#her personality is MALLARD DUCK GIRL. need i say more

[britneyshakespeare]

Last month when I was buying makeup at Walmart for my brother's wedding I was really upset about it. Because I don't wear makeup. But there are certain things it's just not hygenic so share so I was getting shit you put in your eyes and a lipstick just to wear once and then never again. I got cheap ones but still like it sucks and for me is a complete waste of money so I felt crappy about it. To make myself feel a little bit better I went to the toy aisle to buy a Na Na Na Surprise doll that I had my eye on and was driving me crazy. It was marked down to $11 too which I had no problem justifying to myself. And by the time I was leaving the makeup aisle I saw a little kid in their mom's carriage eagerly holding. The same doll. I hope that kid is as happy with Liling Luck as I am.

[dasturdlydangerousduck]

A Proposed Darkwing Duck Celebrity Voice Cast

Part 1: The Dangerous Family (Plus Fenton/Gizmoduck)

The Darkwing Duck reboot is most likely gonna include a whole lot of celebrities in the roles of our favorite duckos, and we may or may not get the roles in the vains of Cummings, Mcgovern, or Castalenella, or even of the likes of Diamantopoulos, Bennet, or Beatriz from the reboot if Seth Rogan is involved. This is the man who's bringing us TMNT Mutant Mayhem which is chock-filled with celebrities. This list may be EXTREMELY untrue and potentially controversial, but here is the celebrities I would personally cast for in a hypothetical Darkwing Duck Reboot! The first part as the title suggests is going to focus on our favorite found family unit (along with Negaduck), and also Fenton in there as well. There will be more parts in the future for more characters, but these will be who we focus on for the first part.

Ben Stiller as Drake Mallard (Darkwing Duck)/Negaduck

Starting with our favorite masked Mallard himself, Darkwing is one of the more comedic characters in Disney's lineup of protagonists. He has his heartfelt moments as well, but comedy is always Darkwing's motif and he's bound to have at least one quotable line. Negaduck is one of the most threateningly hilarious villains ever, and can steal any scene he's in. No actor can top what Jim Cummings provided for both Darkwing or Negaduck, but I think Ben Stiller (Zoolander, Madagascar, Night at the Museum) has got the right amount of humor, and is pretty great at changing up his voice, which I feel could lead to a very fun and entertaining performance with a lot of practice and vocal training. He would have to go VERY deep with Negaduck especially, but I think he can capture an evil yet comical Negaduck. And just imagine the improv with Stiller and Darkwing's famous intros...

A normal and friendly Drake Mallard with a hint of humor to his delivery. (Madagascar, 2005)

A perfect example of the change between a sweet fatherly Drake and a evil and nasty Negaduck (without the deep voice of course). (Happy Gilmore, 1996)

Negaduck would totally act like this... (Dodgeball A True Underdog Story, 2004)

Will Ferrell as Launchpad Mcquack

Next up, the extremely lovable sidekick to Darkwing Duck, Launchpad Mcquack!! He's a silly and goofy sidekick with a good heart, and he needs to have a voice that reflects that. To be as truthful to the original, his voice should be a lot more akin to Terry Mcgovern's normal sounding yet silly voice rather than the deep surfer dude voice Beck Bennet provided (which is also great too). I think Will Ferrell (Elf, Megamind, Step Brothers) fits this role perfectly. He can play a very goofy sidekick and with him and Ben Stiller being in Zoolander, they can have some great chemistry!! I do think that if we are taking the reboot voice into account, I would probably consider John C. Reily or (dare I say it) Chris Pratt.

This scene speaks for itself. Launchpad's wholesome and goofy personality can be summed up here. (Elf, 2003)

This is honestly a 91 LP and DT17 LP interaction right here. (Step Brothers, 2008)

Sadie Sink and/or Zendaya as Gosalyn Mallard/Waddlemeyer

Next up is Drake's adopted daughter, and the Quivering Quack Gosalyn! She is the heart of the whole show, and even though she has a rebellious and sassy personality, she also is a sweet young girl who is hiding a lot of hard feelings from her troubled past. The Ducktales reboot made the character a lot more fleshed out and more interesting than her original counterpart, and I would want to delve into that more. This means that a kid actor is out of the question and the role of a teenager, or someone that exudes teenager vibes would be preferable. If we stick with the original version (albeit aged up), I could see Sadie Sink (Stranger Things, The Whale) as the role. She can absolutely take the sassy and troublemaker side that Gos is always known for and crank it up to eleven (no pun intended for those stranger things fans lol). She can also channel the inner turmoil of Gosalyn's past into her acting and could potentially lead to some very emotional scenes between her and Drake. If we want to stick with the DT17 Gosalyn and have her be of spanish heritage like how Stephanie Beatriz was, I would say there would be no better choice in my opinion than Zendaya (Tom Holland Spiderman movies).

The sassiest 91 Gosalyn ever. (Stranger Things, 2016)

Tell me this isn't DT17 Gosalyn in a nutshell lol. (Spiderman Homecoming, 2017)

Harvey Guillén as Fenton Crackshell Cabrera/Gizmoduck

To round out this part, we have our favorite Robocop/Iron Man homage and Darkwing's biggest and bitter rival, Gizmoduck a.k.a Fenton Crackshell!! Intelligence has always been what made Fenton his own character, but much like Gosalyn, the Ducktales reboot transformed him into a super lovable character even more than his original counterpart, which is why I would want to focus on that character more, and also add in some Spanish flair into the cast! Lin Manuel Miranda was such an outstanding choice for Fenton, giving a super adorkable and relatable personality being an intern, and an upcoming hero in Duckberg. While I would absolutely love to have him just reprise his role there's another actor that can channel that personality of DT17 Fenton greatly. And that would be in the form of Harvey Guillén (Puss in Boots: The Last Wish, The Internship, Blue Beetle), an actor that has gotten more and more recognizable in the current day! I could see Harvey perfecting what Lin Manuel managed to capture with Fenton, and make an even more adorable and super likable character if his roles like Perrito in The Last Wish have anything to say!!

This is literally the cutest voice that Fenton could have!! (Puss in Boots: The Last Wish, 2022)

That's it for part 1 of this ongoing series. The next part will focus on Drake's pesky neighbors: The Muddlefoots!!

[books-i-finished-reading]

(17)

Clockwork Angel - Cassandra Clare

( The infernal devices - book 1/3 )

12th February 2023

" You can keep it a secret," ... "But secrets have their own weight, and it can be a very heavy one."

" It isn't against the Law to be an idiot."

"... Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal."

" One must always be careful of books," ... "and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us."

" Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry,"

" There's plenty of sense in nonsense sometimes, if you wish to look for it."

" Pulvis et umbra sumus. It's a line from Horace. ' We are dust and shadows.' ..."

" Everyone has something they can't live without."

Was her face nothing but a mask of flesh, irrelevant to her true self?

" Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion."

...the less you had, the more careful you had to be about everything you did have.

" Some people value sentiment over diamonds, ..."

" Perhaps you are the sort who would sacrifice yourself on the altar of principle, but I doubt it. Most of us do things for reasons that are more purely personal. For love, or for hate."

"... You need ask nothing of anyone. You need depend on no one. You are free, and that freedom is a gift."

" Camille walks delicately. Like a faun in the woods. Not like a duck." "I do not walk like a duck." "I like ducks," Jem observed diplomatically. "Especially the ones in Hyde Park." "Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?" "They ate it too," Will reminisced. "Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck."

"... The forgotten and lost. Those who will not be missed."

" The dead can tell no tales,"

" If your point is that there was a pretty girl in the room and it was distracting you, then I think I've taken your point handily." "You think she's pretty?" Will was surprised; Jem rarely opined on this sort of thing. "Yes, and you do too." "I hadn't noticed, really." "Yes you have, and I've noticed you noticing." Jem was smiling.

It was a terrible black place in himself that the fear came from, a dark voice he could only silence with anger, risk, and pain.

" Whatever you are physically," ... "male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy-all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. Whatever the colour, the shape, the design of the shade that conceals it, the flame inside the lamp remains the same. You are that flame."

" So you don't ever get angry at him?" Jem laughed out loud. "I would hardly say that. Sometimes I want to strangle him." "How on earth do you prevent yourself?" "I go to my favourite place in London," said Jem, "and I stand and look at the water, and I think about the continuity of life, and how the river rolls on, oblivious of the petty upsets in our lives." Tessa was fascinated. "Does that work?" "Not really, but after that I think about how I could kill him while he slept if I really wanted to, and then I feel better."

" There are more important things than being careful."

"... there is more to life than not dying."

"... sometimes the only choice is between acceptance and madness."

[ramblingguy54]

Drake & Gosalyn’s Important Dynamic: Give Away Compassion & You Shall Receive. <3

Another scene in Let’s Get Dangerous I adored was when Gosalyn overhears Darkwing conversation with Fenton telling him not to attempt their rescue plan, due to the harsh reality that the portal is too unstable to bring back her grandfather, which may be the case for now, but you can tell how hard Drake Mallard is taking the bad news. He’s been drained for days, pulling all nighter after all nighter, searching for the kid’s beloved elderly relative. Gosalyn’s own happiness isn’t the only thing on the line here, but Drake’s own ideals, too. He’s grown up on the idea, “To never give up and keep getting back up.”, so to hear scenario of failure brings him almost to the point of tears, which you can hear in how shaky his voice was getting in response to Fenton’s concern about it even being possible anymore. Drake Mallard made it evident that his plan was inspire other kids, like how he once was all bright eyed, the idea of heroism still exists, which is once more shown in all of its glory here with how Drake knows underneath all that sassy enthusiasm is a scared kid who wants her family back, nothing more. 

That’s unacceptable. I can’t accept that...

Little does he know, being beyond tired and all, that Gosalyn is taking in every bit of how unwavering his determination is to make her happy again. This scene is such a great reminder on why The Duck Knight Returns is wonderful episode that pours on over into Let’s Get Dangerous’ story line. It reminds us why Darkwing Duck is such a lovable endearing character, which is especially relevant to the reboot because he’s also just like any of ourselves in this iteration. Wanting to do some good in the world, in spite of his own insecure ego-tendencies. That really resonates all the more because Drake Mallard doesn’t feel like an over the top zany cartoon character here, but an actual person that others can draw serious inspiration from. Frank & his team wanted this episode to be a big bang and damn did they accomplish that feat and then some. It’s an amazing message to show that heroes can come from anywhere in the world. You don’t need super powers to define what makes you a real hero. In the real world what actually makes you a role model person is how compassionate and understanding you are to friends, family, and even acquaintances, which Drake fits down to the very letter of supporting this important moral compass to have. The clarity this scene gives for Drake & Gosalyn’s pivotal dynamic is so resonating for myself because I too pride myself in being a compassionate listener to others feelings, even if I don’t necessarily agree with everything someone says to me at points. What matters in the long run is telling or showing someone through your actions that you understand how they feel about what gives them that perspective. Something that Gosalyn returns his compassion to with kindness and most importantly humming to sleep with first verses of Little Girl Blue as a sign of deep respect, which warmed my heart and tugged at my heart strings. This scene also helps Gosalyn better understand why she just can’t go around trying to pick fights with the enemy. Being physically strong isn’t the only key component to what makes a person a full fledged hero and because it’s the obviously right thing to do. It’s having the emotional capacity to lift others up and tell them it will be all okay, regardless of how bad things might seem now. Stuff that Drake got from growing up watching classic Darkwing episodes, while dealing with bullying issues at his school he attended throughout his childhood.

Today’s special episode is a great message that no matter how much crap each of us may deal with on a regular basis, we all have that power to emotionally comfort other people in our own lives. That’s the strong impression it left me.

[sassyduckqueen]

Miraculous: Rise of Anatis 44

Another terrible episode down. I hate this one as well. It's just as cringy as Puppeteer 2 but I couldn't resist a chance to have Luka help out Marinette. I'm a sucker for cute Lukanette moments. Anyway, try to enjoy this as best as you can. This is the best I could do but I still dislike it. Also Sasha Mallard is my cameo appearance. Sasha can be shortened to Sassy and Mallard is type of duck. Sasha Mallard = Sassy Duck. I figured since Thomas Astruc can put himself into the episode so can I haha. Though Sasha isn't my real name but it does contain my name :)

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Chapter Forty-Four: Animaestro

"Oh, I can totally get you an interview with the director of the Anatis and Lady Noir film," Lila gasped as she walked into the canteen with Alya, causing Marinette to roll her eyes. There is no way she knew the director and Marinette wanted to shout out and call her out on it but she knew Lila would just turn it around on her. She took a deep breathe and focused on her happy place, feeling her mind relax and calm down. Lila might be a liar and Marinette wanted nothing more then to call her out but that would ruin the plan and that in the long run would bring her way more satisfaction this way. Anatis intended to bring her down once and for all. He saw as the threat she really was and he was more then happy to take out but he wanted to make sure she could not lie her way out of it. It made Marinette feel relief as she had someone else on her side other then Luka. Not that she didn't want Luka on her side. It was just nice to have someone else as well. "We're like super close. He even asked me to help build the characters of Anatis and Lady Noir because of how close I am to them,"

 "Girl, that is so cool," Alya gasped as she listened, completely entranced by it. "Will you be going to the premier?"

 "Of course, I will," She grinned as they joined the line at the canteen. "Thomas gave me and my mama VIP passes to thank me for my help,"

 "Oh wow, girl, that is so cool," Alya gasped as she helped Lila carry her food to the table. Marinette rolled her eyes as she sat down and took out her food as Rose, Juleka and Ivan joined her. Max, Alix and Kim had headed to their own little table as Nino joined them. 

 "How can Alya believe her?" Rose asked as they began to take out their lunches. Juleka shrugged as Nathaniel and Marc joined them. 

 "You'd think that she would at least take what she said with a pinch of salt like the rest of us," Nathaniel sighed as Marc handed him a sandwich. He thanked him and kissed him on the cheek, making the writer blush a little as the others shrug. Marinette sighed as she took out her lunch as Adrien and Chloe joined them as well. She shot them a smile before turning back to the discussion.

 "She is blinded to the truth because her desire to be successful overrides her common sense," She sighed, frowning. She was still friends with Alya but the girl had been avoiding her since the visit to the museum but according to Nino, Marinette wasn't the only person on her shit list. She had been avoiding him and told him that they should take a break. Naturally, Nino had been upset at first but he regained freedom, meaning he could focus more on his friends and work but him and Marinette knew that her shit list wouldn't last long. She'd get lonely from Lila been constantly busy with her 'commitments' and would soon come back to them. Though Marinette wasn't sure if she was going to jump back with her friendship with her. However, she would deal with that when it comes. She bit into her sandwich as Marc and Nathaniel discussed the next issue of their comic in hushed voices. A few minutes later, Luka walked in with Kagami and to her surprise, Felix. Marinette wasn't sure how to react to him as they came over to their table. However, Adrien jumped up and hugged his cousin, clearly happy to see him.

"Felix, how was your classes?" He asked, dragging his cousin into the seat next to him as Kagami grabbed the other. Luka took his usual seat next to Marinette as Felix began to tell Adrien about the classes and how welcome everyone had made him feel. Luka began to talk to Marinette, who happily listened to him until Lila approached their table, causing everyone to go quiet as they glanced at her.

 "Hi, everyone," She grinned, her eyes lingering on Luka for a few minutes. He instantly teased up, feeling uncomfortable with her expression. Marinette, however, slipped her hand in his, making him relax a little as he tightened his hand around hers. Lila gave them a false smile before turning her attention to Felix. "Hi, I'm Lila. I'm a really good friend of Adrien's so let's be friends,"

 Felix didn't even speak a word but truth be told, he didn't need to. His aura instantly became colder and he shot her a glance of pure ice, sending shivers down everyone's spin. Alya frowned as she came over, seeing Lila looking shocked. 

 "Wow, talk about rude," She muttered, making almost everyone roll their eyes. "Lila is just trying to make friends,"

 "Firstly, don't you dare talk to me so causally, Miss Cesaire and secondly, I have no interest in befriending someone who is so fake that she makes Kim Kardashian look real," Felix declared in an extremely harsh tone, causing Alya and Lila to look like they had been hit by a wet fish and everyone else to laugh. Nathaniel even shouted out 'burn', Adrien, however, cleared his throat, making everyone look at him, getting a nod of Kagami.

 "Since everyone is here and I consider most people here friends... not you, Lila..." Adrien stated, causing the Italian fox to gasp as he singled her out. "I have something important to say and I want to tell my friends before it goes viral tonight. Me and Kagami are officially dating,"

 Most people cheered but two people didn't. Lila and Alya. Naturally, Lila didn't as she glared small daggers at everyone but Alya looked like she had been betrayed.

 "What?!" She gasped, making everyone look at her. "You're dating the ice queen?!"

 "Alya!" Marinette gasped, causing Alya to look at her. "Kagami isn't an ice queen. She's actually really nice,"

 "Aren't you even bothered by this?!" She gasped, surprised that her best friend wasn't freaking out. The girl had a massive crush on Adrien after all and she should be hurt to find out he's dating someone else, especially someone like Kagami but Marinette apparently wasn't. Instead, she looked happy for them. It baffled Alya so much. She grabbed Marinette's arm, surprising her and pulled her aside. Luka looked like he wanted to follow her but Marinette shook her head, turning her attention to her. 

 "What?" She asked, crossing her arms. Alya bit her lip.

 "Aren't you heartbroken?" She asked, making Marinette sigh and shake her head. She wasn't heartbroken because she never really loved Adrien in the first place. She understood she had liked him a lot but she also understood that she had placed him on a pedestal but since her realization and the talk she had with him, she had removed the last bits of him from her life. She had finally put sunshine yellow where it should be. With her but as her friend. "Mari, you can be honest with me,"

 "I am been honest," Marinette sighed, pinching her nose. "I am happy for Adrien and Kagami since I have moved on from him,"

 "Girl, you moved on from him?" Alya asked, confused. "Since when?"

 "It's been happening for a while, Alya," She admitted, making the other girl frown. "But I guess the final push was the other day in the museum,"

 "Girl... I'm sorry," Alya muttered, expecting Marinette to be heartbroken but Marinette really wasn't. She shrugged as if it was normal, making Alya stare at her. "You're not... heartbroken?"

 "No," Marinette replied, making her stare at her again. "Alya, Adrien is great and all but honestly, I think he's just a friend,"

 "Right..." She nodded before smiling. "Well then that solves your love dilemma. You can totally date Luka. In fact, I could set it up so you can confess-"

 "Alya, no," Marinette stated, firmly. Alya blinked and looked at her in surprise. "One, I will confess to Luka when I'm ready, which I'm not and two, I don't want to confess to him just yet anyway. I've only just removed Adrien from my heart and I'm not really to tell Luka that I like him. I like our friendship and I certainly don't want to rush this. I don't want him to think he's a rebound from Adrien,"

 "Yeah but that doesn't mean you can't tell him," Alya stated, making Marinette sigh and give her a look. "Alright, alright... I get it but I'm not sure I like Adrien dating the ice queen,"

 "Well, you don't have to," Marinette pointed out, shocking Alya. "Adrien is happy with Kagami and also can you not refer to her as ice queen? She is actually a friend of mine,"

 "What? Since when have you and Kagami been close?" Alya gasped, surprised. 

 "Since Friendship day," Marinette answered, pinching her nose.

 "Girl, is that why you've been blowing me off?" Alya asked, crossing her arms and making Marinette sigh.

