#Ducktales 2017 RP

[summersmilefades]

𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 -- 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 ( 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 & 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 ).

indie, priv. & semi-selective ( mutuals only ) multimuse blog, featuring muses from DC comics, MCU, & various anime & cartoons. 18+. written by kal ( he / it, 24 ). graphics by @mmarblewonderss !

carrd ( rules & muses ) .

[romunomuses]

roleplay for ducktales muses over @iihavethesword

You may know me as ListOfEvilInventions , GayForGizmoduck , RunningAFowl or IIAmNotAGadgetMan. 

[secret-tester]

I have an art request! can you draw dewey, huey, louie, and webby in a cuddle pile together? (I got this idea from our rp)

Here are ur art request @story-blossom and @foxherder!!

Thank you for the ask!!

[lilmissrandom4607]

[starlingdrawz]

I was surprised to see heaven in your eyes

I never once was treated right, you're what I'm missing in my life

After dealing with many toxic boyfriends, Louie finally found the one who would treat him like a precious jewel

Commissions

[daisy-duck-rp]

Happy Birthday Donald and Della!!!

Happy Birthday to these two best duck twins, Donald and Della Duck ( @worldsbestmom2007 ) with best wishes!!!

[louie-mcduck-official]

hi

Louie duck here.

Too lazy to type this shit out sooooooooo

@dewey-duck-rp

Is my brother

(main: @hyperfixationsgobrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)

[the-gearloose-inventor-rp]

introduction post 101:

greetings, tumblr. my name is Gyro Gearloose, head of the invention and science department of McDuck industries. this blog is going to be my diary to keep track of experiments and inventions, along with educating people about science. this is NOT a business affiliated blog, anyone who comes into my asks complaining about my inventions turning on them is gonna get BLOCKED.

you can follow my amazing and incredible son at @a-definitely-real-boy, also follow his friends or whatever:

- @huey-jet-duck (red nephew)

- @junior-woodchuck-huey (other red nephew)

- @dewey-duck-rp (blue nephew)

- @louie-mcduck-official (green nephew)

- @sword-horses (webbigail)

- @lena-despell (webbigail's friend)

- @violet-sabrewing-rp (webbigail's friend's sister and webbigail's other friend)

rules are:

- keep things SFW

- nontriggering topics

- racists, homophobes, transphobes, proshippers, ableists of any kind and edison stans dni. this should be kind of obvious but just in case. (ooc: last one is a reference)

(you can find my main blog at @randomlyneik and my duck sideblog at @neiksduckyducklab !)

[glittering-goldie-rp]

Hello, I'm Goldie O'Gilt. I'm Scrooge's love interest and business partner. I'm also a business woman, while I have been a ballroom dancer back in the Klondike Gold rush days and worked as a hotel owner in Dawson. I also have a granddaughter named Dickie. You can also call me Glittering Goldie or Aunt Goldie if you'd like.

My Friends:

@the-richest-duck and @pick-and-shovel-laborer ❤️

@louie-mcduck-official 💚

@daisy-duck-rp

@donald-duck-the-best-duck-rp

@may-and-june-duck

@the-gearloose-inventor-rp

@junior-woodchuck-huey and @huey-jet-duck

@dewey-duck-rp

@sword-horses

@lena-despell

@violet-sabrewing-rp

@worldsbestmom2007

@a-definitely-real-boy

@gosin-for-it

@red-feathers-galore

@mouse-inventor-gadget

My Enemy:

@flintheartglomgoldrp

(OOC)

Rules first please:

No nsfw

no triggering topics

racists, homophobes, transphobes, proshippers, ableists of any kind should not interact and be given an instant block.

I will answer/not answer asks at my own discretion.

Keep it PG please.

Follow my main blog @boingodigitalart for more DuckTales, Mickey and Friends, and other content, art, and various reblogs! (Likes and reblogs come from here)

[thelostexperiment]

The Life of Brian Buzzard

It started as a perfectly average day for the old buzzard. His routine ticked on as usual, wake up, get ready for the day, get coffee, drive to work. He could hear the car that stopped next to him at the light blaring Crane Carpenter’s ‘We’ve Only Just Begun’ through their opened window, even though the song isn’t as nearly as bad as the other modern trash kids are playing these days it still annoyed him no less have it drown out his quiet drive. Once the light turned green he wasted no time to get away from that car.

His work at S.H.U.S.H. Was just as uneventful if not a little taxing trying to balance the books with all the chaotic escapades they get into… especially with that philanthropist McDuck interfering with missions. That hurricane of a duck had been giving him a migraine ever since his first mission with S.H.U.S.H. Throwing his finances into a tizzy, giving him more messes to clean up, MORE WORK, and that’s just with his day job…

By evening, the buzzard had showed up at F.O.W.L. H.Q. with a briefcase of S.H.U.S.H. financial notes, not to share with his partner in crime, it was the leftover work of the day that he needed to finish on top of running F.O.W.L. from the shadows it seemed like there was no rest for him anymore. 

