#W QUACKIE

[hydriadd]

PISSA KISS IS REAL OH MY GOD

[shadowinthetreesbutcooler]

PISSA NATION HOW WE FEELIN TONIGHT

[incorrectlooneytunesquotes]

Inspector Faraway (Porky Pig): W-w-w-w-w-what is this, b-b-b-bark? Mary Duck: When we got there, Quackie was going toe-to-toe with a tree. Faraway: I'm g-g-guessing the tree w-w-won.

[gogtopia]

common quacky W

[mccarthymolly]

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[mtnkat3]

2.23pm. Oh my loves..... I just wanna crawl into your arms & hug you tight & kiss you & just lock the world away from us.

.

I sat with my eyes closed & was praying over the whole situation & what God wants me to do.

But right now I still have no answers.

Bowed. Confused. Hurting.

Yesterdays actions were devastating to me. I don't know how to get beyond the movie reel of them playing in my minds eyes.

So for right now they are as freaking disturbing to me as the turkey vultures in my yard right now!

Sending shivers over my body & making my hackles rippling incessantly!

.

.

Yes, my loves, I pray for a breakthrough.

Bowing my head.

But do you.....know how delicious you.....each piece of you.....are to me?

I think about your hands.. forearms.. feet.. legs.. blushing shyly everything.. & just wanna devour you.....

I so need to feel you.....right now.....

Between the pain in my soul, & the pain in my body I am dragging.. struggling. Really hard to keep my eye open even today. Much less moving around & doing my work. My neck feels like dried twigs ready to be snapped & bad weather headache. Sigh. I think I'm gonna have to bite the bullet & try the pain med the doctor prescribed. & pray for at least neutral results.

I am so sick to death of fighting my body & all the other crap.

But God, I am listening.

What is my lessons in all these things? What am I still not getting?

Lord, please keep Guiding, Protecting, Teaching me?

And thank You for my soul's mates.....

Whom I know are also doing the same.

You Lord humble me with Your Blessings daily.

Thank You God, Jesus, Holy Spirit for loving me daily!

But wow You do have me write all over the place! Geeish louise! Lol! Blushing beet red grin.

Yes. Yes I have a quirky quacky goofy cornball weird sense of humor.🙄🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

But ain't life grand though?

Big cheeky mischievous blushing grin.

Giggling softly.

I felt a head rub...🤔🥰😚😏😌

Ok. Well.

I need to get my butt to moving. A wee bit late in the day I know but I can do a few chores at least. Like getting my dang laundry running. Geeish louise. Sigh.

I miss you.....

I am Yours.....

Always.

So freaking love you!!!!!

~Tijgeress kat Phoenix.🌺✝️☸⚓⛓🔗🙏🤲👣🐾🦉🐯🐢🐛🐐🌟🗝🔱⚜💝🐻🦌🧩♠️❄💫♾🧭🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯

W.2.15.2023 3.01pm.est.

[pandapupremade]

Oh, Dora, Dora! How have you been? Have you been swell? Have you been well? I hope you have, oh I do! I hope to see you soon, but work calls, and work is all play and so much fun- And that *Darkwing* just keeps getting in my way! But I'm sure I'll be reunited with my sweet, sweet treat soon! Now, now- Should I bring you anything? A flower? A plush? A wind-up? Or maybe me in a box? So many choices, so many! I'll see you soon, hm hm? Soon, and with a... BOOM! ---QJ

“Oh, you don’t have to bring me anything but yourself, Jackie! Hehe, everything is fine at home...I miss you, though...I can’t wait for you to come back to us. I think that’ll make me swell-er than ever! Play nice with Darkwing now, or I’ll send Patch out there to see that you do! BOOM!” - Dora

[qjaiden]

sometimes i think about the fact that c!quacky and c!wilbur literally are so obsessed w each other that every move they make is no longer for the benefit of themselves but also to just fuck with the other. it’s to pick and poke and rub in the others face, and while that may be mocking (it is) but it’s them now craving and needing the validation from the other

cc!wilbur and cc!quackity are able to execute it in a way that is so obvious but leaves the viewers asking “is there more that we don’t know?”

[pindl3]

I just spent the better half of an hour transcripting Tubbo and Ranboo's entire conversation from the burger van.

The entire thing.

As I was going through it I noticed that it allowed me a much better look what they're actually saying. To hone in on the words.

Also there's one bit of the conversation that I am 100% going to turn into ranboo angst. Anyway, here's the full transcript! Feel free to use ^-^ I know looking through 8 minutes of conversation is annoying. It's all as accurate as I could get it, including the stammering and extra bits.

Video to listen along to

Tubbo: hello!

Ranboo: oh- uh, hel- hello

Tubbo: hi!

Ranboo: how are- how are you doing.

Tubbo: I'm doing alright, uhh-

Ranboo: doing alright- what were- what were you up to?

Tubbo: I was just talking over with quackity, burger business, you know *laughs*

Ranboo: is- is- did everything go well? Is everything ok? With that?

