#m’ma crackshell cabrera

[writebackatya]

Duckburg’s Momma’s Boys

They LOVE their mom and we love them for that

[sometimes-they-come-back-237]

Say what you want about the other characters.

I think we all agree that Mrs. Crackshell had the BEST glow up.

[birdinahoodie]

It was funnier in my head

Definitely has happened to them at least twice

[tokuvivor]

Im sure Gyro would joke that Officer Cabrera has the authority to ground Gizmoduck.

Uh…yeah, probably. Even though he is an adult, “she is a police officer and his mother”.

[shychick-52]

Steamed Hams - Fenro

Fenro Week 2024 - Day 2 prompt, First Date

[Gyro rings Fenton's doorbell. Fenton opens the door.]

Gyro: Well, Dr. Intern, I made it, despite your directions.

Fenton: Ah, Dr. Gearloose, welcome! I hope you're prepared for an unforgettable luncheon!

Gyro: Eh.

[Gyro enters. In the dining room, he sits at the table and places a bottle in an ice bucket; Fenton runs to the kitchen, only to find his roast is burnt, and gasps in horror.]

Fenton: Oh, calamity! Catastrophe! My roast is ruined! [Gyro's knocking on the kitchen door can be heard as Fenton looks at Hamburger Hippo across the street from his window] But what if... I were to purchase fast food and disguise it as my own cooking? [chuckles] Delightfully devilish, Fenton!

[Fenton begins to climb through the window, but Gyro enters the kitchen and catches Fenton trying to leave]

Gyro: Uh-!

[Accompanied by a montage of scenes of Fenton and Gyro from previous episodes, the theme song to an imaginary sitcom titled "Fenton and Gyro" then plays:]

Fenton, with his crazy explanations

The good doctor’s gonna need his medication

When he hears Fenton's lame exaggerations,

There'll be trouble in town tonight!

Gyro: DR. INTERRRRRRN!!!

[The scene goes back to Fenton's kitchen]

Fenton: Dr. Gearloose! I was just...uh... just stretching my calves on the windowsill. Isometric exercise! Care to join me?

[Smoke can be seen coming out of Fenton's oven]

Gyro: Why is there smoke coming out of your oven, Dr. Intern? [points to the oven]

Fenton: Uh... ooh! That isn't smoke, it's steam! Steam from the steamed clams we're having. [Massages his belly] Mmmm, steamed clams!

[Once a suspicious Gyro leaves the kitchen, Fenton breathes a sigh of relief, climbs out the window, and runs across the street to Hamburger Hippo, where he buys hamburgers and French fries to replace his burnt roast. The scene cuts to the dining room, where Fenton comes from the kitchen with the fast food on a silver tray]

Fenton: Dr. Gearloose, I hope you're ready for mouthwatering hamburgers!

Gyro: I thought we were having steamed clams.

Fenton: Oh no, I said 'steamed hams'! That's what I call hamburgers.

Gyro: You call hamburgers 'steamed hams'?

Fenton: Yes! I’ve heard it’s a regional dialect, and it’s kind of grown on me.

Gyro: Uh-huh. Eh, what region?

Fenton: Uh... upstate New York?

Gyro: Really? Well, I'm from Utica, and I've never heard anyone use the phrase 'steamed hams'.

Fenton: Oh, not in Utica, no. It's an Albany expression.

Gyro: I see.

[Gyro takes a bite out of a burger and chews it a little, while Fenton sips his drink]

Gyro: You know, these hamburgers are quite similar to the ones they have at Hamburger Hippo.

Fenton: Oh, no! Patented Crackshell Burgers! Old family recipe on my dad’s side.

Gyro: For steamed hams?

Fenton: Yes.

Gyro: Yes. So, you call them steamed hams, despite the fact they are obviously grilled. [opens one of the burgers and exposes the patty's grilled pattern to Fenton]

Fenton: Y- uh.. you know, the... one thing I should... excuse me for one second!

Gyro: Of course.

[Fenton enters, then leaves the kitchen swiftly upon seeing it is now on fire]

Fenton: [pretends to yawn] Well, that was wonderful! A good time was had by all! I'm beat!

