#Poke Bushroot

[spanishyumejoshi]

Oh wow I drew the handsome brazilian parrot that is my boyfriend

[pokesil22-art]

How can they touch? IDK let's say is the power of love

[starsteemer]

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[cyndalyssa]

Who tied that thing to him?

So, fun fact, mistletoe is a parasite. You’re most likely going to find it in trees, but I can’t help but wonder if plant ducks would be susceptible to its infection. Bushroot’s not sure if he wants to find out. 

[moonbeam-dragon]

Haven't Aged A Day

Moonrise! Have some actual plot. I realized the mutants were immortal so I thought of this. Tw: Angst, past character death, sadness.

“Old St .Canard. Good to see it’s still standing,” Bushroot said, sighing at the familiar sight. He stood on the other side of Audubon Bay, gazing at the glittering city. Unless Ammonia Pine was still around, ruling the city, it was not under any villain’s control. The sun would set in about an hour. It might have been soon for the two of them to be there, but they doubted they’d be spotted. The plant-duck turned to Liquidator. “Shall we go?”

The water dog gazed out at the city a moment longer, watching how the bay glinted in the sunlight. Then he turned to his companion. “Of course. We shouldn’t be a moment late for our company reunion!”

The pair of mutants walked across the hill. They were by the edge of the forest, where they could view the city, but only got a glimpse of the bridge. It had been five years since they’d last visited, but the place had hardly changed. Though, they didn’t get a look from the inside, so society could be corrupt and they’d never know.

Bushroot clutched the knapsack slung over his shoulder, making sure it was still there and safe. For extra assurance, he unclipped it and reached a leaf in, and when he felt his precious cargo in there, he sighed and withdrew his arm. He clipped the knapsack again and continued clutching the strap.

Liquidator looked at his friend, sensing his apprehension. He didn’t know what to say. Ironically enough, it felt like his throat went dry whenever they did this. He just put a wet hand on his companion’s back, hoping the physical assurance would be enough.

When they made it to their meeting point, the silence got thicker. Both of the men stopped in their tracks. Still feeling unsure about what to do. They stood there. The only sounds were those of the waves and breeze. Bushroot stared at the flowerbeds they were now next to. He finally moved, going to kneel by them. “I’m glad to see they’re all still here.” There were two collections of flowers. One was a patch of sunflower-like plants, though they were only six inches tall and the centers were dark yellow. They gave off a soft glow that could hardly be seen in the daylight. The other patch next to it had roses, each one splitting into two blossoms, one red and one purple. There were eight of each flower there.

“Indeed. With the trees behind us to shield them from weather, they have insurance from water damage,” Liquidator told him proudly. “Not to mention the nature of their defense allows them a one hundred percent no-picking guarantee!”

Bushroot took off the knapsack and set it next to him. “Well that wasn’t intentional when we designed them. Just convenient.” He reached into the knapsack and pulled out two seeds. One was a long, cylindrical one, almost resembling a battery. The other was a near-perfect sphere that had several bright colors on it. “Hey, Megavolt. Hey, Quackerjack. Hope you haven’t been bored while you were waiting,” he said, half-joking. He buried the battery seed with the sun-flower patch, and the sphere with the double roses. Liquidator knelt by him and set his hands on each newly-dug spot, and they lost form as he gave water to the seeds. Bushroot put his leaves over the other’s paws, giving life force to the flowers. Within a minute, the flowers poked out of the dirt, then grew upwards, then budded, then bloomed into full flowers. They mutants withdrew their hands, and moved to sit on the other side of the rose bed.

Liquidator stared at the flowers, his eyes soon trailing up to the stones behind each patch. They’d been made roughly, but were beautiful in a way. Moss was growing up the sides, the engraving having been worn by rain and time. “Time got your memorial stones filthy and faded?” he said, breaking the silence and making Bushroot start. “Try Liquidator cleaning services!” He carefully brushed his hands over the stones, taking away the dirt and moss. Then the stones read clearly:

HERE LIES MEGAVOLT. VILLAIN, LIBERATOR OF ELECTRIC APPLIANCES, COMPLETE LOON, LOYAL ALLY.

and:

HERE LIES QUACKERJACK. VILLAIN, MASTER OF TOY MAKING, CRACKED NUT, PASSIONATE ALLY.

When Bushroot and Liquidator had first carved them, they didn’t bother using their legal names. They’d chosen their villain personas, and had abandoned their old ways. They were going to let it stay that way. Bushroot sighed deeply, hugging his knees as he gazed at the city. They’d chosen this spot for the graves so they could look upon the city as if they owned it, from the top of a hill.

