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VALENTINE'S DAY 2022 - MAGIC CHOCOLATE MEME

Mama always said, RP was like a box of chocolates... you never know what you're gunna get. And that's exactly what's in store here!

Somehow, someway, these ~magical chocolates~ have gotten into your character's hands. Did another person give them to you? Or did you make them yourself and someone did a trick when you weren't looking? Whatever the deal, your character will now be affected by eating those yummy treats! Bring on the flavors and the prompts!

Milk Chocolate
Going with a classic "Love At First Bite" - the next person you see, you're in love with! The degree of love is up to you - crush blush or comedically over the top hearts swirling around your head? And what happens if you're already in love with that person?

Dark Chocolate
Smut time - one chomp and now you're INCREDIBLY horny. You need someone right this second or you could go nuts. Maybe you really REALLY want the person you're with right now. How dare they turn you on just by existing?!

White Chocolate
"You know that's not real chocolate" NOBODY ASKED. Suddenly, you can't remember who you are, what you do, or anything about your life... except for the person with you. You remember them perfectly. How long this lasts is up to you, but that's what you get for insulting my chocolate.

Ruby Chocolate
After eating this chocolate, you are FILLED WITH CONFIDENCE. There's NOTHING you can't do! Climb a mountain! Fight a bear! Confess your crush! THE WORLD IS YOURS, NOW CLAIM IT!

Almond Chocolate
Nuts to this - you're now compelled to tell the truth about everything and can't lie. If someone asks you a question, you HAVE to answer it honestly. Hope you don't have any big secrets.

Green Tea Chocolate
Maybe the truth is too bitter - this one has you lie every time you open your mouth. I'm sure your partner will realize what's going on and not be hurt at all... fingers crossed.

Strawberry Milk Chocolate
Is this too childish? Fitting, because now you're a child! Either just mentally or you can also POOF into a lil you! But what if you're playing a child character? Now you're all grown-up. Enjoy taxes.

Nougat Chocolate
Who can tell who likes this? You can, because now you can read other people's minds! Even if you're not trying to peek, you can hear those thoughts loud and clear.

Bittersweet Chocolate
I-It's not like I want you to choose this prompt, baka! Eating this makes you into a tsundere - oh, shush, we're all anime nerds now, indulge in it!

Raspberry Chocolate
Yandere, stalker, obsessive, whatever term you prefer, that's what you are now - your partner is YOURS and NO ONE else can have them. Ever. Also their opinion on this is invalid.

Alcoholic Chocolate
Normally, eating one of these won't even get you drowsy... but again, MAGIC, so now you're absolutely wasted. Send out some drunk texts and enjoy the hangover in the morning.

Truffle Chocolate
After eating this, you suddenly get a glimpse of the future! Maybe five minutes ahead, or twenty years in the future, but you saw it clear as day! Or flip it around for some drama - you just saw a past memory of your partner! Who doesn't love a good mem-share event?

Candy-Stuffed Chocolate
Every bite is a different candy - and now you are suddenly wearing a different outfit for every bite! Maybe a suave tuxedo or sexy bunny-girl outfit? How about an embarrassing animal onesie or a bridal gown? Fashion has no limit!

Feel free to mix and match flavors or come up with your own prompts! You know how these work, drop a character, go out tagging, and have some fun!

nevermore_a_duck

It seemed that when it came to the life of one Donald Duck, his bad luck didn't just make his life go wrong : it made it go worse, and worse, and worse, going deeper and further than he ever would have thought possible. Then again, who could have seen him becoming an essential sex slave to an insane sorceress? Not that anyone would actually call it that... although everyone who knew about it certainly thought it.

But of course, this still wouldn't be the lowest point Donald's luck would bring him. There was always further down to go when it came to hell.

The "little romantic hideaway", as Magica called it, was of course in the deepest, darkest, most hidden spot of the city - beneath twisted trees and over bubbly swap, making sure no one wandered in there by accident. As a testament to Magica's raging narcissism, of course the large dark castle was shaped like her head. Subtlety was never her strong point.

