We start with how I love that they kept his appreciation for a strong and fierce character. Just one of many reasons why the two of them are perfect for each other. (not for the rest of the world though 😂)

Them having pretty pictures of each other is always one of my favorite tropes! So Kudos to including that from the comics even though it never happend in Ducktales.

The weird floating thing they do for the whole comic is my main critic.

Two of the covers promised me my favorite trope of them traveling by broom together. So I am really sad we not even got one panel. I guess it was easier to draw them floating arround? But then don't promote otherwise ><

Still, I love how happy they already look together just starting. Its meant to be!

Yeah, Magica you are onto something here! Just admit it!

How her name popped into his mind looking at her while wondering what they mean to each other... Remember he lost all his memories. Her name came from his heart not his memory!

Here we have a nice not to the Comic "Obsession''. She stopped wanting the dime a long time ago and only keeps up the fight to be near him. And he enjoys it just as much!

Cute cuddling to heal the timeline. They started getting touchy real quickly ♥

Hate to tell you guys, you enjoy each others company so much without knowing each other cause your hearts remember the feelings you never admited!

Here is another critic I have. WHY does Magica speak french??? Its canon Scrooge speaks most languages of the world but not her. And when the excuse is ''magic' thats pretty lazy writting. Let him be the main brain! Magica has other powers and don't need to know everything he does. They complete each other. They have some different strenghts that compliment each other, making them more powerfull together.

Kudos for having public recognizing them on their date though. Its not their first one but never public battet an eye. Also Kudos for having fun going on in the bg, like Rosa always had 😂

Yes. THIS! This is what I was always praying for YEARS now! Finaly its confirmed official! Though we had a similar conclusion before ^^ (third pic)

I really wish instead of them going on countless adventures in one day and we only getting one panel each. We got ONE more into deep. But thats nit picking so I don't count it as real critic from my side.

This panel though IS critic from me. The same as with the french speaking. WHY is Magica the one carrying them?? Ducktales 87 Scrooge is confirmed to be physical stronger then all prisoners in jail. Please let him be the one to be more capable here. Again its hurting their powerdynamic otherwise.

I HATE the modern take that ''strong female characters'' have to be able to do EVERYTHING. No, Magica is a perfectly strong woman without beeing physical strong! It was Scrooges time to shine here again.

This is lowkey my most hated panel in the whole comic!

With that my critic points for the Comic ends though 😅 so you see, there is not that much from me and thats HUGE considering what that ship means to me!

Again just to heal the timeline LOOK at them beeing SO happy with each other. So in love 😭

Magica supportive of his strange quirks ♥♥♥

Look at his face after his family pulled him away from Magica. Does he look like he wants to go back to beeing enemies with her? Nope, so I will fix that for him in my sequel ^^

And for Magica aswell of course. Who had his Dime in her hands, but gave it back to him. Proving its not the coin she wants from him anymore but his heart.

And this is the ending picture. I assume this is what both imagine to see in the clouds ♥

And that was my honest review. I am super thankfull for the writers and the Artist for creating this Dimeshipping masterpiece even if it has some minor flaws.

I only wish I had the opportunity to draw a cover aswell 😭

Please note that everyone hating on this ship will be blocked by sight.

