganache42]

Highlights from tonight's movie night celebrating some of the different teams Donald has been a part of in categorized and chronological order (I honestly like this format. I might stick with it):

"Boat Builders":

Good news: The short has subtitles! Bad news: They're not in English, so you still can't understand what the fuck Donald is saying.

Donald: "Yeah, even a child can do it!" Godfrey: "Even Della could do it!"

justaboot: "god's third choice after the 3 stooges"

Max's mother has been found

"The First Adventure!":

Bradford Hate Club

Ludwig appearance!

puffywuffy8904: "he's serving whatever the opposite of cunt is" WriteBackAtYa: "So di—"

(I love this screenshot. 😂)

The reference to Della's letter

WriteBackAtYa and I being on the same wavelength

Eat the rich uncle (Sorry, Scrooge, but I had to. XD)

"You can't mute me, old man!"

RIP Donald's guitar

The Temple of Doom parallel!

PAPYRUS

"Treasure of the Golden Suns" easter egg!

"fragile old body"

POGO CANE

Black Heron doing the smug anime girl laugh (You know what I'm talking about.)

"I'm the chosen one!" Pure Deweycore

"So long, suckers!"

Just Black Heron in general (She's a fun villain. lol)

DONALD KILL

Us ranting about Bradford using the Papyrus of Binding to escape like the COWARD THAT HE IS! WHY WE OUGHTA— COME BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE—

If I had a nickel for every time Black Heron lost her robot arm, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

Me: "BEAKLEY YOU FOOL" Godfrey: "YOU FUCKING FOOOOOOOOL"

"The House of the Lucky Gander!":

Louie "I do hate hot dogs" Duck noticing the neon lights shaped like a hot dog

"We're all gonna die! I'VE WASTED MY LIFE!"

Launchpad deserves his own episode dedicating to his love life

Gladstone Hate Club

Scrooge looking at the camera like he's on The Office

puffywuffy8904: "gladstone you have a haircut shut up"

Huey autism moment

Just how bored and tired Dewey, Webby, and Scrooge were after seeing Aquarioon

Dewey and the jade tigers

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

27!

Webby's love for chocolate fountains

"And a distraction."

Scrooge: "I don't even get to be part of the blasted challenge?" Huey:

Real-Life-Pine-Tree: "Roasted duck anyone?" Me: "'Danny: I'll have the duck.'"

Louie's motivational speech

"Where did that come from?"

Us @ Liu Hai: RIP bozo (at least until DuckTales World Showcase Adventure)

The underwhelming Golden Cricket and how fucking bored and exhausted the family was

"Mt. Fuji Whiz":

LotTC basically being DuckTales on crack

Me: "Hell is a city. Where have I seen that before? 🤔" Godfrey: "Hazbin Hote—[gunshot]"

My idea of Clinton and Webby bonding over Clan McDuck history

Missy thirsting for Panchito

The return of the Ari the Autism Bird!

Xandra and the nieces in general (They're some of the best characters in the show. ^^)

*The Three Caballeros are stuck in the Underworld* AMJ: "We have a very simple solution." DT17!Huey: "This doesn't feel simple."

Jack Skellington moon

Donald saying the Karen phrase

Xandra and Charon clothes swap

Panchito being "that" guy

The Sheldgoose family tree taking notes from Goofy's family tree regarding the relatives' designs

IN THE PLUMS!

Clinton hugging Donald 💖

Tokyo? LIKE IN DUCKTALES!

"Potatoland":

Dreamy: "SEE HE HAS 27 FINGERS" Me: "27!"

POTATOLAND! POTATOLAND!

"Mickey, I am fed up with your bullshit devil magic."

Praising Mickey's characterization in the Paul Rudish shorts

Donald's blush

No more Idaho

Just the whole short in general. It's the best. XD

"Mickey, Donald, Goofy: The Three Musketeers":

Black Arts Beagle's Musketeer cousins

puffywuffy8904: "they wanna be Scrooge soooo bad"

Donald being, and I quote Jamie, "a punk bitch" in this movie

The return of Pete Hate Club

"Whoa, he's bisexual, I didn't know that!"/"By the way, I'm bisexual! I forgot, I- forgot to announce it! How do you turn this shit off- wait-"

The entire opera gag

Clarabelle appearance!

Dreamy pointing out the parallels how Pete is to Minnie what Bradford is to Scrooge

In the Hall of the Mountain King

"Why did the music stop?"

"Together, we'll save the princess or die trying!"/"…Die? …Die?"

melcat33: "Minnie discovers she's into bdsm"

WriteBackAtYa and I quoting Philip CD-i Legend of Zelda

The turtle trying to be the rooster from Robin Hood at one point

"That little diddy's starting to grow on me."

Pete referencing The Lion King

Donald FINALLY unleashing his iconic temper

melcat33: "Goofy finally being Dad Material" WriteBackAtYa: "But he was daddy material"

(Look what you made me do! /lh)

Pirates of Penzance

"Not long… maybe… 40 years?"

The movie ending with the fucking Can-Can

Learning about how Tokyo Disneyland had Mickey, Donald, and Goofy as the Three Musketeers and they all looked AMAZING (Why does Japan get all the cool shit?!)

[godfrey-the-chaos-duck]

Uncle Night Highlights!

@violetganache42 isn't feeling well (get well soon vi) so I nominated myself to do the post

let's ignore the fact that I was a whole hour late, I scrolled up the chat to catch up really quick so anything up to The Depths Of Cousin Fethry is just from what I could gather from that)

Spies In Their Eyes

DuckTales feat. Period Typical Stereotypessss

Scrooge being boring

JAIL

From The Confidential Casefiles Of Agent 22!

BEAKLEY BADASSERY

60s Spy Movie Vibes

@writebackatya "More like The Man From U.N.C.L.E. Scrooge, amirite?"

GUMMI BEARS

@hueberryshortcake "Scrooge 'fuck it we ball' McDuck get surprised when all of his wards have 'fuck it we ball' mindsets"

@tealottie thirsting over Beakley (to absolutely nobody's surprise) but dammit she's right

Dime Enough For Luck

"THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMAREEEE"

People Not Liking Gladstone

Magica's BEAUTIFUL ACCENT

Pointing out that WebLena is basically Dimeshipping but a generation down

Gladstone loses his luck (and his shit)

AUDIO PROBLEMS

"better luck next dime"

The Depths Of Cousin Fethry!

Huey kissing a worm (New ship: HueWorm)

Fethry and Huey being autistic

Dewey being an ableist POS and us all calling his ass out (he gets better at the end)

Neurodivergent ducks save the dayyyyy

(then we watched a bunch of cool DuckTales animatic and the audio was a Dumpster Fire)

House Of Scrooge

Scrooge McDuck bought the House Of Mouse and is a cheap bastard about it (but NO MORE PETE WOOO)

SHAKESPEARE CARTOON BABEYYYY it was a parody of A Midsummer Night's Dream and HELL YEAH

More of Scrooge's Mr. Krabs level cheapskatery

Mickey et al fighting fire with fire and ALSO being cheapskates (it doesn't work as intended)

Show And Tell feat. Scrooge's dime

VON DRAKE'S HOUSE OF GENIUS (in which he gets arrested)

Whatever Happened To Donald Duck?!

