#duckverse ff

[kaiju-emperor]

Writing Commission Info

I have not been able to find regular work and probably won’t for a bit yet. So, I need a way to get some cash, especially cause things around my household have been a bit rough as of late.

Going prices

Minimum payment of 20$ dollars which will get you 1500 words. Any less than that and its not worth my time.

After the initial 20$ its another 1$ for every 100 words. I will charge an extra 5 dollars for anything past 5000 words in addition to my 1$ per 100 words.

Once we have determined a word count and price I will ask for at least half of the cost up front and the other half upon completion.

I will write fanfic or anything with your OCs. I will also write NSFW/smut material as long as it doesn't involve incest, underage characters, rape, and the like. Here’s a short list of fandoms I have written for, or will write for without much problem.

Digimon

Sonic The Hedgehog

Fate

Owl House

Amphibia

Duckverse stuff

One Piece

Dungeons And Dragons

Pokemon

Godzilla

She-Ra

Power Rangers

Dragon Ball

Legend Of Zelda

Street Fighter

If a fandom isn’t listed just ask, and if I’m familiar with it we might be able to work something out. If you want to discuss a commission, here are some writing examples to see if I’m right for you or if you like my style. If you are interested send me an ask or pm me here. You can also reach me at my twitter @Kaiju_emperor

Writing examples

My A03

My FA (nsfw)

And my oldest fic but longest which is on FF

Digimon Saga

[toddykun]

can you do 46 with fentonald please? I really like your writing!!!

#46. “Can I kiss you right now?”

Word Count: 472

“Can I kiss you right now?”

Fenton felt like his heart was going to jump out of his ribcage at any given moment and like his face was going to explode by how hot he felt it. First, getting saved by the Avenger and now, being asked that in the aftermath of a fight? With adrenaline and agitation still running through his veins? Fenton prayed for mercy, he couldn’t take more than that.

“I…” He didn’t even know where to put his hands, too nervous to make a simple decision like that, more so to respond to the question. The Avenger didn’t move a single bit, his hands secured in his waist and his face pretty close to his, he was waiting patiently for his answer and that only made Fenton blush harder than before. “S-sorry, I-I’m already seeing someone and I-.” He didn’t finish the sentence but the answer was there anyway. Thoughts of Donald making themselves a big presence in the back of his mind.

Fenton didn’t know what to think when, at first, the Avenger looked like he just realized something, just to look pretty happy and smug after. “Of course your pretty face is already taken.” He said, letting go slowly of him, Fenton used the wall behind him for support instead, trying not to melt in the spot. The Avenger winked –winked– at him. “Try not to get in more trouble, ok?” And with that, he jumped out of the window.

Fenton ran to the window, worried, but that went away when he saw the Avenger flying away on his mobile. He sighed in relief, but he was left wondering and with his mind running wild. He didn’t know why or how, but the Avenger presence in front of him felt almost familiar like it wasn’t the first time he had done such a thing to him. That was impossible, of course. He had never encountered the Avenger face to face before.

Nevertheless, those hands on his waist and that look on those eyes, why did he feel like he had felt and seen them before?

.

“You seem pleased.”

Donald frowned immediately, trying to uselessly hide the fact that he had been smiling for fifteen minutes straight. “Uno, I’m not.”

“Right.”

He sounded like he didn’t believe him but Uno didn’t press the issue for the moment and Donald was grateful for that. However, he couldn’t stop thinking about Fenton choosing Donald over the Avenger. Donald, the average duck, against The Avenger, Duckburg’s vigilante and Fenton’s Idol. Sue him, but he was feeling extremely giddy about it.

Uno scoffed into the transmission. “You’re smiling again.”

Too much for not pressing the issue.

“Please have mercy.”

“I can’t believe you forgot you were being the Avenger there and tried to kiss your boyfriend, of all things.”

“Uno!”

THAK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!! and I hope you like it! (cuz i sure did like it lol) You can send another prompt from this list or send me your own, I’ll write it when I have the time. Also, I’m not doing NSFW prompts…yet lmao.

On AO3

[kaderp]

BRUH OK

SO I STRUGGLED FOR SO LONG TO FIND THIS CURRENCY BUT AS I WAS CLEANING MY ROOM IT TURNS OUT I HAD IR THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME

So in case you guys were wondering this is what a 2.5 Gulden coin looks like!

New Dutch comic translation!

Fun fact: This comic was harder to translate because the currency that they're talking about isn't actually used in the Nederlands anymore! Placing this comic as being published before 2002

[esepoimipullula]

y’know, I actually think every Duckverse and/or Mouseverse fan should have a weird, obscure, “explaining this and why I’m so attached to it to other people requires me to regularly and actively refuse to cringe at myself” hill to die on

unfortunately, some story from 2008 decreed that mine would be the whole “best friends to almost-lovers to archenemies to it’s complicated to I mean like very complicated” dynamic between Indiana Pipps and Dr. Kranz, and it’s all been going steadily downhill from there

one of these two has never even gotten an actual first name in canon, ffs

[monkey-li]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: duckverse, Dimeshipping - Fandom, Disney Duck Universe, Disney Ducks (Comics), DuckTales (Cartoon 1987), DuckTales (Cartoon 2017) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Scrooge McDuck/Magica de Spell, Scrooge McDuck & Magica De Spell, Dimeshipping, Scroogica Characters: Magica de Spell, Scrooge McDuck, Emily Quackfaster, Ratface (cameo), quackmore, Elder witches, Tina and Pina Additional Tags: Dimeshipping - Freeform, Scroogica - Freeform Summary:

Witches from Magicas past are hunting her down, but their behaviour isn't normal and suddenly Scrooge finds himself to be the damsel in distress.

