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momokat · 3 months
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Only the cool boys will remember her :) What if in Ducktales 2017 we got her...
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cartoon-brainrot · 9 months
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More snippets from my fics! (I haven’t published them yet lmao)
And baby triplets!
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denaliwrites · 4 months
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Tales of Daring
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Scrooge McDuck x GN!Reader
Summary: Scrooge catches you in his Money Bin.
Soundtrack: DuckTales Theme by Felicia Barton
Requests: Open!
Warnings: I... I'm so... I don't even know what to put here. What the fuck, man. What did I do to deserve this?
"It's not every day I catch a thief red-handed," a Scottish voice purred from behind you. You hadn't even heard him effortlessly dive into the seemingly infinite pile of gold that you'd had to rappel into, and now he had you at a disadvantage. What were you supposed to do with that?
Well, you certainly wouldn't beg for mercy. It was exactly what the old coot wanted, and you couldn't give him that.
"It's not every day a thief makes it out of your Money Bin with a pretty penny to show for it," you replied, holding up a giant, glinting ruby. Light bounced off it, sending scattered shards of red all over the room. One lit up the grin on your bill.
"Tha's a bit more than a pretty penny, wouldn't ye say?" he asked. You heard some coins shift behind you, signaling his moving closer to you.
Your grin grew just a fraction.
"To you, I'd think it's little more than a pretty trinket, wouldn't you say?" you teased, shooting him a look. He didn't seem as amused by your twist on his words as you were. No matter. "Would you really miss this little token, Scrooge?"
You watched as he shivered at the way you said his name. His eyes bounced around the bin contemplatively in an attempt to play off the reaction he'd had to you. "I know all the coins and gems and trinkets in this bin as if they were my own children. Of course I'd miss it."
"Then it should bring you some comfort, shouldn't it, that it's going to a good home?"
"I hardly think bein' sold on the Black Market for a wad of cash is 'goin' to a good home.'"
You feigned offense, laying a hand dramatically over your heart. "Scrooge! I'm hurt you'd think so poorly of me. Of course it's not going to the Black Market. It's going to a very reputable buyer. Hired me to steal it from you and everything."
"How much is 'e payin' ye, then?" Scrooge asked.
Now it was your turn to shiver -- though the one that danced down your spine was a bit more... anticipatory in nature. "Not nearly as much as the ruby is worth," you confessed lightly. "But we both know I never was one to back down from a challenge."
He was suddenly on you, his hands pinning yours behind you while his chest pressed flush against your back. A gentle shushing whisper blew past your ear before he spoke, "And how goes yer little challenge, eh? Would ye consider it successful?"
You shot a look back to him, along with a grin. "Well, I got your attention, didn't I? I'd call that a win."
He grunted in amusement before shifting his hands so that one was still holding you by the wrists, while the other delicately plucked the ruby from your grasp.
He held it up within your line of sight, twisting it so the lights bouncing off it danced along the walls. "Beautiful, isn't it?" he asked, though even as he spoke of it, his eyes were on you.
"You're not so bad yourself," you purred.
He unceremoniously threw the ruby back into the sea of gold with a sigh, then released you with a grunt that seemed a lot less amused than before. "Same time next week?" he asked.
"Of course."
"Off ye pop, then. I've got a meetin' in ten..."
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delladyke · 5 months
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I read @hueberryshortcake 's "Give Me Your Tired, Your Poor" on AO3. And it made me cry so I had to draw something
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lara-prism-light · 6 months
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Another Duckverse hero design, Gandra Dee as Eletrix!
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A little based on her Gizmoncloud armor, her power base is electricity, I also thought it would look cool if she had her hair a little to the side when wearing this uniform. I would say that she would join together to help Fenton on missions, and to redeem herself for the mistakes she made in the past (you know, working for F.O.W.L and such), she herself made this armor that allows her to not only control electricity but also materialize in small electrical fragments in addition to increasing its speed.
she would go on more missions that would include Fenton, constantly supporting him and sometimes flirting with him, and of course, he would be grateful but sometimes a little embarrassed (but mostly grateful).
