#ducktales witch au

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🧙‍♀️☠️ 🪄Spell casting now has gotten off to a good start for them now that they got practice. 🧙‍♀️☠️ 🪄

Bonus Magica and Morgana because I felt like doing them together:

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It’s been approximately 8 million years since I posted art on this account, but I finally got around to making more for my Escape to Witch Mountain AU! (Original post here)

When this idea was beginning to develop it was obvious that I had to have Scrooge play the part of Jason O’Day. Grumpy old man character who pretends he hates kids but will also go out of his way to help them once he finds out they’re in trouble, and who also complains directly to gas station workers about the prices they’re charging for gas? Of course that was gonna be Scrooge.

These doodles have been sitting unfinished in my sketchbook for a while now, so I’m glad I finally got around to finishing them! I’m looking forward to drawing more for this AU!

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Witch of Space

Lunacy Loon Lovegood in full god tier outfit.

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cover for my comic, I hope it sas.

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[shychick-52]

FUCKING MAYOR AKITA!!! 😫😫😡

OH MY GOSH WACKY- WHEN I CATCH YOU-

THIS. FRIGGING. DESTROYED ME. BUT IN THE BEST WAY AAAAAAAAHHHHH

You continue to get better and better at writing angst (you've always been really good at it, but hopefully you know what I mean), and I think this is the best angsty piece you've ever written!!!

Your writing flows so well, and your descriptive language doesn't overly-rely on metaphors and similes, but your word choice and sentence/paragraph length (which is always just the perfect length) still REALLY sells the mood and makes you engaged in what's happening- scenery, voices, emotions, physical contact- and it all plays out so smoothly. And you're so, so good at showing instead of telling!

This is the case with your writing in general, but it seems to get even better all the time, and your strengths stand out with some stories even more than others. This is one of them.

I found myself crying. Oh my gosh, you captured Gyro's rollarcoaster of emotions incredibly and so realistically! I am blown away! And FENTON, AUGH, I can't go on enough about what a supportive, loving sweetheart he is!! 😭😭😭

Gyro and Boyd's relationship still means so, SO much to me, even though I don't talk about DT quite as much these days (I swear I have NOT given up on my wips). I didn't know 'Rainbow Connection' was your Gyro and Boyd song! That's a great one!! My favorite song on my Gyro and Boyd playlist is still 'Remember Me This Way'.

Oooh, when they were digging that big hole, it seemed so symbolic of how Gyro felt at that moment- a huge, gaping hole in his heart.

SO GOOD, ARGH, THANK YOU FOR THE GLORIOUS FEAST. (This actually inspired me to start working on my own stuff again!!)

You don’t have to do this but I would love to see you write another story in the Fenro Witch AU where it’s the 1 year anniversary of Boyd’s death and Gyro and Fenton decide to go to Boyd’s grave to pay their respects with flowers with Fenton at some point giving Gyro time alone to say how much he misses Boyd and maybe you could have it that in certain parts such as them walking to Boyd’s grave, we cut to the past on the day of Boyd’s death showing how it happened, Gyro and Fenton’s reaction to finding Boyd (which would probably have a lot of crying, grieving, Gyro holding onto Boyd rocking him in his arms and begging him to wake up), and Boyd’s funeral. Only if you want to write this of course. 😊 ❤️

UAAAAAGH HUGGING GET OUT OF MY HEADDDD IVE HAD A FIC SIMILAR TO THIS PLANNED FOR FOREVER ty for giving me an excuse to write it <3333

Also! purposefully got this done just in time because May 18th is the 1 year anniversary of this au!!

cw- major character death, hanging mentions, implied self harm kind of I think also this is almost 5k words long just so you know how much is under the read more-

Though they never discussed it aloud, they both knew what day it was. 

They never needed to plan the day, they both just knew what to do. 

Neither of them needed to say it. 

It was cloudy that morning, the way it’d been cloudy on that day before. Heavy clouds that hung in the air, weighing down on the earth beneath them. Threatening to spill colder rain on an already freezing day. 

The clouds were so thick it was still dark when they got up. Fenton lit a candle, and together they made their way downstairs. Gyro didn’t say a word, and Fenton knew he’d have to watch him today. It would be rough. 

Fenton got the flowers and blanket ready while Gyro prepared the food, cutting fruit from last fall that had been magically preserved. It was still much too early in the year for any fresh fruit, so they’d have to make do. 

The flowers too- the frost had killed all of the wild ones growing around the house, so they only had a dried bouquet from last year. 

“It’s alright,” Fenton said, mostly to himself, as he arranged the faded, crisped plants. “We’ll bring him fresh ones as soon as spring starts.” 

Gyro didn’t answer, but the duck hadn’t expected him to. Now as he listened, he realized the sound of cutting from the kitchen had stopped. “Are you done?” 

No answer. 

Fenton peered in through the doorway, robes swishing as he moved. “We don’t need too man- what happened?” 

“Accident,” Gyro grunted, holding two of his fingers tightly in his other hand. Bulb sat on the counter next to him, trying to sniff his fingers, and there was blood on the knife. “Wasn’t paying attention.” 

Fenton frowned, he would really need to watch Gyro today. “How bad is it?” He asked as he stepped into the kitchen, moving to one of the medical cupboards.

“It's fine,” the witch grumbled, looking defensive. He still let Fenton take his hand and examine the injury. Bulb looked quite interested too, and mrowed at Fenton, as if asking him to fix the cut. “It’s not that deep.” 