Based on characters of my favorite Duck Comic of all time "Il patto della luna" written by Vito Stabile

https://monkey-li.tumblr.com/post/190383905818/duck-comic-translation-the-pact-of-the-moon

I finaly did it ;0; the longest FF I’ve ever written. Meet Tina and Pina, witches from Magicas past.

Yes this is fluff pure as always ^^;

[toddykun]

Fenton, Launchpad, and Drake looked between those two great and unstoppable forces of nature, nervous out of their minds. They were supposed to be choosing, but how?

“I adopted all these.” Mrs. Cabrera stated, fairly proud and open, hands on her hips. A group of adults and creatures waiting behind her, some of them in the scientific side, hell, even in the heroic side of the world but all of them, hard workers, protectors of the city, maybe a little weird but they were good kids. Fenton didn’t count, he was her blood, after all. But he fit in all those anyways.

“Well, I adopted all these,” Donald replied, arms crossed with the attitude of someone looking for a psychical fight. There was no one to fight but that didn’t stop the aura of protective father he had in front of the group of children that were with him. Most of them orphans or looking for a good influence, all of them with potential for the great and looking for protection, maybe a little mischievous but they were good children anyways. The triplets counted, of course.

Mrs. Cabrera smiled thoughtfully, a glint in her eyes, like who had something in mind. Donald didn’t let himself be intimidated. “Good, good. I like that.”

She actually sounded proud, Donald couldn’t stop himself from smiling, he almost felt like winning. Didn’t see the trap. “Thank-.”

“I’m adopting you too, then.”

“Wait, what!?”

[toddykun]

duckvember 2018: 1. favorite duck - M’ma Cabrera & Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera.

what’s so sweet about you?

summary: Fenton bakes conchas and thinks about his well-meaning but overbearing mamá. Mamá Cabrera is tired but that wouldn’t stop her from actually passing time with her son. Even if stress was trying to break them apart.

word count: 1875

n/a: fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants writing.

Fenton looked at the conchas he just made, they were near perfect, he was 96,7% sure this time. He was really proud of himself for finally being able to make them right after two weeks of trying to replicate his abuela’s recipe.

He jumped giddily to the living room, ready to tell his mama and to show off his new accomplishment to her. Unsurprisingly, she was sat on the sofa looking at the tv. Surprisingly, there were notes, papers, folders, pens and other items that he was sure were from her job on the sofa. She looked tired but ready to kill a man at the same time. Fenton smiled to himself. That only meant that the conchas would be better received, he thought.

“Hey, mamá! Mamá, see this! The conch-!”

“Fenton, la novela!” She interrupted him like he was about to step on something dangerous. “Don’t you see Daniel is trying to tell Diego that he actually loves him for his personality, incluso cuando ese estupido es un monstruo.” The last part she murmured it with a bitter expression. Fenton sighed, looking at the two men on the tv. He recognized the scene.

Fenton raised a brow, confused. “Didn’t you saw that episode yesterday?”

“Yeah, and?”

It sounded like a challenge. Good advice: never challenge an obviously stressed mother, you will feel guilty later. “No, nothing. I thought you didn’t like bringing work to home nor did you like watching reruns.”

His mamá replied with the most tired voice he ever heard her with. “Fenton, hijo, por favor.”

It was a pleading, his mom never pleaded. Fenton nodded, even when his mother wasn’t looking at him and seemed actually busy in trying to write something on her paperwork at the same time that she tried to not waste one bit of her favorite novela. Yeah, there was the guilt mixed with amusement.

It was hard to get his mamá’s attention when she was watching one of her novelas, it had always been like that and he didn’t think it was gonna change any time soon. He knew it was her escape from her always stressing job, it was her way to relax, to forget that there was a world out there that was dangerous and unfair, even when they tried for it to not be. He was glad that he had inherited his ‘I want to save the world’ wish from her but it was easy to forget that his mom had more experience in the field on trying to save from actually trying to save it.

Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera was a hopeful optimistic, he thought he could do something to change the world even if he was just starting as Gizmoduck. Gloria Cabrera was down to earth and realistic about the issue, she knew how unrealistic it was to think that she could save anyone she came across with, but she tried to save as many as she could anyway. And for what he remembered about his papá, he was a good mix of both of them. As a doctor, Fenton thought, he probably needed to be.

But he wasn’t going to lie, in his memories, the happy ones that Thank God were most of them, his dad always spoiled his dreams when he was a duckling, always telling him to go as far as he could, but his mamá always took his hands and never let him go too much into the clouds. Actually, he liked what his mother did. It was an Icarus thing, he supposed.

I’m going to let you fly, but don’t go too far or you will get hurt and I won’t be able to save you.

He respected if his mamá wanted to go a little overboard with things around him or if she didn’t want any disruption. It was probably hard enough trying to save the world even if you knew you couldn’t do much from your position in life. He understood being on the tv was one of her escapes, especially if she had a stressful case going on or if she was drowning in paperwork, like in that precise moment.

So, he decided to wait for the commercial break, as to not stress his mamá more than she probably was, she only saw reruns if she was having a shitty day and wanted to distract herself from her job. And she never brought work to home and looked at reruns, so it was probably a horrible day.

While he was at it, Fenton decided to watch the telenovela too.

Terrible decision.

Apparently, Daniel did tell Diego that he loved him but Milagros, Daniel’s granny, heard him and had a near heart attack and she’s almost dead now and both guys feel guilty. Meanwhile, Sofia, the beautiful girl that Jorge is dating for what Diego and Jorge, that are triplets but Diego is both of the missing triplets, are fighting for is actually cheating on Jorge with a playboy multibillionaire called Rico McPato (that looked awfully familiar like a younger version of Mr. McDuck but he didn’t want to think too much about that) and ran over with her car over Raquel, the innocent girl that has a pure and unaltered crush on Jorge since they were ducklings, because she found out her cheating ass.

