#duck feels

[capn-james-t-spirk]

We may not get a lot of Donald content in DT2017, but goddamn, when ever we do it is always pure Quality ™ 10000000/10 Dadnald content and honestly I am l i v i n g for it.

[peachhoneii]

You look me in the eye and tell me Donald wasn’t more of a parent than Della was.

Oh my, what do we have here?

Pray tell, why is Donald near the baby carriage holding our unhatched ducklings when their mom is standing right there on the outside?

If this wasn’t a major plot reveal I’d say it was coincidence, but it ain’t no coincidence. Straight up symbolism. 

He’s still closer to them than Della was.

Donald was already 1000% ready to ride or die for these babies. He had already prioritized them over any adventure, and while I don’t doubt Della loved her kids, she didn’t prioritize them at the same level.

Della wanted to give them the stars.

Donald wanted to make sure they lived to see the stars.

[kats-randomology]

Kid Hai AU: Movie Night

I HAVE FEELINGS SO I NEEDED TO DRAW FLUFF

Liu Hai gets invited to one of Webby's sleepovers and was unprepared for the impact of a simple animated movie, Mulan.

IT HITS A BIT CLOSE TO HOME 🙂

(And don't mind the top left sketch it was just a funny thing I wanted to do after the lost lamp episode showed us Gladdy's new crib XD)

[seraphicdarliing]

He doesn’t let them leave his sight, the triplets are due any day now and Donald knows it. He’s done his research, studying all the basics on hatching ducklings; what to do and what not to do. With that knowledge, he creates a comfortable environment for the boys to hatch in, swaddled to the core with blankets and ensuing warmth.

He refuses to let this one slip through his fingers. Della may be gone, but he’ll be damned if he let anything happen to her children. They will live to see the stars if he has anything to do with it.

The eggs take an approximate 24 hours to hatch. He doesn’t sleep, as evidenced by his bloodshot eyes. Since the first pip happens- a telltale sign the arduous process of hatching is about to begin- he hovers over the pram, camera on his phone at the ready. He films every movement, it’s tedious but he’s trembling with too much anticipation to care. He’s never felt more nervous. He’s imagined this moment many times, but Della’s there and Scrooge, he’s not alone like he is now.

The next few hours are spent with baited breath. His phone is unsteady, the footage shaking as he tries to compose himself with little success. His fingers are itching to hold them, but he restrains himself. They need to do this on their own. He’s read every article on the subject, they all recommend the same. He’s conflicted, but reluctantly listens.

The hours blur together, he’s unsure what time it is when the first crack occurs. His heart nearly leaps from his chest in his excitement. His tail wiggles. In just mere hours, he’ll be an uncle.

From then on, Donald watches for every miniature movement. He inspects every tiny crack with wide expectant eyes. The hours dredge on and his excitement starts to wane as exhaustion settles in to claim him. Still, he keeps a vigilant watch, never straying farther than the kitchen for a cup of coffee to stimulate himself enough to keep his eyes open.

Another hour inches by at a snails pace, it’s excruciating. His hand is cramping and he’s almost dropped his phone a few times, fumbling fingers catching it just in the nick of time before he has to replace the screen. His feathers are disheveled; clumped and matted together with sweat. It’s been a few days since he’d showered. He glances at the clock, yawns and stretches, then goes for another refill.

He starts to nod off when the first shell finally breaks, jostling him awake. He’s on his feet in an instant, camera app open. He gasps, hand cupping his bill to muffle his cry as the duckling inside wrestles its way out of the quivering egg. Donald’s eyes are wet, he’s so tiny and fluffy. A sob escapes him, he’s never seen anything more beautiful and delicate in all his life.

The fluffy little duck is barely out of its shell before Donald lets himself into the camera frame. He’s overcome with emotion and jubilantly scoops the duckling up, peppering his head with fervent kisses. Tears glisten in his eyes as he looks down at his nephew with a watery smile. Little Hubert is here.

It’s only approximately three seconds before the next duckling tumbles out of his shell, raring to go and take the world by storm. Dewford squawks in protest as Donald lifts him from the pram, giving him the same treatment as Huey. He swaddles both ducklings in a nearby blanket and turns to the third and final egg, patiently waiting for his youngest nephew.