 "I haven't been 'blowing' you off," Marinette corrected. "I've been telling you no for babysitting because I'm not a full time babysitter and it's your chore. I don't mind doing it once in a blue moon but not every single weekend. In case, you have forgotten I have things to do,"

 "What things?" Alya asked, clearly not impressed by Marinette's answer. "Also you babysit Manon,"

 "Yes, I do because I get paid for it," She replied. "And I have commissions to make and homework to do. I also have the duties of been the class representative, which you should be helping with given that you're suppose to be my deputy and on top of that, I have to help my parents with the bakery and like I said I don't mind helping you out occasionally but I can't and shouldn't do it every week,"

 "Are you saying I shouldn't be going on dates then?" Alya asked, clearly annoyed. Marinette rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, mirroring Alya. "Well?"

 "No, I'm not saying that," She stated, making Alya smile. "But you shouldn't be putting your 'dates' above your little sisters. Also it's not healthy to be constantly around your boyfriend,"

 "What do you mean?"

 "You see Nino in school, you're constantly around his or he's around yours after school, you spend the whole weekend together. There's never time for anyone else in either of your lives. I mean you literally invited yourself along when Adrien wanted to spend time with Nino. That is not cool, Alya," Marinette explained, making Alya roll her eyes. "Alya, I'm serious. You say I've been blowing you off but whenever I ask to hang out, it's either 'I can't. I'm with Nino' or 'can Nino come along?' and when I have agreed, you just completely blank me and act like you're on a date with Nino. Basically, I end up third wheeling,"

 "Oh, it's not that bad," Alya gasped but then Marinette began to reel off all the times they had hung. All of them consisted of going to places for couples and her ignoring Marinette to pay attention to Nino. Alya bit her lip as Marinette showed her the texts of their arrangements. There were even ones where Marinette said she wanted a girl's day out and she brought Nino along or when Marinette suggested it should just be them and Alya would have a go at her, asking her if she disliked Nino. "Well... ok... maybe I have been a bit strong on the whole dating thing but I care for Nino..."

 "Which I'm not doubting," Marinette confirmed. "But this behavior is why you two are taking a break, Alya. It's ok to have a life separate from your boyfriend. You know that right?"

 "Well... I guess...." Alya frowned, rubbing the back of her neck before glancing over at the Italian, who was attempting to make small talk with everyone. She even went to sit down next to Luka but he put his legs on the seat and told her that it is taken while glaring at her. She didn't get why he didn't like her. After all, Lila was just trying to make friends. "It's just Lila mentioned that if a couple doesn't spend all their time together, they end up breaking up,"

 "And you believed her?" Marinette asked, clearly annoyed at Lila been mentioned. Alya nodded and Marinette sighed. "Right, of course you did,"

 "Marinette, what's that suppose to mean?"

 "Nothing," Marinette grumbled before sighing. "Look, just take Lila's advice with a pinch of salt. Not everything she says is law,"

 "Um... right..." Alya sighed, not wanting to get in an argument about Lila again. She shook her head before smiling. "So why don't me and you have a girly night tonight?"

 "I can't," Marinette admitted, making her frown. "I'm hanging out with Luka and the rest of Kitty Section,"

 "Oh really?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows. Marinette rolled her eyes but she was smiling a little.

 "It's nothing like that," She replied, making Alya snort. "We're just watching a movie together and it's not like we'll be along,"

 "A movie together eh?" Alya grinned as the bell rang, causing Marinette to jump and drag her off to their next lessons. The rest of school went by really quickly, which Marinette was grateful for. She collected her homework and rushed over to the lockers, ignoring Lila who send her a sneer. She grabbed her bag and books, said a quick goodbye to Alya and rushed out of the locker room. She made her way home and quickly greeted her parents before rushing upstairs and dropped off her books before getting changed. Once happy with her outfit, she ran downstairs and said goodbye to her parents before heading to the Seine where she was meeting rest of Kitty Section. She saw Luka first and waved at him, causing him to smile and wave back. Juleka was leaning on the wall next to him but Ivan, Mylene and Rose weren't there yet. Marinette ran over and greeted them.

 "Hey," Luka smiled as she pushed a bit of her hair aside. Juleka instantly smirked as she glanced at them, making Luka feel nervous before he cleared his throat. "I like your dress..."

 "Oh... thanks," Marinette smiled as she looked down at it. It was a simple pink dress with her signature flowers across the skirt area. She had paired it with her normal jacket and a pair of ballet pumps. Her hair was in her usual style and she had the purse she had made from her Nonna's gift with her, which Plagg was inside, happily sleeping. Luka had also changed his outfit. He had a different band shirt on and his usual ripped jeans but he had switched his hoodie for the jacket she had made him, making her smile when she realized he was wearing it. "You don't look too bad yourself,"

 "T-Thanks..." He flushed, looking a little nervous. Of course, that made Juleka snort and call him a nerd. In reply, he stuck his tongue out at her before facing Marinette. "Are you ok after your talk with Alya?"

 "Yeah, I am," She smiled as Rose got there. She instantly squealed over Marinette's dress, making both of the Couffaine roll their eyes before she moved over to Juleka and leaned against her, muttering about how pretty it is. "I could make you one if you want, Rose,"

 "Oh my gosh!!!" Rose gasped, practically fluttering. "Yes!! How much would it be?"

 "Um... well... I'm not sure..." Marinette admitted. The only person who had really paid for her work was Jagged. Luka frowned and looked at her.

 "You don't have a commission list?" He asked, making her blink and shake her head. "You really should, Marinette. I bet lots of people would buy from you. I know I would,"

 "Me too!!" Rose gasped as Juleka nodded. "Oooh, we could help you make a website, where we could show off your designs!!"

 "Oh... wow... I mean...." Marinette gasped, flushed at the idea of having her own website and showing off her designs. She was especially flushed at Rose's enthusiasm. Not that she didn't appreciate it but Rose was very intense. Luckily, Ivan and Mylene turned up and Rose refocused her energy on seeing the film but her little out burst had given Marinette food for thought. She could make her own website and showcase her designs.

 ~Later that Evening~

 "Thanks for walking me home, Luka," Marinette smiled, gently kissing his cheek. Juleka and Rose had gone back to the Liberty and Ivan had taken Mylene home, leaving Marinette to head home. Luka had insisted on walking her back which she happily agreed to. He went to tell her it was no problem but before he could, her parents appeared at the door and insisted he could in for a little bit. Apparently, her dad had tried out a new cake recipe and wanted an outsider's opinion on it. Marinette giggled as he practically dragged Luka into the kitchen, asking if he was allergic to anything. When Luka told him he wasn't, Tom practically squealed and gave him a slice of cake. Luka tried it as Marinette took a seat.

 "Wow," He gasped, making Tom smile. "This is really good, Mr Dupain,"

 "Oh, you can call me Tom, son," Tom grinned, making Luka nod. "You really like it?"

 "Yeah. It's just the right amount of sweetness and really fluffy too," Luka smiled, taking another bite. "Are you going to make it available for sale?"

 "We're trying it out at the premier of the Anatis and Lady Noir film," Tom explained, making Luka blink and grin. "You see it's made with coconut instead of almonds as the direction is allergic to nuts. I'm told that it's not too serious but as a baker, I have to be careful with these things. Oh, do you want to try one the macarons as well?"

 "Sure," Luka smiled, getting a giggle of Marinette as Sabine came through and greeted him. "It's really cool that you get to cater at the premier,"

 "It is," Sabine smiled as Tom gave Luka and Marinette a plate of macrons. "It's a really good opportunity for us and we're very excited to go. There's going to be loads of celebrities there including the Agrestes and of course, Jagged Stone,"

 "Yeah, he mentioned he was going," Luka nodded causally, making Tom and Sabine look at him in surprise. He forgot not everyone knew about Jagged been his dad. "Oh... um... Jagged is... a friend of my mum... Yeah..."

 Sabine giggled as Luka looked nervous before continuing the conversation as Luka and Marinette ate their macarons. Jagged had mentioned going to the premier, even inviting Luka to it but Luka wasn't sure it was a good idea so he turned it down but promised to let Jagged know if he changed his mind. He had also been invited as Anatis, along with Lady Noir but both decided to turn that down too. While they were flattered, they agreed they shouldn't go as they were superheroes, not celebrities. Luka finished his macaron and grabbed a couple of more as Tom began to go over the list of the things that had been ordered. He slipped one into his pocket for Tikki when no one was looking before munching on a few more. They were really good.

 "We need 600 maracons 800 petits fours, 1000 Pain au chocolat and that's not even mentioning the Anatis and Lady Noir three-tier cakes," He sighed before glancing at Luka. "Those maracons taste good?"

 "Yes sir," He smiled. "They're really good,"

 "Excellent," Tom smiled before turning to his wife, who was frowning.

 "That's a lot of food," She sighed before looking at him. "Maybe we should hire someone to help us serve all this food at the premier,"

 "I can help," Marinette stated, causing them to look at her. "I can totally help with that!"

 "You mean... as a server?" Tom asked, looking at her with uncertainty and surprise. It's not that he didn't believe that she wasn't capable. It just that Marinette was super clumsy and any damages or accidents would be taken off the bill. "Are you sure, sweetie? You'd walk around and serve people maracons?"

 "I can do it," She grinned, holding up a plate with fruit to prove her point. However, she ended up misplacing her footing and falling. Luckily, Luka jumped up and caught her as well as the plate, holding it perfectly. The fruit wasn't as lucky. Marinette blushed and muttered a thanks as her parents shared a look, making her frown. "You don't trust me?"

 "Of course we do, sweetie," Sabine reassured as she put down the plate and began to pick up the fruit with Luka. "It's just-"

 "I'm such a klutz," She sighed, frowning. "Yeah, I don't trust me either..."

 "Of course, you're not a klutz and we do trust you," Tom smiled, placing his hand over hers. "You're hired but there's going to be a lot to do so I hope you're prepared for a busy day,"

 "Of course, papa!" Marinette grinned as Luka bit his lip, straightening up and place an orange on a table. "And I'll be super careful!"

 "I... I could help as well?" He muttered, making the three of them look at him. "If you want..."

 "That would be great," Tom smiled, making Marinette grin. "Two helpers are even better then one but are you sure you won't be busy that day? We don't want to intrude on your life, Luka,"

 "It would be no trouble at all," He smiled, making Marinette grin. "I don't have much experience as a waiter but I know a little about it. I work as a delivery boy a couple of days a week,"

 "Well then, you're hired," Tom grinned. "With you two as our servers, this will be so much more easier,"

 "Ooh, I'll can make you a waiter's outfit!!" Marinette gasped, making Luka smile. "We'll so professional! It's going to be a blast!"

 ~Evening of the Premier~

 "So put your thumbs here and look straight ahead," Tom suggested as he got Marinette to hold an empty plate. Luka had already grabbed a plate and was walking around serving them. He was dressed in a classic waiter's outfit that she made that actually matched her. Something which was his suggestion. It had surprised her but she was more then happy to make them match. For her, she wore a black shirt with puffy, short sleeves and a baby pink skirt. The shirt's sleeves had white cuffs and a white collar with white buttons and she had added an apron and a head dress that had baby pink frills on it and her signature flower dress. She had completely the look with comfortable, black shoes and polka dot tights. She had also put her hair in a bun instead of her normal style. Luka's outfit was a lot more simple to make then hers. He wore black trousers with a matching black waistcoat and bow tie. Like her shirt, the waistcoat had white buttons and his shirt was the same shade of pink as Marinette's shirt. He had a short apron around his waist with her signature flower design was place on the edge of it. On his feet, he wore completely black converses, giving the outfit his own personal touch. He had even gelled his hair back for the occasion. She watched him, walk around with confidence before turning to her father, who looked nervous, making her sigh. He was convinced that she would trip and fall when trying to serve people. Though she didn't blame him for that, she wanted him to actually trust her. She looked at the empty plate before sighing.

 "Shouldn't there be maracons on here?" She asked, frowning. Her parents gave each other a look, making her frown before her mother cleared her throat.

 "Of course," She smiled nervously. "We'll put them on when you're ready,"

 "Dad, Mum.... I am ready," She gasped, frowning. She couldn't help but feel a little bit embarrassed by their actions. She understood why but she also believed she could do this. "I promise I'll be super duper careful,"

 "Well... ok but don't be shy to ask for help," Her mother stated, making her father nod and give her a plate of macarons. She took a deep breathe and began to walk over to some of the guests. However, she misplaced her footing and tripped, causing her to spin and move in a wild motion as she tried to regain her footing and not drop the macarons. Meanwhile, Luka was having no problems as he walked around, serving people. He gave them a charming smile and easily moved about, offering people the macarons. He moved passed Jagged Stone and some other guy to go get a second tray but Jagged called his name upon seeing him and pulled him other, introducing him to the person he was talking to.

 "Tom, this is Luka. He's a fantastic musician and can really play the guitar," Jagged grinned, holding his arm around Luka's shoulders as he went bright red as Jagged sung his praises. Luckily, most people weren't paying attention but he better stop Jagged soon before he let the cat out of the bag so to speak. They weren't ready to go public with that yet. "Luka, this is Thomas Astruc... he's the director of Miraculous: The adventures of Anatis and Lady Noir,"

 "It's nice to meet you, sir," Luka smiled, making the direction smile a little as well. "Would you excuse me though? I'm actually working here tonight,"

 "Oh, so that's why you're dressed up," Jagged grinned as Marinette tripped up. Both Jagged and Luka went to catch her but Jagged caught her first. "Whoa, Marinette,"

 "You ok?" Luka asked as Jagged helped her to her feet before pointing to her and telling Thomas Astruc who she was. He showed him the glasses she designed and explained she had designed his album cover, Rock Giant, making her blush and giggle nervous. Thomas Astruc complimented her and she offered him some macarons but a number of people grabbed them before he could. Luka and her returned to the table and grabbed fresh trays each before moving around and serving them. Luka always gave her a smile when they cross paths, making her feel more confident as she moved around. She happily talked to Adrien and Kagami when they came in and greeted Chloe when she saw her. Chloe had wore a beautiful dress that was golden in color and even had her hair down with a tiara on it. Marinette had gushed over the gown and how beautiful she looked, making the heiress blush. Luka frowned as he noticed Mr Astruc was not having a good time. A number of people were ignoring him as he tried to talk to them and everytime he tried to nab a macaron from Marinette's tray, someone else beat him to it. Seeing that he looked upset, Luka walked over and held out the tray of maracons. "Here you go, Mr Astruc,"

 "Ah thank you," He smiled, taking one and munching on it. "Hmm delicious,"

 "No problem, sir," He smiled as he took a couple more of him. "If you want anymore, just let me know,"

 "I will do," He smiled as Luka walked away. A few more people took the rest and he walked back to the main table to get a fresh tray, giving Sabine and Tom a smile. He walked off and continued his work. However, the sound of a false laugh caught his attention. He looked over and saw Lila Rossi stood talking to a number of people. She was wearing an orange and white dress. It was nice but it was clear she had themed her outfit around her akumatized self. The dress itself started orange and faded into white. It had a cut out area around the middle that allowed her ribs to show a little. The top half of the dress was connected to the lower part by white lace. The lower half of the dress was short at the front and longer at the back. She wore white lace shoes with a matching white purse. However, she had left her hair in her normal style and wore light orange lip gloss. She had even wore her fake miraculous around her neck. He walked away, heading towards Marinette to warn her as Lila happily chatted away. He walked over to her and was just about to tell her when Lila strutted over.

 "Luka! Hi!" She gasped, clinging onto him. "Oh my gosh! I had no idea you would be here. Are you watching the premier?"

 "Lila, let go of me," He declared, pulling his arm away from her as she frowned. "I'm working and I believe I had made it very clear that I am not interested in been your friend or did you forget that you declared war on me?"

 "Oh, well... I didn't mean it," She gasped, going to grab his arm again. "I was just caught of guard because how mean Marinette-"

 "Marinette wasn't mean to you," He corrected, pulling away from her again. "Now if you excuse me, I have work to do,"

 With that, he walked away, making her scowl as he moved over to Marinette. It was then she noticed the matching outfits, releasing he must be helping out her family. She turned on her heel to go spin her stories to make her feel better but then she saw Adrien with Kagami. With the ice queen there, she knew she had no chance at getting close to Adrien. It made her growl even more. Why the two boys, who would look great on her arm and help her climb the social ladder, bothering to spend time with those losers when they should be trying to get her attention? She growled to herself before taking a seat and crossing her arms. The more she watched them the angrier she got but then an idea popped into her head. This was the perfect chance to ruin Kagami and Marinette. She got up and walked over to Marinette, who glared at her but served her a macaron anyway. She took it and bit into it before making a face.

 "This macaron is awful," She gasped, making Marinette frown. "What's in this?"

 "It's made with coconut instead of almond, Lila," Marinette deadpanned. "And no one else has complained,"

 "Oh my gosh! You know I'm allergic to coconut, Marinette!" She gasped, falsely. "Are you trying to poison me?"

 However, Marinette didn't bite the bait. Instead, she just sighed in clear annoyance.

 "No, Lila, we had special orders to make them like that as Mr Astruc is allergic to almonds," She stated, making Lila frown. "If you don't like them or really are allergic then don't eat them,"

 With that, she walked away and continued to give out the macarons, making Lila annoyed. She walked over to Adrien and tried to insert herself into the conversation but both Adrien and Kagami walked away before she could even begin to talk. She growled to herself again and took out a piece of gum before chewing on it as she watched everyone. She saw Marinette brief loose her balance but she caught herself, making Lila frown. She was hoping she would have fallen over. She also noticed the director of the movie been chased by little kids while Kagami and Adrien talked with Chloe. She blew a bubble with her gum before smirking as Marinette began to walk by her. She stuck out her foot, causing Marinette to try and spin as she tried to not to spill anything. Lila then got up and walked over to the table, grabbing a slice of cake. She placed it down on a chair and put it on a chair near Adrien and Kagami, smirking to herself. She didn't care who sat on it because she would just blame it on Marinette but it would be great if it was Kagami. Speaking of the ice queen, she took out her gun and dropped it subtly as she walked past Adrien and Kagami. She smirked as she heard Kagami say something about the gum on her shoe but she had one other thing to do. She slipped out of the cinema and headed to the nearest bakery before buying a couple of passion fruit macarons. They were Adrien's favorite flavor and the perfect item to frame Marinette for. She flashed her pass and walked back inside, just as Mr Astruc sat on the chair was the cake on. Apparently, he was so worn out with the children annoying him that he didn't notice the cake. She smirked to herself and unwrapped the passion fruit macaron before walking over to him as he let out a sigh.

 "Oh my... are you ok?" She asked, making him look at her. "You look so stressed. Here, why don't you have this? I was going to have it myself but you look like you need it more then I do,"

 "Oh, thank you," He smiled, taking the macaron from her and eating it, failing to notice the smirk on her face. "Ah Passion Fruit. One of my favorite flavors but I usually can't have it because of my allergies to almonds. I'm so glad the bakery I hired made a coconut alternative,"

 However as soon as he said that, he felt his skin itch, causing him and Lila to gasp as red blotches appeared on his skin.

 "T-That was a coconut alternative right?" He asked, making her gasp.

 "I think so but I did find it in this wrapper," She gasped, making him take the wrapper off her and sniff it. He then stormed over to Mr Dupain and demanded to know why some of the macarons had almond in them. Lila then tried to dropped the hint that maybe Marinette was responsible since Passion Fruit happens to be Adrien's favorite flavor. Instantly, Luka came to her defenses and Marinette denied the accusation but the kids from earlier started to laugh at Mr Astruc as he had sat in the cake. While he told them off and got upset, Lila tried to blame Marinette, only for Kagami of all people to say how she saw Lila holding a slice of the same cake. Adrien also said he saw her leaving the venue briefly, meaning she could have brought the passion fruit macaron and if Marinette did want to give him one, she would have already done since she had talked to them a couple of times already. The final thing that made Mr Astruc storm out was when Lila used her own 'allergies', claiming she got herself some macarons so she could enjoy them too and if she did give one to Mr Astruc, she had done it to be kind but didn't realize he was the director of the show who was allergic. When Marinette tried to say she had framed her, Lila started to cry, drawing attention to her. Luka rolled her eyes and went to say something to Mr Astruc to see if he was ok but noticed the man had disappeared. He frowned and asked one of the security if he had seen him. They pointed him in the direction that the man had gone and Luka followed. He walked into the bathroom and frowned as he noticed one of the cubicles were closed. He walked over and knocked on it.