And all that? All that wasn’t even the weirdest moments of the telenovela. He knew he had seen worst of it over the years.

“How can you like this?”

“Do you want me to kick you out of this house?”

“No?”

“Entonces, cállate.”

Fenton did shut up, especially after they did a parallel of Raquel and Mercedes screaming out of pain in one ridiculously painful bot overacted scene that almost made bleed Fenton’s ears. He sighed, looked at the entrance of the kitchen, where his conchas were getting cold, and looked again at the television. 

The following scenes caught Fenton more than he would admit to. In one, while Milagros is in bed, Daniel is being comforted by Diego, who is hugging him a little too tight and whispering reassuring things into his ear, the camera did a lot of unnecessary emphasis on that. In the next, Raquel’s best friend, María (there was always a María on telenovelas, come on), went to see her and kissed her a little too close to his beak and caressed her hair in a definitely not heterosexual way.

“That doesn’t seem very heterosexual…” he commented the obvious without meaning too. It wasn’t like he could be blamed, for the few telenovelas he had seen with her, a telenovela with LGBT+ rep, even if it was this ridiculous, was incredibly rare, like a shiny pokemon or something.

His mamá snorted. “It’s because it’s not. Or I expect it’s not because María has been so ridiculously in love with Raquel since she appeared, she is always trying to make her see her obvious attraction on Sofia so she can admit she’s actually a lesbian.”

“Wait, on Sofia? Lesbian? But Raquel is in love with Jorge, right?”

“That’s the tricky thing, mijo. She isn’t. Do you think is normal that she is always saying that she loves him but it always trying to bond with the girls around him and not with him? Never once she tries to do something about her crush on him until Sofia comes and then what does she does? She is on Sofia all the time, she says that it's for Jorge a few times but she never does something with him.”

“Wait, I don’t understand. Isn’t that disastrously unnecessary for her? How can she not know?”

His mamá smiled, put absolutely everything she had on the sofa to the floor and patted the place beside her. She had this twinkle in her eye, a smug smile in place, Fenton knew there was no escape. “Sit down, you’re gonna get educated on this.”

.

In the end, Fenton didn’t know how or why he ended marathoning the last season until the most recent episode of Patos de la Pasión with his mamá. The power of moms, he thought sleepily, cuddled up at his mamá’s side and being lulled to sleep by her welcoming warm.

It had been an interesting and particular experience finally watching a novela with his mom. He had seen other telenovelas with his mamá but never sequentially and with the intent of analysis, especially since his mamá hated seeing telenovelas with him now that he was adult.

It was a thing she could bear when he was a kid and would run his mouth or move too much during the episodes, but now that he was an adult, it was nearly intolerable. She usually let him when he was feeling upset or his mamá was feeling particularly affectionate and wanted to cuddle no matter what.

Fenton yawned and started to slip away. So, sleepy he was that he didn’t notice his mom accommodating him on their couch, with a pillow, a blanket and a kiss on the cheek. The last thing he remembered was the conchas that he wanted his mamá to try.

Well, maybe later, he thought, finally giving up and falling sleep on the couch. A distant amused giggle was the last thing he heard.

But that lasted nothing, when not having passed five minutes, his mamá was yelling and falling on him on the couch. Effectively waking him up and startling him out of his mind.

“¿¡Qué!? ¿!Qué pasa¡?”

His mom shouted to him happily, “FENTON, ESTAN PERFECTAS.”

Fenton blinked, trying to come back from his hazy state and looked at his mother, who was obviously eating something. Fenton, that was yet to be fully awake, was understandably confused. “What?” His mamá snorted and she actually looked near crying, that worried him. “Mamá, ¿estas bien?”

“Yes, pollito, yes.” And she laughed, making Fenton even more confused. “I mean the conchas, they’re perfect. Te luciste, mijo.”

It was then when Fenton understood what was happening. His mamá had tried the conchas. And she thought they were perfect? “You…you liked them?”

“Well, yes, of course. They taste the same as your abuela’s.” She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She raised one of the sweets and looked at it appreciatively, smiling like a child on Christmas. “Dios, these take me back. I think I’m gonna cry. Your abuela would be so proud of you. She was always complaining that I never got them right.” Then, she broke up near laughing, looking at the sky. “¡Ja! Take that ‘amá! My baby can make them perfectly!”

“You meant that? You never say things are perfect.” Especially with me, he didn’t say.

His mamá seemed to consider that but smiled at him in the end, dragging her fingers between his feathers and kissing his forehead gently. “Bebé, these are. They were exactly what I needed. Thanks, Fenton.”

“They were?” Fenton sounded so insecure. His mamá hugged him next.

“Yes, they and you. Nothing better to make me relax that my pollito.”

Fenton felt near crying, but he did not. He just hugged his mamá in return and felt content with that.

They passed the day on the couch, cuddling, discussing Patos de la Pasión and eating conchas.

[toddykun]

Characters: José Carioca, Donald Duck, Scrooge McDuck, Webby Vanderquack, Huey Duck, Dewey Duck, Louie Duck, Magica de Spell Summary: José have never lost his cool, have never felt so mad, but there was always a first time for everything. And this was Donald too, how could he stay quiet? Through gritted teeth he declared, pettiness and love fighting in his heart, his spirit determined and his golden tongue running out and putting down his fears: “Back up. I’ve never done this before, but I can’t sit by and not try.”

Based on this post by the amazing bamboozledeagle in Tumblr.

