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seldomscilence16 · 7 months

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Whumptober day 16:

"Would you lie with me, and just forget the world?"

Gurney | flatline | "Don't go where I can't follow."

Fandom: Ducktales

Prompts used: all

So didnt think this was gonna go where it went but uh, it did. Based heavily on a tumblr post/story that did it way better than me, but some angst none the less. However as with most all my stories, the whole… clone thing? Yeah… nah. April May and June are their own birds and typically based off of the Legend of the 3 cabs show versions of them. So 🫶🏻

TW for temporary character death, near death experiences, implied child abuse, and children in dangerous situations.

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It's dark.

Quiet, the world was full of noise at all times, but this, this was the absence of everything.

A glimmer of golden moon light, he looks towards it, a familiar scene plays out before his eyes.

Donald, maybe 6 years old, is wandering around Grandma Ducks farm, looking for something- no someone. He's still wearing the stiff material his parents like to put him in, which means he'd- no they'd- just been dropped off. He finds Della lying on the roof of the barn, skirt already covered in hay and dirt, hair pulled down from whatever hair do their mother had insisted on.

"You know Gramma doesn't like us up here." Donald's voice is hoarse from disuse, but his sister has always been able to understand him best.

"I needed to be somewhere high. Above their reach." Della responds, and older Donald remembers this. Remembers how angry his sister had been that day, how their parents had been insufferable. Tufts of hair and feathers had been pulled as they were made 'presentable'. "Would you lie with me, and just forget the world?" She finally asks, hand reached out to him.

He doesn't hesitate, taking her hand and laying beside her. They stare at the sky, matching bruised wrists pressed together, and forget.

Donald thinks about the couple years after that, before they moved in with Uncle Scrooge, and how many times they felt lost until they could look up at the sky together and simply be.

The golden glow takes on the slightest hue of red, like a sunrise over a pile of treasure, and Donald really has no other options in this black nothingness, than to watch.

He's older, maybe 12, and they're on an adventure. It's a rare one, Gladstone and Fethry allowed to join, and Donald can see his younger selves anxiety as the threes antics play out. Uncle Scrooge, for his part, is trying to figure out a riddle of some kind to get the entrance open.

Fethry is the one to actually figure it out, giggling with glee when the rock slides away to reveal the entrance. Scrooge is mildly impressed- though he wouldn't show it of course- and Donald ruffles the boy's hat/head in his place, Della whooping and Gladstone groaning out a 'finally' even as he grins at Fethry.

They head inside, following the old man's lead as he makes his way carefully, torch held high- because why use a flashlight?- and open book in hand. Some legend or other, some treasure he had to have, on an adventure he had to prove he could do. Donald didn't mind it, really it could be fun and he loved learning new stuff- Fethry and Della are messing around, a foot steps where it shouldn't, Donald is in front of them before he really thinks about it.

Something always went wrong.

Seeing it from the outside is strange, watching his younger self get punctured by several arrows. At the time he hadnt been able to take in his families reactions, and the aftermath had been lectures and the likes, but seeing it now… seeing Uncle Scrooges terror as he rushes back, Della and Fethrys screams he hadnt heard over his own falll, Gladstones paralyzed form as terror wide eyes stared at Donalds fallen form. He gets to watch the panic and fear and tears, from the temple all the way to the nearest hospital, how they all try to follow the gurney and are held back.

Donald hadn't realized they'd cared that much… Was it like that everytime? Or… just in the beginning, when they didnt use these things to their advantage? Donald knows it's gotten better- after so much worse happened first- but he wonders… right now, are they worried like this, or are they there at all?

Della had always assumed their times would come together. Even when she was on the moon, she figured she'd live and miraculously drop dead as Donald did on Earth and they'd reunite in the beyond and yell and hug and-

Or… as a kid, she worried it would end in a hospital before his time. He'd be injured because of her or another family member, and they'd all be gathered- or so many missing, why did they always leave when Donald needed them most?- around a too still form as a heart rate monitor flat lines in a high final tone.

Her heart has yet to calm, she's staring blankly before her, at a machine meant to destroy all adventure- meant to destroy her family- and yet… the only one missing is her brother, the duck ready to sacrifice himself for his loved ones at any given moment. The one who was dropped into an angry red ball of lightning, even after Scrooge signed that damned contract.

The machine was shut down moments after, moments too late, and the rage that had overtaken Della in that moment… figures she’d understand Donald after he was…

The ensuing battle was a mess, Della had seen red for most of it, Donalds bandmates had shown up to save Scrooge from a direct blast from the sword of swanstentine, and Louie and Huey had found a hole in the contract, and the family had won-

"Where's Uncle Donald??" Dewey is the first to ask, his brothers look around,

"He was on the platform with you guys wasnt he mom?" Huey looks imploringly at the adults before him, and Della falls to her knees.

"Mom!?"

Scrooge places a heavy hand on her shoulder, eyes teary as he tries to look at the children slowly gathering before them.

"Yer Uncle… well he-"

"No. Nonono, don't finish that sentence." Louie cuts him off, eyes wet and lower beak wobbling, "It's Uncle Donald. It's ridiculous how much he can go through and still come back. We need him so he has to be… he's fine!" Huey and Dewey are on either side of him, Webby has his hoodie squeezed in her fist, Violet and Lena are behind her, Gosolyn and Boyd inching closer to Dewey and Huey respectively.

Everyone else is closing in behind them, those who understand looking lost and shocked, and looking back at the machine like he'd just… waltz out of it.