Tubbo: uh, yeah, I assume it's- yeah! I'm pretty sure it's uh, fantastic

Ranboo: you sure?

Tubbo: uh, yea yeayeayea 100%. I think it's going really well! Can I come inside? I wanna have a look at all your- I wanted to have little look at all your place

Ranboo: um yeah, sure- it's not much right now but we're still- um, we're still- me and uhh, Wilbur are still working on it.

Tubbo: Why do you trust Wilbur so much?

Ranboo: hm?

Tubbo: why do you trust Wilbur?

Ranboo: well ok, here's- here's the thing. Basically, I don't like- trust trust Wilbur yet but I definitely do have more trust in him than you do. But um...

Tubbo: yeah.

Ranboo: I mean, thirteen years... I mean, thirteen years, a guy has got to change throughout all of that right? (Unsure)

Tubbo: yeah I suppose so- I mean I don't not believe that he's changed i just think that he has to have the opportunity to prove it.

Ranboo: yeah! And thats why im- that's why im here so that, when he does something that does redeem himself then someone can be there that's- that'll be able to see it and everything- and honestly I would rather have it be me, the person... um, id rather have the person that be there be me instead of maybe someone... else. So um...

Tubbo: yeah I guess that- that makes a lot of sense I guess. I.. I don't know I just- I'm not sure I feel prepared to put my life in his hands again if you know what i mean.

Ranboo: well this isn't- this isn't putting my life in his hands. This is just- this is just making a little burger shop and everythi- are- are you like, okay with all of this right?

Tubbo: oh yeaaah yeaahh it's fine it's fine. I think it's quite enjoyable.

Ranboo: *softly, to himself* ok that's- that's- that's good. Ok, yep...

Tubbo: yeah I understand it all it makes a lot of sense

Ranboo: you- you sure you understand? Because- like, if you need me to- to stop, then I'll stop, like-

Tubbo: no no, it's alright it's alright- is there a reason like, I noticed that you hadn't told Wilbur about the tax reasons marriage *laughs softly, self conscious*

Ranboo: yeah well that's- that's just because- from what I've heard from Tommy and everything the Wilbur that- thirteen years ago at least- might've- he used stuff against Tommy and everything, so, you know just in case, just in case. I mean I still trust Wilbur just not- you know not super fully but still, still at least a little bit.

Tubbo: yeah, o-oh I completely understand though that makes a lot of sense honestly

Ranboo: so I- I mean I like working with him as well- I mean it's nice to just- to do something. You know?

Tubbo: yeah fair enough. Like- yeah I think the competition will be *hesitation* good- yeah I mean I'm very excited, I haven't felt this happy in quite a while. It feels like I've finally got- you know, something under my belt, something I can, you know really sink my teeth into and be a part of- it feels like I'm part of- like a bigger cause now. Like-

Ranboo: so... so you're saying you're sure that this is- that you're all okay with- everything that's going on?

Tubbo: yeah yeah of course! It's just friendly competition man, it's gonna be awesome. If anything it'll just be better for consumers, it means we're gonna make better things for everyone.

Ranboo: *hesitance* yeah, yeah that makes- that makes um... that makes sense, at least. I mean...

Tubbo: I mean, are you alright?

Ranboo: how did you- how did you bury the hatchet with quackity though? That's what I don't get...

Tubbo: bury the hatchet? What do you mean by that?

Ranboo: cuz I mean- how did you make peace with him cuz the last time we spoke about him you were talking about he had a role in your... un- unfortunate removal of life...

Tubbo: yeaahh he did, but- it- I mean to be honest it's as much- well no I mean I'm not even sure it is as much quackitys fault as wilbur- but like- I don't- like- I mean I was gonna die no matter what that day... I mean, it just happened. I mean I don't... eh, I don't have much quarrel with him, I think it's a-okay. I mean, he seems to have... I mean look at what he's built, like, he seems good. I mean... yeah I managed to also, like, clean over all the ruckus that we had about the um, cookie outpost and stuff as well, so that's all past now.

Ranboo: oh really? So he's ok with that now? *relieved*

Tubbo: yeah, yeah he promised me a good life. Like-

Ranboo: what do you mean...? Was your- life not- good before?

Tubbo: no! Nonononono it was- he talked *hesitance* a lot about L'manburg... and like he- yeah.

Ranboo: well- that wasn't- that wasn't really that much of a good life for you though- was it?

Tubbo: oh no- you- you've only heard the bad bits of L'manburg- *confident* L'manburg was amazing. You've only-

Ranboo: he- he promised you like, the- the good bits

Tubbo: yeah, yeah basically, which is- it's awesome.

Ranboo: *softly, to himself* that's- that's good, that's good.

Tubbo: yeah, so I- I figured out how to- like um- get rid of the tension regarding the cookie outpost; we came to an agreement, signed a contract, dot the t's and the i's- you know, put the past in the past. Im excited to, you know, keep moving forward, it's exciting!