This fic on Tumblr

[toddykun]

duckvember 2018: 3. game duck & 5. competitive duck - Duck Siblings (HDLW), Daisy’s Triplets (AMJ), Gladstone Gander & Donald Duck.

game over! or try again?

summary: Louie found a new indie video game made by an unknown developer inspired by their favorite superheroes! Hurray! Only problem? The last level seems impossible to complete. Could anyone in the mansion do it? Also, obviously the Duck Avenger is the best character to play with, right? No, Gizmoduck! No, Darkwing Duck! ...Huh, better ask Uncle Donald.

word count: 1994

n/a: inspired by this wonderful piece by @neon-shesh. april, may and june’s designs inspired by @avespecora, fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants writing.

“Oh, come on! Not again!”

“Umm, Louie, what are you doing?”

Huey looked at Louie, sprawled on the floor dramatically, holding his phone like had betrayed him. Louie just looked at him with this indecipherable expression and then showed him his phone. A pretty high score was glowing in the screen and the words of two options: ‘try again!’ and ‘game over’. It showed too, the international high scores. The colors looked cool and the little animation too, Huey murmured appreciatively.

Huey sat beside him. “But you have a really high score, and into the internationals too, Louie! Why are you so frustrated? What is the game about?”

Louie sighed and got up like it was a trouble for him to do that but he smiled anyway, happy to ramble about his new discovery. “A person on the internet developed this new indie game with superheroes from real life! They have the Duck Avenger even when he’s retired. You can choose between Gizmoduck, Darkwing Duck and the Duck Avenger. I chose the Duck Avenger, of course, he’s the most badass.”

“I would like to argue that. Duck Avenger was the most badass, he retired, he’s no more. Gizmoduck, however, it’s a new superhero and he has so much-.”

Louie interrupted him immediately. “Yeah, yeah. I will fight you on that later because that doesn’t change the fact that the Duck Avenger is the most badass. Anyways, the game is pretty simple. But I can’t past the last level no matter how much I try. It’s stupid, I’m thinking it’s rigged.”

“Maybe the character is not the one adequate for the level?”

“That’s ridiculous, they’re all supposed to pass the levels.”

“Well, only one way to find out. Come on, let me try it with Gizmoduck.”

Louie passed the phone to him and Huey tried it. It was, like Louie said, an actually simple game. Like some Mario Bros game. But the animation was actually pretty cool and fluid and the levels were even more interesting. Until he got to the last level, and he lost. Multiple times.

“This doesn’t make sense! I have changed every little thing that went wrong went I played and none of them work?”

“I told you! It’s rigged!”

Dewey entered the living room and looked at his brothers being a little too mad at a simple phone. “Guys, what are you doing?”

“We are playing this game and none of us can pass it.”

“Oh, can I see? Mmm. I will choose Darkwing.”

“So, Launchpad made you like it, huh?”

“Shut up. Pass the game.”

.

“WHY THE HELL I CAN NOT PASS IT?”

“WE KNOW!”

“THIS IS RIDICULOUS!”

“Boys, whatcha doing?”

“WEBBY, TRY THIS!”

“Oh, ok. HEY, IS THAT THE DUCK AVENGER? I WILL CHOOSE HIM!”

Louie just smiled proudly. “Good choice, little sister. Good choice.” Huey and Dewey just rolled their eyes.

.

“WAIT, WHY I CAN NOT PASS IT?”

“UGH, COME ON, NOT EVEN WEBBY?!”

“THE GAME IT’S RIGGED, I TOLD YOU!”

“Maybe the developer made a mistake?” Huey took his book out of his hat and looked out for the page on developing independents video games.

Louie and Dewey rolled his eyes. “Not everything can be in that book, Huey.”

.

“Even Uncle Scrooge tried, and he lost too. Well, he didn’t like to play, kept saying that’s it was a ridiculously simple game and he shouldn’t lose his time. But when he kept losing he almost threw my phone like it personally offended him. No good.”

“Cousin Fethry tried too, but well, he didn’t really understand the game either. He thought it was cool though.”

“Well, atI least I’m glad they all have great taste. They all chose Duck Avenger.”

“Yeah but, boys, we have not found a way to win. Granny didn’t want to even try it though.”

“Launchpad tried too, he lost with Darkwing and he was actually good at playing it.”

“Maybe we could ask Uncle Gladstone? I mean, if someone it’s able to win, it’s him, right?”

All the kids looked at each other and then nodded. All of them went to look for Gladstone.

.

“Do you think anyone is going to ever catch up that you fucked up that last level on purpose so no one can find the secret passage, April?” May asked, making her basketball’s ball turn around in her finger while resting on her bed.

“I didn’t do it on purpose, I don’t know why no one is finding the secret passage in the last level!”

“Well, you should fix it, dear sister. Like me and this little buddy. Right, little buddy?” June cheerfully said from her place in her own bed. She was trying to fix a little robot she was making.

“I. Am. Trying. To. Fix. It! You’re not helping!” April declared, furiously typing on her computer.

May and June just rolled their eyes and shrugged, continuing to do their own thing.

“Girls, let’s go! April, to your programming classes! May, to your basketball practice! June, you volunteered to that activity in the park!”

“Yes, aunt Daisy!” May and June responded and went to look for her things. April made a frustrated noise and started to write even faster. “UGH, WAIT, JUST A LITTLE. I STILL NEED TO SEND THE UPDATE.”

“I’M NOT WAITING. APRIL!”

“UGH, OKAY.” April ended giving up, taking his things frustrated, putting her laptop in her bag. Well, she could just apologize to the gamer community later and post the update, she supposed.

.

