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  There Was No One Left to Speak Out
Posted by: Ghost Cat - 04-06-2020, 12:59 AM - Forum: Fanfiction - No Replies

There Was No One Left to Speak Out
 
Summary: It was an end of an era and being a vampiress, Sonia Zimmerman knew that she would eventually outlived them all, the closest people she considered as her family.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any characters in this story that are associated with Darkwing Duck, except for my vampire OC “Sonia Zimmerman”, “Posiwing Duck” , and “Negawing/Necrowing Duck” back from my old role-playing days between 2011-12. Although not exactly a hero herself as she considers herself to be an “outcast”, Sonia would occasionally aided Darkwing’s gang and constantly rages an internal war with herself to retain her humanity so she wouldn’t be overcame by her vampiric feral nature. Anyway, the title is a reference to a poem named “First they came…” which was written by Rev. Martin Niemoller in 1945. He was put in a concentration camp from 1939 to 1945 for speaking out against the Nazi regime. This story was also written with the lyrics of "Gone Away" by the rock bands The Offspring and Five Finger Death Punch. Anyway, relax, sit back, and enjoy this bittersweet story.
 
(Maybe in another life...
I could find you there...
Pulled away before your time...
I can't deal, it's so unfair...)

Just like that, it was over. Posiwing Duck was killed five years ago, and his death marked the end of an era. A large bat flew down from the sky and glided through the single window of Audubon Bay Bridge's southwestern tower. It flapped its wings against the cold breeze as it hovered in midair for a brief moment, as if it was carefully analyzing its surroundings. Without warning, the creature began metamorphizing, assuming its natural form. From what used to be a bat, now stood a hyena woman in dark clothing. The woman frowned as she looked around in her new environment, then brushed some of her black hair out of her eyes. "So, this is Darkwing Tower?" She asked to no one in particular with an Hungarian accent. "Has it really been over eight years? It seems like ages since I've last been here." She sighed, shoulders slumping. "I knew that I'd eventually outlived them all... all the closest people I considered as my family, which is why I've always hated being a vampire. I'd better carry on with my task and take my leave soon before daylight arrives."

This woman, Sonia Zimmerman, as known as “Nightingale”, knew that time was of the essence as she promised to fulfill an important mission that Posiwing’s parents pleaded her to on the fifth year anniversary of their son’s death. She was a curly female hyena, tall and thin as a European supermodel, with a mane of flowing black hair that framed her beautiful face and her bangs covered her left eye, a stunning symmetry of ice-cold radiant yellow eyes, sharp pointed nose, a black star over her left eye, and full lips painted crimson. She wore a strapless, black velvet dress, with three zippers running down the front where there were bloodred colored words that were written on the front that read, "This isn't my blood". The non-decorative fastener was zipped down a fifth of the way, to make space for her large bustline; though her modesty was preserved by the purple tank top she wore underneath. A golden cross was attached to a matching chain that wrapped around her neck. Her lengthy sleek legs are emphasized by her fishnet stockings and her shoes were thigh-high black leather boots that matched her dress.

Darkwing Tower was half-washed in harsh florescent light, revealing a carved platform, one that had once been rough but had been smoothed over by the steps of those who carried the world upon their shoulders. A large computer sat across from those platform, the dim light of the stand-by mode revealing more of the tower. On the same wall of the platform were items that belonged in a history museum, items that would, hopefully, never see the light of day again. Hopefully, Megavolt's Tron-Splitter would stay off, hidden under glass. Hopefully, the red and purple colored court jester outfit with a harlequin hat would forever stay behind the creepy banana-headed doll, never to be used again. Hopefully, the deactivated orange and black cybernetic bull will remain inoperable within the stasis container, never to terrorize another living soul in his hellbent quest for vengeance ever again.
 
The biggest hope, though, she thought, staring at the wall of costumes, was that the costumes would never been taken from their homes in the glass. The biggest hope was that the world had progressed enough to never again need Darkwing Duck or Launchpad McQuack or Quiverwing Quack or Magnesium Mallard or even Posiwing Duck. That was her biggest hope, her biggest wish.

(And it feels... 
And it feels like... 
Heaven's so far away... 
And it feels... 
Yeah, it feels like... 
The world has grown cold... 
Now that you've gone away...)
 
