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" So Who's this girlfriend I heard about, Dewford? " - tookthespear

{ ☆ } Gaze darts away from his phone at the sound of his mom’s voice, a big grin forming on the duckling’s face at the sight of Della. No matter how many times he’s seen her since she finally returned to Earth, he still finds himself filled with a rush of excitement whenever they get a chance to interact. It kinda reminds him of the time he and Lena attempted to free the Jade Tigers being kept at a local zoo. Dewey had nearly gotten eaten three times that day. It was awesome… Speaking of awesome- “Oh, right! I never told you, huh?” The duckling enthusiastically chimes, vivid blue eyes sparkling and phone (carelessly) tossed onto the nearby couch. “Well, you better get comfortable because I’ve got a lot to tell you…”

As much of a performer as he is an adventurer (perhaps even more so) Dewey dramatically sweeps his arms in an arch as he says, “Picture this…” Get ready Della, because your boy is about to tell a story. After all, he can’t pass up the golden opportunity of someone actually being invested in what he has to say. “A wicked witch, a daring adventurer, a deadly feud… and caught in the middle of it all, the coolest girl ever.” Fists clench in front of him, tiny tail wagging without his knowledge as he continues, “Imagine the awesomest person you can. Then make them ridiculously pretty and brave and smart and nice… But not a push-over nice. The kinda nice that’ll punch you in the arm when you’re being stupid.”

Fist pumps in the air, pride evident in his voice, “Then multiply the amazingness of them by a million and you’ve got Lena DeSpell! My girlfriend…” Hands resting on his hips, chest unimpressively puffs as he continues, “Lena’s the best! She used to be Magica’s shadow, but through pure will and the power of how much she cares about us… BOOM!” Air is punched to accompany the sound. “She broke free! Helped us defeat her Aunt, got a body of her own (we’re not entirely sure how, but whatever) got adopted by Gyro, became one of my best friends-” Some time is taken to delve deeper, Dewey occasionally getting sidetracked and jumping around in his story/stories when he remembers something Della HAS to know.

Eventually, he concludes with- “You’re gonna love her, mom! Lena’s super fun to be around, has cool dyed feathers, and she is really nice to me…” The good kinda nice. { ☆ }

#(Della: *asks about Lena*)#(Dewey: *goes on a long tangent about her because OH MY GOD MOM SHE'S AWESOME AND PRETTY AND NICE AND-*)#(Pffffff... Plus the boyyo just likes to tell stories. XD )#ducktales-wco-oo #Like A Shooting Star; I Will Go The Distance || {Dewey IC}#Out Of Duckburg Verse || {Dewey}#tookthespear #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Della 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ! ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴡᴏᴏᴘꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

" Ro? Are you in here? Don't hide or try to escape your punishment! " tookthespear ( for Fenton? )

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{ ☆ } Well, Dr. Gearloose isn’t in the lab. Luckily for him. Unfortunately, the newfound ‘hero of Duckburg’ is… and desperately trying to buff out a rather large dent in the newest version of Gizmoduck armor. One that shouldn’t be there, considering that this particular prototype has been displaying some (dangerous) bugs in the system. So, Fenton might have been advised told NOT to use the armor until a few more (incredibly important) tests could be completed. Orders that he had blatantly ignored the moment a distress call had been received. Thus, the dent… and near-concussion. But he’s fine. More or less. The suit, however, is threatening to tattle on him at any moment. The last thing he needs is those doors opening and-

“¡Ay, Dios mio!” Fenton exclaims at the unexpected intrusion, dropping the rag (or rather, tossing it to the ground) that he’d been frantically rubbing against the suit. Feathers ruffled, he spins around to face the lab entrance. Awkwardly leaning against the armor, an elbow is propped up against the suit while his other hand rests against his hip. Conveniently covering the damage as best he can with his small frame. “Oh… Heheh… H-Hello, Ms. Duck!” Thank God, it’s not Gyro… Although, Fenton is once again struck with concern about the lab’s apparently lax security measures. That should probably be discussed sometime. Focus just seems to have been directed toward the suit’s safety measures lately. For good reason.

“Dr. Gearloose actually had important matters to attend to outside of the lab… But he’s been gone for approximately one and a half hours now.” That’s about how long the suit’s records had said it’d been in use, at least. Something else he will have to deal with alongside the dent. “So he might be returning at any moment.” Which means that Fenton doesn’t have a single one to waste. But the polite duck can’t find it in himself to show how much of a time crunch he is in. Especially considering that he’s speaking to Della Duck. The Della Duck. His boyfriend’s bestie, his Gizmobuddy Huey’s mother, his employer’s niece, etc…

Someone that he’d appreciate making a good first impression with. Based on the past, those are few and far between… So of course, his elbow has no choice but to slip on the smooth surface of the suit. Causing the poor duck to lose his balance and find himself hitting the hard floor. “… Ow.” The word is muttered, more-so out of reflex (and a bit of annoyance) as he begins to pick himself back up. Yet another flawless Fenton™ introduction. { ☆ }

#(JSAFHJAHSFBAHLSFSAF... Della; meet the dork that your bestie fell for :'D )#(Fenton: *wants to make a good impression*)#(Also Fenton: *is currently trying to fix something that he damaged and manages to fall on his face*)#(... Seems about right :3 )#ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴍʏ ꜱʜᴏᴛ! ❞ ¦ 「 Fenton IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏɴᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɪᴛ; ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɪᴛ... ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Fenton 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Della 」#tookthespear #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ! ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」

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{ ☆ } “You can’t have one without the other...” Gladstone says, gazing up at the night sky with his second-favorite cousin. Leisurely resting against the balcony railing, eyes trace the constellations above them. Reading the stars as if he was reading a map... “Night an’ day. Science an’ magic. Della Duck an’ adventure.” Playfully nudging the duck, gaze flickers over to her for a moment before going back to the vast space they both adore. Perhaps a bit too much. “... The boys an’ their mother." There is a brief pause after those (softer) words are spoken; Gladstone feeling a slight lurching in his stomach but refusing to back off.

