#decanard

[hayleysmuses]

@decanard asked: "Come on. It'll be fun. Just like water surfing. But in the air." (Dewey @ Boyd)

Despite his concerns, Boyd couldn't help but laugh with delight at the other boy's urging. "Cloud kicking does sound fun," he agreed. "But I'm not so sure how safe it'd be to use my rockets as a speed boost. I don't want you to get hurt!"

[ducktales-wco-oo]

Donald is staring at Fenton in disbelief and a little hurt (even though he had no right to) “wait wait wait. You’re getting married to someone you *just* met this morning?”

-  ✩   「 @decanard 」 �� ✩  

「 ☆ 」   Oh, great… As of it wasn’t bad enough that his older brother has an issue with Fenton’s decisions— a right that Elliot had forfeited long ago —now he has to deal with Donald’s judgement. Oddly, or perhaps not odd at all since Donald has spent far more time with him than Elliot ever has, this hurts irritates Fenton even more than Elliot’s concerned self-righteous judgement had. If anyone was going to understand how desperately Fenton wants needs this, he would think it’d be his closest friend and confidant. The ONE person who would know better than anyone just how starved the Prince is for acceptance affection companionship— for… something. Something special.

Something Fenton can’t quite put into words. But feels nonetheless. Deeply and completely; a desire to matter- truly matter… To feel even a fraction of the way Augustus had made him within a few moments of meeting. The closest he’s ever gotten has been with— … Well, that hardly matters. With years of opportunities, if that person felt anything for him, it would have come to light by now.

Fenton can’t afford to let this chance slip through his fingers. Who knows if he’ll get another.

❝  Donald, please. I already had this discussion with Elliot…  ❞  Feathers ruffle as he tersely replies, Fenton refusing to meet Donald’s gaze. Choosing to study the snowy landscape surrounding them during their harrowing journey, it still gives more comfort than looking at Donald could.  ❝  It’s not as ridiculous as it sounds. It’s not like I’m marrying a complete stranger— well, alright- yes, technically I suppose I am…  ❞  Cheeks heating up as he loses his footing— both in the argument and literally —arms wave as Fenton tries to regain his balance on the soft snow.

Yet even as he nearly falls, he still tries to argue his point. Voice comically wavering like his body as he hastily insists,  ❝  But it’s nothing to be concerned about- Because he loves me!  ❞     「 ☆ 」

[scnrisa]

"I can't believe Philip ignored you all these years. You're much more fun of a grimwalker than Hunter. Tell me a story." (Collector @ Parker)

      what sort of friendship... // @decanard​​

philip...  philip...  philip...  the  name  made  their  heart  race  and  they  didn't  know  why.  was  that  who  his  uncle  was  ?  or..  perhaps  not  his  uncle,  but  --  this  whole  thing  was  confusing.  parker  didn't  like  thinking  about  it  at  all.  everything  just  became  so  complicating  and  as  much  as  they  LOATHED  hunter  being  favored,  they  would  so  anything  to  return  to  that  time  before  everything  changed.

before  they  realized  how  USELESS  their  worth  was  in  comparison  to  hunter.

❝  no...  i'm  never  going  to  be  as  good  as  hunter.  they're  all  right.  i'm  just  some  wannabe.  ❞  they  say,  crouching  as  head  is  buried  between  their  legs,  ❝  besides,  i  have  no  interesting  stories  to  tell.  ❞

[ducktales-wco-oo]

「 ☆ 」 Yeah. Get Fenton and the kids out of here safely, then he can deal with Fenton completely hating him. Which he definitely will once he realizes that Mark was here on his own volition and not some innocent victim. But Mark shoves that fear away, it sinking down into the twisted knots of his stomach like a stone. Instead, he squeezes Mark’s hand in response, latching onto his presence like a lifeline for however long he has left.

Glancing at the hand on his shoulder, he swallows thickly, trying to ignore the fluttering in his chest. But the warmth in his face is unmistakable, feathers puffing despite the situation. Is in the midst of fleeing from people who would probably kill them the best time to have an internal gay panic? No. Is he having one anyway? Of course he is. It wouldn’t be a reunion with Fenton if he didn’t get smacked in the face by how much he wants to kiss him. Not that Mark ever would without explicit permission… or risk asking permission for fear of Fenton thinking he’s a loser.