It wasn’t, but it went right across the pads of his middle and pointer fingers. Quite an annoying spot for both an injury and a bandage. Fenton wrapped it for him without saying anything, and offered to finish cutting the fruit. 

At last they were ready, Fenton held the picnic basket in one hand and interlaced his other arm with Gyro’s. It was just bright enough that they could see fine in the gloom, and Fenton looked up to the sky as they set off. “Hopefully it doesn’t snow.” 

Gyro didn’t comment. 

The cemetery was brighter, there were no trees above in the clearing to block the meager light that struggled through the clouds. There was a single tree in the center of the headstones, with huge spreading branches and even further spreading roots. Right now its limbs were bare, they creaked in the wind. 

Other than that, the forest was quiet. 

The plot they were looking for was on the edge of the cemetery, near the treeline. Gyro stopped, reading the headstone as Bulb wound around his legs and Fenton laid out the thick blanket on the crunchy dead grass. 

Boyd Gearloose. 

The date was exactly one year from today.

“You want to do the flowers?” Fenton asked as he reached for their basket. 

Gyro just nodded, he looked simultaneously too numb and emotional to speak. 

Fenton sat as his partner sat the flowers down in front of the grave with great reverence. The headstone was small, it didn’t match the make of the others in the cemetery, and the bouquet nearly obscured the engravings. 

Gyro then slowly sat on the blanket next to the duck, resting his head on his shoulder. Fenton gently put an arm around him, and Bulb curled up in his lap. 

They sat and watched the grave until Fenton’s bottom and back ached, until the clouds had let up to allow more light into the world and Fenton’s neck felt stiff. Still, he refused to move until Gyro did, wanting him to be as comfortable as possible. To let him take his time. He knew they’d be out here for a while, this was why they’d brought food. 

At last Gyro let out a deep shuddering breath, turning to bury his face in Fenton’s neck. His shoulders shook with silent sobs, and Fenton wasted no time in wrapping him into a hug and pulling him closer. 

“I miss him so much,” Gyro breathed through tears, his beak was tucked right up beneath Fenton’s. “All the time.” 

Fenton didn’t answer, rubbing Gyro’s shoulders and staring at the grave. Blinking rapidly when tears pricked his eyes and taking a breath. 

“He turns ten in a few months, right? He’d- he’d be so tall by now.” Gyro shifted his head just slightly so he could see the headstone. His tears wetted Fenton’s feathers and his robes. 

Last year their grief was too fresh to do anything for Boyd’s birthday. Gyro hadn’t even gotten out of bed that day, but that was a regular occurrence then. Their house was still under construction then, they barely had a roof on their first story, and were sleeping in the living room. Fenton only got up to prepare food. 

Gyro hadn’t eaten. 

“He’d like it out here, don’t you think?” Gyro’s voice was cracked. “Especially the peach trees in the summer and the apples in the fall- it’d be so much easier to have more help with harvesting.” 

Fenton let out a soft sob, holding his partner closer. Tearing his gaze from the headstone as he nuzzled against Gyro. “He would’ve loved to help.”

This was all too much. The wound was too fresh, they were picking at the scab too early. Fenton wanted to get away, he’d suddenly rather be anywhere but here. The cemetery was alright on most days, but on others he avoided the place more than the superstitious villagers did. 

Right now he didn’t even want to think about it. 

But he didn’t move. Gyro needed to be here today, and Fenton had spent the last year supporting him, pulling him through this. He wasn’t going to stop today. 

So he clung to his partner and sobbed along with him, too overwhelmed to do anything else. He cried until his head hurt and his face ached and then he cried some more. Gyro only curled tighter against him, letting himself be enveloped by Fenton while also holding himself. And Fenton held him, kept him there. 

Trying to be and to find as much comfort as possible as they unwillingly reminisced on what had happened that night. 

—

They were in a tree, there was a branch digging painfully into Gyro’s back. 

The witch ignored this as he scanned the nearby houses, searching for any hint of what the angry mob had done with Boyd. This was a temporary refuge, and he needed to use it to figure out a way forward. 

Fenton was in the tree next to him, one hand wrapped tightly around a nearby branch as he bit his other fist, trying to keep himself quiet while he sobbed. He was unable to tear his gaze off of their house as it went up in smoke, now a blinding hot beacon in the dark cold night. 

Nothing would be left when the fire went out. That much was clear already. 

Gyro absently rubbed his back while he searched, trying to keep his panic down. As crazed as the mob was now, he was sure they wouldn’t kill an actual child, right? Besides he had the gallows in his view, the nooses hung thankfully empty. It had been a narrow escape.

Every now and then a group of angry villagers would tramp past their hiding space, screaming with their pitchforks in the air. Gyro and Fenton would duck down while simultaneously pulling their legs up, trying to make themselves as small as possible. The cover of night helped- but the tree's lack of leaves did not. It was too early in the year for even any buds. 

Next to him Fenton choked slightly, and the witch leaned over to kiss his temple. “We’ll rebuild when we get out of here.” The loss of their house he could stomach, they’d been needing to get out of the village for months now. 

What he really couldn’t let go of was Boyd, he had to be around here somewhere. 

As Gyro watched, the town’s mayor, the leader of the mob against them, stepped into the open ground between the houses. The witch’s eyes narrowed in hate, following the old man as he walked casually past the burning wreck of timber that used to be Gyro’s house. Fenton didn’t seem to notice him. 