Gyro: Yes, I should be- [notices the intense light coming from the burning kitchen] BLATHERING BLATERSKITE, WHAT IS HAPPENING IN THERE?

Fenton: Aurora Borealis?

Gyro: An Aurora Borealis!? At this time of year, at this time of day, in this part of the country, localized entirely within your kitchen?

Fenton: Yes.

Gyro: ...May I see it?

Fenton: ...No.

[They exit the house as the kitchen fire grows larger.]

Officer Cabrera: (voice): FENTON!!! THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!!!

Fenton (looking up): No, M’ma, it's just the northern lights!

Gyro: Well, Dr. Intern, you are an odd fellow, but I must say... you steam a good ham.

[As Gyro begins heading home, Officer Cabrera starts screaming for help, causing Gyro to look back towards the house. Fenton gives him a thumbs up and a tight, fake smile, causing him to keep walking away. Once Gyro is out of sight, Fenton rushes back into the house to deal with the fire]

Officer Cabrera (voice): HEEEELP!!! HEEEELP!!!

@fenroweek2024

[secret-tester]

Could please draw something involving Fethry having dinner at Crackshell-Cabrera household with Fenton and M’Ma?

Your ask is my command 😁....

I didn't really know what you meant by this so I just drew what first came in my mind... BTW this is my first DuckTales fancomic...

I had A LOT of fun drawing and making this... I hope you like it...

Thanks for the ask @krueger4eva

[skeletonbonezzz]

BILLYYYY ‼️

billy is my irl friends oc ((she doesn’t have social media and asked me to post him :3)) and i made that silly little drawing of him

BILLY INFO !!

Full name :: Billiam bob goat

nickname(s) :: billy, loser, minimum wage worker, coffee stealer, billithon 

age :: 23

guardian(s) :: barbera goat

love interest(s) :: coffee

sexuality :: bisexual 

species :: goat

voice claim :: h jon benjamin

nationality :: american and british

gender :: male

occupation :: funzo shift manger/worker

fears :: children’s insults, spiders

quote :: “ i don’t get paid enough to care “

general stuff

billy is a minimum waged funzos worker who lives with his mom

personality

grumpy, depressed, tired 24/7, over protective

backstory

when billy was young his father was terrible to his mother, this lead billy to wanting revenge and being overprotective of his mother. when he was 9 his parents got divorced. when he was 18 he went out to look for a job but couldn’t find any, he slumped down on the curb of the sidewalk until a young girl ((emira when she was 7)) came up to him and asked if he was alright. he said he wasn’t feeling to good so she said ‘let me take you to funzos! that’s the happiest place in duckburg!’ at first he was annoyed by her but then their friendship grew over time ((now they’re still bffs, he works at funzos, and they’re like siblings <3))

random stuff

-talks in a british accent when he lies

-addicted to coffee

-master of stealthy and doesn’t know

-will seem like he will beat you up if you insult him when really he would curl up into a ball and cry in the corner

-best friends w a child ((emira))

-he’s british

-possibly related to royality

-been employee of the month 5 times in a row

-pulled out the sword

-aware of FOWL

friends

Emira Pintail (best friend)

Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera (friend)

Gyro Gearloose (friend)

M’ma Crackshell-Cabrera (friend)

HDL (friends)

Webby Vanderquack (friend)

[uncaaj]

Fanfic: I Luv U Emo Boy XD (DuckTales 17)

Based on an AU by @georgiarose and Glo

READ NOW ON AO3!

The perfect day off began like this- with the drop of a CD into a boombox. The disc whirred to life and the echoing notes of a lonely piano filled the subdued, poster-riddled bedroom of Gyro Gearloose. He stretched his lanky arms to the ceiling and brought them down gracefully, cracking his neck just as the lead singer of his favorite band began to tell a story.

When I was a young boy

My father drove me into the city

To see a marching band

Gyro swept his long, jet-black bangs out of his eyes. 

Perfect.