With a sigh of regret, Sonia turned towards the computer she stood in front of. A hand reached out, and after a long beat, a slim finger touched one of the various buttons of the keyboard. The computer gave a beep, then asked whether she was sure she wanted to shut it off. The computer itself hadn't seen the restful stage of 'shut down' since its original assembly. It had been on stand-by, and even in hibernate when Darkwing had retired, but it had never actually been off since... well, suffice to say, the computer hadn't been off in a very long time. 
 
Next, the immortal vampiress glided over to the wall of 'trophies', as Darkwing had once termed it. Darkwing had always claimed that he kept the tokens to make sure the deadliest weapons never fell into another's hands, whether government or supervillain or superhero. Magnesium Mallard (or Honker Muddlefoot, as the vampiress still secretly referred to him in the back of her mind – he had been, after all, been like a son to Darkwing and Quiverwing’s husband, when you think back on how much it was astonishing that Honker progressed when he started off as Arrow Kid at the age of nine-years-old until he developed an advanced mechanical suit in his early twenties) had told Sonia, though, that his mentor had really just needed something that reminded him of why he fought. Sonia wasn't sure who was right, but she suspected that, in their own ways, they were all probably correct.
 
The vampiress took a deep breath and extended her hand. Her head slowly turned and she faced the large panel on the wall. It glowed black for a mere second, then, one by one, the lights turned off. Mr. Banana Brain was the first one – the light under it's case, the light that had burned so bright and shone so long, flickered off. Quackerjack’s suit was next, then the Tron-Splitter. Finally, a canister of radioactivity went dark, and the last one followed; Negaduck’s creepy bloodstained chainsaw, one of the many weapons of mass destructions that he had kept on his person until his death, slowly lost it's light and fell into darkness, finally joining the both owners in silence.

Sonia made her way towards the costumes, the florescent lights turning off in her wake. The entire tower was dark when she reached the glass booths, with the only light from said cases. She wasn't sure why, but she ended up in front of Quiverwing Quack’s costume first. Gosalyn Mallard/Waddlemeyer was the first, and only, woman to ever wear this suit. She'd started at a nine-years-old and swung from buildings and fought beside the Masked Mallard until she was twenty. Then she was shot – Negaduck took her alter identity that night, leaving her known as Gosalyn Mallard, daughter of (and successor) of mild-mannered Drake Mallard. She became incapacitated and she and her family were forced to travelled across South America to enlisted the aid of a physical therapist to rehabilitated her while Negaduck and the rest of the Fearsome Five assumed control of St. Canard’s underworld and took over several illegal operations within it. Drake and the gang found the doctor, however it led to a third encounter with Taurus Bulba (who was trying to use a mystical artifact to restore his organic form.) Fortunately, Bulba was defeated and the doctor was grateful that Darkwing and the others’ valiant heroics that saved her life and agreed to healed Gosalyn, although it took several excruciatingly months. 

Eventually, Darkwing and his companions returned to St. Canard and barely defeated the Fearsome Five - with the help of the Justice Ducks and "Nightingale" that D.W. summoned - atop St. Canard after a protracted battle. However, Negaduck refused to be escorted to the authorities and activated an “insurance policy”: several grenades that were hidden under his coat that detonated, killing him in the process while Darkwing and the others had barely escaped with their lives. It was certainly a close call that Sonia hasn't forgotten any time soon. Gosalyn had, of course, retaken up the Crimson Quackette for a while (since Quiverwing’s “death” was broadcasted all over the news and social media outlets by Negaduck), but after a series of fierce arguments with her team (especially, her father)… well, let's say that it didn't ended well.
 
Sonia reached out and touched the smooth, cool glass. The lights along the case gave a loud boom, then went out, one by one. Finally, the top light was extinguished, and the last thing the world saw of Quiverwing was the empty eyes that had once belonged to a little girl who'd fought so hard, so very hard, for a city that would soon forget her. 

(Leaving flowers on your grave... 
Show that I still care... 
But Black Roses and Hail Mary's... 
I can't bring back what's taken from me...)