Ranboo: ... ok, a-awesome... so- *voice raises an octave* so he's okay with the cookie shop now?

Tubbo: oh yea! Yeah yeah he's 100% okay! Basically, we just came to the agreement- is- I wasn't acting myself, like before when I was working on the cookie shop- I wasn't being myself- I was, I was just upset, and sad, and like- I just wanted to have something to feel part of something bigger again. But then I realized instead of fighting the thing that would've given me that feeling, I tried to make my own. I dig my heels in- it wasn't really- the right thing to do. I-

Ranboo: mhm (of reassurance)

Tubbo: so we signed a contract, I- so the cookie shops still owned by me, but it just exists within Las Nevadas now. And um... yeah, it follows its laws and regulations.

Ranboo: ok- so is everything- is everything um... everything's- *pause* w-wait so how exactly again? Sorry- how did you- make quackity ok with it all?

Tubbo: so we went up to the needle, uhh, we just talked it out, we wrote up a contract and I just- basically agreed to have the cookie shop become part of Las Nevadas! Cuz I mean it doesn't make sense-

Ranboo: wait you- you gave away the cookie shop?

Tubbo: well I mean I didn't give it away- I still own it, it's just now part of Las Nevadas.

Ranboo: which is- owned by quacki- you gave away the cookie shop.

Tubbo: well... yeah, but not- entirely.

Ranboo: y- yeah, entirely.

Tubbo: no- thats not how it works at all. It's- it's still owned by me- it's just, it exists inside his territory.

Ranboo: wait- but it's property of Las Nevadas, which is owned by quackity.

Tubbo: no! It's not like that at all.

Ranboo: you gave it- it seems like you just...

Tubbo: no, there's a lot more to it than that, it's not just- it's not black and white and I just- gave it to him- I still own it, I still have full control over it. It's just- it just follows his laws- which is fine.

Ranboo: and his ru- awesome, cool- um, that's great! Oh would you look at that- the bread is- stale- I gotta go-

Tubbo: oh, ok

Ranboo: but it was nice um- it was nice- uh talking to you- im gonna go throw this bread in the river- alright!

Tubbo: okay

Ranboo: um, thanks for- thanks for stopping on by, um- I'll talk to you um... l- later. Alright buh bye-

Tubbo: ok, bye!

Tubbo: that was- that- that was um... uh, I wasn't expecting that to *laughs* go quite like that- I didn't think that mattered that much... uhh- that- I was not expecting that to um... he- he didn't seem- oh god. That was- that felt a little- awkward. I didn't, I mean- *defensive* it's mine to give away! I mean, I- I built the entire place! Like- I built all of it. That is so weird.

[pomegranatexkiss]

His purse was… worryingly low. Low enough that he couldn’t afford a simple sword upgrade, or even a regen potion!

Quackity sighed to himself and picked up his battered axe, slinging it over his virtual shoulder. With a flick of his wrist, his weekly quest logs flickered in front of his vision. His eyes wandered over the different tasks, scrolling through with a bored hum.

A notification popped up in the corner of his eye and he turned slightly to look at it. He smiled upon seeing a message from one of his guild friends.

b4rdicburg4r is online!

quackquack: hiiiiii burgahhh

b4rdicburg4r: QUACKYYY

quackquack: r u busy right now??

b4rdicburg4r: no y

quackquack: im broke give me money

b4rdicburg4r: i would but i dont support discord kittens

quackquack: shut up shut UP

b4rdicburg4r: lol take the l

b4rdicburg4r: but I’ll go questing w/ u

quackquack: deal ill send the party invite, vc?

After sending an invite to Burger, Quackity took the time to join their private voice chat and stocked his weapons. He hummed lightly as he checked his stats against quest guidelines.

SMP was a popular open-world VR RPG set in a world of magic. It utilised a system of both action and diplomacy. It surprisingly worked well, for such a bloodthirsty fanbase. And Quackity was obsessed with it.

He had spent hours constructing his character, a human barbarian, and spent even more time buffing his stats. And somehow in that time, he found himself joining the Dream Guild.

And in that guild, Quackity found a friend in b4rdicburg4r, a level 40 elven bard.

They were the best of friends. If you didn’t count the fact that they only knew each other through their screen names.

“Quacky!”

Burger’s voice rang through his headphones, excitement in his voice.

Quackity couldn’t help but smile,”Burger! How’s it going man?”

“Oh, you know. The usual.” Burger’s character crouched repeatedly in front of him, before he threw something out of his inventory,”I got you somethiiiing.”

“Oooooh,��� He walked forward to pick it up, admiring the shiny new ruby in his inventory,”I might have enough to craft the Giant’s Heart soon.”

Burger spun in circles,”We can raid the Crystal Caverns, see if the ruby boss has regen’d yet. Are you in?”

He equipped his axe,”Of course I’m in.”

