#wip previews

[readychilledwine]

Run Away Love Preview

**this fic will be posted during my maternity time away**

She couldn't help but to growl at the High Lord as Varian shifted uncomfortable next to her. "When was the last time you paid attention to her, boy? The last time you actually listened to one of her mission reports instead of telling her to leave it in your office?"

Rhys opened his mouth to defend himself only to pause as Amren snarled at him. "You have not given y/n a single ounce of care since your mate came. You even stripped her of her duties to her home and court so your mate would have a place." Amren settled back into the chair, not even realizing she had stood in her anger until Varian gently grabbed her small hand in his.

"They married, Rhysand." He said softly. "Unless you plan on ripping the bride of the High Lord of Summer away and starting a war, there is nothing you can do but ask to visit."

[delightfulkingtyphoon]

(WIP)

I'm adapting one of my fanfics that I really enjoyed writing into comics (it might take a little while)

A preview (I haven't finished yet)

[radioactivepeasant]

Halloween Fic Special Preview!

(A little chunk of Jus Sanguinis for the week while I try to scrape together enough brain cells to finish the last major scenes)

The coastal city of Spargus had lived with the storms for generations, watching the once broad oases narrow and dwindle as the winds displaced topsoil at devastating rates. The sands had swallowed many of their warriors before the Spargans created The Crawler. The massive armored vehicle, replete with emergency supplies and enough armor to give even a metalpede pause, undoubtedly saved lives. But it was slow moving, and Wastelanders on foot often did not have enough time to get to the mobile shelter before the damage to their skin and lungs was beyond the power of an eco pack to heal. And being the only vehicle of its kind meant that if one part broke -- say, a blown head gasket -- the behemoth was stranded until a replacement could be located and driven to its location...after the storm had ended.

"Piece of crap-!" Jak aimed a vicious kick at the front end of the cab and slammed the door behind him.

"This never happens when Daxter is here."

"I don't know whether that is meant to compliment Daxter, or to insult me," his companion said dryly.

King Damas pulled his scarf further up over his mouth and nose and gestured grimly to the massive tank on the Crawler's back.

"The wind is picking up. We need to get inside."

Jak shook sand out of his goggles and dropped to the ground to join him.

"What about the rest of the raiding party?" he snapped, "We can't just leave them!"

Damas’s hand twitched -- the only visible indication that he had any opinions on Jak’s tone.

"Getting angry is counterproductive," he said sharply. "They are all experienced survivors. They will know their best bet is to make it to Broken Sandal Canyon."

You're tense, too! Jak wanted to shout.

But fighting with Damas, he had long since learned, was a very poor life choice. Besides, this man had all but pried him out of the jaws of death before he even knew what Jak was capable of, binding their lives together despite the doubts of his subjects. Jak knew he didn't deserve to be lashed out at. But he just couldn't help it!

Without Daxter he was on-edge. Unsettled.

It couldn't be helped: Daxter was very unwillingly resting at home with some variation of a local childhood disease. As it turned out, being born hundreds of years earlier did not make one immune to The Gripes. Jak, curiously, had yet to manifest the allegedly contagious disease, despite having been in close quarters with Daxter until leaving with the raiding party that morning. Perhaps it was his generally eco-saturated nature that made him resistant to some germs?

Speaking of eco, were you paying attention to your dark intake during the ambush?

Jak shoved the thought away and trudged through the worsening winds to the back of the Crawler.

His eco levels were a little high, sure, but nothing he couldn't handle. He'd gone days without exploding before.

Liar. You exploded every single day in Haven, or near enough to it.

At least the engine failure didn't prevent anything else in the Crawler from working. The closing of the back hatch left them both stranded in a little island of flickering overhead light, while the sounds of the storm faded to a muffled hiss. Damas lowered himself to one of the benches anchored against the wall and stretched his legs out, using the net of medical supplies hanging from the overhead rack as a kind of backrest. He seemed far more comfortable with the situation than Jak was. He watched Jak pace in front of the hatch, noting with some interest that Jak was far more on-edge than usual. He wasn't just frustrated, he was rattled.

"It's just a storm, kid."

Damas leaned back and closed his eyes.

"You've driven in them before."

"Yeah," Jak grunted, "with Daxter."

"Hm." The king raised his brows, but did not open his eyes. "You're not often apart, are you?"

"Not if I can help it," Jak answered shortly. "Not looking to repeat two years of involuntary separation."

