I did it

Another Dark Ducks Lite AU video down, one more to go >:)

Music is “My Lullaby” from Lion King 2

So this video is the first night after Magica found Donald. Of course she don’t intend him being king, but she does intend him becoming her puppet she can control! By pitting him against his family and training him in his magic...

You’ll notice in the crystal ball and her magic... window? I guess? details keep changing. That’s because it’s showing what could be, not what will be, as time isn’t a constant...

And not once did she ever consider someone swooping in and warming up her little weapon’s heart.

(AKA, she can see so many potential futures yet did not in any of them see Uno’s presence in Donald’s life, and the effect he would have......)

If TFP Had Quirks: Jack Darby

( Please imagine a Present Mic like voice making this announcement :D)

Name: Jackson “Jack” Darby

Age: 16

Quirk: Short Range Teleport 

Description: With his quirk he is able to teleport up to 10 meters at a time, though he has to see the location he wants to teleport to first. Despite this condition his power compensates itself by allowing him to rapidly teleport multiple times in a row before getting tired, highest number being 18. He is able to take others  with him when he teleports, while none living things need to be the size of a fridge to travel with him. Downside is that with each person he teleports with his stamina and number of teleports decreases, meaning he tires himself faster when he needs to transport someone with him.

Quirk AU: Predatory

Jack was running and panting through the forest as Arachnid chased him, he felt disgusted in himself for leaving Arcee but knew that he couldn’t help her. And besides, their aggressor was focused more on him at this time. He looked back with the corner of his eye and saw the dark femme climbing up the hill towards him.

"That's the spirit, Jack" She smirked "Play hard to get"

The teenager ran faster as he continued to try and escape the giant Insecticon, jumping over rocks and dead branches he stumbled into a fallen tree in his path and feeling like he had no better option he climbed over it before ducking just under its trunk. 

When Arachnid approached the fallen tree Jack held his breath, hoping that she doesn't spot him in his shabby hiding place. For while all he could make out were her legs, long and pointed, just ready to stab into helpless prey. All seemed quite for awhile, with the teenager almost sure that the spider-bot didn’t spot him, until her oversized head appeared right in front of him.

 "Hello, Jack"~ she purred with a sinister smile.

He screamed and with a visible flicker Jack teleported away from the dead tree and began running yet again. Arachnid blinked her purple optics in surprise before a pleased smile entered her face. She shot a web by from her hand but it hit a tree instead when the human before her manage to warp out of the way again.

“Slippery little thing” she mused.

without stopping Jack continued to teleport through the woods, not stopping even for a minute as between trees Arachnid continued to chase him. Not even when he reached the cliff of a canyon, his quirk making it all too easy to get to the other side.

He had hoped to have put some distance between himself and  Insecticon, but  she simply leaped over the canyon with her spidery legs.

Eventually needing to stop to catch his breath Jack hid behind a tree and reached to the bag on his pants and taking out his multi-functional pocket knife out and pulled out all of the blades, but realized how useless it was against the spider-bot 

"Oh, who am I kidding?" he said before, teleporting away when he heard a loud brunch of twigs nearby.

At times like this he wished he had a different quirk than his teleportation. He wished for a power more strong, more powerful. Something that would have kept him from leaving his partner!

"I have to thank you Jack, you're not making this too easy" he heard her say “You know the reason I cam to this planet is because I heard the interesting gossip that this world was inhabited with a species that possessed unusual abilities, and after seeing you I’m sure I’m not going to be bored here” 

A cold chill traveled Jacks spine at those words, further urging him on.

 "Now, where did you scamper off to?"

Coming upon the ship from earlier he hid behind one of the dark wings, trying to keep his breath quite and shallow. Not wanting Arachnid to catch it, so when he felt that she was gone, he released his breath and teleported near the entrance of the ship. So enough Arachnid walked over across the top of her damaged ship.

"If you wanted a tour, Jack, all you had to do was ask," she said walking  "Did you spot the empty space? I hope you like it, it's where you'll soon hang your head”!

But to her surprise, Jack wasn't inside the ship, he was in fact still outside and slowly slid down the miniature slope before hearing a slosh. His shoe had come into contact with some sort of blue liquid blue liquid, a substances he was all more than familiar with.

"Energon," he said out loud, thinking of a plan.

"Jack?" Arachnid said from inside her ship before she stepped outside again.

Using the magnesium fire starter to ignite the stick, after a few more tries to lite it he started blowing on it and a fire started and he threw the stick up at the energon from above and began to run away from the Cybertronian ship when Arachnid appeared again 

"Jack!" She screamed as the energon began to ignite.

The ship exploded and even though Jack teleported some distance to get away from the blast  the force still knocked him back and into the woods. He looked and saw as Arachnid's ship go up in flames before his very eyes. 

He sighed in relief, but as he stood up next to a tree when he suddenly heard something before something landed on his shoe and securing it. 

Panicked the teen teleported leaving behind his footwear. He looked down and saw that there was a web over his separated shoe. He looked up in horror only to see Arachnid, singed and burnt. Webs continued to rain down upon him and Jack did everything he could to evade them.

But finally one came in to fast and Jack found himself quickly pinned to a tree. Arachnid gave a victorious smile only to grow irritated as Jack teleported free yet again.

“You know that trick is really starting to annoy me” she hissed

“Then why not try this one”!

Suddenly hearing an engine revving, Arcee. Transforming as she jumped leaped into the air and punched Arachnid in the face, causing her to fly backwards. The fighting didn’t stop their as both femme fought fiercely with one another. Finally with another kick to her chassis the Insecticon was launched across the forest and making a heavy sound as she landed.

Arcee looked back relieved to see her human charge in one piece "Jack, are you okay?" she still asked

"Yeah, of course," he said smiling slightly "I’m not that easy to catch”

(may change this in the future)

Parhelion Headcanons (sir this is all for you) @greenbeany

Putting 'em under the cut because they got very long O.O

I- the gnome is Neon I take no criticism. They are often good-natured souls with a more mischievous side, and if that doesn’t describe Neon I’m not sure what does. Playful, funny, good intentions, that my good Bean is our lovable cat personified. Okay Parhelion dnd au with gnome Neon please /j.

