#Steelbeak (stealbeak)

[thecrusadercomrade]

Ducktales day double-o-Duck. What did you think of Smart Launchpad? Black Heron and Stealbeak. Scrooge getting addict to Funso.

I feel bad that he ended up going back to his original intelligence at the end. Not just because Launchpad wasn't able to warn Scrooge and the others about FOWL, but because of how much he seemed to enjoy being a genius. He could've done so much for the world!

Steelbeak was a pretty fun villain for the episode, I hope we get to see him again. He was like an evil version of Launchpad, to the point where they were perfectly able to understand each other's absurd way of playing cards. Not much to say on Black Heron except that it was cool to see her again after so long.

Leave it to Scrooge to go completely over the top as soon as gold is mentioned, even if it's not real gold. Not too familiar with arcades so I don't know how accurate that ticket value at the end was, but what a rip-off! Webby singlehandedly managed to break Scrooge more than any villain in the show.

[hardheadedbighearted]

"No, they're far too busy to send on such a small errand. Graves is scheduled for tests to his wyvern form, and I have Steelbeak posing for a painting I'm working on."

She gave him a once over, and then sighed.

"I suppose there is always the chance to James killing you as soon as he sees you. Very well, you may borrow Stealbeak as long as you make it a quick errand. I can work on the landscape until he gets back."

hardheadedbighearted​:

“Wonderful. And when we’ve finished that, you can go into Atlas and tell James to pass on my Mumblr to my dear husband, so we can speak through it :)”

…Fuck.

“Uh…YEAH,” he said, smiling a bit too wide for comfort. “Sure. And I wanna hope-assume one of the bigger guys like Graves or Steelbeak is gonna come with me? You know, for protection?”

So he didn’t end up with another shiner from someone over there? If not Qrow than James himself?

[theluckyestclover7]

I love the fethsteel ship too ahhhh ❤️. I love the idea that Fethry embarrasses Steel by being incredibly sweet and attentive to him. He calls Steel to tell him he loves him, he makes sure to kiss him whenever he can, he makes lunches for him and writes notes, and he always calls him names like beaky, honey or sweetie pie. Steel gets so embarrassed by the attention but he adores it lol.

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[promptlyprompts27]

Fandom : Ducktales 2017

Prompt :

The remaining agents of FOWL try to salvage any of their resources after the battle at the Lost Library.

Somehow they manage to bring Black Heron back from the portal set for annihilation.

Steelbeak is the new head of FOWL. The other agents are the heads of other departments.

They make their escape before they’re caught by their enemies but they don’t come out of the library the same way they entered.

Or.

Heron has seen destruction and finds out that she will draw the line at portals on her villainy.

(This was meant to be a Heron related prompt but you can use this as an opportunity to branch out what will become of FOWL after the finale.)

[toons-a-plenty]

“I’m thinkin’ on takin’ my cuz out for a run wit us.” “But....i-isn’t he just a kid?” “....You’re point?” “Well, it’s just that these kinds of heists aren’t really fo-rmhnmm!!” “Listen Pinky, I know what I’m doin’. An’ if I hear ya question me again....Let’s jus’ say it wouldn’t be good fer ya, got it?”

We got to talking about what Joey’s past was like. J mentioned that Steelbeak probably would grab Joey’s beak to get their attention and I took it one step further I think. When a lower status worker at FOWL starts questioning you, you gotta show who’s boss somehow!

[suspendersofdisbelief]

why are they always muzzling stealbeak?

LET HIM SPEAK

Pretty good chance of Steelbeak speaking a lot coming up.

[ninja-librarian]

If the Spy Family consists of Steelbeak as the muscle, Beakley a trained expert in everything, Emma as the honeypot, Webby as a combination of all of them, would Fethry be the Stealbeak translocator?

That sounds right to me!

[bendigo-shemndigo]

How does steelbeak manage to capture Flint and how does the morality device work?

