#🏙 asks ; drake

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ITS WHUMPTOBER TIMEEEEEE

..... aaaaaaaand wowwwwwwww 😅

1/7 fics are done. 1 more is almost done. Its midterm season. I have 17 credit hours. This is just this weeks list of assigmnets and due dates

I have 75% clue what im doing. Theatre club? Is starting? Idk i kickstarted the thing sorta and got closed out of the loop but its fine. Im also gonna be helping to edit my uni's lit review. So like.

AHHHHH

But dw everything is fine and under control. Not my control nope i lost control about .... start of the semester, but God's got it.

Assuming i haven't committed sacrilege by invoking Him in my fanfic writer woes but. Id like to think He's mostly just... fondly shaking His head maybe.

ANYWAY

I AM gonna finish the 7 fics for whumptober (ifitfuckingkillsme) but i have no idea when they will be posted or what to put in the blurbs so let's just all be surprised together ok?

I will however extend this offer, here's an emoji clue for each and you can send asks if ya like and we'll see if i get to answering them before the fics are posted lmao

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One more hint: Tim Drake is going to have one hell of a rotten fucking month 😂

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𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

@decanard​ said: “ well, that wasn’t very heroic of you… “ (Mind controlled Gizmoduck @ Darkwing)

Drake hated attacking from behind... but the Gizmosuit was hard to hit from the front, so trying to find a chink in the armor from the back was really the only path forward he could see.

Unfortunately, the suit was stronger than he thought, and he found himself gripped in one of the powerful hands, squirming as he felt the grip tighten. He could handle a pretty considerable amount of pain, but he knew it was just going to get worse. He needed to get free, but how?

He loved Fenton. He always had. But things were getting terribly dire.

“What else am I supposed to do, Fenton?! I know you can hear me in there! You’ve got to fight this!”

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unprompted

Anonymous said: Drake, do you have a Darkwing Duck shrine?

“No.

No I don’t.”

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SEND ❓+ A QUESTION AND MY MUSE HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO ANSWER TRUTHFULLY

@vitalvoltage said: ❓+ "WHAT'S THE QUICK'S WAY TO DEFEAT YOU, DARKWING?!"

"I mean, killing me is the obvious answer. Because I don't know another way- I have yet to really be beaten! But obviously no one has killed me yet, so it stands to reason that's what it would take."

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unprompted

@sidestreetmuses​ said: “Oh, I must have the wrong address.” The dove looked flustered and uncertain. “I was looking for a Miss Bufflehead? My- ah, well. It’s complicated. You wouldn’t happen to know her, would you?”

It was impossible to avoid the way his body reacted to Miss Bufflehead. His shoulders tense and tight, feathers slowly ruffling up the back of his neck. It was instinct at this point; he loathed his old name. And if someone was here at his address, looking for someone with that name... no. No, there was no way she was mistaken. He knew exactly who she was here for.

Drake let out a low sigh, straightening as he closed the mailbox, trying his best not to look as irate as he felt. Someone from his mother’s social club, he wagered. Closing his eyes for a moment, he collected his thoughts and then looked back over at the dove.

“Mother sent you, didn’t she? You’re at the right house, and you’ve found the right person. But that’s not my name. It hasn’t been for ten years. My name is Drake Mallard. Please don’t call me... that.”

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HADESTOWN SENTENCE STARTERS - PT I

@histcryprcfesscr​ said:  ‘ i was a hungry young girl. a runaway from everywhere i’d ever been. ’

If someone asked him, he wouldn’t have been able to tell them what the little creature was. He’d sat himself down at the desk in the small office he was currently using, and there the little guy had appeared. He’d seen weirder, of course- the whole mess with the RAMRod had introduced him to a whole slew of odd possibilities.

This really didn’t surprise him as much as he thought it might.

Elbow on the desk and cheek resting against his palm, he listened to the read-through of the iconic line before lifting his free hand in a “so-so” motion.

“Needs a little more umph on the end. Has to kind of jump out. Not bad, though.”