The next case that Sonia stood in front of was Magnesium Mallard. Honker's costume was a black under-suit that had covered over his stomach, arms, legs, and neck, while everything else was left shielded by polished golden armor plating. He'd worn a blue-glass visor, giving off a faint glow that still illuminated the tower's darkness He'd been the fourth to go, after the avian aviator known as Launchpad, his wife and Darkwing, but before Posiwing Duck He hadn't truly been Magnesium, or maybe Magnesium hadn't really been Magnesium. Sonia had always secretly thought that Magnesium Mallard was the alter-ego of Arrow Kid, not the alter-ego of Honker Muddlefoot. In fact, the vampiress mused, Honker Muddlefoot was the true alter-ego of Arrow Kid, whose alter-ego was Magnesium Mallard. After so many years behind the cowl, Honker had stopped being ‘Honk’ and started being ‘Arrow Kid who pretended to be Honker who pretended to be Magnesium’. Still, Magnesium did belong in the case. Despite his timidity, he'd been a hero, and a damned good one, no matter how hard he'd been pretending to be who he wasn't. He'd died a heroic death, having prevented a massacre at the age of seventy-five and sacrificed himself for his deeds.
 
The lights went at the same slow rate, and the slate-gray and beige colored 'MM' insignia was the last to go, giving Sonia one last look at her late friend’s preferred symbol. 

(I reach out to the sky... 
And call out your name... 
Oh, please let me trade... 
I would...)

The next costume to go dark would be Darkwing Duck. He'd been the greatest, the best of them all, though Sonia would always say that Magnesium Mallard was better. Darkwing had hid behind the name of Drake Mallard, and done more for St. Canard, and the world, as both than some people could dream of doing. Darkwing was vainglorious and arrogant, but there was definitely no question that he was self-righteous. He'd saved the world, inspired generations of heroes, defeated villains, and so, so much more. His death had been heroic, as well. Fifteen years ago at the age of ninety-four, he'd jumped into his mechanical ‘Darkwarrior’ battle armor and helped his grandson, Posiwing Duck, whose archenemy and terrible twin - Negawing Duck - had become a vampire. Negawing had cleverly manipulated Sonia’s un-beating heart by winning over her affection, renamed himself as “Necrowing” and ruled the city with an iron fist with an army of the undead backing him up. Recognizing the grave danger that befallen St. Canard as she had unintentionally created herself, Sonia had successfully convinced both Darkwing and Posiwing to assist them. Like out of a graphic novel, the three heroes joined forces and together they rushed to Necrowing’s lair with their anti-vampirism vaccine and arsenal of weapons, defeating and curing all his victims in the catacombs beneath St. Canard Cemetery. Unfortunately they ran out of the vaccine, and Necrowing still opposed a major threat to them. The Masked Mallards and the Hungarian vampiress  lured Necrowing into the Tower where the heroes would have the advantages over the vampire. It was a risky gambit, but the heroes were desperate to stop him.

However, their plan began unraveling when Necrowing had easily overwhelmed this enemies with his incredible might, and keeps to his word to make sure that Darkwing and Posiwing suffers for bringing shame to his family's legacy, by attacking the heroes with brutal back-breaking techniques and dark energy blasts, almost bringing them to death, until at length he grew tired of the battle and felt that his ancestor Negaduck had further shamed his family by dying at Darkwing's hand. Finally becoming desperate, Posiwing activated a last-ditch effort, which had been a prototype solar energy machine developed by S.H.U.S.H. Off-guard and already claiming victory for himself, Necrowing dismissed the threat as a fool's errand until he was struck with the sunlight that was stored within the device and was overpowered; he realized how Negaduck lost to Darkwing in his final moments and he wound up paying the price of arrogance with his own life. Shrieking in a mixture outrage and anguish, he was then incinerated by the artificial sunlight, reducing him to a pile of ashes and bones. It was a harrowing battle, however the swords of justice pierced the denizens of darkness triumphantly once more, except this time with a tremendous price.
 
Unfortunately, Darkwing had sacrificed his life during the battle when he succumbed to his horrible lacerations, or rather, the life of Drake Mallard. Really, though, when Sonia thought about it, Darkwing had never really been the same after Gosalyn died at the age of fifty-one from natural causes as he’d been dead and just hadn't known it, and had been that way since he'd hung up his cape and mask. He'd become Darkwing Duck, and Drake had been the true mask.
 
