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Fresh Starter 𓅭𓅭𓅭𓅭 @cagedfreedom

It was a pretty late night for Donald to be out and about. He'd run out of food for Lune ( his new duckling ) so was trying to find just one store that would have what he needed for her.

But that was kind of unlikely at 1am. So he was taking a stroll too. The summer night air was pretty refreshing on his feathers. He'd often taken these kinds of walks back home. It helped calm him down.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw some movement. It was intriguing to him, so he walked up to get a slightly closer look. He recognized the appearance pretty quickly, gasping in shock.

[ Uriah?? Is that you buddy? ] Donald called out. [ What'cha doing out here on the streets? I know you gotta place to sleep somewhere else. ] he was trying to keep a little bit light-hearted, but he was genuinely pretty concerned for his well-being.

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There's gotta be something more than what he is able to get at. He recognized a strong and silent type ( or rather someone hurt by a lot and refusing to let more come in ) but he wasn't one to pry into a strangers life.

Still, if there was anything that worked it was patience. Even with his short fuse, he could go through conversations.

[ Uh- Well, it's an honorary title, really. ] He laughed to himself mostly. She wasn't even a duck let alone a 'relative' in the traditional sense. But he didn't really see the need for that. Families came in all sizes and people's, and blood didn't matter to him.

[ We met in another place and ended up here. I saw my uncle here once... ] his expression softened, looking out towards the water. It wasn't a long visit, but it had given him some comfort ( if not also more longing to see them all again. )

[ But where are you from, then? I'm guessin it's magical like? ]

"I see... in that case, we'll just have to see what we find."

He sits up against the railing, gazing out over the surface of the water, watching the clouds cross the sky above, the undulation of currents through the sea below... though he wouldn't say he's a sailor by any means, he's definitely been at sea more than a few times. This place, though, is different from his homeworld... in a way, it feels a bit uncanny.

"Well, I suppose that's reassuring," he replies. That it's been taken away in the first place is disturbing enough-- but if his power will be returned, he supposes he can cope for now. Just so long as whatever took it in the first place doesn't do it again. He doesn't particularly enjoy being left powerless. "Niece, hm? So... you're not from here but have family here with you... is that often the case?"

It wasn't like the puppet had any true family of his own to come along, so he can't help but wonder a bit.

The sea breeze rifles through his hair and sleeves as he studies the horizon. Behind them, Arcanus Isle begins to grow smaller and smaller... and that in itself is odd.

"Where I come from, you can stand on the harbor's pier and look out across the sea to see the mainland, even though the journey to reach it would take days... unless there's some kind of storm," he notes, half to himself. "There can't... truly be nothing out here, right?"

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Fresh Starter 𓅭𓅭𓅭𓅭 @brokeassgoing

The park is normally a pretty good place to bring one's kids. It was nice and peaceful, without too much trouble. Well, Donald's family tended to bring about nothing but.

An otherwise perfectly peaceful morning was interrupted by the sudden sounds of trashcans being knocked over. Multiple dogs had started barking, followed by angry shouts of people's picnics being ruined by the duck.

He was running desperately after his little duckling, Lune - who had decided that in that moment was the best time to engage in a game of tag! Unfortunately, wherever she went, Donald noticed some danger that would befall her.

Like in those old cartoons, Donald was taking every slapstick hit while he protected the duckling. It was exhausting, but then he saw salvation! Badou was in the area. Donald waved his hands frantically to get his attention.

[ Badou!!! ] Donald cried out, still chasing after the little duckling. [ Quick! Get her!! ] Her quacks were nearly constantly going off. The little thing was having a blast!

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Liked Starter 𓅭𓅭𓅭𓅭 @omniveri

Donald was always a big advocate for education! He kind of had to be for the boys, and he was usually pretty good at reading a book or too here and there. But today he was running out of materials, so he headed to the Archives.

He hasn't visited here too much ( there's something overwhelming about the sheer amount of knowledge in this place ) but he was prepared to check out a few books ( and grab some others some per Sora's requests. )

Unfortunately, the book he wanted was way high up on a shelf. He couldn't reach it, and there were no stools to be found. So carefully he created a large... very large pile of books stacked on top of each other, which he used to climb to try and get closer to the book.

[ Almost... Almost... got... it!!! ] The pile wavered under his webbed feet as he straighned to reach. His fingertips barely grazed the leather-bound cover.

Precarious was the best word to describe this situation.