I AM SMACKING THE GUN OUT OF YOUR HANDS [runs into a glass wall] dammit,, guess I gotta talk now

I- oh no,, time to fail the exam I guess (turns all your head canons upside down)

Okay they do sleep yes they do. Actually that’s a lie only Ciel sleeps, the other two are insomniacs. Ciel has all of her day to day life planned out to the minute, so she heads to bed at a certain time and wakes up at a certain time, the other two are more of a “we’ll sleep when we’re tired” kinda duo. Unfortunately due to Ilia’s night terrors and Neon’s ADHD they almost never rest. No they do not sleep in a SANE bed, ha why would they have a bed? They sleep in a hammock all tangled up with each other. It’s hard to tell what order they sleep in when they kinda curl into each other. They do not use a duvet, why have a duvet when Neon is a space heater? There are no pillows on the hammock X). OKAY THEIR ROOM, THIS I GOT, it’s a funky mess that is somehow organized thanks to Ciel. Ilia doesn’t own a lot in general but it was her life’s dream to paint her bedroom rainbow so guess what they have now. The other two are too soft and they supported her efforts and they love her despite her poor design sense XD.

I- why closet ASDFG I mean— No they do not share a closet they all have completely different fashion sense and if that was all in one place people would be genuinely terrified. But since they’re broke they had to make do with one walk in closet that they partitioned off into sections. YES THEY DO HAVE MATCHING OUTFITS THEY ARE SO CUTE LIKE THAT. They tend to be like those cute couple outfits with a few variations to match their own personal style. But their favorite matching outfit are these duck hoodies they own courtesy of once again Ilia living out her childhood dreams. No they don’t own many outfits because like I mentioned earlier they are broke x). Hmm thinking about each other’s styles… Ilia think both of her girlfriends have great taste, she loves the well, neon of Neon, and the prim and properness of Ciel. Neon just doesn’t care XD. And Ciel is just, she’s just standing there wishing she could help their fashion sense, but she holds back because “It does suit them in an odd way.” Ciel gets the most compliments on her style hands down, she looks organized and you can bet she saves money to buy outfits that actually accentuate her cuteness. They don’t wear makeup no time for that (in which you learn Z has little to no knowledge in how to apply makeup and doesn’t know how to answer that question)

OH OKAY I LOVE VIDDY GAMES. Ciel likes real-time strategy games because she’s insane and that’s literally all she knows in life thanks to being raised in an upper class family in Atlas. Neon likes open world games, something something she likes the chance for adventure and determining one’s fate for themself. Ilia has never once played a video game until after she defected from the White Fang but I can see her playing something light like Stardew Valley, low stakes kinda games. Hmm, they might play Animal Crossing together? Since it has aspects they all enjoy. They each have an individual switch (Ilia has a coral switch lite) and one shared PC. Okay game with most hours, maybe Minecraft? They still haven’t beat the enderdragon because Neon keeps getting distracted XD. Neon is the bomb at party games though, you can bet she has a perfect score on all the songs in Just Dance. Ciel is a sharpshooter, god knows who taught her how to shoot like that. The biggest splatoon fan is unfortunately not Neon it is Ilia, she loves all the colors in the game ^^. But she and Neon have wracked up quite a few hours in co-op.

Uhhh books!! Ilia likes fanfics :) it’s unfortunately one of the only ways for her to see positive representation of herself. Neon for some reason reads Epics?? Like her favorite is the Epic of Gilgamesh what is up with that?? Ciel reads webtoons :), she reads enough serious stuff for school work and such, she likes to just kick back and relax after all that. Yes they have schedules reading time courtesy of Ciel :). Uhh, they relax by baking together. None of them had many chances to indulge in sweets while growing up so they make full use of their time now. ?? SPOON?? Cuddle hours happen on a whim, the one thing that Ciel can never schedule because she never knows when it’ll occur. They relax the most in the kitchen x) because that’s where they bake, it’s not unusual to find Neon asleep on the counter while she waits for their sweets to rise. They read in the light, Neon is afraid that by reading in the dark that they’ll all ruin their eyesight. Ciel likes the sunrise because she’s up the earliest and is the only one to see it, the other two prefer sunset because that’s usually when their day is about to begin XD.

Favorite spot for dates! The park ^^, they like to go on picnic dates with all their baked goods. There is no plan, usually one of them will randomly pull the other two out of the house because they haven’t touched grass in a while XD. There are no ideas, they share one braincell and they spend too much time doting on each other to use it. Uhm favorite movie genre,,, they like comedy movies :). Their favorite place to eat is this tiny store on the corner of their street that makes mean gyros, they heccin’ love them. Coping with horror, Ilia is desensitized to horror because of the things she’s seen in life, Neon treats it like a game because she knows it’s not real, Ciel, is okay with it, but she gets shook more easily than the other two and they often have to reassure her. No they do not like theme parks, there are too many people around for Ilia and Ciel and Neon respects their boundaries so they tend to go to more quiet places. Uhm heights, Ciel is used to heights because she’s friends with Penny and woah can that girl toss her in the air like she’s a couple of grapes. Ilia doesn’t mind heights but she would prefer to have her feet on the ground. Neon loves the ground so damn much if it leaves her she will cry because man she can’t roller-skate in the air can she, what will she do if the ground is suddenly gone? They like evening dates because it’s normally the only time all three of them are awake enough for it XD. They end a night by sleeping I am not quite sure if there are other ways to end it lmao. They absolutely despise Neon’s roller skating dates but they love how excited she gets about them so they end up becoming as good as professional roller skaters because the smile on Neon’s face when they join her is dazzling.

I am slowly going insane. Yes each girl has a hobby I sure hope they do. Ilia knits, Ciel paints, and Neon writes. I would like to imagine that Ciel would try to schedule time for their hobbies she ends up giving up because all their sleep schedules are wack. Designated chef is Neon (probably made food for FNKI back in atlas), designated driver is Ilia (I mean I like to imagine she stole cars and stuff in the White Fang XD), designated decorator for stuff is normally Ciel though Neon does try to hijack a few of her plans occasionally, designated shopper is Ciel because the other two have no concept of Saving money, and they all work together to clean :). They don’t work together, they believe in keeping their work life and home life separate to prevent their feelings from getting in the way. They do not have pets, none of them have the energy or responsibility to do that, but Ilia did once bring a moose home one day for some reason.

I am nomming on your arm sir. Ilia and Neon get along with Penny surprisingly well, though I do think Ilia would get along with Weiss better? Ruby and Weiss look at Ciel and see a beacon arc Weiss and more or less adopt her despite Ciel being older than the two of them. They might like.. play board games together? Like some of those more team based board games I can’t think of anything off the top of my head, may the best polycule win. I cannot see them in a cuddle puddle to be honest ajcnjsanjs I am so sorry— hmm Ruby and Neon do not know the meaning of formal, as far as they are concerned these are their girlfriend’s friends and that means that by extension these are their friends. Weiss would like nothing to do with Neon after Neon insults Yang during the Vytal festival but she begrudgingly goes on outings with her and hey, now they’re make up buddies for some reason. The parhelion gals take the fs gals to the gyro place they like :). Parhelion gang Is a lot more vocal on their dates because their love language happens to be words of affirmation while the fs gang’s happen to be physical touch. Both polycules are very very affectionate though I will die on this hill.