“Sorry, little beans. Guess video games are not my thing, not even for my luck.” Gladstone did seem weirded out by the result too. He didn’t lose the game but for a really weird reason his character (the Duck Avenger, Louie was glad most of his family had such great taste) got stuck in a weird way, he didn’t lose like everybody else, he wasn’t killed even once but his character kept moving and moving without another obstacle on the way but the way didn’t end for minutes. Until they themselves stopped the game. It was like the game couldn’t let him lose but it couldn’t let him win either. It was actually ridiculous.

Webby sighed but smiled. “It doesn’t matter, Uncle Gladstone. Thanks anyways.”

Louie raised a brow and looked Huey and they both nodded. They were thinking the same thing. “In a way, Uncle Gladstone didn’t lose, he’s actually the only one that didn’t lose, and he never died in the game,” Huey concluded.

“The game is rigged, it’s impossible Uncle Gladstone had not won.” Louie ended saying.

Gladstone seemed to consider it too and then he smiled. “Have you asked Don to play it?”

“Do you think the most unlucky duck in the world can win this game?” It wasn’t like Dewey wanted to underappreciate his Uncle Donald but it was just. Good luck vs. Bad luck, you know.

Gladstone shrugged, an easy smile on his face. “Why not try it? Don holds a lot of surprises.” Also, he is going to flip out if he sees someone has done a game of PK, he deserves a little pleasure once in a while, he thought. “Good luck, kids!”

The kids looked at Gladstone going away to whatever business he had. Well, that only left them with an option.

.

“Kids, I’m kinda busy.” He was still repairing the boat, he didn’t know why the thing could just hold it together. All the kids made puppy faces. Donald sighed, it wasn’t fair. “Ok, ok. Give me that. Wait, is that the Duck Avenger?” He seemed to blush but Webby wasn’t so sure.

For a reason unknown to Webby, it was like that simple phrase lighted up something between the boys that she had not seen before. She blinked confused, the air smelled like competition out of nowhere. She looked at Donald and made a simple question. “Who are you going to choose to play, Uncle Donald?”

It seemed like the wrong question when the boys’ aura of competitiveness grew even more. Louie was the first one to attack, trying to be smooth about it. “It is incredible that the Duck Avenger is in a video game and he deserves it because he is super badass, you should choose him, Uncle Donald.”

Huey jumped next, his spirit wasn’t going to submit to the younger and more spoiled brother. “But Gizmoduck is a promising young hero! He has so much room to grow, and he is super smart and heroic and-!”

Dewey, not about to be left behind, jumped too, interrupting his older brother, determined to make his Uncle choose his hero. “But Darkwing Duck is amazing too, he is a great detective and does some pretty sick moves! You should choose him, Uncle Donald!”

Donald tried to calm them down. “Wow, wow. Calm down, boys. Let’s see.” Donald looked at the screen and then nodded. “Ok, I’m choosing Gizmoduck.”

Huey made a pleased cry, his fist in the air. Dewey and Louie looked at him, feeling betrayed. “But Uncle Donald!”

“Well, Huey is right, Gizmoduck is a promising young hero. Darkwing Duck is from another city and he has more experience, and Duck Avenger is retired, so. Anyways, this is just a game, it really doesn’t matter who I choose.”

“Ha! In your faces!” Huey jumped, happily, the winner of the unsaid competition. Dewey and Louie groaned.

“Huey,” Donald warned.

“Sorry, Uncle Donald…”

Webby tried to regain the attention to their actual issue. “Well, let’s play, Uncle Donald!”

Donald lost more times than any other person they asked for, the kids were about to give up until, eventually, he screamed ‘It says this is the last level!’, the kids jumped and hovered around him to see the screen. It was, in fact, the last level. They all felt dread over their bodies. Even Donald was starting to tense over this simple game. He started the level and the kids even felt like they couldn’t breathe. For now, it was going well. He avoided the obstacles even when the kids distracted him with their shouts of ‘be careful!’, ‘no, to the left!’, ‘uuuuugh’ and ‘jump, no, run, no, just walk!’. He was almost getting to the same point that Uncle Gladstone was. He only needed to make a simple jump and not fall into the hole. Simple enough.

He fell. The kids’ spirits fell too. Nobody had ever felt into that hole, it was an easy jump.

“NO!”

“UNCLE DONALD, HOW? WHY DID YOU LOSE LIKE THIS?”

“WHY? WHY? IT WAS A SIMPLE JUMP!”

“UGH, SO CLOOOOOSE.”

“Um, kids, I fell into a secret room.”

All the kids stopped their wailing, confused and asked at the same time. “Secret room?”

In fact, there was a secret room. The kids started to shout again, happy and almost hysterical. Donald kept moving his character until he got to a door. It read ‘FINAL BOSS’. They all gulped. Donald made the character enter the doctor without much thought.

Donald did give the final boss, Negaduck, a fight. It was sad that he lost, anyways.

Donald sighed, mad at himself, feeling the dread of the disappoint he probably left in the kids. “I’m sorry I didn’t win your game, kids. I-”

The kids couldn’t care less, they all hugged him. Donald returned the hug, greatly surprised but confused nonetheless.

Huey was the first one to talk. “Are you kidding? You were the only one that found the secret room, Uncle Donald!”

“Yeah, that was pretty cool!” Dewey followed.

“Especially since not even Uncle Gladstone could. I mean, he didn’t lose, but he didn’t win either. It was weird.”

Donald was even more confused now. “Not even Gladstone?”

Webby smiled and reassured him. “Not even Gladstone. You’re the best, Uncle Donald!”

Donald smiled harder and hugged them harder. The kids just laughed, happily, hugging him in return. Who knew that what they actually needed was some little of bad luck?

