#i wanna draw april may and june duck

[lex-munro]

[Princess-verse Scrap] .wardrobe.

i imagine spring in that rainy-ass city would necessitate like a poncho, a raincoat, three umbrellas, five sets of galoshes…  anyhoo, if you’re like me, you may need the timeline laid out for you again—Joker goes to Arkham on April 1, Flag takes him out again in late June/early July, the antics and intrigue of Princess last through the summer, Damian arrives at the Hall of Justice at the end of August, so Joker’s minimum stay expires at the end of February.  all of these epilogue-y bits are because of Silvarbelle.

following up on Bruce finding a ten-year-old on his doorstep…  The Joker is released from Arkham just in time to help pick Damian’s spring wardrobe.

.wardrobe.

They picked the Joker up at the front door of Arkham on a breezy overcast morning at the end of February.  He was wearing a suit with a magenta damask print, and he used a turquoise pocket square to clean a pair of gaudy sunglasses.

“What the hell has your father dressed you in, sweetie?” was the first thing the man said.

“It’s a cardigan, Jay,” Bruce retorted.  “The wind is a bit chilly, and he doesn’t need to catch cold with midterms coming up.”

“And you’re rich enough that he could be warm without looking like a miniature Mister Rogers.  Dolce and Gabbana have some nice offerings in cashmere, for example.”

And Bruce was on the verge of sassing back about his boyfriend’s usual eye-gouging taste when Damian seized Joker’s hand and said, “So let’s go shopping.  Bruce, Alfred said I need a ‘proper Gotham spring wardrobe,’ whatever that means.”

“You do need spring clothes,” Bruce admitted grudgingly.

They got in the car, and Joker picked the stores.

Terrified staff brought Versace, Gucci, Prada…then Zegna and Ferragamo and Rabban…

Damian was always consulted, and anything Bruce tried to say was quickly shushed in favor of trying the next item or accessory.

“Do you like the length of that, sweetie?” “What’s your favorite color, bubby?” “That one’s a little less restrictive, pumpkin.” “Just a minute, now—you see where that pattern draws the eye?  That’s right:  fashion can be tactical, precious.”

Bruce was legitimately impressed by the end of it and gladly signed the checks for a heavy sport coat, a proper waterproof trench coat, two more cardigans, extra socks, galoshes, ankle boots, and an umbrella (all in rather tame colors and patterns, aside from the socks).

“Einstein wore interesting socks,” Damian said somewhat defensively when he caught Bruce raising an eyebrow over the colors of said items.

“You wanna be like Einstein?” asked Joker.

“I just think he’s interesting.”

Jay gave a half-nod of concession.  “Well, I think Damian is interesting, so if he wants to wear cool socks, that means cool socks are interesting.”

Damian looked suspicious for a few seconds before saying (rather imperiously), “Good.”

“Oh, I love you to bits!” Joker said with a pleased giggle.

“We should be getting home, Mom.  Bruce asked Alfred to make duck au gratin.”

They sat together in the backseat on the way to the Hall, and when Bruce glanced in the rearview, they were both fast asleep.

.End.

[folkfrog]

i have so many ideas for ducktales fanart but i seriously cannot get the beaks right, thejdjdj theyre so hard 😔

[zootopiathingz]

Siblings’ Quest

Part Four: Unloved, Unwanted

June 20th, 1999

"Mommy!" Candace chirped, skipping into the kitchen to find her eight-month pregnant mother washing off plates in the sink.

Linda looked down at her rather excited daughter, a small smile appearing on her face. "Hey sweetie, whatcha got there?"

Candace proudly help up the folded paper card that she had colored with markers and decorated with stickers, glitter, and sequins. "I made Daddy his Father's Day card on the last day of school! Do you think he'll like it?" The six-year-old asked eagerly, barely keeping herself still on her feet.

Linda's smile faded as she slowly took the card from her daughter to examine it. The front had the words boldly written in green and yellow: Happy Father's Day! with a few hearts and smiley faces on the corners.

"After he gave me Ducky Momo, I think he deserves the best card ever! Don't you?" Candace asked, tilting her head with a gap-toothed grin.

Linda had no idea what to even say to her ecstatic child. She opened the card, biting her lip and forcing herself to hide a frown. Inside the card was a small paragraph—with many misspelt words and crooked letters—explaining to her father just how much he meant to her. On the other side was a drawing of two stick-figures. One was a man, tall with dark orange hair, holding hands with the shorter little girl figure. The little girl was holding a duck toy in her other hand, with the biggest grin on her circle-face.

Linda felt like crying, overwhelmed by guilt, sorrow, and weariness.

Candace took notice to her mother's expression and suddenly frowned. "Oh no, is it bad? You don't think Daddy will like it?" She asked, fidgeting with her pigtails.