10 minutes pass, the darling sure is taking his sweet time. Donald’s starting to get worried. There hadn’t been any activity since the first pip. He listens closely, but is only met with a quiet stillness in his ear. He swallows his unease and assures himself that the little one just needs a little extra time. He’s a late hatcher is all. He settles down beside the egg, his nephews in his lap and continues to wait, sporadically glancing at the clock on the wall.

Twenty minutes pass, now thirty. He pauses the video. His stomach churns, dread filling him. He’s panicking, the duckling should’ve hatched by now. Should he sit on it? Does it need more warmth? He combs his hands through his feathers, grabbing at fist fulls. He wishes she were here, for a fleeting moment he even wishes for Scrooge so he doesn’t have to face this alone. He knows he can’t help his nephew hatch, the duckling may die if he interferes. His heart is racing and he can feel tears pricking against his eyes. He does the only thing he can do. Gingerly, he gathers the egg in his arms and cradles it, rocking slightly on his heels. He closes his eyes and rests his head on top of the shell, praying to any entity out there that the wee one make it. He can’t lose another part of his family, another part of her.

The egg in his arms fades into a flashing screen, SIGNAL LOST blinking in bright red letters as static from the transmission blares in his ears.

His throat feels tight, sobs push their way through as he sits rocking the dud, helpless against the forces of nature. He latches onto the egg like a lifeline, he can’t bring himself to let go of it, her child. He’s failed her. He couldn’t keep them safe, he couldn’t keep her safe. He suddenly feels a small hand brush against his cheek. Blinking back tears, he opens his eyes to see one of the ducklings patting his face. Huey gurgles and cooes gibberish to reassure him as he strokes his uncle’s feathers. Dewey babbles and waves his arms around, oblivious to the his dilemma. Donald sniffs and holds them closer, sobbing harder.

Suddenly, the egg jerks forward in his grasp. Donald’s eyes fly open, he looks down and they instantly widen. It’s cracking, 45 minutes later and the egg is hatching! He snaps back to reality and grabs his camera. A mixture between a laugh and sob escapes him as the duckling inside finally emerges, safe and sound and very much alive. Llewelyn blinks slowly and stares up at him lazily. Words seem to fail him and all he can do is gather his nephew into his tight embrace, hiccuping and choking back tears, although they’ve already tracked through his feathered cheeks.

Louie quacks in protest and squirms as his uncle’s tears plop onto his fuzzy head. Donald’s just so relieved he’s okay.

[viridianrebooted]

Hey. Hey, Ducktales fandom. Remember this?

Suddenly Scrooge’s utterly horrified expression and shrill voice makes SO much more sense, doesn’t it?

[my-intrests-are-yours]

This beautiful made me think, what if they used it for the Della Reunion. They already used the Moon Theme and this is downright beautiful. I would downright cry.

[meiloorun-notthefruit]

Beginnings - Part 2

Part 1 can be found here

7,000 miles from the city of Duckburg and the state of Calisota, it’s raining in Rio de Janeiro. Hard.

Trying to take shelter from the relentless weather is a sole duckling currently huddled in a tree, duffel bag hanging from its branches, over sized hoodie doing a proper job of keeping him dry but terribly, horribly sweaty. He feels light headed. And homesick.

Donald hates it. He absolutely hates it.

His stomach is rumbling and the rations are almost gone. He should go back. He should take his stupid duffel bag and walk his dumb old self back to the airport and at least try and find a way to get a ticket back to Duckburg - the flight attendants or airport workers would surely take pity on him, in his current state. He wants to do that, he really does, but that'd be giving up.

That'd mean being proven wrong again. Donald doesn't want that.

Donald wants them to witness it, wants to show his family that he's telling the truth: he wants Grandma to see that mama and pop's death hasn't changed him that much. Donald wants to prove to Fethry and Gladstone that he can still be adventurous, that there is a difference between Della's recklessness and actual bravery; just because he's been more cautious since the accident doesn't mean that he's a chicken. He's not a coward. He's not.

Most of all, Donald wants to get away from Della. Sure, she's his twin, but recently since their parent's death, she's been scaring him - the look in his sister's eyes, the way she's been acting - Donald can't exactly put his finger on it but it's unsettling. Della's always pushed her limits, but now it's almost as if she doesn't care what she's doing anymore; Donald can't keep track anymore of how many times he's had to physically hold Della back from doing something incredibly stupid, even for her reckless standards.