I would love to hear your opinion about this design, because personally I loved it!
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writebackatya · 15 days
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A very very late gift for @tealottie! She was my Secret Santa for the @duckblrsecretsanta2023 created by @delladucker & @quantwigmania! I wanna thank Missy for her patience and hope she loves the story! It's got her two spouses in it!
Summary: Winter is here in St. Canard! Della Duck and Drake Mallard are taking advantage of that by taking both Dewey Duck and Gosalyn Waddlemeyer to the Rockerduck Center's famous ice arena where the kids show off their skills, the adults talk about being a parent, and St. Canard's Greatest Villain makes his formal debut!
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tokuvivor · 3 months
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Oh, my god. No way.
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As of today, I have now reached 1,000 hits on The Power of Three!
I’d just like to thank everyone who has interacted with the story in any way, whether it be kudosing, commenting, just generally reading it, whatever. I’ve come a long way in my writing from that initial story. But it’s a story I’m still really proud of over a year later.
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backgroundshipper · 25 days
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I know a lot of people want a movie of the Ducktales reboot, and am thinking of writing a fanfic of it when I’m done with the Ducktales Spinoff Series.
But the only thing I’ve got so far is that it takes place four years after the spinoff series,I want the plot to be different from the original Ducktales movie, and the title, which will be Ducktales 17 Movie Fanfic.
So,if you have any ideas you can put them in the comments,or through DM,or through asking.I’m not particular on which way.
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soupy-drawz · 3 months
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Chapter 2 of @the-writer-nerd-ro and I's louyd angst fic Daisy Bell is here!!!
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xkingmorningstarx · 9 months
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Hey Uncle Scrooge!!! said Dewey running into Scrooge's office.
Do you know how to dance???? asked Dewey as he jumps and stands on his desk.
Scrooge sighed. " Lad ya were in the room at Glomgold's gala when I danced with goldie!"
"Get down dewey! Ya will break me desk!" He said.
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Some of us on the discord were discussing what Dewey would be like as an adult yesterday, prompting this little fic (1325 words) based on my hc that Dewey would become a stage actor
Dewey walks down the busy streets of New York, humming some vocal warmups. While he appears as calm and collected as he ever does, his mind is racing a mile a minute.
Today was his Broadway debut, and he was equal parts excited and nervous. He’d done many a show in the past but those were different. This was BROADWAY, the gold standard of theatre. Sure, this wasn’t a principal role or anything, he was just replacing a departing ensemble member, but still! A Broadway debut is a Broadway debut. It’s a big day, and he’s freaking out a little.
He rounds the corner of the theatre and opens the stage door, making a pit stop to check in for the day and readjust his bag. He nearly drops his coffee but manages to set it down to adjust his grip before continuing on to his dressing room.
He swings the door open and finds that Rico and Alex, the castmates who share the room with him had already arrived.
“Hey, guys!” Dewey says as he walks over to his designated area. He pauses suddenly before he can put his things down. “What’s all this?”
Surrounding his mirror were a pair of blue balloons, some confetti, and a handwritten banner on top that read “Congrats on your debut!”
Rico speaks up, “It’s your first show tonight, Dewey! If that isn’t cause for celebration I don’t know what is.” Alex nods in agreement.
“Aw, thanks guys,” Dewey smiles, clearing away some of the confetti to put down his bag.
“So how’re you feeling? Ready to show the world what you’re made of?” Alex asks.
“Yeah, I’m really excited, I’ve been dreaming about this for years,” he says, pulling out his notes to review once he finishes warming up.
He spends the next few minutes stretching, uncharacteristically quiet, before sighing and asking, “Guys, you’ve both done this for a while, so… how did you get over the nerves? It still feels insane that I’m even here, and I’m really worried that something’ll go wrong and ruin my chances of continuing here.”