 "Mr Astruc?" He asked, frowning. "Are you ok? Do you need medical attention?"

 "No, I'm alright," He replied, clearly upset. His heart song was melancholy and a little depressing to hear. "My allergies don't require me to be hospitalized. I'll just have this nasty rash for a couple of days,"

 "Are you sure?" Luka asked. "I don't mind calling an ambulance for you,"

 "No, no... it's fine... you should go back to the party," He replied, making Luka sigh. He didn't want to leave him but he was still working. He left the bathroom and headed back to the main party. Everything had calmed down but he couldn't see Lila anywhere. He walked over to Marinette as she sighed.

 "Where did Lila go?" He asked, hoping she wasn't there anymore.

 "She left," She sighed, frowning. "She gave him a passion fruit macaron, despite knowing he was allergic and couldn't have them. I told her myself. Is he ok? Does he need medical attention?"

 "Apparently not," He replied, explaining what he had told him. Marinette nodded and listened. However, before he could continue, one of the security guards got thrown into the room as a man walked in. He was wearing an ladybug patterned mask but the rest of him looked like pen scribbles. He kind of resembled the director, causing Luka to realize he must have been akumatized. The entire party broke out in panic as everyone tried to get away from the akuma. Luka grabbed Marinette's hand and ran off with her but thanks to other people, he dropped her hand, losing her. He wanted to go and find her but he had to go and transform. He slipped into the fire escape, causing Tikki to fly out before he transformed. He jumped onto the roof and landed on it, frowning as he saw a giant 2D Godzilla, destroying stuff. Definitely one of the weirdest akumas he's come up against. A few minutes later, Lady Noir landed next to him.

 "Well, that is weird," She muttered, making him nod. "Any ideas?"

 "It's Thomas Astruc, the director of Miraculous: Tales of Anatis and Lady Noir," He replied, making her nod. "He's calling himself Animaestro,"

 "Ooh... our film!!" She gasped, grinning before making a thoughtful look. "But you're not really afraid of cats, are you?"

 "What? Of course not," He replied, making her grin happily. "You didn't think I was, did you?"

 "Hey, you could be for all I know," She grinned as they jumped and landed on the roof near the akuma. Anatis threw his yoyo and wrapped it around Animaestro, causing it to turn his attention to them.

 "Anatis! Lady Noir!!" He declared, glaring at them before glowing and changing into some sort of transformer. He fired a beam at Anatis, who jumped back and blocked it with his yoyo before firing at Lady Noir as she tried to sneak up on him. She landed next to Anatis, who was observing. Animaestro changed form again, looking like some old Disney character, declaring himself as the best hero. Lady Noir growled and charged at him but he threw a dark disc that landed on the floor and created a black hole, which she fell in. Anatis threw his yoyo and pulled her from it, landing on the roof as she huffed.

 "I hate cartoon logic!!" She gasped as they jumped away from giant boxing gloves. "How do we beat him?!"

 "The only thing that doesn't change is his mask," Anatis yelled as they ran. "I think the akuma is in it,"

 "Ok so how do we get it?!" Lady Noir replied as Animaestro jumped up and transformed into a woman she recognized as Majestia, declaring something about fearing the power of cartoons. "I like cartoons as much as anyone else but this is ridiculous!"

 "Maybe we just need a little luck to beat him," Anatis grinned before throwing up his yoyo. "Lucky charm!!!"

 A head camera appeared out of no where and he caught it, frowning.

 "Ok... but how does this help?" He muttered, glancing around but nothing lit up. "Kitten, any ideas?"

 "Maybe we need to make our own film?" She asked, making him nod. He pressed record and placed it on his head as Animaestro taunted them before firing eye-beams at them. It caused them to fall into the underground, causing them to groan. "I don't think he likes the idea of competition,"

 "Agreed," Anatis replied, getting up and helping her to her feet. "You ok?"

 "Yes," She nodded, blushing a little before he pulled away and took out his yoyo. Animaestro jumped down in the form of a cartoon ninja and threw a smoke bomb, causing Anatis and Lady Noir to cough as the smoke surrounded them. "I can't see anything,"

 "Protect your miraculous," Anatis ordered as they moved so they were back to back. "He could be anywhere,"

 "Right!" Lady Noir gasped, covering her ring with her hands. She closed her eyes as the smoke got in them before briefly opening them and quickly looked around. She saw Animaestro reaching for Anatis and pushed him out of the way before the two of them jumped back but coughed, looking away from him. They heard someone shout something and heard Animaestro grunting like he was confused, allowing them to throw the weapons at him blindly before a flash told them that he transformed again. They both opened their eyes as the smoke cleared, causing Anatis to frown when he saw Animaestro was gone. Lady Noir also frowned as she looked for him. "Where did he go?"

 "I don't know," Anatis frowned, confused. "Animaestro had the perfect chance to grab our miraculous,"

 "Yeah, we were blinded from that smoke," Lady Noir agreed before frowning. "So why didn't he?"

 "I don't know... It doesn't make any sense," He sighed before glancing up at the camera on his head and taking it off. "Something must of happened that we didn't see but hopefully the lucky charm caught it,"

 Lady Noir nodded as he re-winded and pressed play. She moved closer as the video played. It showed Anatis turning to Lady Noir, telling her to protect her miraculous before turning back. Animaestro jumped out from the smoke but suddenly stopped moving as if the video had been paused.

 "Did you pause it?" She asked, confused.

 "No," He replied, frowning. "Did you see him freeze?"

 "No," She shook her head, looking at him. "I had my eyes closed because of the smoke,"

 "Me too," He muttered, frowning before it clicked. "That's why he couldn't take our miraculous. If no one watching him then he freezes,"

 "Just like a movie," She gasped, looking at him. "If no one is watching it then it's as if it didn't exist,"

 "And now we know how to stop him," Anatis grinned, stopping the film and hooking the camera on his belt before the two of them jumped up onto the streets and onto the rooftops. Anatis blinked as he saw Animaestro had changed into a giant unicorn and was spitting rainbows that turned things into cartoon stars. "This is just weird... Lady Noir, we need to get people stop watching him,"

 "Ok!" She nodded as the two of them jumped down to the cars where people were stood. "Hey! Listen up! You need to stop watching him!"

 "Just because it's colorful and shiny doesn't mean you should watch it!" Anatis shouted, causing a number of people to look away. He spotted the TV van as Nadja exited it with her film crew, causing it to light up in his luck vision. He smirked as he got an idea. "Lady Noir, distract him! I need to go on TV!"

 "You got it, Annie," Lady Noir replied, jumping away. Anatis jumped over and landed in front of the camera, walking up to it as blue blasts came from the area where Lady Noir was.

 "You!" He gasped, knocking on the camera's glass. "Yes, you who are watching me on the other side of the screen. Wherever you are, close your eyes! Do not look at Animaestro! Turn off your screens! Animaestro gets his power from people watching him so help us take him down by taking that attention away from him. We need each and every one of you to do this. It's the only way to defeat him,"

 He frowned as he heard Animaestro laughing behind him.

 "You can tell everyone to shut their eyes and switch of their TVs but there will always be at least one person watching me!" He declared, laughing. "So try all you want, Anatis! I'll still win,"

 "He's right," Anatis muttered to himself. As long as there is one person watching then Animaestro will be able to move but what if they couldn't watch at all? "Sorry, Nadja but there will be no live streaming today,"

 He took out his yoyo and destroyed the camera, breaking it and causing Animaestro to growl before he changed form again. This time he took the form of a magic girl from an anime and fired a special attack at Anatis. He dived out of the way and blocked it with his yoyo as Lady Noir joined him. She summoned her cataclysm, making Animaestro attack them again. They blocked his attack, causing him to growl and shout something about how everyone needs to watch animation.

 "Too bad, we're the last ones!" Lady Noir grinned as they jumped out of the way of another attack. 

 "And once we close our eyes, it will be time for the end credits," Anatis grinned before nodding to Lady Noir. "Ready, Kitten?"

 "You know it, Bugaboo," She grinned, holding her hand. "I trust you,"

 "Then close your eyes," He stated as Animaestro turned into his normal form and dived at them. The two heroes grinned and closed their eyes, freezing Animaestro in place. Lady Noir reach forward and placed her finger on his mask, destroying it before they opened their eyes. Anatis took out his yoyo and captured the akuma before releasing the purified version. He unhooked the camera on his belt and threw it up into the air. "Miraculous Ladybugs!"

 The cure swept through the city, fixing everything and restoring the missing buildings before spinning around Animaestro himself. He turned back into his normal self as the cure disappeared before looking around confused. To their surprise, the cure had actually fixed his allergic reaction to the macaron as well. He blinked and looked up at the heroes.

 "Anatis?! Lady Noir?!" He gasped, clearly excited. "Oh wow... wait... was I akumatized?"

 "I'm afraid so, sir," Anatis replied, making him frown as someone ran over.

 "Mr Astruc!" They called before looking over and pushing their eyes up as they slipped down their nose. "Oh, wow! Anatis and Lady Noir! Thanks for saving the boss,"

 "No problem... um?" 

 "Oh, I'm Sasha Mallard. I'm the writer of Miraculous: Tales of Anatis and Lady Noir. It's so cool to get to meet you," They grinned, holding out their hand. Anatis shook it and smiled before they turned back to Mr Astruc. "Let's get back to the party, Boss. The film's gonna start soon,"

 Mr Astruc nodded and walked off with Sasha, who was happily talking about meeting the two heroes. Lady Noir moved next to Anatis as his earrings beeped. 

 "Ah, I better go," He replied, turning to Lady Noir. "See ya around, Kitten,"

 "Bye, Annie," She grinned before jumping onto the roofs and running off. She returned back to the cinema and rushed over to her family as Luka came from a different direction. She rushed over to him. "Luka! Are you ok?"

 "I'm fine," He smiled as Sasha walked in with Mr Astruc. "Looks like Anatis and Lady Noir saved the day again,"

 "Of course, they did," Marinette grinned as Lila walked by, laughing in a fake manner. "But no thanks to her,"

 "I'm surprised she came back," He muttered, frowning as Mr Astruc walked over to them. "Mr Astruc, I'm glad to see you're not akumatized anymore,"

 "Luka, was it?" He asked, getting a nod of him. "I just wanted to say thank you for checking on me earlier so here. I think you should have my pass to see the film. I've seen it lots of times already,"

 "R-Really?" Luka asked, surprised as he looked at it before looking at Marinette. "No, she should have it. She's been wanting to see it more then me,"

 "Why don't both of you see it then?" Sasha suggested, holding out their pass too. "Like the boss, I've seen it lots of times too so she can have mine,"

 "A-Are you sure?" Marinette asked, getting a grin of Sasha, who nodded. "Oh! Thank you!!"

 "No worries but would you mind if I grabbed some macarons? I was kind of late to the party," Sasha smiled, rubbing the back of their neck. Marinette grinned and grabbed a tray of macarons for them. Thomas took them out of her hand and smiled at them as they dug in.

 "Go and enjoy the show," He grinned, causing Marinette to grab Luka's hand and drag him into the room. They flashed the passes and took a seat next to Adrien and Kagami, who waved at them as the film began. 

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Huelet Week 2020: Day 1 - Bad Boy AU

Violet Sabrewing had been the tutor of high school heartthrob, Huey Duck, for about seven minutes now, and she already regretted accepting the "offer of a lifetime," as Webby had described the job.

Her best friend, Webbigail Vanderquack, had grown up alone in Scrooge McDuck’s mansion for the first 10 years of her life… until Donald Duck had shown up with his three rowdy triplet nephews: Huey, Dewey, and Louie Duck. Needless to say, the four spent the rest of their childhood together, and Webby grew close to each of them. In fact, she was even dating one of them. Violet got along fine with Dewey, Webby’s boyfriend, and Louie, her sister's boyfriend, but Huey? He was the school's bad boy, and was also dating the meanest girl at Duckburg High, Gosalyn Mallard. The spunky redhead loved making fun of Violet because she was a straight A student, who was in Junior Woodchucks, and did tutoring on the weekends.

Huey on the other hand was your typical bad boy: he was incredibly handsome with messy light hair, and intense, yet dreamy, dark eyes. Violet remembered he used to wear a simple red polo shirt with a red hat back in their freshman year, but now Huey preferred to wear all black, and usually left his hair wildly untamed. She also remembered how sweet and kind he used to be, but that had all changed when he began dating Gosalyn. He went from being in the Mathletes and Chess Club to the star quarterback of the football team. Huey was also captain of the basketball team, much to Dewey’s dismay. Violet was sure she saw him at a select few Junior Woodchuck meetings, but it felt like he didn’t want to be seen attending those. He went to parties every weekend, skipped class, he was everything that Violet wasn't, but Violet couldn't help but be attracted to him.

Which brought her back to the present—Webby had come up to her a couple of days ago, asking her to tutor Huey.

“He’s being recruited by a bunch of these big schools, but he’s been slacking off. I told him to either get a tutor, or get ready to scrape the gum off of tables in a restaurant.” Webby had said.

In the end, Webby had begged for Violet to tutor him, and Violet had begrudgingly accepted. After all, she was getting paid, and who didn’t like to have some extra cash by their side? And he wouldn’t be too hopeless. Huey was smart… right?

Nope. She was currently watching the teenage boy stuff about 6 pencils into his left nostril.

“Listen,” she groaned, frustrated. “I don’t want to do this just as much as you don’t. There are about 700 different things I’d rather be doing, none of which include watching you stuff a half dozen pencils into your nose.” she said, her voice dry and monotoned as ever.

“Then what are you gonna do about it, Sabrewing? Leave?” he asked with a mean laugh. “That doesn’t really affect me, sweetheart.” he smirked, and Violet hated that his sly smile was enough to make her heart race.

“Cute, but no,” Violet said pointedly. “I’ll tell Webby about this, and I know she’s just about ready to kick your ass at this point, Duck. So unless you want your more than just your pride hurt, I suggest you start giving a shit about school… sweetheart.” she said icily.

Huey stared at her, his mind coming up with no retorts or remarks to shoot back at her. In the loosest definition possible, Violet did have a point. Webby was just about ready to kick his ass into space, and the last thing he needed was a bruised tailbone, and Gosalyn asking about it.  

He’ll admit, his and Gosalyn’s relationship didn’t mean much: it was just one of those high school flings. They would go to parties together, he would get black out drunk, and he and Gosalyn would have meaningless one night stands. Then he’d wake up with a pounding headache the next morning, and he’d try to get through the day. Unfortunately, most of that day was spent in school, hence the slacking off.

“Fine,” Huey managed. “Let’s get some work done.”

As Violet explained various things to him, Huey let his eyes wander to her face: Violet was pretty. And not Gosalyn pretty; Gosalyn layered her face with makeup every morning, but Violet seemed… well natural, she wore no makeup, wore no skimpy clothing to make her femine curves stand out, she was just… Violet. And that made her seem more attractive: she had dark skin, something Huey felt drawn to, and dark, curly hair, giving her a mysterious vibe right off the bat. Ever since high school began, she had begun wearing her long hair down, and her face was framed by two bangs. Her current outfit usually consisted of a light aqua Duckburg High hoodie, with black jeans, but she usually changed it up—

“Hubert?” she called, snapping her fingers in front of him.

“Hmm?” he asked.

“Can you repeat what I said?” she asked, frowning.

“Uhh. err… we were on the p-pythagorean theorem, right?” he stammered, flustered that he had gotten so distracted by her face.

She groaned. “We’re on English… let’s go over this again.”

ooo

Weeks passed, and slowly, Violet was starting to make some progress with him. They weren’t friendly, they’d often exchange snide remarks and retorts towards one another, but the air around them was becoming more comfortable, and Violet got over his cocky, arrogant side. Huey on the other hand, found himself wanting to know the type of person she was more and more. She was pretty mysterious, and he only knew one or two facts about her.

He caught her looking at him.

“See something you like, princess?” Huey asked, giving her a shit eating grin. Every time he called her an annoying pet name, it barely fazed her, and Huey was more than determined to find out what pet name she disliked most.

Violet glared at him. “Nothing, Hubert.” she said dryly.

He groaned. “Would you please stop calling me that?”

“What?” she asked incredulously. “You mean your name?”

“My full name,” he corrected, rolling his eyes. “It’s Huey. everyone calls me Huey… expect for you.”

“Well, I personally find it distasteful to shorten down someone’s given name,” Violet sighed. “And if it irks you, then that’s a point for me,” she smirked. “Now let’s go over this concept one more time.”

“Whatever you say… Vi.” he grinned.

Violet whipped around, giving him the mother of all death glares, but Huey was unfazed. He smirked, propping his head up with his hand, as if baiting her into saying something, and Volet faltered: if she showed how much she hated the nickname, then he would just get a little kick out of it. He wanted to annoy her.

She swallowed thickly. “So, when x is equal to negative 1, what is your y value?” she bit out.

He quickly did the math in his head, and smirked. ��It would be negative 3, Vi.”

Violet’s left eye twitched, and Huey resisted the urge to grin.

“T-that’s right,” she bit out through gritted teeth. “Let’s move onto the next problem.”

“Sure, Vi.” he nodded.

She suddenly stood up, grabbing him by the collar, shaking him violently.

“SHUT UP!” she roared.

“I can’t even handle how beautiful you are when you’re angry, Sabrewing.” he smirked, making her falter, and loosen her grip on his collar, any form of anger gone.

“W-what?” she asked shyly, now tucking her hair behind her ear.

“I said that I can’t even handle how beautiful you are when you’re angry, Violet.” he said, looking her in the eye, his dark eyes washing over her like a blanket.

Her guard was up. “If this is a ploy to get out of tutoring, I—”

Huey chuckled. “It’s not. I genuinely think that you’re one of the most beautiful people to exist.”

Her cheeks burned. “S-so what does this make us?”

“Friends with benefits?” Huey asked hopefully.

“Hubert!” she laughed, smacking his arm. “I’m serious. If Gosalyn finds out about this—”

He smiled warmly, cupping her cheek. “I broke up with Gosalyn weeks ago.”

“Why?”

“Maybe I knew that this would happen,” he chuckled. “Being around you makes me feel like the old me, Vi.”

She blushed harder. “I suggest you cool it with that nickname, Duck.”

“Oh yeah, what are you going to do about i—” he was cut off when she pressed her lips firmly against his own, making him blush.

When she pulled away, he was a flustered mess.

“I can do that.” she said coyly.

“That, I can get used to.” he smiled, pulling her closer to him. He cupped her cheek, and gently kissed her, and Violet felt as if she were in heaven.

And for the first time in a long time, Hubert Duck felt good again.

ooo

Cheesy, I know, but we need more Bad Boy Huey stories out there :) here’s Day 1 of Huelet Week 2020, @hueletweek2020

[incomingalbatross]

Okay, it’s been a day and now I have mostly-coherent thoughts on Let’s Get Dangerous, so I am writing them out. Spoilers under the cut!

There were things I like and things I didn’t like, honestly. I’m gonna start with the negatives.

...I’m just gonna say it: I don’t love New Gos as much as Gos Classic. Which, to be fair, I kinda expected, because that’s a really high bar!! New Gos is a good kid, just... not quite what I expected. She’s clearly older, for one thing, and more... toned-down?