The hiss of the sand against the hull rose for a moment in the quiet that followed Jak's words. Then, half to himself, Damas murmured, "Ah. The prison."

Jak's stomach turned a flip.

He still didn't know what had possessed him to confess to his erstwhile conservator why he could transform. What had been done to him in the pits of the Fortress. Damas had taken it well at the time -- no disgust, or condescension- or worse, pity. But the fear nagged at Jak regardless with each following day, whispering in the back of his mind that Damas was looking at him different now. That if Jak strayed too far out of line, his past might be held up in front of him in an attempt to make sense of his actions.

The second he told people something was wrong with him, it became their go-to explanation every time he did something they didn't like. Even Dax did it once in a while- though he at least made conscious efforts to be less careless with his words. Honestly, Jak was shocked Damas hadn't brought it up after his moment of defiance in the Arena.

Something smacked against the Crawler's armor -- likely a rock -- and Jak jumped and cursed. It was too quiet in the shelter. He didn't like the quiet, or the lack of windows showing him what was going on outside. It was like being in a storage crate, or a garage.

Or a cell.

Feeling an electric twinge of weirdwrongbad crawling along the nerves surrounding his scar tissue, Jak began to pace quicker. He focused on breathing as much as he could, and let his gaze sweep across the hold. Any detail that could set this place apart from the cells was noted and clung to.

"Settle, boy."

Damas still hadn't opened his eyes. He folded his arms across his chest and shifted his weight slightly.

"We'll need our strength once the storm has passed. Don't waste your energy on restless nerves."

"Easy for you to say!" Jak retorted.

Watch it, Jak. Eco's boiling up. Get it under control before you really start mouthing off.*

"We've both seen what a storm like this can do to a person. To a broken down vehicle. How are you so calm right now?!"

The older warrior's lips quirked up with a soft chuckle.

"I've been around, kid," he answered wryly, "I've waited out my share of storms in the Crawler. This is no larger or smaller than any other sandstorm I've faced before."

[equinista]

Oooh...a little sneak preview of the Halloween jump-cut saddle pads I juuuust started working on. :D So excited for these. Who doesn't loooove Halloween...! ^_^ (Oh! And...I will also be including just some Autumn themed/colored saddle pads as well! Autumn (and Winter) is my absolute fav time of year (I loath Summer, especially here in Hot and Humid southeast Florida, yuck) and I love the whole Autumn-themed color-scheme <3

[writebackatya]

Wip Preview!

Once again I’ve caught the writing bug. And once again I’m just too excited about what I’m writing so I thought I’d share a little bit

So come on! Come get your pre-canon Spear of Selene angst! All though this part ain’t too angsty. And this hasn’t been beta read and still a work in process so it ain’t final

Also in case you couldn’t tell, I love writing for Duckworth:

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“LOOK OUT BELOW!”

After hearing the inane shouting of Della, Bradford let out a quiet exasperated sigh; which was then followed by a rather loud startled gasp as the buzzard spotted the duck sliding down the stairs, using a shield as her personal board.

“Ah! Bradford?!” Della then swung her body into the direction away from the buzzard, causing the duck to wipe out off her board but away from Bradford.

“Umph!” Della grunted as her face made contact to the ground. She then quickly looked up to greet her guest.

“Bradford.”

DONK

The shield that Della was using as a stairboard landed on top of the duck’s head.

After the shield fell off her head, Della got up onto her feet, “I mean, Mr. Buzzard. Sorry, I thought you were Donald! He’s coming back home today and well you how siblings can get, right?”

“…No. I do not.” Bradford answered, “and yes, your uncle did tell me that your brother would be arriving sometime today.”

“Yeah! He’s going to meet the kids for the first time!”

“Yes, he also did mention your unexpected pregnancy.”

“Heh, yeah.” Della rubbed her head as she awkwardly picked up the shield from the ground. “Well I’m past that part, now all I gotta do is sit on them till their ready. So far, I think I’m handling things well. But let me tell yeah, pushing those three out was a whole another story. You ever push out-, never mind…”

“I see…and do you at least know who the father is?”

“Some asshole I hope I never see again.” Della chuckled which became rather awkward when she noticed the unamused look on the buzzard’s face. “I uh, suppose you’re here to see Uncle Scrooge?”

“Uh, yes.” Bradford cleared his throat and then look passed Della. “Does he know that I’m here?”

“Oh keep your shirt on, Bradford I’m right here.” Scrooge said as he made his way down the stairs.

