#blackarts beagle

[general-klumpp]

DuckTales THEORY: Team Who?

Hello Duckblr! We know that in DuckTales 2017, Huey, Dewey and Webby have their own definite cliques, but what if this idea were to extend to each of the six Duck children in hypothetical future seasons?

TLDR: If DuckTales kept going on, we would have seen more Louie/Doofus/Goldie episodes. May's interrogative side can blend her in with the Rescue Rangers.

Team Science (Huey)

Huey's group of allies usually revolves around working on scientific breakthroughs and his hero, Gizmoduck. Huey stories would usually involve these specific characters:

Gyro Gearloose

Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera (Gizmoduck)

Manny

BOYD

Gandra Dee

Huey's enemy is usually Mark Beaks, a businessman who makes his living off dumb and/or stolen ideas, which is totally against his moral code. If executed better, Dr. Akita could make a better contender.

Team Action (Dewey)

Dewey's group of allies usually revolves around getting into dangerous situations, definitely not due to the influence of Launchpad or his very own mother, Della. Dewey stories would usually involve these specific protagonists:

Launchpad McQuack

Della Duck

Drake Mallard (DW)

Gosalyn Waddlemeyer (an extension of DW)

Kit and Molly

Dewey's enemy is usually Don Karnage, a deranged air pilot who will go to any lengths to gain vengeance on him. Falcon Graves has also appeared in Dewey stories, a serious contender for his showboating.

Team Scheme (Louie)

Despite being shown to be a charmer in the show, Louie falls flat when it comes to making secure friends, especially when it's in his nature that he is the 'evil triplet' of the Duck boys. However, the cunning antihero, Goldie O'Gilt is quite fond of him. Louie stories would definitely involve these specific characters:

Goldie O'Gilt

Doofus Drake

Ottoman Brothers (placeholder because they're always in the background of Louie stories)

Although Louie completely destroyed Glomgold in S2, I'd love to see Rockerduck as his enemy, as the Wild West Swindler has a more interesting way to battle - with his words, instead of his fists.

Team Magic (Webby/April)

Webby's group of allies usually revolves around trying to fix the curses laid out from Scrooge's adventures, or his most powerful enemy, Magica De Spell. Webby stories would usually involve these specific characters:

Lena Sabrewing

Violet Sabrewing

Blackarts Beagle (redemption arc??)

Phantom Blot and Pepper (maybe they're forced to team-up??)

Morgana (placeholder because they don't have a grown-up hero)

Webby and Lena's enemy is usually Magica De Spell, a witch who wants to use her powers to abuse and take advantage of others, completely opposite to how Webby wants to play.

Team Mystery (May)

Despite the wishes of her current guardian, Donald Duck, I could see May get into contact with her ilk, also experimented on by FOWL - no other than the Rescue Rangers themselves!

Chip and Dale

Gadget Hackwrench

Monterey Jack

Zipper

...and maybe Detective Gokart from the comics (a loser that May could help to become a better person)

Perhaps the Rescue Rangers have found a larger FOWL experiment gone rogue and they need a heroine around their size to help bring the experiment to justice.

Team ??? (June)

Team Sports? Team Wellbeing? Team Theatre? Team Adorable? It seems that poor June is the only one I can't think of for a team.

By process of elimination, the only frequent group of protagonists without a child character to support them are the gods/goddesses of Ithaquack.

Bum Bum Ghigno, an everyday person from the comics might help her appreciate the normal and might draw parallels between the clone twins and his relationship with his brother.

I'd love to put the Idle Hour Club from Donald's first ever cartoon somewhere, but those stories wouldn't be fun.

[orleans-jester]

Ellie really enjoyed watching these two get on. And even more than that, she felt like she was accepted by Babyface’s mom which was a pretty big deal. She really was on the road to Beagledom.

She’d interject with a few little jokes or puns of her own, getting their sense of humor. Becoming involved just felt so natural, nothing was forced. It felt like a calmer version of being back in his trailer, actually. Just .. no pornstars and no Ma Beagle asking for someone to come shave down her corns.

When Babyface admitted that they were all weird, she was inclined to agree. When he looked at her and shrugged, she just nodded, a small grin on her lips. "Little bit, yeah," But she counted herself in that too. She was weird. Babyface was weird. BlackArts was going to be very weird, just based on his name.