In general, I would say she’s a little less baby than Gos Classic, and a little more YA Punk Heroine. Which is valid. It just doesn’t make for an instant bond, for me.

I am... also genuinely disappointed by the final offer of “wanna be my crimefighting partner?” I mean, it makes perfect sense for where they’re at, as opposed to their original counterparts--not only are they planning to find her Grampa, but we already got the “You’re not my family!!” and I guarantee you Reboot Drake has internalized that one. He’s trying to look out for her without overstepping! He’s doing his best!

...BUT. But having them end as “partners” and not actual family just feels wrong. (And there’s also added dissonance because I can’t help thinking how much Drake Classic would blow his top at the idea of inviting Gosalyn to fight crime??? Are you crazy??? She’s a KID!!!!)

(...That said: if Reboot Gosalyn is anyone other than Quiverwing Quack next time we see her, I’m suing. But she will be QQ--she’s already been shown with a crossbow and everything! Nice work there, to be fair.)

Related: are we allergic to the word “dad”?? I know it made more sense to say “family” some of the time, since Gos has probably never had parents in her life, but... after a while it felt like there was some Writer Mandate that that was the only usable word. Or maybe that’s a DuckTales thing in general, actually? Not sure. I just feel like “You’re not my dad!” would be a slightly more likely line in context (or “You’re not my Grampa!”) and have packed more of a punch.

Those...were really my only negatives, I think.

On to the positives!

I love Reboot Drake. So much. He’s earnest and endearing and still just ridiculous enough to still be Darkwing... and his Dad Energy was off the charts here, which is the TRUE mark of a Drake Mallard.

Also his voice actor does such a good Darkwing. You can tell he’s put serious study into this.

Okay. OKAY. Taurus Bulba...

TAURUS BULBA IS LANCE. LANCE FROM TANGLED.

I had to pause and then IMMEDIATELY text my sister when I found that out. Like... really??? Congrats, Disney! I wouldnt have said it was possible, but you created a Taurus Bulba I’m unable to hate!!

Also... Dewey. If ever you’ve used your theater kid powers for good, do it now. ...Get us a Musical Episode with Taurus Bulba in it. I need him to have a Villain Song.

Drake being literally the only person ever to NOT know Fenton is Gizmoduck is honestly an EXCELLENT twist on their dynamic. And given their reboot personalities, of course they get along outside of the suit--I mean, they should, but the identity thing means we still get some fun secret-identity conflicts.

No one told me there were this many The Good Place actors here. First Steelbeak turns out to be Derek, then the buzzard is Shawn (EXACTLY the same role too, honestly) and the computer/Ganrda Dee is Tahani?? I JUST watched S4 of TGP, guys. You have to stop hitting me with actors I actually recognize! It’s weird!!

(And then I have to consider things like “Abed and the Tenth Doctor and Lance are all in the same scene. Oh, there’s Shawn from the Bad Place. Oh look--” CONSTANTLY.)

Okay, I’ll admit it: Dewey seeing himself in Gos’s need to find her grampa and deciding to "be her Webby” was really sweet. Good kid.

I enjoyed the name-dropping of DWD villains and actual episode names (although... “Just Us Justice Duck” was underrated? By whom?? It’s a CLASSIC!)

Thing I REALLY appreciate: So 2017 DuckTales is, like, five notches less Cartoony than Darkwing Duck. HOWEVER, in both DW eps so far Drake’s personal physics have seemed to be two or three notches more cartoony than everyone else’s (see: the piano bit in the first ep, and the filing cabinet in this one). This delights me.

They gave us two hummed lines of “Little Girl Blue”and it was still enough to make me go “yoU CAN’T JUST DO THAT”

Miscellany:

The multiverse stuff is has Big Implications and ties in really well to established Darkwing canon, meaning they could really easily meet their original counterparts. It also seems to echo a plot from the comics, if I’m remembering rightly, where a different member of the Family Darkwing got lost between dimensions.

However... this is meta?? Because it means their in-universe Darkwing show is apparently also another reality. Which is WEIRD, because... that one (at least to the point covered in the meta-show) didn’t have a Gosalyn. Or a Launchpad. How can you have a real Darkwing without them?? What is that reality like?? Is the meta-show an accurate representation?? I have QUESTIONS

Also I really really want Gos Classic’s adult self to fall through a portal and hang out with this gang for a while. And her dad too. (Drake Classic would yell at his younger self for letting Gos fight crime, but then he would adopt him. The Dad Instincts are strong... and Reboot Drake could use a non-crazy older Darkwing in his corner!)

[marinerainbow]

Hi! I have a Darkwing request! In the show, there is one clip where Gos needs to get in bed, but she won’t. So Drake chases her, until he gets distracted. It was such a cute moment! I was wondering if you could write just a small amount of family fluff, where Drake is chasing Gos around the house, while Launchpad watches, possibly cheering them both on. It’s ok if you don’t! No pressure! That moment is just really cute!

EEEE!!!! I DIDNT EXPECT A REQUEST THIS EARLY!!!! THANK YOU!!!

Anyways, I better calm down so you can (hopefully) enjoy a drabble! I'm still new to writing so hopefully it wont suck too much.

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"GOSALYN!"

The red headed girl slid under the coffee table, her father jumped over it.

Launchpad was standing off to the side as he watched his two best friends chase each other around the house. He knew well by now it was best to stay out of the way when they got like this.

"C'mon 'DW!" The pelican called out after dodging the two speeding avians, "Maybe it wouldn't be too bad if 'Gos stayed up for a little longer?" He asked, trying to reach a compromise.

"Yeah dad!" Of course Gosalyn would agree with that, "It's only 10:30! I'm twelve now so I can stay up a bit longer!"

Drake may have been a crime fighting hero, but if there was one person in the entire world who could give him a run for his money, it was most definitely his daughter. He may have been fighting criminals for years, but Gosalyn was small, a hockey player, and spirited.

"Staying up past your bedtime is bad for your health!" Drake exclaimed after emerging from the closet he crashed into, "When I say it's time for bed young lady, I mean it!"

Drake had almost caught Gosalyn, before she leapt out of his grasp and over the lazy boy. Exasperated, he called out to his trusty sidekick, "Launchpad!"

Launchpad jumped out of the way just in time before either duck rammed into him, "Well uh, you know 'Gos, your dad's right! Not getting enough sleep can make you tired all the time and you cant focus on work, you could get bags under your eyes, maybe you should go to be-"

The crash and frustrated yell that was heard from the kitchen told Launchpad that they were all gonna be here for awhile.

-

The short duck sluggishly walked down the stairs, he looked like he had just ran a marathon!

Which considering who he was chasing around the house only an hour ago, he probably did.

Gosalyn had finally tuckered out after... a few hours or so of running, hiding, and sneaking out of bed. Drake was finally able to tuck her in, sing her her lullaby- despite how much she claimed she was too old, Drake could see the smile form on Gosalyn's face when he offered to sing it to her. Only minutes ago was she resisting bedtime, but now she was sound asleep.

Drake practically collapsed onto the couch, Launchpad was waiting for him with a glass of water, which Drake wasted no time in chugging.

Launchpad chuckled a bit seeing his friend, he would have been more than happy to help but Drake insisted on getting Gosalyn to bed himself, "Looks like 'Gos finally hit the hay huh?"

Drake looked like he was ready to pass out himself, he didnt respond so Launchpad continued, "Looks like your battery could use a little recharge too! Hehe."

"What? No I'm fine!" The duck claimed, raising a single finger in the air, forcing himself to stand and make a heroic pose, "My spirited daughter is no match for the terror that flaps in the night!"

Launchpad resisted the urge to remind Drake that Gosalyn had actually threw him off her trail without leaving the house.

Instead, he stood up and stretched, "So DW, we got any crime fighting to catch up on?"

At this, the mallard sunk back on the couch, looking dejected and frustrated at the same time, "No! Not a single crime tonight! Since when dies a city not have crime!?"

Nevermind the fact that this has happened a couple times.

Launchpad offered Drake a reassuring smile, "Hey, that means you can get some rest! From the looks of things you need a nap after that chase, hehe!"

Drake gave Launchpad a slight glare, he knew that the pelican meant well, but how could he rest when his city could be in trouble? "Oh please LP, hasn't being my sidekick taught you anything? St. Canard is never 'at peace'! In fact, I bet there will be a robbery right now!" Than he clicked on the radio that was sitting on the lamp table.

Nothing to report.

"Uh, DW-"

"Ok, ok, ok, so maybe the broadcaster is late!" Drake exclaimed, "Theres no problem in checking!"

Launchpad sighed as he watched his friend head over to the two chairs that would lead to his secret lair. Sitting on one, he looked expectantly at Launchpad, "C'mon LP!"

Launchpad stood up and walked towards Drake, but he didnt sit down in the other chair, "C'mon DW," he started, "It's late! And Gosalyn tuckered you out! Theres no harm in taking a power nap!"

Drake shook his head as he looked at Launchpad scoldingly, "Launchpad, like I told you, imperfectly Fi..."

As if on cue, Drake let out a massive yawn.

...

Launchpad crossed his arms and quirked a brow at Drake but he still smiled, "That looks pretty tired to me."

Drake crossed his arms, not unlike a child who didnt get their way, "I'm not tired!"

Launchpad shook his head, not in a dissapointed manner, and said, "Drake, you havent been getting much sleep lately, you should take this chance!"

Logically speaking, Drake knew Launchpad was right. He had to tell Gosalyn that every other night. But st the same time, he wasnt a twelve year old, he was St. Canards hero! He couldnt just sleep now!

Even so, Drake couldnt deny the way his eyes felt droopy, or how it felt like the chair he was sitting in felt like it was pulling him into itself. Not to smother him, but to lull him to sleep.

Of course, no chair- no matter how comfy it may be- was no match for the great Darkwing Duck! He would rise above this bout of exhaustion! He would show the world that nothing could keep the terror that flaps in the night down!

However, he should have made that resolve sooner, for now the hero of St. Canard had succumbed to the clutches of sleep.

...

'Wow,' the pelican thought, 'I didnt think that would work!'

At first, Launchpad considered carrying Drake upstairs to his own bedroom, but than he remembered that with Drakes instincts, he would be wide awake and alert if someone touched him.

So instead, Launchpad quickly, but quietly, got a spare blanket from the linen closet and carefully placed it over his friend. He wanted to grab a pillow too, but he would have to have moved Drakes head to fit it under him.

When he made sure Drake was snug, Launchpad sat back down on the couch, leaning his head against his palm as he felt his own eyes get droopy.

Launchpad would have gone to his own bedroom to sleep, but before he knew it, he had fallen against the couch, already snoring peacefully.

End.

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I meant to get this done sooner, but I was having a hard time getting the scenes in my head and portraying them into words, sorry for the wait!

I... I dont know if it's just my own paranoia, but I feel like the ending was bland. I coukdnt think of anything else to put in.

But anyways, I would VERY much appreciate constructive criticism! Dont be shy!

Again, thank you so much for requesting! Have a good day!

[thunderquack]

How Dew You Dewey That?

Dewey Duck’s best friend was Launchpad McQuack. Being the middle child and starved for the same attention and recognition as his elder and younger siblings, he loved hanging out with someone who had the same energy and sense of adventure as he did, even if that guy happened to be thirty-one years old. He never treated him like some ‘dumb kid’, he was his friend.

But things are different now. Launchpad found himself in a loving relationship with superfan-turned-actor-turned-superhero Drake Mallard, and he was spending less time with him. He was going on dates and doing all kinds of gross relationship stuff Dewey couldn’t wrap his head around. It freaked him out. And then along came the adopted daughter Gosalyn, and now he’s ten times more careful than he used to be. But seeing the happy family made him think about more than being replaced, and he has a few questions he wants to ask.

It took a while to get over it.

It might’ve taken less time to get over it if Gosalyn hadn’t been relentlessly teasing Dewey on Whiffle Boy Rewritten, or if there wasn’t a notable change in Launchpad’s response to his adventurous requests. ‘Oh, mom said we can go’ wasn’t cutting it anymore, Launchpad started wanting to ask her upfront, and that usually turned into the big ol’ devastating no. As if Della would allow him to go flying alone with Launchpad of all people. He’d stomp off in betrayal every single time.

Parenthood changed his best friend for sure, and falling in love changed him too, and sometimes he’d wonder why Launchpad had to go and find the love of his life. Why couldn’t they have stayed the most eligible bachelors in all the land forever? Launchpad always said Drake brings out the best in him, but all Dewey could see was someone who forgot what the meaning of fun was. Was that what love was all about? Changing for the other person? Count him out of that, he was a star in his own right already, he didn’t need anyone else to bring out the best in him. And we was way too threatened by that concept anyway.

He was bitter for weeks until Drake caught on to how he was probably feeling and told his husband it’d be best to talk to him, and the pilot pulled the kid aside for just that.

“Hey, Dewster.”

The kid had his arms crossed, back turned to the taller. He looks up at him with a furrowed brow, suspicious of what his intentions could be after blowing him off all this time. Finally, he answers. “Sorry, Launchpad. I actually can’t hang out with Gosalyn today. I’m way too busy.” His tone stings bitter, mocking of what he’s been hearing for the last month in the most childish way.

The redhead rubs the back of his neck with a large hand and sighs light, there’s a smile playing on his beak. Drake told him to expect this. “Not askin’ you to do that, buddy.”

“Oh. So then what do you want?” He shifts his position, legs crossing and chin resting in his hands.

Launchpad adjusted his cap and let his gaze fall around the room. Eye contact during tense moments was difficult, even if the person he was comforting was a ten-year old. He chose to focus on his folded hands instead. “Look, I know what you’re thinking. Big Bro LP’s too busy for me--”

“Yeah, that’s ‘cause you ALWAYS are?”

“-- And ya think he doesn’t care about you anymore.” His head lifted to look at him.

Dewey’s beak presses into a tight line, looking at the ground. He didn’t wanna admit it to himself let alone to Launchpad, but it sure felt that way. Seeing the second most active kid only to his daughter he knew silence himself was enough of an answer.

“That’s not true.”

“But you changed!” Is his quick retort. “Ever since you started dating him and adopted her, it’s like you’re a completely different Launchpad! You turned all careful and busy. And you started wanting mom to tell you if I’m allowed to do something which is totally unfair because my word is SO trustable--”

“Dewey.” He winces having to interject, but he does listen to the triplet’s words. To be honest, Launchpad hadn’t really noticed or put that much thought into how he was maturing and growing. Sometimes you make changes to yourself without realizing it, if the right people enter your life. Having learnt from Della, and becoming a parent in his own right, he was a lot safer in his flying and making sure Dewey actually had permission to do something dangerous before going on a whim. He imagined how he’d feel if he learned Gos ran off with someone and almost got herself hurt; and it was terrifying, tough as she was. Back then, he didn’t know how Donald or Della would’ve felt. But he does now. He has his own family now, and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to protect them. Little changes entered his personality to reflect that.

Launchpad shuffles in his seat and nods once. “Families and relationships aren’t easy, Dewey. And it’s a lot more than just the fun stuff too.” He recalls in the back of his mind a few rough patches he and Drake had to get over before communication came more easily to them. “I mean just look at your mom and Louie right now. There’s a lot of effort and time that goes into this stuff, and I really have to work hard at it. y’know?” Hand falls on the smaller duck’s shoulder, and his growing smile is inviting. Eyes crinkle with the fondness of a big brother “But that doesn’t mean I lost sight of everyone who’s important to me. And especially not my best buddy.”

The blue one remains unsatisfied, although the latter words bring a more relaxed expression to his face. “I just don’t get it. What’s the point of dating and romance and all this junk if it just distracts and changes you? Do you even wanna change in the first place?” The bitterness in his tone had been replaced with a frustrated curiosity, Launchpad shrugged in response.

“If you just meet the right people, you don’t even notice it.” And his thoughts drift fondly to Drake, and how he helped him through and with so many things he used to find unthinkable. Nothing felt impossible with him by his side, and it was amazing to think that all it took was the uncanny events of a botched movie for everything to make sense. The sun shone brighter ever since the two walked out of that studio’s wreckage together. “You can learn a lot about yourself. Ya think you got it all figured out and then bam, someone comes along and it makes way more sense than you ever thought it would. And all they gotta do is try to high-kick you in their trailer.”

Dewey blinked.

“...Buuuut hey, you’re just a kid, you don’t gotta worry about this stuff right now.” Launchpad unfolds his legs and stretches them out, standing wobbly on his feet and rolling out a kink in his back from the uncomfortable position he stuck himself in. “What you should worry about is how you’re gonna be able to eat all the ice cream we’re gonna go get today and not get sick in the limo. Again.”

The talk was over then, and Launchpad took Dewey anywhere (reasonable) that he wanted to go for the better half of the day. He appreciated the restrictions and didn’t complain, knowing how much Launchpad’s new life and attitude meant to him and his family. But besides that, who could complain with a belly-busting amount of sundaes and hot fudge? It was the most fun he’d gotten to have in weeks where all the attention was on him. A middle child’s dream day.

It’s on the limo drive back to the mountain, sun setting over the horizon and the stars starting to twinkle in the sky, that Dewey catches one in his eyes and finds himself thinking about what his own future family might be like. He’s tried before, and it all comes up fuzzy and confusing no matter what angle he tackles the scenario from. He chalked it down to his age, no person out there being cool enough to compete with him, any silly excuse under the sky that gets him out of freaking out about it.

Dewey remembers passersby, usually older women with clutch purses and thick coats of perfume, who would stop Uncle Donald in corner stores and parks to oogle over having three perfect identical boys. They’d say things like Oh, how handsome! They’re going to be such a catch with the ladies, teasing them about if they have a girlfriend and everything else you’d expect a small-minded grandmother to say. If the others were as bothered as him, they were good at hiding it, but Dewey couldn’t wrap his head around how the words made his skin crawl. 

Did he have to be with a girl?

And the answer was clearly no. Because here he sat with his best friend forever who was married to another man, adopted a kid with another man; And it still didn’t make anything or his own predicament less confusing. Girls? Guys? It hurt his head, and the pressure of having to just pick one (Girls being forced by the aforementioned elders) made his blood freeze to ice.

“Earth to Dewster?”

Launchpad’s voice breaks his stream of thought, he sinks back into his seat with a sigh.

“Ya got a brain freeze there, buddy? Or is somethin’ on your mind?”

Instead of beating around the bush, Dewey opts for dew-ing what he does best; And that’s getting down to gathering answers and solving mysteries. His voice grows stern, demanding. “How did you know Drake was the one? And you’ve dated girls before too, right? How do you just pick?”

The pilot, taken a bit aback by the sudden interrogation, laughs in surprise. He squints in thought for a moment or two, and then shrugs his shoulders. “I dunno.”

“Ha! So y-- Wait, what?”

“I don’t know.”

“Wh-- But, Launchpad? You’ve dated SO many people and so many things! How did you figure all this out?” He was standing on his seat now to try and be at eye-level with a man who was watching the road, he gestures a hand to try and sit him back down.

“I dunno, dude. I just kinda did. The heart wants what it wants.” Another shrug. It lacks malicious or mocking intent, and was simply to convey that things just sort of fell into Launchpad’s lap. He’d already talked about how Drake understood him, made him a better person. How he got there was an experience that was hard to explain, and the lack of a puzzle-solving answer almost offends the triplet.

He wants to protest, wants to put up a fight and demand an answer, but he’s ultimately defeated from the gross amount of foods the two chowed down on. He sinks back into his seat and crosses his arms, head turning towards the window. “What if the heart doesn’t know what it wants?” Comes out in the smallest of grumbles, but LP doesn’t miss it. In fact, Launchpad checks the rearview mirror to make sure the roads are clear enough for him to slow down. They’re pretty empty leading up to the manor, so he does. 