For once, the grand entrance to this so-called palace was closed. Not locked, just not open. Usually when Donald arrived, it was already open and waiting for him. (Much like Magica herself.) This would be the first of many oddities that day.

blackmagicduck

Magica was genuinely happy - not the malicious smirk of making her enemies suffer, nor the lustful glee of a good night in Scrooge's arms - no, what was on Magica's face this evening was of pure happiness. And why shouldn't she be? The one person nearest and dearest to her heart was finally coming home. The moment she'd gotten the notice - via a letter tied around a raven's leg - she ordered the most lavish celebration the coven could create for his arrival. All the best wines were to be brought up, the fattest pigs slaughtered...

The entire castle was gathered in the throne room - slaves, witches, warlocks, relatives and minions, all were to be there for the return of the second head of the coven. The moment the doors opened, the music played, and everyone else fell to their knees in worship.

Funny enough, the man in question didn't appear to give a damn about what was going on.

Sure, he was smiling, but he wasn't acknowledging anyone he walked by, no matter how loudly they called his name and praised his safe return. As far as Lord Poe De Spell was concerned, there was only one other person in the room - his dear sister.

Once Poe arrived at the base of the thrones, he put an arm to his stomach and bowed graciously. Magica in turn placed a hand on her dress for a simple, quick curtsy. "It is good to see you home safe and sound, Poe."

"It's good to be home, Magica." He raised his head. "The conquest of the southern territories was a complete success. They shan't be giving us anymore trouble."

With the formalities over with, Magica suddenly ran into Poe's arms, and he held her as tightly possible.

lifesa_witch

Desperate times called for desperate measures, and right now, Magica De Spell was desperate. There was still no guarantee this would work, but she'd never forgive herself if she didn't try. Of course, the more frightening aspect was this actually working... and actually having to pay the piper, so to speak.

But in addition to being desperate, Magica was also arrogant. If souls did exist, she'd find a way to keep hers. She'd find a way out - but she couldn't afford to waste anymore time dawdling about it. The moon would only be in perfect alignment with the planets and stars for so long - and she could only stay away from her wretched kin for so long. The time was now.

The candles were lit, the sigils drawn, the prayers made - now the final ingredient was the sacrifice. According to the crumbling parchment, this would take a lot of blood. If she wasn't careful, she could die of blood loss... but, considering the future her parents had in store for her, dying might've been the better option. So, win-win.

With a great, shuddering breath, she drew the knife to her arm and made the cut, dripping blood onto the sigil. It hurt like hell, but she bit down on her tongue to hold back any pathetic cries. The time for weakness had passed.

"I summon thee, from hell and flame,
Duty bound, yet cannot be tamed,
Hear my call, hear my plea,
I offer myself - now come to me!"

lifesa_witch

The war between the De Spells and McDucks was almost as old as time itself. The origins of it were lost, not that it mattered much. Both sides were equally powerful, which was why many a bloody battle often ended in a stalemate. No one really expected it to end anytime soon, despite boasting from soldiers when they discussed the strategies for the next assault and defense.

For little over a year now, the next heads of both families had joined the central conflict. Scrooge McDuck was a brilliant tactician, able to lead his men to victory against overwhelming odds. Magica De Spell was as powerful was she was wicked, her powers over darkness instilling nightmares in those who survived her wrath. Naturally the two came at a head time and time again, never truly winning but never truly losing either. To those who witnessed these challenges, it seemed as if their hatred for each other was enough to scorch the earth.

But, as these things sometimes happen, the heat between them wasn't just due to the fire of combat.

On this night, with the full moon aglow, it was warm enough have those who slumbered sweat their sheets. As good as their magical defenses were, Magica was simply stronger. She couldn't send over her physical body through the various traps, but her power over shadows had been severely underestimated. It was child's play to sneak into the bedroom of the next McDuck clan head, and if she intended it, she could have easily slit his throat.

