August 13th - Adventure

August 13th - Adventure

I tried on it the longest

“Who am I? Who am I?! What are you even saying?! I’m the loser of the game you didn’t know you were playing!”

so…. “Other Friends” is such a Mad Ducktor song, I had to do this! Complete with him gettin all up in PK and Uno’s faces! (I made Uno an android bc how tf Mad Ducktor gonna beat up a nearly omnipresent orb?)

There was another panel with Lyla and Xadhoom but I scrapped it since I didn’t like how it was coming out.

also the android Uno design is inspired by @transdonaldduck ‘s take on him so!!! you get this mention!

August 12th - Teasing

Sorry, this is the only thing that I didn’t know how to draw to the very end

(Oh fuck, hand drawn wrong, shit)

Au where instead of bringing it to the hospital, Crowley just steals the antichrist, and then they become Adams dads.

Crowley tried to name him Jesus, Aziraphale called that blasphemy.

Ow it hurts, but at the same time inspiring

(Some quick sketch)

not to make myself cry again (ducktales edition)

but i have a secret headcanon that Louie keeps trying and trying and trying to find some way to contact his Uncle. 

He’s tried calling. It always goes to voicemail.

You’ve reached… leave a message at the…

And he does. 

“Hi Uncle Donald. It’s me.” That was one week after, still fresh from the burn of knowing someone had gone. “Hoping you call back soon. Or. You know. Whenever. Doesn’t matter.”

“Hi Uncle Donald,” he says two weeks later, when the moon is full, and he watches the house boat rock softly on the pool water. “Pulled another scheme again. Totally got caught. You would have hated it! Call us back. Soon.”

“Hi Uncle Donald,” he says, three weeks later, when his mother has gotten used to her place in the house, and has started trying to parent them, little by little. It’s strange. He doesn’t like it. “Just… checking in.”

On the night where his mother tries to give out goodnight kisses, he slipped off the couch and got away before she noticed, hurrying up to his room, dialing the numbers quick. By heart. “Hi Uncle Donald. Come back soon,” he says to the phone. He hopes that when his Uncle does listen to his voicemail, he won’t hear the sniffles. 

Louie Inc. happens just after. 

He does some things. 

Says some things. 

And a mother who’d left and left and left is playing parent, and no one understands-

No one understands-

“You can’t leave, too,” he snarls into the phone, trying to sound angry. Failing. “This isn’t- she’s here and she’s replacing and-” He wiped his face on his sleeve. Came away damp. “She’s not… You’d never… You were our…” The phone indents against his fingers, and he loosens his hold, as much as he can. 

It shakes. 

He shakes. 

“Sorry,” he says, finally. “If I say sorry, will that work? Will you come back, I mean? If I just say- I didn’t mean to. If this is… if I did something…” 

The message cuts him short. Message too large for inbox capacity. To delete, press one. To record again, press two. To send, press three. 

He hovers over the three. 

(He’ll press the one)

He hides under the covers and doesn’t come out. Not even when his mother comes in to say goodnight. He turns around and won’t say anything back. 

The next day he’ll try to call one more time. A little empty. A history of something he’d taken for granted beginning to wind little circlets around his ribs. 

He’s a scared boy. Lost. Alone. Crying out for the one person who’d always been there. And he wants his parent. He wants his uncle. He wants his…

(dad)

Uncle Donald, he’d say. Please come back. Please don’t leave us. Don’t leave me. You were a parent. You never left. You never, ever left. Not when I messed up. Not when I pushed all the buttons. You can’t leave. You can’t. Leave. We love you too much. You were our parent. I want you back. Please come back. 

He gets ready to say it all; pressing speaker and holding the phone tight enough to his chest to try and feel those arms sweep him into a hug that he’d always pretend to hate. Held the phone. 

Waited. 

We’re sorry. The inbox is full.

Something old

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