“Is that what all this is about, Dewster?”

“No. Yes. Kinda? Ugh, probably.” A frustrated sigh, he buries his face in his hands. “You seem to got it all figured out with Drake and Gos. Mom’s got her cool alien girlfriend, Uncle Donald has Daisy. You guys just know where it’s all headed and I don’t even know if I like girls or guys. I’m like, totally expected to like girls too because every old woman I meet asks if I have a girlfriend and I hate it.”

There’s a tinge of familiarity in the taller’s chest, thinking back to being Dewey’s age and struggling to figure himself out. His mother and father were supportive in every way they could be, but it wasn’t as if they really understood. Having a talk like this would’ve meant the world to him, and he decides he’s going to do his best.

He puts the limo into park in the manor’s garage, and turns to face the child.

“Dewey, you really don’t have to have it all figured out yet, you know that right?” The smile on his beak is resonating to his feelings, and he chooses to keep his voice stern and comforting. “Look at how much older all the people you just mentioned are. There’s absolutely no pressure to know who or what you like right now. And hey, if you feel one way, and the day after decide you feel another way? That’s perfectly okay. You have your whole life to figure yourself out, buddy. Don’t let anyone try to plan it for you.”

Tears had started to well in the shorter’s eyes, a shapeless weight in his chest being lifted off of his heart and it beating a little softer. The words were so simple, almost too easy, but they were everything he had been needing to hear. He unbuckles his seatbelt and moves to wrap his arms around Launchpad’s neck in a hug, and he’s barely able to connect them. The pilot pats his back and returns it with a beam.

“And hey, if you ever need someone to talk to about it, I’ll always be right here for ya. Not right here as in the limo? ‘Cause I leave the limo a lot actually, and I don’t live in the garage anymore, but--”

“Yeah no, I know what you mean, dude... Thank you.”

[twilighteve-writes]

Feather One Divided -- Chapter 10: The Lead

Feather one divided, fate’s ties frayed, Fractured and wedged, scattered and gone.

After sharing an unsettling dream of Felldrake, the Three Caballeros decided to join back together with Xandra to form a stronghold in case the sorcerer returned. But Felldrake’s plans proved to be bigger than they expected, and when he struck so close to home, it was all Donald could do to keep his family – and himself – together.

(Also available in AO3)

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Pieces reach to one another.

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Something snapped and disappeared.

Huey dropped wordlessly to the floor, feeling strangely like a ship unmoored. Next to him, Dewey stumbled and caught himself at the wall, took a few quick, shallow breaths, and let out a sound that might have been a scream if it didn’t end up as a whimpered squeak.

“Louie,” they both spoke at the same time.

“What of him?” Violet asked. Her eyes searched theirs.

“We… can’t feel him anymore,” Huey said. His voice sounded like it had come from some faraway place, and his ears felt stuffed with cotton. “It’s like… like us being able to reach him before was us following a thread, and now the thread is snapped and gone.”

Dewey steadied himself and stood more firmly, but Huey could feel rather than see his knees quiver all the same. “Then we have to be faster. Come on.”

Huey took a deep breath. The cotton stuffing his ears dissipated, and he stood up. He still felt wobbly, but he was standing, and that was something. “What are we taking?”

“I’m… not sure yet,” Dewey admitted. “Something that protects, definitely.”

Webby frowned. “I’m not sure there’s one like that, in here. The Other Bin usually has things that are more… volatile.”

Dewey scowled. “Then something that can wreck Felldrake.”

Webby thought it over. “I don’t know if there’s anything like that, either, but Uncle Scrooge keeps quiet about the things he keeps here. We can maybe look around, but…”

“We might accidentally trigger something,” Lena finished. “And it won’t be pretty.”

“You’re the person who knows all about Scrooge’s adventures,” Violet said, looking at Webby. “Any ideas at all? It doesn’t have to be anything particularly shielding, just anything that could possibly be useful at all.”

Webby mulled it over, but Huey was the one who spoke. “The ring,” he said, voice soft enough that he was surprised the others even heard it at all.

Dewey blinked at him. “The Void Ring?” he asked. Huey nodded in clarification.

“Isn’t it the ring that made Uncle Donald and Aunt Della’s magic all… dirty?” Webby asked.

“Yes.”

“Isn’t it kinda scary to grab?” Dewey asked nervously. For a guy who was all for raiding his uncle’s dangerous treasures he sure looked uncomfortable with the prospect of taking one of the more disturbing things in the bin.

“Good. Maybe it’ll poison Felldrake’s magic,” Huey said with a huff.

Lena let out a low whistle. “Didn’t think you have it in you, Red.”

“We might need something to heal with but Uncle Scrooge always has the Orb of Remedies with him,” Dewey mused. “We’ll probably be okay. We’re pretty quick.”

“And if we keep our distance we can avoid getting hurt,” Huey reminded pointedly.

“Sure, sure.” Dewey walked off, leading them deeper into the bin, and Huey sighed.

They eventually found the ring, and Violet took and put it into a leather pouch Webby had prepared to make sure it wouldn’t harm anyone in its vicinity. Lena looked relieved that the trip was pretty much uneventful for once and admitted she and Webby had, once, sneaked into the bin before.

“I’ve seen some stuff,” Lena said with a shrug.

“Like what?” Dewey asked in curiosity.

“Like a vision of Webby being turned into a doll which then got shredded,” Lena answered, completely deadpan. She shrugged again. “It’s okay, that’s not real. It’s from a dreamcatcher that apparently shows you your worst nightmare.”

“I can’t decide if the fact that your worst nightmare if Webby being horrifically maimed is heartwarming or horrifying,” Violet said with a frown, obviously disturbed.

“Let’s go with heartwarming, because I don’t want to think of the implication that me being maimed is even an option to be someone’s worst nightmare at all,” Webby blurted. “We’ve got the ring, let’s get out now.”

“Wait,” Dewey said. He headed off another way. “We got that around the same time as the pin. Maybe…”

Huey blinked. “Dewey… you’re taking the Three Feathers Pin? But it made our magic go wild,” he protested.

“I mean, if the worst thing happens and we have to do something, making our magic go wild and hope Felldrake gets hit by it seems like a good enough plan,” Dewey said.

“It’s really not.”

“What other choice do we have? We’re not strong enough to go against Felldrake.”

Huey closed his eyes and took a deep breath. At length, he finally relented, “…okay. Okay.” He opened his eyes and looked at Dewey. “But we’re still not engaging.”

Dewey balled his fists in apparent anger. “But if – “

“I know you meant that as, like, a last resort sort of stuff, but we’re not engaging, okay? Not if we can help it,” Huey hissed. “I know Mom and Uncle Donald and Uncle Scrooge are getting Louie back, but if – if – “ his words hitched in his throat and he swallowed. “I don’t want to take any risk, okay? I don’t want to lose you. Any of you,” he added, throwing a glance at the girls.

Silence hung, thick like honey, and Huey felt warmth beneath his feathers at the words he had let slip. He didn’t regret speaking them, however. Every word was sincere and true, and they all deserved to know how he felt.

It was broken by Lena, who was arguably the one most unused to open expressions of care and love. Her voice was layered with a wavering front of sarcasm that was as transparent as the wet sheen in her eyes. “Aw, aren’t’cha sweet, Huey? I would sell you for a corn chip, though.”

Huey snorted. “You’re as bad as Louie.”

“Did we figure you the person-to-corn chip conversion? I don’t think you’re worth just one corn chip. You’re worth three just for that confession alone,” Dewey pointed out.

Violet took out a calculator, seemingly out of nowhere. “Well, we can probably figure it out by weight. A corn chip is light, so let’s say it’s about two grams per chip. How much does the average adult weight?”

“Okay, stop, we’re not here to figure out person-to-corn chip conversion! And you’re worth a million corn chips for that confession, okay?” Webby broke in.

“Hey, we don’t know if that’s the correct weight.”

“No offense, Vi, but I don’t really care because it’s not body weight that matters but how precious you are, and you’re all precious to me. Come on, we gotta move.”

“What is this, National Heartfelt Confession Day?” Lena muttered under her breath. The group complied with Webby’s request all the same. They grabbed the pin on their way, having Violet handle it too, and Dewey insisted on making another round to see if there was anything else they could grab. In the end, though, they came out not taking anything else. What they suggested to each other ended up being vetoed on ground of the artefact being too dangerous with a side of downright useless against Felldrake.

When they emerged from the bin, there was a beat when they simply stood silently. “Now what?” Lena voiced their shared thoughts.

Huey turned to Dewey. “Yeah. Now what? It’s your idea; you should know what we’re gonna do next. Right?” He squinted at Dewey.

Dewey put his fingertips at his temples. “Okay, gimme a sec, I’m thinking.”

Huey sighed in exasperation. “Dewey.”

“Give me a break! I didn’t think I’d get this far!” Dewey flailed his arms, settled, and took a deep breath. “Okay! Okay. We can’t try to track the well on our own, none of us have the correct magic. So… so what about we tail Uncle Donald instead?”

Violet tilted her head. “And how do we do that?”

Dewey fell silent, but then there was a gleam in his eyes that Huey didn’t entirely like. He rubbed his hands. “We can do that,” he said, “by blackmailing Launchpad.”

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When they crashed into Launchpad’s garage, he had Fenton over, along with another duck Huey didn’t recognize. Dewey did, however, and he pointed at the man.

“Hey, aren’t you Drake Mallard? The dude who was to be the actor for the cancelled Darkwing Duck movie?” Dewey asked, still pointing. Huey slapped his hand down because really? Dewey should know by now that pointing was rude.

“Um, yes. That’s me.” The man blinked at them, then he turned to Launchpad. “LP, I know you said you were told to babysit some children and we might end up having to help, but I didn’t know you meant five of them.”

“Uh, normally there would be six of them actually – “

“Six?! LP how are you still alive?!”

Fenton broke through the chatter with a quick look at their group and straightening up when he saw Lena and Violet. “Oh, hello! We met before, didn’t we?”

“Yes, but we didn’t introduce ourselves because you were busy with the magic-proof tech,” Violet said. She stepped forward and offered a hand. “My name is Violet. This is Lena.”

“Hi,” Lena said, waving.

“Hi Violet, hi Lena!” Fenton said cheerily, shaking Violet’s hand. “What brings you guys here today? Do you normally just barge into LP’s garage unannounced like this?”

“Um, no,” Huey said, feeling offended at the conclusion Fenton drew.

“Launchpad we need you to help us tail Mom and Uncle Donald and Uncle Scrooge,” Dewey demanded without preamble.

Launchpad, who was drinking, spat out his drink back into the red plastic cup he was holding. “Sorry, what?”

“We want to tail Aunt Della, Uncle Donald, and Uncle Scrooge,” Webby elaborated. “We want to make sure they’re fine, and get Louie, and in case things get bad we can be prepared.”

Launchpad, for all he acted like a birdbrain at times, looked positively horrified at the prospect. “Kids,” he began slowly, “they’ll kill me.”

“It’s okay, we’ll make sure we stay out of sight,” Violet assured.

“It’s not only them, Mrs. B will kill me too and she’s so much better at spotting things when things get weird,” Launchpad said. “I can’t help you with this. They meant it when they said it’s too dangerous.”

“Well, Darkwing Duck always says to get dangerous!” Dewey protested.

“That’s not – “ Launchpad rubbed his face with both hands. “Oh my god, was I wrong to bring them to marathon Darkwing Duck with me…?”

“Hey now, it’s never wrong to bring kids to watch Darkwing Duck. It’s the best show in the world,” Drake protested.

“Okay, let’s not get hasty here,” Fenton, ever the peacemaker, waved his hands in a placating manner. “Why do you want to tail your – um, the adults to begin with? I’m sure they have their things handled.”

“Because the bad guy they face is bad news and he’s gotten Louie and Uncle Donald has failed in getting Louie back,” Dewey said.

“We don’t blame him,” Huey added. “But it’s clear Felldrake’s stronger, and we don’t know if Uncle Donald and José and Panchito can deal with him on their own. And… Gyro said something to us, before.”

Fenton blinked. “He did?”

Huey nodded. “He said… he said that he thought maybe Mom and the uncles won’t like how he said things either, but if the worst case scenario happens, and they… fail… then Dewey and I, and probably Louie too, we’re the only people with magic we know of who even stand any chance to go against Felldrake.”

Fenton blinked again, then something dawned in his eyes. He closed them with a furrow of his brows and he let out a sigh. “Ugh, Gyro… if he’s not my boss I definitely would have whacked him…” he whispered, almost too soft for Huey to hear.

“Don’t blame him. He’s not wrong,” Dewey said glumly. “We don’t know who else have magic, after all.”

Drake tilted his head. “Magic isn’t real,” he said carefully, sounding more like he was asking than stating. In response, Dewey glowed blue-white and let a crackle of electricity dance on his feathers, while Huey lit himself aflame. Drake jolted in surprise in response, and Huey hid his smile by biting the inside of his cheek to keep it from getting wider. Dewey didn’t bother, openly smirking at the reaction.

Drake turned back to Launchpad. “LP, how are you still alive?” he asked again, with more feeling this time.

“Luck,” Launchpad answered glumly. “Kids, I really don’t think it’s my place to do this. It’s really not safe for you.”

“Launchpad, you really should at least consider helping us,” Lena said. “Look at them. Do you think they’ll stop pestering you?”

“I know they won’t, but I can’t just go ahead and help you guys tail your mom and uncles. And Mr. McD is my boss! I can’t just tail him! And they want you to not go with them for a reason!”

Dewey shook his head. “Launchpad, for real. We’re asking you so it’s just a little bit safer. And this way, you can still keep an eye on us.” He glanced at Huey, and Huey understood what he meant instantly.

He sighed and played along. “You can’t stop us. We’re only asking you out of courtesy.”

Fenton let out an uncertain uhhh while Drake stared at them skeptically. Launchpad, who was the only one even remotely familiar of the shenanigans they’d gotten into, immediately stared at them with trepidation. “What do you mean, courtesy?” he asked.

“Well, if you know and you go with us you can still make sure we’ll be okay, right? There’s no one to do that if we go on our own,” Huey said. “I mean, we could have just run off on our own but we didn’t.”

“Whuh – Mr. McD is, like, out of country right now,” Launchpad said. “There’s no way you can tail him on your own.”

“We jumpstarted Uncle Donald’s boat once. We can do it again if it comes down to it,” Dewey said with a shrug. “I can do it again right now, if I want to. It’s not that hard.”

“You did what to your uncle’s boat?” Drake asked, eyes wide.

Huey shrugged at him with more nonchalance than he thought was possible. “We wanted to go to Cape Suzette.”

“You never told me about this,” Lena said. She looked giddy with the prospect of her friends having done something like jumpstarting a boat. “Red, I thought you’d be the type to stop your brothers!”

“I mean, I tried, but there’s no stopping Dewey and Louie was all for it too,” Huey answered easily. “And when you can’t beat them, join them.”

“And there’s nothing stopping us for doing the same thing now,” Dewey added, pointedly looking at Launchpad, who looked like he wanted to cry. It made Huey feel guilty, and it probably made Dewey feel guilty too, but this was something they both wanted to do. Huey inwardly noted to apologize to Launchpad when this was all over.

“But, wait,” Fenton said, hands flailing. “I know you want to have Launchpad with you, but what will you tail your family with? There’s no plane to go after them. And what’s stopping the tech to short circuit? You all know tech and magic don’t mesh.”

Launchpad brightened and shot Fenton an immensely grateful look. “Yeah! That’s a good point!”

“I mean, if we want to tail them safely then we probably would stay far enough away that we won’t show up in their radar,” Webby pointed out.

“And Fenton’s here,” Violet added. “I’m sure you can build us a better radar to track them with. And what’s stopping you from magic proofing our vehicle?”

Fenton opened and closed his mouth wordlessly for a moment. “Wait – wait a second here, don’t rope me into this.”

“You’re the one who helped Launchpad with telling us the shortcomings of our plan. Are you planning to abandon Launchpad now that you’re in this too?” Lena challenged.

“Um,” Fenton squeaked.

Drake tilted his head. “You kids really won’t back down, huh?”

“No way,” Dewey said forcefully.

Drake stared at him for a moment, then looked away. He rubbed his neck. “You know, I… I know someone. Friend of a friend of a friend, sort of. He… has access to a plane.”

Huey straightened at once. “You can help us?”

“DW!” Launchpad whined.

“I mean, you kids are pretty much set on going,” Drake pointed out. “And I was a stubborn kid, too, so I know you guys are serious about going on your own. Plus I also have experience dealing with… super stubborn kids, and just straight out telling you no isn’t the route I can take if I want you kids to stay put – and you guys don’t want to stay put, so that point is moot anyway. If you really have jumpstarted a ship before, there’s no telling if you won’t do it again, and as impressive as that feat is you’re still all kids. It’s really better if someone goes with you so you won’t get hurt or anything.” He glanced at Launchpad. “And really, I think it’s better to go with them than let them go on their own now. If you go with them, you can at least tell your boss you can’t stop them so you decided to keep an eye on them. If you don’t, there’s no damage control. Best care scenario, you get fired.”

Fenton shuddered. “I don’t know if I want to know what the worst case scenario would be,” he said. “And if Launchpad is involved and I know and don’t help, I’ll face the consequences too.”

“I’m glad I’m not working for Scrooge McDuck,” Drake sighed.

“Oh no, there’s no stopping Uncle Donald and Mom from hunting you,” Huey said as casually as he could.

“See? Now I’m roped in, too.” Drake shook his head. “I’ll… contact the guy. But I don’t know if it can withstand magic, or if the radar is good enough.”

Fenton let out a longsuffering sigh. “I can make some modifications.”

Launchpad looked at his two friends and let his face drop to his hands, groaning loudly. “…I’ll pilot the plane,” he said at last.

Something like hope settled in Huey’s chest. Things were finally starting to look up.

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The flight to take the money seed was a lot longer than any of them was comfortable with, no matter how far Della had stretched her skills both as a pilot and as someone proficient with magic. She was at the ends of her limit by the time they landed.

Donald could tell from the feel of her magic.

He wasn’t the only one who did. Uncle Scrooge noticed, too, and he laid his hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay, lass?”

Della jumped – a clear indicator that she wasn’t, but the smile she threw on was decidedly deceptive. “Yeah, never better! I can do this all day.”

Donald frowned. Uncle Scrooge did the same and gave her a stern look. “Della.”

“What? I mean that, I’m fine!” She stood and wobbled back into the seat instantly. “Okay, not as fine as I’d like. But mostly fine.”

“You kept using magic the whole way,” Uncle Scrooge pointed out. “Rest up when you can. We’ll be back quickly.”

“But – “

Donald scowled at her. “Don’t make me tie you into your chair, Dell.” His magic brushed hers to drive home the seriousness of his threat, and she stilled. The brief jolt of surprise, disbelief, and longing clued Donald in to how much she’d missed him, and he wondered how long it had been since he’d let their magic mix and mingle together.

Far too long, it seemed. But his magic was different, changed when he took on the amulet again. He had noticed how the difference in his magic made Della hesitate when she first realized his magic had changed, and he thought it had been kindness to keep his magic out of her reach.

He shelved that for later. He had other things to worry about, right now.

Panchito groaned. “Donald, you’re using my lines to her!”

Donald rolled his eyes. “Hey, if it fits.”

“That can’t do, Donal’. You have to be creative with your threats,” José said.

Donald threw them a withering look. He opened his mouth to retort, but Magica cut him off with a scoff, “Are we going to dawdle here all day or are we going in to take the seed?”

Goldie let out a noncommittal sound. “I mean, I’m content to sit back and watch the drama unfold.”

“We’re facing a time limit,” Magica reminded.