Della sobs, something deep and bitter and broken, a wail so loud her ancestors must feel her pain. The clouds had dispersed with their victory, the sun mocks her as tragedy shakes the unshakable family.

"Della? Whats wrong?" The crackly voice is unmistakable, Della fears she is hearing things, that she'll find his ghost when she lowers her eyes, but Scrooges gasp,

"Donald Duck."

"Uncle Scrooge. What's everyone doing? Did we lose?"

Donald is being supported by José and Panchito on either side- Della hadn't seen them leave, just as she hadn't seen them arrive- he looks drained, a gray tinge to his form and darkness beneath his eyes. He'd only been gone a few moments but he looks like he went through hell to get back- and well maybe he did.

Della stumbles towards him at full speed, sure the others are right behind her, and tackles him to the ground. He wheezes, feeling too thin beneath her arms, but hugs back just as tight,

"I swear Donald, never do that again! Don't go where I can't follow. I… can't do this without you." She whispers it, a moment for them alone, voice trembling as she buries her teary face in his shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I'm here now." He runs a hand through her hair, one more long moment before she moves and a pile of children replace her.

"Uncle Donald!" The chorus is music to his ears, he'd thought he'd never hear it again.

He thought he'd drift in a black void, his thoughts his only company, forever. He felt weakened with every memory, sucked dry and hopeless as he realized his many mistakes and had his trauma bared before him. Seeing José's glowing green eyes had startled him into a squawk he hadn't realized he could release in the silence. His shadow form was practically invisible with no light to define him, but his hand had led Donald home. What had felt like a lifetime, had been mere minutes, but he was glad he didn't miss too much. He wanted to see the- his- kids grow up.

And give this whole family thing another shot.

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shychick-52 · 1 year

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Argh, I miss DuckTales so damn much. It sometimes hurts to rewatch it. And to this day, I am a teary mess when I watch 'The Last Adventure'.

Heck, reading The Art of DuckTales and about how truly passionate the cast and production team were about the show up to the finale, and how emotional they were in making 'The Last Adventure' and saying goodbye to what was a labor of love from the very beginning... it huuuurts my heart.

On the anniversary of the series finale- March 15th- it hits me worse than ever.

This Duckburg Life and DuckTales World Showcase Adventure were fun projects, but still not the same.

It's really sad how small- how dead- the fandom is now. Heck, I feel like nobody cares about it anymore. And I've observed for awhile now that new DT stories on AO3 (not just my own) hardly get any hits.

The show is very dear to me because it was there during two very, very difficult times in my life- the aftermath of a terrible bout with cancer in 2017 (it took me over two years to walk again after a tumor invaded my spine and messed up my mobility) and then when Covid hit around the start of season 3. And the episode 'Astro B.O.Y.D.' (very dear to my heart) only increased my love of the character Gyro, and inspired my enjoyment of really analyzing him, writing my own fanfiction on AO3 where I met some of my closest mutuals, and eventually joining Tumblr where I continued to share my content and headcanons with the fandom.

But the nature of fandom in general changed from when I was last in it. Very few people have the time or even the patience to hold actual discussions about their favorite characters, episodes, etc. And for me personally (especially because I have no art skills whatsoever), that's where so much of the fun comes from when I'm not writing. I miss forums/message boards. I know there's Discord, but that's much too fast-paced and overwhelming. Being in fandom in this day-and-age can be a very lonely experience. People don't want engagement... they only want what they can consume in seconds or less (which is one of the reasons even fanfiction consumption seems to be at an all-time low).

Edit- this post isn't showing up on my dash for some reason. Did it show up for anyone else?? Weird.

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #fandom

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zelda-cooper · 1 year

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Well... Hi, it's Beatriz again and this time... I came to share about my Darkwing Duck Fancomic that I'm doing with my friend @anniesilveratl2room and that we're already in the production of the first chapter. She's still in the process of making the reference sheets for the characters and our OCs that will appear in the comic, but sometime later this year the first chapter will definitely be released.

We're both doing the scripts and coming up with ideas for future chapters, she's doing the art for the comic and I'm writing the dialogue and stuff. We wanted to do it as a reboot of the original Darkwing Duck series based on what was shown in the 2017 Ducktales series and also some stuff from the canonical comics and ideas from their OWN writers and the original series.

But I also wanted to give a heads up that... Our Fancomic is going to be a lot darker and more realistic in tone than we've been shown in canon media and will also have certain Headcanons and changes that we're going to make to give more weight to the story and the aftermath of it . Like, for example, exploring more of Darkwing's arrogant personality and the problems of this in his life, grief, deaths, the consequences of villain mutations and how the past influences all people. The focus of the story will be on DEVELOPMENT, both in the universe and in ALL characters. For those who want to ask about the project, feel free. That's it... BYE!!! ^^

#ducktales #tapas comic #darkwing duck #darkwing oc #darkwing duck au #fan comic

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roman-and-azathoth · 1 year

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Headcanon

Donald is the one who tells Sora not to give up on Riku during the events of KH2. He saw the aftermath of Magicka with Lena and his nephews during the events of Ducktales, and knows how damaging that situation is firsthand.

Give Donald more depth in KH he deserved so much better than "SoRa CaNt CoUnT"

#kingdom hearts #headcanon #au #donald duck #ducktales #sora

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scottpetersen · 1 year

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Compare/Contrast of Webby Vanderquack And Omega

Ok. Here I’ll be doing a compare/contrast between Webby Vanderquack and Omega. It occurred to me that these 2 have quite a bit in common but are also a bit different. Also, Spoiler Alert for the DuckTales (2017) TV series and the Star Wars The Bad Batch TV series. With that out of the way, let’s dive right in.