He catches him off guard! Before this Flint had a very small amount of what F.O.W.L was and never really fucked with them. After he comes back from the Negaverse, literally like Flint had just stepped out of the portal, Stealbeak catches him and says he's being recuited, Flint rejects him and and a second option was knocked out. Afterwards they just keep splashing water on him so he cant use his powers

The machine works by like... A sort of laser beaming their brain to mess with like the chemical balence that is their morality... I think... Stealbeak explains how it works in the comic!

[yandere-toons]

Yandere Stealbeak x reader, please?

Yandere Steelbeak (Platonic Scenario - "Operation Jailbird Jenny")

Warnings: Incarceration, Implied Violence & Death.

A.N. - 🎶 I started a joke, which started the whole world crying, but I didn't see that the joke was on me 🎶.

Honestly, I could write a lot about Steelbeak and the reader just being in prison together, but a F.O.W.L. team-up has potential, too.

"Hey, roomie, I was thinking we could eat lunch together tomorrow. What do you say?" Steelbeak tailed you with a hopeful grin, hands cupped in front of his chest.

The blazing light of the prison bulbs glistened on the various cracks in his busted jaws, casting a glare that caused a nearby guard to wince and spin around with a scowl.

"Hey, ugly, put a mask on that thing!"

The rooster slumped and arched his shoulders with a growl, hackles puffing.

You quickly intervened. "We have lunch together every day, but sure."

Your voice was hushed and a click above a whisper, as solitary confinement was not an appealing prospect. It was a punishment Steelbeak had become quite familiar with despite your warnings, though he always claimed that the battered figure of another inmate or guard was in your defence.

"Really?!" The squeal is his voice was barely suppressed as he rattled his fists like an exuberant child. The smile on your face was minuscule but enough to earn a bear hug from the rooster, only for the embrace to be interrupted by the bitter muttering of another convict.

"We get it. You're in love with each other."

While your gaze drifted to the warden observing the scene from the second level, Steelbeak whipped around with clenched fists and a grisly snarl. The missing portions of his beak exposed his gums and the interior of broken teeth, tongue lulling slightly to the side.

The source of the taunt was a short, lean pelican from the gang you commonly encountered in the lunchroom.

"You wanna go for round two, shrimp?"

The prisoner took one look at the rooster's jagged chops and scarred bill and recoiled in disgust, eyes lingering on the string of saliva leaking from a gap where a tooth had originally made its home. "No thanks, I'd rather not spend the next hour cleaning your spit off me."

Steelbeak smiled with renewed fervour and stooped to bring himself inches from the pelican. "Oh, so you're looking at my beak, huh? Do you like it? Why don't I make yours look the same way?"

His voice had raised to a yell, and the warden calmly motioned to a collection of guards below. A serene smile was on his face as they approached the three of you with batons clamped in hand.

"You're not even half the man who did this," roared Steelbeak, pointing to his broken maw and only pausing in his tirade when you yanked the back of his jumpsuit.

He immediately turned with a smile. "Yeah, roomie?"

You gestured to the advancing guards as discreetly as possible, and his innocent expression soured to the look of a puppy who had been punted by its owner. 

As he was escorted to solitary confinement, he glanced at you and whimpered, "Sorry, guess we're not having lunch tomorrow."

No sooner than him nearing the first turn did a blaring horn pound its way into your ears.

Red and orange lights swallowed the corridor as every cell door threw themselves open with a resounding buzz. Guards and prisoners scrambled in every direction as the warden disappeared from the railing, hoots of ecstasy and howls of outrage quickly drowning out the alarms that provoked them.

You spun around a few times, unsure which route to pursue, before spotting the pelican from earlier glaring in your direction.

Steelbeak towered over the rest of the prisoners and had begun to call out to you but was interrupted by a heron swooping into his path.

She was clad in a red dress with go-go boots and a black, beehive hairstyle. Her right arm was entirely mechanical. "My name is Black Heron. I work for an organization that has taken an interest in your skillset."

The rooster marched past her. "Yeah, maybe later."