"No, no it's not that, honey." Linda assured, setting the card on the counter. "It's beautiful. It's just that..."

She couldn't do it.

She couldn't tell her.

Looking at her daughter's adorable, innocent little face. That purity in her eyes. The sweetness, the gentleness. No, the truth would destroy all of that. She would tell Candace when she was older, when the innocence didn't need protecting.

"Um, your dad's away on a business trip. He won't be back for a while." She lied, nervously pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

Candace lowered her gaze, "Oh. How long will he be gone? I wanna give him his card soon while it's at least still the Father's Day month!"

Linda shook her head, "He'll be gone for a while, sweetie. But how about I mail the card to him? How does that sound?" She suggested, forcing a smile on her face.

Candace shrugged, "Um, I guess."

"Great. Now, go play outside while I find a special envelope for this, okay?"

"Okay, Mommy." Candace nodded, walking out into the backyard. She didn't seem too satisfied with the idea, but it was better than nothing.

Linda waited until she saw the little girl hopping onto the swing, then quickly walked up the stairs into her bedroom.

She pulled out a shoebox from her closet, the inside filled with jewelry, cards, letters, money, and pictures. This was a box she had to keep her daughter from finding at all costs. Sighing, she stared at the Father's Day card one last time before setting it inside, right on top of the pile of letters addressed to her. She secured the lid on the box and placed it back on the high shelf.

If she ever finds that box...Linda thought warily, then shook it away, refusing to even imagine what Candace would think of her if she did find it. No. She'll never know. Not now, not ever.

With a heavy sigh, and a heavy heart, Linda walked back down the stairs to supervise her daughter in the backyard, already deciding to get rid of that swing that her husband built.

—

April 3rd, 2003

"I wish you'd stop doing this!"

"You can't make me!"

"It's not good for you! It's not good for any of us!"

"Shut up, Lawrence! You don't control what I do!"

Ferb lifted his head up upon hearing faint but audible shouting coming from downstairs. He knew what it was, and though he knew better than to eavesdrop on his parents when they were arguing, his curiosity got the better of him.

He glanced at the old clock on his wall, and could only assume it was late at night, maybe early in the morning. He wasn't good at telling time yet, since he was only four-years-old. Pushing the quilt off of his small body, he stepped out of bed and carefully walked out of the room. He had to take tiny steps, considering the wood was old and rickety, and he didn't want his parents knowing he was awake.

He stepped over until reaching the end of the hall, where he could hear their voices getting louder as he got closer to the living room.

"You can't keep doing this, you know." Lawrence spoke, gesturing around the living area at all the used cigarettes and empty bottles. "You're ruining your mind and your body. You're going to get sick and eventually die! And you have a family to think about!"

The chubby green-haired woman merely scoffed, rolling her eyes and she lit yet another cigarette. "I don't have to do shit for you, Lawrence." She murmured with the cigarette between her teeth. "I can do whatever the fuck I want, and you're just gonna have to deal with it."

"What happened to you, darling?" Lawrence asked, shaking his head in disbelief. This was not the beautiful wife he married five years ago, this wasn't the woman he fell in love with. This was some monster of a person. He didn't know how she changed or why, but it wasn't long after their son was born that she started drinking and smoking like there was no tomorrow.

"Shit happened." She slurred, exhaling a puff of smoke in the air, causing the aroma to worsen. "You and that little crap-face happened."

Lawrence gapped at her choice of words. "Excuse me, that is our son you're talking about!" He exclaimed, utterly offended that anyone would dare talk about his little Ferb that way. "Have you no respect for the child you gave birth to?!"

"I don't give a rat's arse what that little cunt is!" She fired back, her raspy British voice echoing through the walls of the old apartment. "I don't care that he's my son, I don't care that he's however old he is, I don't care!"

"What the hell is wrong with you? How can you say that?!" Lawrence exclaimed.

The woman picked up a half-empty beer bottle and retorted, "He's a little pain in the arse! Thinking he can just get whatever he wants by begging for it! And don't get me started on that annoying voice of his! Gives me a fucking headache! I'm sick of him and I'm starting to get sick of you, too!"

"Well if that's how you feel, then leave!" Lawrence shouted, not even hesitating on his words.

This wasn't his wife. This was some bitch who took advantage of his money to buy alcohol. A woman who abused her own son and husband because she felt like it. This was truly a nightmare in reality. Lawrence didn't care if she was out of his life now. She wasn't decent enough to call herself a Fletcher.

The woman scoffed, "I'm not leaving. This is my home. You take your little shit of a child and leave!"

Lawrence was about to retaliate, but was instantly in shock when he saw his wife begin to lose it. "GET OUT OF HERE!" She yelled loudly, then threw the glass bottle at him, but thankfully, he dodged it in time, causing it to shatter against the wall.