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oh lawd it’s happenin

@rcwrittcn​ said: ❝ Y'know what's funny, Duncewing? ❞ Negaduck's voice echoes as he paces around the masked mallard with malicious intent, clear restraint in his voice as he waits for the drama to skyrocket. Metal teeth chomp below the hero, the factory's mechanisms loud as they were menacing. He leans on a lever; the slight tip lowers the chain closer towards the metal monster. ❝ This is SOFTBALL. You can't even foil a DEADBEAT ACTOR, what makes you think you stand a chance against ME? ❞

Drake Mallard was having a difficult day.

Not the least of which being that he was currently dangling by a chain above the grinding metal maw of a crusher below him. The thing was meant for decimating recycling, and as easily as it could rip through tin cans, it could even more easily make mush of the fledgling vigilante.

He did have his skills, of course. He was limber and double jointed, and he was already very nearly out of the restrictions binding him, his head snapping back towards the madman in yellow as he finally felt the give he needed to slip out of the coils of chains around his broad frame. His brow furrowed briefly... couldn’t give away that he could get free at any time now.

“If this is softball, Negaduck, you’re just playing t-ball!” he bit back, jerking one shoulder. Make it look good. He was an actor first, after all. “Just wait until I’m free of these chains!”

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unprompted

Anonymous said: Drake, how did you get comfortable enough to tell Jim about being trans?

“I told him the first time he told me he thought I was attractive.

Look, I’m thirty years old. I came out when I was seventeen. I know at this point that I need to be open about it with people. So it wasn’t a matter of comfort. He said I was good looking, and I blurted out “You need to know that I’m trans.”

That’s it. He blinked a few times, then just said “Okay. Doesn’t change what I said.” And that was the end of that.”

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Injured/Bleeding Sentence Starters

@clucktales​ said: "you're bleeding!"

“Am I?”

He hadn’t noticed. The fight had gone well, or at least he thought it had. But now he was standing in front of Launchpad, looking up at the pilot, and his hand went to his own side where he thought he’d gotten hit. It seemed he hadn’t just gotten hit... they must have gotten him with a knife.

It couldn’t be too deep, could it? The suit was a heavy duty fabric Fenton had recommended, specifically to avoid situations like this. Maybe it was the angle? Drake frowned a little, covering the spot with his hand before withdrawing, an expression startled when he came back with the soft white feathers of his palm wet and red.

“...huh. So I am.”

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ask my muse about the people in their lives

Anonymous said: Drake are you going to be okay with your daughter possibly dating in a few years?

"I mean... is any parent ever? I'm not gonna stop her when she wants to start dating, though. She's a smart girl, and I trust her to make good decisions and call me if she needs help. I also know she's tough as nails.

I mean obviously I'll set curfews and everything, but I'm not going to stand in her way. All being overly strict does is teach your kid they can't trust you when something does happen."

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SHIPPY SENTENCE STARTERS.

@clucktales​ said: "you're in love with me. I know you're in love with me."

It was something he’d dealt with when he was younger. That young Drake, before he knew who he really was, before he knew who he would really be? He’d had that young crush on Jim, who had been his hero and his inspiration growing up. The one who’d helped him realize who he really was, and who he would become.

But hearing that shook him to his core. Swallowing, he frowned, brow knitting as he leaned back and away from him. He was wary, especially after their last encounter, but he couldn’t exactly push away from that lump in his throat, or the twist in his stomach.

“It- I- I mean, maybe when I was younger. Now, I- Jim, you tried to kill me. What am I supposed to think about that?”

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Soft & Bittersweet Sentence Starters

@clucktales​ said: "What would you say if I told you I’m in love with you?" - Launchpad to Drake

Drake was genuinely stunned he didn’t hurt his neck whipping his head around to look up at Launchpad, breath catching in his throat at the comment. He stared for a moment or two, trying to sort through his thoughts. He adored Launchpad, of course. They were as close as two men could be, but this?

He hadn’t expected that, though. Quietly, he rubbed his hands against his shirt, his feelings going absolutely haywire.

“I’d... I think I’d ask if you meant it. That was... I mean, that was kind of out of left field, but... I mean...” A pause, just to gather his thoughts. “...are you? In... you know. That. With me.”