DARN IT TUMBLR ONLY LETS ME HAVE 10 IMAGES PER POST THIS IS FINE IT WAS JUST ONE MORE PROMPT DARN IT

(Parhelion angst! How do Neon and Ciel react to the news about the dust mine? How do they find out about Ilia getting expelled? Do they find out about the white fang? Is there any faunus stigma afterwards? How does Ciel react to people bullying her Faunus GFS? Does Neon talk to Ciel much after? Do they ever reunite? Does Neon attempt to help Ciel while she grieves Penny? Where the fuck is Ciel now? Is Neon still alive? Does Ilia ever think about them? Does Blake know about them from Ilia?)

BUDDY I CAME TO THE LAST ASK AND NOW ONLY DID I REALIZE YOU MEANT PARHELION BACK WHEN THEY WHERE IN BEACON THIS WHOLE TIME I’M CRYING. (This ask is answered under the assumption that they are already dating back in Atlas Academy) Ciel is fiercely protective of her girlfriends, though people only know that Neon is a Faunus because Ilia masks her traits during her time at the academy. Neon and Ciel are horrified about the news about the dust mines. They know that Ilia is a Faunus and that her parents were working there so they rush to see her as soon as possible. But they’re too late,,, Ilia’s already been expelled for attacking her fellow students. They don’t hear from Ilia for a few years after that and the two slowly drift apart, each blaming the other for not getting to Ilia soon enough. They don’t find out about the White Fang until they reunite with Ilia unfortunately, but they feel sad that Ilia had felt that they only way for her to get revenge for her parents was by joining a militant group (I’m working under the assumption that Sienna only took control of the White Fang shortly before Ilia joined). When Neon learns that Penny didn’t make it after the Fall of Beacon she hesitantly reaches out to Ciel for the first time in a year, and she does try to help. But for Ciel it’s blow after heccin’ blow and she pushes Neon away in a rage. Ciel leaves the Academy after that and goes rogue, working as a huntsman without a license for the poorer parts of remnant. Ilia is unaware of all this drama during the Beacon arc. The next time she hears of any news is during the Fall of Atlas, and she’s scared, scared because she’s still recovering and she just heard Ruby announce to the world that Remnant is under attack, and oh my gosh her ex girlfriends live in Atlas. Neon makes it out alive, though not entirely in one piece, she now has a prosthetic leg. Ilia is the first person to see her, it’s a tearful reunion and they haven’t fully made up yet, but hey it’s a work in progress, now they just have to find out where Ciel is, but when they do they’ll BOTH be there to greet her. Blake has no idea who the fuck Ciel and Neon are lmao, Ilia never told her anything about her past romances when she was in the White Fang.

Oh gosh I think that's it-- And that is it thank you for listening to me ramble about Parhelion you get a juice box for making it this far. Sir I am sincerely sorry for turning your ship upside down please forgive me.

how was the jackson family created? and what's their backstory? :D

Thanks for the ask! We love talking about our babies. We could go on and on, so this is a decent lengthed post - and we did take a different route with answering your second question. Which is why it’s under a read more.

We’re just sorry we don’t do much with them on here, but are moving into doing more (and re-working our OC page), and answering questions and everything.

Let’s get started!

Tag: @dancerdramatic14, @foxesandmagic

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So! The Jackson are the first OCs we ever created without really know what OCs were. Because, at the time, fifth grade, we were just writing separate stories for ourselves, very, very loosely based on ourselves, but our characters had our names - because duh. (And it’s fun to write about yourself in different situations.)

Anyway, first it started off as writing fanfics - though we didn’t know what fanfic was at the time and was introduced to it later - like with Pokemon or Digimon but with ourselves added into it, but at the same time we were also just writing original stories. When we talked to each other about the original stories, we came to find we wrote about the same family dynamic - two parents, older daughter and younger son. We both named the younger son, Patrick.

Then we decided to write the characters together. We made the two older daughters twins, kept Patrick and gave him a twin named Noah (because they’re both one of our favorite boys’ names), and then rounded out the family with a baby brother named Sydney - because it’s another of our favorite boys’ names and we really want to go to Australia one day.(As a side note: First it was just those five. Then later on (years later after writing a bunch of fanfics), we added an older brother named Julius. We don’t write him as often, a lot of the time explaining he’s more of a secondary character, but he’s just as important with the family and how we’ve written and changed these characters over the 10+ yeas we’ve had them.)+-+

Once we had these five characters established, and knew what fanfiction was, we decided to start putting them into our favorite fandoms. First it started with 3 Ninjas and branched out from there; putting in fandoms we thought they’d fit in: Mighty Ducks, Suite Life of Zack and Cody, Hananh Montana, iCarly, Johnny Kapahala, Big Time Rush, Just My Luck/Busted/McBusted, and those are the ones I just remember. By doing so, they became our main multifandom OCs.

(Second side note: We’re cringing so hard, but we also have to acknowledge that at the time of creating our OCs, we were really into anime at the time, and would also write for fandoms like Yu-Gi-Oh, InuYasha, and Yu Yu Hakusho. So when we first created our OCs, they went by: Rikku Hiroshima, Rumiku Hiroshima, Patrick “Sparky” Hiroshima, Noah “Physic” Hiroshima, and Sydney Hiroshima. They had red hair (Riley) and blue eyes, Silver hair (Rhuben) and violet eyes, Yellow hair (Patrick) and blue eyes, Silver hair (Noah) and violet eyes, and Blue hair (Sydney) and blue eyes. Depending on the fandom, they also had abilities they could weild, in a series we called “Elementals” - because who doesn’t love canon characters in an AU where they’re the chosen ones and weild powers - Riley’s was fire, Rhuben’s was darkness, Patrick’s was thunder, Noah’s was SilverWind, and Sydney’s was spirits).