But that wasn't her intention. Instead, her eternally moving form drifted a claw-like hand over his face, watching him without a word.

lifesa_witch

The carriage ride was so long that by the time the horses stopped, night had already settled in. It was a full moon, allowing the stone pathway to be illuminated. The rider said nothing, simply taking Scrooge's bags and walking on ahead. With any luck, this wouldn't be a return trip - but luck had died long ago in this place.

In the distance, one could hear the caws of several ravens, far away in the dark forests. It was difficult to see the house in the darkness, but it was certainly large and grand. Definitely belonging to someone of high class and lots of money. After all, it was part of the reason Scrooge was here.

Another servant was at the door, waiting for them.

"Either look her in the eyes," he warned, "or have them stay on the floor. Never anywhere else. Just keep your introduction and qualifications short. it is..." He hesitated, glancing backwards. "Often too easy to stoke her anger. And lastly... never ask questions."

Some of these things had probably been told to Scrooge before - he'd been recommended the job, after all. Granted, the recommendation came with the mysterious woman buying up his shop like it was nothing. Still, it seemed at least the servants wanted this to go well.

Whatever "this" was... it was about to begin, if he was ready to enter.

blackmagicduck

One of the disadvantages of immortal youth was that it sometimes limited her options. If she wanted something fresh and young, she needed to be where the fresh and young people where, and gods, their music was awful. What happened to the good old days of violins and organs?

So imagine her surprise as she viewed the buffet to find one snack that looked older than most. She raised an eyebrow - he didn't seem to be in any midlife crisis. The exact opposite, in fact - like if he had any real choice, he wouldn't be here. Well... she could fix that for him.

She licked her lips, and then made her way across the room. A gorgeous beauty like her, it was like parting the ocean waves with a hand. She was by his side within seconds, sizing him up.

Nice, very nice. He even smelled delicious.

"Congratulations, you're the most miserable person here, and I think that includes the janitor."

blackmagicduck

Types Of Mermaid:
1.Good: Everything said about merfolks is wrong. They are reclusive, but not evil. Especially not this one. Maybe they even saved you. No matter what, they love you, absolutely. And, were you to be honest, it was love at first sight on your end, too. But that doesn't mean you can be together...at least, not easily.
2. Bad: Come, jolly sailor bold. Come into the arms of a mermaid, and you will not regret it. They will hold you, and you cannot resist, even as you're dashed against the rock.
3. Wild: Good and evil cannot be applied to mermaids here, for they are like any other wild creature, more beast than man. Yet the more they're exposed to the kindness of humans or others who live on land, the more fond they grow towards it - and those who show them that kindness.
4. Ignorant: The mermaid's intentions are good, yet he or she doesn't realize what they could do to hurt their land dweller lover.
5. The Mermaid Dilemma: What can be done if someone wants to do more with a mermaid than give them kisses or sweet words? Not much, it seems. At first glance, that is, though who knows what can happen if one puts their mind to it.
6. Not What Was Expected: Beauty is always expected of a mermaid, but what if such a creature looked more like this? Who could care for such a beast? Well, there's still charm there, and with enough personality, appearances can be looked past.

Scenarios:
1 ♢ Little Mermaid
♢ Mer
♢ One of you is a mer person with something you want. The other is a powerful mage who can possibly give it to you. Can an arrangement be made...?

2 ♢ Exploration
♢ Mer and/or Human
♢ Whatever you are, your curiosity has gotten the best of you. Whether it's a sunken shipwreck on the bottom of the ocean or a mysterious cove hidden away along the cliffside... Venturing with a friend or running into something unexpected... What will you find?

3 ♢ Exchange
♢ Mer and/or Human
♢ Sometimes, territories are broached, but it's not always a bad thing. Whether you're of entirely different species, or just from different seas, you've met in peaceful circumstances- perhaps as a direct result of those! So it's time for a cultural exchange. Just ignore the fresh water mer.