Everyone being Very Very Normal about this episode at the start

GHOST PEPPERS

Penumbra is Amazing

Dew-tective (and Webby's deerstalker hat)

that CREEPY ASS MOON BUG (which gave Donald temporary fighting skills!)

Donald actually went to therapy (the only one who actually did)

Collective Lunaris Hate

"There goes the bravest man on two worlds"

[okaystoptellingmetomakeanaccount]

Man you know what i would really want. Kind of like a site that could compare all duck media (or hell, all disney media would be cool too) and how much people like them. Like put the ducktales finale against a barks 10 pager and see which one people prefer, which one has a higher score. If the entire top 100 would be dominated by comics or if a few animated things would slip in too.

And you cant like compare imdb scores to inducks scores because 1 inducks has a weird rating system, and 2 the people voting are completely different audiences. It’s never gonna be a fair logical comparison. But imagine if there was like a site where they had both and where everyone was equally fan of everything and then they would fairly vote i just want to knowww.

Ratings are cool, but cross media ratings are even cooler. How does episode 3 of the this duckburg life podcast/audioplay compare to Paperino skipper from Giorgio Pezzin. I need to know. Has chapter 5 of totem decapitato a higher rating than the first ever episode of dt87? Do people like the ducktales lost lamp movie more than the solving mysteries and rewriting history book? Has the first story of PKNA more historical significance to the fans than Donalds first ever appearance in general? Will they go as far as rate Evroniani higher than The wise little hen?

These ridiculous questions about things that are impossible to compare but I just want to because it’s fun i need that. Because Duck Avenger: Shadow of venus is completely different from: Mickey Mouse Clubhouse: mickey gets sick (or whatever i dont actually remember any episode titles) or Mickey Donald and Goofy go on a roadtrip (whatever that cartoon was with the trailer its a fun one) but they’re somehow also all the same ‘mickey and friends’ franchise. I just think it’s interesting and i will probably now not rest until these questions are answered oh help

How does the Scrooge McDuck and money cartoon compare to the kingdom hearts manga? Is Donald Duck going quackers better than episode 7 season 1 of darkwing duck? Is Donalds appearance in who framed roger rabbit better than his orange juice? Is the Toontown in Disneyland Epcot a better experience than The Dark Side from MMMM? Would you rather be stuck in a room for an hour with only a donald duck colouring book from the zeeman or disney crossy road? Do the fans like the donald duck clock more than an extremely goofy movie? Is the Scrooge McDuck boardgame a better experience than that Donald Duck’s birthday childrens book? Did people get more enjoyment out of Sora’s super smash bros ultimate trailer or the Daisy Duck lego brickhead?? IS THAT BOOTLEG DONALD DUCK UMBRELLA FROM CHINA I GOT AS A KID BETTER OR THIS YOUTUBE VIDEO I WATCHED YESTERDAY ABOUT MICKEY MOUSE COPYRIGHT??? (both those last two things did not happen to me im sorry)

going a bit far there but thats because the general idea without all of the insanity just seems so incredibly fun to me. Even the brickhead and trailer comparison. Yknow what who cares about unfair voting. Just compile all the normal unweighted inducks scores, all imdb and letterboxd and rotten tomatoes and whatever more exists ratings, amazon reviews, to videogame ratings that you always see on wikipedia and just put them all together and see what the result is and also implement the inducks ratings because its a very easy and handy rating system and let people rate on the site on too of that.

Okay no dont do that that would be stupid but like all the cartoons and comics and audio things and games and boardgames and books and maybe not boardgames but everything that is a story and see which stories people like the most i just think that would be so cool.

I dont think im making sense i think Im going to bed now lmfao.

[donro-week]

Donro Week Dates and Prompt List

Donro Week 2023 will begin on July 23rd and end on July 29th.

Guidelines

Each day of the week will introduce a new prompt, for which you create your own Donro related pieces that match the theme. On the day of the prompt, we encourage you to post these works and tag the posts with the #donroweek2023 tag, along with @ing this blog so we can make sure we see it. You can prepare for these days in advance or work on them the day of. Additionally, each day will have an optional Question of the Day (QOTD) to spark discussion about the ship, ask about headcanons, or opinions.

All iterations of Donro are welcome! This means comics, DuckTales cartoons, and any other version you can think of (there was that one Paperinik game...).

Without further ado, here are the prompts!

Day 1 (July 23rd): Lazy Days

Gyro and Donald are both busy people with stressful lives. They deserve to take it easy and relax! So this day is for making these two have a lazy day! There are many silly and laid-back ways they could spend their day off together.

Optional QOTD: How do you think Donald and Gyro first met and become friends, then eventual partners?

Day 2 (July 24th): Conflict

The phrase "bickering like an old married couple" is so true for these two. Not to mention, Gyro and Donald are different from each other in many ways. From petty squabbling to a more serious disagreement, this is the day to introduce a bit of conflict to their relationship.

Optional QOTD: What qualities do Donald and Gyro get annoyed by or not like in each other?

Day 3 (July 25th): Boats

Donald Duck: a sailor, a former Navy officer, and, well, a duck! By design he has an affinity for water and boats. He might not be a sailor in every iteration, but he's wearing the uniform. Add Gyro into the mix and you've got two birds at sea... or maybe in a houseboat.

Optional QOTD: What is your favorite thing about Donald Duck?

Day 4 (July 26th): Invention Gone Wrong

Gyro Gearloose: a quirky inventor full of enthusiasm and a history of inventions going wrong. Perhaps he wanted to surprise Donald with an invention, but it has unintended effects. Maybe he can't quite work out a problem. Perhaps Donald is the one trying inventing out...

Optional QOTD: What is your favorite thing about Gyro Gearloose?

Day 5 (July 27th): Family

Family is important to both Gyro and Donald. Both love their respective nephews and Gyro is accepted as one of the Ducks. On this day, the focus is on Gyro, Donald, and their families.

Optional QOTD: How do you think the extended Gearloose and Duck family would react to their relationship?

Day 6 (July 28th): AU

To those of you who like to remix Donro, this is for you! Create something related to an alternate universe Donald and Gyro. It can be an existing AU or a brand new AU. If you aren't interested in AUs, this can be a free day-- a what-if scene that never happened in the comics or cartoons, Donald and Gyro as different animals, or whatever else you can think of!

Optional QOTD: Gyro and Donald from the comics and DuckTales are different. If you are used to the comics, what interests you about DuckTales Donro? If you are more used to the DuckTales cartoons, what interests you about comics Donro?

Day 7 (July 29th): Gift Day!

To end this event with a bang, this day is a little different. Rather than follow a prompt, instead create a Donro piece as a gift for another user! You could make a piece dedicated to your mutuals, create something inspired by fanfiction or fanart, do donro requests for this day, or do an art trade. It's up to you! Choose a friend, a stranger, or someone you admire in the donro community and create something special for them.

Optional QOTD: What Donro fanart, fanfic, or creator inspired you/do you recommend?

[emilou-keen-gear]

Ducktales Halloween Short

Spooktober prompt: "They are calling us..." "Don't listen to them. Do you hear me? Don't listen to a word they promise you!"