“Which is why we need to get the seed! Let’s go!” Della stood from her seat, only to fall back into it when Uncle Scrooge pushed her down with his cane.

“After what you did last time with Dewey, I’m not ready to let you near the seed yet,” he said. “And you need rest.” He glanced at Goldie and Magica. “Can I trust you two to babysit her?”

“Babysit?!”

Goldie lifted a brow. “You just don’t trust us to go inside, do you?”

“Well, that, too. But I also need someone to keep an eye on this rascal.” Uncle Scrooge poked Della with his cane, prompting an indignant hey from her.

Goldie smiled. “Fair enough. Shame, I was hoping I could have spent some more time with dear José on the way, but I suppose that can wait until later.” At the curious hum José let out, she shrugged. “Our magic does have some similarities.”

José’s eyes lit up. Panchito and Donald shared a look, decided then and there that Goldie and José teaming up would be a bad thing for absolutely everyone else, with Goldie being able to charm absolutely everyone into trusting her and José being able to coax absolutely everyone into doing what he wanted, and dragged him out of the plane, into the cold. Xandra followed them silently – she had been silent for a while, eyes scanning the horizon with an alertness that Donald hadn’t seen in a while – and nudged them to walk faster.

Uncle Scrooge led them, and in the end the walk to take the money seed was as uneventful as uneventful could be. They were back to the plane soon, and while Della was all reared up to fly again, Uncle Scrooge managed to coax her into resting some more.

“What now, though? We can’t just sit still and do nothing here,” Della protested.

“We’re not sitting still and doing nothing,” Xandra said, speaking up for the first time. “We’re giving Donald a chance to figure out how to track the well and the logistics of dealing with the magic.”

Donald blinked at her. “Will it be draining?”

“Very,” Xandra said. She bit her lip in thought for a moment. “Try drawing out power from the amulet, and maybe extra energy from José and Panchito.” She glanced at the two inquiringly.

Panchito nodded readily. “Of course! Take as much as you need.”

“Anything to minimize the risk,” José added.

Donald took a deep breath and stared at the three golden seeds in his palm. He didn’t really want to draw power from José and Panchito, didn’t want to treat them as magical batteries, but if it came down to it he’d probably do it unconsciously. The amulets were connected to one another, and it was ridiculously easy to follow that connection to the person wearing them.

“Okay,” he breathed. He looked up at Xandra. “How do I do this?”

Xandra sat cross-legged in front of him and prompted him to do the same. Once seated, she took his hand and pushed his fingers to grip the seeds in his hold. He let her.

“Close your eyes,” she said, “and breathe deeply.”

Donald complied.

“The magic in the seeds is faint, but I know you can sense it,” Xandra guided. “Can you feel it?” At Donald’s nod, she squeezed his hand. “Okay, now dive into it. Let its magic mix with yours. It will be counterintuitive because it’s not water magic, but it’s possible to do.”

Donald took a deep breath. He could feel the seeds’ magic, just as Xandra had pointed out. Something about it reminded him of Louie; of something glimmering and precious, but it was different. Louie’s magic was a quiet thing that breathed, but the seeds’ lay dormant, and Donald wasn’t sure if it could grow stronger if stroked awake. He tried anyway, nudging and poking it with his own magic, and it was like trying to mix water with oil. Until, slowly, the seeds’ magic began responding to his better and agreed to mix and be molded.

Immediately, he could feel himself being drained. He frowned, grunting, almost instinctually reaching deep into himself and grasping at the tethers of José and Panchito’s bonds and drawing from them.

Something shifted and pushed at him, wriggling in his head and making way to put itself in. It slotted into place, something screamed to be found, and Donald opened his eyes with a gasp.

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Della didn’t like how Donald looked right now.

She knew he was trying to get Louie back. Her baby. His, too, probably even more so than hers. But it didn’t change the fact that Donald looked different, felt different, and she didn’t like that.

The moment Donald wore his amulet, his magic had changed. It felt like the sea, but it was also more; it was also rain and rivers and lakes, but it was still also the sea, it was still Donald. The moment he reached into the seeds’ magic, the body of water that was Donald’s magic changed its face yet again and Della couldn’t recognize it.

And the change of magic was accompanied by a physical one, and something in her squirmed until she tasted bile in her throat. His magic, normally enveloping him in wave-like deep sea blue light speckled with white seafoam, had adopted a pale aquamarine with glittery golden sheen that shone through him and spread gold all over the interior of the plane. By him, José and Panchito exuded a similar golden sheen; dimmer but there all the same, most likely a byproduct of the way their magic were intertwined with one another’s through their amulet.

The initial change of his magic and the way he kept his distance after had been alienating enough. The fact that Della was watching it change once again into something she could barely recognize made a part of her want to weep.

Donald gasped and opened his eyes. His dark eyes had changed light, the lightest aquamarine, a glittery gold sheen covering the irises and spreading to the sclera until the white was nearly covered with all-encompassing gold. His magic, now barely even feeling like water anymore, pulsed. “The well,” he breathed softly.

Xandra leaned forward, hands hovering uncertainly around Donald. “Do you know where it is?”

Donald blinked. His gaze was almost blank, and his voice was lilting and untethered. When he spoke, his answer was almost as chilling as the nearly unrecognizable, eerily clear voice he used.

“Home.”

[terror-that-flaps-in-the-evening]

A Father’s Wrath

Drake glanced down at his watch for probably the fiftieth time since he had been directed to sit down in the too-small chair outside the principal’s office. How dare she call him here on such short notice, claiming that Gosalyn had been ‘causing problems,’ and then make him wait. It was already fifteen minutes after he’d arrived, and well, although he didn’t really have anywhere he needed to be until that evening, it was the principle of the matter.

It was while Drake was still chuckling to himself about his mental pun that she finally opened the door to her office and said, “Mr. Mallard-McQuack, please, come on in.”

Drake shuddered at her sickly sweet voice - it dragged him back to the days when he himself was constantly trapped within the confines of the cinderblock walls of an elementary school. He felt his skin itching, desperately wanting to exit this prison of flashbacks and memories.

“Uhhh,” he looked up at the principal, a formidable heron whose stature rose high above Drake’s own. She was well built - Drake couldn’t help but note that she would have little trouble overpowering Drake Mallard-McQuack. Darkwing Duck would have a few tricks up his sleeve that would leave him on top of the fight, however. Drake steeled himself, willing the words to not just pop out of his mouth. Asking Gosalyn’s principal who she thought would win in a fight was not exactly the way to make a good impression.

“Words are a commodity that we’ve worked very hard to perfect, Mr. Mallard-McQuack. Why don’t we try using some of them?” She smiled down at him with a glint in her eye that Drake felt suggested that she was winning this battle.

“My apologies,” Drake grumbled, staring down at his feet as he walked into the office. He knew that he was only there because of one of Gosalyn’s stunts, but he felt as if he were personally being called up to the principal’s office all over again - out the window went his bravado in the face of someone he couldn’t win a verbal fight against.

“Very well.” Her words were curt, proper, and targeted. She sat down at her desk, straightened out her name plaque, and crossed her arms in front of her, leaning forward to direct her piercing gaze directly at Drake.

“What seems to be the problem, uhhh, Mrs. Strongbill,” Drake asked, glancing down at her nametag afterwards, and hoping with every fiber of his being that he hadn’t said her name wrong. He was in luck, for once, as he did indeed get it right. Hera Strongbill - a formidable name for a formidable foe.

“Well,if both you and your husband could show up for parent-teacher conferences, you’d be in the loop. However, since you neglected to show up last time, and I do believe your husband’s excuse for you was, ‘He is definitely not in the sewers or anything,’ whatever that may mean, I must explain all over again. Your daughter is a bit of a… problem-child.”

“She is not a problem child!” Drake lost all inhibition, standing up from the chair he had been slinking in to slam a finger on the desk as he spoke, “That child has been through more than you ever will, and she deals with things in her own way. Now, I know for a fact that sometimes she gets… carried away, but that doesn’t mean she’s anything less than a genius. Have you seen her grades recently?” His eyes widened. What was he doing? Oh goodness what was he doing? He couldn’t yell at the woman who was in charge of his daughter’s fate…

He looked down at Mrs. Strongbill, who had lit a fire in her eyes as she barked, “Have a seat, Mr. Mallard-McQuack!” Before Drake even had the time to react, he felt his bottom making contact with the seat behind him. “Now, as I was saying before your explosion, your daughter, albeit one of the smarter kids in this school, is a problem-child.” Drake grit his teeth, staying seated despite the fact that literally every inch of his body was crawling to defend his family. “She got caught today sneaking a rat into one of the boys in her class’s backpack. Explain to me, in civil words may I add, how that is not a problematic action.”

“Well, uhh,” Drake stared down at his lap, tugging on his pink and purple plaid shirt, “She’s not one to sit by and take flak without giving at least some retaliation. Have you, uhh, looked into what spurred her actions?” Drake really did try his hardest to sound sophisticated. It just wasn’t in his nature. Sure, he was cool and collected as Darkwing. He was a loving family man who had quite literally the most perfect family in the world as Drake. He was quite the suave fellow either way. None of that helped him in this scenario, however. Puns wouldn’t get him out of this, and the only instance in which he could even hope to be a wordsmith was when he was cracking jokes.

“We are not of the mindset to blame the victims in this school, Mr. Mallard-McQuack,” Mrs. Strongbill said, staring down the length of her beak to give Drake a look that made him once again feel like this was his own personal trip to the principal’s office.

“If you’re trying to not blame the victim,” Drake started, grasping the armrests of his chair as hard as he could to keep himself firmly seated in his chair, “Then what are you doing blaming my daughter?”

“Your daughter, Mr. Mallard-McQuack, is not the victim in this scenario. She is the one who brought an animal into my school, with the intent to use said animal to harm another student. No matter what he has done to ‘incite’ this wrath of your daughter’s, she is the one who has committed an infraction, not him.” Drake was just about ready to get back up and start yelling at this lady again. Who did she think she was, with her fancy prose and holier-than-thou attitude. Yes, Gosalyn had done something outside the confines of the rules, but Drake was very certain that the boy in question deserved it. They’d had their talks on when it was okay to retaliate and when she should just ignore what was happening, and he knew that some form of bullying had gone on to spur this reaction.

“She has spirit,” Drake said through gritted teeth. “She has a spirit that cannot be beaten down by the bullying that you and her teachers turn the other cheek to.” Drake stopped himself, and it was a hard stop. He was ready to lash out again, to tell her that his daughter deserved more than what she was getting at this school, and he had half a mind to move her to a school where they’d actually take care of her. A school where he wouldn’t have to stress every time he dropped her off that she’d come home with a detention slip, a black-eye, and the news that the one who started the fight got off scott-free. But no, instead, Drake slumped back into his seat and said, “My daughter is not a problem-child, Mrs. Strongbill.” His words were sharp, but he left them simply at that.

“Despite what you may think, Mr. Mallard-McQuack, your opinions of your child do not dictate what is fact. Need I remind you of the times she has gotten in actual fights? Or the time that she walked out of class with another student? What about the time that she ripped another student’s assignment to shreds? I could go on, but I’m sure I’ve said quite enough.” That was it. Drake wasn’t just going to sit there while she threw all this slander on his daughter’s name. He’d tried Launchpad’s tactic of being nice to the ‘scary principal lady’ so that she’d go easy on him, but he wasn’t going to sit by for one more second of her insulting his little pumpkin.

“She has gotten in fights in which the other children have hit her first. When Launchpad and I confronted you and your god-awful administration about it, you said there was nothing you can do. She took Honker out of class with her because the other kids wouldn’t leave the two of them alone, and the teacher did absolutely nothing about it. She ripped up an assignment because that child, a real problem-child mind you, had forcefully copied it from her friend. My daughter might not go about things in the conventional sense, but everything she does is to protect herself and those around her.” Drake hadn’t realized that he’d stood up again until he realized that he had been pounding his fist on the meticulously organized desk of the principal. He was beyond the point of caring, however.

“Mr. Mallard-McQua---”

“Where is my daughter? Her and I are leaving, and there will be no arguments from you.” Drake stormed towards the door, not even trying to hide his pure, unadulterated rage at this point. After so many times the school had failed his little girl, they were trying to turn everything around on her and on his and LP’s parenting.

“Very well, Mr. Mallard-McQuack, but she is not coming back to this school until next week. The lady at the desk will be able to give you the paperwork for her suspension, which I do hope you understand.” Her voice was grating on Drake’s nerves. He slammed the door to her office open, ready to just storm out without another word.

Of course, classic Drake, he couldn’t just walk away without confronting her further. “I hope you understand that I’m taking her to go get ice cream when we leave, and she’ll learn so much more hanging out at the mansion for a week than she ever will here!” Drake smiled a little, proud that the words that had escaped his mouth were not his initial thought of, ‘I hope you understand that you’re stupid.’

Drake stormed up to the desk, paused for a second to collect himself, reminding himself that this nice duck at the desk was not the one that he was furious with, and he said, “I’m here to pick up Gosalyn Mallard-McQuack. And I’m here to pick up her suspension papers.”

The duck gave a solemn nod, no doubt having heard most of the discourse from the office, and she said, “I hope you two enjoy your ice cream day. She’s already sitting right outside the office.” She handed Drake the papers, which he promptly folded up and shoved in his shirt pocket.

He walked out of the office doors with a triumphant, “C’mon muffin, it’s ice cream time!”

“I’m not in trouble?” She asked, looking up at him with a hesitant smile on her face.

“Of course you’re not. Little girls who are in trouble don’t get ice cream, now do they?” His smile was wider than it’d ever been as he scooped her up in his arms, despite her protests that she was old enough to walk.

“Darn,” she said, once her giggling protests had stopped, “And I had all this time to brainstorm excuses that I don’t even get to use.”

“How many times do I have to tell you, Gos, you don’t need silly excuses with me and LP. If you’re in the right, we’ll defend you. If you’re in the wrong, your excuses will never work.” Drake smiled down at the little angel that was in his arms, his heart just about ready to explode from the love he held for her. “Now let me call your dad and see if we can’t get him to meet us for some celebration ice cream.”

[trans-darkwing]

who I am when you’re with me

Darkwing Duck (’91) fanfic / Drake POV / One-shot / Drakepad / 2000~ words

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The difference between Drake Mallard and Darkwing Duck, is a cape, a mask, and a very snazzy hat. And the rest, when it comes down to it, is mostly semantics.

Most nights, he's flocked by the two people he cares for the most, no matter who he's supposed to be.

Tonight, though, it's only Launchpad out on patrol with him. Gosalyn had, for once, stayed at home. A good thing too, because tonight, had been a close call. Having almost lost Launchpad, which of course had happened before. It was sort of a regular occurrence in their line of work— occupational hazard. They always had close calls, but something about this felt different than the usual sort of panic. 

It had all happened in the span of a few seconds. Negaduck had whirled on Launchpad instead of Drake and the knife had been brandished far too close to his throat. 

The adrenaline that had taken him over, as he did anything and everything in order to save him, still had not quite worn off. It had taken Drake off guard— not because he rushed to save his partner, he would always do that— but Darkwing should have been the one in danger there. Negaduck had been focused on him mere moments before. Drake should have been the one who scraped too close to death. Instead, that would-be grief had been completely unexpected, no preamble, no warnings, and no time to waste. In those few seconds, he could have failed, and he'd never get a chance to say anything to Launchpad again. Not even a goodbye.

So apparently, it's time for a revelation. It's time for a change.

They stand on the roof with the sound of sirens wailing distantly below. They’d already climbed up the fire escape back to where they left the Thunderquack. They're going home, but Drake stills Launchpad with a hand on his elbow. There's something he needs to do first.

Launchpad turns and he’s smiling, as if everything is right in the world, as if he hadn't almost died. But that is their normal, he supposes.

"Launchpad," Drake starts and he means to go on without pause but he can't seem to get his throat to obey him.

"Yeah, DW?" Launchpad prompts gently, drawling his nickname in that painfully familiar way. What if Drake had never heard his voice again?

"You know... you know that I couldn't do this without you," Darkwing says like it's painful to admit. And, as much as that pains him to admit, it is. 

Drake knows he has an ego problem, even if he might prefer to claim he doesn't. Though, his head is not so big that he can't understand Launchpad's value. And this is not a sentiment Drake Mallard hasn't said to him before, though, maybe not in so many words. It's always pleasant smiles as Launchpad puts the china on the top shelf that Drake strains to reach. It's content hums when LP secures fresh mug of coffee in his hands each morning. It's chirped thank-you's as he opens the trunk of his station wagon when they load in the groceries.

But Darkwing Duck was always meant to be self reliant. He was always supposed to be capable on his own. He was always meant to be enough.

Darkwing Duck used to mean he wasn't a failure. That it was only Drake Mallard who fell short in every possible way. But somewhere along the line, they stopped being two separate entities. At some point the line blurred so much there wasn't one anymore. His two lives became so entangled, he was one person again. One mixture of failure and success, being a loser and a hero. 

The threads of who he was became so entwined that, when it came down to the wire, the distinction truly didn't matter anymore. 

Both parts of him are whole, Drake Mallard is enough, just the same as Darkwing Duck can fall short. And it's so scary to admit that, because in the past Darkwing Duck was the only reason he was worth anything at all. It is different now though, isn't it?

And he knows when it started. That's so easy. It started with a little girl who needed his help as much as he needed hers. Both as Darkwing Duck and as Drake Mallard. Because when Gosalyn was in his life, being Drake Mallard started to mean something as much as being Darkwing Duck did. Maybe even more, because he had given up crime-fighting for her once, and that hadn’t been what they needed. But-- if she did need him to, he would do it again in a heartbeat.

And Launchpad, had been there from the start, he had been the one to drive Drake to the orphanage, the one to pick out a house with them.

When Drake Mallard says, “I couldn't do this without you,” he means it down to his very last cell.

Darkwing Duck, though, relies on the man just as much. The thought still terrifies him, but it's true. They go out on patrol together each night. Launchpad is always at his side. He's always the one to pick him back up and put him back together. 

So it doesn't matter if he's Drake Mallard, or if he's Darkwing Duck, Launchpad will be at his side when he needs him. Even more than that, Drake realizes, he desperately wants him there. Drake and Darkwing have become the same person, and his family is as wholly a part of each side of himself as he is made whole with them as a part of his life.

Launchpad's eyes are shining now, as he looks down at Drake with some unidentifiable emotion on his face. The corners of his mouth are still pulled up in an echo of that smile. As if it's instinct at this point. Still, he doesn't really look happy, something closer to awe. That kind of reverence should probably make Drake uncomfortable but mostly it just makes the butterflies fluttering in his stomach kick into high gear. So he says it again, just for good measure and maybe so he can bask in that expression for a moment longer.

"I couldn't do this without you... Partner." And it's easier to voice this time, easier to face the reality. He needs Launchpad.

"Th-thanks, DW."

Then, because Drake seems to be riding high, from adrenaline, or courage, or unrestrained affection. Maybe even all three. He takes another leap that neither Drake Mallard nor Darkwing Duck could have done on their own. He grabs hold of LP's scarf and hauls him down so his face is on level with Drake's own. He's done it a hundred times before, to whisper harsh words or to hiss important parts of a plan. Now though, he's not doing any of that.

"May I?" He mutters, voice rough with feeling. They're close enough that his breath ghosts Launchpad's beak. His meaning is obvious, but maybe it's abstract enough of a question that LP can play it off if he doesn't feel the same way. He doesn't want to ruin this, everything that they have, the equilibrium they've built together. As partners. 

Yet, he's gotten tired of pretending there's not something else beneath the surface. And tonight has pushed him over the edge. Still, as Launchpad simply stares at him wide-eyed for the longest of moments, anxiety and fear begin to creep up Drake's neck. 