He scoffed at her and shook his head as he walked away, "Go to hell, you bloody bitch."

Ferb shakily stepped out from the darkness, seeing his mother standing unsteadily in the living room, staring off at nothing. Her mouth hung open a bit, showing off crooked yellow teeth. Her greasy green hair was tied up in a sloppy bun, the purple dress was ripped and stained with alcohol. Her eyes were bloodshot and baggy underneath. She was the exact representation of an addict.

"Mama...?" Ferb dared to speak up, quietly and cautiously.

The woman snapped out of her little trance and looked over at the scared four-year-old. "The hell you want?" She asked, putting a hand to her hip.

Ferb opened his mouth to speak, but she quickly cut him off. "Know what, I don't wanna hear your annoying voice, anyway. Get out of here." She commanded, shooing him away with a wave of her hand.

Ferb remained still, which only increased his mother's rage. She glared at him with deadly eyes. "I said, get out of here, now!"

He took a step back, but that clearly wasn't good enough for her. She reached over and grabbed another empty bottle and screamed, "GET OUT OF HERE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" before throwing the bottle right at him.

The boy gasped and quickly made a run for it before the bottle could even reach him. He heard the louder crashing off the glass hitting the floor as he darted up the stairs and into his bedroom. He locked the door behind him and hopped into his dirty bed. Pulling the covers over himself, he began to sob hysterically.

Oh Mama, what's happened to you? Ferb wondered to himself as his body trembled under his heavy quilt. He hoped what his father said was true, that she would leave and never come back.

He didn't hate his mother, he didn't want her to leave. But he was terrified of her. He was terrified to so much as speak, because every time he even opened his mouth, all he could hear was his mother screaming at him to shut up and see her throwing glass at him to make him stop.

That was all he'd ever see from now on.

—

May 17th, 2004

Phineas carefully walked through the hallway, hesitating to even be in it considering how dark it was. It was who knows what time, and he was desperate for maternal nurturing. Eventually after what felt like forever, little Phineas pushed the cracked-open door to the master bedroom.

But only to hear the soft sound of crying.

He frowned, tilting his head as he saw his mother, sitting up in her bed with her face in her hands, weeping softly to herself.

"Mommy?" He asked softly, nearly making his mother jump.

Linda looked over, seeing it was only her four-year-old son standing in the doorway. "Oh, Phineas sweetie, you scared me." She spoke, her voice making it sound like she'd been crying for hours. "What are you doing awake at this hour?"

"I...I had a bad dream." The boy admitted, clearly frightened by whatever nightmare he had earlier.

Linda frowned, "Oh honey, it's okay. Come here." She patted the bed, signaling him to join her.

Phineas climbed up onto the mattress and crawled under the covers, laying next to his mother as she ran a hand through his bright red hair. "It's okay, sweetie. It's only a dream. It can't hurt you."

"Did you have a bad dream, too?" The boy asked, "You were crying."

Linda sniffed, wiping away her tears with the sleeve of her nightgown. "I'm fine, sweetie. Don't you worry about a thing. You just close your eyes, think happy thoughts, and go back to sleep. I'll be right here with you the whole time. I'm not gonna let anything hurt you."

"Promise?" Phineas yawned, pulling the blanket up so it covered everything except his face.

Linda nodded, kissing her son's head. "I promise."

[shining-red-diamond]

Stray Kids x OC Profiles

A/N: Sorry if this is vague. This will be updated when needed.

Evangeline

Full Name: Evangeline Choi

DOB: June 4, 1997

Nationality: Korean-Australian

Hometown: Sydney, Australia

Height: 5’2

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown

S/O: Bang Chan

Family: mom, dad, older sister

-She has a large rose tattoo on her left shoulder.

-Her main job is an athletics trainer

-She was schoolmates with Bang Chan, but they lost touch when he became a trainee.

-Her favorite animal is a giraffe.

-

Hwayoung

Full Name: Ji Hwa Young

DOB: March 24, 1998

Nationality: Korean

Hometown: Daegu, South Korea

Height: 5’4

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown

S/O: Lee Know

Family: mom, dad, older brother

-She is currently a university student studying zoology.

-She met Lee Know at a festival in Seoul.

-Her favorite animal is a duck.

-

Luciana

Full Name: Luciana de Leon

DOB: July 11, 1999

Nationality: Mexican-American

Hometown: San Antonio, Texas

Height: 5’3

Hair: Dark brown

Eyes: Brown

S/O: Changbin

Family: mom, dad, older sister

-She and Charity grew up together.

-She’s in college studying criminal profiling.

-Luciana’s favorite animal is a wolf.