Word Count: appox. 2500

Characters: Young Della, Donald, Fethry, and Gladstone

Title: The Evil Twin

            Gladstone Gander and Fethry Duck waited in the foyer of McDuck Manor for Della and Donald Duck to join them in Trick-or-Treating and then having a sleep-over at the manor. Duckworth had let them in when their guardians had dropped them off, barely giving them a few words before heading off to do whatever butlers did. This was the first time the cousins had been together since Della and Donald had begun living with Uncle Scrooge.

            Gladstone, the oldest and a couple of years older than the twins, wore a glamorous costume of a medieval king made of satin and embroidered with gold thread. It was high end, comfortable, and free when he had won it in a raffle that he didn’t even remember entering. Classic Gladstone.

            Fethry was a stark contrast. As his interests were of the deep sea, he had chosen a costume depicting one of the most terrifying creatures of the midnight zone: the angler fish. And while the real fish was the stuff of nightmares, Fethry had done his best making his own costume with cardboard, glue and paint. It was rudimentary but stable. He even had a glow stick attached to wire attached to his hat in imitation of the fish. He showed no sign of embarrassment for his home-made costume and his eyes shown with an eagerness that all young ducks have on this night of nights. As the youngest of the cousins, it was for his benefit that they were all going as a group.

            And while Gladstone wouldn’t say no to free candy—he got enough of it throughout his life—a part of him rankled at doing something so childish. He was getting to that age that he was figuring out which activities he was too grown-up for and which ones that he was young enough to participate.

            And he had decided Trick-or-Treating was definitely for kids…which is what he was not. He was a teen and far too grown up for this. Not to mention, he was expected to look after the younger cousins, and responsibilities were definitely something he was too young for.

            And as teens often do, Gladstone looked for a way to entertain himself as he waited for Della and Donald as well as for the rest of the night. And a Halloween prank would be just the thing.

            Hey, Fethry. You do know that with every set of twins, there’s always an evil one, do you?”

            Fethry looked up at his older cousin with wide eyes. A second of skepticism crossed his young face but it didn’t last. “Is that really true?”

            Gladstone gave a sideways smile. “Of course it’s true. They’re genetically predisposed that one of them is much more evil than the other.”

            The big words only solidified Fethry’s trust in Gladstone’s words. After all, something that sounded so scientific must be true.

            “It’s definitely Della,” Fethry said with a nod of his head. That was an obvious choice. She was much more active and mischievous than her twin brother, prone to get into trouble in one form or the other.

            Gladstone grimaced. “Yeah, you’d think that because it’s obvious. But that’s all a farce. The real evil twin will act like the good one until it’s too late.”

            Fethry frowned. “But that would mean…”

            “Yes, Donald is the real evil twin,” Gladstone said with a smile, watching Fethry’s face change.

            Fethry shook his head. “No. Donald’s good. He’s been so nice to me. You’re trying to trick me.”

            “Ah, how old is Donald now? Didn’t he and Della have a birthday recently? They turned…twelve, right?”

            Fethry nodded. It happened right before they went to live with Uncle Scrooge.

            “Well, there you go,” Gladstone said as if he had rested his case. “The evil twin doesn’t go totally evil until they turn twelve. The old Donald is gone. He’s gone to the dark side.”

            Fethry frowned. “Now I know you’re lying. Donald would never be evil.” He crossed his arms, ending his statement.

            “Alright. You’re the one who always shares a bunk bed with him, so I guess you’ll just have to learn the hard way,” Gladstone said, learning that when pranking his littlest cousin, sometimes you have to leave the chips where they lay.

            “Gladstone. Fethry. Are you down there?” Donald shouted from the second floor, her loud voice carrying through the acoustically perfect foyer.

            “We’re ready!” Della added, her voice much louder than her brother’s. “Time to go get candy!”

            “They’re calling us,” Fethry said.

            Gladstone decided to plant one last doubt. “I’ll warn you one more time. Even if you don’t believe me, don’t listen to him. Do you hear me? Don’t believe anything he promises you? And keep your wits about you.” Gladstone was proud of his little bit of acting. He was good enough to reap some concern from Fethry’s eyes.

            “Here we come,” Della yelled charging down the first set of stairs then sliding down the banister of the second set. While her chosen costume might have slowed down anyone else, it didn’t stop Della Duck.

            She had found a wedding dress at a thrift store and had butchered it so that the hem fit her shorter frame, shredded the sleeves and dirtied it in places until it was no longer the beautiful dress that someone had been married in long ago. She had painted a good likeness of rib bones on one side and her face a good likeness of the not-so-recently dead. The finishing touches of her costume were a veil covered with plastic spiders, worms and bugs, and a bouquet of dead flowers.

            “Nice costume, Cuz,” Gladstone said, impressed. He was rarely impressed.

            “Thanks,” Della said. “Come on, Donald. We have to get moving if we want to get the good candy.”

            “I’m coming,” Donald yelled, although he was not as enthusiastic as his sister, descending the stairs with an almost depressed air. He wore a dark t-shirt under a just as dark flannel shirt with a guitar slung on his back.

            “What are you supposed to be?” Fethry asked, taken aback by Donald’s appearance. He had yet to see his cousin once he had transitioned into this grunge phase. He was used to a brighter, positive Donald. But then again, it had been several months since the cousins had gotten together.

            “I’m a tortured artist who has looked into the dark abyss of his soul and reached deep down and found just how depressing life could get,” Donald said in his raspy voice.

            Gladstone also hadn’t seen Donald in his grunge phase, and he couldn’t have chosen a better scenario for his chosen prank. He had been counting on Donald’s bad luck and temper to help things along, but it would seem that Gladstone might not even have to lift a finger. He glanced at Fethry who was edging away from Donald slightly, just enough to give his cousin a boundary.

            Della rolled her eyes. “Don’t pay attention to him. He didn’t want to dress up, so he’s going as himself. He’s so lame”

            Donald stuck his tongue at his sister, and she returned the gesture. “Just because I’m not catering to the capitalizing of a pagan holiday doesn’t make me lame.” By his tone, he considered himself quite the opposite. He moved his guitar into his hands and strummed a few chords.

            “No, it just means that you don’t get any candy,” Della said with a smirk.

            Donald frowned. “Hey, I’m going trick-or-treating, right? If I’m doing the footwork, I get the candy.”

            “Wouldn’t that be ‘capitalizing’ on a pagan holiday?” Della asked.

            Donald shrugged. “If they want to give me free candy, then I’m not complaining.”

            Della’s eyes widened and sparkled. “Do you hear that, Fethry and Gladstone? He’s not complaining. That means we’re not going to hear a single complaint out of Donald for the whole night.”

            “Wait a minute—“ Donald started to protest.

            Della poked him in the chest. “Not. For. The. Entire. Night.” She narrowed her eyes at him in a challenge.

            Donald rolled his eyes before agreeing. “Fine. But I’m only doing this for Cousin Fethry.” He turned to the youngest of the Duck family. “Hey, nice costume. Great job not buying from a big box store and making the rich richer.”

            Della glared at him.

            “Hey, it wasn’t a complaint. It was a compliment,” Donald protested. He ruffled Fethry’s cap, not noticing how the young duckling flinched, before heading to the door. “Let’s go.”

            Gladstone crept up behind Fethry and whispered, “Remember what I said. Don’t let him find out that you know he’s evil. Then we’ll all really be in trouble.” Gladstone had to work hard not to chuckle as he followed Della and Donald out of the door.