“Della... I know that adventurin’ is in your blood an’ all, but... I promise you, whatever is out there doesn’t amount to a hill of beans compared to what you’re goin’ to experience once those eggs hatch.” She might not be admitting it out loud (nothing has been mentioned to Gladstone, anyway) but he has a feeling that Della isn’t too thrilled about relinquishing her freedom. But... those ducklings need her. “It’s a different kind of adventure, sure... But it’s still a pretty excitin’ one, don’t you think? I mean, you’re goin’ to be the most important thing in the world to those boys.” At least, Gladstone’s mother was to him. { ☆ }

#(*nudges a concerned goose at his fellow space-loving cousin*)#ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ʟᴇᴛ ᴀ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇᴍᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴇ; ʜᴏᴡ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Gladstone IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀʟʟ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴏʏ ʙᴀʟʟᴏᴏɴ; ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙᴜʀꜱᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Gladstone 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Della 」#tookthespear #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ! ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴡᴏᴏᴘꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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{ ☆ } She’s back... Has been for what feels like years. Although, it hasn’t been nearly that long. It’s been just long enough for the shock to have faded, but for his brothers to still be awkwardly trying to get to know the mother they’ve only heard stories about. Maybe that’s why Phaethon keeps his distance. Refusing to show himself to his mom Della, despite their insistence. (they aren’t sure if she believes them about the youngest’s... interesting condition) Perhaps Phooey doesn’t want to take any of their valuable time with her. Doesn’t want to risk ‘stealing the spotlight’ or ‘complicating things’ before it’s necessary. At least, that’s what he tells himself every time showing himself crosses his mind. Honestly... he’s terrified.

Head gingerly peeks into the room through the door, Phooey still unable to shake the habit of phasing through them to enter instead of just using the walls... Invisible to others, yet able to see the person occupying the area clear as day. Della Duck. Swallowing a lump in his throat, the boy’s stomach twists in knots. It really isn’t fair that it’s still able to do that in this state. Then again, a lot of things about being a ghost aren’t fair... Like the fact that he even is one. He just hopes Della hadn’t been mad at Donald when she heard about what happened. Phooey had been too nervous to stick around when the news was being delivered.

Phaethon carefully enters the room (bringing a chill with him as he does, but people tend to just blame air conditioning) holding his breath to keep from making any unwanted sounds. It’s not like he needs to breathe anyway; like many things, it’s simply a force of habit... He’ll just stay for a moment. To look at her and try to gather the courage to actually meet her, before leaving for the library. ‘Hi... mom.’ Phooey thinks as he tentatively moves closer, hands clasped over his mouth as extra assurance that he won’t make a sound. Unfortunately for the duckling, he already has. There are several ‘ghost perks’ he needs to become better at controlling... Communicating directly into other’s thoughts is one of them. { ☆ }

#(*hurls the ghostie boy at Della cause :'D*)#ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ’ᴠᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀꜱʜᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Phooey IC 」#Ghost Verse || {Phooey}#tookthespear #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Della 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ! ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴡᴏᴏᴘꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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{ ☆ } “Dewey...” Dewey bluntly replies at being called Blue One, excitement momentarily dimmed as he aims a frown at Gyro... However, his energy quickly returns when asked about his costume. “What am I supposed to be?” He replies with a big grin (similar to the kind Webby wears when about to gush about Scrooge) once again practically yelling...

“Obviously, I’m the greatest superhero who ever existed!” According to him; his brothers would have a very different opinion. “I'm the Duck Avenger! I actually made this costume myself... It took a couple months and I had to use everything I learned in Drama class, but it was totally worth it because I look awesome... Not as awesome as him, but awesome enough.” There’s a brief pause before Dewey cocks his head to the side and curiously asks, “So... What are you supposed to be?” { ☆ }

#(Pfffft... Yeah; Dewey isn't gonna win this year)#(Louie is once again; going to DEMOLISH his brothers in the candy-getting contest XD )#ducktales-wco-oo #Like A Shooting Star; I Will Go The Distance || {Dewey IC}#Dewey Dew-Night! ◌ Main || {Dewey}#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴍɪɴᴅ-ɴᴜᴍʙɪɴɢ ɢᴇɴɪᴜꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Gyro 」#tookthespear #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ! ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」

" So where is my room? " - tookthespear

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“That’s a funny story. Um, th’ boys have ye an’ Donald’s old room. Ah put all yer clothes in th’ guest room next tae’ mine … jus’ in case ye - well, ye know.”

#tookthespear #;answered

∞ for della :' D

Send me ∞ and my muse will tell you…

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life

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" Wait, so... Donald avoided you for years? I can't believe I have to turbo noogie my own brother." - tookthespear

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“It’s fine, Della dear.” Scrooge says through gritted teeth. “Nothin’ ye do can change th’ past. Ah think ten years of isolation and self-loathing was good for me. Nao Ah have a much better perspective on life!” He gives her a shaking thumbs up. He is not okay.

#tookthespear #;answered