Walking over to the mirror next to his dresser, he snatched a black tube from the top of it and unscrewed the cap. The brush inside emerged covered in cheap eyeliner, color “Eternal Night.” As he carefully drew the makeup around the perimeter of his eyes, making sure to keep the lines simple and clean, he contemplated what he was going to wear. The sun was at its summer peak, roasting everything outside to a fine golden brown. No matter, for he had laid out his outfit the night before, something his parents would call a proactive and studious action. What did they know? They shouldn’t get their hopes up thinking he’d ever live the life they did. He just didn’t want to spend forever deciding what to wear, not when that time was better spent browsing for the new Haythorne Heights CD, which would be out any day now.

That, and impressing his boyfriend.

Speaking of, it was time to see if he was up. He probably was. Gyro was a late sleeper, something his parents frowned upon. Whatever. Gyro closed up the eyeliner and returned it to the dresser, making a mental note that he should get more while he was out. He grabbed his phone and flipped it open, heading straight for the top of his contact list.

“Gyro!” called a voice outside the door. “Can you please turn your music down? Your father can’t hear the big game!”

Gyro rolled his eyes and turned the knob a fraction of a percent down. Parents.

+++

Oh, well, imagine

As I’m pacing the pews in a church corridor

And I can’t help but to hear

No, I can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words

Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera tried not to nod his head to the upbeat, plinky sounds of his own boombox as he applied his eyeliner. Luckily he had done this so much, he had the application down to a fine science. All of his friends were jealous, even Gyro, the emo-est emo he’d ever known.

Fenton’s phone vibrated on his desk. Speaking of…

He finished up and screwed the brush back into the vial. He flipped the phone open with his thumb and saw the new text notification.

“hey loser XD u up?”

Fenton smiled and started pressing the keypad, which he also knew inside and out for the perfect SMSs. “I woke up at 9am this morning. Are you up?”

“lol who r u, my mom?”

“I love you too. :3 When are you coming?”

“in 10 min, we got the new spiked bandS @ the HT”

“:DDDDDD”

“see u soon”

His bedroom door opened. Fenton shut the phone and looked up. M’ma Cabrera walked in, lugging a laundry basket. “You got your clothes sorted, pollito?” she asked.

“Yes, M’ma, on my bed,” said Fenton, turning the music down so he could hear her properly.

She held the basket out on the bed’s edge and scooped the pile of neon tees and striped pull-ons into it with one motion. “So who’s taking you to the mall today?” she asked.

Fenton gulped and ran his fingers through his long purple-tipped hair. He had forgotten to mention that part until now and he knew she wouldn’t be thrilled knowing who he’d grabbed a ride from. “Er, Gyro Gearloose,” he said with a nervous chuckle.

M’ma sighed and put the basket onto the bed. “You know I don’t like you hanging out with that boy.”

“M’ma, he’s not that bad-”

“He’s careless, he’s disrespectful and he smokes- bad habits very easy to pick up. And I bought you all those nice shirts for your first college semester and you are dressing like a piñata!”

“M’ma, this is what everybody’s wearing. But I’m not doing it to fit in. It’s an expression of who I am.”

M’ma sighed again and wrapped her son up in a big hug. “Your mama can’t help it. I just don’t want you getting into any trouble, that’s all.”

“I’ll be fine,” said Fenton, trying a little to squirm out of the hug. “I trust him, and you can trust me.”

M’ma nodded. “Okay, Fenton.” She smooched him on the forehead and went back to grab the laundry basket. “Just make sure you’re back by dinnertime, okay?”

“Yes, M’ma,” said Fenton, waving her out. As soon as the door shut, he exhaled in relief. He loved his M’ma, but boy, was she smothering sometimes.

A little while later, Fenton heard a car horn outside his window. His excitement spiked in his chest and he practically tumbled out the door into the living room. “I’m leaving, M’ma! Love you, see you at dinner, bye!” 

It all came out as one word as he bolted out of the house, but M’ma understood it perfectly anyway. Her own motherly instinct spiking, she carefully placed the sudsy plate she was sponging back into the sink and made her way to the front window. Peeking through the blinds, she saw Fenton and Gyro leaning against the latter’s car. Gyro, dressed in a black beanie, black t-shirt whose band logo she didn’t recognize, black skinny jeans, and black boots despite the blazing temperature outside had his phone held up high, Fenton in his other arm as they posed for a picture. M’ma sighed, seeing wisps of smoke emit from the cigarette in Gyro’s mouth. She knew Fenton was at the age where she could let go some and let him live his life, but darn it if he didn’t make so hard to do so. Still, it was the price of the gig and she would love him and support him to the ends of the earth no matter what.