            Out on the streets, there were not many moments for Gladstone to keep up his prank on his cousins. Donald was doing a great job doing it for him whenever he stroked his guitar and started singing. The budding musician kept to dark themes about tortured pasts, sticking it to the man and the quality of people’s souls. There was one song about “eating the rich” which nearly had Gladstone in stitches as Fethry’s eyes grew bigger and bigger.

            “We’ll have to warn Uncle Scrooge,” Gladstone said in a serious voice. “He might be Donald first victim.”

            However everything came to seed as they approached a large house that appeared to have a home-made spook alley for all the trick-or-treaters.

            “Oh, yeah! This looks fun,” Della said, running to save them a spot in the line that had formed on the front walkway.

            “Oh, this doesn’t look good,” Gladstone whispered where only Fethry could hear him. “This looks like the perfect place for Donald to go full evil.”

            “What? But…but he hasn’t done anything all night,” Fethry said, his voice trembling.

            “That’s because the evil spirit hasn’t possessed him entirely yet,” Gladstone said. “But the littlest thing could set him off, and he’ll take it out on the nearest person. Be careful.”

            “Hey, Fethry. You coming?” Donald called, noticing the two cousins lagging.

            “Uh…I don’t think I want to go,” Fethry said, his eyes fixed in an unblinking stare at Donald.

            “Hey, there’s nothing to be afraid of,” Donald said, heading to Fethry. “How about I go through it with you? You’ll see. It’ll be fine.”

            “Uh…” Fethry gasped as Donald grabbed his hand—as they did all the time when they were much younger—and led him to the line right behind Della. Fethry looked to Gladstone for help but the teen had conveniently gone missing.

            “D-Donald,” Fethry stuttered. “I-I really don’t want to go. P-Please can I just wait outside?”

            “It’s not that scary, Fethry. You’re a big boy. You can do it,” Donald said reassuringly. “I’ll make sure nothing is going to happen to you. I promise.”

            Unbeknownst to Donald, he had just said the wrong thing. This only caused Fethry more grief and he was shaking with fear even before he stepped into the haunted house.

            Unbeknownst to all three ducklings going into the house, Gladstone had left them to sneak around back to have a word with the teenagers who were running the spook alley. He told them exactly what he wanted and passed over a couple of twenty-dollar bills he had picked up over the course of the night. The teens snickered and grinned at the idea of a prank.

            Donald had been right. The spook alley wasn’t anything to be scared of, unless you were very young. Most of it was in good fun and jump-scares that were obvious. The teens in costume were easy to spot and the only ones who were screaming were young kids or silly girls. Yet Fethry was a bundle of nerves going through the house.

            “Come on. It’s not that scary,” Della said after the third time she and Donald had to force Fethry to move on to the next room.

            Neither of the twins could guess that it wasn’t the haunted fun house that was scaring the younger duckling but Donald. And when they entered the basement, things took a turn for the worse. After going down the stairs into a darker than usual area, it was as if the entire haunted house had set their sights upon Donald.

            Teens dressed in costumes targeted the male pre-teen duck, scaring him, throwing things at him, and pushing him around. A few even tried to snatch his guitar.

            And that made Donald mad.

            Della at first thought it was funny, but once she realized that Donald was being targeted, she protested against the teens in costume. When she tried to step in, she was also pushed around and teased.

            And that was the last straw for Donald. The only one who was allowed to tease Della was him. He let loose his famous fury, flying around the room with tremendous speed, growling, hopping and yelling a string of words that nobody could understand. And although he didn’t hurt any of the teens, he certainly made short work of their costumes and made of mess of that portion of the spook alley.

            And all this time, Fethry stood in a corner trembling, seeing that his cousin had finally been possessed of the evil-twin spirit. It didn’t matter that he knew of Donald’s temper and had seen these types of tantrums before. All that filled his mind was Gladstone’s words.

            Fethry let out a piercing scream and fled the house, leaving behind his bag of candy and pieces of his costume that tore off in his need to flee.

            “Fethry?” Della and Donald said together, hearing their cousin’s fading screams upstairs. Leaving behind the dazed teens, they went after Fethry, calling his name.

            Outside, they caught up to him, confused at his fear and trying to figure out what was going on. Then they were hinted as to the source of the problem when they heard Gladstone laughing at the corner of the property.

            It was Della who finally convinced Fethry to reveal everything and told her cousin that Gladstone was filled with something unsanitary. After a few minutes of calming the duckling down and Donald singing some cheerful songs on his guitar, they were finally able to return to trick-or-treating.

            Donald and Fethry led the way, this time with the gloomy pre-teen smiling and looking like his old self—pre-grunge. He played one song after another for his younger cousin, and even improvised some fun Halloween tunes.

            Della took up the rear with Gladstone, her expression cold and stony.

            “Oh, come on. It’s Halloween. I was getting into the spirit of things with a harmless prank,” Gladstone defended himself.

            “No, you’re right. Pranks and Halloween go together,” Della said. “And I’ll admit, that was a good one. However, you got one thing wrong.”

            Gladstone sighed. “Yeah, I know. Fethry should be off-limits with pranks. But it was just so easy, I couldn’t help myself.”

            “No, that’s not it,” Della said, her voice turning dark. “You guessed the wrong evil twin. And now you’re on my list, pal.”

[quiverwingquack]

Alright fellas I’m here to tell you why you should vote for Donald in the @tournamentofdads. I’m gonna spoil Ducktales 2017 a little bit, but it’s fine.

Donald Duck’s sister Della gets lost in space for ten years, and in that time, who raises her kids? Donald. He builds a boat, takes his nephews, and does whatever he can for them.

The series starts with him deciding he has to sacrifice being no-contact with his Uncle Scrooge so that the boys will be looked after while he tries to get a new job. And when the boys find out what happened to their mom, and the family falls apart, Donald brings them back together.

They also reveal he gave up adventuring and his career as a musician to raise the boys and keep them safe! Plus, it turns out he’s been in therapy this whole time because he wants to be a good dad. Oh, and his infamous temper? Completely driven by love for his kids.

In season 3, there’s a whole episode where Donald finds a genie and wishes his family was more normal. It turns out he does it because he’s scared of them getting hurt, like his sister that he lost for a decade. And he uses his last wish just to have a nice framed family photo to hang up in his boat.

And his last scene in the series? They’ve just found two little girls who need a place to belong, and he takes them in no questions asked.

Donald is driven entirely by love for his kids and a desire to protect what matters most to him: family. Please vote for Donald in the tournament of dads!

[thevaudevilledemon]

Duck Musings: Just How Lucky is Gladstone?

Let’s start this Musings Post off by talking about one of my all time favourite Mickey Mouse shorts, Mickey’s Trailer. For those of you who haven’t seen it, it’s on Disney+, you can probably find it online somewhere if you don’t want to support Disney (No judgement there), but long story short, about half-way through Mickey and Donald are sent down a dangerous road after Goofy accidentally dislodges their trailer from the back of the car.

During this time, Mickey manages to Stop the trailer falling off a cliff twice, uses a fence to get past a truck moving along a one way road, and avoids both getting hit by and ramming into a train by the narrowest of narrow margins. So, clearly, Mickey is lucky, and since we know Donald Duck is eternally unlucky, we can only assume that Mickey’s luck somehow cancels out Donald’s bad luck, since if it was just Donald in that trailer, he would have fallen off the cliff, gotten hit by a large truck and a train and then run into the train and be carried off somewhere far away. Which is interesting, because Donald is very familiar with ungodly lucky beings, but the problem is that the other guy’s luck actually makes his bad luck worse.