“You’d think by now, this would feel a little more real,” Bushroot mused.

Liquidator settled next to him, putting a watery arm around his shoulders. “I know what you mean,” he said, dropping his slogans considering the mood. “Everytime we’re here, I half expect them to be standing there, laughing at our shocked faces.”

Bushroot snickered at the thought. “They were always unhinged. Broken sense of humor for sure.” He might have a heart attack and a meltdown if that happened. But by Gaia, would he be glad if it did.

There was a long silence again, with just the four of them in and on the hill. It was just the same as five years ago today, and five years before that, and so on. On this day, every five years, they came to visit the city and their friends. It was the anniversary of their deaths. It brought both men to uncharacteristic solemnity. Every visit, they’d add a flower to each grave, watch the sunset, say their goodbyes again, and leave. They wouldn’t let anyone see them. It was supposed to be like that tonight. They were so focused on the sunset and trying to feel someone with them, they didn’t notice someone was with them. They heard no footsteps, no gasps, and no rustling. They only heard when a dusty, though spirited voice revealed itself, “Keen gear…”

The mutants turned at the sudden interruption, facing someone they didn’t expect. There was an elderly woman standing there, staring at them. She was tall, especially for her age. She was also in good shape, thin but not frail. She had wrinkled, yellow-brown feathers. Her hair was a mix of red and white, making it seem pink, and pulled back in a tight bun. Her emerald green eyes were that of a teenager, full of spirit and youth her body didn’t have. She wore a green blouse and purple cardigan. Her words and that look in her eyes were familiar to them. She recognized them, it was clear. But what did they expect? They were infamous supervillains. Of course she knew them.

“Stay back!” Bushroot said, standing and holding his hands out in a hollow threat. He wasn’t going to hit an old woman. Even before they gave up major crime, he wouldn’t have. “Did you follow us?”

The woman crossed her arms. “I was on a walk. Patrolling the perimeter in case I saw anything, you know?” she said, walking closer, clearly unfazed. She was definitely familiar. When the mutants looked her up and down, she huffed. “Now don’t tell me you two don’t remember me.” She pulled her arms back, one drawn farther like she was holding a taut string. “I am the hero who gives the crooks the shaft!”

The two criminals stared at her in disbelief. It makes you feel old when a wrinkled, white-haired person is so much younger than you. “Quiverwing Quack!” Liquidator said, earning a nod and finger-guns from the other. “It has been decades since our last exchange. How fairs yourself and the city?”

Quiverwing sighed, gazing out at St. Canard, which the sun was setting over now. “I’ve been well. It’s still never boring around here, that’s for sure. You wouldn’t believe some of these new super criminals,” she said, as if she were catching up with old friends. “But it’s not under the rule of a psychotic villain.”

Bushroot and Liquidator knew what she was referring to instantly. Negaduck’s last attempt to take over the world, the same day their teammates had kicked the bucket. Bushroot shuddered at that, finally letting his guard down. If he knew Quiverwing, she would still take them down. But she didn’t seem to want that. “The Liquidator inquires: what other criminals have taken up the business?”

Quiver sat on the other side of Megavolt’s grave. “Oh, let me think. There’s Encore, she’s a singer and a thief. Kindle, some chick with a fiery personality. Dickie, a tech-savvy gold digger. Pinceau, who I think is Splatter Phoenix’s son. And Druvish, who’s really just never growing out of his goth phase.”

“Like your father?” Bushroot joked. It had been revealed years ago that Quiverwing and Darkwing were kin, though nobody had learned their names. “How is he?”

Quiverwing looked down at the bay. “Oh, he…”

Bushroot stared, waiting for her to finish, before realizing she wouldn’t. He was completely unprepared for the pang that hit him. Sure, he hated Darkwing Duck, and wanted to kill him, but he was also a prominent person in his life. Despite having been cut off from Darkwing for years, it saddened him to learn this. “I am so sorry,” he said, wishing that could begin to cut it. “I am so terribly sorry.”

Quiver shook her head. “Hey, don’t be sorry! I’m surprised he lasted as long as he did, really. With all the injuries he took, the doctors said he wouldn’t make it to sixty. He only passed seven years ago.”

That would make him.. Bushroot didn’t know. He’d lost track of years. Liquidator seemed to have a better time putting it together. “If we would have known, we would have visited the last time we were in the vicinity, and offered our condolences.”

Quiver waved a hand. “Don’t bother with pity. We’re all fine, really. Besides, if you showed your faces in there-” she put a hand out towards St. Canard, “You’d be arrested big time.” She sighed, folding her arms around her knees. “I miss him. So much. But at least he went out peacefully, in his sleep. But I imagine he was dreaming that he saved St. Canard. He was too stubborn to go out any other way.”

