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@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!"
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@decanard liked for an encanto starter
"My little Isa! Hello." He says looking up and realizing his daughter is standing in front of him. Whoops he had been distracted, hopefully she wasn't waiting for him long.
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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! ❞ 「 ☆ 」
#ducktales-wco-oo#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴍʏ ꜱʜᴏᴛ! ❞ ¦ 「 Fenton IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ; ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ɪ’ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ❞ ◌ ꜰʀᴏᴢᴇɴ ᴀᴜ ¦ 「 Fenton 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ❞ ¦ 「 Donald 」#decanard#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ’ᴅ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Fenton and Donald 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴡᴏᴏᴘꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」
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"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. ❞
#decanard#╰ * parker. : in ⧽ i can’t help but repeat myself .#they decided they wanted to go through It#they can't even take genuine compliments or words of affection
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“SILVER!!!” Dewey can barely hear his own voice over the tornado that was trying to suck him in. The same kind of tornado that dropped him here years ago. He was holding on as tight as possible to a tree. He didn’t want to go! Not now! “HELP!!”
There was too much left to do with his boyfriend. He couldn’t leave him. He promised he’d find a way to help fix the world first. The grip gives way but he manages to grab another tree. “PLEASE!!”
- ✩ 「 @decanard 」 ✩
「 ☆ 」 No. It’s happening. It’s actually happening…
Silver should be happy. They should be ELATED. This is what they had wanted since Dewey was first stranded on his broken world. Someone like Dewey, so bright and brilliant and blue, doesn’t belong in a place like this. Covered with the smell of death and ash, smoke filling one’s lungs with every breath. Silver can still recall how violently Dewey had coughed at first, his body rejecting the filthy air it was now forced to inhale. He doesn’t seem to struggle with it as much anymore. Which isn’t surprising since he’s had years to learn how to breathe here.
Years wasted here... Sometimes, Silver wonders how time works in other dimensions. If whoever Dewey had been ripped away from feel the weight of those years. Or maybe, barely any time has passed at all. Maybe when he returns, it’ll be to a life seemingly put on pause. A second chance at having a real one. A BETTER one. Silver can only hope so. Yet, that hope is tainted by selfish undertones. Silver wondering if they want time to wait on Dewey because then they can indulge in the others company without consequence.
Because then, them rushing to Dewey’s aid, isn’t a HORRIBLE thing to do.
After only a split-second of hesitation— Silver’s conscience screaming that this is what is meant to happen —Silver flies towards their boyfriend, Dewey’s cry still ringing in their ears over the cacophony of wind. Coughing violently, eyes watering and nose burning, Silver fights through the merciless winds. Whipping up smoke and ash around them, all they can do is struggle towards the sound of Dewey’s screams, barely able to see in front of their own nose. Already exhausted from trying to keep from getting sucked into the tornado themself— they can’t leave their home, can’t abandon its future —Silver claws at nearby wreckage, following a pattern of grab, let go, grab, let go, to slow their approach enough to CONTROL their movement.
It’s infuriating, feeling like they’re wasting time with each clutch at a crumbling building, but they can’t risk being swept up in the storm. ❝ I’M COMING! JUST HANG ON, DEWDROP! ❞ Silver shouts over the tornado’s screaming, nearly dragged into the swirling portal thanks to a slip of their hands. Grunting as they crash into a fallen building, Silver spits out some blood, not bothering to wipe it away as they carefully work their way to Dewey. Wincing at the aches accosting their body from the harsh impact, Silver blinks to try and clear their swimming vision. Seeing the unfocused form of their boyfriend, Silver reaches out a shaking hand.
And grabs on to Dewey’s.
Clinging to the building’s broken wall for dear life— But who’s? Theirs or Dewey’s? —Silver stares wide-eyed at the other male, bloodied hand squeezing Dewey’s so tightly it hurts. Tears falling down their face, Silver’s voice breaks, words forced through a throat scratched raw from airborn ash, ❝ I-I’ve got you... I’m not gonna let go. I promise, I won’t let you go.... ❞
Silver feels sick as soon as the words are out, but they can’t deny they mean them.
They don’t want to let Dewey go. They CAN’T. They...
Should they?