How many times he's reached for her, hoping and praying that'd she'd reach back. Della does - she always does - but Donald doesn't think he's going to be able to take it (take anything), the day she let's herself get washed away.

The day he fails in catching her.

So he doesn't wait; he runs. He runs as far away as he possibly can with the money he has - to the place mama and pop had pinned to the refrigerator.

It's a nice place isn't it, mo laochain? Imagine it, all four of us, on a family vacation on the Brazilian beaches; it can't beat Scotland's cliffside views, but it's a close second. One day Donald, one day.

The day never came; only a few months later the accident happened and Hortense McDuck and Quackmore Duck were buried in the family plot and Della and Donald were sent to Grandma Elvira's farm. For once, Gladstone hadn't been insufferable: Donald had actually appreciated his presence; Della had gone quiet for a month, so his cousin had been the only reliable companion. Fethry had been too little.

But even talking to his closest relatives hadn't helped all that much; Donald can still see the car wreck when he closes his eyes.

So here he is, far away, trying to escape the familiarity so he can escape his bad dreams. So he can escape well meaning relatives. So he can escape his sister, who is slowly but surely self destructing.

He's made it this far. He's not turning back.

Notes:

This chapter is shorter than I'd like it to be but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

aw yes, good ol' duck family angst. Expect possible update tomorrow, but also don't expect it tomorrow cause I'm bad at updating. Whoops.

Also, Donald's been alone for three days. Somebody plz protect this duck child.

[merlinzedane]

Ducktales Big-Big Brother :One-shot: (Fenton)

(This took longer that I would have liked xD)

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Hueys eyes was flooding with uncontrollable tears as he sat on the field, his legs had given up on him from shock and that was teen minutes ago, but even so he still couldn’t think clear “T-th-this this is a nightmare it has to be a nightmare?!”

He repeated to himself in his head over and over again.

But even if he kept saying it he could still feel the cold shadows that they where casting on the ground creeping closer as the sun was setting and the cold breeze made his little form shiver.

After a couple minutes the eleven year old finally lifts his tired and hurting head from his arms and looks around and as he does a new flow of big fat tears begins to build up in his eyes before flowing down his red cheeks.

From the left of him was his brothers standing a few feet apart from each other both having a look of terror on their young stoney faces as they have their heads pointed to the middle of the field, his beloved uncle Donald and Webby had both been running towards the middle, his uncle with a determined face on him and Webby with a glare with a hint of worry. Lena was standing close to Scrooge with a terrifying face expression as her head was looking towards Webby’s direction with a hand out, and Scrooge was holding a shielding arm in front of his face with his eyes closed tightly.

Huey takes a long good look at the statues before finally giving out a loud and painful sob as his eyes lands on the smallest of the statues and at last he lets it all out with no care in the world of how loud he was being.

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Fenton couldn’t stop looking at direction of the Mcducks home every few minutes, it had almost been 2 hours since the last of the injured people from the weird invasion had been help into the green medical tents that had been put up in town center, he had been fighting of those weird shadows when a big purple glowing wave had come and washed them away, it had come from we’re he had seen his boss run to he would and had followed Scrooge but got told that the town needed him more.

“So im guessing your not listening to me?” Fentons eyes swifts to the person he hadn’t hear talking

“s-sorry i didn’t hear you there what did you say” The big armor says in a hurrying voice with a big smile on his beak and clearly embarrassed about not catching the inventors words before.

Gyro makes a annoyed sound before looking at Fenton again, “if my calculations are right and im sure on it!” He begins with his normal stony face expression “that it have been two hours and twenty thre-“ he stops and looks at his very weird looking arm watch before beginning again “that it has been two hours twenty three minuets AND! Twenty-nine milliseconds since the weird purple glowing pulse wave made those amalgamations disappear” he finishes with a know it all smile before realizing that he had be talking to himself.....again.

“Well you are very rude today aren’t you?” But he doesn’t get a response from the metal figure standing beside him and he rolls his eyes before slamming a fist on gizmoducks right shoulder, a loud “HEY” was all he got before he finally gets his attention again “you know that the task you got put on from the boss is done right?” A confused “...yeah?” Was the only response he got.