“Mh… yes. Tell me again how did you manage to come here—not in Naples, not at the base of Mount Vesuvius, but right next to my house.” “Well, that’s pretty obvious, Magica. I used a private Jet to come to the airport of Naples Capodichino, then I took an helicopter, a private one as well, of course, to arrive right here.” “Oh, of course. How caring of you, making all this noise and almost making me ruin one of my potions. And I have to tell you, you even managed to be really subtle. I guess not even a person noticed all of this.” The witch rolled her eyes, gazing to Ratface, whose expression was as annoyed as hers. She really didn’t like visits. Like, really. She hated them. She even put a spell on her family, so they couldn’t come to her house whenever they wanted! And she was a witch, living on a damn volcano. No one ever dared to come near her own home –just that rival of hers, but that was pretty obvious.- So, she couldn’t really believe that John Davison Rockerduck was actually there, in her little living room, while his assistant-butler-factotum Lusky was still in the helicopter, swirling around the Mount, waiting for his boss to call him back. “Come on, Miss De Spell, don’t be mad at me. I didn’t know how to contact you… it’s not like you have Duckbook or stuff like that.” The billionaire took of his hat, making a curtsy, a little apologetic expression on his face. Well, of course she had not stuff  like that. She was a witch, obscure magic, mysterious powers! How was that so hard to understand? Magica rolled her eyes, again, mumbling something, as she made a little movement with her hand, reluctantly inviting him to take a sit. Her house was not that big, and not that fancy… but she had a little sofa, one armchair, and stuff like that. After all, she hated visits… but sometimes she enjoyed inviting Madame Mim to her house. But only when she wanted. No surprise stuff. He put his bowler hat back on his head, sitting nicely on the armchair, leaving the sofa to her. At least he knew how to behave in front of a lady. But, for the moment, she stayed up, looking at him with a pouting expression. “You do have a nice house, Miss De Spell… a little old, maybe, but.—“ “Cut to the chase, Rockerduck. What do you want from me?” “Oh, come on, I was just starting a little conversation, dear Magica. And you can call me John.” “Ah-ah, yeah, and you can call me Miss De Spell, Rockerduck. I did not give you such liberties.” She waved her long black hair with a hand, her expression still stiff and annoyed. So stubborn. John couldn’t help himself but chuckling a bit. What a woman! It was so clear why she was such a rival for Scrooge McDuck. It’s not like he knew her really well, but the few times he talked to her, and that precise moment too, made him realize how alike the Italian witch and the Scottish billionaire really were. Even if one of them wasn’t a dashing, mysterious source of dark powers. Lovely. Actually, Rockerduck was a little intimidating by her, even if he looked so relaxed. He perfectly knew that she was able to turn him in a toad in a matter of seconds, if her mood was not the best, but he really needed her help. And, also, he admired her. The feeling was not quite the same, for Magica. Actually, she didn’t really like Scrooge’s other rivals. The Beagle Boys? Too stupid, such idiotic peasants. Flintheart Glomgold? Too evil, too black-hearted, even for her. That was something. And John Davison Rockerduck? He was rich, he had style and he knew how to be a gentlemen, but he wasn’t worth the spats of Scrooge. He didn’t fight for his wealth, he just inherited everything from his father, and he loved to show how rich he was. Ok, maybe Scrooge was even too cheap, but the other one was total opposite. “I’m sorry, Miss De Spell. Never wanted to upset you.” “You did just coming by my house. So, go ahead, before I get really angry. You don’t want to see that.” “Ok, ok, I got it. I’ll go straight to the point. You see, Mag—Miss De Spell, I decided to invest a lot of money on a new project, I want to extend my company in the fashion industry. I managed to buy a famous brand, stealing it right off the nose of Scrooge himself. The price offered by the brand was too high, he wasted time and I bought it before him.” That made the sorceress actually laugh a bit. Poor, poor Scroogie. “So, next week I’ll be hosting a party at my own mansion, celebrating the affair and, of course, Scrooge is invited.” “That’s really fascinating, Rockerduck, but I still don’t know how I fit in all of this.” She was still annoyed, but now she was a little more curious. It seemed like Rockerduck had a plan in mind. “Scrooge, at the beginning, was really angry, and didn’t want to attend the party… but I invited representatives of other brands as well. He decided to take the occasion, to try making affairs with them. And there’s where you are needed. You see, I really don’t want Scrooge to come to agreement with any of those brands, so I need a distraction. And who can distract Scrooge McDuck better than you, Miss?” Magica liked compliments. She smiled a bit, waving her hair again. “So, you want me to go to the party, and trying to steal Scrooge’s Number One Dime? To distract me? And what I gain, by helping you?” “That’s where you are wrong, Miss. We are going to trick Scrooge, because he will think that I’m going to make the brands despise him, and you are going to steal his dime. We are going to switch parts.” And, at that point, Magica’s smile widened. “So, I am going to make Scrooge look absolutely despicable in front of the representatives, so they’ll never make affairs with him, while you are going to steal the Dime for me. Am I right?” “Absolutely right, Miss De Spell.” It could actually work. Scrooge was going to be caught off guard. But. There was a but. What did Rockerduck actually know about Scrooge’s Number One Dime? If he knew its power, he would have never given her that little coin. “How do I know that you are not thinking of using and then betraying me, Rockerduck?” Her eyes were pure fire. Menacing fire. Rockerduck actually didn’t know so much about the reason why she wanted the Dime so much. He just knew she needed it for a powerful spell… he didn’t  know anything about the Mida’s Touch. Whatever was the reason of such an obsession, it was not wise for him, who didn’t know Magica well enough to fight her, to betray her. “I will not get in the way of such a powerful sorceress. But, if you don’t manage to ruin Scrooge’s affairs, I’ll stop helping you and I won’t give you the Dime.” “And, of course, if you don’t get the Dime, I’ll be sure that those brands will be so happy to come to agreements with Scrooge.” “I think that’s only fair.” “So, have we got a deal… John?” Magica’s voice was now soft, calm, low. She blinked twice, slowly. Better having his partner in crime in her grasp… with every way possible. And she knew how to enchant a man, even without real magic. Even if she didn’t like the man in question. “Of course, Miss De Spell.” “You can call me Magica.”

