mister duck

little-mister-universe  asked:

Hey there! Seeing your lil’ Theodosia made me wonder, are all your OCs in the same universe? Or am I just looking too much into wonderful art?

Haha! You might be looking too far into it!

Ginger and Cotton exist along-side humans, in old castles, forests, and tend to listen in to human conversation.


It is entirely likely Theo’s world is a future world of Red and Wolf’s! Their world is animals only, so it’s entirely possible they reside in the same universe, just along a different time in that world’s history.

… on the other hand, I just think a lot of storybook animals are cutest when drawn with their beady eyes. Hence why they all look like that.

Boy oh boy I can’t wait for some time/reality warping shenanigans leading to HDL and Webby meeting ultimate badass King of the Klondike Scrooge, back when he was in his prime and had no idea he’d one day be the richest duck in the world! God, can you imagine the ridiculousness? Older Scrooge is bad enough, can you imagine a Scrooge who can properly keep up with the kids??? It would be mass chaos.

Creepypasta #1082: Misser Duck

Length: Short

I never liked taking my young son, Ben, along on business trips, as he was at that tireless, inquisitive age whereby everything is either boring or fascinating. But Ben’s father - a handyman - was working all weekend and the regional office had a creche, so I decided to turn the trip into a weekend break. The hotel in Atlanta, Georgia was pretty, but past it’s best - the sort of place with lots of empty rooms. The polite young guy on reception took a shine to us, and gave us the penthouse suite at the regular room-rate, since no-one was using it.

The suite was huge: two bedrooms and a lounge; plenty of space for Ben to play whilst I worked on my presentation which nobody would care about.

“Misser Duck’s in here, mommy!” He ran out of the bathroom, looking delighted.

I barely looked up from my ancient laptop. “You mean ‘Mr. Duck’, sweetie?” He couldn’t pronounce his ‘T’s.

“Misser Duck, Misser Duck!” he was bouncing with glee. “He’s sayin’ fings! Come see, mommy!”

I said I’d go look later, pleased he’d made a friend to amuse himself, even if it was imaginary. “But ducks don’t ‘say’ things, honey. They quack! So why don’t you quack back?”

I became so engrossed in my stupid project that I didn’t notice it was growing dark outside. Ben’s giggles from the lounge spurred me to shut my laptop and call him in.

“I’ll order us some food, buddy. Sorry mommy’s not been much fun today!”

“S’ OK, mommy. Misser duck’s been quack-quack-quacking! He loves you.”

This made me smile, although I wondered what had brought a duck to mind, as we were about as far from any pond as possible. That night, Ben insisted he sleep alone in the adjoining bedroom; I agreed as he’d been so well-behaved all evening. I heard him whispering softly until late, and figured he was excited about being away from home and making a new, make-believe friend. I imagined hearing faint, raspy “quacks” echoing as I drifted off to sleep, and gentle duck footsteps somewhere above me.

The next morning I found Ben curled up under his bed in a grumpy mood.

“Whatever’s the matter, sweetheart? Doesn’t Mister Duck want to play, today?”

“Misser duck lef’ me all alone. He liked seein’ you sleep more’n me.”

I felt a draft on the back of my neck, and looked up to see the ancient ventilation shaft above the head of Ben’s bed, missing its grill cover. I rushed back into my room to find an identical set-up. As I peered into the black passageway, just big enough to fit a person, it dawned on me that Ben’s dad would have taught him the word “duct”, as he was forever fixing them in our apartment block. I’d noticed similar shafts in the suite’s bathroom and lounge, too.

“You lookin’ for Misser Duck? S’ OK, Mommy. He quacked me where we lived, so I quacked him our home-address.”

Credits to: Hack_Shuck

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anonymous asked:

Happy New Year Crutchie. I hope everything goes well this year. -M.D.

Uh - Thanks! Me too! Happy New Year to you, uh… Master… Disguiser?
Mister… Dumpling? Mega Duck? Lady or Mister or otherwise.

Of a Different Family - Part 2

Plot: James Buchannan Barnes is a very successful mob boss who falls in love with the mysterious singer who leaves her shoe behind in the alley behind his club.

A/N: I decided to go with a Fem!Reader take on this. It felt right for the thirties time-period.

Warnings: The mob, fear, guns

Word Count Total: 1878

Title: Of a Different Family – Part 2

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  Oh, Rose sure didn’t know what she signed up for giving him the prime opportunity to be in the buff like this. With her… soaked to the skin. Oh, if she made it out of this with her sanity and her heart intact, it would be a miracle.

   Too late, time to buckle up for the most embarrassing ride of her life. Doctor wasn’t even affected Rose, calm down. It’s juts a nice bath, with Mister Rubber Duck to watch over them. Yeah.

   Trying to play some normalcy into this she holds his shoulder in tender camaraderie. “Doctor, no need to feel sheepish. S’just us. Doing something completely human. Sure you lot had your customs, maybe big communal baths the high and mighty shared in all your perfect glories? Like Romans,” she teases, turning red as she caught her own slip up. Not like it wasn’t true, but like she needed to stroke his ego anymore than it is normally.

Merry Christmas, @tiaradrawsnotthatgreat!

I know I’m pretty late with this, but that’s because this is a two-parter Christmas present! Excuse my roughness as this is my first time drawing in the 2017 DuckTales style and finishing it, but I put a lot of effort into it. Here is Trixie Quackmyer being introduced to Donald Duck by Huey Duck. If you can’t read the dialogue because of my phone’s subpar photo quality, then here’s what they’re saying.

Huey: Uncle, this is- Ow!