Shortly after Drake Mallard’s funeral, Morgana had summoned her rest of her family and Sonia to informed them that she was permanently leaving St. Canard. She offered no explanation for that either and was not heard from since. Morgana's family and the vampiress assumed that she went somewhere to start a new life in Transylvania. It’s time, Sonia thought, as the lights went out slowly, ever so slowly, for the purple, pink and gray outfit to return to the darkness, to join the wearer.
 
(And it feels... 
And it feels like... 
Heaven's so far away... 
And it stings.. 
Yeah, it stings now... 
The world is so cold...
Now that you've gone away...)

The Hungarian vampiress made her way to Posiwing Duck, to Dustin Mallard, the biological grandson of Drake and Morgana Mallard. He'd probably been the only one who'd managed what every superhero had wanted; Dustin had a wife named Jessica, one who'd proceeded her husband to the grave by three years. He'd also had three fraternal triplets, two girls and a boy. They were grown now, and had been sixteen when they'd found out their father, still relatively young himself at the age of thirty-seven, had been found in the morgue. He'd mysteriously appeared there, arms folded across his chest, his taser gun in his grasp clutched tightly in his right hand. He'd died of internal bleeding, but had taken down an entire terrorist organization with a defective arsenal, still mourning for his grandfather and mentor.
 
The blue mask glared out at her, slowly fading to darkness as the night flickered. The last Sonia would ever see of Posiwing Duck was that navy blue and ivory white outfit, the one that she'd scoffed at so many years for having no creativity since it adorned an uncanny resemblance to Darkwing's uniform. 

(Gone away... 
Gone away... 
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah... 
Ooh...)
 
Launchpad McQuack was, of course, the last member of the original group that had started all of this when Darkwing accidentally crashed into his hangar during his first initial encounter with Taurus Bulba's henchmen  – had died as an old man at the age of eighty-two in a peaceful sleep twenty-eight years ago, surrounded by his sister Loopy McQuack, her descendants, Drake, Morgana, a fourteen-year-old Dustin, Dustin’s parents (Soleil McKnight and Draco Mallard), Honker, Gosalyn, Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webbigail, Doofus, and Sonia herself. Three days later, his body was cremated and his sister took off from the airfield at Duckburg in her specially prepared aircraft. She had his ashes scattered into the Atlantic Ocean to honored his final request. It was a fitting end for a skilled pilot of his caliber.

(I reach out to the sky... 
And call out your name... 
Oh, please let me trade... 
I would...)
 
Instead of automatically turning off the light, Sonia reached out and through the case as her vampiric senses detected something. Her hand, intangible, reached and opened the case to the bomber flight jacket. Then she realized that she felt an object was hidden inside it and gingerly pulled out a yellow paper out of the box. She was surprised when she discovered it was actually a picture. Looking at the brittle picture, her jaw slackened. What had to be Gosalyn as a nine-year-old girl with fiery red pigtails, held by her adoptive father Drake Mallard, took up one half of the picture, while Launchpad McQuack stood with his hand on the shoulders of Morgana. It was an ideal picture of a perfect family, if a little abnormal. This is… it has to be. It’s his surrogate family. This must be one of the very few personal belongings that he had left, the vampiress thought sullenly to herself while a tear fell down her face silently.
 
Her friends – the closest people she had to as a family since her eight-year-old Amsel died back in 1904 from a terrible illness and her husband passed away in early May 1915 during the Second Battle of Ypres in the first World War - had been gone for a long time, but the wound, both mental and emotion, was, and forever would be, still raw. A small content smile was playing on her soft red lips at the sight of the cheerful faces beaming back at her from the aged picture. She sighed dejectedly while she put the picture back inside the pocket from where she found it, then the lights flickered off, and Sonia watched as the brown-and-cream aviator uniform, flight cap and goggles went black for the last time.

(And it feels... 
And it feels like... 
Heaven's so far away... 
And it stings... 
Yeah, it stings now... 
The world is so cold...
Now that you've gone away...)

Dark wings surrounded her in the derelict bridge tower, Sonia's body shimmered for a moment and then where she had been a bat was fluttering into the night as her mission was completed, leaving a single non-vampire bat to screech in her wake and the single hope that there would never be another need for these heroes. There was no one left to speak out for the fallen.
 
The time of superheroes was over.