  Magica arrived in Duckburg the exact day of the party. She didn’t want to waste too much time. She decided to leave Ratface home, so he kept an eye on the Vesuvius. Magica didn’t want any of Rockerduck’s men to search infos about the Dime while she was away. It was really nice to see that Rockerduck handled her with kid gloves. He had booked (and payed) a suite for her in one of the finest hotels in the city, and he had also provided her with different jewels, make up and dresses for the party, so it was up to her to choose how her attire. Actually, she could make a dress appear with magic… but why not enjoying that luxurious treatment? She drank a flute of the champagne that had been left in her room, and then she started to prepare herself for the evening. After all, it was an exclusive event, and she had to stand out in order to talk to the representatives… and also to distract Scrooge. Yes, she thought that even another distraction would come in handy. She needed to look stunning. Well, more than usual. It was easy to seduce a man like John, or every other man in the world… but Scrooge McDuck was a totally different play. He was so stubborn, even a little misogynist, and it had always been so hard to catch his attention in that way, at least without using love potions. Magica chuckled a bit at the thought, taking off her black dress and entering the bathtub, enjoying the warm water on her skin. Seducing Scrooge… was it really necessary? Had she gone completely crazy? Maybe a little. Just a little. But she loved to fight with Scrooge, in every possible way, other than the Dime affair. Everything regarding him was a challenge… and she loved challenges so, so much. Of course she knew what the main goal of the evening was… but she could also have a little more fun. Distracting Scrooge McDuck from business and from the Number One Dime making him look at her like a woman. Magica could imagine those piercing blue eyes observing her, looking at her with need, with desire. Just the thought made her shiver a bit… or was just the hot water? She would never admit that to herself, at least out loud… but maybe, just maybe, she found herself being attracted by Scrooge McDuck. Just maybe, just a little. He was dashing, for his age, he had a really strong personality, he was always a challenge and, in a strange, twisted way, he was the only man that had ever been so long in her life. Even if he was her nemesis. The sorceress finished washing her body and her hair, as she sighed a bit, putting on the bathrobe. “Concentrati, Magica. Non sei una ragazzina. (Focus, Magica. You are not a little girl.)” She opened the closet, looking at the dresses that the third richest duck in the world had provided her. And one, only one really got her attention.

  “Mpf, that little imitation of a billionaire! Stealing the contract with the brand right off my nose!” Scrooge was upset. Well, he was a little more than upset. He could not stand loosing against that worth-nothing Rockerduck. “Do not worry, Sir. I am sure you will make great affairs tonight, Mr. McDuck.” Duckworth replied, driving the limo and taking his boss to the party at Rockerduck’s penthouse. “Of course I will, Duckworth. That rookie will regret inviting me and all those representative in the same house!” Scrooge almost yelled, as he took his Number One Dime off his pocket, looking at it. He couldn’t fail himself, his family, the memories that the dime carried, as he did. He made a mistake, unfortunately, but he was going to repair that mistake. He was going to sign so many contract, that evening, that Rockerduck could only eat his bowler hat in despair. Scrooge finally arrived at the other billionaire’s place, adjusting his tuxedo, old but still very classy, and entered the luxurious door, as Lusky controlled his invitation. As if was possible that Rockerduck had not invited him to show off in front of his face. In the penthouse, he could not see the other duck yet. Strange. He thought he was waiting just for him, mocking him and just making him want to punch that damn face. But maybe his absence was for the good. Scrooge immediately started to search for the representative of the most famous fashion brands… and the one from Goosace got his attention. She was a goose, with short silver hair, and a long black dress. Scrooge wore his best smile, approaching the lady. “Ma’am, such an honor to talk the representative of such a prestigious fashion house. I’m Scrooge McDuck, nice to meet you.”