The mayor stepped over to the opposite side of the street, near the woods. He stooped and reached for something that Gyro had dismissed in his study of the area, a misshapen rock, or someone’s discarded shirt. Something small in the shadows, unassuming. Not anything alive- so it couldn’t be Boyd. 

No. 

Gyro stared as the mayor lifted the tiny, ragged thing, it hung limply in his hand. 

No.

Seconds later Gyro had slipped out of the tree, storming past the burning house and into the clearing. “Don’t you dare hurt him- give him to me!” 

The mayor glanced up, looking shocked, before his expression turned to a smile. He held Boyd’s body close- how dare he touch him- and Gyro caught sight of the blood running down Boyd’s head. 

“They’re over here!” the mayor shouted. 

Gyro hardly heard him as he strode toward him. “Give him to me before I curse you and this entire village-” 

“You won’t get the chance.” The mayor lifted his head, smirking. Gyro was mere feet from him now. “You’re dead, witch.” 

Sure enough, there came the sound of shouts and cries through the woods, from the edges of town. Lit torches appeared through the tree trunks, Gyro heard rushing feet. Alerted by the mayor’s cry, they would all be upon him in seconds. He froze. 

But he couldn’t let that stop him. Gyro took the last few steps toward the mayor, reaching for Boyd. “Give him to me-” 

His fingers barely brushed the feathers of Boyd’s temple before the mayor pulled him out of his reach. “Not a chance. In just a few moments, you and your witch accomplice will be joining him.” 

“Give him-” Gyro broke off as something caught hold of his hand, something held him back. Instinctively he yanked himself away, not tearing his gaze from Boyd’s body. “Let go of me!” 

“Gyro, wait.” It was Fenton, hanging onto his sleeve, pulling him away from the mayor, away from Boyd. “We have to get out of here, the whole mob will be here in a second-” 

“Boyd!” Gyro tore his hand from Fenton’s grasp, throwing himself toward the little parrot’s body. Immediately there were strong arms around his waist, holding him back. Now in the middle of the street, Gyro was ready to fight Fenton to get to Boyd.

“He’s gone, Gyro. I’m so sorry.” Fenton’s arm loosened and Gyro broke free, only for his wrist to be snagged again. The shouting was getting closer, the torches drawing near. 

“No, no, I have to get to him-” 

“Gyro!” Fenton shouted. The witch started, looking back at him. 

Fenton had tears in his eyes, his chest was heaving, his grip on Gyro’s wrist tightened. “We have to get out of here- please Gyro. I can’t lose you too. We’ll come back for him I promise- but we have to leave.” 

The mob had nearly reached the street.

Gyro swallowed, and glanced back at Boyd. 

The mayor smiled, canine teeth shining in the firelight. 

Everything stayed frozen like that for a split second, as Gyro felt like he was free falling. The ground disappearing, wind whooshing past him. His stomach churning. 

With a sob he half collapsed against Fenton, allowing the witch to pull him toward the treeline. Together they half stumbled, half ran, trying to get away from the mob behind them. 

That night was a blur. Gyro was barely in reality, just conscious enough to stay upright as Fenton pulled him forward. They were always pursued by the fiery shouting monster, no matter where they went or hid the mob was close on their heels. 

Gyro cut his feet, crashed into trees, tripped several times, but Fenton was always there, helping him up, pulling him along. No matter how many exits the mob blocked off Fenton seemed to find one last one, and get them out through it in the nick of time. 

The witch’s lungs burned and his body ached, but he kept going. Nowhere was safe, they couldn’t stay in any hiding spot for long. He stumped through the forest, sobbing. They had to keep moving, had to stay alive. 

Despite all of this, Gyro barely felt anything. 

All of it was lost in a swirling haze of numbness. 

At last they stopped, Gyro immediately crumpling to the roots of a tree. Clinging to the bark the moment he hit the ground, curling further in on himself as he sobbed. Fenton collapsed next to him, catching his breath, rubbing Gyro’s back. 

“He’s gone, Fenton.” Gyro gasped, curling into a tighter ball, hardly caring where the rocks and roots dug into his back. “He’s gone.” 

Fenton shifted, pulling Gyro further against him. Holding him tightly. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered. 

They stayed by that tree that night, sleeping in the roots against the trunk. Gyro curled up on top of Fenton, crying himself to sleep, while Fenton wordlessly held him and did his best to comfort him. 

Nothing would help right now, but Gyro appreciated it. 

The next morning, the witch woke slowly. Even in his sleep he’d still been clinging tightly to Fenton’s shirt, he slowly loosened his fist as he opened his eyes. His fingers were sore.

He wished it’d been a dream, he didn’t want to look up, to realize where they were. In the middle of the freezing woods. 

Without Boyd. 

Looking around and realizing all of this would mean it was true. 

He could hear Fenton’s heartbeat beneath his head, feel the rise and fall of his chest. The duck’s arms were still wrapped around him, holding him close. 

In a flash, Gyro sat up. 

“How could you?!” 

Fenton started awake just in time to feel Gyro’s hands landing on his shoulders, angrily pinning him against the tree. “Huh? Gyro wh-” 

“You made me leave him behind!” Gyro shouted in his face. Fenton blinked up at him. “I wanted to stay- I wanted to get him back- but you wanted to leave! You made me leave him!” 

“Gyro-” 

“I left him with- with- no, you left him- this is your fault he’s not with us!” 

“Gyro-” 

“I shouldn’t have let you make me leave him- I should’ve gone back- I should go back-” 

“Gyro!” 