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Gisela

Full Name: Gisela Evelyn Brown

DOB: September 17, 1999

Nationality: American

Hometown: New Orleans, Louisiana, USA

Height: 5’5 1/2

Hair: Strawberry-blonde

Eyes: Brown

S/O: Hyunjin

Family: mom, dad, older sister, and younger sister

-Her nickname is “Gigi.”

-She has a Samoyed dog named Snowflake.

-She is part of the dance line at her college.

-She met Hyunjin around Stray Kids’ one year anniversary, but the relationship was kept secret.

-Her favorite animal is a fox.

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Angel

Full Name: Angel Rhonda Thomas

DOB: May 9, 2000

Nationality: African-American

Hometown: Houston, Texas

Height: 5’5

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown

S/O: Jisung

Family: mom, dad, older brother, older sister

-She’s a cheerleader at her university, and is also studying to be a lawyer.

-Her favorite animal is a monkey.

-She has a Doberman named Belle.

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Kathleen

Full Name: Kathleen Isabelle Smith

DOB: June 19, 2000

Nationality: American

Hometown: Albuquerque, New Mexico

Height: 5’4

Hair: Brunette

Eyes: Brown

S/O: Seungmin

Family: mom, dad, younger brother

-She has a golden retriever named Biscuit.

-Her favorite animal is a rabbit.

-She’s very creative and loves to draw in her sketchbook.

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Charity

Full Name: Charity Elizabeth Newman

DOB: June 27, 2000

Nationality: American

Hometown: San Antonio, Texas, USA

Height: 5’4

Hair: Red

Eyes: Brown

S/O: Felix

Family: mom, dad, older brother

-She was a soprano in her high school choir.

-She and Felix met at a restaurant where it was karaoke night, and he watched her perform Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance With Somebody.”

-Her favorite animal is a cat.

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Soojung

Full Name: Kim Soo Jung

DOB: April 15, 2001

Nationality: Korean

Hometown: Seoul, South Korea

Height: 5’2

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown

S/O: I.N

Family: mom, dad, older brother

-She and I.N were classmates, and they both have had a crush on each other.

-Her favorite animal is a horse.

-She likes to cover many girl group dances in her free time.

-She plans on studying to become a nurse.

[land-of-birds-and-comics]

ok i watched the first caballeros episode TWICE now i can have opinions.

What I Like

i’ve come to realise that cartoons need a specific kind of... rhythm... to appeal to me... smooth pacing... things happening beat-by-beat... it’s hard to explain, but this has it!

and it probably largely owes that to how cartoony it is. it is so, so cartoony. thank god. realistic physics on ducks feel so sad and stiff to me. i wanna see ‘em SQUASH. i wanna see ‘em STRETCH.

wanna see ‘em EXAGGERATE those motions!!!

WANNA SEE THOSE DUCKS WADDLE

it’s funny, too. like, it appeals to my sense of humour. in a lot of ways i have the brain of an eight-year-old and this is keeping it ENGAGED!!!

this donald is extremely likely to be the best animated donald we’ve gotten. he’s perfect. he’s making me warm up to the voice.

seriously. somehow i can understand him. it may be the pacing!

he! is! so! cute! every! second! and he has so many seconds!

and he’s such a little shit.

it’s its own thing, of course, but there’s a lot more tangible comics influence to this than there is to the ducktales reboot. sorry, frank.

Broke Ass José Charming His Way Through Life Is Maintained

just. money. another thing that makes it feel very. very duck media.

don’t think i didn’t catch donald looking suspicious of those hands on his shoulders with full gleeful knowledge of how close they will grow later!

don’t think i didn’t!

april may and june seem to have some good and vital duck triplet traits.

character acting for josé is actually very nice. surprisingly, my favourite vocal performance was the snobby goosedude. the part where he’s freaking out running through his mansion? holy shit

What I Don’t

god they really went and gave josé a canadian voice actor. who of course didn’t get the name or the accent right. disney. josé’s last name is “carioca”. he is not incidentally brazilian. he is VITALLY brazilian.

on the other hand, panchito’s voice actor is authentically mexican, but i’m pretty underwhelmed by his performance? there’s no force to it... he sounds weak... like the defining panchito scene in the movie was him holding that note for five years, come on.

i’m kinda worried about panchito in general, i hope they don’t go too hard on him being the Lovable Comic Relief We Apparently Always Need.

this can be largely excused by the fact that it’s for kids, but the ~epic space adventure prophecy~ parts are pretty awkward to sit through.

i have the sneaking suspicion that it’s being swept under the rug because disney has gone and continues to go ALL in on ducktales marketing and merchandise and feels they can’t afford to draw attention away from it by appealing to the same demographic twice. if so, that SUCKS.