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Hiya! This is a new side ask and roleplay blog for Donald Duck brought to you by @feathered-riches!

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Trying to do a redraw of this beautiful one:

Art by me 

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“Right! Then off we go!” Scrooge says like it was another adventure just waiting for the taking. He pivots on his good foot (rather silly like) and began to walk down the red carpeted hallway of his home. The corridors of McDuck Manor were somewhat like a maze; always twisting and meeting each other, much like an ancient labyrinth. But Scrooge knew this house like the back of his hand. After all, he was the one who built it!

At her question his pace slows, just so they could walk side by side. Scrooge wishes for a moment that he had kept the bundle of coins in his pocket instead of putting them back in the Bin for safe keeping. He really needed something to squeeze right now.

“Bah, a bit too much up here for me ta’ sleep jus’ yet, Ah’m afraid.” Scrooge says, gently tapping his temple with his index finger. It wasn’t unknown that Scrooge knew many things. However, not all knowledge was good knowledge. Scrooge had been betrayed, backstabbed and left to die by many people, he knew dark, horrible secrets that could change the fate of the world. Things like that would keep a man up at night.

The nature of his turn was not lost on Della, and as such she didn’t hesitate to dramatically raise her knee initially herself, as if to take a particularly great step forward. She does what she can to stay by his side, but even as she finds herself able to do it without much problem she is rather happy to see him slowing his pace to be beside her. She looked to him thoughtfully for a moment upon hearing what he had said, and smiling again took his hand in hers and spoke up.

❝ Well, there is always something we can try if you’d prefer to get your mind off of the business for the moment. ❞ She knew better than to believe it was certainly anything work related - it was likely a mixed number of things, those not confined to the topic. ❝ I wouldn’t mind listening if you’d want to talk about it, but maybe there’s something we can do outside that won’t wake Donald up - or require too much thought about that stuff ? ❞ Yes - she certainly had an idea, if he might be willing to partake in it.

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S t a r t e r s

Send 😍 for a fluffy starter

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Heyo! I’m Lapine! ☆

ANYWHO, this will be a Starter / Plotting Call for those interested in interacting with a Della Duck, with comic influences & a verse based on an idea about the Spear of Selene !  ( and of course other verses, including one for what is revealed through canon on the matter… ) 

With the starter / plotting call I’ll message you and check to see if any ideas I have are alright, or if you had any and go from - and after reaching a mutual decision I will happily type up the starter when I’m able to ! 

Though what else may make my muse so special, you might ask, of all the Della muses out there? I suppose you won’t know until you find out for yourself~! Please interact if you’re interested, or PM me here or on my main, @duckburg-residency ! Nevertheless, I look forward to any interaction with you ! 

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where did you go?

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Last One out of Duckburg

Oh my XD @donaldtheduckdad had this idea and made the sketches! 

I made the lineart, painting and the BGs

We loved the result n we hope you like it too!! ♥

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@jose-carioca’s booth is here , and someone has an inquiry.

❝ Okay, so I’d like to partake -  but I have some questions first... Does your advice work for any kind of relationship ? Because I need advice on some serious business. ❞ Della as she was passing by, had recognized the bird running the stand as someone her brother was close with - surely she could trust his word ?

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therichestduck:

“I didn’t answer you because quite frankly it’s not my job to provide you with basic education. Ask your children to explain in to you.”

“Oh?” Glomgold pulled out a photograph. “I have photographic evidence!”

asdfgjktrw - click for photographic evidence

❝ Oh ? And torture them with the smell of your disgusting shrimp pockets ? I care about my children, or my ‘brats’ as you had called them. I’m a good parent, and I don’t make up false information and tarnish my own good credibility. ❞ 

which ones of your kids inherited the taste for shrimp, chocolate, and chocolate covered shrimp..?

della vc : i know its you

❝ Oh, Glom-gild… It’s you, huh ? I thought it would be someone with an intelligent question. I suppose I’ll just carry on, eating chocolate - considering that this isn’t the first time that I told you I don’t even like shrimp. Unlike your pockets, that is. ❞

❝ You never did tell me what had come of that, by the way ! The same attention span issue that came with thinking up your own money bin design, I presume ? ❞

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     Webbigail was happy to receive gifts (who didn’t?), but she did not expect them in return for giving one. Thus, when Della said she had a gift for her in exchange, the duckling instantly grew excited, peeking out from behind the other as she looked through her bag. What would it be? –the question everyone always asked themselves when they knew they were going to receive a present.

     “Oh no, no, they do!” Webby replied as she accepted the goggles, “They’re perfect!” She considered it a more than fair trade, even in color. “Thank you, miss Della~!” she added as she slid them on, placing them just in front of her bow so she was now happily wearing both.