(Gone away... 
Gone away... 
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah... 
Ooh...)


The End


End Note: It's been close to eight years since I've last completed a story, and I got to admit that writing this project was... rather [i]exhilarating. This chronicle was dedicated to the memory of one of my favorite childhood shows, Darkwing Duck, and to my old friends of the Old Haunt. I imagine that reading this story might be lost less pleasant than you might have anticipated, but then growing up is often unhappy and one has to take the bad mixed in with the good. For example, Sonia’s life is full of hardships and tragedies, but she strives to live so she can preserve the memories of her friends and family. This is technically a one-shot for now but if the inspiration strikes me I might write a full-fledged story, probably detailing an account of Darkwing, Gosalyn’s, and the others’ adventures that took place after the series ended and led up to the events of this story. Let me know what you think.[/i]

I know that some people might think that hope is gone ever since the Coronavirus had happened a few months ago and affected the entire world. But they're wrong. Hope's still there. And we shouldn’t lose hope because of this threat. I think America - and the rest of the world for that matter -  - will rise up, stronger than before now that one of our weakness has been shown to us – arrogance and prejudice. The great fall of every hero. The people living in the countries throughout the world are such heroes, but unlike others, this is not the end. Our crisis gave us a brand new perspective, therefore new hope. Peace, boys and girls and keep praying. God hears your prayer, wherever you believe in Him or not. I’m praying for anyone who's suffering personally at the hands of this pandemic. May hope come back to us soon, God bless you all and God bless America!

Before we depart company from each other, here’s a few fun facts in store for you: (#1) Magnesium Mallard is, of course, a not-so-subtle tribute to Iron Man. (#2) Quiverwing getting shot is an homage to the famous DC Novels “Knightfall” and “The Killing Joke”, although there is no Azrael parody involved and Gosalyn eventually made a full recovery, but was forced to leave the nest due to a series of fierce arguments she had with Darkwing. (#3) Taurus Bulba’s scheme is a reference to one of the “lost episodes” that someone once informed me on the Old Haunt, although I’ve long since forgotten the title of the episode. (#4) Gosalyn’s demise is a tragic reference to her voice actress, Christine Cavanuagh, who unfortunately passed away back in December 22, 2014. May she rest in peace.  (#5) Soleil Mallard is a nod to Circus Soleil, my family and I were traveling to see them last year until we discovered that they cancelled the show when one of their formers died. May he also rest in peace. Anyway, fun fact session is over and I believe that's enough for today. I wish you an excellent day. Stay home, stay safe, take care of yourselves and we will endure this crisis together.  Dwcape

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  Returning Member here. Hey!
Posted by: Celey - 06-03-2019, 01:40 AM - Forum: Negaduck's N00b 101 - Replies (2)

Wow... it's been a long time. A LONG TIME. Nice to see this place is still up and running! So, how long has it been, you might be asking? Well, I did a quick looksie - I joined the forum back in 2010 (so, almost a decade ago! Huh!) and my last post was in 2012. So... about 7 years ago? Huh. That's... that's a long time. I feel... old? Or maybe like that scary movie monster whose hand breaks out of the dirt in front of their supposed gravestone?

(Also, I feel like I should add a disclaimer and say that a person can change a lot in 7 years! Cause literally I can't remember what all I've posted on here, but I do remember having some odd stuff going on in my history, and I feel like I've grown as a person since then? Although, I think I am still pretty friendly and of course very into Darkwing Duck. And I'm really enjoying the new Duck Tales!)

Also, I'm extremely surprised I remembered my password... Wow.

Anyway, hello all!

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  Ducktale The Duck Knight Returns Ending! Spoiler Alert!
Posted by: NegsyIsTheBest - 05-24-2019, 03:06 AM - Forum: DuckTales 2017 - No Replies

Do not read if you have not seen the latest episode of Ducktales: The Duck Knight Returns!

What did all you Darkwing fans think of Negaduck's surprise appearance in the end?! I totally flipped out and knew that was Negs early in the show, from the eyes when he was punching the actor into the closet and then when "Darkwing" pulled out the iconic chainsaw Negaduck uses. How the hell did Launchpad not even recognize that Negs anyway? I guess he's never been the most highly intellectual duck. Rather a pilot with a habit of crashing planes. BTW: I saw the episode after it came out on Saturday earlier this month!