Both of them have been kept isolated for a large portion of their lives. As shown and stated in the episode ‘Woo-oo!’, Webby was mostly kept in McDuck Manor for most of her life. And as shown in the episode ‘Aftermath’, Omega was kept on the planet Kamino for most of his life. One of the differences between them here, though, is that Webby only had to rebel against the person who kept her from the outside world at first whereas Omega, after gaining her freedom, had to rebel against the people who kept her from the outside world (or in Omega’s case, the outside galaxy) from that point on. As also shown in the episode ‘Escape To/From Atlantas!’, Webby went against her grandmother Bentina Beakley’s wishes for her not to go out before Bentina ultimately decided to allow Webby to go out into the world whereas as also shown in the episode ‘Aftermath’, Omega had to escape along with the Bad Batch from the kaminoans and was on the run from them ever since. Also, another difference between them are the kinds of people who kept them from going out. Bentina was a good person who genuinely cared about Webby as shown in the episode ‘Daytrip Of Doom’ where she went to go save Webby whereas the kaminoans who wanted Omega back were bad people and most of them didn’t actually care about Omega as shown in the episode ‘Bounty Lost’ where their prime minister Lama Su ordered Nala Se to terminate Omega once her DNA was extracted. However, that being said, there was one kaminoan who genuinely cared about Omega. That kaminoan was Nala Se. And Omega also had the Bad Batch to keep her safe too. On that note, another similarity between Webby and Omega here is that they have people who was willing to keep them safe and let them have their freedom. As I’ve already mentioned, as shown in the episode ‘Daytrip Of Doom’, Bentina went out to save Webby and was still willing to let Webby go out afterwards. And as revealed in the episode ‘Bounty Lost’, Nala Se hired a bounty hunter to keep Omega safe even if that didn’t involve bringing her back and the Bad Batch were also willing to travel throughout the galaxy if it meant saving Omega even though they also knew that they would probably have to go up against Cad Bane, one of the most dangerous bounty hunters in the galaxy. The difference between Bentina and Nala Se there, though, is that Bentina was more willing to use a hands-on approach since she showed up in person while Nala Se was more willing to use a hands-off approach to help Omega since she hired a bounty hunter to do it on her behalf. Also, the similarity between Bentina and the Bad Batch there is that both Bentina and the Bad Batch were willing to use a hands-on approach to help Omega. The difference between Bentina and the Bad Batch here, though, is that Bentina wanted to keep just how dangerous the world can be from Webby as a way of protecting her from it as shown in the episode ‘The Lost Harp Of Mervana’ where she kept her suspicions about the mermaids from Webby because she didn’t want it to shatter Webby’s optimism whereas the Bad Batch was fully willing to tell Omega just how dangerous the galaxy can be as shown in the episode ‘Rampage’ where they told Omega about slave trade because they wanted her to know what they were up against during their mission to free Muchi from the zygerrians. I think the reason for this is because Bentina was used to keeping Webby in a single household and thus away from the ugliness of the outside world whereas the Bad Batch had to travel to the outside galaxy in order to keep Omega away from the kaminoans which means they already knew that they had to tell Omega about the ugliness of the outside galaxy sooner or later.

Both of them adored a certain group of people that they turned out to be related to. As shown in the episode ‘Woo-oo!’, Webby adored Scrooge McDuck and the McDuck family. And as shown in the episode ‘Aftermath’, Omega adored the Bad Batch. Also, as revealed in the episode ‘The Last Adventure Part 3: Tale’s End’, Webby was related to the McDuck family since she was genetically engineered from the genetic template of Scrooge McDuck. And as stated in the episode ‘Aftermath’, Omega was related to the Bad Batch since they were all genetically engineered from the genetic template of Jango Fett. So, both Webby and Omega were related to the McDuck family and the Bad Batch respectively because of genetic engineering which also means that Webby and Omega were both born through genetic engineering. The difference between them there, though, is how the genetic engineering made them related. Since Webby was created from Scrooge McDuck’s DNA, she was technically Scrooge’s daughter and also technically Huey, Dewey and Louie’s cousin. And since Omega and the Bad Batch were all created from the same genetic template, that made Omega the Bad Batch’s sister.