He wants to drop it right then and there, pretend it never happened. Before he can suggest just that however, Launchpad is collapsing onto him and he has to react quickly to catch him. He shifts his arms to brace under Launchpad's own, wrapping around his torso and holding him up as they've done for each other too many times to count.

"Are you ok!?" He demands, voice pitching with panic. It seems almost dying had taken a greater toll on him than he thought.

"S-sorry, DW," he laughs nervously just beside Drake's head, "shaky knees," he supplies.

Drake better secures his hold LP, as big arms come to wrap around him in return, as if they were always meant to be there. He sighs into the embrace, pressing his bill into Launchpad's shoulder and silently wondering where they stand. For another drawn-out beat they just hold each other on the rooftop and Drake thinks if he gets nothing else, this is enough.

Slowly though, Launchpad eases his weight off of him, leaning back on his feet to look down at Drake.

"You wanted to kiss me?" He asks, disbelief evident in his voice.

"No! I— I mean, yes," he sputters self-consciously, moving to pull away. "But we can just pretend that little slip-up never—"

Launchpad cuts off his rambling, with one simple, "no," stopping Drake before he can finish extracting himself from their hug. They stay awkwardly half-holding onto each other. "I mean... just, what about Gos?"

The subject change comes out of left field for Drake. He gapes at him, bewildered, "What about Gosalyn?"

LP lifts one shoulder in a shrug, still with that smile plastered on his face even as his brow furrows anxiously, "You're her Dad, I'm her..." he struggles for a word, giving up after a moment. "Will it be weird for her...?"

Drake can't help but snort, "no," he says incredulously, "she practically thinks of you as a second dad already!"

"Oh," Launchpad says, all soft and overly fond in a way that makes Drake’s heart feel as though it’s melting right out of his ribs. Still, it seems his hesitance hasn’t been put to a stop yet, he asks weakly, “and that's ok?"

"Of course that's ok!" Drake shrieks and cannot for the life of him imagine what reason they would need to have this conversation now, or ever. In what universe wouldn't that be ok? But he doesn't say that. Instead, he grips Launchpad's shoulders with hands steadier than he feels and asks, "just— do you want to kiss me?"

It barely takes Launchpad a second to respond before he's gotten an emphatic, "yes," out into the cool night air.

"Good," is all Drake says, a smile pulling at his own mouth now for the first time since he'd watched LP placed in peril. And without another word, he puts a hand to his cheek and guides him down closer, before pushing himself up and closing the distance between them.

At first, it's stiff and uncertain, like neither of them is really sure that they're actually doing this. But soon enough, Launchpad is melting into his touch and Drake feels much the same. They kiss slowly and fit together perfectly as if this is just another thing they've done in sync with one another countless times before. As if it's just one more page of their history. That they're partners in this as much as every other aspect of their lives.

When they pull back, they can only stare at each other, Launchpad looks stunned. Drake feels light and airy like he could just float up and away if it weren't for the strong arms keeping him in place, like always. His breathing is heavy and it's akin to the rush he gets chasing criminals side by side with this man. At the same time, this feeling is worlds apart from that.

"We should've started doing this a long time ago," he says, a little breathless.

"I was thinking the exact same thing," Launchpad agrees with that signature smile lighting his features once more.

"Well," Drake huffs, "you know what they say, great minds and all that," he finishes speaking in a rush before diving back in to kiss Launchpad again, not keen on wasting anymore time. This time he's grinning against his mouth, and that does make it harder to kiss him. But of course, it's completely worth it.

[soul-heart-and-beyond]

Negaduck Headcanons! (Pt.1)

This is probably the most ambitious that I will get with exploring a character like this. Not only because I really like Negaduck (More than I talk about him. I generally do this with a lot of characters because you guys got your thing, and I don’t want to damage that character for you because of my portrayal or showing you all with my love for them. Yeah, I hold my feelings back, but I have good reason for that.), but because with all of the weird fluidity his story and character has backing it up. 

This isn’t going to be like the definitive version of him, I’m not sure if there will ever be one, but this is just how I see him and want to explore some of the less thought about concepts with him. There’s been stuff about him doing things because of NegaGosalyn or NegaMorgana, but this one’s going to be different. Consider this just a rework to make him more... realistic? (Sounds like a terrible idea since he doesn’t seem to work well with that, but just give me a moment.) At this point, I just want to share or project some things that could work once given good thought and consistency to his background.

I might have to split this into parts like the others since this one’s gonna be preeety long.

The best place to start off is with the concept of the Negaverse in general, which is supposedly everything nearly turned upside down compared to the common universe (I guess Primeverse but it’s hard to say honestly?) we see, the Disney Afternoon universe. Given that, heroes are villains, villains are heroes, ordinary people are grunts or the street trash would actually be good people, or dead, that too. It’s a place where evil or bad prevails over good, and while the good does stay strong, so does the evil that maintains the universe. Maybe it’s a boring concept, but to me at least (Though that doesn’t instantly make it good because I like it.), it allows for more interesting debates on morality, what doing the right thing is, and how should consequences work. It’s a glimpse into a world dominated by bad and the good thing there is to be bad, do bad, instead of being good and to do good like it is over in the regular DA (Disney Afternoon) universe. I wanted to touch upon this with Nega Fenton and eventually other counterparts of the muses I have, but since this whole guy is that concept personified, might as well do it with the one that started the whole mess.

Granted, Negaduck’s first appearance in the show is Just Us Justice Ducks, it kind of just skimmed over who he was an just got to the point of him being a villain, something that can really confuse others as most villains usually have an origin story to them or are already pre-established in the world before the hero does. It does give some mystery as to who he was, but since his origin of becoming Negaduck, of even finding the cake that had a dimensional rift inside of it and allowing for him to traverse from dimension to dimension. However, since there never was an episode to explore that and the comics were close to getting to his origin, it seems like he does have some potential to explore several avenues depending on circumstances. 

It could be like a situation where he lost NegaGosalyn (And while that seems more likely for Darkwarrior Duck to happen and we see she’s alive in Life, The Negaverse, and Everything, you can chalk it up to this being the mallard that was in the Negaverse, not the common verse, he could turn this way, so that’s an option.), or where he loses NegaMorgana like it was going to be seen before the comic got cut (Similar circumstance to NegaGosalyn, but it also wouldn’t feel right given that he doesn’t seem to have an attachment to common universe’s Morgana, while Darkwing felt empathy to NegaGosalyn. Sure, you can say that when Negaduck was trying to get Gosalyn to be his little partner during the latest comic run of Darkwing Duck, the Jailbreak one [Orange is the New Purple?], but that could have been some remnant of Paddywhack, you know, that interdimensional demon that did show interest in her in the show?) 

Anyway, it just doesn’t seem likely for him to lash out at everyone when NegaMorgana dies or disappears, and the same for Gosalyn since in the show he knows she’s alive, and just doesn’t seem to bother with her much anymore. She’s like a gem that’s lost it’s luster, a used up toy, something that he barely comes back to anymore. And if it’s because he lost her due to a custody battle, it wouldn’t make sense since the Friendly Four explain it upfront that he is Gosalyn’s carefaker, her parental figure, her father. Not only that, but he had to have been doing this this for a while since Darkwing Duck was Darkwing for some time before he met Gosalyn. Of course, he was a minor vigilante, but after meeting Gosalyn, Launchpad, Taurus Bulba and his henchmen, he did get more recognition from there on. Given the idea of somewhat polar opposite universes, it would mean that Negaduck was Negaduck before meeting NegaLaunchpad and NegaGosalyn and ultimately his first encounter with NegaTaurus Bulba.

Another point to address is Negaduck’s real name. You can think of his name as just Negaduck or Jim Starling, Jim Sterling, but for me and this rp blog, the OG Negaduck is Drake Mallard. For everyone else in the Negaverse to go by the same name and respond to that name like their common universe counterpart, and for Negaduck to be the exception? Doesn’t really make sense, and given how he is an evil Darkwing Duck, it only makes sense for him to be Drake Mallard. There have been other series and franchises to do this sort of thing where the character would actually be different like Owlman to Batman from DC Comics. Owlman from Earth 3 isn’t Bruce Wayne, and some characters like Superwoman of Earth 3 is actually Lois Lane. It works there but that’s because it fits that franchise. To fit Disney’s, Negaduck would most likely be Drake Mallard. 

Given that, it is safe to say that his life obviously is not like Darkwing Duck Drake’s as his whole universe is built around the concept of being bad is actually good. So his experiences with his childhood of him being bullied, clowned on, getting wrecked in high school for the first half of it were out of him just being overall bad at being bad. He did some nice things here and there, got punished or bullied for it, and still somewhat had want to do it again. Though over time, and especially around his junior year of high school, the general consensus or the norm of being bad finally clicked. He’d done it before several times, yes. It was what he was being taught at school, besides other useful things that would be needed later on in life. Pretty much, he snapped after being ridiculed for his soft personality, and out of defiance, was willing to kill everyone there. He didn’t get to take out everyone, but he did for the first time fully embrace how good it was to be terrible, to kill, the satisfaction of getting what he wanted or most of it. That day, he was forever changed, and ready to create some mass carnage and despair for his own personal enjoyment.

Knowing that his little prototype outfit for the event where he was ridiculed from wasn’t exactly going to make him look menacing, he sketched up some drafts as to what he would really want for himself to be seen as. Some had overly large fedoras, others had torn clothing, and some had on so much black, belts, and zippers that it just seemed too silly. Eventually, he would come out with his well known attire, and also acquired some orange-scarlet contact lenses to complete his change from Drake Mallard, the one cerulean-eyed wimp that couldn’t do much and was seen as a nobody by society. Instead, he was going to be remembered, he was going to feared, and he was going to be the one thing people worry about most. After all, being remembered was the only thing of value in life, and those that were remembered were the nasty, vile, ruthless, terrible, and just plain malevolent people. They were great because they brought forth a force of fear and anxiety with them, and he was going to be the next one.

After that, Negaduck would out in the streets of St. Canard, terrorizing the people, stealing money and valuables away from banks, stores, and factories, all of the while trying not to get on the radar of some of the superheroes that would clearly want to stop a low level villain like him. After all, he had no powers, was considered barely above a common grunt, but that was to give them a false sense of security. Whenever he wasn’t constantly planning his heists, having “fun” with the civilians, or just doing evil, despicable stuff just for the fun of it, the thrill it gave him, he was furthering him study of different martial arts, techniques, and overall strategies. Sure, the opponents he managed to rack in against their own free will weren’t nothing much but living body bags for him to test out his moves on and not much else, but whatever he could memorize, the real test would come when he was out in the field. With that, he gained some more firepower and artillery so he could slowly increase his status to the well known criminal overworld. 

It wasn’t too long that his face became somewhat well know around St. Canard, and by this point, he was bathing in that recognition, that glory, of being noticed as a menace to society. Of course, he’d have to scram whenever some of the hero chumps like Megawatt (Mega Megavolt) and Harlequin ( Nega Quackerjack), but he was doing better, getting better at being such a blight on the planet. Though his feats before meeting a certain girl and guy on a fated day were small, they were elevated to new heights afterwards. On another casual routine of giving the police a hard time, he saw some goons trying to take some sweet looking young duckling. She just looked so perfect in the sense of the ways on how he could ruin her day, make her cry, the works, and with that in mind, he went and fetched her from those men, but not before dusting off his knuckles on them. Yet he could feel something unusual about this girl as she seemed to appreciate him “saving” her from the strangers. Whatever they planned to do with her wasn’t going ot be nearly as bad as what he had, but she seemed to be somewhat thrilled at how cool and badass he was taking those guys out. It was... kind of charming to see someone actually compliment him out of genuine interest instead of fear.

While driving the young girl back to his home on his customized motorcycle, he wondered if he should indulge himself by keeping this little one around, to show them the ropes, and eventually see them become about as bad as he was? No one was going to be worse than him, but he was fine with them being second place onward. He was only worthy of number one. But as he continued to think about it, it started to seem like he was getting soft. Some of those small traces of Drake Mallard were trying to crawl their way out of what he was, and he couldn’t let that happen. He was no longer that person and definitely didn’t want to be associated with that name. It was by now the girl had asked him his name, and he responded with only, “Negaduck.”. After all, she didn’t need to know much else about him, and certainly nothing of his past life. Once arriving at his home, he let her off of his vehicle and they entered the house and took a break from all of the action that waited outside. Negaduck then decided to ask this girl for her name in return, and learning that it was Gosalyn, he kept that in mind so he could call her by that name. 

For a while they talked about different subjects, like what the other was going to do, and for Negaduck his case was simple, just continue destroying and tearing stuff up, while Gosalyn, she seemed to not really have a set goal in life or after their meeting. This came as a good opportunity for him to propose making her his protege so she could actually get on by in the world, though she’d probably have to ditch the cutesy looking garments she had on. He was astounded to see how quickly she accepted, though it seemed to have been influenced by her not having any parents or adult figures to take care of her. It did tick him off with the potential idea that she might be just putting up with what she could get at the moment, but given how her innocence seemed, it could be that she was just relieved to have someone to take care of her. He’d file in some adoption papers in the morning, but he’d have to know what orphanage she was from. With some more talk to continue on that note, he got the answer he was looking for, and a little more, some information about someone trying to take her, but for what reason? She thought the guys that he knocked out earlier had something to do with this person, and it seemed like a time slot just opened up on his schedule to go ruin this person’s day, or perhaps their life. 

Now that he had some time to relax and get a better understanding of what happened to Gosalyn, Negaduck took her along with him since she would know who he was talking about. Zooming through the streets and past the other vehicles that were in the way, the villain was still assessing himself. Why was he doing all of this besides pleasure? It’s not like the guy Gosalyn knew was going to get him any more famous, but he was wrong, as there were some of the same guys he let live and more on motorcycles with guns, ready to fire and probably willing to kill too. Now this was some action he’d been waiting for, the cops wouldn’t give him this type of attention. Drifting a bit and holding his fedora with one hand to make sure it wouldn’t blow off of his head, Drake grinned out of excitement as he continued to drive, but now he could get some better information out of these goons. Pulling off some close quarters saves and near fatal stunts, the two were able to make it out of the chase with one or two fellas still in pursuit. That was good. It meant his competition would be rough.

(End of Part 1!)

[adamarinayu]

Now that we're on this hiatus, do you mind telling us what you thought of each episode?

Okay, I know I’m super late to answer this but here I am! I’m not gonna go too in depth on them, but I do want to talk about them.

Treasure of the Found Lamp!

This one was amusing, and I absolutely love what they did with Djinn. I’m so so so glad they changed his name, too, as “Dijon” always bothered me, even as a kid. Also, the story of the lamp was very heartwarming! And seeing Selene again was fun, especially as she had to run around and we find out she’s a terrible liar lol (so she definitely had nothing to do with Della’s disappearance, I think we can all finally put that theory to rest).

The wild goose chase aspect was funny, coming from both sides, and I still think the actress on Ma Beagle’s TV looked vaguely like a character from PKNA so. But Djinn did not pull punches and them Beagles at least got hurt XD

Also. It kinda has a “the greatest treasure is family” vibe to it.

The Outlaw Scrooge McDuck!

As someone who loves Scrooge and loves Goldie, but is indifferent to Scroldie… I still loved this episode. It was great! It was also absolutely hilarious. And Gyro’s time traveling was amazing. Especially Scrooge’s sudden moment of realization when Gyro returned lol.

Louie’s gonna befriend Goldie! That makes me excited. I bet they’re gonna teach each other things that we haven’t even thought of (ie Louie values his family, while Goldie doesn’t even have a family. Maybe Goldie will officially join the Duck-McDuck family not through her strange but obviously antagonistically-romantic relationship with Scrooge, but through her friendship with and tutelage of Louie? Maybe he’s the one who shows her the importance of family and offers her a place in their family… it doesn’t mean giving up adventure, it just means always having somewhere she can call home, and people she can trust and rely on!).

I’m iffy about Jeeves’ redesign, and also his somewhat betrayal of Rockerduck, but I’ve never been like a hardcore fan of the two of them so it was easy for me to move on. I am curious, though, just how they’re gonna come back… guess Gyro’s not quite done with time travel shenanigans.

The only real gripe I have is Sheriff Marshal Cabrera. DON’T GET ME WRONG, I absolutely loved him. He’s a beautiful babby boy. But at the same time, he’s literally just. Fenton. I know he’s like. Fenton’s great grandfather (or maybe uncle, idk) or something. There should absolutely be similarities yes, but it felt like someone had taken the characters and placed them in an old west setting. That being said, I do love him, I just wish he’d been slightly more his own character. Like, maybe a little more like a mix of M’Ma and Fenton! Idk.

The 87 Cent Solution!

…….. You really want to know?

Okay, the episode was good. It was funny, and I enjoyed seeing Glomgold’s timestop shenanigans.

But the funeral scene? That wasn’t cool. I saw the “not really dead” twist coming, I think we all did, but no one thought to tell Donald? Donald thought that, so soon after finally making amends with his uncle, he had lost him for good.

And I get it. It’s meant to be a gag. It’s supposed to be funny. But it kinda really soured the rest of the episode for me. I hate to say that too, because it was a good and funny episode… I just… I can’t believe they did that to Donald. :(

The Golden Spear!

AGONY. Agony is how I feel about this one. Della made friends with the Lunarians! Actual friends! And then Penny made a bad choice, and Lunaris… damn you, Lunaris, you traitor.

All the things Della listed off, wanting to do with her kids and brother and uncle… they’re things the others have already done without her. That hit me in the feels.

AND THEN DONALD- AGH, I CAN’T EVEN. Poor Donald. He’s so stressed and his family loves him so much and just wanted him to have some peace. But alas, it was not to be. And now the fandom cries.

… Even if he really shouldn’t have climbed into that rocket but y’know. He didn’t MEAN to press buttons….

Nothing Can Stop Della Duck!

Della reunites with her boys and no one realizes Donald is gone. And we see Della trying to be a mom, and kinda failing miserably. But she’s trying, and she’s learning!

ALSO THEIR WOULD-BE NAMES HFBVSHKFCS

It really put to rest one of my biggest fears, that all of the triplets would accept her immediately (Louie showed serious hesitation through the entire episode, definitely coming from his place of insecurity that Dewey and Huey don’t share) and she’d be super-mom. She makes mistakes, and it’s acknowledged that she seems to be trying to be one of them rather than be their mother. It does feel awkward at times, and alien, like the boys are trying so hard to think she’s doing great when she’s really causing harm, but in the end when it comes down to it she’d do anything to protect them, and gives them the choice of letting her into their life. She doesn’t try and force her way in (as she kinda did at first, but came to realize this isn’t easy for them either).

Right now she feels kinda more like a cool aunt than a mom, but she’ll learn.

Raiders of the Doomsday Vault!

IS LUDWIG’S CONSCIOUS TRAPPED IN THE VAULT?! HE REACTED TO AND INTERACTED WITH THE PEOPLE OUTSIDE.

Anyway Scrooge and Glomgold’s parts were absolutely A+ hilarious. Della and Dewey bonding, they’re so much alike, but we see Dewey’s insecurity flare up- how he wants to impress Della, feeling like he has to earn her love. Even though she’s already loved them for ten years, even without ever knowing what they looked like.

Della has a moment of realization here, too. She looks down and realizes Dewey is in a dangerous situation. She realizes that Dewey is in danger. She questions if they’re doing something crazy, clearly thinking maybe we shouldn’t be doing this, but when Dewey quotes her “I’m your son, I can do anything!” she instead chooses to encourage him, not wanting to discourage him and possibly cause him to fall.

And then of course, her “exit strategy” thing. I honestly kinda feel like it’s a bit of an ass pull, but it at least makes a little sense. When you’re being hunted by a monster on the moon, you always want to have an escape route planned. Scrooge sees that, even if she’s the same ol’ Della she was before, she’s still changed. Ten years still changes you.