4 ♢ For Science
♢ Mer and Human
♢ This is a one in a lifetime chance.... for at least one person. Are you on an isolated island? A ship far out to sea? A highly funded aquarium? Or perhaps even a laboratory with more than questionable methods... Either way, you have the chance now to study something rarely seen before. How will it turn out for both of you?

5 ♢ Ariel's Dream
♢ Mer and/or Human
♢ Some say it's impossible for a mer to live on dry land... except that's been quietly proven wrong. One of you has taken to living among humans, whether for years or still learning the ropes. As for the other... Are you a concerned friend, checking in on them from the sea? Or are you a landdweller, stumbling onto a great secret?

6 ♢ Sea Life
♢ Mer and Human
♢ While they have the legs for landdwelling, some humans seem to have more saltwater in their veins than blood, and those are the kinds of humans that end up with dealing with the mysteries of the sea the most. A surfer catching waves with shark mer? A pirate bartering with sirens for safe passage? A fisherman working together with those who know fish best? There's all sorts.

7 ♢ Stranded
♢ Mer and Human
♢ Well, carp. Good job. One way or another, you're stuck where you shouldn't be. Whether that's a human lost in the tides, or a mer trapped against the land, you need help.... So don't be picky with what you do get.

8 ♢ Siren Song
♢ Mer and Human
♢ Sometimes, there's a good reason people fear the too wide expanse of the sea, or how deep its depths an reach... Strange songs which string through coastal towns and cause disappearances... The sound of something slipping through the water around a ship in the dead of night... Unexplained shapes which flicker outside of deep-sea vessels or submarines or installations. Do you want to know what's out there?

9 ♢ Capture
♢ Mer and Human
♢ Sometimes, there's a good reason why people fear humans. You don't belong here, being gawked at through thick aquarium glass or trapped in a too-small freakshow tank, but what can you do? Is there anyone who cares for your plight, or are there only people responsible for it?

10 ♢ Chance Encounter
♢ Mer and Human
♢ Well, this is awkward. You didn't mean to stumble onto a mer just... there, doing whatever, on the beach or by the docks or tangled up in your fishing net, but, well. It's happened. Now what?

11 ♢ Transformation
♢ Mer and/or Human
♢ For one reason or another, you want to go where you've never gone before... A mer, venturing on the land either as a rare chance or every day business? Or a human, accepting some sort of trade or just to run away from the life you have now? Either way, it might get messy.... Feel free to mix in with other scenarios.

12 ♢ Fantasy Meets Fantasy
♢ Mer and OTHERS!
♢ Who's to say that humans are the only other creatures in the world? Maybe people living beneath the sea's waves aren't the only strange things. Maybe there are centaurs who travel along coastal roads to watch the night sky along with mer astronomers. Perhaps selkies are just distant cousins. Or who's to say that mer can't be a host of things unto themselves? The ocean's the limit.

13 ♢ Sci-fi
♢ Mer and Human
♢ Some say astronauts are nothing more than sailors venturing off into another unexplored sea, one that's above instead of below. And, befitting those same sailors of older days, they seem to tell tails of strange melodic frequencies coming in over the radio to their ears, and strange comets that look like tails passing them by on a landed planet. Do they not know what's accompanying them in space, or is that what they're actively chasing?

14 ♢ Divinity
♢ Mer and Human
♢ There are stories told of what exactly it is that could be both human and fish... So it's not surprising that, eventually, one would land upon calling them divine entities, either gods of the sea or lakes, or just their messengers. Is that true, or just a very clever, long lasting ruse?

15 ♢ Afterlife
♢ Mer and/or Human
♢ Some say mer are just humans, wrongfully forced overboard by superstition or cruelty and welcomed by the sea into something more. Others say that they're the spirits, haunting a particular sea or lake town for a wrongful death. What's the truth? Time to find out.

16 ♢ Peaceful Living
♢ Mer and/or Human
♢ Not everything has to be a dramatic mess. Sometimes, things just... work out for the best. These are better times, and mer are just another part of life. Water-side towns where everything is built around those that share the waters with them, or huge metropolises with water tubes and sprouts for mer to travel through. How will you imagine this sort of life?