Rico sighs, “I’m not gonna lie, that fear just takes time to get over. But trust me, you’re gonna do great tonight, and soon enough you won’t be so anxious anymore.”
The trio sit in silence for a moment before Alex pipes up, “Didn’t you mention that one of your brothers had a history with anxiety? Maybe he’ll have some advice for you.”
Dewey nods, then grabs his phone from his pocket, pulls up Huey’s contact, and starts a video call.
“Hey Dewey, what’s up?” Huey’s voice picks up through the phone speakers.
“Hi, Hubert. Did you guys just land or something?” Dewey asks, noticing Huey’s surroundings.
“Yeah, we just landed, oh… fifteen minutes ago? We just got to baggage claim- sorry, one sec,” he says, turning to talk to someone off-screen.
Suddenly Uncle Scrooge appears on screen. “Dewey, lad! Can- can ya see me- how does this thing- curse me kilts, what did Ah just-“ Scrooge says as he confusedly fiddles with the phone.
“Uncle Scrooge, I’ll hold the phone for you,” Huey interjects as he grabs his phone back and centers them both on screen.
“So why’d you want to talk to me, Dew?” Huey asks.
Dewey pauses for a moment to gather his thoughts before explaining. But he pauses a moment too long because more faces suddenly attempt to crowd into the view of Huey’s phone camera, all trying to greet him at once. Dewey snickers a little watching Uncle Donald, the last one to get back from claiming their baggage, trying to squeeze into view with little success.
“Hey guys,” Dewey says. “I love you all, but if I could maybe just talk to Huey for a second? I’ll see you guys tonight.”
Reluctantly the rest of the group backs out of frame, leaving once again only Huey.
Sighing amusedly, Huey asks, “Okay, so what did you want me for, Dew?”
“Okay, so, like, I was wondering, basically, like-,” Dewey pauses for a second. “How do you handle your anxiety? Cause I’m kinda freaking out a little right now.”
Huey thinks for a moment. “Well, different things work for different people, but whenever my nerves are getting to me I usually like to take some deep breaths, or you could do the 5-4-3-2-1 exercise, ummm… yeah, I’d say those are my go-to's. I’d also say that drinking coffee wouldn’t help with nerves at all but I don’t think you’d listen to that one, so…”
Dewey laughs, “Thanks, Huey.”
“Of course, Dew. And also remember, we’re all gonna be there cheering for yo-,” Huey gets cut off by a nearby thud, which he turns to look at.
“Uncle Donald’s suitcase just broke,” Huey explains, walking over to help. “You’re gonna do great tonight and we can’t wait to see you after the show! Break a leg!” Huey signs off.
“Bye Huey, see you guys later,” Dewey replies, ending the call.
“Man, it’s still so weird to me that the richest duck in the world is your uncle,” Alex says.
“I don’t know if that’s more surprising or the fact that he doesn’t have a private plane to get here on,” Rico adds.
“Well, we do have a plane but the pilot can’t make it out here until next week. Aaaaand I’m realizing how much of a spoiled rich kid I sound like right now,” Dewey starts laughing again.
“Nah, if you want a really spoiled rich kid that would be more of a… what’s his name? That creep who got all his money from his grandmeemawmaw or whatever?” Alex retorts.
“Doofus Drake?” Rico supplies.
“Yes, him!”
“Oh, you guys don’t even know the half of it,” Dewey exclaims, getting back into his stretching.
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Dewey opens up the stage door to exit the building. It was dark out now. He was one of the earlier cast members out of the doors, so there was a pretty good-sized crowd greeting him. As he worms his way through them, some congratulate him for making his Broadway debut, and one woman even asks for a picture, which catches him slightly off guard.
Eventually, he makes his way past the main crowd where he is finally greeted by his family, who all promptly give him a bear hug.
“Dewey!!! That was amazing!” Webby exclaims once they all pull away.