[incorrectlooneytunesquotes]

Inspector Faraway (Porky Pig): W-w-w-w-w-w-what do you have? Boston Quackie (Daffy Duck): A sthix letter word for a reason to commit a crime... Faraway: Q-Q-Q-Q-Q-Quackie... Quackie: That's stheven letters. Faraway: W-w-w-w-w-works for me. What have you g-g-got?

[someone1348]

This is for my lovely best friend who was kind enough to write me a fic! Here's yours! @sleepy--anon i hope you enjoy!

People in this: Ler!Sapnap, Lee!Quackity

(Karlnapity romance so if you dont like that dont read it!)

Tw: like the smallest bit of angst (jealousy) pretty much! Thats it though it's soft! For the most part! And mild cursing!

Plot: While Karl is out on a "business trip" (time travel stuff) he leaves his other two husband's alone and well lets just say it was an eventful evening to say the least

With all that being said enjoyyyy :]

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Jealousy

Tickle fights and Tickling in general was almost an everyday occurrence in the Karlnapity household. It pretty much was second nature to the three.

With that comes ler moods and lee moods poping up left and right. Typically between the three Sapnap was ler the most, followed by Quackity with Karl most of the time being lee, nothing bad of course, they loved the dynamic of everything from this specific thing to how their relationship worked. They were happy and that's all that mattered.

The days went on as they normally do.

"EE! SAHahap! StahAhap!" Karl would twist around from Sap's evil fingers pushing at the boy's hands, giggling freely as quackity watched smiling a bit as his two husband's went on to do what they do.

It was always like this for the most part. While he was getting a snack,

"No pLEase!! Hehe" Karl's beautiful laugh could be heard from the other room.

While cuddling, sap would run his fingers over the time traveler's stomach sending sweet giggles to flow out of their husband's mouth.

Even in the store one time Sapnap poked at Karl's sides. Of course Quackity would join in sometimes to tickle his favorite lee (leaning) fiancé, but he was jealous, beyond jealous.

Seeing this everyday not only built up on his lee moods but he just wanted to be involved, not just in tickles but in the relationship. He wants cuddles and attention and affection from the two people he loves most.

And yeah with the lee moods he has bad but it's not the same. He wants his husband's and so help me thats what he was gonna get. He was a man on a mission.

'Let's goooo!!' He thought in his head as he started the day.

Karl had left last night, the bed was alot colder now. He turned to see Sap curled up onto his side his mouth slightly a-jar with his hair flowing perfectly on top of his face.

He sighed happily lightly pushing some of the hair out of his face. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this happy and in love.

'I'm gonna make him breakfast' He thought getting up carefully as to not wake him and got started on cooking up his favorites.

Not even 20 minutes later the firey boy poked his head into the kitchen

"Waffles?"

"Mhm"

"Mmmm yay! Thank you babe!"

Quackity smiled "Anytime"

After the two finished the scilence became loud.

"What do you wanna do?" Quackity asked rocking a bit back and fouth on his heels trying not to make the scilence anymore awkward.

"I got work to do so you entertain yourself, I'll be quick"

Quackity nodded "okay! Good luck!"

"Thanks" Sap said shooting him a smile leaving back to their shared room to do the said work.

The beanie boy sighed flopping down onto the couch. He flipped on a random channel and texted Karl.

'Hey Baby!! I hope your trip is going good,we miss you and can't wait to see you tomorrow!<3'

(10:35)

He held the phone close to his chest letting out another sigh. He knew in his heart that Sapnap was gonna be busy all day so instead of sulking he told him he was going for a walk.

He went walking around, coming back, making more food, playing video games. All while sap typed away at the keyboard.

It wasn't helping at all it only increased the feeling of wanting to be with his Sapnap, his fiancé, he wanted attention and love dammit!

The smaller boy marched up to their room.

"SAPNAP!!!"

the bandana wearing man shook and snaped up to look at his clearly ticked off tiny lover.

"WOAH! what!?! Yes?!" He said furrowing his eyebrows.

"Are you done yet?"

The other slowly blinked "uhhhh,," he looked back at his work "nope not yet"

"Too bad! You are now finished because i say so!" He crossed his arm's

"Ha! Yeah thats cute hun but im busy, i gotta get this done, im sorry, I'll be there soon"

Quackity scoffed "whatever" he left as sapnap sighed

'He's never like this, maybe i should stop and check on him' Sapnap thought closing his laptop quietly sneaking up on his amazing fiancé on the couch.

"HIYA!" he tackled him to the couch holding him close.

"WA!- SHIT!" he fell over with him now in a cuddly trap, smiling widely giggling a bit.

"What's wrong Quacky babe" Sap said concerningly putting his head to his adorable smol husband's shoulder.

"I wanted to hang out together,,, i want to be involved, i want attention and affection and love sapnap and i haven't gotten anyyy in a long time" Quackity spilled out as sap processed everything.

'Looking back i see where he's coming from, it's been alot of Karl-'

"Don't get me wrong i love karl and i love giving him attention and affection and everything and i love watching you two be that way with each other i just i guess i felt a bit left out"

Sapnap nodded,

"Im Sorwy baps, forgive me?" He used his small voice making quackity cringe a bit jokingly.