The duck’s shout snapped him out of it. He froze for a moment, staring at Fenton, hands still tightly gripping to his shoulders. Fenton’s eyes were wide, he looked startled and scared and worried. Hesitantly, as if he were dealing with a spooked wild animal, his hand slowly slid up Gyro’s back.“Gyro, I-”

That was all it took. The witch collapsed on top of him, head ducked as he sobbed into Fenton’s chest, his hands clutching at the shoulders of the duck’s shirt. Holding on to him as tightly as he could, never wanting to let go of what he had left. “I’m sorry-” 

“Hey, sshhhh, it’s okay.” Fenton shushed him, rubbing his back. His voice cracked, and without looking up, Gyro lifted his hand to gently cup the side of Fenton’s face, to catch his tears with his thumb. “I’m- I’m sorry we had to leave him too.” 

Gyro just swallowed, and held onto him tighter. He could feel Fenton’s shuddering breaths beneath him, the duck was doing everything he could to keep himself together. Gyro had completely given up on that by now, he let himself totally break down in Fenton’s arms. 

Somewhere between five minutes and two hours later Fenton shifted, sitting up further against the trunk of the tree. Gyro was forced to sit up with him, but he refused to unbury his face from the duck’s chest. “Hey.” Fenton held the side of his face, trying to get his attention. 

Gyro couldn’t bring himself to move. 

Fenton understood. “As soon as you’re okay enough to be on your own for a little I’ll go get him, okay?” 

The witch lifted his head. “No- no I don’t want to risk you too-” 

“Gyro,” Fenton cut through his worries. “I’ll be safe, I promise. Things will have calmed down by now, now that it’s morning. I’ll sneak in and out and bring him back here so you can see him again, and so they won’t have him. We can bury him out here.” 

Gyro sat back, looking around. 

They were in the old cemetery. 

They’d slept beneath the huge tree in the center of the headstones, perhaps the one safe place for them to go now. As afraid of the witches as the villagers were they were even more afraid of a haunted cemetery and wouldn’t step foot between the graves. It was a perfect safe haven. 

“You brought us here on purpose?” Gyro asked. 

Fenton nodded. “I figured they wouldn’t touch us if we stayed here- especially at night. We’d mostly lost them before I’d thought of it, so that theory hasn’t been entirely tested yet.” 

The witch let out a breath. Burying Boyd here, in a haunted cemetery in the middle of the woods, where no one but them would come to visit him but them. Where he could be secreted away from the people who had killed him. 

Gyro must’ve started shaking because a few seconds later Fenton was pulling him into a hug, squeezing him as tightly as he could. 

“They killed him,” Gyro gasped through tears. “They hated us so much they killed him.” 

Fenton didn’t have an answer to that, so he just held Gyro until the shaking stopped. 

It was hours before Fenton left, no matter how much Gyro assured him he was fine the duck didn’t want to leave him there alone. At last he stood, leaning down to kiss Gyro’s forehead. “I’ll be back in an hour, alright?” 

That felt like the longest hour of Gyro’s life. It was late March and freezing cold, and the witch stayed curled against the trunk of the tree, staring off into space. He’d cried himself out by then, so he simply watched the dead leaves blow past in the cold breeze, occasionally wiping his eyes. 

Having no concept of time in this state Gyro had no idea how long it really was- whether it was one hour or four he would never know. He would sit and wait until Fenton got back and if he didn’t, if he’d been caught, Gyro would simply sit there until he wasted away beneath the tree. 

Though, watching Fenton approach through the trees was the worst part. 

Gyro was already breaking down by the time Fenton emerged into the clearing, Boyd’s small body held against his chest. Tears streaming down his face the witch reached for him, and Fenton gently passed Boyd into his arms. 

“Careful with his head,” Fenton murmured. “They cleaned him up a little, but it looks like that’s where…” he trailed off, not needing to say it. 

They sat together beneath the tree, holding Boyd’s limp body and sobbing. He was cold, too cold, and Gyro held him close to try and warm him up. Maybe if he was warm again, then he could wake up. 

He never did. 

Gyro rocked him the way he used to before putting him to bed, resting his forehead against the little parrot’s. “Boyd,” he whispered. 

From next to him, Fenton made a sound like a cross between a choke and a sob. 

“God Boyd-” the witch hugged him tighter, his arms a protective shield. “I’m so sorry- I should’ve stayed with you- I shouldn’t have let them take you-” 

Of course he could protect him now, after he was already dead. Gyro had been no use in saving his life, in keeping him alive. “I should’ve tried harder to fight them, I promise I was doing my best for you but it-” he choked, “it wasn’t enough.” 

Fenton’s arms around him tightened. 

Together the three of them sank to the ground, Gyro and Fenton no longer strong enough to hold themselves up as they created a little protective circle around Boyd. Shielding him off from the rest of the world. 

But nothing they could do now would make up for losing him. 

They buried Boyd the next day, Fenton sneaking back to the village for food and a shovel. He came back with what looked like a little white fluff ball on his shoulder. “Hey, look who survived the fire!” the duck exclaimed as he approached Gyro with the food. 

The witch glanced up, eyes swollen with tears, but no fresh ones in the moment. “What?”

Fenton sat next to him, passing him some bread and dried fruit. He then lifted the little puff from his shoulder. “It’s Bulb! I didn’t think he’d made it- but I found him in the woods right next to the house.” The duck hesitated. “What’s left of it.” 

Bulb- Boyd’s kitten. The one that Gyro hadn’t wanted, but Boyd had begged for and cared for by himself to prove they could keep it. 