[toddykun]

Relationships: Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera/Donald Duck, Donald Duck & Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera & M'ma Cabrera Summary: “Hey,” Donald said confidently one night in the houseboat, calling his attention instantly. “Touch me again.”

duckvember 2018: 8. love duck [2nd piece for this prompt]

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summary: In which New Chief Cabrera is a little worried about Duckburg’s most beloved avenger.

word count: 1156

n/a: fly-by-the-seats-of-my-pants writing.

It wasn’t the first time that officer Cabrera met face-to-face with the Duck Avenger, but it was the first time since the day she became Chief. Their actual first meeting came to her mind, shots exchange in the middle of thug war, she almost fell prey to the panic when her partner was shot and lost consciousness and her own shoulder didn’t work as good. The Duck Avenger broke in the scene like a miracle. That day she discovered she actually had the permission to cry while on duty. In looked somewhat like the scene in front of her now, the only difference was that none of her subordinates was hurt, thanks to the Duck Avenger, something that she wholeheartedly appreciated. But there was this feeling about him since the day she met him that was worrying her, and she needed to confirm it.

She walked up to him before he could hop into his mobile and disappear as always, it was now or never. “Avenger.” She greeted, hand up to salute him.

“The new Chief, I assume.” The Avenger took the cue and shook her hand. He seemed to exude confidence. Cabrera wondered how much of that confidence was real and how much was just braveness against the fear. Either way, he looked tired, victorious but tired.

“I think I never thanked you, for saving my life a year ago, you probably don’t remember me.”

“I…actually do.” Cabrera looked at him surprised, the Avenger looked embarrassed and scratched the back of his neck, and he didn’t look at her face. “It’s weird to think that someone I saved is now Chief and not just an officer. Guess functioning adults work like that, right, um, Chief Cabrera?”

Oh. Functioning adults. So, she was right after all. This man was young, way too young. Cabrera smiled, a motherly feeling encompassing her to relieve him and worry about him. “Well, I’m glad. I’m actually wanted to thank you as the Chief, in the name of the whole station, for all the services you give to the city. This city wouldn’t be so safe without you, I gotta admit that much. We’re all glad to have you.”

The Avenger flustered under the compliment. An easy guy, this one. “I’m honored, Mrs. Cabrera. Well, I’m always up to offer my help to my city.” He smiled but when she saw him almost yawning, the serious expression came back full force. That put on an idea in her mind, fueled by the new discovery.

“That actually gets me to something that I wanted to ask you about, a favor if you may.”

The smile came back. “Well, if the police need my help.”

“Good, good. Then would you rest for a while? Please.”

He stopped smiling, confused expression set on his face. “What?”

“That I think you should put that mask down for a while, be a normal civilian and rest.” He started to look at her in rage. Understandable. She should have explained better, she definitely could have phrased that better. Ugh.

“You want me to stop being the Avenger?” He sounded low, much more menacing than a man this young have the right to sound. The good thing here, Chief Cabrera was familiarized to deal with tough guys that sounded even more threatening and that were actually ten times bigger than her. So, she stood her ground and explained.

“No, God, no. Who knows what is gonna happen to this city if one of its moral pillars disappears? What I mean is, I have seen records of you around the city, almost at all hours. I know you have a civilian identity, everybody that has even glance at a comic book knows –and I have a son that does more than just glance at them so I end too–, but when do you rest? That’s the only thing I ask for you. Besides, kids need to rest.”

The Avenger pouted. “I’m an adult.” Like pouting could make that statement less funny.

Officer Cabrera let out a good-hearted laugh. “I know, but you’re definitely younger than me and that, for me, means you’re a kid.”

“Wait, how old are you? You look so young.” A pleased smile broke through her face.

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know?” she replied, teasing, the Avenger smiled smugly in response but ended giggling. Chief Cabrera took that as her opportunity to try to convince him.

“Look, I’m glad there’s someone out there that even the police can count with but you know? With that mask up or down, I believe you’re still a civilian. It’s my duty, the police’s duty, to protect you too, even if you’re an avenger or a hero or whatever.” And Officer Cabrera didn’t beg, she never did before but she felt like doing it now. A young man like this, doing an even harder work that any adult did out there, she couldn’t stand it. He should have a normal life, they were the police for fuck’s sake, not him. She put that thought for later, now it was about this duck. “Kid, put that mask down at least for tonight and rest, I can handle the city while you’re at it. I promise you it’s gonna be there when you wake up.”

The Duck Avenger seemed thoughtful, he ended sighing and looking at her in a weird but kind of familiar grieving way. It looked like her when her boss told her to rest. She promised to say sorry to her when she met her again. “I’m not as much of a civilian as I would like, and I’m not that ti-.”

“I’m the mother of a college kid and the mother of a whole group of police officers at this point.” She interrupted, that made the Avenger laugh, Gloria took that as a good sign. And tried not to think too hard about the civilian thing. “I have seen some pretty tired eyes around my house and my job, I would recognize them everywhere at this point. What you need are some vacations, but if you are like I think you are, you’re not going to take them even if you actively wanted them. So, at least, for tonight, promise me you will have a good damn rest of sleep.”

“What’s up if I don’t do it? If there’s an emergency? If-?”

“Then you’ll have to trust me a little bit, ok? I promise you too that if I can’t handle it, I will break in into Angus’s news section and call for your help.” She earned another laugh. “But until then, what will you do?”

“Rest?” He asked, feigning innocence. Officer Cabrera raised a brow, unimpressed. The Avenger laughed this time nervously but seemed to relent. “I promise I will rest. Just for tonight.”