"Give me attention and we will see what happens" He smirked

"Hmmmm" He anticipated his moves and ideas watching quackity's eyes that were pointed right to his hands

'So that's what he wants' he smirked wider lightly running his fingers slowly up and down his sides.

The other on top of him tensed "s-sap"

"Yea babe?" He said as if he wasn't tracing the man's sides with tickly anticipation.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Giving you attention, isn't that what you wanted?" He smiled at him as Quackity sank into Sapnap's embrace leaning his head on the pillow behind them, Sapnap's head still on his shoulder.

Sap lowly giggled quickly stittering his hands his stomach then back to his sides watching him lift up and squeak.

"You're such a dick" Qauckalee said in a joking matter making Sapnap's smirk deepen.

"Oh im a dick?!" He digged into his stomach watching as quackity squealed digged his heels to the end of the couch.

"NAHAHAHAHA! SAHAHAPNAHAP!"

"Thats my name love~" sap moved closer towards his bellybutton.

"AYEHE NOT THERE!"

"Yes there! The giggle button has been unpressed for wayy to long, i need it to make up for the lost times Quackity"

"NOOHONONONO- AH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GEHHEHEHE! GOHOHO-EEP!"

Sapnap giggled with him taking in every werid noise and laugh that the touch starved lee had made.

Seeing it was clear he wasn't used to it he slowed down moving back to his sides lightly to get his breathing steady again.

"Easy tiger, i got you" he reassured him getting his breathing together

"Im gonna getcha'!" Sapnap said moving up towards his ribs scribbling along up and down and In-between.

The smaller's back arched as his giggles mixed into light laughter.

"AyEehehe naha-Ha! Tickles!! It tickles!!" The man rang out trying to squirm out of his fiancé's tickle trap.

"Thats the point Quacker's im hungryyyy i need your giggles to surviveee" he lightly blew a raspberry onto his neck, the other scrunching up

"Nomnomnom" he made fake eating sounds, playing pretend before blowing another raspberry into his neck.

Sapnap giggled and stopped holding him close rubbing circles into the top of his hand

"Come here bubba" He lifted Quackity up letting him wrap around him while he got a blanket.

Sitting back down he put the blanket overtop of them throwing on the Disney movie Coco for some well deserved aftercare and fiancé time, Playing with his hair Sapnap smiled down at his man kissing the top of his head.

"We gotta get you a haircut buddy its so long" he teased as quackity laughed

"I'll get a haircut the day you shave" the tired one teased back both laughing together enjoying the moment, the beanie boy slowly falling asleep on his chest.

"Goodnight handsome" he placed another kiss to the top of his head.

*Ding!*

Quackity's phone went off, Sapnap looked, it was Karl.

'Hi bubby!! It's going lmao, i miss you both so much too! I'll be home soon i promise! And when i do get home It's cuddle time! Hehe I'll talk to you soon quack baby! Tell sap i said hi and that i love him too! *mwah!*'

(8:17)

Sapnap smiled and put the phone back down to the side of him, smiling at the boy in his arms.

'Homework can wait'

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I absolutely LOVED writing this! I love Karlnapity! I hope you all enjoyedd! :]

[lepidopteragirl]

for the ask game c!quacky + fiances song :]

hi thes!!!! :D

quackity!!: OUGH ive got so many c!quackity songs its not even funny (i think my c!quackity playlist is like four hours long rn, and thats only bc i leave it at 69 songs for haha funny number), but ive been listening to hayloft ii for him a lot lately esp!!

also, one of my Opinions that might be controversial idk, is that eight by sleeping at last is a better song for c!quackity than c!wilbur (for whomst i will assign three until the day i die !!)

its c!q its c!q its him!!!! esp if you look at his friendship w slime!!!

fiances <3: so for a sad one, things we lost in the fire by bastille, bonus points if you think about that one shot of q standing in el rapids, or sapnap in kinoko in a hypothetical dream burning it down situation.

and for a more happy one :) the man with the axe by lorde reminds me a lot of them too, from q's pov

they are so special to me

[strawberrytheduck]

Belle Quacks-Chapter 14

Four months had passed since the Negaduck incident passed. She had been going to therapy once a week before meeting Morgana, Camellia or Quackerjack and Megavolt. Belle had been trying to grasp a lot of things in her life, mostly the changes in the past four months. She always kept mini Quacky with her, often out of site, helping her stay grounded and remind her he was back and mostly okay. Morgana would cheer her up at every opportunity, taking her to carnivals, parties or just to the cafe. It helped her build confidence in herself to the point she had gained a little more weight and go back to her natural colour. Camellia had too as they both dyed their hair together, usually after Belle had a meltdown and Camellia had a stressful day to the point of crying. Her natural hair reminded her of her dad but she knew it wasn’t healthy for her hair to dye it constantly so she decided to return to her light orange hair for a little while. Camellia had also recently got a boyfriend, the plant villain himself, Bushroot. She was happy for Camellia and yet, also jealous. Why though? She didn’t like him like that, she had her brother, his partner, his partner’s younger twin siblings and more confidence than she ever had before. Camellia was prettier than her but that wasn’t it. She got jealous around her brother and Megavolt, which made no sense to her since they were together before Belle saw Jack again. This had been something she had noticed recently, anytime she’d see a happy couple, she’d feel jealous. There seemed to be no reason why. After her therapy session, she met with Elmo at the cafe. “Heya sis!” He greeted, waving her over.