But questions? “Nah,” She said, shaking her head, her red hair moving with her. “I just wanted to say it’s genuinely cool to meet you, I don’t know why I’ve been so nervous this entire time. You’re really rad.”

orleans-jester​:

Was Babyface trying to make her into a blushy mess before meeting his mother? Because if that was his intention, it was working. She ahd to shake her hair out in front of her face a little to try to hide it, to not let his ego raise more than it already was. But she would hold his hand up until they had to walk in, sign in, go through all of the annoying protocols. She was memorizing it all. Where the cameras were, where they patted, where they were going to put their belongings until they came back out, all of that stuff. Might come in handy.

It was more of a surprise than maybe it should be that Babyface’s mother was also a ging. That was cool though. Red recognizes red. She was starting to like the woman already just for that alone, though she had come in with a completely open mind. Crimes didn’t always make you a shit person. Besides, whoever gave birth to Babyface here had to be cool. It was in the genes.

Just the words wang doodle had her grinning over at Babyface, the kind of smiles that probably weren’t seen often in these visiting rooms. She was already very amused. Yup. It didn’t matter much at this moment if Brandy Beagle didn’t like her, because she liked Brandy Beagle. “Come on, she’s cool, don’t ask her to tone it down,” She chuckled. She felt sure that if they weren’t in this joint, Brandy was the kinda mom that would be bringing out the baby pictures. Now those she’d like to see.

She was up for Babyface introducing her though she normally would have done it herself too. Her boyfriend, Boyfriend Beagle hehehe, clearly wanted to be the link between the two of them, but she couldn’t help the little giggle when Brandy said that she could do it herself. Every word made her like the woman more. She was sassy, that’s putting it lightly. “I moosh it all the time, Brandy,” She said, using the first name rather than any sort of Mrs or Miss. She didn’t seem much like a Miss. But she totally would, just to embarrass Babyface a little. A pinch on the cheek. She’d kiss it better once they left.

Any doubts that she might have had about Babyface disappeared up in smoke. She didn’t doubt that he liked her, they went through too much for each other. But maybe that he had thought she didn’t belong in this life. They’ve talked about that before. But here he was, blowing her up into this large figure with many aliases to his mother. Now that - that was damn special. She tried to compose herself and seem as cool as Brandy’s words made her seem but that was just a really sweet, vulnerable moment right there.

“All of the above,” She said, proudly. “Might as well be the face for those IcyHot patches for back pain,” She joked a little. This wasn’t an appropriate place to show off the powers, considering the security that was around, so she couldn’t prove herself. She didn’t want to give away one of the cards in their hand in case they did come up with some sort of plan. She caught the motion of Babyface’s head shaking, and widened her eyes at him with a little grin like, really? You’re going to try to stop this?

But she would try to get the conversation somewhat back on the rails, for Babyface’s sake. “I understand though, I’m just cool enough to have all of the skills. I wish I could have brought you some cookies but you know, protocol.” Like she’d pull a Grand Budapest Hotel and build a cookie around a hammer or something. “It’s great to finally meet you.”

“Right. Protocol. The system. I flunked out of the system once, but here I am on a do over.” Then she flicked one of the guards off as if they had anything to do with her sentencing. 

Babyface laughed. “At least you got a lifetime to practice.” 

She kept on, “I’m like a-like a real savant now.” 

They were both laughing as if being in prison was funny. Their laughs were nearly the same, had the same bounce to them, but in different tones. 

“You going to open up a training classing in here?” Carrying on a little longer. 

“Eh, I can’t. All these egg heads already have their degrees.” Then she leaned in, “They got ‘em online though.” 

“You’re the prestigious shit, Ma.” Babyface smirked with that chin jutted trying to ego stroke. 

That’s how it went though. Chitter chatter that showed their way, not taking this shit serious despite being so condemned. Then about the time the nothingness died down and eyes started to watch the clock knowing it was ticking getting to the point had to happen. 

She’d ask him if anyone on the list answered. He’d be honest about it being Black Arts and she’d roll her eyes. Then she’d smile. “Of course he’s actually coming.” Then she changed her tune. “I mean o’course he’s actually coming for ya. You’re family. Beagles stick together. Even… him.” 