Trixie: Hi, mister Duck!

Donald: Hello!

Huey: Trixie, Trixie Quackmyer.

I know my writing well enough to know italicized arial is not what people want to see all day, and especially when I get my good drawing mechanical pencil that is very precise and sleek. The ow is in there because Trixie is accidentally stepping on one of Huey’s feet. Donald isn’t smiling only because he’s unwary of this new friend of Huey’s and how she just stepped on his foot. Sorry again for the wait @tiaradrawsnotthatgreat!

#10: Rainy Day - Dan

Originally posted by sarahcatseye

Because it’s been rainy weather in Hawaii lately and I’ve been obsessing over Mystic Messenger for the last few days @beforethebraces I blame you for this lol). 20/10 would recommend to play because it makes me wish Dan or Phil (in some way, Phil reminds me of Yoosung and Dan as a little bit of 707) could be one of these boys and we can romance them. Side note: if you’re already playing MM, which boy do you like and/or what route are you currently on? I’m only on the 4th day of Zen’s route (I just started playing and bestie told me to play him first), but I’m excited to get to Jumin and 707. Jumin especially, because he’s got a cat named Elizabeth the 3rd (cat whiskers anyone?) and my nickname for him is “rich bitch” (though bestie call him Mr. Trust Fund) 😂

Rain: the weather that’s supposed to be the perfect excuse for couples to take advantage of the “sweater weather” and cuddle up next to a fireplace or on a bed next to a window. Or the weather where a cliché “rain scene” happens like in The Notebook or any other romantic scene where a couple shares a kiss while raindrops soak their clothes and gives them the 75% chance of contracting pneumonia. Then there’s me, underneath Dan’s dark shaded duvet with my phone in my hands, grinning like I’m watching a marathon of (your favorite TV show). 

“Babe, I made you some coffee,” I hear Dan call out. I’m not paying attention to him though, my (E/C) orbs remaining glued to the screen. 


“What’s up?” I ask distractedly. 

“(Y/N), are you playing that game again?” 

I press ‘pause’ on the screen. I glance up at Dan, keeping my grip on my phone. “What other game would I be playing?“ 

He places the steaming mug on the dresser. “Just wanted to make sure. You’ve been investing a lot of hours on it.” 

“I have to. If I miss a single chat, these boys will hate me.” 

“You do know they’re not real, right?” 

“They are to me.” 

He pouts. “And you’re choosing them over your boyfriend who’s a better Elizabeth the 3rd?“ 

I giggle. This is why Dan is a good boyfriend: he’s attentive to my needs and understands my obsessions. I knew he was worth keeping when I got into (your favorite band) and bought a bunch of their merch for me and wrapped them up in a gift basket as a Christmas gift last year. “I’ll pick you with cat whiskers over a real cat any day.” 

He grins, joining me on the bed and draping his arm across my shoulders. “So if I cuddle with you right now, you’ll ignore the game for the rest of the afternoon?” 

Oh, I see what you’re doing, mister. I duck under his arm and scoot a few inches away from him, leaving his arm dropping back to his side. “Not a chance. Juggling four needy boys and a female secretary is on my to-do list at the moment and I’m this close to getting enough hourglasses to finally get into deep story.” 

“Four needy boys? Wow, I got some competition.” 

“Not really. I mean, a narcisstic actor, upbeat gamer, uptight business man, and depressive jokester have nothing on a procrastinating, philosophical, cheeky smile, moth-fearer.” 

He pouts again. At this rate, his pouting will be slightly more adorable than the boys’ consistent questions of whether or not I ate yet (it’s ironic when they ask the question after I just ate a meal or when I’m as hungry as a feral tiger). “In that case, shouldn’t my cuddles be more of a priority over your senpai’s?” 

“They will be once I complete this chatroom and answer back to any emails and texts.” 

He sighs. “Fine. I’ll be in the living room with Phil when you’re done, alright?” 

I smile, moving back to his side and tilting my head to give him a brief kiss on his lips. “I won’t be long. I’ll be there in a few minutes. If you can’t wait for me, go cuddle Phil instead.” 

“If you’re not there in the next ten minutes, I might do just that,“ he mock-warns. 

“Fine… I promise. Ten minutes tops.” 

He wraps his arms around me for a hug. “I’ll hold you to that promise.” He releases his hold on me and, getting off the bed, gives me one of his dimpled smiles before leaving the room. 

I laugh to myself. I may love Zen, Yoosung, Jaehee, Jumin, and 707 (and even V if he had a route), but I love Dan just a little bit more. 

Okay, a lot more.

What I Call Life (Part 19)

Part Nineteen of the blangstpromptoftheday mpreg fic.

Parts 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 
15 / 16 / 17 / 18

After this, there’s only one more chapter left of this fic. This update is over 17,000 words long so it’s a doozy. Next chapter ends our journey and wraps everything up, so if you think I missed something in this chapter, it’ll be in the next one.

Songs in this chapter? Here.

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If there was one thing Burt Hummel was incredibly good at, it was being a dad.

Sure, he wasn’t perfect, but he did a damn good job with what he had. Raising a son as a single father for as long as he did wasn’t something he ever imagined, but he did his best. Whenever he looked at his grown son now, he had to give himself a pat on the back. Fatherhood was rough, but Kurt made it through his tough teen years with only his father’s help. Now Kurt was a responsible adult and an overall good kid, so Burt considered that an achievement. Unfortunately though, no matter how old Kurt got, he’d always need his dad. Always… and in that moment in time, his little boy needed his dad’s help.

He needed Burt to bring his soulmate back.

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