17 ♢ Wildcard
♢ follow your dreams, make up whatever

Mix and Match the two, or pick one! Pick one of my characters to play with!

blackmagicduck

The best made plans of mice and men, blah blah blah.

Revenge came in many forms, as far as Magica was concerned, and trapping her in a dime for years was something that warranted years of revenge in return. (Did it matter she instigated it with the blood war between their families? No.) This particular plan wasn't dignified by any means of the word, but she felt it would be worth it to see his pathetic face contort and twist in agony.

It was one of the oldest tricks in the book, as old as magic itself. She had rarely ever used it, finding love to be a disgusting matter, but now it could be useful. As a result, and her own narcissism aside, she didn't exactly read all the instructions. Like, say, how much to use for the desired effect.

She knew Scrooge likely hadn't changed his diet in the years she'd been "away", so any snacks he'd have would amount to a glass of water. Instead of lightly putting in a few drops (as was recommended by the ancient tome) she dumped the entire mixture into his glass. Bah, what did some old book know? She was Magica De Spell, sorceress supreme! All she wanted to do was humiliate him, and then enjoy the humiliation again once it wore off and Scrooge had to live with the knowledge of what he said and did.

Again, it would have been good of her to read about dosage in regards to long-lasting effects.

It took several attempts to sneak into his work office, hiding in the shadows, before she finally managed to get in. A quick transformation spell had her take on Beakly's appearance, and she knocked once before entering, calmly taking the role. "The latest stock reports, yesterday's newspapers, and your 'afternoon snack'." She listed off methodically, placing them on his desk.

lifesa_witch

Magica was tempted to throw the ridiculous thing out - Roberta meant well, but really, a dreamcatcher? At her age? Maybe it was Magica's own fault for complaining so much about her dreams. She didn't think her friend would take them seriously - especially since Magica wasn't telling the whole truth about those dreams. They involved Scrooge, but they weren't exactly nightmares...

"Bah", she said out loud, setting it up above her bed before blowing out the candles. "Maybe a good night's rest will give me a good idea on how to get the dime out of that old miser's hands." Satisfied with that, she tucked herself into bed, and drifted off into sleep easily enough.

Roberta, however, also hadn't told the whole truth about the dreamcatcher. It wasn't meant to catch dreams - it was meant to give them, and connect them. Maybe this would make her stubborn friend admit one or two things in the morning. She meant well!

In the world of dreams, Magica found herself where she usually did - at the Money Bin, ever so close to snatching the time from its sacred pedestal. The strange thing, though, was that Magica was fully aware it was a dream. How strange! Weren't dreams supposed to feel real until you woke up?

Oh well. What difference did it make? She carefully lifted the glass top off, thinking she was alone in Scrooge's office.

lifesa_witch

Lord Scrooge had been gone for five years, and at last had returned to the fair country even richer than before. Many rumors were buzzing about what transpired overseas, and what prompted his return. No doubt it was because his nephew was at the right time to marry, and he definitely wanted his assets in good hands. A welcome part of sorts was thrown together, despite Scrooge detesting such affairs.

The ball was in full swing by the time Magica and her brother arrived, him jabbering away about nonsense she couldn't care about. Her mind was elsewhere - it felt like an eternity since she'd last seen Lord Scrooge, and she had hoped her burning feelings for him were gone. Yet here she was, dressed to the nines, her heart racing. Would she see him as the adult woman she was now - or still as a child? She could never hope to win his heart. The sooner she moved on, the better.

She told herself she could change her heart, and for a good moment, honestly believed it. There were many eligible bachelors here tonight, many good in coin as they were in manners. But her eyes scoured the room, and the moment she spotted Scrooge from a distance, her chest seized, and all those awful feelings rushed back more intense than ever.

All the confidence she had died instantly - she didn't feel like a woman anymore, but like the little girl she used to be when she first met him...