Things only became more restless once Black Heron burst into his office as manic as ever, “I’VE DONE IT! IT’S BRILLIANT I TELL YOU! THE SCHEME THAT WILL HAVE US RULING THE WORLD MWAHAHAHAH!”

The sudden ruckus caused the old buzzard’s pen to streak across the paper as he was shaken in his seat.

“Heron! Do you EVER knock!?” He asked, exasperated.

“Who has time to knock when evil is afoot?” she retorted while rubbing her hands together with minising glee. 

The old man was already beginning to tune her out as he looked at the runed paper with frustration. Maybe he could just white-out the imperfection and that that would be good enough… As he carefully fixed the paper and continued with the paperwork he could still hear her gabbing away about something involving the stone of what-was but he was too busy to pay attention while he was hunched over mantaling his work. He only gave her an off-handed “Mm… Mm-hmm” as acknowledgement, just hoping she’d leave him in peace soon.

Suddenly Heron’s bionic fist slammed down on the table, jolting him back to reality.

“Will you PLEASE pay attention to my evil schemes of world domination!?”

With a sigh he took off his glasses to rub the bridge of his beak, “How many times do I have to repeat myself, we do not do ‘evil schemes’ because we are NOT VILLAINS!”

Heron rolled her eyes, “Oh whatever, just listen to my-”

“Heron, please! I am far too busy to listen to your ideas right now.” He interrupted with his eyes still on the papers, “I'm already far behind schedule with these invoices. Could you pitch whatever you had in mind later?”

“But you always say that!” she complained and flopped her torso on the desk dramatically, “You’ve been too busy for any of my plans, it’s almost like you don’t want to take over the world.”

Her covering his work with her body only annoyed him more. “Of course I do but between S.H.U.S.H. and my work here I just don’t have time for anything else right now.”

“Hmmm… If only you could be in two places at once, riiiight?” She said as she craned her resting chin between her thumb and finger with a smug crooked grin.*

The buzzard sat in silence staring at her for a moment, now interested in where she was going with this but also dreading it too. “Yes… I suppose so…”

“Well now you can! We’ll just use the stone of what-was to clone you and let him worry about your boring day job while we take over the world!” She announced as she stood up straight and flung her arms in the air with pazazz.

“That sounds… like such a bad idea.” he replied exhaustedly, “It’s too unpredictable. How do we know it won’t turn evil or god forbid reveal my involvements with F.O.W.L.?”

“That’s the beauty of it, I will have your memories, your personality, It will know not to step out of line. And if it is flawed we’ll just replace it and make an example out of it to its replacement.”

He was still skeptical about the whole thing but she was very persuasive, this was all just giving him another headache on top of the pressure he was already under. “I… I need some time to think about it…”

“That’s not a ‘no’~!”

“It’s not a ‘Yes’ either!” He snapped, and pointed his pen at her accusingly “I meant it when I said I don’t want any unauthorized experiments, especially ones that involve me, do you understand?”

“Of course, Of course, I’ll give you your time to think.” She assuredly backed away with her hands up. She backed into the open doorway with a confident smile, “Let me know when you make a decision on my offer,” she slowly began to shut the door but she kept her head in his view and added, “When you’re not ‘too busy’...” and with that her head disappeared and the door completely closed.

He was finally left alone in the room. Despite that the ever present stress weighed heavy on his chest as he stared at the unfinished work. The old buzzard leaned forward burying his face in his hands,letting out another sigh, then leaned back in his chair with his eyes still closed. The room was getting stuffy, he could feel the moisture in the air become unbearable, it was getting hard to breathe…

He couldn't breathe.

His eyes could barely open but he couldn't see.

He couldn’t breathe!

HE CAN’T BREATH!

The buzzard clone inside the tank was finally ready to emerge and by the way it was pressing its hands against the glass it seemed eager to be out. The viscous fluid that drained from the tank finally lowered below his head, leaving it free to take his first breath.

It gasped, coughing and sputtering. It tried rubbing the fluid from his eyes but it was a fruitless endeavor, he was covered in the stuff. Finally the tank was fully drained and the hatch opened. The clone took his first steps into the cold air. He looked around the room for Black Heron furiously but couldn't see anything clearly through the fluid in his eyes.

“COUGH...Heron!" He weakly called out through a fit of coughs, “This is your doing isn't it!? I told you no unauthor—! COUGH–COUGH” Another fit of coughs made it impossible to chastise anyone properly.

With his outstretched arm he tried feeling his way around the room, trying not to show how frightened and confused he truly felt. His emotions were already raw but he was not about to give whoever might be watching the satisfaction of seeing him panic.

[enigma-absolute]

Maddox: Uh oh! You just broke that priceless vase and got the curse! Good luck dealing with that!

Some bad guy: what kind of curse?!

Maddox: Grave misfortune, increased gullibility, and a swift kick in the ribs!