Let me know!

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  Episode Discussion: The Duck Knight Returns!
Posted by: Malicia - 05-23-2019, 11:25 PM - Forum: DuckTales 2017 - Replies (2)

Figured I'd start a thread for anyone who wants to discuss S02E16 since it was quite a large episode and a special one for DW! What did you guys think?

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Question Darkwing Duck being popular in Russia?
Posted by: Daffytitanic - 05-04-2019, 12:03 AM - Forum: Duck Talk - Replies (7)

I was fiddling around with Google Trends. I compared how much Oswald the Lucky Rabbit and Darkwing Duck were searched from 2004 to today. What I uncovered was quite interesting for me to share.

When I looked at worldwide, Oswald was searched a lot in Japan, Brazil, Mexico, and other South American countries. I thought it seemed to make sense because Oswald did have some comics from South America and, he was in Japan before 2006 at Universal. But, Darkwing Duck, it turned out that it's searched far more in Russia than any other country in the past 15 years. So, Oswald is well known and popular in Japan but, Darkwing Duck seems popular in Russia.

https://trends.google.com/trends/explore?date=all&q=%2Fm%2F0n9ll,%2Fm%2F0jbwq

You can see some of the information listed here. But, why does Darkwing Duck have a great presence in Russia of all places?

I like to hear some of your theories or explanations of why Darkwing is searched more in Russia than anywhere else.

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  Greetings!
Posted by: NegsyIsTheBest - 05-02-2019, 05:06 PM - Forum: Negaduck's N00b 101 - Replies (2)

Hello one and all. Thought I'd like to give my hello to this group. I've always like Darkwing Duck though I have to confess I never watched the show growing up so looking back in my life it was a bummer. Yet however, I am glad I've gotten to know about the show later in my life and I honestly think Negaduck is the most kick ass villain out there!

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  Need Help Logging In to Duckverse
Posted by: NegsyIsTheBest - 05-02-2019, 02:38 PM - Forum: The Bar - No Replies

Hello everyone! I am having some difficulty logging in to the other negaverse.net site duckverse. http://negaverse.net/duckverse/. I registered, made a username, password, used my email, but I cannot login to my account and I have checked my email for the link to validate my email so I can complete the registration. I am being sent links to validate my email, however, the links are not appearing in my inbox on email account so I am unable to register. Anyone have any help or ideas? Thanks!

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  New Member
Posted by: NegsyIsTheBest - 05-02-2019, 02:27 PM - Forum: The Bar - No Replies

Hey everyone! Just wanted to say hello to all the new members and senior members of this amazing forum and website. I'm just a new member today as a few minuets ago and I'm already loving this place. I've known about Darkwing Duck and been a fan yet I have to admit I never once thought to see if there was any official website to which there isn't but I'm glad to have come across this place. I honestly wish I had known about this place sooner but either way, I am glad to be a new member of this community!

Best of luck to all! Let's get dangerous!

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  Pharaoh-Ink's Duck Doodles
Posted by: Pharaoh-Ink - 12-04-2018, 09:39 PM - Forum: Art - Replies (3)

I've been drawing Disney ducks continuously for about a year now, so in this thread you'll see an array of ducks ranging from 'hey, he looks pretty handsome' to 'that bill is not Tad approved!'

It's been fun regardless. I love these characters a lot and I don't think I'll be stopping anytime soon. :D


Here are some various Quackerjacks. Quackerjack2

I liked drawing coffee Drake, such a mood.

Some character designs from my Nutcracker AU, in which the cast of DWD just act out the Nutcracker. If you want to read about the full story idea, it's here: https://www.deviantart.com/pharaoh-ink/a...-772375843

The rest of the Nutcracker AU cast.

A few OC's and fan-characters.

More OC work.



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  Time to dust this place off
Posted by: Malicia - 12-04-2018, 04:29 AM - Forum: The Bar - Replies (3)

Wow, long time no see, eh?

As many of you are probably aware, tumblr just went over the deep end and everyone is jumping ship. I thought it'd be nice to revive the Haunt, especially since we'll be seeing more of Darkwing in DuckTales 2017.

So hello to all of the newcomers I've bribed encouraged to join, and for all you long-timers, welcome back!

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