“I knew you’d do great,” Huey concurs, grinning.
“Theatre has never been my thing, so believe me when I say that that absolutely blew me away,” Louie adds.
“I’m so proud of ye, lad,” Scrooge says. “Ye’ve done well for yerself.”
Uncle Donald, at a loss for words, smiles and gives him another bear hug.
Della then pries Donald off of him to give him her own hug.
“You boys never cease to make me proud,” she says as she lets him go.
“Aw, you guys,” Dewey says, laughing a little. “You’re gonna get me emotional.”
“We’ve all been emotional since you came on stage, it’s your turn now,” Huey jokes.
Dewey laughs, “Okay, that’s fair.”
“Not to interrupt a nice family moment, but would you guys like a picture?” Rico says suddenly from behind Dewey, startling him.
“Oh my god, Rico! You can’t scare me like that!”
Dewey recollects himself and turns back to face his family.
“Guys, this is Rico, one of my castmates. Fam, Rico, Rico, fam. And yeah, I think we’d like a picture.”
An obscene amount of pictures later, everyone has their phones back with significantly less storage space than before.
“Thanks, Rico!” Dewey calls out as his castmate departs.
“See you tomorrow,” he yells back.
“Well,” Della says. “I think it’s time for some celebration! What time were those reservations for, Uncle Scrooge?”
“… In ten minutes.”
“Oh. Well, let’s get going then!” She exclaims, prompting the group to hurry off to this restaurant, dragging a confused but happy Dewey along with them.
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paprikaries · 11 months
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_”DUCKSTORY”_   wip, Pag 1 (Or What if Ducktales was written by me) Fancomics on: W. Disney Ducktales characters
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cartoon-brainrot · 8 months
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I Made more art!
This time based on chapter 4 of my fic!
And of course,,
The scene :)
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I realised halfway through that Della looked like a baby Matilda
Which yeah, it’s cute!
I’ll make more art soon :)
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abcwordsurge · 30 days
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geaks week fluff fic
Here's my @geaksweek2024 contribution, for fluff day (with some humor, I hope). "A Hoverboard," link here if you'd rather read it on AO3. Only a few hundred words, I hope y'all like it <3
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Mark gave up on not laughing about five seconds into their adventure, when Gyro tilted the wrong way immediately and ended up on his hands and knees on the floor of their living room.
Gyro huffed and sat back to frown at Mark. "You said you would catch me," he said.
"Well, yeah, but I didn't think you would fall that quickly! I wasn't ready!" He grabbed the hoverboard from across the room and placed it once again in front of Gyro. "Come on, try again. This time, for real, I'll catch you."
Gyro stood up and eyed the hoverboard with even more suspicion than before. "Are you sure?"
"Of course. Come on, it's easy. Do you want me to show you again?"
Mark started getting up onto the hoverboard, but Gyro shook his head. "Please, I don't need to see you being good at this anymore." He kicked the hoverboard lightly, as if testing its sturdiness. "I don't get how you're so good at it."
"Aww, is that what this is about? You can't stand not knowing how to do something I can do?" There was no malice in Mark's voice, though, and he gestured again for Gyro to get onto the hoverboard. "Get on it, then. You'll figure it out."
Gyro sighed. "Fine." He set one foot on the hoverboard, and stayed in that position for a bit, as if getting used to the feel of it.
"You ready?" Mark stood behind Gyro, and placed one hand on Gyro's waist. "I've got you."
Gyro took a deep breath, then took his other foot off the floor. He lasted all of two seconds on the hoverboard before the hoverboard went forward and Gyro went backwards, right into Mark's arms.
Gyro would appreciate Mark catching him, if only Mark didn't laugh so much over it.
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delladyke · 9 months
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I'm a little late to the party but here's a drawing of Huey and Della from @justaboot 's story "Dear Fellow Traveller" on ao3!!
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spacemanxpaninis · 26 days
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Got my AO3 account finally 🥳
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