As the camera shutter clicked, Gyro caught sight of Mrs. Cabrera peeping at them through the front window of Fenton’s house and sent a dark sneer in her direction. She was unfazed, police women usually weren’t, and made the “I have my eyes on you” motion toward him before letting the blinds go and returning to whatever it is she was doing. Gyro rolled his eyes.

“What’s up?” said Fenton.

“Parents,” Gyro scoffed.

“She means well, I promise. She bought me this the other day.” He motioned toward his pink shirt with a kooky character on the front from that one Invader Zir show on TV.

“Well, that’s something. You’ll get tons of likes when I post this on ThisSpace later.”

“D’ya think we’ll make front page?” Fenton bounced on his toes at the thought.

Gyro blushed. Gods, he was so cute. All he could do was shrug and give him a peck on the forehead, then walked over to the driver’s seat of his all-black rustbucket. As Gyro and Fenton peeled away from suburban hell, engine sputtering all the while, he asked, “You mind if we stop at Starducks first? I feel like the undead.”

“Fine with me. Maybe I’ll try that new hibiscus refresher they have.”

“You’re so fruity, dork.”

“You’re my boyfriend so who’s really the fruity one?”

“...touche.”

Gyro pressed the play button, and the two lovebirds entered their pure nirvana set to a CD in a stereo.

Dance, dance

We’re falling apart to half-time

Dance, dance

And these are the lives you love to lead

Dance, this is the way they’d love

If they knew how misery loved me

[srhunt]

Yea, I don’t have an explanation for this…

...am I kicked out of the fandom...?

[wildducktalestheories]

Fenton always gives his M’ma a kiss on the forehead and tells her to have sweet dreams before he goes to sleep himself.

He finds that he can’t sleep at all if he forgets, so he never forgets.

[writebackatya]

Ducktales (2017) Holiday Headcanons:

It’s that time of the year again, time for me to dump a bunch of random headcanons! All of which relate to the holiday season cause I love this time of year!

Huey holds the record for most homemade Christmas presents given during the holidays thanks to his JWC skills. Webby is second

Louie wishes that homemade gifts were banned in the gift giving circle.

Dewey always hosts his annual Dewey Dew Night Holi-Dew Special in the Foyer in front of the Christmas tree, much to Beakley and Scrooge’s chagrin

Donald always insists on being the one to decorate despite the many accidents and holiday slapstick he gets involved in every year. They say, the amount of Holiday Slapstick Donald has been in could fill the entire ABC Holiday Special line-up

Now that Santa is no longer banned from McDuck Manor, he always stops and says hello the Duck family on his yearly delivery. Scrooge occasionally joins him and sometimes Scrooge’s Christmas ghost friends help out too

Bentina Beakley always makes the best hot chocolate with the right amount of marshmallows

The kids always go sledding with their friends on Killmotor Hill when the snow is perfect for sledding

Della still puts up a couple of traps every year “for old times sake”. The traps then immediately get taken down the very second Donald gets caught in one of them

Webby is the best gift giver

Huey, Dewey, and Louie got their “Picture with Santa” poses nailed

When given gift cards that are $15 or less from relatives, Huey, Dewey, and Louie will sometimes agree to combine their gift cards to buy something they all want

Drake, Launchpad, and Gosalyn are Jewish and all celebrate Hanukkah but one of their yearly traditions is watching The Darkwing Duck Christmas Special because Drake and Launchpad insist on watching it every year

Gandra Dee doesn’t celebrate Christmas, in fact she’s entirely anti-Christmas, but still chooses to celebrate Christmas with Fenton and his m’ma cause it beats being alone

M’ma Cabrera definitely watches a bunch of Hallmark Christmas movies. So do Huey Dewey and Louie. Also Donald. You know what, especially Donald

Donald’s favorite Christmas movie is It’s A Wonderful Life. It gets him emotional and he always breaks down when George Bailey is proclaimed “The Richest Man in Town”

Della’s favorite Christmas movie is Die Hard. It was her favorite pre-Moon, but the whole John McClane going through hell and trying to make things right with his family just hits a little too close to home these days. Also she says she could totally go through what John did

Dewey’s favorite Christmas movie is Home Alone. In fact he has even set-up a few Mccalister style traps in Donald’s boat house before. They weren’t perfect but they still worked on Donald. He was not the intended target.