Both of them are children who have been given combat training in order to help them survive whatever the world (or in Omega’s case, the galaxy) throws at them. As stated in the episode ‘McMystery At McDuck Manor’, every year, Bentina escorts Webby to a secret island to help her brush up on her survival skills. And as shown in the episode ‘Decommissioned’, Echo was helping Omega practice her aim with her energy bow. The difference between them here, though, is how much skill they’ve attained so far. As shown in the episode ‘Escape From The ImpossiBin!’, Webby had already become very skilled in terms of combat to the point that she easily took down Huey and Dewey and also briefly held her own against Bentina who, as shown in the episode ‘From The Confidential Casefiles Of Agent 22!’, was a very skilled agent who worked for SHUSH whereas Omega, as shown in the episode ‘Decommissioned’, was still learning how to use a weapon. Furthermore, another difference between Webby and Omega here is that Webby was trained her entire life to be a great fighter whereas Omega was stuck as Nala Se’s lab assistant for most of her life which means that she didn’t receive that much combat training. Also, another similarity between Webby and Omega here is that their not-so-normal childhoods allowed them to develop skills in other areas too. Webby was pretty knowledgeable about government history as shown in the episode ‘Nothing Can Stop Della Duck!’, where she knew that the government claimed that fizzy rock firework cake was not safe after all the lawsuits which she likely learned from studying with her grandmother Bentina since Bentina, as shown in the episode ‘From The Confidential Casefiles Of Agent 22’, worked as an agent for the spy organization SHUSH. And as shown in the episode ‘Battle Scars’, Omega was able to deduce that Rex was a generation 1 clone by looking at the lines on his face. The difference between them there is that Webby’s upbringing allowed her to be well versed when it comes to government policies whereas Omega’s upbringing allowed her to be well versed when it comes to clones. On that note, despite their upbringings, both Webby and Omega are pretty optimistic and that optimism has a way paying off. As shown in the episode ‘Storkules In Duckburg!’, Webby was optimistic that she can train the harpies and get them under control and that optimism paid off when she did just that by figuring out that the harpies like lemonade. And as shown in the episode ‘Rescue On Ryloth’, Omega was optimistic that Hera Syndulla’s family can be saved despite the Bad Batch’s doubts and that optimism paid off when they were able to do just that by relying on Hera’s familiarity with Ryloth.

Both of them were being hunted down by people who have use for them because of their unique genes. As shown in the episode ‘The Last Adventure Part 3: Tale’s End!’, FOWL was after Webby because of the fact that since she was genetically engineered from the genetic template of Scrooge McDuck, she was the only one who could find the Papyrus Of Binding, a magical artifact that can make anything that’s written on it into a reality. And one of the things that was written on it was that only a “direct descendant” of Scrooge McDuck could find the Papyrus Of Binding. And since Webby was genetically engineered from Scrooge McDuck’s DNA, that technically made her Scrooge’s “direct descendant”. And as revealed in the episode ‘Bounty Lost’, the reason why the kaminoans were after Omega was because Omega was the only clone other than Boba Fett who had pure Jango Fett DNA. And with Boba’s disappearance, that made Omega the only available donor that could help the kaminoans’ cloning experiments. The difference between them here is that Webby was being hunted down because of the Papyrus Of Binding which is magical whereas Omega was being hunted down because of cloning which was scientific.

Well, that’s all for this post.

See you all next time.

#disney #ducktales #ducktales (2017)#webby vanderquack #star wars #star wars the bad batch #omega #spoilers

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catboygirling · 2 years

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Damian's Fic Masterlist: Ducktales 2017

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total fics: 20

first: May 2020

latest: October 2021

The First Chills of Winter

Rating: G

Pairing: Gen (optionally José Carioca/Panchito Pistoles)

Word Count: 322

Oneshot

Posted May 2nd, 2020

The aftermath of Panchito not knowing how snow works.

Can’t shake these midnight thoughts

Rating: G

Pairing: Gen (Donald & José)

Word Count: 467

Oneshot

Posted May 14th, 2020

José remembered what his dad told him about magic. That using too much all at once took its toll. It makes you paranoid, anxious. You interpret things wrong, hear things that aren’t there. He didn’t need to worry. It was just his imagination getting carried away from a magic overdose.

The aftermath of the Caballeros’ first adventure. Emotional turmoil included.

A Brood of Creditors

Rating: G

Pairing: Gen

Word Count: 209

Oneshot

Posted August 30th, 2020

One morning, you hear a knocking at your door. Curious, you glance out the window. Three ducklings. Strange.

In which the McDuck clan is an organized crime family, and you’re unfortunate enough to be a debtor in Duckburg.

It Makes an Ass out of You and Me

Rating: G

Pairing: José Carioca/Donald Duck/Panchito Pistoles

Word Count: 486

Oneshot

Posted October 9th, 2020

When you spend eleven years on the moon, you tend to make some assumptions about the things that have happened since you left.

Aka: Three related but unconnected oneshots of Della vastly overestimating Donald’s romantic capabilities.

And Now I’m Home Again

Rating: G

Paring: Gen (ambiguously José Carioca/Donald Duck/Panchito Pistoles)

Word Count: 765

Oneshot

Posted December 21st, 2020

Donald was alone in his houseboat, as usual.

It usually didn’t feel so lonely.

In which I post an old fic that I thought was still kind of cute.

Servant of Evil

Rating: T

Pairing: Gen (Della & Donald)

Warnings: Major Character Death

Word Count: 1.5k

Oneshot, part 1/2 of Servant of Evil

Posted July 9th, 2021

“Della.”

She looked up from her writing, and did a double take when she saw who was standing in her doorway.

She laughed. “Oh, hey Donald!” He was wearing one of her yellow dresses, and his hair was out of its usual ponytail. “I almost didn’t recognize you!”

He stiffened, not even smirking at her statement. “That’s sort of the plan, actually…”

Regret Message

Rating: G

Pairing: Gen (Della & Dewey)

Word Count: 794

Oneshot, part 2/2 of Servant of Evil

Posted August 7th, 2021

Della Duck was dead.

She was killed in the uprising years ago, in a public execution watched by many a long-suffering peasant. It was practically a kingdom-wide holiday. At last, the daughter of evil had been vanquished.

That’s what everyone thought, anyway.

2. Choking

Rating: G

Pairing: Gen

Word Count: 713

Oneshot, 1/25 part of Damian’s Whumptober 2021

Posted October 2nd, 2021

Della wakes up on the moon.