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As for their backstory, it really did start only as angst for angst sake. We needed a reason for them to move from Australia to America and have a reason for them to interact with the main canon characters of whatever fandom we put them in. Parents dying in a fire. Abusive parent. We really piled it on. However:

Around this time, a LOT of people (ourselves included) were doing song-fics or had songs as titles as fics. You know the ones “Welcome to My Life,” “Numb,” “Behind Blue Eyes,” those kinds of things. Listening to songs like that, (we’re big fans of LP and Simple Plan) we decided to give them the background of their parents dying in a house fire, being adopted (this was the original idea, we changed it to being put into foster care) by an abusive man who moved them to America - unsurprisingly, to whatever locale the fandom was set in - under the guise of being in a touring family band.

Plus, we love music and love finding new music and giving any excuse to write about music and bands, and meeting our favorite musicians (and maybe falling in love with our favorite musicians) was fun. With “bandfiction” fandoms like Big Time Rush, and Just My Luck, it was easy to keep that as an important part of the Jacksons as a whole.

Anyway, in our fics, the main canon characters would either be a fan of, or be introduced the to family band, meet them, slowly become friends with them, start to piece together something was wrong leading to a confrontation all the while having Riley and Rhuben fall in love with whichever two guys we liked the most from the show. For a while, this was the formula for whatever new fics we wrote/new fandoms we wrote in. And at the time, the “darkness” and “edgieness” and “badassness” and “I curse and am rude to you all the time” of our OCs was waaaaaay over the top, admittedly.

Our OCs, as mentioned above, were first introduced with their “japanese names” as we always knew thier mother was Japanese-American (and had the name Ruriko, choosing the American name Renee), and their father, was Australian (named Tate, but usually goes by his middle name Reed). We wised up, learned more about the Japanese culture and changed our OCs Japanese names to Seiji Himada/Sydney Jackson, Padi Himada/Patrick Jackson, Noburu Himada/Noah Jackson, Rikku Himada/Rilandon ‘Riley’ Jackson, and Rumiku Himada/Rhubella ‘Rhuben’ Jackson - though we don’t refer to them this way, anymore. Himada was their mother’s surname before marrying Reed. After a bit we just stuck with their English names, focusing more on the fact that they were Australian - because, again, we’ve always wanted to travel to Australia, and so we took the time to research, and watch videos, read blogs, etc etc as much as possible to learn as much as we could.

All in all, we like to say our “weeb-lite” and emo phases never manifested in real life because we put it all into our characters. (Thank god)

Basically, their backstory is this: Rocket Scientist Reed Jackson, and stay-at-home-mom/teacher/Reed’s assistant, Renee Jacksonmet in college at NYU and quickly fell in love with each other. They moved to Australia to start their family and had Julius. They used IVF to have Riley and Rhuben three years later (wanting a girl), Patrick and Noah three years after that (wanting to have another boy), and Sydney came naturally five years after that. Julius is 11/12, Riley and Rhuben are 9, Patrick and Noah are 6, and Sydney is a little over 1 year old when their house suddenly burst into flames one night. Whether it was an electrical fire, a flash over, arson, what have you, isn’t discovered until later. But their parents,  are killed in the fire. Julius was the one to lead his brothers and sisters out of the house, but went back in when he realized he couldn’t find his parents outside - because they were still in the house looking for their kids, not knowing they were safe outside. Julius manages to make it back outside, but in the resulting chaos, is hit by a car and taken to the hospital, separating himself from his brothers and sisters - and resulting in his lasting memory issues as he gets older. After the death of their parents, the Jacksons had the opportunity to go live with their grandparents on their dad’s side, who were older and only had the time/patience/ability to care for one child so they took Julius, or their Uncle on their father’s side, who was too distraught with grief and anger to want to take his nieces and nephews in. Family on Renee’s side couldn’t be reached, so they went into foster care. Robert was the only one who wanted to take all five of them and once he did, he moved them to America - though the stresses of being a single parent was too great for him and he took it out on his children.

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Over the 10+ years we’ve had these characters, we toned down the more angsty (*Cough* over the top *cough*) things, turned up all of our OCs differing personalities and how they mesh with and pull against each other and canon characters, adding more lasting issues from their abuse such as bipolar disorder, selective mutism, eating disorder, their differing idea of what love is and how they go about getting it, and a whole lot more to make them more realistic characters.

Recently, we’ve also started thinking, “What would they be like if their parents were still alive?” “Would they still be this way?” “Would they still act like this?” and started deciding on which fandoms would still have their parents around (at the moment, it’s only the 3 Ninjas fandom).

But we love these characters to death. Characters who have their faults, but you want to root for, and who truly love their friends and family, and stumble and fall as they move to their goals of having a happy life. And we’re glad others like them and have been a part of thier journey and growth whether readers were there from the beginning or found out about them partway through.

We know they were once more popular characters we’ve had, and we have moved on to writing our more recent OCs, but that’s ok. We still love them. We’re insanely proud of how we’ve had them grow and change over the years. And we’re glad people like or have liked them.

Kiss Me (a series of Walking Dead One Shots, Caryl).

So.  I stumbled on some prompts about kissing.  And because the shipper in me is almost always inwardly screaming this to our babies every time they're in close proximity onscreen, I decided why the hell not. 

 I can't promise frequent updates because I'm still struggling with writer's block like whoa, but there were 15 prompts in all, I believe, so expect me to add to this collection as inspiration and time allows. 

 Due to the nature of some of the prompts, some of the one shots will be AU's.  Some will be set in the ZA. 

 I hope you enjoy. 

 The first prompt is at a prom.  And yeah.  It's AU, lol, because could you imagine? 

 Some language, mild angst, and fluff under the cut.  Other characters making appearances and mentioned will be tagged. 

 Oh, and any typos are all mine.  I've read and reread through this thing several times, but I'm only human.  Let me know if there are any hugely glaring ones, and I'll do some editing. 

Kiss Me

  At a prom

      Carol has to hand it to them.  This year’s prom theme is certainly memorable. 

  “Still can’t believe Principal Monroe went for it.” 

  She bites back a smile, an effort to quell the butterflies suddenly taking flight in her belly that ultimately fails.  “Hmm,” she hums instead and takes a well-timed sip of her punch as one of her fellow chaperones sidles up next to her, their elbows brushing just barely as he reaches for his own cup of punch.   

  “Looks like blood.” 

  She smirks into her cup, takes another sip before responding.  “Pretty sure that’s the point.”  The newest and most talked about member of King County High’s staff, her gruffly handsome colleague Daryl Dixon was a man of relatively few words (although Lori swore he was positively chatty in Carol’s presence) whereas his predecessor, the kindly inquisitive Mr. Horvath, had decidedly not been.  It gave him an air of mystery that many of the hormone-fueled girls (and some of the boys) flocked to like moths to a flame, and enrollment in the school’s agriculture classes had more than doubled since the end of Dale’s tenure a year ago.  She should know, as her home economics classes were housed in the same building.  As a result, enrollment in her classes had increased, too.  And wouldn’t you know it?  She’s been making a fool of herself around the man ever since with shy smiles and oftentimes awkward, stumbling bits and pieces of conversation.  “Look around.  It’s the Apocalypse.” 