... Back when she was first learning to play the piano, and detested it. Her patience was growing thin, and she held back a grumble, glaring at the keys, as if it was their fault she played so badly.

blackmagicduck

Time had passed since Scrooge had purchased the haunted mansion - a long stretch of it. Magica had abandoned any sense of time-keeping ever since she had been locked away, but she knew it had to be a significant amount since Scrooge first stepped in. He made for an excellent servant, allowing her to stay updated with the rest of the world while they searched for the key. And his reward for his help... was to cut off the ties to his family and make him starve for attention.

She was not a nice lady.

But, as these things happen, the more she played with him, the more fascinated she became with him. He became less of a servant and more of a pet - she was aware of the irony, given her chosen form - and desire had started to stir. Soon she'd have her real body back, but when she was flesh and blood again, would those desires be returned? She certainly had no way of tempting him while looking like a pussy-cat. Thankfully she was a creative sort.

On one night of a full moon, she patiently waited for him to fall asleep. It wasn't the first time she used her magic to look into his dreams, but they had always been for research purposes - to know what to say to keep him isolated from others. Now would be a little... different. It would take a bit more force, perhaps make his morning wake seem more suspicious, but what was the point of living without a thrill every now and then?

A shining gold ballroom, where masks and elegance were everywhere to be seen. Some of the faces would be familiar to the old man, others were blurs behind disguises. Magica allowed him to bask in this setting at first, let him adjust, let him think everything was perfect and natural.

He enjoyed the chase - she knew this from what she'd seen of his memories with Goldie. So instead of immediately honing on him, she let herself merely "be" in the crowd. Let him find her. Let him see her. Let him decide.

blackmagicduck

Well. This was going to be awkward.

Magica had once more thrown herself into her magical studies in order to get revenge on Scrooge McDuck and his family - so she told herself, when the real answer was to make a desperate attempt to get over her break-up. It was impossible to really admit it, as it was essentially saying she gave up vengeance for love, and honestly, what kind of sorceress would do such a thing?! With that, she bottled up her heart, and began to explore the wide open world to find more power. There had to be some sort of spell, curse, hex, potion, what have you, to destroy what Donald had done to her and then she'd be pure Magica again, all darkness. She'd gone halfway across the world in her quest, and instead of finding a cure...

... She found the disease. She found Donald - and then wondered what she had done to make the gods so pissed off at her. (Aside from the usual stuff.) Not only that, he was alone, injured, and without some help, he was a dead man. To be fair, the worst part of her reasoned, if you did leave him like that, he'd die and then you'd be free of him. There was no logical reason to do anything about it.

There was also no logical reason to pick him up and take her to her temporary place of residence - and yet she found herself carrying him away and mentally swearing at herself with every step. For all her magical prowess, she really knew nothing about healing magic. After all, she was an evil sorceress, why would she have wasted time learning how to heal people? So she had to do it the old fashioned way, with gauze and bedrest, while flipping through ancient texts to find anything of use.

Still, she knew she had to brace herself for when he woke up. No doubt he'd accuse her of kidnapping, hostage-taking, or any number of things. (Which you could do, the worst part of her tried to reason again, use this to your advantage! but she knew she wouldn't.)

This was going to be a long, long day.

blackmagicduck

At this point, it was difficult to tell when day or night began anymore. Magica's Shadow War had so thoroughly devastated and devoured Duckberg that sunlight rarely visited their dark skies. As a result, time became something like an illusion, and it became harder and harder to understand how much time had passed since her reign began. Worse still, this darkness was spreading beyond the city limits. The survives were in full-blown panic mode. Why was it spreading? Wasn't this place enough for their wicked queen?

Like so many unfortunate things, this was Donald's fault.

Though most of his mind was broken down by his dark mistress, his heart wasn't, and Magica couldn't keep an eye on him 24/7. Not all of Scrooge's treasures had been destroyed yet, and perhaps one of them, in the right hands, could spell her doom. The idea had been to send one of them away to his family, if not to defeat her then at least to protect them from her wrath.