“That he was,” Liquidator declared. “Conceded, egotistical, stubborn, and devoted. Qualities like this are exactly what employers look for in a huge thorn in our sides.”

Bushroot glared at him. “Don’t talk like that about the deceased. It’s rude!”

Quiver shrugged. “The worst that could happen is he gets all puffy about not having an ego.”

Bushroot raised an eyebrow at the woman. She was calmer, but her eyes held that lively spirit. Maybe all these years had made her grow wise, after all it had been... How long? The plant-duck counted all his plants on the graves, and there were nine, times five- That meant it had been forty-five years since that fateful day. Gosh, that was insane to think about.

“You haven’t aged a day,” Quiverwing suddenly pointed out, facing the mutants. “How is that?”

Liquidator put up a hand. “Allow me to explain. Thanks to our transformations all those years ago, we have new abilities. Not only does this give us an original and bold appearance and powers, but it gives us immortality! We cannot be permanently wounded, nor can we age.”

Quiverwing looked shocked, and her face morphed. First, she looked bewildered. Then she seemed impressed. But her face suddenly dropped in pity. “How have you been spending your time? Not getting into too much trouble, I hope.”

Bushroot shook his head. “No. We’ve been traveling. By land and by sea, exploring nature's greatest wonders.” That wasn’t what he would have expected his retirement plan to look like. But as long as he still had one of his friends by him, he was ready for anything. He’d appreciated being able to see the beauty left in this world. It reminded him a little what Reginald Bushroot was like before he mutated. “What about you?” he asked, “I don’t suppose you’re still giving crooks the shaft?”

She laughed a bit. “I wished, but I’m getting older. I retired a couple decades ago. If I want to be of any use to the city, I’d better stay in one piece.”

“How old are you?” Liquidator asked. “You hardly look to be fifty! But you weren’t a little kid last we saw you.”

Quiver laughed at him. “Flattery won’t get anywhere with me.”

“It’s true,” Bushroot said, shrugging.

Rolling her eyes, the duck replied. “I’m seventy-one. I may not have mutant abilities, but galavanting around the city, fighting criminals keeps you healthy. And as much as I hate saying it, dad was right about vegetables.”

“If you’ve given up the mantle of protecting the city, the Liquidator inquires: Who is the new St. Canardian Guardian?” the ewater mutant asked.

Quiver shut her beak, looking them up and down, as if she was having second thoughts on trusting them. She finally took a breath and spoke. “I hate to remind you of that day. But do you remember the little boy Quackerjack saved?”

Bushroot felt all the chlorophyll drop from his face at the memory. “The kid Negaduck tried to kill?”

Nodding, Quiver continued. “That was my little boy, my firstborn, my only son. I wish I could repay the clown for what he did…” She stared down at the purple and red roses which Bushroot and Liquidator sat by. “He’s the new masked mallard. It’s been so long, even his girls are ready to take up the family business.”

Liquidator and Bushroot stared at her. Gosh, they’d missed out on so much. So much time and so many events had taken place. It was a shame they couldn’t set foot in the city.

There was a long silence as the sun dipped into the horizon. It wasn’t broken until Quiver gave up on restraining her curiosity. “What kinds of flowers are these?” she asked, stroking the petal of a flowing yellow flower. The ones on Megavolt’s grave illuminated the place with a bright yellow glow, like hundreds of lightning bugs in one place. “They don’t look natural.”

“They’re not,” Bushroot told her. “I designed these a long time ago. With Megavolt and Quackerjack, actually.” He stroked the leaves of a double-budded rose. “The ones you’re next to are Helianthus vivfulgur. The ones right here are called Rosa veneniocus.”

Quiverwing chuckled a bit. “These are definitely flowers they made. What? Will the roses squirt water if I smell them?”

Liquidator shook his head. “Quackerjack Brand Roses do not spray normal water, but a poison that can also be found in their thorns.”

Quiver snickered at that, completely unsurprised. “That sounds about right.” Once there was no more sunlight, and the moon and sunflowers were the only light, Quiver stood up. “I should be going home before the kids wonder where I am.”

The mutants frowned, feeling an unexpected sadness. They couldn’t return to the city. And they couldn’t stay here long. They had to move on as usual. “Wait,” Bushroot said, standing up. “We’re not going to see you again, are we?” he asked.