4. Pushed

Rating: G

Pairing: Gen

Word Count: 1.4k

Oneshot, part 4/25 of Damian’s Whumptober 2021

Posted October 5th, 2021

Donald was tired. Tired of being ignored, tired of everyone acting like their ideals were more important than his, tired of having to deal with his curse of loving a family that was in life-threatening danger on a daily basis.

Who knew that a brick being thrown through his window would change all of that?

7. Losing Control

Rating: T

Pairing: José Carioca/Donald Duck/Panchito Pistoles

Wordcount: 2k

Oneshot, part 7/25 of Damian’s Whumptober 2021

Posted October 7th, 2021

José’s been acting weird. Panchito would question it, but he’s a bit busy running for his life at the moment.

8. Definitely Just A Cold

Rating: G

Pairing: Gen (Donald & Louie)

Word Count: 1.1k

Oneshot, part 8/25 of Damian’s Whumptober 2021

Posted October 8th, 2021

Hanahaki doesn’t kill. It’s chronic, not terminal.

That doesn’t make it any less of a pain, especially when your kids start worrying about it, too.

10. Hospital

Rating: G

Pairing: Gen (Della & Donald)

Word Count: 1.4k

Oneshot, part 10/25 of Damian’s Whumptober 2021

Posted October 11th, 2021

Della pays Donald a visit at the hospital after the Moonvasion.

12. Begging

Rating: G

Pairing: Gen (Huey & Louie)

Word Count: 687

Oneshot, part 12/25 of Damian’s Whumptober 2021

Posted October 13th, 2021

“You need to stay awake, okay?”

The smaller duck clung to him with chilled, trembling fingers. “H-Huey, I don’t-”

“Please, Louie. Stay awake. So I know you’re okay.”

14. Beaten

Rating: G

Pairing: Gen

Word Count: 423

Oneshot, part 14/25 of Damian’s Whumptober 2021

Posted October 15th, 2021

Louie’s grounded and slowly going stir-crazy.

17. Please Don’t Move

Rating: T

Pairing: Gen (Huey & Dewey & Louie)

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Word Count: 708

Oneshot, part 17/25 of Damian’s Whumptober 2021

Posted October 18th, 2021

Theoretically, Huey knew how to set a broken bone, and he knew how to bandage one. But knowing how to do something and actually doing it are very, very different things. Especially when it was your little brother on the ground, sobbing in agony over a broken leg and not a training dummy.

20. Solitary Confinement

Rating: G

Pairing: Gen

Word Count: 354

Oneshot, part 20/25 of Damian’s Whumptober 2021

Posted October 21st, 2021

Donald is stuck on a deserted island.

23. Pursuit

Rating: G

Pairing: Gen

Word Count: 169

Oneshot, part 23/25 of Damian’s Whumptober 2021

Posted October 23rd, 2021

Magica tries to find her brother.

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #fic masterlist #dv

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aftermathfanfic · 1 year

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Behold! A shiny new cover for Aftermath, drawn up by the talented @poppyseed-art! Yeah, I probably should’ve had a cover sorted out at the start of the story rather than halfway through, but hey! Better to deliver late than never!

#aftermath #ducktales #ducktales aftermath #dewey duck #dt17 dewey #webby vanderquack #dt17 webby #huey duck #dt17 huey #louie duck #dt17 louie #fanfiction #fanfic cover

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popculturebuffet · 1 year

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Ever think Della and Beakley's conflict in parenting and discipline in Timephoon paralelles Goofy and Pete's in A Goofy Movie with Beakley and Pete trying to get Goofy and Della to be better at disciplining and assertiveness as a parent. Plus Della finding out Louie was responsible for the Timephoon and Goofy finding out Max changed the map cause both involve a struggling parent who thought their kids could do no wrong until they find out in a bad way just how wrong they are.

I hadn't but it makes good sense. And it's also intresting because while it's a similar situation, the nuances make both far diffrent. For a Goofy Movie, Max and Goofy were both wrong: Max could've just been honest but early on Goofy was trying way to hard to railroad the trip into just what he wanted, so for all Max knew he wouldn't say yes, especially after the assembly fiasco. This likely woudln't off been an issue if they just talked and Goofy refusing to talk AFTER only made things worse. A large point of the movie is that commuincation is the real key to parenting, and takes both parent and child being honest. Pete is framed, RIGHTLY as an abusive parent whose only right by concidence because he never listens to PJ, just commands. It's where the two seperate as Pete.. is portrayed as a bad person simply having a valid point for once. In contrast with Ducktales... honesty wouldn't of fixed this. Commuincation still does in the aftermath, with Della trying too hard to crack down and Louie not making it clear that in his eyes scheming is all he has and without it he's nothing. But the fact is where Max screwed up but you can see why and sympathize with him, even if you don't agree, Louie.. just destroyed time nad nearly killed everyone simply to make a quick buck. Besides being you know about 80 degrees worse than "I changed our end goal without telling you", the diffrence is also that Louie.. dosen't feel bad about it. He feels bad in the moment but once he's over shrugs off having nearly murdered everyone in that room. Max TRIED to explain and apologize but GOofy wouldn't listen and they ended up instead lashing out at one another till eventually realizing they were both (max more than goofy but still), assholes. Hence the conflict between Mrs. B and Della is diffrent. Della isn't wrong to inherently love and trust her kids, like goofy, and it's understandable why she acts more like a big sister when she spent 10 years on the moon and never really had to grow past her late to mid 20's till experince smacked her in the face. Likewise Beakley is WAY too hard on Della for that reason... but isn't wrong as a parent as while she' smade her own mistakes, i.e. isolating webby so much especially since it was all for nothing in the end given Bradford KNEW where she was the entire time and could've taken her at any time, she's right Della has to be less their friend and more of a parent.