     Nodding to the question about tying a bow for her too, she held up her hands, “But you’ll have to bend down a little.” She is a tiny and her arms are too short she can’t help it.

❝ Wow, you look like you could take on the whole world with those on ! ❞ The smile in her features grew as she took a knee beside Webbigail, her fingers quickly ghosting over the strap to be sure it wasn’t too tight or loose - actually, it really did seem perfect..! ❝ You’d do well to make sure Uncle Scrooge keeps good track of you if you ever visit his money bin, because you look like a million bucks ! ❞

❝ Oh, really ? You will ? Just one second then ! ❞ With that she popped open the clip holding her goggles to her cap - before sliding it off and letting her own goggles hang loosely around her neck. Della sunk to a knee before the fashion-forward duckling - not unlike how a figure would when being knighted !  

❝ Alright ! I’m ready when you are ! ❞ 

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"?" for xhumbuugx!!

oof | @xhumbuugx

Della Duck had been on the edge of her seat lately, had been for a while. Yet it hadn’t been too long ago that she had been in a slump, due to ‘he who must not be named’ having disappeared on her. That made it even more of a noteworthy change when her mannerisms suddenly spiked , leading her to getting more than one job at once - weekdays she worked, and on the weekends she went out adventuring with her Uncle Scrooge. When she wasn’t working or adventuring she was reading, and when she wasn’t reading she was practicing the use of good hygiene to keep up her game - though it was hard to keep running with such a small amount of her time dedicated to rest.

Della would have no problem keeping up with work, maintaining a good image with her superiors at whatever desk or hostess job she decided to pick up. There were times when she’d apply as a pilot during the weekdays, and that brought good income, but that didn’t change the way she felt people looking at her when they climbed up and into her plane. She could feel their eyes, and it was the surprise that Della hated. It wasn’t pleasant surprise that came with her showing off her papers and medal as she took off. It was the surprise of seeing that their pilot wasn’t the duck they expected, and the air of distrust and skepticism that suffocated her from the captain’s seat. She hated it, and she hated it more than anything.

It was at times like those she thought about her Uncle Scrooge back at his mansion, and the pride he seemed to have when he had recounted her being the first female duck to fly alone across the ocean as she had… Whenever she was away, she missed him. Della wanted to tell him about what was going on, about how tired she was by all definitions of the word - at any given instant she would’ve done almost anything to have an hour pause in time to just relax and take a nap. And it wasn’t that she didn’t trust her uncle, one of the only figures who had ever genuinely smiled at her climbing in the plane - without that poorly masked doubt. But she wanted to do it herself, and handle herself - even if for a while she seemed to be by herself in it.

The duck didn’t want to go to anyone else with whatever she needed help with, because if she couldn’t be self-sufficient what could she be? A once proud pilot, who now had to turn back to the passive life that ‘just a hen’ would be comfortably accustomed to, with everyone making her decisions for her ? Heck no !!! Even if her uncle wouldn’t do that, it stuck in her head like a fail-safe that she wouldn’t need to ask. After all, if she couldn’t even take care of herself…

She had been staying over her Uncle’s mansion in anticipation of the trip in the morning - yet even as the time approached and as her exhaustion lingered, she still sat up away from the bed in the room with a book in her hands and a bottle of some caffeinated drink she had picked up after work beside her. And it barely kept her awake. Almost without her realizing it, the owner of the mansion and leader of the expedition to come had walked into her room, at almost 3 am - and in on her with a sleeved book in her hand. The pilot was surprised hearing his voice, but an expression of mixed concern and thought had been starkly visible in her features at the implication that she should turn in. As bullheaded as she was, she almost did without objecting on the matter.

But her stubborn nature held true as she quipped, ❝ Ha !  Sleep ..!  Sleep is for the weak ! And those who can’t run off of the ad - ah... ❞ She yawned, tucking her finger between the pages of her book - doing so she used her hand to conceal her mouth, as if that would change that he clearly saw her.❝ A-And those who can’t run off of the adrenaline their life brings !  That, Uncle Scrooge, i-is something I am very good at. ❞ It would seem that she was low on not only sleep, but adrenaline - and she knew better than to expect her Uncle to roll with it, no matter how much she may have hoped he would. 

rng dictated : 133 - “ Sleep is for the weak ! ”

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which ones of your kids inherited the taste for shrimp, chocolate, and chocolate covered shrimp..?

della vc : i know its you

❝ Oh, Glom-gild… It’s you, huh ? I thought it would be someone with an intelligent question. I suppose I’ll just carry on, eating chocolate - considering that this isn’t the first time that I told you I don’t even like shrimp. Unlike your pockets, that is. ❞

❝ You never did tell me what had come of that, by the way ! The same attention span issue that came with thinking up your own money bin design, I presume ? ❞

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john-d-rockerduck:

Most conversations that Rockerduck participated in, dealt with him talking to people who were at least modest or kind, even when he was not. In first meetings, he was always the person to initiate his nice side so those wouldn’t have to worry about his more assertive half, but in this case, with all of the sense of bashfulness, no. He knew it was something to do with her being related to Scrooge now, but just to make sure.