Quiverwing clamped her beak shut, her emerald eyes shining. “I don’t know. I really don’t. I might still be here in five years, but I doubt I’ll be able to meet you here.” It hurt to leave them. They were her sworn enemies, but there was no hatred in her heart for them. They’d fought since she was nine, through her teenage years, until she was in her mid twenties. Sure, she’d gone longer without them, but the Fearsome Four had played a huge part in her origin and rise as a heroine. She sighed, walking back to the grave of roses. She knelt by Quackerjack’s grave and gave a watery smile. “Thank you, Jackie. You saved my baby, and all of St. Canard. You lived a villain but died a hero.” She moved to Megavolt’s grave. “Elmo, whether you like it or not, you made Darkwing Duck, and gave this city a hero, a whole line of heroes. Thank you for the memories.”

She stood up and faced the mutants. Bushroot was holding the knapsack, and holding Liquidator’s hand. They were ready to leave again. “Reggie, you gave me a new view on criminals. You may be crazy, but you have compassion and kindness in your heart. You even saved our world. I hope you’re able to do something good. And Bud, I’m sorry for how my father created you. I’m glad you embraced it. Try to put that to good use, huh?”

“Farewell, Quiverwing,” Bushroot said, putting out a leaf to shake, but he pulled it back. “Can- Can I hug you?” The old duck nodded, pulling him into an embrace, as if they had been friends all these years.

“It’s Gosalyn,” she told him, unafraid. She pulled away from Bushroot, and he saw tear streaks on her cheeks.

Liquidator gave her a quick hug as well. “Take care, then, Gosalyn. Until next time, should we be fortunate enough to schedule another meeting.”

Gosalyn nodded, stepping back. “Take care and don’t kill anyone.”

“We’ll keep that in mind,” Bushroot said, nodding as he turned away. Liquidator waved as he also turned and walked away with Bushroot.

Gosalyn walked for a bit before she turned around to see their figures dip behind the hill, tears dripping down her face. It relieved her to make amends that her dear dad couldn’t. She wouldn’t be taking any hostility to the grave.

So she continued walking, going back to her home and seeing her son and granddaughters, still in costume after a crime bust.

Bushroot and Liquidator left the city and disappeared from the radar again, prepared to spend eternity with one another.

There. This took a long time. I hope you enjoyed. Please like/vote and let me know what you thought in the comments. More content coming soon. Farewell, best of luck, avoid roasted cabbage, don’t eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life!Moonset!

[pandapupremade]

Danger (Part 1)

WORDS: 1,304

WARNINGS: Mentions of explosions/evil plans basically

in case u wanted to know context of the Sympathy fic I did yesterday, I’m writing a prequel tihngy. this is part 1 and doesn’t feature much Self shipping (though it references my ship with Quackerjack and @sphearts‘ insert Patch), but pls know the next parts will. reblogs also appreciated!!! I had a lot of fun w this ;w;

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      The Fearsome Five were once more up to something very dastardly. When weren't they? But it seemed today that in that warehouse just off town, not all members of the group were feeling so dastardly. A nervous Bushroot tapped his leafy hands together as he looked over the crate in front of him, one that wires were extending from.

     "Are we sure this is such a good idea? I -I m-mean...There's - there's just - there's innocents down there, you kn-know?" He shook his purple-foliaged head and frowned. "Oh, I c-couldn't bear to destroy the poor things...N-not so gruesomely..."

      Bushroot's concerns fell on deaf ears, of course, and in fact his words were met with a laugh from Quackerjack, who was dangling upside down from the rafters for whatever goofy reason. "Since when do YOU care about the civilians, bush brain?"

     "W-who said anything about people?" The scientist almost seemed offended, "You know I'm talking about the plants! The - the - the trees! The f-flowers! They're all blooming at this time, I couldn't stand it if they..."

      "Are you having second thoughts?" Came the voice of Liquidator, poking up from a puddle on the floor, "Tired of destroying your family trees? Not to worry, the Liquidator will set things right! Lots of water for lots of plants, right?"

     "Uh, I-I guess..." Bushroot nodded, but still seemed tense. "A-anyway, Quackerjack - don't think you're one to - to talk. You're the one with a f-family at home. Shouldn't you be worried about them? What if they get caught in the explosion - bet you'd be pretty bummed then...!"

     "Please, they know to stay out of any destruction zone!" replied the jester with another laugh, "Well, except Patch - but who knows where they go....Maybe your plants oughta do the same...You know...Make like a banana and split! Hohohohoooo~!" As he said banana, he pulled out Mr. Banana Brain, because of course he did.

     "Just better hope they don't get in the way again," Megavolt sneered. "They're always so unpredictable...But then again, so are you."

     "Hohohooo!"