She put on her most convincing smile before sitting in front of him. “Hey, did ya do somethin’ different to your hair?” He asked, scratching his head before adjusting his glasses. “Yeah, I stopped dying it, I wanted to give my hair a break. Why? Does it look bad?” Megavolt shook his head, reaching to hold her hand and telling her it looks great. Her and the supercharged rodent rarely spoke one-on-one, this was a little strange to her but she welcomed it, happy to know her brother’s boyfriend better. “Hey, you don’t seem as talkative as usual. Is something wrong?” He asked, sincerely looking at the duck. She opened the flood gates, explaining her sudden jealous wave. How despite how happy she was for the people she loved, that she envied them and wasn’t sure why. Belle also explained, seemingly on a tangent how she felt around Morgana, how she felt weak in the knees and sick around her. Megavolt simply rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb, letting her talk. “Is something else wrong with me?” She asked, tears threatening to fall. Elmo assured her there was nothing wrong, saying he’d been feeling the same she felt around Morgana around Quackerjack before they were dating. He told her to explain just what she thought of Morgana, hoping to help her pin it down. The way Belle talked about the sorceress was pure adoration and she was absolutely smitten. Her cheeks steadily went from white to pink, her eyes filled with a galaxy worth of stars. ‘Oh, she’s in love.’ He thought. Once she stopped, she apologized for how long she went on for.

“No, that was fine, perfect even. I know what’s eating you, just what I suspected.” She looked at him confused. When he explained, she felt like she got hit by a train. “You’re in love with Morgana.” What? In love? She couldn’t be, Morgana was a friend. No, that term was wrong. Wait, why would it be wrong? They were friends! And yet, Belle could easily see herself doing everything Camellia and Bushroot did. Sleepy, early morning kisses, movie nights where they would cuddle on the couch, holding hands innocently and sharing a bed and just looking each other in the eyes, talking in a hushed tone so as to ease each other to sleep. Oh wait, those were couple things. Things people did when in love with each other. And she wanted to do all of that and more with the sorceress. That’s why she felt that way around the sorceress, she wanted to pursue a relationship with her? As she was thinking, she felt someone hug her. She looked up to see her brother, completely unassuming looking in terms of clothing, his hair in a messy bun. “Hiya Belle, hey Sparky.” Belle kind of just nuzzled her brother, whimpering a little. “I think she finally realized she’s in love with Morgana.” Megavolt stated. An exasperated sigh came from the older duck, along with a “Finally”. It had been that obvious? How come she didn’t know? “Trust me, Elmo didn’t realize he was in love with me for ages either.” That did make her feel a little better. “Morgana really likes you Belle, I could see it in the way she looks at you, go for it.” The rodent suggested. Belle would, just tomorrow when she would be staying with Morgana for a week while they did some construction in her apartment.

Tomorrow came faster than she wanted it to, she was glad Megavolt was helping her take her necessities to Morgana’s place though. “You’ll be fine Jingles, even if she somehow didn’t feel the same, she’d be respectful and still care about you. There’s nothing that can go wrong.” He said as he drove her to the sorceress’ place. This was still a lot to take in, a lot to consider. What if she doesn’t feel the same? What if she gets kicked out? What if Morgana hates her? The front door opened to reveal a small, slightly monstrous woman. Belle yelped a little in surprise. “Hi, we’re here to see Morgana.” Megavolt said, perfectly calm. “Granny, I thought you said you were going to lie down.” Morgana said, standing in the door frame. The woman nodded, eyeing Belle in a strange way before leaving. “Sorry about that Belle, she’s also staying with me for a little bit. She won’t hurt you, don’t worry. Let me help you with your stuff.” She said, laughing a little nervously. “Don’t worry, just be yourself. Smile, be genuine. You’ve got this.” Elmo said, gently grabbing her by the shoulders. Belle smiled, straightening her posture. She waved goodbye, following Morgana into the house. “Make yourself at home, Granny won’t bother you too much. There’s multiple guest rooms, just pick one you like.” Morgana explained, smiling warmly, her cheeks rosy. “C-Could I sleep with you? J-Just because i-it’s my first time here.” She asked the taller woman. Morgana nodded, hugging her. The two talked about the next week, figuring out what they should do. Morgana wanted a horror movie marathon and Belle wanted to do some baking, having fixated on it recently. Morgana agreed, saying there was plenty of time for both of those. “I’m glad you let me stay here, I’m happy for Cammy but I can’t stand watching her and Bushroot be all lovey dovey.” Belle said.