  “Pfft.  Really?  What kind?” 

  Zombies, kids in homemade Hazmat suits, aliens, even a few Mad Max types...he definitely has a point.  “At least the punch is good.” 

  “Pretty sure it’s spiked,” he says, downing the remainder of his cup and quickly grabbing the ladle to top it back off.

  “No!”  She frowns in disbelief before taking another tentative sip.  It tastes sweet, almost sickeningly so, but the gymnasium around them is crowded with teenaged bodies and Spring is just Summer-lite in Georgia.  With sweat pearling in the well of her throat and her curly hair starting to stick to the back of her neck in a frizzing mess, she’ll gladly take sweet over the alternative.  “I don’t believe you.” 

  He shrugs, gives her a curled lip little half smile.  “Believe what you wanna believe." 

  That smile does things to Carol, reawakens parts of her best left ignored.  But not even thoughts of her six-year-old daughter and the possible mischief Carl has enticed her into stirring up at the babysitter’s expense is enough to do it.  She throws back the rest of her own cup to combat the sudden dryness in her throat and holds it out for more. 

  “Thirsty?”   

  You have no idea.  She simply nods, and that half smile grows exponentially, shows off a gleaming set of teeth that looks positively predatory to her lust-muddled way of thinking.  She’s clearly not the only one because they soon amass a small crowd around them, roughly half a dozen giggling girls and one of her most prized pupils.  “Mr. Rhee,” she murmurs.  “Don’t you look…ghastly?” 

  Glenn takes her comment as high praise, his stature straightening and his grin positively beaming.  “Thanks.” 

  “No wonder the kid ain’t got no date,” Daryl mutters beneath his breath as one of the eyeballs attached to the teen’s costume glasses slinks forward then springs back. 

  His hand finds its way to the small of her back when she promptly starts choking, but Carol flinches forward, waving him and the rest of the concerned onlookers off.  “I’m okay.  I’m fine.”  Contrary to popular belief, she’s not completely clueless.  She’s heard bits and pieces of the gossip circulating the hallways and what little that has escaped her ears, Lori’s been sure to keep her up to speed.  Even if she does rag her about Daryl’s willful butchering, as she puts it, of the English language.  As two single, reasonably attractive adults of a viable age, they’ve captured the imagination of more than a few in the student body.  Just standing next to each other is more fuel for the fodder, she knows, and the deep blush on her cheeks, well.  She could claim a lot of reasons for it but Maggie Greene and Tara Chamblers?  Rosita Espinosa and Sasha Williams?  Amy Harrison?  They definitely wouldn’t buy it.  “I’m fine.  Really.” 

  Shane swoops in then and Glenn and the girls scatter with no small amount of tittering. 

  At the last second, Amy hangs back, shouts, “Cool costume, Coach Walsh!”

  “Impressive shiner,” Daryl says by way of greeting.  “Boss lady’s kid nail you?” 

  “Kid’s given me nothing but lip ever since I started dating her sister.”  Shane grumbles and (not-so) covertly flips the girl off before turning back to them.  Glancing over at Carol, he grunts out a laugh, dances around Daryl’s question.  “No, Man.  I wish.” 

  On cue, Lori joins them, rubbing one restless hand over her pregnant belly and touching Carol’s elbow with the other.  “Go ahead, Shane.  Tell him how you got the black eye,” she encouraged, as she and Carol shared a smile between friends.  “If you don’t, I will.”   

  “Fuckin’ T-ball practice.  I’m telling you, Carol.  That girl of yours…she’s little but she’s mighty.  Hear what I’m saying?  Packs a punch and has a helluva arm.  Shit aim, though.” 

  “No worse than Carl’s,” Lori reminds him with a laugh. 

  “No worse than Carl’s,” Carol agrees with a distracted smile.  She’s too busy trying to decipher the look clouding Daryl’s normally clear blue eyes.  It’s a fruitless effort, though, because it’s unreadable, just as guarded as always. 

  “Shane,” Lori teasingly singsongs.  “Fix me and the baby some punch.” 

  “You kiddin’?” Shane scoffs as he leads her away with a supportive hand hovering over her back.  “You ain’t touching that stuff.  My buddy Rick would…” 

  “Guess it really does have a little something extra in it.” 

  Daryl’s eyes narrow, but his lips twitch with the makings of a repressed smile as he studies her.  “You believe him and not me?” 

  Flustered, Carol explains, “Known him longer is all.  You, I barely know.” 

  “Fair enough,” Daryl allows with a dip of his chin.  “Listen, you wanna…” 

  “I’m sorry I…” Carol says at the same time.  “Sorry.  Sorry.”  Waving a hand in front of her flushed face, she worries her bottom lip between her teeth.  “Do you want to get some air?  It’s stifling in here.” 

  “Sure,” Daryl answers easily enough.  Shane and Lori are off in a quiet little corner, Lori’s swelling feet propped up in a chair and Shane holding up her phone while she FaceTimes her husband at work, but their other colleagues are taking their chaperone duties much more seriously, watching the students with eagle eyes.  “Mamet and Porter got this.” 

  Outside isn’t all that better, but Carol breathes a little easier all the same.  Too bad her heart picks up the slack, beating away inside her chest, because damn.  Without any other distractions, she notices just how good he looks.  He always looks good to her, too good, but tonight?  It’s not just the mugginess of a typical April night in the South making her melt.  The dark blue button-down he’s wearing is certainly more on the casual side, but it stretches snugly across his broad shoulders and molds lovingly to his upper body, and she, for one, isn’t complaining.  Catching him and herself off-guard, she blurts out a compliment.  “You look nice.” 

  “Pfft.” 

  “I mean it.  You look handsome.”  If she didn’t know any better, she’d think he were blushing, but the moon’s light is hazy at best as it peeks in and out of the night clouds, and she already feels like she’s staring, so she ducks her head. 

  “Handsome, huh?” 

  Carol sighs, pleased and more than a little bit exasperated by the situation she’s landed herself in.  Get some air?  Right.  Now she’s having trouble breathing again because he’s so close, close enough to touch, and she wants nothing more than to reach out to him, but there are so many reasons why that’s a bad idea.  Besides, she can still hear the laughter and the music from inside, muted but just beyond a set of double doors.  “Now you’re just fishing for compliments.  It’s…it should be unattractive.” 