    "Which one of you idiots is making Quackerjack a fool of himself again?" growled a new voice, and one that shot chills down each Fearsome member's spine. Negaduck had finally arrived. "Or is it just Quackerjack being a fool all on his own? Either way, his laughter is getting on my nerves."

    "Oh, goody!" Quackerjack grinned from above. "Boss is back! Great to see you, Negaduck! Buddy, ol' pal!"

      "Yeah, yeah, roll out the red carpet." Negaduck waved his hand with disinterest. "Is everything in place, boys? 'Cause if it's not..."

     "The Liquidator has a 100% satisfactory guarantee! Indeed, you, Negaduck, will be pleased - or your money back!" The watery dog seemed a bit too cheery considering all this talk of explosions...

     Negaduck shook his head. "I'll hold you to that, you walking infomercial..."      But at this, Megavolt spoke up, "But Boss, you didn't give us any money, so we can't exactly give it back..."

    "Well,  your life can repay any debt, don't you think?" He tapped his foot on the ground. "I mean, really, that's what you're gonna give me anyway if you losers screw this up."

     "That's our Negaduck! Always so forgiving..." Seems like even the concept of dying a bloody death as punishment for failing sounded like a fun time to Quackerjack. "Anyway, boss..." He dropped down from the ceiling and landed directly in front of Negaduck now, "I've got a question for you, if you've got the time..."

      "I don't have the time." Negaduck tried to walk past the insolent clown, but Quackerjack quite literally bounced back to front and center.

     "It'll only take a second! See, Bushroot and I were just having a civil little conversation -"

     "Nothing civil about it," huffed Bushroot in the background.

      "9 out of 10 reviews give that conversation a thumbs down," added Liquidator.

      Quackerjack snorted. "Anyway, it got me wondering if YOU have any ties that could be -"

      And then, his beak was grabbed quite cartoonishly to shut him up. Negaduck was obviously unamused. "No, Quackerjack. Unlike you, I don't need a family to keep me stable."

     "Yeah, you only need a chainsaw," chuckled Megavolt.

     "Bingo. And frankly, I don't even need that. Any weapon will do, yeah?" Negaduck let go of Quackerjack now, but walked past while purposely stepping on the guy's foot. (Though this backfired, because there was a honking sound effect and that just annoyed the boss more.) "If that's all you nubs needed, then let's start the operation."

     "Aye-aye, sir!" came the chant of his cohorts. Negaduck would walk towards the earlier mentioned crate, which with the little help of a button on a remote he had, opened to reveal a computer inside. On the screen was a map of St. Canard in neon green color, and Negaduck began to type in some coordinates from a sheet of paper - one that he'd somehow taken from Megavolt when the rodent wasn't looking.

     "And...we...are...good...to....Eh?" His finger paused over the last number, "No, wait a minute, that ain't right..." He back spaced and tried again. Still no.

    "Somethin' wrong, boss?" asked Megavolt.

    "The coordinates I'm inputting on this detonator...They're nowhere near the correct ones." He glared at Megavolt. "Where did you set up the bombs?"

    "On the south side of -"

   At this, Negaduck's eyes narrowed. "The SOUTH side? You LOSER, you can't even follow orders right...I said the NORTH would be destroyed..."

     Megavolt stared, and became increasingly panicked. "W-wh-wha? W-well, it shouldn't be too big a difference! A-after all, it's still just a threat, r-right? Not like we won't get our point acro-"

    "That's not the point, you dolt! There's some stupid art convention going on in the South Side of town, and I wanted to specifically avoid that area!"

   Silence.

   "Uh....Why-" began Bushroot, but he quickly retracted his inquiry as Negaduck shot a nasty look at him. "Th-that is....We can just set the bombs up elsewhere, right?"

   "Yeah, and it's gonna take all day! Forget it, this plan was a failure...And it's not my fault, I'd like to say..." Negaduck crossed his arms. "Quackerjack and Megavolt can be in charge of defusing all the bombs."

    "Hmm...Is it really such a big deal?" Quackerjack smiled in a way that sorta said he was about to cause trouble, "It's just strange you'd care so much about a little setback that you'd cancel your whole plan...Not even a Plan B...."

   "Y-yeah, that's  - that's right!" chimed in Bushroot. "We should just go ahead with it, already!"

   "Act now, and the Liquidator can wash away YOUR worries, with a bang!" 

   "It will SURELY shock you!" beamed Megavolt.

   "Will you all be quiet?! I'm sick of your puns!" Negaduck snapped, "You're all so...useless!" Well, this was getting nowhere fast. Soon, in a comedic fashion, the Fearsome Five became the Fumbling Five - everyone started arguing, and in the midst of it...Somehow, probably when nobody was paying attention, that last digit got put into the detonator.