Cabrera smiled instantly, that motherly feeling growing on set. Feeling accomplishment over this. “I knew Duckburg’s hero was a smart guy.”

I have been trying to write for my own projects and for requests but I’m having a nasty writing block rn, so im trying to fix it with some good old ‘dont think too much’ therapy i guess lmao hope you liked this anyway, i felt it kind of weird but i guess its not that bad.

[toddykun]

Characters: Louie Duck, Huey Duck, Dewey Duck, Webby Vanderquack, Gladstone Gander, April Duck, May Duck, June Duck, Daisy Duck, Donald Duck Summary: Louie found a new indie video game made by an unknown developer inspired by their favorite superheroes! Hurray! Only problem? The last level seems impossible to complete. Could anyone in the mansion do it? Also, obviously the Duck Avenger is the best character to play with, right? No, Gizmoduck! No, Darkwing Duck! …Huh, better ask Uncle Donald.

duckvember 2018: 3. game duck & 5. competitive duck

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For the writing prompts, either 56 with Gloria x Goldie or 77 with Morgana x Goldie, pretty please💕 (It's too difficult to choose one, your writing is too amazing 😻 >w

@ai-higurashi

#56. “Are you flirting with me?” + Mrs. Cabrera/Goldie O’Gilt

Word count: 681

“Are you flirting with me?”

Goldie sounded amazed, enough to made Gloria stop on her way to pick up a paper that had fallen on the floor.

With her face now hidden behind her desk from Goldie’s inquisitive look, Gloria grimaced, closing her eyes and cursing herself. It was not weird for Goldie to flirt with here. The weird thing here was, the one that thrown Goldie (and Gloria herself) out of the bat was that she never flirted back. And she did this time.

“I came to spend time with my favorite officer, Chief Cabrera. Am I allowed?”

“You? Always. Just close the door, who knows what you will do to her.”

Gloria sighed at her own stupidity behind her desk. She didn’t want to say yes, and especially not in that conceding way. It was a terrible moment too, she had too much paperwork and Goldie didn’t know how to keep her hands to herself giving the proper incentive. And she gave it to her in silver plate like she wasn’t at her office and all her subordinates were not all working behind that door expecting their boss to be working too.

She heard the door being closed and locked.

Officer Cabrera wanted to hide under her desk now and never go out.

Gloria took a grounding breath, collecting herself enough to put the calmest face she could muster and took the paper. She sat upright again, not glancing at Goldie even once, and accommodated the paper with the others that she had messed when Goldie took her by surprise with her visit. She was working, it definitely was not the time. She kept reading her paperwork, well, more like tried to read her paperwork. She couldn’t concentrate, Goldie’s presence demanded attention, unnerving and strong in front of her. Her heart was beating so loud that she was almost sure that Goldie was hearing it and smiling at it, she kept her face down, scared of looking up, and scared of Goldie.

“Why don’t you look at me, Cabrera? Scared?”

“Everyone in their right mind would be scared of you, O’Gilt.”

Goldie giggled, amused. “You didn’t answer my question.” She said nonchalantly and Gloria could almost feel her smile from that distance. “Were you flirting with me?”

Why did this woman like to mess with her so freaking much? It was not fair. Did McDuck had to suffer this much? Probably not in that way. She felt sorry for him, Goldie was probably worse with him.

Gloria gulped, frowning her face a little. Honesty was the best policy, right? Maldición. “Yes, but I didn’t mean it. It was an accident. It wouldn’t happen again.” And without meant it too, as an accident too, she looked up with a frown to see Goldie.

Terrible mistake.

Flirting with this woman was like an invitation to disaster, and if Goldie’s easy but predatory smile was anything to get by, she had not only invited it but she had inadvertently demanded it to come. Gloria prayed for mercy, she had too much paperwork today and she couldn’t get distracted like this.

Goldie started to walk to her and Gloria felt the terrible impulse of jumping out the window.

“Goldie. I. Am. Working.” She begged. Her back now pressed to her chair as much as she could, trying to escape without having to run away. Goldie put her hands on her desk and climbed it up. “Goldie, my paperwork!”

That only made Goldie smile more, she crawled on the desk and Gloria felt hot all over. Not the time, body. Not. The. Time. “Relax, Cabrera. I closed the door.” She whispered, and those words did exactly the opposite. Gloria tensed immediately. Goldie giggled, amused. 

“I will show you exactly what I will do to you.”

That made Gloria shudder like a teenager. When she felt Goldie’s beak grazing hers and her hands jailing her on the chair, the only thing Gloria could do was pray that nobody would come to her office for the time being. It was going to be a long day.

DAMN, AI, MAKING ME CHOOSE! (i ended writing both but i will post the other one later lmao i couldn’t help myself)Thanks and I hope you like it!!!!! 

You can send another prompt from this list or send me your own, I’ll write it when I have the time. Also, I’m not doing NSFW prompts…yet lmao.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DuckTales (Cartoon 2017) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Della Duck/Selene, Donald Duck/Storkules - One-Sided Characters: Selene (Disney), Storkules (Disney) Additional Tags: Hurt, Five Stages of Grief, Selene's in denial, i mean she's right but nobody knows not even her, Half-Siblings, Alternate Universe - Siblings, Sapphic September, Sapphic September 2018, Sele and Storky r siblings for an unknown reason in my head lol, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, hc that theyre siblings cuz i love siblings content lol Series: Part 17 of Sapphic September 2018 Summary:

Storkules tried again. “Dear Sister-.”

“No.” She said firmly, Storkules was taken aback by her fiery scowl. “She. Is. Missing.”

Della Duck? Dead? Ha. What a joke. Pretty funny. That was impossible.

sapphic september 2018: 17. (prom!au or “she’s missing, not dead.”)