The heron watched him with shock for a moment before rushing to match his pace, jogging at his side. "There is an unmarked car waiting to take us back to base where you will be outfitted with a steel beak."

The rooster skidded to a halt and stared at her with wide, incredulous eyes.

"I'm sorry, what was that last part?"

Black Heron took a breath, pleased to have garnered his attention. "Your old, shattered beak will be replaced with an unbreakable, steel beak. The organization guarantees its efficiency, as well as protection from any further legal action."

Steelbeak glanced at his busted jaws and the nearby throng of battling convicts and guards before replying, "I don't understand what half of that means, but what I do know is that I'm getting a new beak."

The heron frowned and narrowed her eyes, a quiet sigh escaping. Before she could torture herself by using the barest of language, he reeled backwards in euphoria and punched the air.

"I've gotta tell my roomie! They'll love getting a new crib!"

Alarm flashed across Black Heron's face, and she clutched his forearm before he took a single step. "Negative. My mission is to retrieve you and you only. No one else can know about this."

His mirth withered away in an instant. "You mean I can't take them with me?"

The heron released him and nodded, not a hint of sympathy on her countenance. "That is correct."

Steelbeak deflated at first before his torn bill and chapped gums curved into a ghastly sneer. "I don't care if my new beak spits fire. If my roomie stays, I stay. Thanks but no thanks."

He approached the recesses of the crowd but paused at her next words.

"We can come back."

Black Heron emerged from behind him with a calculating expression. "I've done my homework on this prison. A despicable dungeon for an equally disposable city. The warden mistreats you, doesn't he?"

Steelbeak observed her with a pensive frown, and she knew her words would not soon be forgotten.

"Even a cold heart like mine knows when someone needs to be knocked off their pedestal. My organization is more than willing and equipped to leave St. Canard with one less criminal on its streets, but of course, we can only do so with you in our ranks."

The rooster strained his ears to detect any sign of your voice, the budding inner turmoil tearing his allegiance in two. "I could free them and make them never have to worry about the big guy ever again?"

Black Heron placed her robotic hand on his forearm, a sinister smile creeping onto her features. "Yes, the organization will provide you with anything you may desire. Your friend will never have to fear him, but we must leave now." 

She began to tug him towards the nearest exit, but his steps were hesitant and sluggish. He glanced over his shoulder every few seconds with a conflicted visage, causing a grumble about her boss's sanity to slip from the heron. 

You had yet to enter his sight, and not guaranteeing your safety left an anchor to settle in his stomach. Any sign that you had escaped or were at least unharmed would be enough for him to quell his concerns and pursue whatever future this organization had in mind, but the ambiguity was eating him from the inside out.

Your screams for him to wait reverberated through the corridor in desperate howls, but as thundering footsteps encircled you like a pack of wolves, your voice became one of the numerous, faceless cries for salvation.

Steelbeak had spent many a sleepless night replaying conversations with you and imagining new ones. Every facet of your voice was memorized down to the slightest twinge of tone, and your shriek of pain brought him to a standstill. The haunting sound echoed in his mind like a requiem knell, sending a tremor from his shoulders to his fingertips. The rooster spun around and yanked his arm from the heron's grasp.

An unruly gasp escaped her as she narrowly avoided tumbling to the concrete floor, robotic arm extending to plant itself on a slab of loose clay.

"What do you think—" her voice dripped with malice as she propelled herself to her feet in a huff, a furious scowl sharpening her words to a blade.

Steelbeak swerved to face her with a frantic expression and muttered, "I can't leave without them," before sprinting towards the mob of inmates clambering and trampling each other in the rat race to the nearest exit. He was twice the size of the next largest convict, who was tossed aside like a child.

Black Heron opened her beak to question his meaning but shut it just as fast when the authoritative figure of the warden came into view at the end of the corridor.

Clutched in his burly hand was a baton, the blood of its past victims clinging to the black paint like they were eternal companions. His weathered, sunken face was riddled with wrinkles from years of cruelty, but the barbarous gleam had yet to leave his eyes.