“Oh, they’re dating? I should’ve seen that coming. What about you, do you have a girlfriend?” She asked. Silence. ‘Perhaps I shouldn’t have asked.’ Morgana thought. “No, I am interested in someone though.” She has to tell her, rip off the bandaid, face the music. Just then, luckily, Morgana’s granny appeared again. “Who even is this Morgana? I won’t rest until I have answers!” She asked, almost shrieking at them. “Sorry, Granny isn’t a fan of outsiders. Granny, this is Belle, a friend of mine.” Belle held out her hand towards the older woman. She took it, shaking it but eyeing her suspiciously. “It’s nice to meet you, ma’am, I like your obsidian necklace.” The redhead said. “Oh, you know what stone it is?” Belle nodded. “I’ve made a few obsidian necklaces before myself, I know a lot about gemstones and crystals. It looks a little weathered and damaged, is it an heirloom?” Surprisingly, Morgana’s granny warmed up to her a little, she did think she spoke a lot and was a little weird, even by their standards. Belle had to explain her brain didn’t work the same as hers or Morgana’s, to which she nodded, understanding then shrugged. She didn’t fully trust her but she didn’t mind her, seeing her as no threat. Morgana wrapped an arm around Belle. “She’s not usually that nice to outsiders. She may not like you necessarily but you’re fine, she just needs to know you’re not Magica De Spell or something.” She’s okay with that, knowing Morgana didn’t come from a normal upbringing. Still, there was something she had to do. “U-Um, Morg... T-There’s something I-I-I have to t-tell you.” She flapped her hands a little, trying to keep herself calm. “Yes?”

“W-Well, um, I-I-I’m in l-love w-w-with you. You’re r-really sweet and p-p-p-pretty and clever a-and u-u-understanding.”

[therealjordan23]

Could you write a dark Debbigail? Like the family's been murdered? or idk, i'm in the mood for angst

Sure anon, I’ve been playing around with this idea for one of my fics called Fearless :) 

WARNING: The following fic mentions suicide, readers discretion is advised:

ooo

Screaming could be heard over the sight of a raging fire. A pair of dark eyes stared in shock at the ever growing flames, and he heard a male, quacky voice cry out.

"Dewey, run before they kill you too! Don't worry about us, just leave! You and Webby look out for each other, and take care of each other!" Donald screamed as the flames engulfed him.

“NO!” Dewey screamed.

Dewey shot up in his bed, panting and sweat running down his face. He craned his neck, checking the time, only to learn it was slightly past midnight. He let out a soft groan, and rubbed the back of his neck.  

“Damn it, that's the fourth time this week," he grumbled as he got out of bed and walked over to his dresser. "Fucking nightmares… what the hell can I do about it?"

He picked up a picture of his Uncle off of his dresser and sighed, not hearing the door creek open.

“Dewey?"

"Go back to bed, Webby," Dewey said sternly. He didn’t want to admit it, but he had been avoiding his best friend and crush ever since the incident all those weeks ago.

"And what are you going to do?" she asked incredulously, a hand on her hip.

Dewey walked up to her, and gave her a sad smile. “I’m just going for a walk to clear my head. Go back to bed and don't worry about me."

“But—”

“I just need some alone time, Webbs.” he reassured.  

Webby reluctantly nodded and walked back to the door. Before she exited, however, she called his name. “Dewey?”

“Mhm?” he asked aimlessly.

“I love you.” she reminded him.

He walked towards her and gently pressed his lips against her forehead.

“I love you more.” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Promise you’ll come back?” she asked, climbing into his bed.

“I will.” he smiled.

Dewey kissed her again, and gently closed the door behind him. He crept downstairs and grabbed the Colt 45 revolver he had bought.

ooo

Dewey walked up to the junkyard, the anger inside him bubbling. As he walked up to a group of Beagle Boys, they looked at him, smirking.

“What's wrong, faggot? Miss old Uncle D?" one taunted.

Dewey growled and pulled out the gun. He tackled the one who spoke and the rest of the Beagle Boys moved back, holding up their hands in fear.

“Hey man, I was just joking. C'mon buddy, have a sense of humor." he said underneath the gun.

"Shut up!" Dewey snapped, pressing the gun deeper against his head. He and his brothers nodded in fear. "Where are they? And don't play dumb!” Dewey snapped.

"In the trailer," another one stuttered, "Just… just don't kill us man."

Dewey ignored him, and walked around to the back of the gas station.

He turned the corner and saw Big Time and Ma Beagle leaning against the wall. Dewey cleared his throat loudly, catching their attention,

"Well if it isn't the bastard," Ma Beagle hissed. "What do you want?"

"No mercy," Dewey held up the gun, "I've been waiting to kill you bastards for 5 weeks now!"

Ma Beagle started laughing, "You're really an idiot if you think you can kill me!”

"Speak for yourself," Big Time noted, "He can’t legally kill you, but he can kill me!”