    "Forget this," Negaduck growled, "I'll just have to..." And then he noticed the timer. "W- No! Oh, for the love of -" Everyone watched as he rushed to the computer and began trying to stop the detonator. "UGH! YOU IDIOTS!"

    The others looked at each other. Then at Negaduck. Then at each other. And as they ran away so as not to meet his wrath, Liquidator shouted out another quote of "Act now, the offer ends soon!"

   "Oh, more than that is gonna end...." But there was no time to worry about that with the clock ticking. He gripped his hat in a stressed manner, yanking on it to try and calm his nerves. But he couldn't stop the detonator - he'd specifically planned that so that Darkwing couldn't screw things up...What irony!

    But why did he care about that art convention? Well, as he rushed off to try and find a certain someone,  he wondered that himself.

[psychosistr]

Meet Me Halfway- Chapter 3

Summary:  Liquidator's wicked scheme comes to fruition and Bushroot couldn't be happier for his friend's success. The rest of the town, however, couldn't be more miserable for it.

Notes:  Bushroot struck me as the type that would be happy for a friend's success, even if it made others miserable, simply because he was so unaccustomed to having friends that he'd be happy for them if they were happy- sort of a "I don't always understand what my friend does or why they do it, but I support them anyway!" thing.

-First Chapter-

While they weren’t allowed to have a TV in the lab itself, there was one in the breakroom above the coffeemaker. Bushroot tended to drink his fair share of coffee in the workplace- usually at least two or three cups a day, depending on how long his shift was- but today he’d had so many cups of coffee that he could practically feel himself shaking with the extra caffeine pumping through his veins. He didn’t even need the coffee, he just wanted to make sure he was around the TV as much as possible without being called out for it. Today was Liquidator’s big debut as a supervillain, and he didn’t want to miss it!

Unfortunately (or rather fortunately, depending on your point of view), after the fifth (or was it sixth?) trip to the coffeemaker, he noticed it was nearly empty. Figuring it would serve as an even better excuse to stay in the breakroom longer, Bushroot began the process of refilling the pot. He went to the nearby sink to get the water, but his eyes stayed glued to the TV screen, hoping for some breaking news bulletin about a major water-related catastrophe. He was so distracted by the screen, that he didn’t even notice the lack of water spilling over the edge of the coffee pot despite how long it had been under the tap.

He did, however, notice something was wrong when he tried to move the coffee pot away and found that it was stuck. “Huh?” Bushroot looked back at the faucet and his eyes widened when he saw the orange, rubbery substance currently filling the coffee pot and connecting it to the mouth of the faucet. “What the..?” He gasped, an excited and giddy smile overtaking his face when he finally figured out what was going on. “He did it! He actually did it!”

Fascinated by the changes to the water, Bushroot spent quite a bit of time poking and prodding at it to test the texture, density, and elasticity. It was truly remarkable! Liquidator must have changed the chemical composition of the water from the Saint Canard Waterworks and allowed it to spread to every connected water source in the city. Brilliant!

This was amazing! This was a scientific marvel! This was-

“This is terrible!” He heard a lovely but anxious voice say as the door burst open. Looking to it, he saw his female coworker Dr. Rhoda Dendron walking in and looking particularly distressed. “Dr.Bushroot, have you heard? All of the water in our greenhouse sprinkler systems suddenly turned into-” She saw the water in the sink and gasped. “In here, too?!”

“Huh..?” Bushroot blinked dumbly for a moment before looking back at the rubber-filled coffee pot in the sink. “O-Oh! Yeah! I was just refilling the coffeepot and this happened! Pretty weird, huh?”

“Terrible is more the word that I would use..” Rhoda said with a troubled frown while walking closer to look at the sink. “Who would do such a thing?”

Bushroot bit the inside of his bill to keep his face from smiling. “Must be some new supervillain or something- this seems like something one of those costumed weirdos would do, right?”

While Rhoda expressed her concern for the state of the town’s water supply and her worry over the health of the university’s plant life, Bushroot couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of warmth and pride. Liquidator had done exactly what he’d set out to do: He’d left a big impact on the town that no one would be able to ignore.

Soon everyone would come to know and fear the name of “The Liquidator”.

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With the city in the middle of a water crisis during a heatwave, the university decided to send everyone home so they could instead divert their financial resources into paying the Liquidator’s extortion fees for bottled water in an attempt to save their plants. While Bushroot did worry for the safety and well-being of the plants, he was excited by the idea of being let out of work early so he could have more time to follow Liquidator’s exploits via the radio and TV stations that were giving live broadcasts of the epidemic.