A javelin of fear penetrated her heart. The frigid stake twisted and churned her innards until she swallowed the anxiety and leapt forward to retrieve the package.

Steelbeak's stomach turned inside out as he charged through multiple prisoners like a snorting bull, disregarding their panicked and infuriated yells in favour of scouring for the prize in the centre. When he grasped nothing but air, the rooster cocked his head back and shouted your name. The prison was filled with anguished screams and the most depraved obscenities to ever grace his ears, but he refused to miss the tiniest hint of your voice.

A hand landed on his shoulder.

He curled his fist and whirled around to plant it between the perpetrator's eyes, only to pause with a raised arm at the sight of a dishevelled Black Heron.

Her raven hair was ruffled and frayed, more akin to a bird's nest than the professional coiffure she flaunted mere moments earlier. The red band was crooked and on the cusp of plummeting to the floor, and her scarlet dress was torn at the neck and waist.

"Not the best choice for a prison break, eh, Heron?" Steelbeak flashed a sneer at her scathing glare and had begun to turn away when her mechanical fingers dug into his plumage. 

"I'm not spending another minute in this cesspool! We leave now," she commanded, voice booming. 

The rooster's head whipped around and shot her a look of defiance. "Then, fly on back to base, Heron." His tone dropped to a growl. "'Cause I'm not leavin' without my roomie." He clenched his fists and took a step towards the nearest crowd, but the heron gripped his arm once more and dived in front of him. 

"Yes, you are! The warden is coming this way, and being beaten with batons is not part of my mission!"

 Steelbeak's stubborn scowl was replaced by alarm and concern. "The warden," he murmured, paleness seeping into his countenance. 

Black Heron clutched the side of his jumpsuit as he dashed past several convicts clamouring for vengeance as they were tackled by guards, kicking the hand of one who attempted to grasp her ankle.

The spy demanded that he cease the chase, but the rooster was undeterred. His cries of your name melded with the howls of hysterical prisoners and enraged guards in a cacophony of desperation. The moment his eyes landed on the sight of your bruised, unconscious body being dragged towards solitary confinement while a familiar pelican was snickering with the remainder of his gang, a bloodthirsty scream reverberated through the prison walls. 

The culprits whirled around as one to see the hulking rooster sprinting at them. Blood was pouring into his head and clouding his vision as the excess of adrenaline made him feel lighter than air, and he failed to distinguish between the convicts before him and the one who broke his beak all those years ago. If he strained his ears, he could hear the cheering of the crowd as he raised his fist.

* * *

"Error: Rogue Agent Detected. Ending Transmission."

"I never took you for one who enjoyed burning the midnight oil, Steelbeak." 

The rooster straightened. "Heron." 

He heard no further footsteps, indicating that the spy was remaining in the doorway. "How'd you know it was me?" It was a question he already knew the answer to, but it would provide him with a few more seconds to contemplate whether his plan would ever see fulfillment. 

"What other imbecile would be trying to hack our servers from within the base?" 

Steelbeak's grip on the Intelli-ray tightened. It was not the exact word, but it was close enough to make his blood boil like a pot of water on a blazing stovetop. 

"You know I can't allow you to leave." Black Heron's voice was as impassive as always, betraying nothing but a hint of vexation. The rooster briefly wondered if she had ever smiled without malicious intent since childhood.

He stared at his reflection on the vast, black screen of the central computer and caught a glimpse of his old beak. Unbroken, never having to bow to a button on a remote. 

"I think it looks great." 

Your words had echoed in his mind since the moment they left your mouth. The memory of you reaching across the lunch table to touch his busted beak haunted him at night, denying him the pleasure of succumbing to the seductive lure of unconsciousness. It was the sole compliment in a sea of slurs and stigmas that repeated in his head like a record with the world as its player. 

Even the group who liked to paint themselves as his saviour did little more than bully him at the slightest sign of failure, the taunts and isolation reminding him of the warden and his opponents in the ring. Each time he was released from solitary confinement, you would welcome him back with nothing but relief. He was your only protection, and he had abandoned you to be subjected to all sorts of vile acts. 