[toddykun]

i was thinking about fenton coming out again to his mamá, how terrible nervous he must have felt to have to come out to his overbearing but well-meaning mother who he doesn’t want to disappoint anymore who maybe accepted the first time out of indifference but now could be mad for this shit happening a second time??? and i wrote this??? i should like end sapphic september but The Feelings™ hit me about fenton and his mamá and i needed to get it out of my system so here have a fanfic.

It happened on a Sunday, he had been planning how to do it for months. When and how in a very detailed manner so his mother would understand and she would not freak out. He would do it a day her favorite soap opera wasn’t on T.V. so she would give him her full attention, a day where she wasn’t as tired of her job, a day she wasn’t stressed out with bills and taxes and paperwork. A day when she only would stare at him in a “normal disappointed and tired” manner, instead of an “extremely disappointed and exhausted” manner. He would prepare her a tres leches with her coffee and sit down with her at the table and they would have a peaceful and normal conversation about it.

Because maybe she had never straight up said she was disappointed in him, but he felt it, every time he said that he didn’t do too well on his last internship, that he was very, very fired, every time one of his inventions just exploded in his face, or when the day of paying taxes came and she only had her wage to pay it off even when there were two adults at home who could both split it out and pay for them if one of them wasn’t jobless. And there were so many, many more. He just didn’t want this to add to the long ass list of Fenton’s Disappointments her mother maybe had in her head.

Maybe he shouldn’t feel as anxious considering the first time he came out to his mamá he had not even thought about it as something that it could have other consequences. but at that time he wasn’t a full pledge adult overwhelmed with responsibilities, fear of rejection, a consciousness of the ways of the world, anxiety, and unemployment.

Funnily enough, it didn’t happen in any of the ways he wanted. And funnily enough too, it happened as out of nowhere as when he told his mamá he definitely didn’t like dresses and that baby girl sounded just really weird for him.

He actually blurted it out, his mind had been running out on anxiety all day, thinking about the issue and his mouth felt like tingling and “Oh Dios, what happens if she reacts badly? If she finally gets done with her disappointing son and just snaps at me?”. They were actually cleaning the dishes, his mamá washing, and him, drying. He stopped midway of drying a plate, losing himself in his head.

His mamá noticed and asked, “¿Qué pasa, mijo?” in a concerned voice, still washing the dishes. And he responded to the question automatically, immediately, his mind screaming too loud.

He said, in perfect Spanish, almost unintelligible and screaming, all his body shaking, a plate in his hand and a towel in the other, “I think I may like boys and girls, mamá”.

And she just stopped washing the dishes, and looked at him blankly, like that time he was in high school and told her at 10 p.m. in a Sunday he needed to print an essay he did for tomorrow morning and he like....forgot to tell her he needed to print it out. Her eyes telling him “Fenton, its freaking 10 p.m., every shop is probably closed, why didn’t you tell me sooner?!” but in a calm manner, a very particular but done expression on her tired face.

But she didn’t scream nor she responded verbally, she just put the sponge on the counter, shook her hands, getting rid of the extra water, dried her hands with a towel, left the towel on the of the counter too and walked to him.

For a moment, just for a moment, Fenton felt his heart going from 0 to 200 km/s, unshed tears agglomerating in the corner of his eyes and feeling the horrible want to run away. She’s going to tell me something, she’s going to be so disappointed, oh Dios, why did I say that? I-.

But his mother didn’t rage, nor stared at him disappointed, she actually took the plate and the towel out of his hands and put them in the counter. 

And then she hugged him, as hard as she could, holding his head into her shoulder, caressing his neck and the other hand caressing his back, and just softly, lovely, reassuringly, said, “oh, nene, pollito, mi Fenton. I’m the same.”

Everything poured down out of him. His tears, his fears, his worries, his anxiety. He sobbed and cried and mumbled to his mother how scared he was to tell her, on how he definitely liked boys and girls not just may, that he loved her so much and that he was sorry for not telling her sooner and his mother just laughed, crying too, saying over and over again “lo sé, pollito, lo sé.” with the most patience tone and apologized to him, saying that she was sorry that he ever felt like he couldn’t tell her something like this without feeling scared, that he was the bravest boy and that she was so, so proud of him. She just kept kissing his temple and murmuring loving words into his ear, that sounded strange but reassuringly like one of his abuelita’s lullabies.

Fenton remembered then, his mother laughing her ass off in the way of going to the library that Sunday at 10:30 p.m., because “Oh mi Dios, Fenton, you can count how many beans are in a package by just looking at it but you forgot to tell me you needed to print out a just one-page long essay? You’re so smart and so stupid, te amo tanto, please, don’t do that ever again. Oh God, I’m tired but this is so funny.” He remembered the mother that straight up bought him new clothes and sold all his dresses, changed “pollita” to “pollito” and that put herself between him and his dad when he tried to slap him just because Fenton told him like he had told his mamá that he didn’t like being called a girl. He felt kind of stupid for doubting his mamá like this.

Fenton felt relieved and promised to never hide something from her again (at least that it was something he needed to really hide, like a super secret suit in progress in a lab or something, you know). His mamá accepted and kissed him on the cheek and told him that those dishes were not going to wash themselves so they better got going.

That day they cuddled up in the living room, watching reruns of Patos de la Pasión, his mamá let him comment about every tiny detail he found on the telenovela and she mumbled interested every time, with “wow, I didn’t notice!” or “I would have never known, that’s good!”, they drank hot chocolate and his mamá held him like when he was a duckling, caressing his feathers and letting him put his head in her chest.

His mother had said she was so proud of him. Fenton felt very proud too, of her and himself.