A sound idea, in theory. Too bad she caught him in the act.

Now he was being punished, chained up in a makeshift dungeon - the entire mansion had now been fully converted in a castle of old - his wrists and ankles bound, and the collar now back in place. She let him stew in there a while to think over his sins before visiting him, opening the cell door and glaring down at him, the madness in her eyes clear.

"Enjoying your stay?" She sneered.

blackmagicduck

It had been one week since the "disloyalists" were punished, and the effects were still being felt. Slave and comrade alike were terrified to be in Magica's presence, lest they say the wrong thing to set her off and receive anything similar to what the husband and wife had gone through. No one was even sure what they had done - there were plenty of rumors, but the only thing anyone was sure that those two somehow proved they didn't belong in the coven.

It was perhaps because of this overwhelming fear that very few took notice that the formally ranked lowest slave, Scrooge McDuck, was being allowed privileges even highly-respected witches had yet to achieve. The castle library was filled to the brim with books, scrolls, parchments, some of it old as time itself. They had languages from around the world, scientific concepts that many couldn't fathom, and untold power lurking in the chapters. In the wrong hands, this room could've been used to destroy all the witches and warlocks in the land.

But it was in Scrooge's hands, so why worry? With her duties done for the day, Magica headed for the library - enjoying the shriek that came out of an older slave that accidentally made eye-contact with her - to see him. Her future husband was set to arrive soon, and as a result she wanted to spend as much time with her real lover as possible - that she'd be admitted, anyway. She also wanted to check up on his progress - surely a brilliant mind like his could improve leaps and bounds with the right setting. (Plus, she was a smidgen jealous that some musty tomes got him more excited than seeing her naked form, dammit all to hell.)

She knocked twice before entering. "I do hope I'm not interrupting anything."

blackmagicduck

If Magica had a heart, it would've been beating rapidly. Though she had longed to be free of her shadowy prison for centuries, a part of her had given up hope long ago. Even now, with the last of the ingredients gathered, that part of her said something wouldn't work. Scrooge's power wouldn't be strong enough, she'd been trapped too long - and then there was the horror of what if it did work? Would she age rapidly into bones or dust? If she lived, would she be able to adjust in this world? Ultimately, she was more afraid this night than she'd ever been her entire long, long life.

That was probably why she was so silent, as the last of the candles were lit. Technically, everything was being set up perfectly. She stayed on the while, quietly observing, staying as still as she could. Surely something would go wrong. Scrooge would change his mind. They'd gotten an ingredient wrong. Something. Anything.

Of course, stubborn as she was, she wasn't going to tell Scrooge how she felt. Let him draw his own conclusions.

"Hmm..."

blackmagicduck

There were so many possible factors to this outcome that it was truly difficult to tell which one was right - or if they were all right at once.

That years of captivity in the dime had taken away the last bits of Magica's humanity.
That someone loving her, even under a false love, was something she'd never had before.
That the spell she used to finally defeat Scrooge cost her sanity.

But in the end, did it matter? Now Duckberg was under the rule of a madwoman, and her reach was beginning to spread. Scrooge and his nephews had managed to escape, if only thanks to Donald's intervention, and he was now paying the ultimate price. The once proud mansion owned by the McDuck family was now a terrifying castle like those of old, and no one could trust their own shadow. Every raven was a spy, every night lasting longer than the one before. No one knew how to remain safe. But even if they were told, they might not believe it.

Because now, instead of revenge, Magica only wanted one thing - and anything that was a threat to it would suffer.

Like, say, ex-girlfriends.

Magica sat upon her golden throne, made out of Scrooge's treasures, conjuring up a spell to search the globe. Once she'd find these silly, stupid women who didn't know a good thing when they had it, she'd get rid of them. One couldn't run the risk of Donald still loving these wretched harpies. No matter where they were, she'd find them, surely she would, and then she'd bring them here, and then she'd take care of them right in front of Donald.