  “Like you having a kid?”

  Her head snaps up, and her heart drops all the way to her feet.  “Wh-what did you just say?” 

  “That why you never mentioned her?” 

  “I don’t know what you’re…Daryl,” she sputters.  “We barely know each other, and Sophia?  She’s the most special person in my life.  Her well-being is more important to me than any crush could ever be.  Where is this even coming from?  It’s not like I’ve kept her a secret.” 

  The doors crash open behind them before he has time to formulate a response, and a fraught silence settles between, one that lasts until the laughing couple gets in their car and drives away.  When their tail-lights are nothing but a memory, he speaks again, his voice a low, husky rasp.  “You didn’t hear me right.  Said it should be.  Least that’s what me and my brother were raised to think.  But it ain’t.” 

  Softly, she murmurs, “It’s not?” 

  “It ain’t,” he repeats just as quietly.  “What you say…”

  He’s close again, and this time she does reach out, smooths a shaky hand over the back of his wrist, up his forearm.  “Daryl?” 

  “What you say me and you get to know each other a little better?” 

  Carol takes her time answering him, but that’s only because her heart has leapt back into her throat, beating away fiercely and making it difficult for her to formulate words.  He doesn’t know that, though, and endearingly, the man of few words starts rambling.  Already, he’s spoken more words to her in one night than probably the whole time they’ve known each other.   

  “Wanna be more than a crush.  Wanna be important.  Christ.  I wanna…” 

  “Daryl.”  She stops him by covering his mouth with her hand and can’t bite back the smile when his lips press warmly, unconsciously, against her palm in response.  “Okay.” 

  “Okay?  We can talk.  ‘Bout your kid even if you want.  Maybe someday I can meet her?” 

  “Okay,” she grins as his eyes glow at her in the darkness. 

  “You’re beautiful,” he blurts when she removes her hand, drops it to rest on his shoulder.  “So fuckin’ pretty.” 

  “If you’re trying to get me to kiss you…” 

  “S’it working?” 

  Carol pulls herself up on her tiptoes, both hands sliding up the back of his neck to his shaggy hair, and smiles at him, her eyes lingering on his utterly appealing mouth.  “Yes.” 

  “Yeah?” 

  “You can stop talking right…about…now.”  With each pause between words, they’ve moved closer and closer together, noses fitting against each other and lips ghosting until his hands find her waist and close the rest of the distance between them.  The sweet, innocent press of their lips doesn’t last long, and she soon finds herself with her back against the gymnasium wall and his rough hands tangled in her hair, lost to the rest of the outside world as they explore the wonders of each other’s mouths.  But all good things must come to an end, after all, and catcalls and good-natured whistles break them apart.  She hides her face in Daryl’s broad shoulder as hearty, teenaged congratulations go around. 

  “Get it, Mr. Dix!” 

  “About damn time!” 

  “I knew it!  I knew it!” 

  “Aww.  You two make such a cute couple!” 

  Until one commanding voice quiets them all.  “Enough!  Show’s over!  Back inside or vacate the premises!  Everyone!” 

  One by one, the teens comply, and Carol and Daryl find themselves alone in the company of their boss.  Speaking of little but mighty…Carol can’t find the words, and Daryl, unfortunately, reverts back to form.  “That include us?” Carol mumbles hopefully when he remains tongue-tied. 

  Principal Deanna Monroe props her hands on her hips, makes them sweat it out for a few seconds before answering.  “That depends.”

  Daryl finally rediscovers his voice.  “On?” 

  “Two things,” the diminutive woman smirks.  “One, you keep your hands to yourselves inside.  These are impressionable children we’re responsible for.” 

  “Done,” Carol promises.  “And two?” 

  “You guilt Walsh into donating his winnings.” 

  “Winnings?  The hell?” 

  “Don’t judge him too harshly.  A few more days, and let’s just say, my debate team would have benefited handsomely.”  With that, she leaves them with their jaws hanging open and their eyes wide. 

  Carol’s the first one to break, and Daryl soon follows her, smirking at the laughter that spills endlessly from her kiss-bruised lips. 

  “C’mere.” 

  “Daryl." 

  “You heard the lady.  M’not ready to let you go yet.” 

  One kiss melts into two melts into three and this time?  They’re both breathless. 

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If your still talking about dark duck lit au(I just found it and I love it) what happened to Micky & Goofy in this Au because they where raised with Donald in this?

!! Ah yes someone noticed! (I will always talk about Dark Ducks Lite it’s like my fav AU)

Donald is one of the few Magi in Magica’s coven who actually left their coven lair- at least by choice. 

Donald was raised with Mickey and Goofy, and they were his best friends (like his brothers) growing up. Goofy disappeared under mysterious circumstances when they were preteens, because Magica just couldn’t… corrupt him the way she could everyone else. He was too nice, too sweet, too bright-hearted. Don’t worry though! He’s okay! He lives in Spoonerville, a single father to Max- a Magi pup. They’re living under the radar, no one knows they’re a family of Magi and they’re happy. Also… Goofy may or may not remember Donald and Mickey… ;)

Mickey, much like Goofy, was very bright-hearted, but he was loyal to a fault which Magica knew she could manipulate. As far as Mickey knows, Magica’s side is right- it’s the good side, and they’re trying to help people, trying to free people… he doesn’t realize Magica’s taking an extreme, that Magica doesn’t want to free people but rule them herself. He’s also been told an exaggerated story of Donald’s rejection/castout, and therefore thinks Donald’s version of the tale is very forgiving. He thinks Goofy ran away, because Goofy wasn’t willing to do some of the things Magica asked of them. 

After Donald finds out the truth about Magica, though, he manages to get through to Mickey and Mickey takes Donald’s side in the end, fighting with him against Magica. They go looking for Goofy afterwards. What happens once they find him, though…

ends with Uno giving Donald a bedroom (because he’s “tired of watching Donald sleep on the floor”) on the 151st floor? this one :D and sorry for my english ^v^"

This one I think!

Sorry it took me forever to find it (but that was partly because I’m so rarely on PC anymore hgdsjk)

Your English is fine, it’s alright! My comprehension just flies out the window after work is all :)

My first doodles of 2019 are of Dark Ducks Lite Magica casting a sleeping spell on and manipulating a baby Donald

Nice

(Yep. Im making a Dark Ducks Lite animatic/picture series to My Lullaby from Lion King 2, fite me)

Dark Ducks Lite AU, after Donald reunites with his family. So much context here is lost without the rest of the story but, what can ya do XD Also this isn’t in the actual AU but is more of a what if....