“Why’s everyone roll their eyes about him?” 

“He’s weird.” 

“We’re all weird.” Babyface said bluntly. He looked over at Ellie with a shrug. He wasn’t sure if she thought he was just weird or if she was holding something back from him. It was hard to tell. 

As their very short time frame together ticked she’d ask Ellie, “Anything you want to ask or say to me before that clock so rudely kicks you out of my house like it owns the place?” 

[crak-ducktales-theories]

Ok, hear me out...

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The height

The color scheme

The fashion choices

The magical powers

He is a solo beagle and not a litter (unrelated, but another anomaly to the list)

It just adds up

TLDR

[hatboxghosty]

Some humanised Ducktales characters!

[pepsispook13]

I just really like blackarts and max lol they would be sk8r boy pals

[multifandomplushie]

If these two don't meet later in the series, I'll be pretty upset.

[awhphooey]

Uhhhhhhh Bluescreen beagle go brr

I made a hc Blue design and he’s Blackart’s twin

[panjose]

Ducktales ship doodle requests !!

[jeeblixarchive]

[vulchak]

I've been playing the "Duckburg quest" game and there's some pretty cool stuff in there

Is this hinting at something? 

Shots fired.

Blackarts is also back.

Also, the animations when you switch between characters are awesome

Too slow!

And at one point I somehow glitched the game and this happened:

Two, no wait....three Donalds for the price of one!

[clownsnose]

Heard y’all like Black Arts? Me to he’s my baby

[asofterduckburg]

You are my best friend.

[crak-ducktales-theories]

Ma Beagle when her demigod child starts bringing spirits from the land of the dead:

[based-ducks]

Anyways...............................the best Fenton ship..........................

[eastofthemoon]

Manage to write this Ducktales fic for Halloween. Enjoy!

Title: Afterthought

Rating: G

Characters: Darkwing Duck and Launchpad

Summary: Drake is trying to make plans for Halloween, but doesn't realize how extensive Launchpad's are. 

Archive of Our Own

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“Almost there...just a bit more,” Drake muttered as he carved off the last bit of pumpkin. He grinned as he stepped back to admire his work.

His Darkwing Duck jack-o-lantern. He had carved every detail of the eyes, the beak and that ever-so-confident smile.

“Almost perfect,” Drake said aloud as he reached into the trunk and carefully lifted out the items required. “Just need to put on the final touch and voila!”

The small hat, mask and cape fit the pumpkin perfectly!

Drake took a photo to share with the DWD Fanclub, reaching for his coffee as it uploaded. “Much better than all those Gizmoduck pumpkins, if I do say so myself.” 

He took a sip, but spat it out moments later, coughing as he looked into the mug. Why had his drink betrayed him with its bitterness? The answer, naturally, laid in the abyssal darkness of the liquid before him.

“Ah,” Drake grumbled. “I always forget the milk.”

He muttered to himself as he went into his fridge and snagged the milk carton. As he added it to his coffee, he glanced to his calendar.

“Haven’t heard from LP for a couple of days,” he said aloud.

Launchpad had told Drake he was going to be busy with preparations and wouldn’t see him for a bit. That hadn’t bothered Drake since they had just spent a week marathoning the entire TV run of Darkwing Duck, trying out another fan's recommended watching order. 

Besides, Drake knew some people took decorating for Halloween seriously, and LP did like committing whole-heartedly to things.  He was getting a bit of a foreboding feeling from the plans, though; from what Drake had seen of Launchpad's crayon blueprint scribblings, this was going to be on a whole new level.  And much as he didn't want to bother him, it had been close to a week since they'd spoken.

Maybe giving Launchpad a call would help - and if anyone could appreciate his masterpiece for Halloween, it would be his literal partner in fighting crime.  Drake reached for the cell phone and hit dial. He heard the beeping as he took another sip of his drink and swallowed it in time to hear his partner answer.

His ear was greeted by the loud whirring of a chainsaw.

Drake nearly dropped the phone until the roar stopped and he heard Launchpad’s voice. “Hey, DW!”

“Uh, hey, LP,” Drake answered as he lowered his cup. “You okay there?” He narrowed his eyes. “You didn’t crash into your toolshed while answering the phone again did you?”