Now it suddenly felt like it was all they had left of him. 

Gyro sighed, reaching out to pet the little cream-colored kitten’s head. “Hey, Bulb.”

Fenton began digging a few minutes later, in an empty spot at the edge of the cemetery near the treeline. The ground was soft and the grass was dead, and the plot didn’t need to be very big. Fenton had it finished all too soon for Gyro’s liking. 

He didn’t want to say goodbye yet. 

Gyro saved four of Boyd’s soft grey feathers, and clung to them as Fenton lowered the little body into the ground. They’d wrapped him in a blanket that Fenton had taken from the village and laid some dried flowers down on top of him. 

Fenton let Gyro put the first handful of dirt back into the grave, Gyro unfurling shaky fingers and letting the first fall loose. Letting go of the dirt felt like letting go of Boyd- releasing his hand for the last time. 

A few moments later, Gyro threw up what little of the food he’d had at the edge of the trees while Fenton rubbed his back. 

It really wasn’t much of a funeral, Gyro sitting at the edge of the grave with Bulb in his lap, numbly watching Fenton fill the dirt back in. He had too many thoughts whirling around his head to voice a final goodbye, he couldn't catch any of them and pin them down long enough to form a coherent thought. 

The exercise was good for Fenton Gyro could tell- the duck had tears in his eyes as he worked but he put as much effort into it as his body allowed him. Sleeves rolled up, grunting, his face red with effort, he worked his way into a rhythm. Letting his emotions out that way. 

Gyro couldn’t. He just stared at the hole as it slowly got more and more shallow, his body aching. Eventually Fenton dropped down next to him, sweating and out of breath. 

Together they sat and stared at the grave until the sun went down. 

—

It was a long time later that they both sat up, and Fenton wordlessly passed out the food. They ate mostly in silence, Gyro occasionally giving little pieces of peaches to Bulb. 

Surprisingly the sun came out- the breeze picked up into a chilling wind, but it blew the clouds out of the way and allowed the warm sun to shine down. Fenton looked up as the sunlight hit them, smiling faintly. They could use a little sun right now. 

Glancing back down, he realized Gyro’s hands were shaking. 

The duck gently reached out and placed his hands on top of Gyro’s, steadying them. The witch swallowed, flipping his hand the other way to tightly interlace his fingers with Fenton’s. Fenton gave him a smile, which Gyro half heartedly returned. 

He was trying. That was something. 

“So much has changed since… since he was here.” Gyro voiced at last, clearing his throat. “It feels like we’re moving on without him, but… but then I come back here and suddenly everything’s exactly the way it was when we buried him.” 

“The sun’s out,” Fenton pointed out. “And you didn’t throw up this time.” Gyro snorted. “So maybe things are better than then?” 

The witch leaned back, propping himself up on one hand. “I suppose.” Letting out a heavy breath, he tilted his head back. “I didn’t even get to hold him one last time-” his breath hitched. “I wish I could’ve known I was tucking him in for the last time, there was so much I could’ve- I should’ve- said and done, I-” he took a deep breath. “I miss him.” 

Fenton folded his legs tighter, looking back at the grave. “Me too.” 

Even in a new place, Boyd’s empty space could be felt. Fenton missed him in the mornings, when he would make squealing noises to try and match the sound of the whistling kettle. The way he used to lay in the sun next to Bulb, soaking up the light just like the cat. In the afternoons he would pick flowers in the spring and present them to Gyro and Fenton, there were so many less vases of small wildflowers now. He used to sing the enchantment songs Gyro taught him at the top of his lungs just for fun, accidentally causing nearby flies to move in a particular pattern or the air to swirl around him. How when they tucked him in at night by telling him stories, he’d listen to theirs before telling an eternally long one of his he came up with on the spot- just so he wouldn’t have to go to sleep. 

Fenton didn’t even realize he was crying again until Gyro had moved right next to him, kissing his forehead and wiping away his tears with his thumb. 

The duck leaned into him, a fresh sob rising in his throat. 

“I’m just so sad about it,” Fenton breathed, his face buried in Gyro’s shoulder. “All the time still. I- I don’t want to be sad anymore but- but I still want- I still need- to miss him.” 

“I know,” Gyro murmured. “I’m sick and tired of being miserable but I don’t want to be happy without him.” 

“Yeah,” the duck swallowed, wrapping an arm around his partner. “Yeah.”

The breeze blew past, ruffling their feathers and stirring the leaves. Doing it’s best to try and carry away some of their grief. 

It wasn’t until the sun was setting that they made their way back to the house, Bulb walking at their heels. Fenton set up a fire near the back porch while Gyro put their things away. The day surprisingly had brought some life back into him- Fenton knew he could leave him alone for a minute. 

They sat out on the back porch and watched the sun go down, both of them looking up at the stars and shedding a few last tears. At last they made dinner in the fire, sitting close to each other to stay warm on the cold early-spring night. 

Gyro rested his head on Fenton’s shoulder. “Talk to me,” he asked. 

Fenton thought for a moment, unsure what to talk about. If Gyro wanted to hear more about Boyd, or if he wanted Fenton to distract him from his grief. 

So he recounted one of the fairytales from one of the storybooks inside. It was one they both knew, though neither had reread in a long time. They didn’t mind, it was something to fill the silence. 

The witch let himself get really into it, doing impressions of the voices, acting out the scenes. At one point he stood to reenact a fight scene, and pulled Gyro up with him, letting him act as the damsel that Fenton was nobly trying to save. 