Okay, so maybe Mickey isn’t actually really lucky, and maybe his luck doesn’t cancel out Donald’s bad luck, but this was the thought I had before I began trying to make sense of Gladstone Gander’s... Absurd? Ridiculous? Absolutely effing Bonkers? Unnaturally good luck.

Because here’s the thing, Gladstone’s luck, might not be your everyday luck. This is, advanced luck!

The Oxford Dictionary defines “Luck” as; “success or failure apparently brought by chance rather than through one's own actions”, while Merriam-Webster defines “Luck” as “A force that brings good fortune or adversity”, and “favoring chance”. But this is all often just happenstance, like for instance, you find a flower that someone wants to buy for a thousand dollars, well if you just happen to stumble upon it then that is really just happenstance. However, if you were to find a whole field of them where they normally wouldn’t grow, that might reach into the supernatural.

We’ve seen in “The Solitude of the Four-Leaf Clover Part 2″, (No I will never stop bringing up that beautiful comic) that Gladstone’s luck was so good that, if we took it all as happenstance, he returned to Duckburg right at the end of a terrible storm, and the Earthquakes that fixed everything had nothing to do with his luck, they were just earthquakes that put a lot of things back where they were, that were moved by the earthquakes. Okay, clearly Gladstone’s luck had something to do with all that, even Professor Ludwig Von Drake hypothesizes that Gladstone is the city’s good luck charm, so his luck clearly isn’t just unusual amounts of happenstance.

Of course, Gladstone’s luck could be predominately magical in nature, as proven by the time his luck was stolen by Magica De Spell in both “A Gal for Gladstone” and “Gladstone The Unlucky Duck”, and when it was syphoned by The Phantom Blot in one episode of DuckTales 2017 (The Phantom and the Sorceress), so that does kind of completely explain everything else. A wise(-ish) man once said “Because Magic is a better reason than Because Potatoes”, and magic does seem to be a good explanation for Gladstone’s superior luck, but it doesn’t quite answer the question of how strong it is.

We know that for a while Gladstone had the worst luck on his birthdays, thanks to a mishap that happened on his birthday thanks to the Triple Distelfink or whatever he was born under, some lightning, and his cousin Donald, and it is theorized that one one such Birthday, he lost his parents. However, on the one birthday he managed to reverse this curse, his bad luck didn’t seem to hinder him... for the most part. He got in a taxi to drive away from Grandma Duck’s farm, but the taxi got spun around, he gets on a train but the car he’s in derails and lands on a boat on a river that he instinctively knows leads to Grandma Duck’s farm, and then he gets on an airplane but a meteor hits the side, sucks him out and he lands on a hot air balloon and gets taken to Grandma Duck’s farm. So, it seems that even his bad luck, isn’t all that bad.

In fact, this leads me to the question, can Gladstone manipulate his own luck? As seen again in “Gladstone and the Solitude of the Four Leaf Clover Part 1″, when Gladstone was trying to form a new identity in the country, and his new friends took him out truffle hunting, not only did he not find any mushrooms at all, he also had such bad luck that his new friends commented on his bad luck. So, either he is so lucky that he can become unlucky when he needs to be, or he can somehow manage to turn his luck off.

We do know that others can manipulate his luck, as seen in the DuckTales ‘87 episode “Dime Enough for Luck” where Magica De Spell managed to hypnotize Gladstone in an attempt to steal Scrooge’s number one dime, and we can also assume this is how he managed to get trapped in Toad Liu Hai’s casino in the 2017 series, that the Luck Vampire managed to manipulate Gladstone’s luck to keep him trapped for several years. On top of all that, if Gladstone’s luck wasn’t able to be manipulated or was infallible, then his bad luck birthdays would never happen.

This has led to a lot of people making headcanons and theories about how exactly Gladstone’s luck works, does it give him what he needs when he needs it? Does it give him more? Does it give him less? Is it trying to communicate something to him? Is it all just happenstance? Is it actually magic? Is his bad luck actually bad? Is his good luck actually good? Does his luck even effect Donald? Ultimately, Gladstone’s luck does have its limits, but just what those limits are is anyone’s guess.

I dunno, maybe we should just let ModMad write the rules for Gladstone’s luck.

[babblingbonnie]

PARASOL

CHAPTER ONE: Peculiar Parcel!

when a peculiarly shaped package arrives on Scrooge's desk, he takes some time to reminisce about the day he arrived in Louisville to find that dinky steamboat on the Mississippi river and the ducks that took him in. Albeit one seemingly reluctantly...

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hello - I'm very much in love with 2k17 ducktales as well as the older versions! I wanted to try and merge some of the complete life and times of scrooge mcduck by Don Rosa with 2k17 ducktales because for some reason I adore ducks that also happen to be sailors.

There is a major spoiler warning for 2k17 ducktales season 3 finale, though it came out a few years ago I wanted to add this just to be sure you're aware. This is cross published on Quotev -- I also apologize for any inaccuracies, I really hope you enjoy this silly little story! :-)

CHAPTER ONE: Peculiar Parcel!

A PARCEL HAD FOUND ITS WAY TO SCROOGE'S DESK THAT MORNING. It was long with odd bulges along its surface and seemingly insignificant. It sat, and sat, and sat.....then sat some more.

In fact, the sun was already setting slowly in the foreground behind wide windows by the time Scrooge had actually taken a look at it.  

It had been a busy day full of mundane meetings and even more soul-wrenching interviews for a new Board of Director as his old one turned out to be evil.

Figures, with a name like Bradford it was only a matter of time before something mildly evil became of him.

The children were lively as ever, an occasional scream and the sound of something thumping on the ground could be heard outside his office. Shenanigans afoot.

Della's voice seemed to carry throughout the whole manor, and it was assumed that she was an avid player of whatever game the children were participating in as the duck's battle cries rang across the air with promises of multiple darts to whichever body part was exposed if she caught them.

Scrooge had passed Donald in one of the numerous sitting rooms before he had retreated to his study, sharing a few exchanges of words and his one daily comment about his nephews free-loader status.

By the sounds of furious quacking it seems like the rambunctious group had roped the sailor into their chaos.

Scrooge chuckled into his work, cringing ever so often at the sounds of crashing followed by 'oops!' every time, without fail. Usually he would go out there and wave his cane around like a true old man telling dastardly kids to get off his lawn, threatening them that they would be the ones paying for everything with a crack.

But that afternoon paperwork demanded the McDuck's full attention, he couldn't go on any longer without a Board of Director. Mostly because he had taken up the duty himself and he was very much over it. Just because he was willing and able to put in the hard work, doesn't mean he enjoyed it.

The Scottish duck could only hope with all his heart that Beakly or Duckworth would step in and tell his family to STOP BREAKING EVERYTHING.

Trying to push all that, as well as the nagging thought of how much the damages were going to cost, to the back of his head Scrooge hummed a small tune that sounded vaguely familiar.

But he couldn't put a finger on what exactly while he began to hunker down and start reading through words printed in a font size that shouldn't be legal to use.