Over the course of that single day, Bushroot got to learn more about Liquidator than he had in the two weeks he’d known the supervillain: According to the news, he used to be the billionaire bottled-water tycoon known as Bud Flood. Bushroot never paid much attention to the news before, but he did remember reading something a couple of weeks ago about the businessman being a suspect in the poisoning of his competitors water supplies but, according to the town’s local superhero Darkwing Duck, he had accidentally fallen into one of the contaminated vats and perished. The timing lined up perfectly- Liquidator showed up in his greenhouse only a day or two after Bud Flood’s reported accident, and it would certainly explain why he felt like he had nowhere else to go if he was allowing people to think he was dead. What an intriguing backstory full of interesting twists and turns!

He didn’t get to see Liquidator at the greenhouse that afternoon after work, but he was okay with that- extorting the city for money must be hard work. Besides, he was sure he’d get to see him again soon so he could congratulate him properly!

Later that afternoon, around the time where it could be called early evening rather than late afternoon anymore, however, those hopes were crudely dashed as he set to clean up his dishes after dinner…

His apartment wasn’t anything special, just a little two-room unit with a combination kitchen and living area and a bedroom with an adjoined bathroom. He could probably look into getting a larger place if he really tried, but it felt cozy enough for one person to live in. Besides, being able to see and hear the living room TV while cooking or doing the dishes was a nice way to spend the evening!

He hummed along to some soda jingle playing in the background as he set his dishes in the sink. When he started to turn the handle for the sink, he had to pause and take a moment to laugh quietly to himself. “Oh, right- no water. Guess I should have asked him for a bottle earlier. Ah well, one night won’t hurt-” He was about to turn the faucet back to the off position when he was suddenly startled by a rush of water that came out all at once. “?!” Bushroot stared at the stream of clear liquid as it evened out to a normal flow- NORMAL. The water was back to NORMAL. That meant- “What happened to Liquidator..?” His voice was quiet, barely audible due to the fears and uncertainties choking him with worry.

Then, with all the plot-convenient timing the news broadcasts always seemed to have in their town, the commercials were suddenly cut off by the voice of that annoying news anchor that Bushroot usually tried to ignore. “Breaking news! The viscous villain known as the Liquidator’s reign of terror over the city has been thwarted by Darkwing Duck!”

“What?!” Bushroot turned the water back off and ran over to the couch so he could watch the television properly. “But- how?! He’s made of water, how could he-?!”

“The masked vigilante has refused to comment on how he defeated the supervillain, but has assured everyone that he won’t be causing any trouble for anyone any time soon. While the liquid-terror’s location is unknown, one thing’s for sure-” The reporter went on to say while the screen showed pictures of Audobon Bay and several other small bodies of water throughout the city such as swimming pools behind him. “Everyone in Saint Canard is happy to have their water back during the hottest season of the year!”

The reporter continued talking, but Bushroot’s mind didn’t hear the rest of what the loud-mouthed egomaniac had to say. He was too busy processing the fact that his friend had lost and that the only one who now knew his whereabouts was the hero who defeated him- information the caped crusader probably wouldn’t be too keen on sharing with someone like him.

Bushroot grabbed the remote and turned off the TV, preferring to sit in silence rather than hear the white noise of the reporter speaking in the back ground. He let his head fall into his hands while his elbows were propped up on his knees.

He should have known this would happen- Liquidator was a supervillain and Darkwing Duck was Saint Canard’s resident superhero. A fight between them was inevitable, even with all of Liquidator’s training and practice with his powers.

Knowing these things, however, didn’t make it hurt any less…

“Liqui…” He said in a shaky voice before crying quietly into his hands.

He hoped beyond hope that the reporter was wrong- that there would be another breaking news bulletin soon with word on a water-related crime.

<-Previous Chapter Next Chapter->

End Notes:  The downside of being friends with a supervillain: You have to see them lose more often than they win.