Some bad guy: Wha--

Venatrix: YAAAAAAAAAAAGGH -violent fox attack into this dude’s chest-

Some bad guy: AAAAAAAA MY RIBS

[themultiverseheroines]

Open Fandom RP (to all fandoms)

Webby is a McDuck. She’s still having trouble believing it all to be true. But it is and she was happy for it. Scrooge however, worried for his now revealed daughter, especially how she has a bigger target on her back.

So, he hired someone to watch over her, while they’re out in their travels, and keep her out of real danger. “Okay, so last time I did this, it was all right. But this time, I’m going to use my sled to slide down this very, very large snow mountain, and make it down to the bottom in fifteen seconds. You in?!” 

((made by Jihaan--IZ))

[daisy-duck-rp]

Thank you for this!! I"d say Dino Bones and Moss for me!! @lena-despell @worldsbestmom2007 @the-richest-duck

Ok I made one of these, send in some asks and tell me how you feel about me <3

[reconnect-re-union]

We're looking for Huey, Dewey, and Louie roleplayers* to join RE:Union!

See here for our server summary!

See here for our current taken and available muses! *you can only roleplay as one of them at a time, so please bring your friends to complete the set!

[daisy-duck-rp]

How are you?

I'm doing great thank you. Just being with Donald on dates, taking care of May and June, and going out as Super Daisy to help Duck Avenger. Lately I've been dress designing with Huey and Webby's help, other times I've been getting to know more about history with Violet at the Library.

[thelostexperiment]

Buzzard Reunion

The imposing wooden fortress, that was once Magica DeSpell’s old tree hovel, magically grown, entangled with other trees around it that had curled and twisted into turrets with branches sprouting into steeples covered with foliage, loomed large as the landmark of the swamp, as ghastly as it was garish. 

Against the pouring rain and the cracks of thunder, the faintest of mermering can be heard from outside one of the gothic style knothole windows at the second floor. From the outside looking in, flashes of purple lights could be seen through the opaque glass accompanied by some screams and muffled shouting. The ruckus only grew more chaotic inside the tree-castle with the sounds of smashing glass, metal clanging, and various collisions as red light started flashing against the purple. The pandemonium inside crescendoed with a tremendous “CRASH" which ended the light show. 

For a tenuous moment it seemed like everything was finally still inside. That moment shattered just like the  window when a chair was hurled through it and a muted rainbow colored mist started seeping out of the gaping hole as a low rumbling started to grow.

The Black Buzzard with a squirming, squawking sack over his shoulder hopped onto the windowsill, frantically shouting, “HURRY-UP! GO-GO-GO!!"

His assistant, clad in a hooded cloak, suddenly glomped onto his waist, toppling him over the edge and both fell screaming out of the window into a brief freefall. Fortunately the Buzzard’s umbrella-copter saved them from hitting the ground and carried them away turbulently while they struggled to keep hold of each other and to avoid crashing into the surrounding trees.

Meanwhile the rumbling from the tree-castle erupted as enormous red and blue spotted testicles with crustacean claws a the tips and eyes for suction-cups burst out of all the windows, and a giant chicken food busted open the front door. Garbling rowers and snarls drowned out the noise of the storm and couldn't still be heard long after the lair of Magica DeSpell was out of view… that's someone else's problem now.

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Once back at the Discord Duo’s home base, an old mansion with a copper roof so new that the scaffolding hadn't yet been taken down, Collin’s elation could no longer be contained.

They did it! Finally! After all the special training, the scheming, the preparations, the risks taken, it all paid off!

He hummed merrily during his clothing change, and made a little bouncing skip across his room as he pulled on his evening jacket. He approached a washstand while smirking at his reflection in its mirror for the first time, dipped his hands in the basin of water and rubbed the cool liquid into his face multiple times until his youth had washed away to the age he was originally made to be. 

There was a knock at the door as he dried off with a hand towel. He could hear Susan's voice through the door telling him that she got everything ready for him.

With everything he needed with him, he left his room and made his way down to the hall in stride until he reached the door his new “inhabitant" was behind. 

The room was dimly lit as he requested. The greater light that beamed through the now open door acted as a spotlight, casting Collin’s shadow across the pet-pad laden floor. At the very end of the room, just outside the light’s reach was a wheeled stool that was reupholstered with synthetic lawn and tethered to that stool by his new leather anklets & jesses with bungee cord, was the currently feral vulture, wearing a falconer’s hood. 

Seeing his former creator like this gave the clone a rush of superiority and malicious pleasure, his lips curled into a crooked smile. He closed the door behind him as he approached the bird, reached into his coat and pulled out the fully repaired intelliray gun. He stopped a few paces away from his target as he set the dial to “intelligent”, aimed point blank and… fired. 

Once he was certain it worked, he delicately slipped the hood off the bird’s face and with a malevolent grin he said in a silky tone, “Hello Bradford…”