“Augh, Della,” Scrooge sighed. “Did you just go surfing down the stairs while we have company?”

“Uncle Scrooge, I did not know, I thought he was Donald.”

“That’s not the point lass, I don’t want ya treating my house like it’s a skate park.”

“Oh come on, I was just having some harmless fun” Della explained as she once again rubbed the bump on her head, “our guest is fine and King Arthur’s shield is perfectly intact.”

“Della, please put it back where you found it.”

“I was gonna,” Della assured her uncle as she awkwardly backed away from the two older birds, “Anyway, I’ll leave you two alone so you can talk about business. Woo! Business. Heh, yeah…”

“Yes, thank you Della.”

“No problem, Uncle Scrooge. I’ll just, uh, be in my room till Donnie gets here.”

As Della made her way up the stairs she hissed to her uncle’s passing butler. “Thanks for the heads up, Duckworth.”

“I’ll be sure to speak faster next time, Della.” Duckworth remarked before joining Scrooge by his side.

“Now Bradford,” Scrooge began when Della had left the area, “I thought we agreed that you’d come over after noon, my nephew should be here soon.”

“Oh, right.” Bradford cleared his throat. “Sorry, I must’ve mixed the times up I can come back if you’d like.”

“Perhaps you can get yourself a personal planner,” Duckworth suggested getting a glare from the buzzard, “I find those to be quite useful when I organize my day.”

“Nonsense, Bradford. There’s no point in you leaving when you came all this way, I’ll have plenty of time for Donald later. Duckworth that’ll be all for now.”

“I’ll be taking care of young Della’s nasty bump if you need me, Scrooge. Mr. Buzzard.” And with that said, Duckworth left the two businessmen alone.

[marjansmarwani]

Seven(ish) Sentence Saturday 

tagged by @reyesstrand and @sunshinestrand so I figured I may as well post everything I have for this Marjan coda I spent several hours staring at today because it is sadly not much more than 7 sentences.

If there was one thing she learned from having her best friend and his parents die in front of her it was to never take those you loved for granted. 

She liked to think that she hadn’t, that she had appreciated every moment she spent with them. She appreciated the way Joey’s parents were always happy to include her, the way they were so often there for her when her own parents weren’t. They took her in with an effortless love; never once making her feel like a burden or a chore. They were kind and they were caring. They took an interest in her; went out of their way to try and help her shine in a way she never thought possible. 

Sometimes she wished they could see her now. 

Mouse had become Firefox: the daredevil; the badass firefighter who always stood up for what was right and never backed down. Not once. She had never forgotten what they had told her during that last fateful car ride: to always be heard. She had kind of taken it to heart. 

She had spent the rest of her life trying to live up to those expectations, to be who they always thought she could be. And she had—once she started trying it turned out it wasn’t that hard to be someone who was heard. What started as a facade became a way of life and before she knew she had people telling her that she was an inspiration; that they wanted to be like her. 

maybe posting it all will be the catalyst I need to actually continue it, who knows?   

no pressure tagging @kiras-sunshine @detectivecarlosreyes @reyescarlos @welcometololaland @strandnreyes @moviegeek03 @justaswampdemon and @morganaspendragonss

[midniterose]

If I post a collection of quotes from scenes in my WIP that I haven’t written yet, will someone promise to start bugging me to write it?

[oc-heaven]

WIP Sneak Peak

Summary: Just a little somethin' somethin'

CW: Just nudity rn

Christofor bowed before Rowan. The king stood before him, naked, the only scars on his body were on his chest as a remnant from his past life. He was overwhelmed by emotions: fear, lust, joy. Christofor’s stomach was in knots as Rowan told him to rise. He stood but kept his head down. Afraid to look Rowan in the eyes.

“I am, for a lack of better words, bored.” Rowan started, his face unreadable. “I haven’t the time to enjoy myself… even in my new life. Not that I have anyone I want to enjoy myself with. So, unfortunately, I must lower my standards.” Christofor knew the king held no affection for him, but to even be used by him was a blessing. “I want to test something, so I must use you.” 

“Of course, my Lord, anything for you." His heart was beating out of his chest.

“This body… it feels… pleasure in everything.” Rowan was thoughtful as he said this. “Even the pain, though it is there, is pleasurable.” 

“What is it you want me to do, my Lord?"

“I want you to fuck me.” Christofor’s throat went dry. How could such crude words come from someone so refined? Though even such crude words sounded beautiful coming from the lips of an angel.