Gyro spun around their imaginary battlefield with him, laughing and cheering as he collapsed against Fenton, listening to him recount the story. 

Laughter like this from Gyro was all too rare these days, and Fenton pulled him close by the waist, pretending to fight off a great beast. Gyro collapsed into him, drunk off of laughter as he wrapped his arms around the duck’s shoulders and cackled into his ears. Fenton squeezed him tight, not wanting to let the moment go. 

With one last dramatic whirl Fenton slayed their imaginary beast, and together they landed back in their seats by the fire, clutching to one another as they laughed. Gyro’s head on Fenton’s chest as he clung to his shoulders, shaking with laughter. 

Fenton held on to him as their laughter died down, turning to a quiet contentment. 

Gyro lifted his head, nuzzling the end of his beak against Fenton’s. “Thank you.” 

The duck grinned at him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

[zelda-cooper]

They wanted... Horror, ugly animals, spiders, witches, HALLOWEEN HORROR!!!>:D

What do you get? Love, pretty witch, Drake in love and Headcanon. :³

Well... Since the PU (Purple Union AU) is slightly based on the 2017 Ducktales and Magica de Spell is a witch just like Morgana... I had an idea for a debate with Annie/ @anniesilverl2 . So, I kind of created a Headcanon that Morgana's real appearance is just like Magica's, green feathers and snake eyes, but she hides it with her illusion necklace. And, at some point, Drake would find out about this and he would, basically, fall even more in love with Morgana... Because he has a type of woman: Non-standard woman- Jokes aside, I really liked the drawing! I'm testing the new markers I got as a gift and I'm loving using them! But that's it... If you have any questions, comment down below! BYEEE!!!

References:

[3lectricinsomnia]

MASTERPOST

‼️ Commissions open ‼️ | Ko-Fi!

‼️ MERCH available ‼️

Sibling: @teaableu

Insta: electric_insomnia2113

OC-STUFF

Pistol Americano

partner: @teaableu

summary: two government hired assassins/spies, Jack Carson and Chase Williams who are forced to work together after the director of the agency-- Chase’s father-- assigns Chase to Jack as his new partner and apprentice. 

full run-down here

blog: @pistolamericano

tags: pistol americano, pa jack carson, pa chase williams

(hoping to put more here eventually)

FAN-STUFF

DUCKTALES

Devil's Eye AU

summary: Louie does whatever he can to get his fortune started, but comes across an old jewel that changes him for the worse.

full run-down here

tags: corrupted louie au, the devil's eye au, the devil's eye

ROTTMNT

Even More of a Disaster AU (EMD)

partner: @teaableu

summary: One and Two are assigned a mission to capture their newfound brothers and bring them to their commander/father, Baron Draxum. What was supposed to be a simple assignment takes a lot longer than Two expects thanks to Number One’s deceptive behavior.

full run-down here and introduction post here

fic here

comic here

blog: @evenmoreofadisaster

tags: emd au, even more of a disaster au, even more of a disaster twins

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Darkside AU

partners: @teaableu, @2aceofspades

trigger warning: family death

summary: In the midst of dealing with Splinter’s death, the boys uncover the Hamato Clan’s dark history and give into their dark impulses in an attempt to make sense of the tragic events that have recently taken place.

masterpost here

blog: @risedarksideau

tags: darkside au, darkside art

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Haunting Me AU

trigger warning: sibling death

summary: Leo doesn’t make it at the end of the movie and Donnie is the only one who can see his ghost.

full run-down here

tags: haunting me au

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Glass Spiders AU

summary: Leo gets cursed by an ancient witch who drains his mystic energy to restore her immortality. This puts a strain on Leo’s mental health which draws out his negative emotions and makes him see things.

full run-down here

tags: glass spiders au

SOUL EATER

Terrible Things (Grim Future AU)

partner/original creator: @teaableu

summary: 8 years ago, life for Death the Kid and Soul Evans took on a new normal. But the peace and quiet can only last for so long. This, they know. This, they expect. But the darkness looming on the horizon grows ever nearer, and the remaining inhabitants of Death City remain none the wiser. That is, until two lone travelers finally make it home.

full run-down here

fic here

blog: @grimfutureau

tags: se grim future au, se terrible things au

[twidash-ftw-blysse]

Master Post

Current Art (mostly LU unless otherwise stated):

Modern Time and Hyrule

LU as Disney Princesses

Malon dresses up a scarecrow

Fem Wild debates her purpose

Minish Four and Fairy Hyrule meet

Sky paying off his debts

Time misses Malon

Malon lets fem Wild wear her old dresses

"Greetings, Strange Traveler"

Mask meets a Korok

The Blood Moon

Time, but Ben Drowned

"You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?"

Strawberry Blond Legend

Vaati in a Bottle (and more)

Legend is a cat girl and Ravio says he a bunny

Art Trade with BlueDesk

More Link OCs

Jinx'd Four

The Colours as Mario Characters

Sally Face fanart

Legend with a Pearl Necklace

Four is Tiny (Panel Redraw)

Realism Hyrule

Time Doin a Funky lil dance

Art Trade with FourEyedNerd

The Heroes Curse:

My own Linkverse/Links Meet AU that is a WIP

Ambrosia and Fay

Ravio and Myth

Detroit Become Human Linked Universe AU:

All the Links are androids in the world of Detroit Become Human

Main Designs!

Hylia and First Designs

Ravio Design!