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Liked Starter 𓅭𓅭𓅭𓅭 @gaiathran

It was pretty simple, really. Down by the Promenade was an activity where everyone had to pick up a rubber duck and win a prize. Donald had been going around to all of the little game stalls to try his luck at winning something.

Of course, he never really expected to. He had been the unluckiest duck for as long as he had been alive, but at some point, he was just trying to keep at it for the fun. Really, he wanted a little toy for Lune. But that was becoming a feat in itself.

Five little rubber ducks lay on the wooden counter, all of them, miraculously, did not have even a single prize to them. He wasn't one to get mad at kids' games, but honestly, he couldn't believe he couldn't even get a small one!

[ Oh doggone stubborn little... ] he murmured, looking at the sixth duck in his hands, once again turning out blank. Suddenly in a fit of rage, he jumped into the air screaming, arms swinging when his head hit the roof of the stand.

He came crashing down, promptly sending the six little rubber ducks flying into the air, heading straight for the nearest passerby. Whoops!

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Omeerta Nostra 𓅭𓅭𓅭𓅭 Open

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh nooooo... he was really in too deep this time.

He saw there was a girl missing. Poor kid got snatched by some creeps, and well he couldn't just sit on his rear end and do nothing about it. That wasn't the duck family way. There was no danger too scary, especially when innocents were at stake.

Except... he didn't exactly have his family to count on this time. It was a stroke of luck that he managed to get down to the train ( though it may have been bad luck, considering he wasn't even sure what the path out was. but he wasn't really the thinker in most adventures. he had simply tumbled down the staircase without much rhyme or reason. )

And now here he was wandering around the streets, looking for any sort of clue that could help him find this girl. He'd lost track of how many days it had been, he knew it rained once... maybe twice. But he couldn't give up. Especially not if there were others down here.

The duck was lost. Lost and alone too.

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@liightaga // Seafaring Roommates

New worlds, new homes, new things to figure out. Donald was as crafty as they came (not so much because he wanted to be, as much as they had to be), and yet everything always came so much harder for one reason or another.

At least some things were the same, like this new phone! Ran faster than anything he had back home really, but he was bound to lose it at some point. The first thing to do would be to back it up.

His housekey had said he was given a place in Seaside Province. Though it took him time to find the location regardless, he'd made it down to the streets of the area, searching for his.

[201... 201... oh, which of these are 201?]

He was getting pretty distracted, looking from his phone to the numbers on the doors. But soon enough, he was at the right place!

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@bluestringpuppeteer // Garden Meeting

It was nice to be able to find quieter spots around this city. While he still felt unnerved by his surroundings, not everything was so different to the world he was from.

Among such spots he found, what seemed to be a pretty little lake, with fish and other ducks swimming around. Though, upon observance of the peaceful place, he found he wasn't the only one to have found this spot.

[Oh! Heya pal!] He was quick to call out, waving his arm in a sort of greeting. [Sorry, I didn't think I'd run into someone.]

He stood still watching the stranger, unsure if he should approach or not. Not that Donald was scared, but some people just liked to be left alone, and he wanted to be respectful.

[I can leave if ya want- since you're already here.]

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@brokeassgoing // Old new friends

Normally this wasn't a place where Donald would have attended to spend his evening. Though considering what was going through his mind, he could honestly use a quiet night and a drink.

The waystone tavern was pretty close, so why not?

He sauntered quietly into the bar, of course receiving some strange looks from the people around him but that was nothing new for the duck at this point. He found an empty seat at the bar beside a young man with red hair and cig.

[Heya Pal, uh. Is this seat taken?]

He asks putting a hand on the only available stool left. Though, looking at it now... he wasn't... sure how he was going to get up on it.

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Two Word Starters 𓅭𓅭𓅭𓅭 @brokeassgoing

asked: 'Time's up!'

[ Awe Phooey! ] They were practicing charades, just in case Badou ever needed some extra help understanding him. But they were also playing with the timer at the same time. So far Donald had little luck with educating him, but there was always next time.

[ Okay, okay. Now really watch me this time. ] He took up a prompt card, and readied himself to enact it. He set the timer on his phone and began the motions all over again. His arms flung every which way as he attempted to convey the single idea of ordering a sandwich.

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old prompt 𓅭𓅭𓅭𓅭 @brokeassgoing

asked: "I'll just rest here."

