#magica despell ducktales

[asteroid464]

DuckTales human doodles 🤭 (ft Lucifer…)

[michimonie]

I recently read the Ducktales 2017 Art book. Apparently, if the show wasn't cancelled, they were going to actually have a romance between them, including a funny double date episode.

To the tune of "I could've been turbo" ... WE COULD'VE HAD MAGICSTONE!? (animated and not just comics)

Happy Valentine's Day!

[kaitosduckmania]

This spurred off from someone at discord conceptualizing the idea where Gladstone knocked Magica up, this is like a small snippet of the concept being told:

thanks @puffyducks for this dialogue

anyways this is gladstone after donald strangled the headlights out of him

[gyroinabirdcage]

a few days ago i had the great idea of doing some interpretations of ducktales characters as humans while trying to somewhat include my own headcanons for them sooo :D

in order we have: gladstone gander, magica despell, mark beaks, falcon graves, webby vanderquack, lena sabrewing, donald duck, della duck, violet sabrewing and gyro gearloose 🫶

they were soo fun to draw and while i was at it i did a little human magicstone doodle

[captainzigo]

[natfoe]

Wahaha!

[steeltwigz]

my masterpiece, basically

[anachrolady]

Duckvember Batch #5

I don't have much time for Photoshop anymore with a little one, but here and there I get time to practice with my Copics!  Thanksgiving set me back a bit but I'm still pluggin' away!

Agent Duck: SHUSH Agent Derek Blunt (C) Disney Zealous Duck: Magica DeSpell and her obsession with Scrooge's #1 Dime (C) Disney Forgotten Duck: Little Quacker (C) Hanna Barbera Professional Duck: The mascot for the University of Oregon ducks!

[goldiejake11]

Source:  goldiejake11

My Magica DeSpell submission for the #sixfanarts challenge

[cerospace]

Okay, I love the Magica we got, but at the same time I feel like we were robbed. (Though I'm not the biggest fan of her being a Chris Angel-type TV magician in this pitch.)

[drawingducktalesducks]

Lena: Not sure how I feel about this sorceress outfit thing...

Magica: GOOD! YOU LOOK ABSOLUTELY REDICULOUS! THE SIGHT OF YOU IN PASTEL BLUE FRIENDSHIP IS LITERALLY MAKING ME SICK!!!

Lena: Never mind I love it

[asteroid464]

Working on smth 🤫

[michimonie]

The full pages from today's "drawing ducks by the lake" session.

And some of my personal favorites

[uncaaj]

Fanfic: Blade Runner Starring Donald Duck Chapter 2 - Drawn Back In (DuckTales x Blade Runner)

CHAPTER 1 | chapter 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 5 | MORE COMING SOON...

READ NOW ON AO3!

Throwing open the flimsy wooden door to Mallard’s office, I was assaulted with a billow of purple-tinged smoke. The icy light of the city streamed in, cutting through the smoke like a sword. I waved it away with a tired sigh, which apparently alerted him to my arrival more so than the door clattering against one of his many filing cabinets. 

He tossed aside a manila folder spilling out documents and grinned at me like he just saw his sweetie waving at him. “Hiya, Duck.”

“Mallard,” I said, letting it hang among the shrinking purple fog.

He shrugged. “You wouldn’t have come if I’d just asked. Have a seat.”

I didn’t sit. I didn’t take orders from him anymore.

Mallard huffed. “C’mon, Duckard, don’t be a jerk about it. I’ve got four sinister skin jobs stalking my streets.”

Skin jobs. That’s what he called the replicants. In history books, he was the kind of cop who’d flip out and take on crime himself as a caped vigilante. None of us were certain he hadn’t done it.

I ran my hand through my shaggy hair and reluctantly took a seat in front of his desk. He dipped underneath and came back with a half-drunk bottle of hard cranberry juice and a pair of shot glasses. He talked as he poured. “They jumped a shuttle off-world, and took out the crew and passengers. We found the shuttle drifting off the coast two weeks ago so we know the fiends are around.”

“Embarrassing,” I said, taking one of the shots offered. Something to loosen me up a tad for the road. 

“No,” he insisted, “Not embarrassing, ‘cause no one’s gonna find out they’re down here, ‘cause-“ He jabbed a finger in my direction. “ -you’re gonna air ‘em out.”

I downed it and set the glass down. “I don’t work here anymore.” I thought this was obvious, but like always, Mallard needed the obvious hammered past his ego. “Give this to Gladstone. He’s good, with that luck of his.”

“I did,” said Mallard. “And he’ll be okay, once his bones have healed.”

My face stiffened. Lucky, lucky Gladstone, laid out in a hospital bed. If this were Denmark, something would indeed be rotten.

“He’s lucky he wasn’t forced to quit, or worse, and I realize the irony. Even so, he’s not as good as you.” He leaned closer to me and put a hand on my shoulder. “It’s bad, the worst yet. I need you, Donny. I need the old blade runner. I need your magic.”

He sat back. Wasn’t often Mallard gave compliments, but I knew deep down he was buttering me up. And I wouldn’t let myself give in to it.