There was a deep sigh. “I wish,” Launchpad replied. “Sorry, I was just finishing final preparations for..the night.”

Drake sipped his coffee again. “How is that going, anyway?  You've been keeping kinda quiet.”

Launchpad clicked his tongue. “Well, the inner barricade is pretty solid structurally.  I've got enough fuel to keep the burners going, but I think I need more metal sheets for the outer wall.”

Drake raised an eyebrow. Just how big was he planning to make this thing?  And - burners?

“Since I assume you’re staying put I figured I'd stop by your place once I was done patrol for the night,” Drake replied.

There was a gasp from the other end.  “YOU’RE PLANNING ON GOING OUT?!”

“Sure,” Drake said as he set down his mug, placing his  hand on his hip. “Crime doesn’t take a night off just because it’s a spooky night.  I mean, the new mayor is talking about having crime take a vacation, but that's just talk”

“Oh DW,” Launchpad said as it sounded like he was tearing up. “You’re the bravest hero I know.”

“Uh thanks,” Drake replied. 

He was of course brave - braver than Gizmoduck at any rate, and there weren't any other heroes he knew of around - but the enthusiasm was welcome.  It was a bit much, though; Drake was just going to make certain no one tried to do any pranks on innocent victims or steal some kid’s candy. It wasn’t that huge of a deal.

“I can pick up a pizza and we can relax with a movie?” Drake continued.

“If we survive the night,” Launchpad replied in a dark tone.

“You...really get into the spirit,” Drake replied.

“What do you mean-” Launchpad started but then cut himself off. “Oh, wait, got to go. Delivery guy is here with the barbed wire. Got to go!”

Drake barely had time to say bye before he heard a click and put his phone away.

“I really don’t get the theme he’s going for but at least he’s dedicated,” Drake muttered.

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“You jerk! Give it back!” a kid dressed up as a cupcake yelled.

The Beagle Boy laughed as he began to rummage through the kid’s treat bag.  “Finders keepers squirt!”  

“You didn’t find it, you stole it,” the kid dressed as a fire truck said as he tried to yank back the bag.

“Still found it, still mine,” the Beagle Boy replied as he shoved the kid back. “Now scram before I-”

“I AM THE TERROR THE FLAPS IN THE NIGHT!”

The Beagle Boy and his victims all froze as they looked around.

“I AM THE CANDY CORN THAT LIES AT THE BOTTOM OF THE BAG FOR MONTHS!”

“Blackarts?” the Beagle Boy said aloud. “That you?  If this is a prank-”

“I AM DARKWING DUCK!” 

The Beagle Boy was greeted with a kick to the face. He grunted as he fell back and tossed the candy bag in the air. Darkwing flipped, caught the bag and tipped his hat at the Beagle Boy.

“If you want candy, you’ll have to go trick-or-treating like everyone else,” Darkwing Duck cried. He held up a fist. “So leave these kids alone or else.”

The Beagle Boy grunted and glared. “Or else what?”

Darkwing Duck grinned and brought his face closer. “You want to find out?”

The Beagle Boy sweated, trying to stand his ground, but then growled as he began to step backwards. “He didn’t have any good candy anyway.”  He grumbled under his breath. 

The kids came closer as they watched the Beagle Boy retreat and then joyfully looked up to Darkwing. 

“Thanks, mister,” said the cupcake kid.

“You are welcome,” Darkwing said triumphantly as he handed back the bag. “Anything to help a citizen.”

“You got a great costume too, but I thought it was supposed to be red,” said the fire truck kid.

Darkwing halted and forced a smile. “Um..this isn’t a costume. I am Darkwing Duck! Avenger of the weak and...what are you doing?”

Both kids reached into their bags and held out a piece of candy out for him.

“Here you go,” the cupcake kid replied. “Only fair you get candy too!”

Darkwing decided to let the correction go and took the candy. “Thanks, kiddos! Now you'd best get home before it gets too late.”

“Okay, we will,” said the fire truck kid as they waved and ran off.

Darkwing sighed as he unwrapped the candies and popped them into his mouth. “Fourth time tonight,” he muttered. “Oh well, at least they kind of appreciate me.”

Suddenly his phone rang. Darkwing reached for his phone and saw it was Launchpad’s number.