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tomb-bloom-noctem · 3 months

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It's been a busy week but I'm happy to say I think my new meds are helping. Some days I feel strong tiredness and other days I'm feeling constantly hungry. But those are the only two sise effects I've really noticed so far. On the positive side my energy has been a lot better. I've worked on both TA&TA and Brothers (I NEED TO RENAME THIS FIC GAH). Brothers' chapter is the one closer to done then TA&TA but both are bring worked on throughout the week and it's been a bit easier to work on them with the medication. I just am feeling at least slightly more functional as a human at the very least.

And my next concert is in 2 weeks!

So will anything be ready soon? Probably not. But feels more obtainable now.

#tomb talks #ta&ta #the attempt & the aftermath #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #sonic the hedgehog #my fic writing

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mmollymercury · 2 years

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Soooooo. Here's some fanart based off a fic from @tomb-bloom-noctem I've been drawing a ton of stuff based off her fic in-between college stuff and personal stuff. I don't wanna post them until they're finished because idk, I don't wanna seem rude😭😭 but I thought I'd post some of the finished fanart I've doodled because this fic is just sooooo good. I really love how she wrote Della, DON'T WANNA SPOIL but the way she wrote Della feeling after laying HDL just really added to her character and further added reason to why she went on the rocket. Usually, I hc Della as lesbian, just because.... I think she is 😭 but her oc Darren from ta&ta is so good and I actually really like them together ❤ Also the doodle next her and her eggos, is her and Donald, grieving. Love me angst 🤪🤪 AnYWAY, HERE'S A DUMP.

Check the fic outtt! (It has heavy themes; check the tags to ensure that it's okay for you to read ❤)

#dt 2017 #ducktales 2017 #art #ducktales #donald duck #fanart #my art #della duck #fanfic #dt17 fanart #ducktales fanart #dt17 #angsty #based off fanfic #the attempt and the aftermath #💫my art🎨

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stargaze-sunflower · 3 years

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Louie apologizing to Doofus just didn’t sit right with me, and so this fic was born. I hope you like it :D (Also, spoilers for The Life and Crimes of Scrooge McDuck)

Trigger warnings for a panic attack, and the general trauma that Louie has surrounding Doofus.

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Louie never slept well. Not really. In his family, good, uninterrupted sleep was basically a myth. Unless you were knocked out or otherwise had the choice taken from you, which of course also happened way too often. Along with things such as nearly being sacrificed, or almost blowing up in space, or watching your brother climb out onto the wing of a plane hundreds of feet in the air—

So, yeah. Nightmares. Almost constantly.

But that wasn’t the problem tonight. Tonight, he just… couldn’t sleep at all. He wasn’t experiencing the heart-pounding, tear-inducing, intense anxiety that came from waking up from a bad dream. What he was feeling was more of an ongoing, steady current of nerves that had his hands lightly shaking and his stomach doing summersaults. A slow, constant, unbearably present dread that spiked whenever he thought of— of what had happened today.

The Karmic Court, or whatever. Uncle Scrooge. Glomgold. Ma Beagle. Magica.

Doofus Drake.

Why was it that whenever there was more than one of Scrooge’s mortal enemies in one place, Louie had to be there? First, there’d been that whole incident when he’d been grounded and literally everyone who hated his family had shown up at the mansion while he’d been there alone, because everyone else had gone off on the only adventure that he’d ever actually been excited about going on, ever. And now there was this; being whisked off to a mystical court room and forced to interact with people who scared him.

And then later, apologizing to the one who scared him the most.

Why had he done it? Why had he stood in front of the person who’d attempted to kidnap him, had tried to kill him, and had repeatedly invaded his personal space without any care for if he wanted it or not— why had he stood there and apologized to him?

He didn’t really know. He had thought that he had to, that maybe it was the right thing, that it was what he was supposed to do to make things right. But it didn’t feel right. He’d felt relieved in the moment, of course, because Doofus had seemed to take it well, and he had left, and that was what really mattered.

But it was still bothering him. Especially now, sitting on his bed in the dark, after vaguely filling in the rest of his family on where they’d been. Not that they’d noticed he was gone what with the pest problem they’d had.

It was just— He just— He couldn’t calm down, no matter how hard he tried. He’d already drank a whole glass of water, and he’d walked to the bathroom and back to try to relieve some nervous energy, but nothing was working. In fact, the more he thought about it, and the more he tried not thinking about it, the worse it got.

Louie was scrolling through his phone, desperate for a distraction but not really comprehending what he was looking at, and it was fine, he was continuing to be just fine, except his hands choose that moment to shake particularly hard, and he dropped the device in his hands. It bounced twice on his bed before clattering to the floor, and Louie jumped a mile even though he’d been expecting the sound.

He sat up in his bed, staring down at his phone on the floor – it was lit up: 2:00 AM – and he couldn’t bring himself to move. His heart was pounding in his chest suddenly, and he was afraid to give it anything else to divert its energy to. He was afraid.

He choked on his next shallow breath, turning the sound into a quiet sob, and he curled his hands into fists, pressing them up against his eyes as he tried to remember how breathing worked. He couldn’t even breathe right. Couldn’t even say sorry without feeling like even that was something he’d done wrong.