Gyro just couldn’t stop himself for putting his hand on his face with a loud annoying sounding sigh following the action “ then WHY are you still standing here!”

Fenton looks around the town center before looking back at the inventor “i-i just don’t want t- to...intervene you know” he sigh “okay now that i say it out loud it doesn’t sound logical anymore” he finally says before looking back at his good but complicated friend in defeat, “then go..” Gyro says before looking at the direction himself with a now more softer expression on him.

There’s silence for a few seconds before a single “yeah” came from Fenton that after that began rolling in the direction of the mcducks property.

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It didn’t take long before he finally found the source from where the weird *pulse wave* as Gyro called it came from,

“not again!” Fenton almost yells after getting the suits wheel stuck in a bush again as he was following the helmets radar system “why in a forest!” he hissed under his breath as he pushes more branches away from his path.

After a few minutes he finally came to a clearing, and he began to look around the the area in search of any sign of anything out of the ordinary....but saw nothing from where he was standing and it was first when he tried going around the random placed rocks, is when he stopped....dead in his tracks it was first now he realized what he saw in front of him wasn’t any big rock...they where....statues.

It felt like someone had put a ice cube down his back, he slowly turned around to look at the statues he had already passed by....wasn’t that the loud angry duck he had seen in the bank a couple months earlier he thought as he looked at the stoney duck facing him.

Fenton began feeling sick after he had discovered his boss and...the kids, but he mostly couldn’t stop looking at the statue extended on a pillar of stone in the middle, the woman had a face full of regret and terror as she was looking down at her hands, and thats when Fenton hear the almost silence footsteps behind one of the natural stones.

“Hello?” Fenton looked over at the big rock “I-I’m not gonna hurt you” he tried to say in a calm voice and before he could say anything else a little head popped out from behind the rock with a face of recognition.

Huey could almost not feel the feeling of relief in his heart because of its shattered feeling state it already was in after at he had been alone for hours with his desisted family members.

he didn’t approach gizmo instead he bowed his head so he was looking at the ground as he felt another break down coming, after a couple of seconds he hear the sound of a wheel moving and a shadow laid itself over him.

He felt a big hand on his head and Huey looked up at the hero with very red and bluish colors on his face, Fenton looked around one more time “w-what happene-...” but he stopped and looked down at the kid again

but because of the helmet Huey couldn’t see what his hero may have been thinking and as if Fenton had read his mind he took the helmet of and smiled warmly down at the kid that had helped him so much.

“you must be freezing, lets get you to somewhere warm” he said as he let Huey open his arm so Fenton could pick him gently of the ground.

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The rest of that weeks memories was almost a blur for Fenton, the only thing he really remembers was coming back to Gyro, his Mama had been standing with the inventor waiting for him to return, and it hadn’t been easy telling them about what he had seen, but his mama had quickly recovered when he told that the child in his arms may have become a orphan because of the event, and she almost ripped Huey from his arm and into a big hug with a lot of sweet words following trying to calm the kid.

The next thing he remember is sitting by their dinner table a couple days after with the kid while his mama was at the door with a person needing to take the kid with them, but after trying to convince person that the kid was a witness in the mcduck case she yelled out loud “Well then we should get down to your office! Because im not letting you put a hand on him!” Before she looked back at

a shocked Fenton and Huey with a normal smile as if she didn’t just said she was going to adopt a child she hardly knew and then took her jacked and left out the door leaving a silence son and soon to be adopted son looking at each other.

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*SPLASH!*

“Aaah!” Fenton got taken out of his flashback after getting splashed with cold water “Hey stop dreaming down there!” A voice came from above him “You said that you wanted to help with this old thing so stop dreaming and start helping!” Fenton looked up at Huey that was sitting on the almost cleaned house boat, Huey had wanted to renovate it after it had been sitting abandoned in the marine for almost four years.

“Sorry but next time do anything els than water okay!” Fenton looked down at his clothes “now i have to find something else to the rest of the day” he finished in a irritating voice but with a smile on him as he looked back up at the fifteen year old duck that was in a laughing mess rolling around the roof.

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This is a one-shot from the big big brother au i made, if you are interested in something about this au just ask away I’ll answer anything i can!

And use the #Ducktales big big brother au to find other things abot the au too.

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