Didn’t think I was running that late, Darkwing replied as he answered. “LP?”

“IT’S A HOLIDAY!” Launchpad shouted so loud Darkwing had to pull the phone away from his ear. “IT’S JUST KIDS DRESSED UP IN COSTUMES! AND THEY GIVE OUT CANDY AND-”

“Whoa, whoa, LP slow down,” Darkwing replied. “What are you talking about?”

Launchpad quickly told him the summary of his night and with each passing word Darkwing could only blink dumbly.

“Let me get his straight,” Darkwing said as he found a bench to sit on. “You thought this whole night was cursed because you read an ‘ancient scroll’ which was actually a candy wrapper and that all the trick-or-treaters were demons.”

“Yeah, funny huh?” Launchpad said with a laugh.

Darkwing was flabbergasted. Then suddenly the conversations the past few weeks flew into his brain and they took on a different meaning. 

“I really need to practice my detective skills.”

“Say again?” Launchpad asked.

Darkwing shook his head. “Nothing. My patrol’s almost done. Want me to stop by your place?”

“Sure! I’m just going to get this free candy from Mister McD, but I’ll meet you at my place.” Launchpad laughed. “Man, it’s a relief to know I don’t have to fight off eldritch horrors in October.”

Darking chuckled. “Yeah, I’ll bet-”

“Now I just have to worry about the flying archers in February,” Launchpad said darkly.

Darkwing went silent. “Come again?”

“It happens every winter.  Crimson streaks everywhere marking the resting places of the fallen, hunters around every corner seeking out new prey,” Launchpad continued. “I'm starting to suspect they're assassins - their targets marked with the design of the beating heart they seek to still.”

Darkwing clicked his tongue. “Launchpad, have you ever heard of a Valentine?”

“Valen-what?”

DW rubbed his forehead and made a note to have a long chat with him.

[cook-boss-88]

Poorly Describing Ducktales Characters In one sentence.

(These are jokes, guys. Cool your jets.)

Donald Duck: Basically a duck shaped hemoroid with anger issues.

Scrooge McDuck: With all the money he has, he couldn't find a good enough doctor to remove that stick out of his ass.

Mrs. Beakley: A seasoned fighter that chose to use a garlic presser over a plethora of other potential weapons in a fight (Seriously, she was in a fucking kitchen!).

Duckworth: Can turn himself into a shadow demon, didn't do shit to help out in the season 1 finale.

Webby: Voted most likely to have murdered someone with a crayon.

Huey: I wouldn't be surprised if that book he carries around with him has instructions on how to dispose a body and not get caught.

Dewey: Middle Child Syndrome personified.

Louie: Is described as the evil triplet yet frequently cries like a pussy.

Flintheart Glomgold: A man whose idea of revenge is cultural appropriation of Scottish stereotypes.

Mark Beaks: Voted most likely to be the person that should be murdered with a crayon.

Ma Beagle: A woman so old that her pussy is probably haunted.

Fethery Duck: Proof that prolonged isolation isn't good for anyone.

Doofus Drake: The very definition of "Why didn't I wear a condom that night?!"

Magica De Spell: On a scale of one to ten of characters that REALLY need to get laid, she would be a 10.

Launchpad McQuack: Proof that you don't really to be smart to survive the most dire of situations.

Goldie O'Gilt: An unapologetic kleptomaniac... No that's it, move on.

Lena De Spell: The character that deserves better!

Falcon Graves: Voted most likely to be a dominant.

Storkules: Gay, so gay in fact that he makes Elton John look straight.

Selene: Either she doesn't know that her best friend is legit stranded on her backyard or she's been playing the most determined game of the Bird Box challenge for the past decade.

Della Duck: Mother of the year award goes too... Not you.

Emily Quackfaster: If librarians did cocaine.

Bigtime Beagle: Napoleon Complex personified.

Bouncer Beagle: Stupidity personified.

Burger Beagle: Barely says a word, better conversationalist than Kristen Stewart.

Blackart Beagle: Basically a bootleg Chris Angel.

M'ma Cabrera: Chancla now, ask questions later.

Fenton Crackshell Cabrera: Most likely to get hit by a chancla.

Gladstone Gander: A green enema bag with legs.