Maybe it would be better if they just— 「 ☆ 」
#(( * W E E P S * ))#(( tfw Silver has some doubts ... ))#danger-zcnes#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ; ɪ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴀʏ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ; ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Silver IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴀꜱ ɪ ꜰɪx ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ; ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴘᴏᴘꜱ ᴜᴘ ❞ ◌ ɪᴅᴡ ¦ 「 Silver 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜɪᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Dewey 」#decanard#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ᴀᴡᴀʏ; ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Silver and Dewey 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀꜱ; ᴀʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」
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「 ☆ 」 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 」 ✩
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{ ☆ } ❝ 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.”
#(( *finds this already done and lost to the sands of time* ... *SLAMs it out* ))#ducktales-wco-oo#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ɢᴏ; ɪ'ᴍ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʀᴇᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴘᴇᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Mark IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴏʀ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴇ; ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀ ❞ ◌ ꜰ.ᴏ.ᴡ.ʟ ᴀᴜ ¦ 「 Mark 」#decanard#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀɴ ɪɴɴᴏᴠᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ᴍɪʟᴅ-ᴍᴀɴɴᴇʀᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Fenton 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ! ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」
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❪ @decanard ❫ “You will never have to worry about anything ever again. I’ll make sure of it.” (Varian @ Hugo)
ANSWERED ┊ UNPROMPTED
Hugo looks at Varian with wide eyes, the words repeating over and over in his head.
This isn’t their usual banter, not by a long shot. It’s softer, more genuine. It makes Hugo’s head spin, because no one has ever spoken to him like that in his life. Not even Donella when she’d been trying her best to make him stay with her. Every promise made to him by her had been a thinly veiled threat to stay in line, but these words from Varian are different.
Varian is different.
He wants to make some clever retort, some joke, some teasing comment that brings them back to what they’re used to, what he’s used to, but his brain won’t give him one. He’s stuck in flight or fight, but he doesn’t have anywhere to go, and he doesn’t know what he’s fighting for, so he freezes in the face of this genuine care.
“ I- ” He tries to say anything, but everything he could say gets stuck in his throat and he’s left fumbling over the single syllable he does get out. For once, Hugo is speechless.
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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~!
#Mun Speaks#Poll Talk#Team Talk#Team Dewey Has Two Hands#Team Dipper Has Two Hands#Team Mabel Has Two Hands#(Adding specific team name tags for organization's sake)
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Negaduck..or Jim…have you ever thought of having kids?
"Why would I want to do that?"
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That one AU with @decanard
"I have a daughter."
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(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?”
#Boyd Speaks#decanard#Never An Honest Word; And That Was When I Ruled The World (Louie)#Adult AU#(Hope Louie is fine since you didn't specify a muse!)
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@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."
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@decanard liked for a sea beast starter
Jacob wasn't paying attention to where he was going and when he was turned to call out to a sailor he knew, raising a hand in greeting and knocked right into the other, half size difference, half just straight up not paying attention.
His hand flashed out and grabbed the other's sleeve to prevent him from being knocked to the ground.
"Whoops! Sorry lad." Jacob says brushing the other off. "Didn't see ya there."
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“ 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. 「 ☆ 」
#ducktales-wco-oo#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ɢᴏ; ɪ'ᴍ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʀᴇᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴘᴇᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Mark IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴅɪᴇ; ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴍʏ ᴛᴡᴇᴇᴛꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ❞ ◌ ᴍᴀɪɴ ¦ 「 Mark 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀɴ ɪɴɴᴏᴠᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ᴍɪʟᴅ-ᴍᴀɴɴᴇʀᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Fenton 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴡᴏᴏᴘꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ; ᴀɴᴅ ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ❞ ¦ 「 Mark and Elliot 」
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(( @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.
#((song is semi charmed life by third eye blind))#((i considered not using it. because of all the other content in the lyrics. but she wanted this))#webby // ic // hi! i'm webby!#((also no idea why my i//cons keep doing that but. ugh. might have to redo them if i can't fix it))#decanard
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❛ 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! ❞ 「 ☆ 」
#danger-zcnes#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ; ɪ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴀʏ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ; ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ❞ ¦ 「 Silver IC 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴀꜱ ɪ ꜰɪx ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ; ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴘᴏᴘꜱ ᴜᴘ ❞ ◌ ɪᴅᴡ ¦ 「 Silver 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜɪᴇꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Dewey 」#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ᴀᴡᴀʏ; ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 Silver and Dewey 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʀᴇᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」
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❛ 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.”
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