[princesshillaryellaworld25]

Preview for Part 4: Ink Trouble

After Sick BF, Sick GF, Dave, Sick Chris, Sick PC and Freundin left from the Files home and brought Nathan with them, they were on their way to the Parodies town Asylum to talk to Sick Senpai and Sick Sky but when they were passing through the industrial town, they encountered a giant ink monster, let’s just say they’re for some inky trouble

Part 4 is coming tomorrow

@pony-central

@bunnykittenlover

[cidiper]

Future story I'm working on it dbdjfj

[chelzone]

(10/02/23)

work-in-progress, cropped previews of my drawing on @opossumvalleywv tomorrowz

did some funny lil redraws, featuring Ben and Damien from I Wani Hug That Gator ;03

[readychilledwine]

Thread and Finery Sneak Peek

**this will be posted during my maternity break**

Eris lifted one side of his mouth, turning his head to Azriel. "Are you her husband." "No, but-" "Then per Autumn Court Tradition, the court she is sworn into, she is to match her family. Though, I suppose that could change soon."

Despite the mask, Azriel saw something flash in Eris's eyes, a mixture of sadness, joy, and pride. Azriel realized slowly what the outfits meant to Eris and to Lucien. For Lyria, it was her brothers wanting to match for the first time in a long time.

To Eris and Lucien, this was a goodbye. One last time to force their little sister to claim her Autumn Court heritage. One last time to show claim over her, to say she was under their protection.

[archangelmacaron]

1 like = 1 WIP snippet

It's that time of week again!

[dardar-commissions]

Work in progress. . .

[seth-shitposts]

Heres a snippet of one of our upcoming oneshots

And Rex's prediction was accurate. Kanan and Zeb were having a very... passionate disagreement about who would be taking the last portion. Ezra and Sabine were placing bets on who would win. And Hera stole the last bit out from under the warrior and the jedi. 

[writebackatya]

Spend this Night with Me! (working title) WIP Preview!

You know when you feel like sharing a part of your wip with the world to show that you are indeed writing? Well I got that feeling now! And here’s a preview of the next chapter in The Iron Duck of Steel: The Gizmoduck Movie, Part I!!

I guess I wanna share this now since it’s the first scene I’ve ever written that features the Darkwing Duck trio (Drake, Gosalyn, and Launchpad) where they interact with one another! Also Alistair Boorswan is there too!

Anyway this scene is a work in progress, hasn’t even been beta read, so it’s due to change. You know how the process works, but for now. Enjoy

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St. Canard was a city with many fine establishments ranging from well-known chains to local restaurants that were well-known to the citizens of the large city. One of which was a small café that was about ten-to-twenty-minute drive from the Audobon Bridge (depending on traffic, of course), where the Mallards had decided to have their lunch today.

Gosalyn entered the restaurant immediately scanning the area. Behind the young duck was her father who entered shortly after she did.

“Nice place you picked out, Gos.” Drake complimented as he looked around the establishment and sniffed the air. “What do you recommend?”

Gosalyn was only half-paying attention to Drake for she was in the zone for her search, which reached its thrilling conclusion when she spotted her target.

“Uh, they got great food here. Come on!” Gosalyn answered as she grabbed Drake’s wrist and lead the older duck away from the greeter.

“Shouldn’t we-?”

“Oh don’t worry about that. This is one of those places that lets you sit anywhere you want.”

“Well do you think maybe we can get a booth? Afterall we are expecting-”

“Drake!” A very familiar and British sounding voice caught the attention of the mallard.

“Alistair Boorswan?!”

“Well what do you know!?” Gosalyn said acting surprised at the situation at hand. “Famed film director Alistair Boorswan and St. Canard’s most wanted actor Drake Mallard in the same location?”

Drake looked down at Gosalyn in suspicion but before he could say anything, the young duck hopped into the booth, pulling her dad in the seat across from the swan’s.

“It’s been since what, Darkwing: First Darkness? You two have a lot to catch up on.” Gosalyn said breaking the ice.

Boorswan glanced over at Gosalyn like a cat reacting to an unfamiliar creature entering in its territory before smiling over at Drake. “I know the last time we were together it was under circumstances that were rather…unfavorable for the both of us, but so I’m very happy to see that you are here.”

“…To eat lunch?”

“Ha!” Boorswan blurted out before picking up the menu. “Well, you’re not wrong there. I guess we can take care of our hunger eating at us before we get down to business.”