One of the beds above him creaked, and if he could get past the sound of his own heartbeat, he could hear blankets shifting around, too. Louie hesitantly let his fists fall back down to his bed, gripping the comforter there instead. He held his breath as he listened for more movement, unsure if he’d accidentally woken one of his brothers up, and he didn’t know if he wanted that to be the case or not. He was just… stuck.

The ladder groaned as someone put their weight on it, and the quiet sound of someone descending sounded dully around the room. There was a pause about halfway down, a short bout of whispering that Louie couldn’t find the presence of mind to make out, and then Huey climbed the rest of the way down the ladder, hugging his pillow to his chest. Seconds later, Dewey swung down from the middle bunk to land at the foot of Louie’s bed.

Louie ducked his head and hunched his shoulders, continuing to stare at his phone on the ground, not blinking for fear of tears escaping. Huey made a soft noise, then leaned down slowly to pick up his phone, checking it over quickly for cracks before handing it gently to Louie, who took it with a trembling hand and slid it into the pocket of his hoodie, which he had put on earlier to try and comfort himself. It hadn’t really worked.

Dewey shifted to sit on his knees, and Louie felt his hand land softly on his ankle. Huey sat down carefully on his other side, and Louie inhaled shakily.

“Louie?” Huey asked quietly, sounding worried. “Are you alright?”

Louie sniffed, counting the seconds between his breaths in order to calm himself enough to give an answer. Huey and Dewey let him take his time, even though the latter was shifting restlessly on his right.

“I don’t— I don’t know,” said Louie, which was a lie. He did know, and the answer was a resounding ‘no, not at all’. But he couldn’t bring himself to say that out loud. That felt like it’d be harder to come back from.

Huey sighed quietly, and Louie felt guilt break its way into the anxiety he was feeling.

“Sorry,” Louie said, tilting his head up enough to meet Huey’s eyes hesitantly. “If I woke you up.”

Huey shook his head and placed a caring hand on his shoulder. “You don’t need to apologize for that, Louie.”

And just hearing those words was enough to bring it all down around him.

Louie buried his face in his hands just in time for a sob to shake his shoulders, and the tears he’d been trying to hold back forced their way out of his tightly shut eyes. His chest hurt, like someone had kicked him straight in the heart, or had reached in and squeezed. His lungs alternated between breathing fast and shallow and forgetting how to even breathe at all.

(‘You don’t need to apologize for that, Louie.’

‘—I’m still sorry, for any pain that I caused you.’)

What had he even ever done to Doofus that warranted an apology? Gone to his stupid birthday party with the intent to con him? So had everyone else there, and then Doofus had almost had him beaten to death. The first time they’d met, he’d kidnapped Louie and had planned to do any number of horrible things to him. And Doofus hadn’t even given him an apology in return, for any of it. He’d just left. What if he expected more from Louie, now that he’d gotten an apology?

“Louie,” Huey’s voice broke through his panicked thoughts, sounding desperate. “Louie, breathe. Breathe with me.”

Huey grabbed Louie’s hand and placed it against his own chest, demonstrating even breaths for Louie to follow, which he tried his best to replicate. Dewey had grabbed his other hand, just to hold it, and it helped to ground him as he concentrated on the rhythm of air going in and out of his tired lungs.

Eventually, he was calmer, resting his head on Dewey’s shoulder as Huey rubbed large circles on his back. He was exhausted, but still didn’t think that he could fall asleep.

“You okay?” Dewey asked him nervously, squeezing the hand he was still holding.

And Louie thought that this time he could tell the truth. They wouldn’t believe anything else, after that whole situation. They knew him too well.

They were his brothers, and that made it a little easier.

“No,” Louie answered, voice hoarse. “I’m not.”

Huey halted rubbing his back in order to put his arm around him and pull into a side hug.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Huey asked.

Louie took a deep, measured breath, and nodded.

“So… you know how I went to court today?” Louie began.

“You mean how you were mystically summoned to a courtroom that seems to have been in a different dimension?” Huey asked, something amused and tired in his voice. “I think I remember, yeah.”

Louie huffed a laugh. “Yeah, well. Doofus Drake was there. He was the prosecutor.”

Huey’s arms tensed around him, and Dewey’s hand was unnaturally still in his.

“Oh,” Dewey said, when it didn’t look like Huey was ready to respond. “That couldn’t have gone well.”

“No, not really,” Louie said. “I mean, it went okay, given the circumstances, but…”

“What did he do?” Huey asked suddenly, a hard edge to his voice. “What happened?”

“Well, uh, you’ve met him. You know how he is,” Louie said vaguely, not yet ready to commit to a full explanation.

“Insane? Creepy? Scares you half to death?” Huey listed.

“Not to mention he has like, no sense of personal space,” Dewey added.

Louie hunched his shoulders a little bit. “Yeah.”

He remembered Doofus getting right in his face while he was sitting in his chair in the ‘courtroom’. He remembered trying to lean away from him as far as he could, and closing his eyes tightly as Doofus pet the side of his face. Uncle Scrooge hadn’t done anything, although he probably wasn’t aware of all the history between him and the other kid. (There was a small, cynical voice in his head that insisted that he didn’t have to be aware to know to interfere.)