“Uh hmm. Yes, I’m Rockerduck. Though you did not give me your name, Miss?” John paused to let her introduce herself. She did come off as rude, and he wasn’t one to take kindly to it, but with the both of them being in a public audience, he couldn’t make a scene either. His toothy grin gave off his feeling of slyness. If she wanted to play this game, then so be it. However he will get what he seeks by the end of it.

❝ Oh, so I see… My mistake, then ! ❞ Her move it was, but a mistake it wasn’t. How fortunate it was that he played along ! And she had been worried he wouldn't play along...

❝ Considering that we’re strangers though... I’m quite curious as to why you’d have in interest in me - and not any of the other folks in the exhibit ? ❞ She was genuinely curious - delay the answer a bit longer, and find out why he asked to begin with.  ❝ I mean... I’ve met quite a few characters in my day, and not all of them were so keen on any sort of friendship... How do I know you’re different ? Technically I wouldn’t, unless you’d be able to prove it ? ❞

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Della 'No Impulse Control' Duck

Mother to Dewey 'No Impulse Control', Huey 'No Impulse', and Louie 'No Control' Duck

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Happy New Year :D

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This is a Scrooge and Della dialogue. Just for you! Scrooge:...A note?...Ye tak' the spear o' selene, disappear fur 10 years an all ye leave is a note?!?!! Della: *knows she deserves the yelling* I-. Scrooge: *embraces her with a tight hug* *sniffs* But nothin can take away the happiness o' huvin ye in mah arms again. Enjoy girl!

Ollo? I uh- I want to report an anon who took my heart and broke it and jumped on it and then used it to wash the dishes. This is my kind of duckfeels trash. Thank you anon, take all my money. (Sorry if it’s too messy, I’m not into the mood of drawing today.)

Got this ask yesterday and I HAD TO. Btw, I want you to know that I haven’t forgotten about your requests. I just need time. I wanted to do this one first because it’s kinda fitting/related to something. I’ve been working on another of my duckfeels long posts and I already have my draft finished. By the moment, it has 50 different pictures on it. I’ll be working on it once I’m finished with other request, so I’ll be offline all day bc procrastination may be stronger than me.

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Scrooge normally had trouble sleeping, and he never wanted his kids to think that they were required to stay up with him. But if Della wished to stay up on her own choice, Scrooge was fine with it. Scrooge gently pressed his forehead against hers, like he used to do when she was little. 

“Thank ye, Della. Ah was jus’ goin’ ta’ walk around for a bit until Ah wore m’self out.” He pulls back and gestures behind himself to one of the many hallways in his manor. The halls of McDuck Manor were like a maze if you didn’t know how to navigate them, and they were a great labyrinth to be in when one was restless. 

“So, let’s take a walk, aye?”

Della was almost unspeakably happy as their foreheads had been brought together - nostalgia poured over her like smooth caramel gliding over the skin of an apple. His niece took the moment  for all it was ( that she found it to be ) : they were peacefully together ; they were doing what she hadn’t done with him ( like this ) before ; and they were the same, not one big and one smaller - they had both now grown and now no one had any ‘advantage’ over the other,  as just or fair as it may have been before. It made her almost unspeakably happy, and it warmed her to her core. And as bullheaded as she could be, her smile graced her features like a ray of light may touch the ground through a glass prism... It was gentle, but the energy in it could’ve told wonders as to why she wasn’t already asleep, given the opportunity.

❝ ‘Course, Uncle Scrooge ! You couldn’t shake me if you wanted to - you’ve got a partner for your up-late party, and for every one after it ! Al those that you attend, anyway... ❞ She was so much more than just happy to be able to do what she was in the moment, and would’ve run down the hall if she wasn’t trying to relax him into going to bed. Though tiring him out would help, wouldn’t it ? For now, she was content talking and walking with her Uncle Scrooge.

❝ So, I know you usually seem to have trouble falling asleep, but... Is there anything on your mind tonight ? ❞ Even if there wasn’t something she could do, she wanted to try and find something that could help. If there was nothing on his mind, maybe they could make decaffeinated tea to help him to sleep ?