[ Buddy you ain't sleepin' on a park bench. ] Donald stated in a very matter-of-fact tone. It was pretty late and he'd found him at the bar for too long. He'd be resisting help for hours now, and Donald was up to here with it all ( lovingly, of course. He cared more about Badou's safety than anything else )

[ Now here's what's gonna happen. ] Donald started, grabbing his arm and guiding him along toward the taxi Donald had called. [ You're coming home with me, and we're gonna get you water and turn the couch into a bed for ya. ] He was successful in getting the upper body in.

[ I'll keep an eye on ya, then in the morning I'll make you, Sora, and I pancakes. And I ain't taking no for an answer! ] He got Badou in the cab with one final shove.

These lousy kids and their inability to take care of themselves of their basic needs. But gosh dang it if Donald doesn't still love 'em anyway.

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Displeased was probably an understatement, or at least that's what he scoffed to himself in his mind. Lately, his passion bubble had been a bit higher than he was used to, but even if he was mellowed he still would have felt ... well, angry,

It was the only way he could describe it. A righteous indignation about what she had seemingly grown up with for most (if not all) of her life. Granted, he couldn't say he was surprised.

She really was sitting before him acting as if nothing in the whole world was wrong. Like it was normal to always be traveling and fighting just to make a living. Traveling was difficult, yes. But he wasn't talking about it from a practical sense.

[ No- no... Byleth. ] He shook his head, though his brows remained furrowed. He sighed quietly, pinching the bridge of his nose. Calming breaths now... 1... 2... 3...

[ I'm sure he did fine in makin sure you survived. ] He couldn't hide the sarcasm that came with that last word. [ But wadda bout puttin you through school? Making sure you had friends and you had hobbies that weren't just what your dad wanted. ]

He could list everything he ever learned from his parenting guides about setting up your kids for success in life. These were very basic things. [ You call 'im by his first name too. What did your mom think of all that? ] he'd never even heard her mentioned once.

⚔️ // "traveling could be difficult at times . especially around the current season . if we found ourselves some days out from any nearby settlements , it was prudent to be careful in order to survive," she answered . "however , we were trained to prepare for any outcome ."

it was difficult to discern when exactly , but despite the PRACTICALITY of the current topic , byleth felt a sudden shift in the air . in but a single moment , was as though the space between herself and her companion had become heated . RIFE with something like the stinging prickle of a MIASMA spell on the tips of a mage's fingers . the feeling crawled down her neck and spine .

"but if . . . i may be so BOLD , donald , you seem . . . DISPLEASED ." byleth paused only long enough to turn her gaze to her companion . this was not the first time that byleth had mentioned her previous line of work . yet , it seemed to be the FIRST TIME that the mentioned brought donald some measure of discomfort . byleth couldn't understand why .

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Unprompted Ask [ always accepting ] 𓅭𓅭𓅭𓅭 @krueger4eva

asked: What are your plans for Fathers Day?

[ Aw Gosh... I don't really know what I'mma do about it. ] He had never really... forced the celebration of the day. Of course, the kids never even found out about it until they went to school. But often times he'd just gone out to dinner with them when they asked.

He always secretly loved when they brought him cards or made little gifts for him. He wasn't their dad by any means, nor did he ever claim something like that for himself... but he appreciated it anyway. He kept all of those gifts, and all those memories too.

[ Maybe I'll just take a nap and relax. ] He pondered for a moment. [ I guess it'd be more traditional to have a barbeque or something? Could work on some projects... go fishing... ] Honestly, they were all things Donald did anyway. It didn't seem worth the time to do something different when he wasn't a father...

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Sunflower Starter 𓅭𓅭𓅭𓅭 @epilvgue

It was nice to do something relaxing for a change. Sitting at one of the benches with a handful of beads and string, Donald had been working diligently at making some bracelets. Unfortunately, he was not only unlucky but not very artistic either.

He held up one of his creations to look at. Somehow it'd turned into an insanely chaotic mess of materials in the shape of a circle. Donald frowned but still turned to show his table partner.

[ Whaddya think of this, Vash? ] He was asking for honest feedback, trying to catch a glimpse of what he might have been working on. But it only took one quick breeze from the wind to break the whole bracelet, beads fell onto the table in a loud series of pitter patters, scattering everywhere.

[ ... Whoops. ] Donald looked at the mess he made, before sighing. [ Guess I'm starting over. How's yours coming along? ]

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Sunflower Festival Starter 𓅭𓅭𓅭𓅭 @fellstcr

Summer was definitely Donald's favorite season. There was just something about the sun warming his feathers while he reads a book, or taking a nap, or really just doing anything. It was especially great because of how much he loved the ocean.

