#elviraduck

[autobotmedic]

@elviraduck meets owl ambulance

     “Elvira?” the automobile commented, volume slightly louder than usual as he looped past the elder duck’s home in search of her. If it had been later in the day, he would have waited in front of the house after arriving, but he assumed at this hour she would be outside, tending to the organic creatures categorized as farm animals.

     “Good morning,” the vehicle soon greeted.

[glitteringcldie]

Now quilts, like may things, vary from culture to culture. Patterns are simply descovered and made populer in different areas around the world. That of course, hasn't ever stopped Elvira from learning them. So for Goldie, she does something special. She took the French Braid Quilt block and the Irish Cross Quilt block and she brought them together in a single pattern. With blues, golds, and silvers she made a complex harmony, unique as it was beautiful. - Elvira

@elviraduck

     It has been a long time since Goldie was as touched by a gift from someone other than Scrooge as much as she was by this. It echoed heritage and the reputation of things that went along with them, such as the Irish temper she carried, but more than that, it represented her parents who had not lived such long lives as Elvira. The elder duck reminded her of them at times, but this… this was an object made with care, that not only reminded, but provided something she could hold, and bundle up in at any time.

     She cannot resist doing just that, within seconds after unfolding the gift, burrowing until her silver feathers were all that remained visible. For a moment, she vaguely recalled how it once felt to be a child bundled safely in bed at home, and she treasured it.

     Elvira will receive a very strong hug in the near future.

[xhumbuugx-a]

@elviraduck​ 

“Elvira!” Scrooge quickly rushed up to her as she approached. “Are ye alright?” Della had told him that the invasion had spread, he just hoped the farm wasn’t too badly damaged. “Fethry an’ Gladstone are around here somewhere, but are ye hurt?”

[wcbbigail]

For Webbigail, Elvira has made her an extra soft quilt with lots of hearts, arranged mainly as flowers or clovers. It's an old pattern she used for Daphne once a upon a time. But for Webbigail she's used mainly pink fabrics, knowing how much she loved the color. - Elvira

@elviraduck

     The little duckling is fascinated by the patterns, and, of course, her favorite hues. She studies the fabric and has to touch alllll of the textures. It was such a beautiful gift, and she was soon stumbling about, trying to hold and carry the majority of it at once as she sought assistance.

     “Grammy!! Can you help me put this on my bed?” She loves it and wants to begin sleeping with it right now immediately.

[tcthinecwnself-a]

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“Uh ... hi. I’m Lena. I’m - I’m new.”

[abnerantisocialduck]

Elvira is sitting on Abner's front porch. Waiting for him to return from whatever he was doing out and about that day. "We need to have a heart to heart."

@elviraduck

Oh. Oh no.

"Grandma? I... I don't know what you're talking about, but I really have a lot of work to do, so..."

It was a big fat lie. But Abner didn't want to open up, and Grandma was getting too close to the truth, so the lumberjack was avoiding her. But even so he would never be rude to Elvira!

"...Sorry, but I gotta go back to the woods..."

[musemelodies]

Elvira is listening to Walter's latest story (read: rant) about a certain squirrel. She nods her head along at the appropriate spots, waiting until there's a lul to speak up. "And when are you gonna ask her out on date?"

The wolf wasn’t sure how he got to talking to the duck (or even who she was), but she was right there and he had a lot on his mind and…well, once he started venting, he couldn’t stop. After what seemed like a year, he paused to take a sip of coffee (tea wasn’t really his thing), only to spit it back out immediately. 

“WHAT?”

[wabbitseezonarchive]

@elviraduck  //  continued

Her hand met his cheek and his eyes slid shut, leaning into the touch. He could feel her. He could actually feel her! She was there! But—something nagged away at him. He opened his eyes again, and knew in the back of his mind that something wasn’t right. Though at the moment, that didn’t matter. She was there, right in front of him. That was all that mattered!

A smile spread up his face, and he nuzzled his cheek further into her palm, his own hand coming up to rest upon the back of it. “I miss you.”

“I want to go home.”

[sewn-cutie]

@elviraduck​ continued from here X

“That’s right, they are.” Elvira runs a hand along the symbols painted beside her front door. “They’re hex signs. My husband painted and carved them everywhere.”

