the moon's overtaking the sun

for the color pallete, Grapevine with Chibiusa!

taking her wardrobe cues from Dad today... I think she pulls it off pretty well!!

Fenton with 2 or 10 perhaps?

Be Careful What You Wish For 

When Drake receives a call from Gizmoduck there’s only one question on his mind. 

“How’d you get this number?”

His bitterest rival chuckles weakly. “Uh…Launchpad gave it to me?”

Drake pinches the bridge of his beak with a sigh, setting down the knife he was using to dice onions. He makes a mental reminder to tell his partner not to hand out his SHUSH-issued phone number so willy-nilly (especially not to this ninny). He also makes a mental reminder to change his phone number at his earliest convenience. 

“Well, what do you want?”

“I have sensitive information that I need to discuss with you in person,” Gizmoduck says, sounding about as suspicious as a person can sound. “Meet me on the roof of the old Glomgold cannery by the wharf in one hour.”

“I’m making dinner,” Drake responds, affronted. Immediately, he covers his eyes in mortification. He seriously couldn’t have said he was fighting mobsters or anything even a little more pressing? Maybe an aggressive soccer mom?

“Please, Darkwing,” Gizmoduck says, and there’s no exaggerated cadence this time. Gizmoduck sounds young and scared. “I wouldn’t ask if this wasn’t important.”

Drake muffles the phone against his shoulder and groans, annoyed and drawn out. He puts the phone back up to his ear after a good fifteen seconds. 

“Fine,” he spits, and hangs up. Turning around to scrape the onions into the trash, he shouts in the direction of his apartment’s living room, “Gos, looks like you can order pizza after all!”

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