I leaned in like he did. “I was quit when I came in here, Mallard,” I said with intent. “I’m twice as quit now.” I rose up and headed for the door.

“You stop right where you are!” Mallard ordered. “Feth?”

Feth met me at the door, crammed in the tight space between a filing cabinet and an auxiliary desk. The reluctance on his face was clear even in the dim.

I laughed and stuffed my hands in my coat pockets. “Et tu, Fethry?” I said, eyebrow raised.

“You know the score, pal,” said Mallard, “If you’re not a cop, not a hero, you’re little people.”

We had very different definitions of the word “hero,” Mallard and I. What he thought of as a “hero” just made me sick to my stomach.

“I’m sorry, Don,” said Feth, gulping. “Just doing my job.”

I wasn’t worried about him. I knew Feth didn’t mean anything by it. He was obviously sucking up for a promotion. Always a teacher’s pet.

I glanced at the side table to my right. Feth had apparently finished a little origami chicken from the candy wrappers covering the scratched and dented surface. I smiled at him and returned to Mallard’s desk. My gaze was drawn to his lamp with the pictures of his family on the lampshade, glowing with energy. I looked at Mallard. He stood like a kitschy comic book super, confident that he had me.

And you know what? He did.

I had quit because I had a belly full of killing. But I knew what Mallard’s threat about little people meant. And I’d rather be a killer than a victim.

“No choice, huh?” I said, bitter smile on my beak.

“No choice, pal,” he said, arrogant smile on his.

I sat down.

Mallard followed suit and clasped his hands together. He always did this when about to brief us.

“There was an escape from the off-world colonies two weeks ago. Six replicants, three male, three female. They offed 23 people and jumped a shuttle. An aerial patrol spotted the ship off the coast. No crew, no sight of them. 

“Three nights ago, they tried to break into McDuck Corporation. Two of ‘em got fried running through an electrical field. We lost the others. On the possibility they might try to infiltrate his employees, I had Gladstone go over and run Voight-Kampff tests on the new workers. Looks like he got himself one, or rather, vice-versa.”

“I don’t get it,” I said, “What are they risking coming to Earth for? It’s unusual. W-what do they want outta McDuck Corp?”

“You tell me, Donny. That’s what you’re here for.” 

Of course, I thought, rolling my eyes. I always had to have the answers. 

He rotated the screen next to him toward me. On it was the mug shot of a duck, dark eyes, strong jaw, short shaggy hair in a net.

“Who’s this?” I asked.

“5Y. Tyrell Batty. Incept date, 2016. Combat model. Optimum self-sufficiency. Likely the leader of this sinister six.” 

Mallard pressed a key and Tyrell was gone, replaced with a female with straight black hair. “This is Magica. She's trained for an off-world kick-murder squad. Talk about beauty and the beast, she's both.” 

Next one was another guy, big chin like a pelican, orange hair hanging over his forehead like a gargoyle. “That’s Launchpad. Video of the Voight-Kampff Gladstone gave him is downstairs. He’s an ammo loader on intergalactic runs. He can lift 400-pound atomic loads all night. Only way to hurt him...is to kill him.” 

The next one was beautiful, sparkling eyes that shone brighter than her blonde hair. “The fourth skin job is Lyla. A basic pleasure model. The standard item for military clubs in the outer colonies.

The pretty ones always were. 

All four were now on screen in a row. My virtual dossier. “They were designed to copy human beings in every way except their emotions. The designers reckoned that after a few years they might develop their own emotional responses. You know, hate, love, fear, anger, envy.” Mallard turned the screen back to him and I blinked. “So they built in a fail-safe device.”

“Which is...what?”

“Four-year life span,” said Mallard matter-of-factly. 

Handy. The McDuck scientists were regular geniuses. I had nothing to add to that except a smirk.

Mallard leaned in a bit closer. “There’s a 5Y at the McDuck Corp. When you’re done here, go over and put the machine on it.”

“And if the machine doesn’t work?” As far as I knew, the Voight-Kampff machine was only guaranteed for 4Ys and below, the dumber replicants.

Mallard paused and looked down as if he didn’t know what to say for once. Finally, he looked up. “I’m counting on you.”

I smirked. “Must be nice.” I went for the door and opened it. Here I was, hooking in once more. Was I desperate? Perhaps. Was I stupid? No way. I figured if I couldn’t take it, I’d split later, if nothing else than to make it seem like I had some choice in the matter. Feth probably wasn’t keen on me coming back anyway.

I walked toward the elevator and another pair of feet came to meet me. “Hey, so Mallard wants me to shadow you,” said Feth, “make sure you don’t get into a jam, with the 5Y out there and all. Just like old times.”

I met his gaze. “Sure is.”

“Lemme know when you're ready to head to McDuck Corp.” He nodded at me and left.

I turned away and rolled my eyes. First things first, before 5Ys, was getting acquainted with the Rep who put the apple of Lady Luck’s eye out of commission.

[astro-duck]

i love you ducktales women. keep girlbossing your way through the narrative queens

(this applies to literally all ducktales women, i'm sure i forgot several girlbosses in the making of this post and i'm so sorry to all of them)

[captainzigo]