#dadlos

[the-perfect-scientist]

One October Night (closed w/ @hells-greatestdad)

Carlos was cutting it close, but he'd been so busy that day. He got Angie from school and had to rush her to a Halloween party, only to take her home early. They hadn't even had dinner yet, and that's what he was out doing - getting something appetizing for dinner. He was on his way home when he noticed the night falling faster than he'd have preferred... and of course he chose to walk instead of taking the car.

A bag of chopped sirloin in his hand, Carlos walked quickly down the sidewalk as he kept an eye on the horizon, praying that the moon didn't rise before he got to the house.

[the-perfect-scientist]

Happy Ducking Holidays (closed w/ @leangreenninjateen)

Carlos had just finished the present. He turned off the 3d printer and carefully started pulling the pieces apart.

Angie had been waiting patiently for the last leg of 3d printing with paint pens and pencils, ready to add some color to the piece. Carlos sat with her and she watched as he put the pieces together in the order that he designed, and then he helped her paint it.

After some time, Carlos quickly put a clearcoat over it to seal in the acrylics and cured it with a lamp before Angie held open the bag she picked specifically for Leo (a green and blue ninja gift bag).

Technically, today was a work day, but it was also Christmas Eve. A little bit of slacking for the holiday (and using lab equipment for gift-making) wasn't a bad thing!

Once the piece was safely wrapped in tissue paper and placed in the bag, Angie and Carlos quickly cleaned up and got ready to head back to their St Canard apartment.

@leangreenninjateen

[the-perfect-scientist]

"Breakfast!" Angie announced excitedly.

She and Esteban carried in the food from the kitchen. Plates of popcorn, toast, pretzel sticks, and jelly beans with a couple glasses of ice cream floats.

Esteban carried in the floats one at a time, licking the tops of the strawberry ice cream before giving them to Cecil and Carlos.

"Thank you, darling," Carlos said with a smile as he set his glass next to his plate. He loved jelly beans.

[the-perfect-scientist]

“I’ma go ahead and turn this on for the kids. Hehehe... Fozzy is awesome.”

[the-perfect-scientist]

ART DUMP. Mostly Ducktales stuff that’s been sitting in my art folder for a while. XD

The first three pieces are with @elveswithoutears‘ @thegravemistergraves Percival Graves (whose birb version is heavily based on Falcon Graves, obviously). We’ve done a little bit of rping with this concept on Discord. Not sure if we’ll ever do it on Tumblr, but we’ll see what happens xD The unhappy Carlos picture is specifically when he’s shut down after trying to ask about the practical applications of magic to science and industry.

The next three images (four pieces) are pretty simple Carlos and Angie stuff (with Elves’ @terrorofthenight Drake thrown in). Angie has the mind of an anthropologist. XD

Image 7+8 are in reference to this thread with elves where Carlos is just fluffy and wet while being pelted by electricity-charged rain.

And finally the last one is from this thread where Wizard!Carlos frets a little over the soulmate numbers. He also sticks out like a sore thumb in New York, dressed in that big duster, the wide-brimmed hat with the pheasant feather, and the bolo tie (which is barely pictured here) XD.

[the-perfect-scientist]

“Angie baby, you're a special lady Living in a world of make believe

.... Well, maybe”

“Feliz cumpleaños, mijita! I will always love you desperately!”

[the-perfect-scientist]

When Carlos and Angie match wavelength on their tactile-cravings it’s just

But then when one of them wants to cuddle but the other is in the ‘no touch’ zone:

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"I already deal with ENOUGH evil. Now I have it here too?" - terrorofthenight

“Yeah... get used to it, ducko,” Carlos muttered, disinterested in the other duck as he searched over the Silky Trail on his phone. He’d need components for some of the new project ideas he was starting to have.

He went to sit down in his chair inside the apartment, not really noticing Angela tiptoeing behind him before she suddenly ran for Drake and hugged his leg.

“Mr Drake, something’s wrong with my daddy,” she murmured on a soft, wobbly voice.

@terrorofthenight