❝ Hate you? How could I possibly hate you? ❞ Mark says with a light laugh, free hand moving to comfortingly cup Fenton’s cheek before he can rethink it. ❝ You’re my best friend, Fents… and I’ve missed you so much. ❞ Arm wrapping around Fenton in as good a hug as he can manage while not letting go of Fenton’s hand, cheek presses against Fenton’s in a relieved nuzzle, ❝ You have nothing to be sorry about. You hear me? You’re literally the best and I couldn’t be happier that you’re here… ❞

Pulling away a smidge, Mark shrugs and adds with an awkward laugh, ❝ Well, m’kay— I wish you weren’t here right now because of all the danger. But you have no idea how much I missed hearing your voice… ❞ 「 ☆ 」

✩   「 @decanard 」   ✩  

ducktales-wco-oo​:

{ ☆ }   ❝  Not comforting, Fents…  ❞  Mark chimes to the initial response, grimacing at the thought and memory of instances where Fenton had been through worse. Giving Fenton’s hand a comforting squeeze, he looks around to ensure that the coast is clear before nodding his head in the direction of safety. Or- safer than they are right now. Which isn’t much to ask when there’s a literal battle to the either death or being-stuck-in-a-tiny-box going on.

Quickened steps as quiet as he can manage, he occasionally glances behind them at the mayhem, wanting to be certain no one is going to catch them by surprise. Heart hammering loud enough to be heard above the chaos, Fenton’s words still manage to cut through the overwhelming noise. Wincing at the desire for an explanation, he forces an awkward smile on his face when he looks at Fenton, meeting his silvery gaze with uneasy blue,  ❝  Heh— I dunno… She might be kinda miffed at us if we get too messed up. Y’know, after the whole ‘thank goodness you’re alright’ spiel.  ❞  He jokes in a hushed tone, not wanting to draw attention to them.

❝   As for what I’m doing here… Heh— That’s kiiiiiiinda a long story. Best saved for when we’re not running for our literal lives.  ❞  Hoping that Fenton will be deterred, he uses his free hand to playfully flick the stray strand of head-feathers bobbing in front of Fenton’s face, wanting to help ease the tension and distract from the pain,  ❝  ‘Sides, that’s not nearly as important as making sure you are spick-and-span instead of whatever the opposite of those words are. You’re the smart one, so you probs know…  ❞  

Smile softening into something more sincere after his playful tease, fondness shines through the worry,  ❝  It really is good to see ya, Fents. Even if the sitch could be better. Heh…  ❞  { ☆ }

Mark’s voice isn’t very loud but he can hear everything despite what’s going on around them. He could always zero in on his best friend’s voice through noise. It’s nice to know that hasn’t changed. He glances up when the other moves his headfeathers and a small smile shows on his beak. “Okay fine, the story can come later once we get you out of here safely and all the kids.” He ignores the part about himself. He wasn’t important in this grand scheme. 

When they stop in an empty room, Fenton holds on all the tighter to Mark’s hand. He’s afraid the other will let go. Possibly run and then how is he supposed to help him get away? Better to hold on tight. “I’ve missed you.”  He returns, putting his other hand on Mark’s shoulder. “I’ve really missed you and I’m sorry I couldn’t help you earlier than this. You must hate me.”

[tournesolette]

❪ @decanard​ ❫     ❛   you’ve been lying through your teeth.   ❜  (Nuru @ Hugo)

answered    ┊   unprompted

         Hugo looks to the princess, to the girl he thought he could call a friend after all of these months of travelling together. Of course they hadn't really been friends. Hugo can't have friends. He can't. Not with the life he leads, not with the things he's had to do. He'll never have friends.

There are only people who he'll use, and people who will use him.

                      Nothing else.

He looks away, his hair, loose from it's usual ponytail, hanging down over his eyes, both that and his glasses hiding them from view.

           " Yeah. That's what I do. Sorry that you believed me. " The words are serious, if not a bit dead. Void of his usual smug playfulness and dry wit.

[crossovershipstournament]

Three Teams Of [X] Has Two Hands

So we’ll start off the Team Posts with a group of teams I like to call ‘[X] has Two Hands’. Specifically, it’s the three teams where I paired them up specifically because they each had a specific character in both ships.

And funny enough, two out of three of them feature a Pines twin. Good for them, good for them.

Those teams are basically just ‘X character and their two significant others’ and I love the imagine them running back and forth to both sides of the bracket for each of their rounds on both sides. I also like to assume polyamory on their end, because cheating’s no good. So I feel like everyone’s in the know-how, everyone’s cool with it, and it’s all very sweet. 