If you loathed him now, it would be no one's fault but his and F.O.W.L.'s.

"And you know that won't stop me." 

Red light engulfed the room in a monstrous wave as Black Heron plummeted to the floor, head bouncing off the tile with a smack. The digits of her robotic arm twitched and jerked. Seeing the pompous, callous spy reduced to such a pathetic state brought a smile to Steelbeak's refurbished face, and he lifted the weapon to his mouth. "You should smile more, Heron," he quipped, lightly blowing on the wisp of smoke emitting from the barrel. 

She shifted to an upright position with all the grace of a toddler and tucked her knees in, gazing up at him with wide eyes and a giddy grin. A mindless giggle escaped her as he strolled into the corridor. The door automatically shut behind him, plunging the spy into darkness. 

Black Heron was drawn to the shimmering lights on the main computer's keyboard where she slammed her hands into every button within reach. Multiple screens began glowing and flashing a myriad of colours, prompting her chuckles to evolve into cackling.

Manic laughter reverberated through the corridor as sirens and alarm bells shook the foundation of the base. 

Steelbeak passed Bradford Buzzard and his two brothers scrambling out of their briefing office and towards the control room, a fledgling fire consuming countless documents and spilling out like a broken dam. 

Screams erupted in the room next to him, and he spared a glance to behold a drenched Rockerduck sprinting into the corridor with an equally soaked Jeeves in hot pursuit. 

The sprinkler system confronted the flames in a cacophony of roars and hisses, electrocuting an unsuspecting Gandra Dee who had curiously entered the fray and been shoved into the downpour by the fleeing robber baron. 

Bradford pounded on the door to the control room and gawked for a moment when it immediately opened, only for it to shut when he was halfway through and lodge him against the wall.

Steelbeak shot the Phantom Blot a smug smile when he materialized at the end of the corridor, gauntlet raised and green eyes searching for the culprit. The shadow paused to watch him amble through the chaos and gradually lowered his arm. The rooster brushed a few stray water droplets off his shoulder and straightened his glistening tuxedo before exiting the scene. The Phantom Blot stared at the door with an inquiring gaze but directed his attention elsewhere once Bradford's shrieks overpowered the howls of the ravenous blaze.

Your stomach had turned inside out more times than days you had spent wallowing in this prison. Not a flicker of light had entered your eyes for weeks. You had to wrap your arms around yourself and drag them across any surface in this cage to ensure that you still existed and were not some disembodied soul trapped in a pitch-black limbo. The rancid air stunk of slow death and rotting flesh, the lives of past occupants drained until they were nothing but a quivering, wasted mess. 

The only reason your sanity had yet to depart was the dwindling hope that your best friend had not discarded you like a busted toy, but even that had begun to feel delusional. Scars lined every inch of you as if your body was a blank painting crying out to be filled, varying degrees of pain dancing in your limbs. Liquid pooled underneath and seeped into the cracks in the weathered floor, but the contents were as lost on you as the position of the sun. If it was blood, you did not know whether it was yours or the poor sap who came before. 

If it was something else, you preferred not to let your mind wander.

A buzzing had entered your ears some time ago, but you wrote it off as a dwelling insect or a figment of a mind teetering on the cusp of insanity due to an extensive lack of stimulation. If the world refused to supply, it would produce the entertainment itself. You had rubbed your finger raw in an attempt to confirm that it was attached, and the repetitive motion was the only barrier between silence and a scream ripping through your throat. The prospect of sleep grew more promising despite having awoken from a lengthy slumber merely an hour ago.

 As you slid further down the decaying wall and lowered your head to rest on your cocked shoulder, a banging erupted on the opposite side of the metal door. A strangled gasp escaped your hoarse throat as you planted yourself against the nearest surface. It was the first noise to reach your ears in days, and various scenarios of guards storming inside and beating you for some unknown transgression flashed through your mind.