Then he'd see. Then he'd understand, understand how much she loved him, and how if he knew what was good for the world, he'd never love anyone but her.

She cackled deliriously, waving her hand to get a closer look at countries and continents. "Thought you could hide? Not for long..."

justasevil_twin

Repeating here just in case :

NSFW!

TW: Bondage

TW: Sex

Will add on anything else if needed.

its_no_use

Day by day, Silver was learning that doing was deemed right doing what felt right weren't always the same thing. The word "right" had a shaky hold on him, and it was having a horrible affect on his mind. He had grown up to fight against evil, to be good, right be right, black versus white, because that was what everyone had agreed upon every second of his life. Silver wanted to be right. He wanted to be good. More importantly, he wanted to be approved.

Which really explained why he was there, sitting on the floor of a partially destroyed and abandoned building. It was set to be completely torn down in a few days. Silver often came here to practice his unique abilities, and to keep himself hidden from the rest of the world.

Save for one person.

His legs dangled into open air, looking down at the next room below. He waited, trying to control his breathing, hands clenching and unclenching. This was wrong. Meeting an ex-prisoner was wrong. Befriending ex-prisoners was wrong.

Having feelings for an ex-prisoner was pitch black.

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melplayspersonal - VALENTINE'S DAY MAGIC - OPEN CHOCOLATE MEME
nevermore_a_duck - baby i'm preying on you tonight / hunt you down eat you alive ( magica x donald x poe)
blackmagicduck - reign over everything / take over everything (magica x scrooge x poe)
lifesa_witch - Never tasted as sweet / A poison as you have (scrooge x magica)
lifesa_witch - The outline that I drew of your profile was beautiful / I was stained and I fell (scrooge x magica)
lifesa_witch - So stay away from me / the beast is ugly (scrooge x magica)
blackmagicduck - Pass the test, t-taste the flesh (scrooge x magica)
blackmagicduck - MerMarch because i said so
blackmagicduck - When you awake/ you’ll think of me/Oh yes/you’ll think of me (scrooge x magica)
lifesa_witch - sweet dreams are made of these / who am I to disagree (scrooge x magica)
lifesa_witch - were you just being kind / or am i losing my mind (scrooge x magica)
blackmagicduck - and i want you / come and hold me now (scrooge x magica)
blackmagicduck - And please say to me / You'll let me hold your hand (magica x donald)
blackmagicduck - i don't care just what you think (as long as it's about me) [magica x donald]
blackmagicduck - Say that you want me every day/That you want me every way (scrooge x magica)
blackmagicduck - i keep on fallin' [scrooge x magica]
blackmagicduck - Just Magica! Just Magica! Just Just Magica! [magica x donald]
justasevil_twin - NSFW - Lien-da & Elias - Bondage
its_no_use - Secret Relationship - Silver & Shadow

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VALENTINE'S DAY MAGIC - OPEN CHOCOLATE MEME

baby i'm preying on you tonight / hunt you down eat you alive ( magica x donald x poe)

reign over everything / take over everything (magica x scrooge x poe)

Never tasted as sweet / A poison as you have (scrooge x magica)

The outline that I drew of your profile was beautiful / I was stained and I fell (scrooge x magica)

So stay away from me / the beast is ugly (scrooge x magica)

Pass the test, t-taste the flesh (scrooge x magica)

MerMarch because i said so

When you awake/ you’ll think of me/Oh yes/you’ll think of me (scrooge x magica)

sweet dreams are made of these / who am I to disagree (scrooge x magica)

were you just being kind / or am i losing my mind (scrooge x magica)

and i want you / come and hold me now (scrooge x magica)

And please say to me / You'll let me hold your hand (magica x donald)

i don't care just what you think (as long as it's about me) [magica x donald]

Say that you want me every day/That you want me every way (scrooge x magica)

i keep on fallin' [scrooge x magica]

Just Magica! Just Magica! Just Just Magica! [magica x donald]

NSFW - Lien-da & Elias - Bondage

Secret Relationship - Silver & Shadow

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