“Wait, business?” Drake asked while looking over to Gosalyn who had her face buried in her menu. “Is there anything you want to tell me, Gos?”

“Nope! I don’t even know what I want to drink yet.” Gosalyn answered bringing her menu closer to her face.

“Gos.”

“You know what? Can’t go wrong with a Pep. Now what to eat…”

“Gosalyn.”

“Aw cool! They got bread bowls here!”

“Gosalyn!”

Alistair slowly lowered his menu, “I’m sorry, but couldn’t you have gotten a sitter for your…child?”

“Hey! I’m fourteen; not a child.” Gosalyn glared at the staring swan.

“I mean really, I don’t know why you and your agent insisted that she be brought here!”

“Actually Boorswan,” Drake sighed as he pulled the menu out of Gosalyn’s hands, “it was just my ‘agent’…”

“Hey, babe.” Gosalyn held her hand out to the dumbfounded Boorswan who stared back at the teen’s devious grin.

“…Drake, please don’t take this criticism personally, but I really don’t think someone who is not old enough to drive should have the responsibilities of an agent.”

“I know how to drive.” Gosalyn folded her arms.

“Oh puh-leaze, you don’t even know how to count.” Boorswan once again looked towards Drake for help. “She demanded that I call ahead and reserve a booth near the window on the west end of the restaurant for four!”

CRASH

“Oh good, he found the place.” Gosalyn stated as she peeked out the window. The teen then looked over at Alistair with a cocky grin on her face. “Looks like I can count.”

“Sorry I’m late guys!” A shout came from the entrance disrupting the entire restaurant.

“Launchpad!” Drake and Gosalyn greeted the pilot as he slid into the booth, squishing Drake into Gosalyn in the process.

“Hey sorry I’m late everyone. Took a bit longer to drive from Duckburg to St. Canard today. What with all the traffic and evil robots.” Launchpad explained before bringing his full attention to Alistair. “Hey Mr. B! It’s me, Launchpad! Remember? We’re both Darkwing fans!”

“…Uh, hello?”

“It’s been since what, Darkwing: First Darkness?”

“…Are you his agent too?”

“No, I’m his pilot! Also I’m Mr. McD’s pilot. I’m a lot of people’s pilots. Two, I suppose.”

“…Drake, why couldn’t you and I have met in private without your agent and without your personal pilot?”

“Because I had no idea we were meeting today!” Drake exclaimed before motioning to Gosalyn. “And she’s not my agent. She did however arrange for this lunch to happen but did not let me nor Launchpad know that you’d be here.”

“Actually, she told me.” Launchpad admitted.

“Wait, what?” Drake and Alistair asked in unison.

“Launchpad…” Gosalyn groaned.

“Oh…so you mean Drake doesn’t know about the Boorswan’s big superhero movie which he wants Drake to star in?” Launchpad inquired out loud. “Huh…guess I wasn’t as late as I thought…Boy, am I getting better at this whole living two different lives thing!”

“Wait, big superhero movie” Drake gasped “YOU MEAN YOU FOUND A STUDIO THAT IS GOING TO MAKE THE DARKWING DUCK MOVIE HAPPEN?!”

The staff and other patrons of the restaurant flinched as the duck spoke in the quietest volume he could possibly manage.

“Gosalyn!” Drake smiled over to the duck currently snapping her fingers to make sure her sense of hearing was still working. “Why didn’t you tell me about this? I’ll do it!”

“…Ha-ha” Boorswan awkwardly chuckled before clearing his throat, “I’m afraid no studio out there is as passionate as we were about that project, Drake. But do you know who they really want to see?...”

Gosalyn slunk down in her seat, preparing herself for Drake’s reaction. While Launchpad sat back and smiled in anticipation.

“Gizmoduck!” Boorswan answered with gravitas.

“GIZMODUCK!?!?” Drake repeated causing everyone in the restaurant to once again flinch. As Alistair continued speaking, the other patrons and staff of the restaurant glared over to Drake before going back to their business.

“Yeah, I know. Not a really a fan of the name either.”

“Isn’t that great, Drake!?” Launchpad asked. “I just know you’ll be a great Gizmoduck, buddy!”

“Gosalyn!” Drake looked over to the duck who sat back up with her arms folded. “Why didn’t you tell me about this? I won’t do it!”

“You won’t!?” Both Alistair and Launchpad asked in disappointment.