Sailing, Fishing, Swimming, etc. etc. There was no better time to do it than in the summertime!

And speaking of, Donald was enjoying Aevum's newest little festival right at the place he spent the most time! He was well known around the Trawler Docks for visiting, working around as a deckhand, and even fixing up his own ship and everything to go sailing on.

He'd heard that one of the special events during the Sunflower Festival was a fishing competition! And boy oh boy was he excited about that! He was setting himself up with a very lofty goal to; try and win that fishing rod!!

Unfortunately... he nearly forgot about the fact that he was also the unluckiest duck in the whole world.

He'd been trying for the most fish caught category, but apparently, every fish in the ocean decided that his bait was not as tasty as other people's! He was getting frustrated after spending hours on the task. He reeled the line in just now, grumbling under his breath.

[ oh- doggon darn stubborn little... ] he was grumpily putting more bait on the line when he felt a soft tap on his shoulder. When he turned to look, he saw a familiar face that immediately lifted his spirits.

[ Ah, Byleth! ] He stood up on his seat. [ Boy oh boy am I glad to see ya! What brings ya to the Trawler Docks? ]

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Family Threads 𓅭𓅭𓅭𓅭 Amity Drabble

Boy oh boy had it been a rough month for the duck. Of course, it had been another year of the triplet's birthday, more specifically one where he wasn't able to share in it. Donald had to pretend it was enough for him, but it only made his heart more to think about.

It was a suggestion of the family he did have here ( honorary, but in his book, that's all that mattered ) that led him all the way out to the Padadue temple. It really was a pretty landscape out here, just teeming with life and color.

He walked into the temple, not exactly sure what to expect. But he knew what he was here for. He was greeted by one of the Acolytes, who spoke to him a little bit more about what this was and the entire ceremony process. It sounded like a lot of magic-y things that Donald didn't fully understand, but he was assured that it was painless, and the end result would be well worth the time.

Donald let out a deep sigh but nodded. A huge part of him just wanted to see his family again, and this Sovenance Tapestry seemed to be the best way to do that.

He sat down and thought hard. Though really, he didn't have to do that much. He had so many memories of his family.

The boys were the first things that came to his mind. Of course, that wasn't too much of a surprise. He thought of them today. Dewey with his energy. Louie with his cleverness. Huey with his intelligence. He loved each and every one of them more than life itself. He remember when they hatched. Their first steps. Their first day at school. And of course, he remembered the struggles. The trips to the food bank. And the days when Donald wasn't sure he was good enough to be considered a parent at all. But he knew without a shadow of a doubt that they loved him just as much as he did, and that's what mattered the most to him.

With the boys comes Uncle Scrooge. There's a pain in those memories, Donald knows. He feels it deep within himself. The 10 years of bitterness, anger, regrets. But he remembers the times before. The adventures they had, the way Uncle Scrooge was so much like a father to him when his own didn't take the time to understand him. He'd spent so much of his life with the man, that he hardly knew what to do with himself when they cut ties. But now he was back. He loves Uncle Scrooge more than anything, even with his faults. They're family, and families stick together.

With Scrooge then comes Della... she was alive. She was somewhere home - or maybe not, he didn't know for sure. But she could be back with her kids, her wonderful boys. He wondered how much she had changed - if he'd even recognize her if he saw her ( would she recognize him? ) But he focused on their past. There was no one else who understood him like her. They stood up for him like her. She was there for all of his lowest moments, just like he was there for hers. Of course, they fought and teased... but they loved each other. That's all Donald can hope for.

There were so many memories that Donald searched through. He saw little Webby and Mrs. Beakly. He saw Launchpad and Gyro. So many friends; all of whom he'd call his family in one form or another. They'd saved the world together and loved each other more than anything else. Donald had been 10 years without a family, only to find himself surrounded by multitudes. Like all families in the world, they weren't perfect, but they all knew where they belonged.

And that's what he left the temple with. The tapestry turned out pretty big, but it was full of his memories. They were so vivid and captured the likeness just as he remembered it. The image depicted a giant family photo. Donald with the boys all doing something dear to them. Scrooge and Della stood behind, a plane in the distance. While everyone else filled the space around them, totally unique and representative of who they were.

It was a beautiful thing, and he couldn't be happier that he had one. He'd treasure it forever.