Your legs had grown feeble and unsteady from weeks of malnutrition and disuse and collapsed when you endeavoured to stand. As the banging increased in ferocity and frequency, your heart began to palpitate in a bizarre synchronization. Flecks of light peeked through cavities in the door as the rattling of hinges loosening and the ringing of nails striking the floor caused a frantic hope to bubble in your gut. 

No guard would make such a spectacle out of opening the door. 

The air grew still for a moment before an excess of light invaded your vision and sent you scurrying to the floor with arms shielding your eyes, a series of thumps following the slam of the door meeting concrete. A broad shadow soon came to loom above your trembling figure, and you slowly lowered your limbs to squint at the unknown visitor.

"What's up, roomie?" 

The light sent spikes of agony to melt your eyes in their sockets, but your clouded mind recognized the voice from a memory held each day to keep every scrap of sanity grounded. The name of your best friend tumbled past your lips in a desperate whisper. 

"I go by 'Steelbeak' now. You know, 'cause of the metal beak?"

Your delirious mind only comprehended a fraction of his words as you staggered to your feet and clumsily reached for his bill. "Oh, your beak! You have to be careful. Is it hurt?" You ran a hand across it, only to recoil slightly at how cold and smooth it felt against your fingers. 

Steelbeak leaned forward to position his restored mouth directly in front of your face. "No, no! I got a steel beak now! Check it out!" The rooster opened and closed his jaws multiple times in rapid succession. "What do you think? Pretty sweet, huh?" 

Your eyes had begun to make peace with the glaring prison lights, and your mind was quieting in the presence of a living person. As the beaming face of your best friend came into focus, your gaze drifted back and forth between him and his beak.

Steelbeak grunted when you lunged forward and wrapped your arms around as much of him as possible. 

"I knew you hadn't forgotten me," you murmured, not paying any mind to the dark, viscous substance staining his otherwise pristine suit. While it seeped onto your jumpsuit and face like glue, your best friend merely slung an arm around your shoulder. 

"Never, roomie." 

The embrace was constricting and threatened to cut off your circulation, but your brain was screaming at the opportunity to make contact with another person. Your hands clenched his tuxedo as a dash of alarm shot through your veins. "The guards will be here any second. We need to go—" 

Steelbeak's prideful chuckle silenced your worries.

"I learned a thing or two since I've been gone. Now, how's about we give the warden a little going-away present?"

[backtothefuturefan88]

@saltycharacterasks This is exactly how I feel! Thank you! 👏👏. If he had been faking his idiocy like you suggested, then I would have enjoyed this episode more.

But, he wasn’t. And because of that, his idiocy was way too distracting, and he acted so obviously different than his Darkwing Duck version. Which is really disappointing because I was really looking forward to watching this episode.

But now, I don’t know if I want the show to introduce more Darkwing Duck characters if their just going to butcher the character like they did to Steebeak.

(I personally don’t really have a problem with how looks, exept for the fact that they changed the color of his bow tie. They literally kept everything else the same, WHY in the world give him a black bow tie?? It seems like a pointless change.)

I don’t mean to sound like a hater, but I REALLY didn’t like what they did to Steelbeak, and I just hope that they don’t butcher Negaduck as well.

would rewriting the episode make you feel better friend? -stephanos-spaceopera

Well I’m not much of a writer but I guess I have a few ideas? Mostly about Steelbeak’s character. He definetly got a downgrade from his original appearance in Darkwing Duck, and I’ve outlined some key differences here:

He’s a completely different character with a SteelBeak skin slapped on, and a very boring one at that. I’m not saying his 1991 iteration was never used for comedic relief but... new version of him is basically a punchline. Old Steelbeak use to be a fleshed out villain- he was threatening because he was clever, and he lead multiple, almost successful world-domination plans. Now he’s 1 dimensional as hell, and barely written with any personality or love.