Friendship Hates Magic!

New Girl! New Girl! Violet’s pretty cool. At first she comes off as one of those “um, actually” people, but since I’m one of those “um, actually” people it’s pretty whatever to me lol. And Lena’s back! I’m super excited about that.

Lena gets a little jealous-possessive but who can blame her, Webby’s one of the few people who have always believed in her. And Webby spent so much time we never knew about trying to find ways to bring Lena back, to the point that it’s like clockwork.

The whole “being tormented by her own mind” thing was actually frightening in a way, and I’m just glad it all turned out alright. And now Webby isn’t just a fourth triplet, she’s the central member of her own trio. It’s great!

The Dangerous Chemistry of Gandra Dee!

Admittedly another plotline to be seen from far away. A good episode full of secondhand embarrassment, but dang Huey’s LUNGS.

I love Gandra’s design and personality. It’s pretty durn great. I love it! I just have one gripe. Warning, this is a bit of a rant.

Why can’t we let characters be feminine? By this I mean traditionally feminine. Dresses, makeup, shopping, high heels, giggling, soft and compassion and gentle and things I’m not, pinks and lilacs, etc. Yes, Webby’s favourite colour is pink and she likes glitter and wears skirts, she is pretty feminine. But she’s the only one, besides Roxanne Featherby (Featherly? I don’t remember, and that’s only arguably because of her clothes), to be even slightly feminine, and even then it can be argued she’s not all that traditionally feminine because, well… she’s the bruiser of the group. Which there’s absolutely nothing wrong with! A feminine bruiser absolutely works, and I love it, but looking at it from certain angles…

Most of the (non-villain) females, besides Webby, show next to no traditionally feminine qualities- Goldie is the closest, when she dresses up for special events or for schemes. Which I don’t mind, per se, I don’t have many traditionally feminine qualities either, but you’d think at least a few would. The original Gandra Dee, who I am glad they changed mind you, was very feminine; she wore her hair long, wore dresses, enjoyed makeup and manicures, etc. She was traditionally feminine, AND smart. (even if I never liked how they drew her face (the eyes and beak look weird imho, DT17 pulled it off better), and I felt like she left much to be desired *cough*…)

There is nothing wrong with having traditionally feminine characters. There is nothing wrong with having characters who enjoy dressing up, or putting on makeup, or shopping, etc. The problem with traditionally feminine characters comes in when it’s done for sex appeal, or you have a woman running from dinosaurs in 6 inch heels (yeah I’m calling that out) or there’s a feminine character there only to be dragged on by the others for their feminine characteristics.

Anyway, rant about that over. I still love what they did with Gandra, but I’m just noticing this trend where female characters aren’t being allowed to like traditionally feminine things. Yeah, there are absolutely a lot of girls who don’t, but there’s probably an equal amount who do! And there’s nothing wrong with showing a competent, traditionally feminine character. :/

The Duck Knight Returns!

DARKWING DUCK DARKWING DUCK DARKWING DUCK NEGADUCK AAAAAAAA

Need I say more?

Okay, Launchpad is a sweetheart and let’s be honest, we knew the moment we saw him that the other guy at the signing was Drake Mallard.

I love that they kept the “Darkwing Duck inspires Drake Mallard to become Darkwing Duck” aspect of DW’s origin story, while twisting it around so that time travel and paradoxes don’t occur. Also! We still get Jim Cummings as Negaduck, while also getting a new VA for Drake Mallard/Darkwing Duck- someone who does a pretty good job at sounding like them, too. So now Negaduck, who is no longer Darkwing/Drake Mallard from an alternate universe, has his own distinguishable voice!

… And I still think Negs is gonna have an unhealthy obsession with Launchpad, thanks to the “my fan” comment. I figure that’s how we’ll get Nega Launchpad, but who knows! There’s so many possibilities!

Anyway Gosalyn, yesterday please. Gimme.

[shadowtoons]

Dark Poisonous~(Ducktales/Darkwing Duck)(pt.1)

(I had posted this on Deviantart. I was actually bored, I usually do stories like this when I am waiting for my stylus is charging. Enjoy.)

____ = Your name/character

Hair Color= H/C

Eye Color= E/c

Duck Species= D/s

Hair Length= H/l

feather color= F/c

(I'll choose your height, so wouldn't be a struggle.)

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(Jim/Negaduck x Reader x Drake/Darkwing Duck)

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Things change, and when you think that literally does. Ever since when you heard the news about Darkwing Duck was having his own movie, reason you know. Worked with Scrooge Mcduck, and guess some male that was an writer-- Aleister was his name? Be honest you've never heard of this guy, but getting little information by a new friend met on set.

His name was Drake Mallard, the new terror that flaps in the night. Weirdly he looks like Jim Starling, maybe the difference-- Drake was more fun and nice, willing to work with others. Jim wouldn't- really you've had to make him work with others, thing is with Starling. He always wanted you beside him, call you crazy or anything. Kind of seeing something different of him, don't know why, really. Wished you know what was wrong with him the years passed was hard to move on when he can never seem to leave you alone at times. He just having problems, and you do try to help out with him much you can. Though, deep down you knew can't keep helping him out... Not until what happened.

Heard the news Jim Starling wasn't to be found after he tried to murder Drake, broken you to hear that. Least no one else got hurt, being with McDuck and his family at the moment. Let's not forget Launchpad's new favorite hero, even known to be your best friend. Drake, been around ever since now he's part of the group. Flipped your H/L H/C hair from your hair, as your E/C eyes sort of shift around the dining room. Sort of in your own little world, don't know in ways you kind of feel like someone was watching you, getting a uncomfortable feeling. Drake notice you when you decided to walk away, the concern he had for you. Getting up to follow, "Hey ___, are you okay?" asked to sit beside you being outside. "yeah, I'm fine Drake little tense is all. Nothing to worry." lied to him, "should go back in, knowing everyone wants to talk to the new hero." Playfully hit his shoulder, for him to laugh. "Well, couldn't be alone on this with you and Launchpad." Smiled warmly toward you, making you blush and giggle, "You're such a dork, I'll be in a few need some air is all." He nodded and went back in. Sighing now, closed the front door before you begin walking away from the billion dollar mansion. Having some sort of stare again, trying to ignore it only felt worst now.

Looking behind you, only no one was not there. Rose a brow no one wasn't there, turning now to continue your walk. “Little rude to walk away, from an old friend.~” hearing a voice— a familiar one, made you squeak and to turn only facing another male. Coming to realize slowly whom this might of be, “- Jim?” He grinned seeing you remembered, and knew you were the only kind of person to recognize a face like him. “One and only Jim Starling, sweetheart.~” little weird for him to call you that, well shouldn’t be he calls any girl that. This kind of side of him though, was way off of that reason seeing how his outfit looked, “what’s with the, new look? Everyone said you were dead too, how did you-“ before you can continue any other question covered you mouth with his hand, and to push you against a tree made you tense up. Your E/c eyes stared at a new man that changed him, “that last part is a secret, but the mean time my little ___, I am dead in a different way.” Let your mouth go, yet not moving away wasn’t gonna let you escape from him.

“Jim Starling is dead, a new man of me has awaken and driven into a little darkness.~” he spoke with a smirk on his beak, made you gulp. “A man that sees now that a betrayal can be at any corner, so in return I will make sure they are given a villain they want to see.~” purred a bit, his eyes now locking onto yours again, “for you my little D/S, not a simple harm gone be on you, after all unlike any other man doesn’t know you like I do.” Hearing him say that, couldn’t help to glare now. “What does that suppose to mean?” You asked only now pushing yourself against the tree when he push himself against you, “it means I can give you desires, unlike that new bird brain, Dumbwing Loser you are friends with— should I say one you seemly to have a crush on...” He glared of that, your eyes widen. “I-it’s not like that, Jim!” You told, now you sort of struggled to get him off. “Jim, you sound like an idiot yourself at this moment, get off me right now!!” Hissed at the other, you were sort of shorter than him, maybe by inch behind. He didn’t seem to budge, weirdly he always be pushed away. Fear what is now rushed in your body looked at him who has a widely wicked evil smile. “Tables has turn, hon.~”

He wasn’t gonna let you get away from him, you were scared and confuse, “wh-what do you want from me?” Asked now, hearing a hum coming out of the evil duck, “why, taking back what belongs to me..” growled, gasped only then to scream when he harshly grabbed you to throw you over his shoulder. “Jim, put me down right now!!!” Screamed out, “Someone help!!!!” Yelled out more and squirming. In some kind of luck, Della had came to the rescue, appearing and had tackle him making the male drop you. She had quickly stood up and moved away, “___ are you alright, he didn’t hurt you?” She asked showing her heroic side. “Yeah I’m fine, Della we need to call the others or least the police.” You told her, for the female duck rose a brow. “Why?”

“This is Jim Starling, the man who couldn’t be found from the studio’s incident.” You told her, for her eyes to be widen she heard the news as well. Hearing a laugh from Jim, as you both turn to the other, “oh, still think I am Jim. Guess I never told you the new man, I am.~” standing up, “I am the new villain that rises, from the newer darkness. I am the one now I will put fear to all Duckberg and St. Canard!” Della and you step back a bit, for the male given his smirk toward you both, “I am, Negaduck. The newest of the chapter risen villain, as well the new enemy of Darkwing Duck, and his fellow friends.” Glare toward Della, “step a side sweet cheeks, that female there is coming with me. I am not letting a low life man like him to take someone I dearly loved my life.~” A blush grew on you, hearing what he said was little weird, but to hear that did he really had a crush on you? Really, couldn’t tell he always flirted with other girls, he was really good at it manipulating their hearts, and breaking them. Between you both, was a lot different always saw him as a friend, nothing else. Della didn’t step down, “leave, or else...” she warned and wasn’t afraid of a man like him, heck she faced aliens and other kinds. Negaduck as he goes by, glared but to step down, “Fine... but this isn’t over, I’ll make sure not a single family and friends of yours will live.. I will make sure you suffer much.~” He told, “until then, I’ll return my treasure.~” to throw down a smoke bomb, you both covered and look seeing he was gone couldn’t be found at all.

Sort of forgot in a way, didn’t felt like it was needed weren’t really in much danger now you are. Took long for the meeting about Jim living, Drake came up to you. “___ he didn’t do nothing to you, did he?” Concern of your safety, you shook your head, “no.. just little frighten he tried to force me to go along with him. Even shocked to hear he had a crush on me, but hard to believe him when he always flirt with any girl.” Told about it, in sort a way Drake seem mad to hear that, but also jealous he was silent to finally took a deep breath, “well he has a competition, because... I have a crush on you.” He told the truth toward you, by surprise to hear. “You do?”

He nodded, “well yeah, you are cool and kind. He doesn’t deserve your kindness like that, deserve more than anything. Someone who is willing to protect you, and I am willing to do that. I love your smile, and laugh I never felt like that from someone. Hoping if maybe we can go on a date?” He asked, for you to feel your heart race, and softly smile to the male held his hand softly.

“Sounds lovely.”

[forestwater87]

Odd question. If you were doing a wing fic (shorthand: everyone has some kind of wings on their back; up to you if they're always out or if they can be banished and summoned at will) for Camp Camp, what kind of wings would the cast have?

Oooh I love wing fics! Hmmm, let’s see . . . 

David’s would be a little small for his age/size, and he’d probably be kind of embarrassed about that. He can still fly just fine with them -- which he’d say, defensively, if anyone pointed them out -- and they’re very fluffy, white, with little speckles of green flecked throughout.

Now I know most wing fics stick with feathered wings, but it did occur to me that some sort of insectlike wings -- all delicate-looking and iridescent like the surface of a bubble -- would also suit him very well. They’d be a bit more natural and forest-y, but would still have that element of embarrassment and shyness (he was probably called “fairy” a lot growing up, and it’d be a sore spot for him).

That being said, the idea of David having massive wings was suggested by @ciphernetics​, and I must admit that the idea of him either wrapping them around people to protect or comfort them is super cute. Also in a protective moment he could like fwoosh, out they come to shield the campers and it’d be badass. It’s not my preferred hc for him, but there are some lovely ways to play with it.

Gwen’s would be . . . serviceable. Dull, easily overlooked, probably some shade of gray or that kind of dun mousy brown that looks greyish in the right light, bigger than David’s but neither unusually large or small, not especially fluffy but not kind of molted the way some sick people’s are . . . they’re just sort of there. (She was probably nicknamed Pigeon by a lot of people, both as an affectionate term and a derogatory one. And like pigeons’ wings, there are little patches of color among her wings that are hard to see unless you’re looking for them it’s a metaphor get it? aren’t I clever ohoho)

Campbell’s are humongous. The biggest wings ever. He is a mountain of a man, with massive pure-white wings. Some people are convinced he genetically modified them somehow, and they do have this uncanny radioactive glow in the dark but don’t worry about that, it’s perfectly natural and not at all suspicious!

The fun thing about this is that they can get increasingly bedraggled as Season 3 progresses, until they’re drooping and muddy.

Quartermaster has bat wings. I don’t give a fuck if literally every other character has angel wings, QM’s are bats and that’s just the way it has to be.

I like the idea of the campers having small wings that can fit under their clothes, because they haven’t really grown in yet. I imagine maybe Nurf might be an exception, since he seems to be either older or just bigger than the other campers, but for the most part those kiddos look just like their normal selves. That being said, a few ideas of what they might look like grown up:

Max -- black, maybe a little big for his age, like a crow or raven’s wings. When he gets annoyed they puff up and slip out of his hoodie, and it’s a pain to put them back in which annoys him even more and gets them more puffy and hard to stuff back . . . it’s a constant struggle. Pity the poor kid.

Neil -- I’m torn between going with his hair color and giving him some hawklike brown-and-white wings, which I think would look nice with his coloring, and just going hog-wild and giving him wings like a bluebird because of his eyes. I think the latter would be too showy and embarrass him, but there’s something kinda cute about that too. His wings would be like his dad: impossible to ignore and much louder and more obnoxious (in his POV) than they need to be.

Nikki -- big and flecked with golden-orange. Of all the characters I think hers would have the most modifications, because as a kid/young adult she wasn’t careful with them and got them all torn up -- maybe to the point where she can’t even fly with them. But she has Neil and he’s a smart cookie, so I like to think of her wings having a vaguely-steampunk element of mechanisms and patches keeping them together.

Harrison -- white or a very light gray, like a dove’s. He paints the tips gold when he’s older as part of his illusionist costume.

Nerris -- I’m just thinking pure eastern bluebird, orange at the base and then exploding into brilliant blue. I think she’d love how flashy they are.

Ered -- Somehow I want her to have dragon wings. I have no idea why, or how, but I think it’d be extremely cool, and Ered is nothing if not cool. Especially if they’re really rare, almost unheard of, and she’s put a lot of work into transforming herself from the tomboyish freak with the demon wings and gay dads into something to be envious of. Besides, it’s easier to do sick stunts without having to worry about your feathers getting caught on stuff.

Nurf -- All right, I wanna get emo for a moment and say that his wings have been hacked either partly or entirely off by the time he’s an adult. We know he’s been abused in canon, and I think that people like that would go for the easiest target to hurt you, and that target is probably the delicate feathered things sticking out of your back. Bonus points if they’re somehow kind of girly, which coincides with his more sensitive nature and how he initially wanted to do ballet as a kid (especially since I don’t think that was well-received by his family). So, like . . . what remains are very fluffy and sweet-looking, maybe pink or pale yellow and orange or something, but they’re either little stubs he covers up all the time or they’ve got big chunks missing out of them but who’s gonna point that out to the huge guy with a pissed-off expression?

Preston -- Rainbow, like the most extravagant bird of paradise. Does he paint them himself, or are they as natural as he claims? 

Dolph -- Probably something very average and serviceable, in the brown/gray/white family, but they’re always speckled with paint because he’s not very careful with them and especially the long feathers at the bottom trail along the ground while he’s painting, or get stuck to his art if he turns around too suddenly.

Space Kid -- I’m thinking of a duck, for some reason. Partly because they’re aquatic and I just connect the ocean and space for some reason, partly because they’re very ordinary and that’s kind of how SK rolls, and partly because ducks can just flap for insane distances without getting tired (thank you Animorphs!). Space Kid is like that, I think -- very diligent, keeps his head down and gets things done, not very bright but he works so hard it makes up for a lot, and that’s why he’s going to be an astronaut someday. Mallards have those pretty green feathers, too, and I think those would look nice with Space Kid’s eyes.

Jasper -- Peacock. Obviously. He is the most garishly-dressed person in the show and his wings would match. Not that you’ll ever know, because he never gets to grow up and have real wings :( 

So those are the mains! As for some of the less-important characters, I don’t really have too many interesting ideas, but a few throwaway ones:

The Flower Scouts all have pink wings, either feathers or bug/fairy ones. I think maybe Tabii has a chunk missing from one of hers, from a fight or something, and the other girls made a patch so no one can tell and she can fly properly. Erin’s might be just slightly different colors -- one with an orangey tint, one with a blue.

A fun thing about bug wings is they could buzz when the girls are angry. So Sasha’s are basically always going, poor thing.

The Woodscouts probably have their wings bound, clipped, and constantly ready for combat flying. I’m thinking, like, the military-haircut version of wings.

Daniel’s . . . I mean, I don’t care about Daniel because he’s trash, but I do love the idea that they’re not naturally white and he dyes them. It’s my favorite Daniel hc and I need it to appear in every AU.

So that about covers it!

EXCEPT

Then I was talking with Ciphernetics about wing AUs, and I mentioned that in some wing fics (namely the awesome one by setepenre-set, though there are probably others) the wings’ size are based on how loved someone is. Which led to the below cuteness. Warning: shameless Gwenvid and Makkiel ahead, along with me insisting that Cameron Campbell isn’t the worst person in the entire world because I’m love him

Ciphernetics: Max’s wings growing during camp!Max voice: who the FUCK is loving me I specifically requested the opposite of thisDavid: You can even fit them in your hoodie anymore awwwwMax, struggling to pull it on over his wings: the hell I can't

Forestwater:(what if they come in the color of the person who loves you's hair)(so at first it's just this line of red that he knows is fucking David, goddamnit and then all of a sudden start sprouting these mint green and brown ones and my ship takes off)

Ciphernetics: Max, disgusted, throwing an auburn feather at David: get LOSTMax, looking over his shoulder in the mirror at the brown ones gathering at the tips and the mint ones scattered chaotically throughout: huh

Forestwater:Oh no what about when Nikki and Neil's start getting flecked with black, small and easily tugged out like they're ashamed of being there

Ciphernetics: The small really curly little feathery down that like to hide under other feathers(Gwen's had auburn in her wings since almost the first summer but lately it's started to overpower the rest of the colours. Not completely, it's just... Noticeable how much of it is the same colour now.)(She knew David loved people quickly and easily, it's just suddenly a lot more)(or she just wasn't paying attention)

Forestwater:What on earth would David's reaction be to suddenly finding some of Gwen's?I like the idea of her feathers being two-toned

Ciphernetics: I'd love if he's had a very small, slowly growing patch since they met (just a handful more each summer) but some event happens and suddenly there's a lotOh absolutely two tonedHey how about some angst;David's been waiting his whole life for Campbell's hair colourToday at 9:32 AMHe'd never say it but Campbell makes so many throwaway jokes about David being the son he never wanted but it rings a little hollow when there's not when one little brown/grey feather

Forestwater:until the end of season 3 when there's like . . . twoLISTEN I NEED MY TRASH GRANDPA

So that’s just a little bit of extra silliness for added angst/romance/fluff.

Hope this answer isn’t too long, but I was having fun.