She snorted. “Think about this thoroughly Big Time. There’s two of us and only one of him. We're going to kill this punk without a single problem.”

Big Time scratched his chin and smirked. “Fair enough."

The two looked at Dewey before running at him. Big Time picked up a rock and tried to hit Dewey on the side of his head only to miss and sloppily fall forward before receiving a knee to the stomach. A bright glint of a switchblade caught Dewey's attention. He grabbed Big Time by the collar and moved back as the knife passed him

Dewey looked at Ma Beagle and reached in his pocket for the gun. Hearing the sound of running feet coming from behind him, he ducked and saw Big Time swing a baseball, hitting Ma Beagle in the face and destroying his bat.

"My bat!"

"Your bat?! My face," Ma Beagle whined.

"Who cares about…?" Big Time froze when he felt the cold barrel of the gun press against his temple.

Without the slightest hesitation, Dewey pulled the trigger. The sound of the gunshot was followed by the sound of Big Time's dead body hitting the ground.

Dewey looked at Ma Beagle, who went pale. “B-Big Time…?”

She rushed forward and clutched her now dead son. Tears sprang to her eyes and she was soon hysterical.

“You… you BASTARD!” Ma screamed.

She grabbed her switchblade and attacked Dewey violently. She managed to land a few cuts, but Dewey eventually caught her and had her pinned against the ground. He pressed the gun against her forehead and waited.

“Just press the stupid trigger!” she growled.

“MA! I’LL SAVE YOU—” Bouncer fried.

BANG!

Bouncer hit the ground.

“Bouncer!” Ma wailed.

“If I press this trigger, then the case goes to waste and Uncle Donald’s death won't be avenged. You’ll have to live with the fact that you just saw both of your sons die in front of your eyes and you didn’t do anything to save them.” Dewey whispered menacingly into Ma Beagle’s ear.

“You think I’ll let you get away with this?!”

“I already have.” Dewey snarled.

With that, Dewey got up and calmly began walking away from. Ma Beagle, who growled.

“Kill me! KILL ME, YOU BASTARD!”

He ignored her and continued walking.

ooo

Dewey walked into his bedroom, and saw Webby was still in bed, sleeping. Sighing, he tiptoed into the kitchen and put his gun on the counter. Grabbing a pen and a piece of paper, he started scribbling a note.

Folding the paper in half, he grabbed a knife from the drawer and walked into the living room, where he put the note on the coffee table.

“I'm sorry, Webbs."

He stabbed himself in the side, and screamed in pain as he fell to the floor.

Webby came racing down the stairs and her eyes widened.

“DEWEY!" she ran over towards him and knelt down next to him. "Dewey no, don't do this!"

She stood up and grabbed the phone, dialing 911, "Hello? I need an ambulance at McDuck Manor!"

ooo

Dewey slowly opened his eyes and looked around the white room, "Where am I?"

"In the hospital," he heard a voice said in a sad tone. He looked next to him and saw a saddened Webby standing next to his bed. "Why would you do something like that, Dewey?"

"Didn't you read the note, Webby?"

"I read it, you idiot!" Webby yelled with tears running down her face.

Dewey frowned and looked forward. He felt a pair of arms wrap around his neck.

"Don't do that again Dewey. You have people who care about you."

"Who!”

"ME!” she shouted, allowing a few tears to fall, "You were brought in five days ago and I never left your side."

Dewey looked shocked, "I was out for five days?" She nodded. “And you three didn't leave my side?" Again, she nodded, "Why?"

Webby rolled her eyes, and kissed him. She backed away, and smirked at Dewey's reddened face.

"Does that answer your question?" Webby asked, and Dewey slowly nodded. "Will you do something like that again?" Dewey shook his head. "Good, let's see if we can't get you out of here." Webby walked out of the room.

After signing several papers and changing into his regular clothes, the duo walked out of the hospital, and started heading towards McDuck Manor.

"For reasons, we're going to share a room for a while."

Dewey blushed. "W-why?”

Webby smiled sadly, and wrapped her arm around him. "Because a certain someone is going to be on suicide watch and I’m going to make sure he doesn't try to kill himself again." Dewey looked around and saw the serious look on Webby's face.

He sighed and just nodded in defeat.

ooo

It’s pretty shitty, I know, but it’s something ://

[raeloganthesonic06fangirl]

Am I the only one who thinks Quackys new redesign w his eyebrows and small stature remind me of those creepy ventriloquist dolls?

INTERESTING AS YOU SHOULD SAY THAT 

Because, as I’ve mentioned several times in the past, another confirmed character that QuackerJack draws inspiration from is the classic Superman villain, “Toyman”, who also does the deadly toy things and has an unnatural obsession with toys and was a toymaker, and also looks like this:

((Yes, his face is permanently stuck like that, it requires context, but yeah, dude does look like a living doll))

Which does have a creepy comparable vibe of sorts to like...

 So, I can totally see that, actually, full circle, y’know?