The two of them chatted a little; Scrooge had learned how to master the art of conversation, even if he wasn’t the most talkative man in the world. But he had to be charming in order to continue his business. Scrooge was going to touch the “affair” argument, when the attention of the lady was caught by something. Or someone. “Oh, such a beautiful lady…!” She said, smiling, and then, only then, Scrooge turned his head, and his jaw almost drop. What in hell…! All the guests were staring at Rockerduck, who finally honored the party with his own presence. …Actually, they were not exactly looking at him. He was walking hand in hand with a woman, who was the center of everyone’s attention. She wore a beautiful red dress, red as a rose, red as the flames, a dress with a style from the 50s. Her waist was small, like she was a perfect hourglass, and the cleavage was… well, impressive. Not vulgar, but it enhanced the bosom of the lady. And Scrooge had to shake his head, because he was staring. She wore a necklace made of diamonds, paired with two big hearings. Her lips were red, her eyes made even more seductive thanks to black eye-pencil and mascara. And that hair, that shiny, raven hair styled exactly like they were in the 50s, matching the dress. For an instant, he could not recognize her. That woman… that mysterious woman at the side of John, that beautiful woman everybody was looking at, was Magica De Spell. “Excuse me…” he said fast to the representative, not even realizing he was a little rude, leaving without looking in her eyes, and he approached the couple. Couple? He didn’t know why, but the thought made him nervous. “Scrooge, old sports! Nice to see you here… I’d introduce you to the lady, but I think you already know each other.” “Scroogie darling, it’s strange to see you outside your bin. And in a tuxedo.” The witch giggled a bit, blinking at him. “You… how… why? How could you invite this vile witch?” “Scrooge, don’t be rude. You see, our dear Magica is my date for tonight. Don’t you think that this party needs the most beautiful gem to really shine?” John was talking with a lot of pride in his voice, and he slid his right hand on the witch’s hip. And. She. Allowed. That. And not only that! She smiled at him in a flirty way, as she touched his shoulder. And why that scene was making him so angry? “Oh, well, congratulations.” That word sounded like poison. Magica arched an eyebrow. Scrooge McDuck actually looked… jealous. Could it be? How? He had never thought of her that way. He had never been jealous, even when he saw her self-declared boyfriend, Rosolio. And she had not even started to seduce him, then flirting back with Rockerduck… why was he jealous? No. It was just her imagination. Of course, he was angry because two of his bitterest rivals were in the same room, together. Scrooge was not stupid… probably he was suspecting something. And he actually was. He really was suspecting something; if the two of them had become partner in crime, he could not let his guard down. Not even for a second. But the thought of them being not only partner in crime… yes, it was making him angry. Furious. But why? Was because Magica looked so damn ravishing that night? Or because, for the first time, he saw her flirting with someone else? Maybe because that someone else was John? “Do you think I’m dumb? Of course you two together are nothing but trouble. I’ll keep my eye on you.” And that said, he left, searching in the crowd for another representative to talk to. “It’s time to get in action.” “Couldn’t agree more.” “Oh, and John?” “Yes, my dear?” “Slide your hand a little further and I will strangle you. Got it?”

 “This is going nowhere.” John said, crossing his arms. “Oh, really? I didn’t notice, you idiot.” Oh, Magica was mad. Really mad. Not even in the mood to flirt with John. Why? Well, because their task was harder than they had thought. They really tried to approach him, but he was impossible to distract him. It seemed like he didn’t care about the combined attack, not even thinking of what the goal of each of them was. He just ignored them. “That old duck… my plan was perfect! You are not putting enough effort, Magica!” “Me? You are the one who doesn’t even know where to search for the dime!” The plan was actually good. In theory. But they didn’t considered two things. One. They didn’t know so well the other’s ambit. Two. They were absolutely sure that Scrooge was going to be anxious. But he was a great business man, an incredible adventurer, he knew danger very well… and he seemed already distracted. But not from the business, but from them. It was like something was keeping him from giving them any kind of attention. …Could that really be…? “John. Dance with me.” “What? Do you think that’s the right time?” “Trust me. Dance with me and then let me do my thing.” Rockerduck was not sure about that. He didn’t like not being in control of the situation… but the sorceress really looked sure of her plan, whatever it was. “…Let’s try this.” “And you have to dance with me like you mean it. Passion, you know? I don’t think that will be so hard for you, it’s not like you are fighting so hard not to put your hands on me.”

 Things were actually going great, for Scrooge. He did manage to mind his own business, being sure that the dime was always in his pocket. Perfect. He could not believe it… but that jealousy that got him made him so angry with himself that he absolutely wanted to stay away from the two of them. And the fact that they had slit up for all the evening was the proof that they were just teaming up. Whatever was their real plan, that turned against them. Everything was going great. Except when all the crowd remained weirdly still, as a tango music started. And he saw them. The two of them were dancing, and what a dance. It was really passionate, actually. Never thought that the rookie could have such fire in himself… at least not so much to match Magica’s one. After all she was a witch and an Italian woman, flames were part of her being. And as she moved, with her beautiful red dress showing maybe too much of her long legs, she really looked like fire. She had a seductive smirk on her face, and she was actually her who was leading the dance, with her perfect moves and her sensual body. But it wasn’t like John was not enjoying the situation, on the contrary. The desire he had in his eyes was so evident, his hands touching her hips, arms, sometimes her legs like he just wanted to rip off every piece of fabric from her. Magica had never let anyone touching her like this. Scrooge had never seen her attracted to a man… but that time she really seemed involved in that dance. She really seemed to enjoy Rockerduck’s touch. Was that even possible, for a woman, to look so seductive in a dance? His own attraction to her made him stay, looking at her like she was really a gem, the most beautiful gem he had ever seen. But then… then the tango ended. She pressed herself to his body, surrounding his waist with one leg, her breast attached to his chest. At that moment, Scrooge could not handle the fury, the jealousy. He was tense, his fist tight, shaking, almost bleeding from his palms. That witch. Damn her, damn all the women in the world. He turned back, going away. Magica looked at him. It was done.