“Because I knew that’s how you’d react.” Gosalyn replied to Drake. “Could you at least listen to Boorswan’s pitch first before we decide how much of the merchandise profits you’re gonna get from this.”

“We are not deciding any of this! Cause you are not my agent. And I’m not doing it.”

“Oh come on,” Gosalyn groaned, “this could be great for your career! God knows you need it.”

“I’m sorry Drake, but who is she exactly?” Alistair asked Drake motioning to Gosalyn.

“…” Drake looked at Gosalyn and then back to Boorswan. “Oh right, Alistair this is Gosalyn. She’s my…well I’ve been taking care of her ever since her grandfather-”

“Went missing.” Gosalyn answered for Drake.

“Right.” Drake nodded at Gosalyn, before looking up at Launchpad. “And well Launchpad has been helping me with her too”

“Oh…” Boorswan stated as he started to put everything together, “…so are you three a…family of some sorts?”

“Yeah!” Launchpad answered. “I’m the uncle!”

“…I…” Alistair tried to find where he wanted to go with that sentence but ended up grabbing a napkin which he quickly scribbled. “Drake, are you busy tonight?”

“Well, the three of us didn’t really have any major plans other th-”

“Terrific!” Boorswan stated as he held the napkin out for Drake, “I would like it if you came over to my place for dinner.”

“We’ll do it!” Gosalyn answered as she took the napkin from Boorswan. “Let’s say seven?”

“I’ve got some fun board games and my Darkwing Duck fan film in the car!” Launchpad suggested. “This’ll be a fun night!”

“Actually,” Alistair grabbed the napkin back from Gosalyn and tucked it into Drake’s shirt, “I only want Drake to come. Afterall it’s his opinion I’m asking for, not yours.”

Gosalyn grabbed Drake and motioned for Launchpad to join in on the huddle. “I don’t know if you should go by yourself. This movie will be a big deal and he’s taking you to his place to get wined and dined. I don’t want you get fu-”

Drake closed Gosalyn’s beak with his fingers as he looked over to his partner. “Launchpad, do you think you can watch Gosalyn tonight?”

“Uh sure thing, Drake does she have a hockey game tonight?”

“No, I’ll just need you to watch her tonight when I have dinner with Boorswan.” Drake looked over to Alistair, “I’m not saying I’ll do it, but I’ll hear you out. Plus, it has been a while since we’ve seen each other.”

“Terrific, I’ll see you tonight, say seven?” Boorswan asked while smirking at an eye rolling Gosalyn.

“Seven we’ll be fine.”

“Well, I’ll leave you and your family be.” Alistair stated as he draped his scarf around his neck and stepped away from the booth. “I’ll see you tonight Drake and…” the swan looked over to Gosalyn and then Launchpad, “…I hope you’re at least insured.”

Gosalyn pushed Drake’s hand away from her beak. “Make sure you wear your finest scarf tonight, okay Boory?”

“Cute…” Alistair stated as he walked away.

As the swan walked away, the table’s server finally approached the group.

“…So I assume this’ll be on one check?”

“Yep!” Gosalyn answered, “LP do you think you can use your company credit card?”

“Gosalyn!”

“Actually Gosalyn, Mr. McD doesn’t give out company credit cards.” Launchpad stated as he looked at the menu.

“What? That’s lame!”

“Are you three at least ready to order?” The server asked.

“Aw cool! They got bread bowls!” Launchpad set his menu down. “So I’d like to order soup in a bread bowl. But instead of soup, can I have macaroni and cheese?”

“…I’ll see if the kitchen can give you an adult size portion of that, sir.”

“Oooh cool!” Gosalyn set her menu down. “Can I get the same thing?! Adult size portion as well.”

“That adult portion does not come with apple sauce, is that okay?”

“It’s fine.” Gosalyn rolled her eyes.

“And you sir?”

Drake sat in silence as he thought about all the conversations he went through in the past few minutes. Everything seemed to happen so fast. In a way he felt trapped, but that could be because he was sitting in between Gosalyn and Launchpad.

The mallard glanced at the menu and then back to the server.

“I think I’ll have what they’re having.”

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…And cue DuckTales theme song

So that’s all I got for now! Probably won’t share another preview of this story until I finish a scene with either Dewey or Gandra

But in case you’re wondering why Alistair wants to make a movie about Gizmoduck, then perhaps you should check out the first story in this series, Up, Up, and Away!