Obviously the big thing I would change is not make his defining character trait “stupidity”. At the very least give him multiple motivations/aspirations/goals, it may be just one episode but this guy has absolutely no wants or needs beyond “Don’t call me dumb”. Maybe they just wanted to give Heron a contrasting "partner" (if you could call him that, it was obvious they were not equals), but why Steelbeak? I have a suspicion that the two having prosthetics played largely into their team up, which sucks because the “villain with prosthetics” trope is nasty and idk. They changed his entire personality around her when they didn’t have to.

I would have made it so Steelbeak was like before: while not smarter than Heron, he’s still sly and is one of F.O.W.L’s top agents, still considers himself super important and still avoids dirty work. Him and Heron imminently clash when forced to be partners, constantly undoing each other’s work because they both want things done their way. Steelbeak hardly works well with other people, often manipulating the other to do what he wants instead. Heron is obviously too smart for that, and that frustrates him. They’re more like equals this way; they’re brilliant alone and could cause mass mayhem, but trip each other up as a team.

Without that as an option, the only way the episode could have been saved for me was if 1) Steelbeak was only pretending to be stupid, and at the end he was like suprise!! This was all part of my evil scheme!! (fits well with his character, manipulation was a big thing of his) or 2) If he at least got hit with the “smart ray” and got his intelligence back. Even if it was temporary it would still be something, but the writers obviously thought him undeserving of it. He can't even be Launchpad's equal, which is sad.

I was also upset that Darkwing Duck was missing from the episode. For gods sake, Steelbeak is from the old Darkwing! He was a semi major villain there! I know Launchpad is a big favorite and I may be biased, but this could have been a great opportunity to show the “hero” Drake has allegedly become. There was a whole episode dedicated to his superhero awakening and the only heroic thing he’s done was disguise himself as Scrooge at the 2nd season finale. I feel as though they’re not utilizing this character, despite the hype they built for Darkwing.

I also am not a big fan of the new design/voice, although it could have grown on me if they made him enjoyable as a character. But because he has nothing going for him, I decided to attempt a redesign. I tried my best to replicate the angular style of the new Ducktales, as well as create a design suited for animations (not something super complex). The reboot also has a tenancy to make the characters their “own”/give them a different look so here

Sorry for the ramble, that’s all!

[theluckyestclover7]

I dont know Fethsteel, but seeing that there are fics of Steelebeek falling into the ocean and being found by Fethry made me think of them being Eric and Ariel from The Little Mermaid. That's literally the only thing I can submit to you because that's the only thing I thought of XD

[decanard-a]

@stealbeak​

Painful Prompts.Warnings for: injuries, blood, mental health, drug mentions, medical language. Be respectful about these subjects!

[ strike ] Your muse punches, hits, or otherwise attacks mine.

"What are you-" Steelbeak didn't get to finish the sentence as he suddenly has a duckling hitting him. It catches him off guard and Steelbeak takes a step back in surprise before he suddenly goes to grip at Louie's arm to stop him, pulling painfully to get him to stop.

"I will snap your arm, if you don't cut it out."

Louie hadn’t completely conscious of his actions. His mind had been solely focused on escape as soon as they opened his cell for whatever reason. The grip on his arm makes him stop and whimper. “LET ME GO!!”

[elveswithoutears]

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[ducklooney]

Wait, Steelbeak showed up?! I can't believe it, great, but I don't like the way his metal beak is enlarged, it's okay. Otherwise, your drawings are certainly great.

i knew it

yeah my old arts

[tunnagana]

“ you been here all fucking night?”  @stealbeak​

“Steelbeak!” He turned around guiltily, the light of Uke or Puke behind him. “I, uh....” Deu didn’t really have an excuse. “It just always looked like a lot of fun to play.”

[octodoctor]

I love both 90′s Steelbeak and 2020 Stealbeak!!! They both make the best faces.The new Steelbeak isn't stupid,he’s just not afraid to ask the hard question.Don’t tell me the first thing that came to your mind wasn't how a mouse was able to make a tiny jumpsuit.He’s built like a brick wall.How much do you bench Steelbeak?