Something about racecars...lasers...airplanes maybe? It was all a blur, really.

Sifting through the sea of papers, his hand eventually hit the previously mentioned package after a quite violent display of signing a document for the hundredth time. The hand that held a golden ball tipped pen tightly froze midair, a couple inches from the table while Scrooge blinked out of work mode tiredly.

Glancing at the clock that hung just above the study doors it was no wonder why the brutal festivities had died down, leaving the manor deadly silent. It was almost two in the morning.

Had time really passed so quickly? Bah, of course paper work would keep him beyond the hours he could be sleeping.

Tugging the signature black top hat that had suctioned its place on his head from extensive use off his skull, Scrooge flipped it over and placed it beside him on the table before returning all attention towards the brown package that now sat before him.

A hint of confusion mixed with a healthy dose of suspicion took over the duck, after all the richest duck in the world has many enemies and those enemies try all sorts of tricks and schemes. Perhaps it was Flinty sending him some sort of deformed bomb just to inconvenience the McDuck.

Not that it would be the first time. Probably not the last.

Poking the hazard with his pen, the Scottish duck was able to determine it passed the first test of not exploding immediately.

Closing his eyes with a tired sigh, Scrooge almost left the mysterious item alone for a problem to deal with in the morning....well it's already morning. Fine, that afternoon.

That of course, was the original plan before his eyes caught hold of the particular handwriting scribbled on it's rough surface. It was small, almost as small as that blasted font on the multiple resumes he just read.

Slightly shaky, but with beautiful penmanship nonetheless and a unique lettering for the first initial of his name that only one person had ever done for him.

Despite the excitement (one that he would never tell anyone about) that bubbled up through his webbed feet and to his hands, Scrooge jabbed the package one more time in cautious habit before nodding to himself with a confident smile that this was for sure not a bomb.  

Sitting back in the chair he had stood from in order to glare at the now-safe package properly, Scrooge sat with his back straight and hands folded in front of him in an attempt to regain a dignified appearance despite no one else being in the room.

It didn't matter anyway, as the next moment consisted of the McDuck leaping forward in his chair and ripping open the wrapped item like a duckling on Christmas morning.

Shredded bits of packaging laid about the table and floor, the now uncovered item placed delicately over a thrashed background of brown and torn paper with paper work thrown about.

A fond smile found its way to Scrooge's bill, running a feathered hand over the top with a ghost of distance between it and his hand.

"Well...Bless me bagpipes."

Scrooge laughed quietly, brushing off some loose dust and strands of fabric that no longer clung to it's original place. The quiet moment felt slow, and moonlight poured in around him like a thin blanket. Specks of dust seemed to shine in the light like diamonds, while the item before him looked like it almost glowed like magic under the light.  

The item in question was a vintage parasol -- a white base with beautiful blue lace work over it. Lace that use to be pure white hung along the edges for a couple inches, now a tiny bit darker in coloring due to its age.

Something that Scrooge himself wouldn't have paid more then a few seconds attention to back then, and probably wouldn't now if the duck hadn't happened to know the history behind this specific sun blocker.

A small part of Scrooge couldn't believe that the thing was sitting on his desk right now, he thought it was long forgotten or turned to dust by mere age.

A bigger part of him use to stew in disbelief that his uncle hadn't included the parasol in the inheritance, but he had gotten that years and years ago so this showing up now clued him into the bigger mystery that he was pinning down in his head.

Eyeing the umbrella with a scrutinizing gaze that only an old miser could perfect, Scrooge took mental notes about any rips or snagged lace admonishing the top layers of the parasol with an intention to get it fixed as soon as possible.

During his search of fixable imperfections Scrooge came across a small note on some stiff stock paper that was stuck in one of the folds of the parasol, and the McDuck's interest peaked immediately.

Plucking it from its place, Scrooge took a few moments to adjust his small spectacles that sat snug on his beak and began to scan the card.

'Dear McBrat,

Wasn't sure where to send this to where it would reach you personally. Your mailing system is ridiculous and I want to send a formal complaint but your HR is just as, if not more, preposterous. I'm sure this is by design, but jeez kid it's like you expect bombs in the mail. Ha!

Your aunt wanted this sent to you with Pothole's things, but it got lost due to some sort of events that I couldn't relay to you because I have no idea how it ended up in the Forgotten Brewery Caves. I knew it was hers because of the stitching, I'd recognize that nuisance of a last name anywhere. I'm only sending this because I unfortunately owed one last thing to your uncle.

If you're ever down in Kentucky, come finish that race that old Pothole was too cowardly to finish. You'll win me that Southern mansion.

regrettably,

Porker Hogg.'

The idea that Porker was even still alive shocked Scrooge almost more then anything else described in that letter. He had already finished the race anyway, with the guys nephew.

What's with the information about the parasol being found in the Forgotten Brewery Caves anyway? That was one of the few caves located along the Mississippi, and even then most of it is blocked off.

How was it even lost in the first place, and now that he really thought about it how was it that Porker had found the parasol without packaging as stated in his letter but Scrooge received it in a package with his aunts handwriting?

Immortality for the first problem...maybe time paradox for the second...? Rubbing the bridge of his beak, Scrooge groaned into the open air and let out a deep sigh knowing he would end up checking whatever was happening down there one way or another.

If one thing as important as this was lost, imagine the other heirlooms that could be scattered in some other cave without his knowledge. The idea sent chills down Scrooge's spine.

An almost silent sound of the door being pushed open brought Scrooge out of his deep contemplation, eyes snapping towards the entrance that was now cracked open.

One of the many ducklings that resided in the mansion poked her head through the doorway, curious eyes glinting in the dark while she looked around the room before landing on the older duck.

"Dad...?"

Scrooge straightened at the title, if the McDuck claimed he was use to being called a 'dad' he would be absolutely lying through his teeth.

He didn't detest it, obviously. The duck was more then overjoyed to learn that the duckling in front of him named Webbigail was of his own flesh and blood, but that didn't make the title any more normal to him.

He'd gone through life without any real thought put towards having kids of his own, he never settled down quite enough for that and by the time it was even a feasible idea, he had all his other free time taken over by nephews and nieces and other family members.

"What're yew doing out of bed, Webby?"

Scrooge pushed on through his slight dilemma of the title that was bestowed upon him only a couple months ago.

"I was just thirsty, but now I'm thirsty for whatever you've got on your desk!"

Webby gasped, having noticed the blue umbrella that her dad placed a hand over. Scrooge smiled in response, lifting the laced parasol with both hands under it, making sure it was secure before shuffling over to Webby who bounced around on her feet.

It was an ongoing mystery to how she had any amount of energy this early in the morning, and Scrooge was sure he'd never truly find out.

"Now...careful dear, this is my Aunt (Y/n)'s beloved parasol. Technically I own it, she never did pay me back."

Scrooge mused, the last bit of the sentence hushed under his breath while he counted up the combined interest of what he should of been paid by now. Not that he ever forgot, every year he counted up what his aunt and others owed him. Like his uncle Jake who owes $8362 of accumulated interest.

"Aunt (Y/n)," Webby repeated quickly, excitedly looking over the parasol "Pothole McDuck's wife! Originally daughter of Blackheart Beagle, but after she married she took the McDuck name! She saved you and Angus during a steamboat race against Blackheart and the Beagles."