Yes, I realize it will break some previously-established lore in the case of the first team, and yes, the phrase ‘[X] has two hands’ is pretty hit or miss for me personally (sometimes people like one ship and not the other, they’re allowed to do that). But it’s just for the sake of the tournament, nothing lore-breaking will be considered canon outside of it.

Is it a little unfair to have multiple ships with the same character, leaving less room for other ships with different characters to have made the cut? ...Maybe, but it’s my contest so I make the rules.

With all that being said, we have:

Team Dewey Has Two Hands:

Dewey Duck and Whitley Schnee Dewey Duck and Silver the Hedgehog

The first but certainly not last team to have a character from Ducktales 2017 (we love Ducktales 2017 here), both teams involve Dewey Duck and were automatic-ins, based on roleplays involving either myself or one of my buddies.

One of which involves him being still new to romance and also grey-aro, with a side of being caught in a ‘Protagonist Is Crushing On His Best Friend and Vice-Versa’ plot. Which would be so cool if it wasn’t happening to him specifically, but I’m sure things will work out.

If it’s not blatantly clear, this one’s one of mine and @crossovernonshipstournament‘s from our big Ducktales/RWBY crossover, which we’ve been working on for several years now. I’ll go more into that AU as I cover more teams but for now, we’ll just leave it there. Wait until Team Science gets here~!

I’m not entirely knowledged about the second one, but I’m sure with both Dewey and Silver having canon plots that involved time-travelling, there’s bound to be a lot of angst involved. Also knowing the submitter of the ship personally, I’m almost POSITIVE that there’s a lot of angst involved. ( @decanard Would you like to confirm~? 😉)

Team Dipper Has Two Hands:

Dipper Pines and Wirt Dipper Pines and Dib Membrane

Feels like the ships are pretty self-explanatory. Dipper deals with a lot of paranormal and supernatural things, so it’d make sense for him to be interested in other boys who are similar. Whether it’s dabbling in aliens and not being believed by anyone else outside of his sibling, or dealing with an ever-approaching threat that always seems to be watching from the darkness, it’s always nice to have someone there alongside you when dealing with the unknown.

Also I think if they all teamed up, they could so easily beat Zim, the Beast and Bill together. Or maybe they’d just avoid the last two, and go on to catch proof of Zim’s existence alongside Dib. Probably safer and less anxiety-inducing. And the last thing any of these boys need is to deal with more things that will spike their anxiety further.

Also just a special shout-out to @justadoll aka Doll, who asked me to include Wirt and Dipper. They have several ships they’re rooting for in the tournament (and I will absolutely give them a shoutout at that point too) but I know this is one of your super special ones and how much you love your boys 🥺

Team Mabel Has Two Hands:

Mabel Pines and Webby Vanderquack Mabel Pines and Gaz Membrane

Mabel Pines is full of love, whether it’s for boys or girls. But for this contest, it’s for girls~! Specifically one ducky girl and yet another Membrane kid. 

Honestly, I added Mabel and Gaz in because Dib and Dipper was one of the highest submitted ships, and I thought it’d be adorable to include the other side as well, but Gaz and Mabel really fall into the adorable ‘sunshine and gloom’ tropes pretty well (along with a few other pairings later on down the line, but we’ll get there when we get there). The person who submitted them said, and I quote, ‘it’s the dynamic of all time’ and I agree.

As for Mabel and Webby, it’s yet another ship that got in automatically, based on suggestions from my friends. Adorable autistic girls with grappling hooks, special interests, and just a love of their family? It’s just SO cute and fits both of them well.

Also another thanks to Lexi for suggesting the latter ship <3 We love the autistic girl rep over here!

That’ll be the three ships I cover for now; we’ll see which ships I cover next! Hopefully the other posts will not be this long, but who’s to say for sure because we all know I love to talk a lot.

Also if anyone has any other lore/propaganda for the ships mentioned in these posts, please feel free to add it in an ask/reblog/etc. Taking any and all if you got it, don’t be shy~!

[danger-zcnes]

❛ i can’t lose you again! ❜ (Dewey and Silver) -  ✩   「 @decanard 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」 When the rip in time opened, Silver had felt as if their head was tearing into two as well. A sharp, ear-splitting ringing accosting them. Painful enough to make them fall to their knees with a cry, hands pressing against their ears as they bowed their head, like that would make the agony cease. Reality itself screaming in anguish, the merciless, clawed hands of fate had finally found their prey. A piece of a world far beyond this own, in time and distance, haphazardly thrown where it didn't belong. Who can say for sure why it chose NOW to reclaim Silver... As confounding as the time tornado that had whisked Dewey away, now it was the hedgehog's turn to be torn away from a world they had started to view as theirs.