(In case you're unaware, Dark Ducks Lite has pre-established Duno, so yes this has Duno in it)

Anyway I'm on mobile so annoyingly enough i can't do page breaks or read mores sorry <~<

Edit: Putting in a proper page break and read more on PC at home now

This couldn’t be happening.

“Uno, I know you want to come, but- but it’s dangerous out there, moreso for you than any of us.”

He should have known not to let Donald go with them.

“But what if you get hurt out there? No offense, Donald, but I don’t trust your... family... even half as far as I could throw them inside a locked broom closet.”

As the old duck stumbled into the tower with Donald in his arms, Uno was already halfway across the room, eyes locked onto the deep red seeping through the black and white suit- the torn cape, the missing mask, the hole in his chest...

“Ach, don’t worry about it! I’ll keep an eye on him. Nothin’ bad’ll happen, ye’ll see.”

“Uno-” McDuck started, but Uno was already taking Donald away from the old miser- he had to act fast, the duck wasn’t breathing- too much blood, the bullet wound much too close to the heart. McDuck tried to call out to him, but Uno had already turned away, a simple thought bringing the tower around them to life as it moved to his will, a makeshift infirmary forming within seconds.

“I don’t like you, McDuck. I don’t trust you. But Donald does. I don’t know why- you’ve done nothing but cause us trouble since falling back into Donald’s life. But if Donald’s willing to trust you... then I’m willing to try. I want your word. Swear to me on your honour that you will keep him safe.”

It was mere seconds between Donald and McDuck entering the 151st floor and Donald being laid on the bed, the magically-advanced technology of Uno’s creator quickly getting to work. Yet still the duck wouldn’t breath.

“Ye have my word. I’ll keep the lad safe.”

“Uno,” McDuck tried again, grabbing the Droid’s shoulder. Uno shoved his hand away, causing the old duck to stumble back- the Mundane had nothing on the strength of a Droid.

Especially an angry Droid.

Uno had only felt such a shockwave of emotion once- but it had been a very different emotion. The feeling of having a friend he could trust in- of having a lover he could rely on- the feeling of, for the first time in his life, being able to open up and be close to someone... having someone who trusted, who loved him back, someone who was open with him- who told him everything, who taught him so much- who saw him for the person he was and not the machine society claimed him to be- who turned his lonely existence into a life worth living.

And here it was, all slipping away.

“You promised!”

His chest hurt in a way it hadn’t, not since the news of his Magi creator’s death reached the tower. His throat tight, an ache forming behind his eyes- stinging, an unfamiliar, light, pricking feeling- it was so hard to breathe, and his hands scrambled to make the machine work faster- to make Donald breathe. He could feel everything falling apart around him and felt so powerless.

Biologicals, Mundane or Magi, were all so fragile.

Life was fragile.

“You said you’d keep him safe!”

“Listen tae me-” McDuck almost begged, but Uno didn’t turn back to him. His shoulders sagged in relief as Donald finally- finally- took in that breath, ragged and raspy though it was. “I tried-”

“Get out,” Uno growled before he could even consider what to do next. His hand tightened on the bed as data flew by on the screens. The chances of recovery were astronomical at best- even with the rapid repair of the damage, it had been enough to be irreversible.

He had to save Donald. But this time he knew better.

McDuck was a liability. He was dangerous.

“Ye don’t understand-”

“Get out,” Uno continued, slowly turning to look at McDuck with fire burning in his chest. “Get out of my floor, get out of my tower, and get out of my life!”

McDuck looked almost afraid as Uno effortlessly stood back up to his full height, fists clenched by his side and tears slipping, uncontrolled, down his cheeks.

The tears did nothing to dampen the hurt and hatred in his eyes.

“Stay away from Donald,” he almost whispered, not moving from his spot next to the injured duck. “Stay away from Donald. You were gone for twenty years. We don’t need you to survive.”

McDuck straightened up himself, refusing to be cowed by an overemotional Droid. Twenty years had passed since he lost his nephew- he wasn’t about to lose him again. “Now Uno, if ye’d just listen to me-”

“Leave!” Clearly it was the last warning. The tower didn’t hesitate to obey its master’s silent command, weapons McDuck had never even known existed flying out of the walls, the floor, the ceiling- everywhere.

And they all pointed at McDuck.

McDuck silently reviewed the situation. He knew he was powerless.

Clearing his throat, he said, “I’ll come back when you’re thinking a little more clearly.” He backed away, never breaking eye contact with the Droid- the Droid who looked so hurt, so defensive, so protective standing over McDuck’s nephew, hands trembling and head held high as he glared down at McDuck.

Head held high even as his entire world lay, dying, in that bed.

“For the record,” Scrooge added, gaze falling softly to Donald’s prone form, “he saved my life. I only hope ye can save his.”

Then McDuck had left, and the tower’s defenses seemed to die as Uno’s shoulders fell, his anger crumbling into despair. He turned back to Donald, staring at the data on the screen. It would take a miracle to save Donald.

Uno never believed in miracles.

He took a breath that didn’t soothe his synthetic lungs. The fire in his chest didn’t fade away- the burning in his throat, the aching in his head, the stinging in his eyes... but it calmed him, somewhat.

Uno didn’t believe in miracles.

He’d have to make one himself.

Dark Ducks Lite AU! I basically rushed drawing everything of this, because it's in my head and I want to make it but I have woooork.

I have to clock in in like 7 mins but here, have some villain/grey morality Donald.

Please write an AU where Magica raises Donald as her own or as some sort of apprentice or whatever. Please. THE ANGST BETWEEN HIM AND SCROOGE AND DELLA PLEASE!

Actually! In the Dark Ducks Lite AU where Donald has magic and there’s heavy tension between the Mundane (non-magical) and Magi population, after an accident that causes seven-year-old Donald to run away (being only seven, he misinterpreted his family’s reaction as rejection) Magica takes him in to raise and train him alongside some other young Magi who have been rejected by their Mundane families (including Mickey and Goofy

So technically that picture I posted earlier today is one such universe where Magica raises Donald.

So you know the Dark Ducks Lite AU one shot you made a while ago about the aftermath of hdl finding out that Donald was their uncle; would you ever consider writing anything about the scene directly before? I was wondering how that would go down.

Actually! I do intend to write that out one day, but I also want to create an animatic of the scene where Della, Scrooge and Gladstone realize Donald is PK.

So yes, not only WOULD I consider it, I actually plan to :)

So I wrote a small Dark Ducks Lite AU thing (oneshot? Drabble? Idk) so here.