"Aye, she did. She jumped into the muddy Mississippi just for me dime too."

Scrooge added onto the list of facts that Webby was enthusiastically reciting from memory. Letting his shoulders relax as the duckling with messy white hair took the parasol from his hands and held it delicately in her own.

Reaching into his coat Scrooge pulled out the familiar dime that hung around his neck 24/7 while talking about the experience.

"Thought she might not come back up after she went headfirst in," Scrooge murmured, the vague feeling of terrified desperation that his younger self had been frozen in was crawling up his neck as he turned the dime over in his feathered hands.

It's face was a bit rough but that would be expected for how long Scrooge has kept it. The fact that it was still shiny and readable was a miracle.

Holding it in front of him the older duck briefly thought over just how much panic he went through when the dime had rolled off the edge of the boat all those years ago.

"Both my uncle Pothole and I couldn't believe it, but she managed to grab it in time and then single handedly stopped 'em from throwing us over!"

"Wow, she sounds so cool! I've been wanting to learn more about aunt (Y/n) and uncle Pothole - I mean I know they lived in Louisville for awhile and Pothole sold his steamboat to you but I couldn't find anything about the actual race itself-- ...."

Webby trailed off, noticing the cane wielding duck was only half-heartedly listening.

Gazing at the shiny silver coin, Scrooge let a fond expression take over his features before moving the dime out of view to focus on his daughters face again, noticing her abrupt silence.

She was watching him closely, hugging the parasol closer in an upright position and probably wondering where Scrooge had just gone to in his memories.

A hopeful grin tugged at the corners of Webby's beak, having recognized the mood that her father was in. A story telling one.

She quickly grabbed his hand, rushing them both back to Scrooge's desk without any warning. Webby always knew when the billionaire was stuck in reminiscing something that had happened years and years ago in his oh-so daring life, a telltale sign being when Scrooge had his eyes glued to his number one dime.

A piercing but glazed over gaze, when ranges of emotion from sadness and happiness and everything in between suddenly became very apparent on his face.

"Tell me everything," Webby all but squealed, a dash of wonder sprinkled her eyes and wide smile.

Almost shoving her father back into his large lounge chair, Webby plopped the parasol down before scrambling after it onto the desk. Completely oblivious to the previously important paperwork that was now rather unimportantly laying on the ground.

Chuckling nervously at just how much joy seeped through Webby's small body at potential McDuck information, Scrooge took a few moments to get comfortable in his chair.

It was moments like these that the small girl loved, moments that were few and far between where she would spot Scrooge staring ahead (usually at his dime,) but in his head he was far away. She would practically corner her dad and lovingly ask (force) him to tell her about whatever memory he was thinking about.

Moments when it was just her and Scrooge.

"Well, what do ye want to know, lassie?" Scrooge asked slowly, stuffing the precious dime down his red coat.

Placing his cane on the ground so it leaned on the chair, the McDuck reached out over the edge of the desk and grabbed Webby by the armpits and dangled her in the air like a wet cat for a few moments before placing her on his knee with an expectant stare.

"Everything! Tell me everything -- oh oh! How'd you meet them? Were they nice-? How about every single detail about the race, how did you guys find the treasure in such muddy water-?! Uhm- also what about the parasol? How'd aunt (Y/n) get it -- what was she like? Why did she jump into perilous waters for your dime? Was uncle Pothole really a writer? Is he as stingy as other McDucks? How did he know the location of the Drennan Whyte? Did he really sell his steam boat to you at a cheap price?!"

Webby rambled on, intense hand motions flaring everywhere while squirming in Scrooge's lap.

"Well-!"

"And who's Porker Hogg?!"

Scrooge stared down at the duckling bewildered, not because he was cut off nor was it from all the overwhelming questions. He was far use to that, it was mostly because she mentioned Hogg. He wasn't aware Webby even knew vaguely the name, let alone the guy.

The white feathered duckling in his lap craned her neck slightly to look up at him, blinking a couple times before pointing behind her at the somewhat crumpled letter Scrooge found in the parasol that sure enough had Hogg's dastardly name signed at the bottom.

Forming his beak into a slight 'o' shape, the older duck nodded in understanding.

Clearing his throat after a couple seconds had passed by of more winded questions, Webby stopped short and excitedly began to shake about a bit in her seated position.

She looked like she was going to burst at the seams with more questions if Scrooge didn't start talking now. So he did, placing a comforting hand behind his daughters shoulder as a support while she leaned into his side.

Scrooge let her settle down a little more before he used his other arm to spread out as far as it would go, pointing to a slightly large round oak picture frame that held the image of two white feathered ducks on the wall, just to the left of his parents grand photo.

One duck, the taller and gruffer looking one, had a scruffy white beard under his beak with eyes that looked permanently grumpy, much like his fathers stern face in the aforementioned picture next to this one.

A long wooden tobacco pipe was held between his beak, and a sailor outfit adorned his body. A bright blue sailor's captain hat sat perfectly on his head, tuffs of short feathered hair poked out slightly.

The boatman had an arm in a bent position, having offered it to the other duck in the photo who had her dainty arms wrapped tenderly around his. She had a large giddy smile and kind eyes, long lashes curled a bit above them.

Her hair was short and a little wild, and she wore a short sleeved blue collared dress that was buttoned up on the right. A blue lace parasol was held tight in her hand, casting a shadow above her in protection from the sun that beat down that day.

Both ducks were facing a little tilted from the camera in a candid sort of way as if just having noticed the camera during a normal walk, and despite the gloomy attitude of the sailor, Scrooge knew he absolutely adored the woman next to him more then anyone else.

His uncle Pothole was happiest with (Y/n)…and maybe a little money here and there that he horded. Mainly aunt (Y/n).

Webby followed Scrooge's hand all the way to the photo, beaming as she noticed who it depicted.

"Let's start with meeting my uncle Pothole and aunt (Y/n), eh?" Scrooge began, restating their names as if introducing characters in a book.

A playful tone went along with his words and he leaned forwards slightly again to fondly touch the parasol one last time before diving into retelling the long and daring adventure of childhood memories.

Tilting backwards, the old miser thought for a bit before opening his mouth. Webby sat impatiently by his side, fidgeting with her hands as she anxiously waited.

"It all started when I got a job as a cabin boy on a cattle ship from Glasgow, heading to New Orleans."

Scrooge spoke, and with each word Webby saw her father become more and more sucked into the past. Starting to truly relive past events, and the white feathered duck swore he could smell the ocean salt that wafted in the wind while he stood on the deck of the boat.

He was suddenly there, transported to the stylish streets of New Orleans and feeling the murky river water of the Mississippi that he travelled up. Hearing the constant chatter and buzz of enthusiasm upon reaching the dock in Louisville, Kentucky.

He made sure to tell Webby just how marvelous the gala he had docked on was, how the air tasted of fortunes being made. How exciting the view of this bustling town meant to him.

Scrooge chuckled, recalling his wonderment for the whole event that never really did stop phasing him. Glancing down, the duckling that was stuck between his side and the firm armrest could bearly contain her excitement any longer, and Scrooge knew he should probably get on with the tale.

"Quite a sight for a penniless lad from Glasgow, but I still needed to find my uncle."

END . next chapter: Bet on Drennan Whyte!