Huey seems like A Charlie Brown Christmas kinda Duck

Both Donald and Della know it was Dewey who traveled back in time that one Christmas. Only problem is they don’t know what year it was he went back in time. They just assume it must’ve been on Christmas Eve cause that’s when they saw him. So now until Dewey looks a little bit older they will always be sure to greet Dewey with a mysterious “Welcome back” that sounds like it has multiple meanings whenever they see him after not seeing him for at least 5 min. on Christmas Eve. It’s a bit odd for Dewey to experience, ngl

Dewey and a few other family members will visit Launchpad and co. in St. Canard during one of the nights of Hanukkah to celebrate with them

Matilda always goes to Castle McDuck for the holidays

Donald usually sails back to Duckburg for Christmas, but on the years he can’t Della makes it her duty to FaceTime him on Christmas Eve

And now: The Worst Gift Givers of Clan McDuck

5. Louie, he’s a kid so I’ll cut him slack, but he should put more effort in his gifts. But he won’t

4. Goldie. Don’t ask her why the store security tag is still on

3. Gladstone Gander: King of the Last Minute Gifts, he’s lucky enough to get good deals that cost him next-to and sometimes nothing. Unfortunately the quality of gifts are “Acceptable.”

2. Gyro Gearloose. Just seems like someone who sees something and goes “Well that’s fine enough.”

1. Scrooge McDuck. Rich people suck at giving gifts. It’s a commonly known fact

Also this whole post was a ploy to read my holiday theme DuckTales anthology fic that shows some of these headcanons in action. Enjoy!

[sometimes-they-come-back-237]

[waveypedia]

Fenton and his M'ma for the send character thing?

ahhhh thank you I love them

Fenton

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang - he’s not hot he’s cutehogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: he’s very heroic and loves to help people! He’ll do anything for others.worst quality: he’s gullible ship them with: not really anyone tbhbrotp them with: Scrooge as a mentor, Launchpad, G Y R Oneeds to stay away from: Mark Beaksmisc. thoughts: PROTECT THE BABY AT ALL COSTS

M’ma

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff this could change, I don’t know her that wellbest quality: DID YOU SEE HER IN THE SCENE WHERE BEAKS LOST CONTROL OF THE GIZMOSUIT? GIRL WASN’T EVEN IN UNIFORM AND SHE IMMEDIATELY WENT INTO PROTECTIVE POLICE MODE. You can tell where Fenton gets it from. She wouldn’t make a bad Gizmoduck herself!worst quality: She’s very blunt. You can see the impact it had on Fenton when she badmouthed Gizmoduck (even though she didn’t know it was him) and his scientific profession.ship them with: no one yetbrotp them with: I feel like she’d get along well with Goldie and Huey. needs to stay away from: Beaks. He’d probably do something terrible.misc. thoughts: she is fantastic! she’s so fierce and I love her

[tokuvivor]

Do you headcanon that the gang teases Fenton about the fact that about a police officer being Gizmoduck’s mom?

I never really thought about it, but I think that’s an interesting idea. I mean, Gizmoduck is an armored vigilante, largely working independently from law enforcement, and Fenton’s mom is a member of law enforcement herself. So I would say yes, it’s plausible that that’s the case.

[sidecharactersdomatter]

Six Sentence Sunday (Karass Edition)

Heavy fog and a chilling breeze crept with the stealth of a domestic feline.

“How long has it been?”

“Welcome to Duckburg University!”

Outside a quaint and peaceful sidewalk coffee place…

“Directors.” Was the Austere magpie’s response.

Down a pitch black and narrow corridor…

[c0konk]

María: Murder is like potato chips.

María: You can’t stop with just one.

Fenton: M’ma! You’re a police detective you can’t say things like that!