Context; This society has three classes of people; Mundane (non-magic biological folk), Magi (magic folk) and Androids (non-biological folk). Donald is a Magi from a family of Mundane. A childhood accident with his magic left both him and Della scarred, and in a terrible misunderstanding Donald ran away afterwards, feeling like his family was rejecting him. A little over 20 years later he lives in Duckburg as Paperinik, living in Ducklair Tower with Uno, an Android (who are below both Mundane and Magi in the social class system). An event in the city led him to kidnapping Scrooge, Gladstone, Della and Della’s children (and Webby), none of whom know Paperinik is Donald. Donald reveals his identity, to the adults’ shock and the children’s confusion, and Donald learns they never told the children about him. He is not surprised, and further solidifies his idea that he was rejected from the family. This scene is directly after.

“Wait!”

The masked duck stopped and turned to look sharply at the green-clad duckling and his brothers and sister. They skid to a stop, each running into the next in line until Louie was knocked off his feet.

Donald didn’t move, instead watching as the duckling in red pulled his fallen triplet to his feet.

“We don’t understand,” Dewey spoke up, stepping around his brothers. There was a strange look in his eyes, and Donald’s gaze slid upwards as the three adults came to a stop behind the kids.

Scrooge looked wary and Della... he wasn’t sure. She looked worried. Gladstone just looked upset. This wasn’t ideal to any of them.

A strange energy was coursing through the building. Donald knew Uno wasn’t happy he let them out of their cells, but Donald- better than anyone else- knew that the building itself was the best cage possible, when Uno wanted it to be.

They couldn’t go anywhere the Droid and Magi didn’t want them to.

“If you’ve been in Duckburg this whole time, why didn’t you just- come home? Why haven’t we ever met you? Or heard of you?!” Louie demanded, pointing accusingly at Donald. As if it was his fault. 

He would have laughed, if it wasn’t so... sad.

“I don’t go where I’m not welcome,” Donald answered simply, staring his twin in the eyes. She seemed surprised by his words, but before she could say anything he added, “As for why you’ve never heard of me, ask them. They’re the ones who didn’t tell you about your Magi uncle.”

“Magi?” Huey’s words stumbled in his shock. “You mean you’re-”

“What else would disgrace one of the McDuck heirs?” Donald snorted, turning away from the people he had once called his family. “Ever wondered how your mother got that scar?”

Of course it hadn’t been on purpose, but the children had no way of knowing that. They had no way of knowing Donald, only seven years old, had lost control of his magic. That it had exploded when he was right in front of Della- that the matching scar, hidden under his mask, was just as accidental as his sister’s.

“Uncle Donald-”

He didn’t know which one said it. It didn’t matter, though. He whipped around and snapped, “Don’t call me that!”

His words shocked the children into silence, and Della moved closer to her children and honorary niece. Or daughter. Donald wasn’t sure. Webby didn’t call Della ‘mom’ so he doubted she was related biologically to them.

“But- you’re our uncle,” Dewey stuttered, blinking. It was an action Donald recognized from years of looking at himself in the mirror- wondering why he wasn’t good enough, what made him so bad, blinking back tears as he tried so hard not to hate himself. To not feel so hurt.

“You don’t even know me,” Donald told the child, tensing up and lifting his chin. He refused to let all his childhood doubts flood back in. “None of you do.”

“Then- let us get to know you!” Webby finally spoke up, pleading as she stepped away from Donald’s twin. None of the adults stopped her, though they looked as tense as Donald felt. “Let us help you!”

“Help me?” he snorted. Sure, he was technically a villain- petty thievery, vengeance and, now, kidnapping were on his neat little record, and he had control over basically every criminal ring in the city by now. Help? It was laughable. “Why would you possibly want to help me?”

“Because whether you like it or not, you’re family,” Huey spoke up, determined. “And family helps family.”

The words were familiar, even though he hadn’t heard them in over twenty years. Not since he was seven, not since he fled their anger and rejection. 

They made him feel cold, though, and the silence that fell was heavy, like a burden none of them knew what to do with. It was suffocating, and Donald stared at them, gaze turning colder with every passing second.

Gladstone, at the very least, seemed to realize the hypocrisy behind the lesson they had instilled into these children. He looked away, an expression almost akin to shame settling behind his eyes.

“So you’re still saying that old motto, huh?” Donald almost laughed as he looked at his uncle, sister and cousin. “Funny, considering you didn’t even tell them I existed.” His gaze dropped back to the children. “I learned a long time ago that family doesn’t always help family. There are exceptions to every rule.”

He flicked his cape and turned around, continuing down the cold metal hallway.

“And I’ve always been that exception.”

I made a sketch today.

What’s that, you didn’t ask for gray morality anti-heroes Donald and Uno? Well I did.

This is supposedly Dark Ducks Lite AU, where they’re not actually villains/bad guys (this is why Donald’s mask is different from usual) but they’re not heroes, either. They’re just trying to survive in a world that’s against them, yo. (context- Uno is an Android and Donald is a Magi, who are both feared/shunned classes of their society who are not protected by the law, which is made by and for the Mundane (non-magic biological folk) so yeah)

Also I’m usually better at fabric/capes than that but I dunno what happened, my hand decided it didn’t want to do decent today.

So I do completely 100% plan on actually properly inking and shading this. Really, I do. But I thought I’d share this anyway, just a lazy doodle that took the better part of five hours... *cough*

So who remembers that AU I babbled a bit about a while ago? This is kind of a scene from it. This is after Donald and Uno have become friends, but before their relationship becomes “more.” They’ve known each other for two years at this point, meaning it’s about 10 years before the story of the AU begins. A winter storm knocked out the power on the 151st floor, the Tower being abandoned and not very well kept leaving it vulnerable, and Donald uses magic and his cape to keep both himself and Uno warm (because, y’know, the cold is actually dangerous to machines, too- in fact I’d say Uno is probably more susceptible to the cold than Donald is). Uno is iffy about fire, but he knows Donald well enough by now to know Donald won’t let it get out of control.

Donald’s hand is gold, yes. If you read my magic!Donald story, Gold Feathers, you’ll know that I like the idea that magic comes with physical changes. For Donald, it slowly over time, as he uses it, turns his feathers gold, extending from his fingers/palm where he channels his magic (usually with a staff).

Not pictured here; Donald’s mask and left glove are on the floor next to him, and on the right side of his face there’s a very identifying scar that like the numbskull I am I forgot to put in. Yay.

Also yeah I made his costume black and white. Sue me.