Blue eyes studied the artwork with intensity, admiring the colors and shapes that dotted the old wall. They were very beautiful, but the word ‘hex’ is what caught Clementine’s extreme interest. These weren’t the same hex symbols she’s come to known over years of experience and exposure. Those were simple and linear, intended to be carved quickly and efficiently on trinkets for protection and spells.

Was...Elvira...a...

The doll’s eyes slowly moved to stare at the duck from the corner of her vision. She...didn’t look like one. Besides, if she was, wouldn’t she be able to sense Clementine’s...condition? She hasn’t made any comment that stood out, and there was no mural of worship for their deity on sight.

...Maybe Clementine was looking too deep into it. These...could just be a different kind of ‘hex’. Maybe Elvira followed a different set of traditions. Or maybe these were just harmless, detailed artworks.

“...They’re very beautiful.” She said those words with her usual smile, going back to her innocent and cheery nature. It wasn’t a lie. There were very beautiful. “I really like the birdy ones. They’re super cute!”

[mxllennial-blog]

Elvira has knitted her a sweater with a lightning bolt on the front for christmas. Some homemade candies and a pocket knife have also made it into her gift box.

@elviraduck

The sweater was so much softer than anything article of clothing she’d ever worn before. She didn’t know much about knitting, but she knew that it definitely took a long time, especially for something like a sweater. Sweets weren’t exactly her thing, but she could always use them to bribe Louie if she needed something, and while the knife would probably make Fenton more than a little nervous, she liked holding it, already thinking of all the ways it could be useful.

“Thanks, Ms. Duck. You really didn’t hav’ta get me anythin’.”

[autobotmedic]

send “!” for the medic’s honest opinion of you

@elviraduck​ said: !

     “You are wise and kind, mature, and understand both the good and hardship that comes with a lengthy life.” The feeling of witnessing new life and enduring the loss of it, not once, but multiple times. Ratchet found it surprisingly easy to discuss multiple topics with her, regardless of their nature, or how personal it may be.

     “...Your lifestyle and home remind me of my own, long before I was a doctor, or warrior. Perhaps it is partially why I find peace when visiting.”

[glitteringcldie]

@elviraduck​ continued

     Goldie knows one can continue their daily routine even while injured or with a cold, if it’s minor. But the coughing fit did not sound very minor. Her arms folded, and she returned to glare with an unconvinced stare. She had taken care of Scrooge when he was much younger and even more stubborn than he is now about being sick, she will not be swayed by a glare alone.

     “I won’t tell you to rest,” Elvira is an adult who has made it fine on her own, not unlike herself in the past, “But I can tend to your farm, since I’m already here. Just tell me the order you usually do things.”

[xhumbuugx-a]

Fabrics depicting nature scenes, treasure, and swatches of the McDuck Tartan made up the majority of the quilt in Scooge's gift box from Elvira. The colors were that of autumn, all masterfully choose in a beautiful palette. And while the pattern was relatively simple, made entirely of squares, the stitching overlay was a complex series of Celtic knots made in a shining gold thread. - From Elvira

@elviraduck

“Elvira, ye took th’ time tae’-?” Scrooge lifted the quilt, holding it out with his hands as much as he could so he could see as much as possible. He can’t imagine how long this took her, or how early in the year she had to start it to have it ready by Christmas. “It’s beautiful, Ah cannae’ believe ye did this for me.” 

[tcthinecwnself-a]

[biquinhoduck]

@elviraduck continued from (x)!

Embrace accepted, head pat, and hug returned! The boy’s smile could light up the whole room, a far cry from the tears he’d shed before staying at the farm. There were critters to see with room to run around, a nice change from the suburbs of Duckburg.

“Doin’ reallyreally great! ‘Cause I made lots of friends, like the fishies at the pond and aaaaall the ‘lil bebês at the pig pen. Wanted to join ‘em in the mud, but Unca Gus gots me ‘fore I jumped in.”

A small pout, but at least Dugan didn’t leave tracks around the house. “But issokay! I met a billygoat and a tall guy with a super sharp sword and protected all the aminals!” He couldn’t help but ramble on, wriggling a little as he did. He looked up to Elvira with curious eyes. “Gram Gram, do you gotta sword like that? To protect the farm an’ all?”

[musemelodies]

❝Can I refill your eggnog for you? Get you something to eat? Drive you out to the middle of nowhere and leave you for dead?❞ for Walter from Elvira

“Gee, never heard that one before! No thanks, I’m already dyin’ from boredom over here! I bet folks tell ya that all the time…”