Legend watches the Prisoner

Wind takes Hyrule and Legend to Koholint

Legend shows off his Brass knuckles (CW weaponry)

Twilight does the Zoomies

Legend and Marin are Besties

Legend and Marin are Besties 2

By besties i mean lovers

Hyrule uses spoons to cher Legend up.

Animatics:

Legend Animatic | No Children

Ruby Rider | Linked Universe Cowboy Animatic

Peace and Love | Linked Universe Animatic

Fanfics:

Time is Losing His Shit and Malon is Confused

Old Art (Don't look at it):

Melody Duck (DuckTales OC)

Emo Melody and Webby (Ducktales)

Lena and Louie (Ducktales Edit)

Haldana and Everett (OCs)

Boyd (DuckTales)

Daisy and her Nieces (DuckTales Edit)

Inktober 1 (2019)

Inktober 2 (2019)

Inktober 3 (2019)

Dewey Redraw (DuckTales)

Melody as a human witch (Ducktales OC)

April, May, June (DuckTales Edit)

Donald Duck was cool... Once

First Time Drawing LU Boys (Linked Universe)

First and only drawing of the chain as a whole (Linked Universe)

Misc art (MLP, BNHA)

Deku's Birthday 2021! (BNHA)

I Found Peace In Your Violence (BNHA AU)

BNHA in the style of Star VS

Bakuiida (BNHA)

Jesus in LA Thumbnail (BNHA AU)

Deku has Osteoporosis (BNHA)

I aM hErE (BNHA, Villain Deku AU)

LUtober:

Game

Island

Ring (CW Weapon)

Zoom

Bond

Ablaze

Switch

Mask

Trinket

Sword

Glowing

Bottled

Contain

Tunnel

Hope+Spirit

Blind

[variouscolors]

Crossover list (last update: Sep/21/2024)

※ This list is just a guide to what I have some knowledge about or is part of my other interests. If you are able to explain me something I do not have much knowledge about, maybe we can write those muses together!! I like to be able to insert my digi-muses (canon and OC) into those worlds sometimes, making it a specific AU thing.

※ If I can't imagine them living in that universe, or can't figure out how to make their canon/OC meet your muse, I'll have to refuse to write with that universe/muse of yours (but we can still try other muses of yours, so don't worry!)

※ This list may be updated with a few new series/franchises I'd like to do a crossover/AU with, or has knowledge about them.

Digimon series/franchise in general (I will RP with any kind of canon or OC btw)

Pokemon (Special manga; Journeys; Horizons; Sword/Shield mostly) ※ I'm game with a few pokemon anime + game as long you are up to explain me about them & their source material, and OCs?

Super Sentai (Dekaranger; Magiranger; Go-Onger; Shinkenger; Gokaiger; Toqger; Kyuranger; Lupinranger vs Patranger; Ryusoulger; Kiramager; DonBros; KingOhger)

Kamen Rider (Ryuki; Kiva; W/Double; Fourze; Gaim; Drive; Ex-Aid; Build; Zi-O; Geats; SKR)

Powerpuff Girls Z

Grand Chase

Elsword

Sonic (games; IDW; Sonic Boom TV Series, Sonic X; Sonic Prime)

Rayman (Captain Lasehawk v. is a big NO + block)

Pretty Cure (Futari wa; Fresh; Smile; HUGtto; Star ✰ Twinkle; Higaru Sky!)

Kill la Kill

Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann

Nagi no Asukara

Gravity Falls

ClassicaLoid

FMA:B

My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia

Little Witch Academia

Persona 5

Ducktales (2017)

The Owl House

Promare

Your Name.

BNA

Magic Kaito 1412 (anime)

Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne (anime)

Saint Tail

Spy x Family

Wedding Peach (anime)

[some franchises/series that i prefer to not put here, so if you get my follow this means i’m OK with you]

FANDOMLESS OCs: PLEASE, have a PAGE about your world/muse so I can read them and see if my muses could work in your world. If no information is present in your blog, it will make hard to interact with your muse, sorry!

⚠ List for the Biggest NOPE + block if you insist using muses from these things:

Vivziepop content

Captain Lasehawk, as mentioned before (i hate how it portrayed Rayman in it) & Rabbids (not very fan of them)

AoT muses or AUs

JKR content (it saddens me to add this here, HP was part of my childhood and now i want to not be associated with it anymore)

BBC shows (liked one of those shows in the past, but i'm not very comfortable with them alas)

Roleplaying with real-life actors/idols/people in gen as if they were fictional characters (live action characters such as Kamen Rider/Sentai/etc are OK, but i'm uncomfortable with real-live faceclaims)

LARP or self-inserts (those make me nervous and uncomfortable)

Any Angel/Demon AU versions of any human digimon character due to past experiences

[kosssich]

hi! so i'm quite curious about your ducktales au could you tell us more about it? (don't have to answer if you don't want to)

Hi!! IM SO SORRY, i didn’t see your question as I don’t get a notifications for some reasons?? But I saw it a couple of days ago, so… And I ALWAYS want to answer if you have questions I just don’t see this questions 😭 I really need to check them more often

I don’t know if you are still interested (it’s been two months, so, yeah), but I will explain anyway, maybe others are curious, and for myself as well

The whole au inspired by Victor Hugo’s novel called “Toilers of the sea”. I absolutely adore this book, one of my favorite books ever. If you have never read this book, I recommend it to you.

The book describes the power of the sea, and shows how miserable the man is compared to the force of nature.

So, the plot of this au is pretty close to the plot of the original Duck Tales - Magica wants revenge on Scrooge, she wants to kill his whole family and sink his steamship, so she sends Lena as a spy. Lena and Webby becoming more close to each other, and Lena turns away from her aunt.