No matter how delusional a view that was.

Swept up in the uncaring vortex, Silver had tried to fight against the current. Air pulling them towards the glowing break in reality like water swirling down a drain, Silver was no match for the unbending universe. Uncertain WHERE it was trying to take them— perhaps it was a way out of Dewey's world and back to their own broken one, but it could just as easily be throwing them somewhere new; only this time, they'd be ALONE and lost —a fear unlike any before grips Silver. A selfish, debilitating terror reflected in golden eyes as they gaze into bright blue.

In a perfect parallel of what had happened before, now Silver finds themself on the other end of the outstretched hand. Clinging desperately to Dewey's hold, body whipping in the wind as the duckling fights to keep Silver from being taken. Eyes welling with tears, Silver knows they can't blame it entirely on the stinging dust tainting the air, reminding them of home their world, ❝ D-Dewey... I– ... I don't want to go. ❞ Silver admits, words breaking through a thick voice. Blinking to try and clear their gaze, NEEDING to see the duckling, tears stream down a dirt-streaked face, ❝ I don't want to go! ❞ Crying out louder, voice cracks with a plea—

❝ Please don't let it take me! ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[babyboydbaby]

(for @decanard​  )

It was hardly surprising to see Louie of all people at the McDuck mansion, but admittedly with his busy schedule along with any time spent with Huey being located outside the mansion, it’d been a while since the two had crossed paths.

So Boyd was more than pleased to be granted the chance to see his oldest childhood friend again.

“Hey, Louie!” he said delightedly. “It’s been a while, huh? How’ve you been, man?”

[honeydewmuses-a]

(( @decanard​ liked for a lyric starter! ))

“I’m not listening when you say goodbye.”

Webby follows Louie into his room, stubbornness clear in her face and her crossed arms. He can have some alone time later. After he spends some time with her. Because, darn it, Webby is lonely, and she wants to hang out with her dear friend Louie.

[sidestreetmuses]

❛ schrödinger’s cat is overrated. if you wanna see something that’s ❛ both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day. ❜ 

@decanard

“See, Louie, this is why someday dad’s gonna shove you guys into therapy.” Caspian shook his head, raising an eyebrow to his cousin. “Assuming Uncle Scrooge doesn’t get us all killed first.”

[hayleysmuses]

@decanard asked: "Who are you? What do you want?" (crimp @ velvet)

Such indifference was met with an offended scoff from Velvet. "Um, ex-squeeze you! What do you mean 'who am I' and 'what do I want?' You've gotta get your eyes checked if you really can't recognize a star in the making~!"

She made a motion to wave her away. "Or go get them checked anyway, they're full of unfulfillment and sadness and it's totes bumming me out."

[ducktales-wco-oo]

“ you say you’re dangerous. that you destroy everything you touch. so destroy me. ruin me. tear me apart, and let me love you all the same. “ (Elliot @ Mark)

-  ✩   「 @decanard 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」    ❝  Oh my GOD— Don’t you get it??  ❞  Mark unintentionally snaps, spinning on his heel to face Elliot, feathers ruffled yet his pained expression betraying its source. Frustrated not because of Elliot but FOR Elliot— someone has to be looking out for the well-meaning duck, since apparently Elliot won’t do it himself —entire body trembles as he tries to keep his voice from escalating any further. Just because he wants Elliot to hear him doesn’t mean he wants to start shouting at him. Never mind that he already has.

Clenched fists hurt, squeezed so tightly in an effort to keep from reaching for Elliot. Touching him, hugging him, desperate for a shred of what he’s certain will be— has to be the final bit of contact he can share with his childhood friend. Before life and Mark’s stupid decisions tore them apart.