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@clucktales​ said: “ i can’t be a bad guy with no hero to stop me, bud. that’s your job. remember? ”

Fuck but that hurt.

His famous resilience was at least holding out, but the long gash along his side was a grim reminder that whatever in this world protected him could only go so far. Dragging in a sharp breath, he closed his eyes for a moment to regain his focus. Work through the pain. Get back up.

It was so hard to wrap his head around Jim being the one doing this. They’d been positive Jim had died. But here he was, in the flesh... and even more murder-y than Drake remembered.

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you, Jim... you’re the one who keeps stabbing at me every time you see me.”

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@directorsteelbeak​ said: ‘I was a kid who was stuck in his room. there isn’t much more to say about it.’ steelbeak to Drake

That was something Drake knew too well. He knew what that felt like, to hide away, try to avoid the world outside that had told him quite clearly that he didn’t belong. That he was not part of this wide, pulsing mess of life... that he could never be, because he was different. Other.

And though their circumstances were very different, it seemed to him that Steelbeak understood it too. Sighing softly, he folded his hands in his lap, giving the rooster a thoughtful look, expression distant.

“Believe me... I get it. Mother just... she wanted me to be something I wasn’t. That I could never be. My room felt like the only place I was safe from her.”

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@ducktales-wco-oo​ said: ‘when you’re a kid and you’re stuck in your room, you’ll do any old thing to get out of it.’  The small duck says with an awkward shrug; Fenton doesn’t know how the subject of childhood uneasily popped up, but truthfully- he’s uncertain how much of his own he’s willing to divulge. From what he knows of Drake, he has an inkling the feeling is mutual. Still… He’s not one to deny another the chance to share or catharsis. But it is disorienting, how abruptly it occurred to him that… as much as he may care for and about Drake, there’s a lot about himself he keeps close to his chest.

And perhaps- he’s not alone in this. - (*yeets because Woops I guess*)

Typically, Drake disliked talking about his past. He’d divulged what he felt necessary once to Fenton, but it was as bare bones as he could manage: he grew up in Cape Suzette, had a bad relationship with his parents, and ran off to go to college at Juillimallard as soon as he’d turned eighteen, where he’d finally - safely - transitioned. Never about the isolation, feeling like a stranger in his own skin, like his name and person weren’t his own under the scowling eye of a mother who disapproved of every choice. He was happy now, so why burden Fenton with the weight of his dismal past? He was the Darkwing Duck, had an amazing kid in Gosalyn, and a stalwart best friend in Launchpad.

And just as importantly, he had Fenton. He liked the genius a lot, even if he wasn’t entirely sure yet where all this was going. Talking about the rest of his own troubled childhood still felt rough as a result... as if his friend may turn on him the instant he revealed too much, or pulled back the curtain a little too far.

Unloved and unwanted, lonely and scattered. A disappointment desperately looking for meaning, home, and belonging. He didn’t want Fenton to look at him like that. How would he cope if he did?

So instead, he held that close to his chest, folding his arms across his legs.

“You too, huh?” he murmured, a faint smile crossing his bill as those dark gray-violet eyes shifted back up to the genius sitting beside him. “Don’t even know why I was thinking about it, honestly. I mean, y’know, other than the new neighbor situation at the new house- sort of hard to forget the man who smashed a lunchbox into your face, y’know? But it is what it is. Hard to believe I managed to become the thing that kept me sane all those years.” He paused, then, cheeks warming, the blush so hard that it was visible through the soft white feathers. He was rambling. “But- I’m... sure you had your ways too, huh? Hopefully more interesting than sitting in your room pretending you’re Darkwing Duck all day.”

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THINGS SAID BETWEEN ME & MY PARTNER

@directorsteelbeak said: “I’ll give you a snack. It’s me, I’m the snack.” steelbeak to Drake

"Feeling saucy tonight, huh, babe?"

He was grinning, of course, lounging back on the couch watching an old Steven Seagull movie, and he grinned up at Steelbeak when the rooster slid into the room. It wasn't his finest flirt, but Drake appreciated the effort.

"What's the occasion? Or are you just wanting my undivided attention?"