And Louie remembered after that, when he’d declared that Scrooge was innocent in the case of Glomgold, when Doofus had come up and— and licked him. And he’d been stuck then, too, cringing away with his eyes shut until his legs caught up with his brain, which was already a million miles away. He’d scrubbed himself viciously with the towel he’d been given, hard enough that a few feathers had come out, and he’d taken a very long shower when he’d gotten home.

“Did he… do anything?” Dewey asked hesitantly, right on cue, and Louie shrugged.

“Got into my face, touched my face, and then later he— he…” Louie trailed off; the confidence he’d started the sentence with had faded. He growled in frustration and shook his head, determined to continue. “He just— he licked me.”

Huey exploded. “He what?!”

Louie jumped, and Dewey pulled him closer, wrapping his arm around his shoulder as Huey got up to pace angrily.

“You good?” Dewey whispered to him, and Louie shrugged.

They watched Huey go back and forth for a while, mumbling to himself under his breath furiously. When he thought that Huey had expended enough energy, he called him back. His older brother sat back down on the bed with a huff.

“I’m fine, now,” Louie said. “Nothing else happened.”

“Nothing else—” Huey began, but cut himself off with a deep breath. “Louie, that was more than enough to be upset about.”

“He’s right, Lou,” Dewey said. “And it would be okay to be upset even if he didn’t do those things. Even if all you had to do was see him. That’s enough, too.”

Louie sighed and nodded, knowing that they were right, but feeling bad about it anyway.

“But that’s not it, is it?” Huey asked suddenly, clearly using his mind-reading powers, now. “There’s something else.”

Oh, yes. The apology. How could he forget.

“After everyone had stated their cases,” Louie began, “and I realized that Uncle Scrooge had done some bad things, I… I knew that I didn’t want Doofus to have this grudge that he’d hold against me for my whole life.”

Huey and Dewey nodded to show that they were following.

“So, I—” Louie huffed when his voice cracked. “I apologized.”

His brothers went still, and Louie ducked his head and waited anxiously for a response.

“You— you apologized?” Huey asked incredulously, and Louie nodded tiredly.

“You apologized?” Dewey repeated.

“Yes, Dewey, I apologized,” Louie said.

“But that’s— That makes no sense!” Dewey exclaimed, seeming genuinely frustrated and confused.

“Yes, thank you. I’ve spent the past few hours freaking out about it,” Louie said, mildly irritated. “It’s just— Uncle Scrooge made all these enemies, and he’d done some things to them that he never apologized for, especially to Magica, so I just thought— I dunno, that it was the right thing to do. Scrooge seemed to think so.”

“Okay, first of all,” Huey began, pinching the bridge of his beak, “your situation with Doofus Drake is different than anything of Uncle Scrooge is dealing with. Secondly, Scrooge is an adult, and you shouldn’t be the one who has to set a good example.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Louie relented.

“And nothing that you feel like you did wrong to Doofus justifies what he did to you,” Huey continued, really getting into it now. “You shouldn’t have had to apologize to him.”

“I know, Huey. Trust me,” Louie said, gently taking Huey’s hand, hoping it could ground them both. “But I can’t exactly take it back.”

Huey sighed, deflating, and Louie laid his head on his shoulder, knowing that Huey hated being overwhelmed by his anger, knowing that he hated being angry in the first place, but that he tolerated it when it was in defense of his family.

“Well, hopefully, he won’t bother you anymore,” Dewey said, something mildly dangerous in his voice, “but if he does, he’ll regret it.”

“He definitely will,” Huey agreed, and then he made eye contact with Louie, looking a little guilty. “We’re never there when you need us to be.”

“We’re gonna change that,” Dewey said, with that level of determination that meant he was never going to give up on it; the tone of voice that meant it was a promise.

Louie cracked a small, genuine smile, feeling lighter than he had since he’d escaped the Karmic Court.

“Thanks,” Louie said, softly.

“No problem,” Dewey said, ruffling his hair playfully. Louie huffed and tried to fix it.

“Do you think you can sleep now?” Huey asked, concern and care in his voice.

The thought of it still made Louie’s stomach twist, even after all this emotional talk and short journey of self-discovery. He shrugged nervously.

“K, we’ll camp here, then,” Dewey said easily, flopping back onto Louie’s bed and making himself comfortable. Louie scowled at him with no real heat, warmth in his heart.

“Sounds good to me,” Huey said, but he was making his way to the ladder. “I’ll be right back.”

Louie and Dewey exchanged curious looks as Huey climbed the creaking ladder. They heard some rustling around and a muffled sound of exertion, and then Huey was on his way back down. When he reached the bottom, he threw the object he was carrying on top of Dewey and Louie, who grunted when the thing was heavier than anticipated.

Huey smiled down at them with his hands on his hips, looking very pleased with himself.

“What the heck, Huey?” Dewey wheezed, and Louie laughed quietly.

“It’s a weighted blanket!” Huey said happily, and he wiggled his way underneath it to lay beside them. “It’ll help!”

Dewey and Louie groaned, but it was all in good fun. The weight of the blanket did seem to help keep him grounded, and with a brother on either side, his eyelids were already growing heavy.

Dewey snuggled up right next to him, and Huey grabbed his hand in a light, easy-to-escape grip. Louie closed his eyes, and fell asleep within minutes.

#ducktales #ducktales fanfiction #ducktales fanfic #the life and crimes of scrooge mcduck #ducktales spoilers #dt spoilers #louie duck #huey duck #dewey duck #i felt inspired by the terrible way they handled this episode #this is just the aftermath #i wanted triplet bonding #i always want triplet bonding #anyway i hope you like it :D #my fic

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