❝  I don’t want to ruin you!  ❞  Blinking back tears, voice breaks as Mark futilely tries not to,  ❝  I don’t WANT to hurt you anymore than I already have!  ❞  Words overflowing with pleading sincerity, Mark still doesn’t see any alternative. Even in his anguished fear about destroying the ONE good thing he still has in his life— that he doesn’t deserve —he’s certain he will. How could he not? He’s just that kind of person.  ❝  So you HAVE to stay away from me!  ❞  

 ❝  Pl-Please...  ❞  A quieter plea, trembling in tandem with his shoulders as Mark blinks back tears that refuse to leave. A few fall, leaving damp streaks on silver feathers as he weakly croaks,  ❝  I don’t... I don’t want to— ... I can’t hurt you.  ❞  

Even if that means he can’t have Elliot in his life at all.   「 ☆ 」 

[canon-fcdder]

“And just who are you?” The question comes from a taller witch boy with green hair. He’s looking right in Hunters direction and crosses his arms when the other looks at him. (-yeets-)

-  ✩   「   @decanard ​​  」   ✩

「 ☆ 」   Hunter just needed to be away from the palace for a while... for his OWN sake. After flubbing a mission— not that he can take all the blame, since he was purposely given some of the most incompetent and insubordinate members to accompany him —and earning Belos’s scorn, Hunter barely managed to excuse himself before things escalated TOO far. With nothing but a few new bruises and scratches thanks to the clumsy haste of his exit: scattering like a mouse in the presence of a cat, weaving through the numerous hallways and into some hidden passages that prove helpful during times like this... Feeling like a coward as he slipped out thanks to a cramped tunnel and secluded path well-beaten by his own boots.

A coward, but a LIVE one. So long as he’s still alive, still has some shred of use within him, then he has a chance for him to make things right. To prove himself to Belos yet again, and get in his good graces.  It’s not too late. It’s NOT too late... It’s not— Internal mantra is interrupted by the feeling of eyes on him, Hunter tensing as he quickly looks over at the source of his discomfort. Eyes narrowed warily, he instinctively angles his body so that the disturbance isn’t on his blind side, Hunter backing up slowly so his back is against a nearby brick wall. Letting the crumbling surface serve as a preventive measure against someone taking him by surprise.

Fists clenched at his sides, grip tightens at the blatant disrespect of this stranger. This mere CHILD— as if he isn’t around Hunter’s age —addressing him so flippantly, rather than showing a fearful reverence befitting the Golden Guard. Not that the idiot can be entirely blamed. Hunter’s mask remains in the palace, unfortunately. He feels so... exposed without it. With that mask on, he’s Emperor Belos’s righthand man. He’s respected. FEARED. Not taken at face value, but by the merit of his achievements. His capabilities. Right now, feeling as bare and vulnerable as a fledgling, all he can do is suck in a deep breath and push down the fear.

Frustration is a far better emotion to cling to in this situation.

❝  That’s NONE of your concern.  ❞  He snaps, chest puffed out and cheeks heating with annoyance at how he has to angle his neck to meet the other’s gaze. Stupid stranger, being so tall... Still, Hunter is accustomed to having to assert his dominance over those who LOOM. That’s one of the perks and downsides of having such a small stature; you either learn to overcome it or become slave to it. Hunter would like to think he’s the former.

❝ Unless you’re looking for trouble, I suggest you move along.  ❞     「 ☆ 」 

[sixersigned]

@decanard​ / sc!

❝ Ah, an ornithorhynchus anatinus. ❞ He blinks, crouching down to look at the creature more closely as he readjusts his glasses. ❝ ...wow, is that plaid? ❞

[calisotamuses]

unprompted

".....M'Ma...." Shame burns through the almost former FOWL agent as he takes in the sight of Maria. Gandra had brought her and Doctor Gearloose and the red kid Huey into the Gizmocloud when the two of them had locked into by Mark Beaks. "Hi..." He tries. What do you say to your mother who hasn't seen you for years and possibly thought you were dead?

“...Fenton...?”

María had long since given up. She’d spent years searching into her only son’s disappearance, her only family left after the loss of her own parents and the death of her husband. Then he’d been gone too, and all she could do was throw herself into her work. She’d worked to the point of getting sick, doing mostly desk work these days, and yet...

Here he was. In the virtual reality that the Duck boy had insisted she go into with Gandra and Dr. Gearloose. He was right there in this virtual space, and even though she couldn’t feel the tears forming on her face here, she knew they were undoubtedly flowing down her cheeks in corporeal space.

“Fenton. Oh, Dios Santo- pollito, no puedo creerlo...” She didn’t care if they were in some weird VR. She reached out to cup his face regardless, her breath hitching, a little sob wrenching itself out of her throat. “You’re here.”

[endtiimesa]

Oh, what a QUAINT little resolution THIS is.