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I'm going to be changing around certain aspects of each story to try and fit, so this is very much canon-divergence in both universes. Keep in mind, some parts about reader are already predetermined but other things are customizable!

Thank you so much for reading, I have no idea how to tag things :)

[writebackatya]

DuckTales x I Think You Should Leave II:

Back at it again. (TW: Language, now that I warned you I can post whatever the hell I want!)

Pre-canon Donald when asked from the boys what happened to their mother:

Fethry entertaining himself in the deep sea-laboratory that Scrooge put him in:

Kit Cloudkicker in the pilot’s seat:

The other F.O.W.L. agents when Gandra refuses to harm or kill the children:

Louie when he became the richest duck in the world:

Dewey whenever his comedic dumb luck works in his favor:

Huey when Bulba’s Ramrod made something out of nothing:

Alistair Boorswan describing his gritty reboot of a comedic slapstick superhero made for children:

May and June when they first met Webby:

Ludwig Von Drake surviving all this time because he’s too busy to die:

[shiningstarlight101]

Warning that this was supposed to be a Donald Duck appreciation post for the reboot but quickly became a more personal post on how much Donald Duck means to be as a Dutch person (i know it sounds weird without context) and as someone with Autism who hyperfixated on Donald for most my life.

Thus is prompted because on my season 2 rewatch i reached "whatever happened to donald duck" i just never realised before how amazing this episode was?? And it perfectly shows why i love Donald Duck. And why he's my favorite Disney character just in general.

I've always loved it when shows used parallels and the one of the anger management therapist explaining donald's anger was just fantastic. The reveal that Donald went to anger management just to be able to be a better parent for the triplets. And him truly pulling through. Right as the anger management guy talks about Donald putting him anger towards protecting the children, he shows that in full force.

Despite being a joke character he manages to be just so fantastic behind it. He's an amazing parent, he does everything to protect the kids, he's a great adventurer but just not into it anymore. He's fighting to protect his kids 👊👊

Something I also really love about the reboot in general is that they didn't change Donald Duck. All the characters are slightly to super different and I love the changes but I just can't see Donald Duck as anything but a super sweet parental caretaker who'd do anything for his family and gets into wacky accidents.

Here comes that Dutch culture part. I've been raised and grew up around Donald Duck specifically. We Dutch people often LOVE Donald Duck more then other countries normally do. We even got a whole weekly magazine literally called "Donald Duck", 2-4 stories about Donald going on adventures or getting his kids out of trouble (or arguing with his neighbour thats sadly not in Ducktales ✊). I've read these comics for as long as I can remember. Tho i might have a slightly bigger obsession and a big hyperfixation since i used to be the proud owner of 5 decades on weekly comics and way more (which i sadly mostly sold because my room was looking like some ancient library of donald duck knowledge 💀)

For 70 years Dutch kids have been reading the adventures of DONALD. It's hard to find someone someone here who doesn't have fond memories of reading the weekly Donald Duck. I don't actually remember the old Ducktales to compare it to the new one but I do have the comics that are near and dear to my heart.

Knowing the reboot Donald is so close to that one from my childhood is just very comforting to know? I mean this is the man that i hyperfixated on for most of my life. My main complaint is that I want to see more of him because of my history lol. They took that one from my childhood and simply took out my biggest issue with my Donald, his intense anger. I love comic Donald but he could sometimes be really angry for no reason depending on which writer got their hands on him. But the reboot managed to change that. Not just change, but turn this trait into a good thing!

I will always see Donald as my favorite character! And I will always love the reboot. How they managed to change characters in ways that made them way more likable. But it's comforting to know that Donald will always be Donald. My goofy lovable duck

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What If 4 Of The DuckTales (2017) Characters Were Hit By Wishmaker’s Power?

Ok. Here I’ll be going over my thoughts on what might happen if 4 of the characters from the DuckTales (2017) TV series were hit by Wishmaker’s power. For those of you that don’t know, Wishmaker is an akumatized villain from the Miraculous Tales Of Ladybug And Chat Noir TV series who has the power to shoot magical blasts that turn people into whatever they wanted to be as a child. With that out of the way, let’s dive right in.

First, I’ll be going over what might happen to Webby Vanderquack if she were to be hit by Wishmaker’s power. As shown in the episode ‘From The Confidential Casefiles Of Agent 22!’, Webby read Scrooge McDuck’s biography and also mimicked the way Scrooge drinks his tea. And as shown in the episode ‘Nightmare On Killmotor Hill!’, Webby dreamed about having an adventure on an island while also having a top hat, glasses and cane that resembled Scrooge’s. And since Webby was still a child at the time, I think Webby’s childhood dream is to be like Scrooge McDuck. Also, as shown in the episode ‘Wishmaker’, Wishmaker’s power was able to change someone’s behavior and make them act like a killer robot. So, I think that Wishmaker’s power will alter Webby’s behavior and make her act more like Scrooge and Wishmaker’s power might even make Webby think that she is Scrooge McDuck until she gets turned back to normal.

Next, I’ll be going over what might happen to Dewey Duck if he were to be hit by Wishmaker’s power. As shown in the episode ‘Sky Pirates…In The Sky!’, Dewey felt let down by how he wasn’t being paid attention to. And as shown in the episode ‘Nightmare On Killmotor Hill!’, Dewey dreamed about being a boy in school that everyone thinks is cool. Since Dewey was also still a child by the time all of that happened, I think all of this means that Dewey’s childhood dream is to be noticed and praised. So, I think that instead of turning Dewey into something, Wishmaker’s power will make everyone around Dewey notice and praise Dewey more until he gets turned back to normal.

Now, I’ll be going over what might happen to Donald Duck if he were to be hit by Wishmaker’s power. As shown in the episode ‘Last Christmas!’, Donald Duck, as a child, was pretty passionate about his guitar and wanted to make some music. I think this means that his childhood dream is to be a guitarist. So, if he were to be hit by Wishmaker’s power, Donald would be turned into a guitarist who is very passionate about his music. But I think there’s still a bit more to it. As shown in the episode ‘The Town Where Everyone Was Nice!’, Donald is friends with 2 people named Jose Carioca and Panchito Pistoles and together they were a band called The Three Caballeros. So, I think that Wishmaker’s power will not only turn Donald into a guitarist but also alter his behavior and make him practice playing music with Jose and Panchito even more until he gets turned back to normal.

Finally, I’ll be going over what might happen to Drake Mallard if he were to be hit by Wishmaker’s power. As shown in the episode ‘The Duck Knight Returns!’, Drake Mallard idolized the version of Darkwing Duck that appeared in his in-universe TV series. I think that means that if he were to be hit by Wishmaker’s power, Drake Mallard will become exactly like the in-universe TV series version of Darkwing Duck and also probably think that he is that version of him. So, since he would be thinking that he actually is that Darkwing Duck after being hit by Wishmaker’s power, Drake Mallard will wind up very confused that he has apparently been transported to an alternate universe where he is a character in fiction. And, after Launchpad and Gosalyn tell him what’s really going on, he might have an existential crisis. But, after being given an encouraging pep talk by Launchpad and Gosalyn, he might be able to overcome that until he’s turned back to normal. After all, as shown in the episode ‘The Duck Knight Returns!’, Drake Mallard idolized Darkwing Duck because no matter how many times he got knocked down, he always got back up.

Well, that’s all for this post.

See you all next time.