Short explanation of characters:

Scrooge is obviously Lethierry, the owner of the first steamship in the Guernsey island. This steamship called Sunchaser (as a reference to Durande). He’s rich, cares only about ship and money.

Webby- Deruchette, in this au she Scrooge’s niece who lives with him and her grandma, she doesn’t have friends until triplets and Lena, so not much difference from the original cartoon.

Donald and the triplets is the same as in DT, they just came to Scrooge, but excluding them would be a shame.

Magica - Sieur Clubin, but she doesn’t follows his fate in the book, she’s the same as in DT, she’s a magician, who can control the sea

Lena - she’s a portray of Gilliat, everyone think she’s witch, she lives alone, and as Magica, she is a magical creature (she’s a mix of Gilliat’s and Clubin’s characters, as she is a spy in Duck’s family, but mostly will act like Gilliat). And yeah, there’s gonna be some Weblena (and it’s not a one sided love like in the book).

I took “Toilers of the sea” as an inspiration, but at the same time I want to connect the plot of this au with original DT’s plot. It’s really hard for me to summarize as I don’t know what I want to do with this au yet, but I tried my best.

And I’m sorry for my mistakes, English is not my first language, so it can be a messy explanation

Plus, some sketches, because I feel like it’s not a full answer without it (and for some attention haha)

[boingodigitalart]

🧪🧙‍♀️🎃 They're brewing together 🧪🧙‍♀️🎃

[daamazingmeepers]

Finally got around to finishing the doodle page for the Escape to Witch Mountain AU that’s been floating around in my head since November! I plan on drawing more scenes with other characters soon bc I have basically the whole cast picked out, so keep an eye out for that!

For those who have never seen the movie, it’s about a pair of siblings who have psychic abilities and are missing memories of their past. They’re discovered in an orphanage by a man who brings them to his boss, a powerful billionaire who’s looking for supernatural methods of gaining even more wealth and status. They manage to escape, and with the help of a map that they discover hidden in the only item either of them have left from their childhood, as well as a grumpy old man in an RV, they have to uncover the secrets of their childhood before they can be captured again.

It was one of my favorite Disney movies as a child, and I absolutely recommend giving it a watch if you’ve never seen it!

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Who Is The Number 1# Worse B*tch Mom In Cartoon/Live Action/Video Game Universes And Who Hurt The Ones Who Loved Her...

I wanted to write a video game theory after the other post I made but I'm kind of sleepy right now...so after this, I'm gonna go to sleep...

I'm going to just put this in "Mature" in the Community Labels instead of "Everyone", even if the poll isn't really 100% Mature and doesn't have anything truly dirty...but because of the whole B*tch being censored in the title in the poll, I'm just gonna play it safe...

also I'm not sure I can wait a week for this, so I'm gonna make the Poll Duration 1 Day and see how it goes.

and yeah as weird as I am, I'm adding the Devil from the Cuphead series, well more like a AU version from any Fanon Timeline...

Eve and Lilith from the Lucifer Tv series were the only two live action Moms that I can think of to put into this...

Lilith wasn't the best Mom to Maze, and Eve had possibly played favorites when it came to Abel.

wouldn't be surprised if the same thing happen with the Gran-Gran Eve & Gran-Gran Lilith in real life...

Cain wouldn't of went past the very dangerous breaking point, if both Eve and Adam did a better job parenting him and giving him more emotional support and healing...

both Cain and Abel were victims and they both were in the wrong.

also I think what happen to Bradford from Ducktales 2017 series, was messed up...I mean how is it okay that no one tried to understand how much he was hurting because of that witch of a grandmother of his who was the cause of his trauma, it doesn't help that Scrooge couldn't try to understand why he became that way, because of that stupid selfish insensitive woman that he looked up to...

Moon Butterfly doing that messed up stuff by misusing the magic, did play a part of Star starting to blame the magic for her problems...

but the magic was NEVER the problem, it was those who misused it that were the problem because they misuse it and cause harm to those around them with that magic, even those who didn't deserve to be harmed by that misused magic...the last episodes was still good, but I just don't agree with the scapegoating of the magic when it was Moon and some of the Butterfly Family that had misused it in the first place...

I'm going to go to sleep now, I will check this poll later either around later today or tomorrow to see who won...

[sunmooncups]

hello everyone (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

Today we will take a little look at what will be in my AU and when I will finally release my first chapter of the comic related to it. I hope you read and understand everything completely.

What is this AU about?

For those who have been sleeping in their bunker for a long time and have not been online for a long time, I explain. The Owl House is finished, Duck Tales too, but I somehow want something related to them. Yes, the rest are not very good. That's why I created crap of the year which I hope you like.

What is the name of this fancomic and what will it be about?

"Witcher's Trap"

I'll try to go into more detail about the curse and wild magic there. And there will be an LGBT couple.

When will the chapter come out?

We will see. Bye

[yaboirezzy]

Person: So how's familyhood going out for you?

Me: ..... *glances behind me*

*sees the red, blue, and green team having a pillow fight. Sprig, Ivy, and Maddie fighting an undead heron they summoned. Hop Pop and Grime fighting over the TV channels with Sylvia trying to break it up. The Disney Sisters burning the kitchen trying to make a pizza with their friends and families watching in dismay*

Me: It's been great so far

I've lost control of my au family

[awhphooey]

Huey take over

This is an attack on @louyd and @greatgamedota