[thefriendlyfour]

You draw Bushroot and Domino a lot. What's the history between them? - Pixel Anon

to put a long “inside friend joke” short, Bushroot and Domino have a frenemyship/rivalry with one another. Basically poking fun at each other whenever possible. Initially it was just that, but over time they became kinda-sorta friends in the sense of “okay I might not like you, but I don’t want you hurt either” kind of way.

it’s just a funny dynamic that happened naturally so I rolled with it lol

[gamblealifearchived1]

dragcnsden said: “Hey, hey! WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING!” A voice cries, roots suddenly springing up in front of NegaLP, causing him to trip and fall, narrowly avoid crushing a small flower poking out of the ground. Rushing over and bending down— to look at the PLANT —NegaBushie breathes a sigh of relief. It and all its little friends LP nearly walked right over, are okay...“Phew... Everyone’s alright.” He, on the other hand, might not be once the pilot stands up. (*Y E E T S* pls be nice to my boi XD )

@ducktales-wco-oo

      NegaLaunchpad had been running, large gun in hand as he RACES to catch up to Tank Muddlefoot. Apparently the kid had run away without his parents knowledge, but he saw. Honker had also saw & had given him the needed information to capture him & bring him home to rightful confinement. The only reason he stopped dead in his tracks was because someone had distracted him with their yelling. Head lifts to GLARE at the source of the voice when he suddenly trips over one of the sidewalk cracks & lands right on his freakin' face.  

" ... Are you fuckin' KIDDING ME ? " Dangerous growls escape the pilot's beak as it takes him a moment to regain his composure. But, he gradually lifts his head up to see Nega!Bushroot bending down & tending to a plant of all things that he almost trampled. The kid! 

Scrambling to sit up on his legs, deep blue hues look around for any sign of Tank. Just perfect; they were g o n e. 

More low, dangerous growls escape his beak as he lurches forward & grasps either one of the plant duck's shoulders, tugging him close. So close that their beaks are near touching. "You better have a good enough reason for why I don't plow your ass right now & then take you to Lord Negaduck." Hey, just because he lost a target doesn't mean he can't get in a good lay as this guy's punishment before seeing Lord Negs, right? Right. It's just one of the perks of being second in command. 

"You make me trip just to avoid trampling over your precious plants. I swear, you're pretty fuckin' lucky you're cute." He mutters the last few words, snarling while he eyes the other male, allowing his gaze to roam up & down their form. Moving to sit in a more comfortable position, Launchpad doesn't let them out of their grip just yet, huffing softly as their hands drop to Bushroot's wrists. 

"Well ? How do you plan on getting yourself out of this mess you created ? What're you gonna do to make this up to me so I won't tell Lord Negs on ya ? "  

[sandyferal]

The Vacation part 6

“Are you sure you don’t just want to go out in the trench coat and hat?” Bushroot asked.

“No need!” Liquidator stepped into the flower pot and fell into it in a splash that left him looking nearly indistinguishable from ordinary water. “For a casual stroll there’s no need for me to navigate on my own. Besides the Liquidator now comes in convenient travel size!”

“Well I guess I’ll get some use out of this then,” Bushroot said, picking up the pot. “Though, no offense, but it’s not exactly a great flower pot since it has no drainage holes.”

“Oh sorry,” Quackerjack said, rolling his eyes. “I didn’t know you needed such specific requirements in a flower pot.”

“Oh of course you need drainage holes!” Bushroot said. “If you don’t have holes in it, there’s no place for the water to go.”

“Reggie…”

“And,” Bushroot continued. “If there’s no place for the water to go, then on top of being stuck in stagnant water, then the roots won’t get air and the-“

“Reggie?” Liquidator said, causing the plant to look at him. “I think they get the idea.”

Bushroot turned Quackerjack and Megavolt who were looking at him quizzically. Quackerjack looked slightly amused.

“Right!” Bushroot flushed. “Oh, w-well my point was, it’s much better suited for this th-than for a plant.”

“No, no, go ahead,” Quackerjack teased,grinning. “Sounded like a fascinating topic of conversation. Tell me, Bushy, do you do research before you go shopping for gardening equipment?”

“Believe me, Doctor Bushroot has no shortage of information on proper plant maintenance!” Liquidator said, a hint of pride in his voice. “A lot of which is actually quite interesting! But since we have other plans for this evening I wouldn’t advise it.”

“Yeah,” Quackerjack agreed, gesturing to Megavolt. “I’m sure it’d be like asking Sparky about Tesla coils.”

“Yeah.” Megavolt furrowed his eyebrows. “Wait, what does that mean?”

“Anyway, we were just about to get going weren’t we?” Quackerjack said, linking his arms in Megavolt’s.

“Right!” Megavolt said, forgetting his previous confusion.

In a few minutes the group left, Quackerjack pulling Megavolt along, and Bushroot carrying Liquidator. It didn’t take long after that for Bud to notice that Bushroot was to starting getting visibly uncomfortable. A quick glance out of his container showed nothing out of the ordinary.

“Is there something bothering you?” He asked, his voice low enough that passersby couldn't hear him.

Bushroot grimaced. “I didn’t think about the fact this outfit would be so hot,” he said. He tugged at the neck of the sweater he was wearing. “I wish I could wear less, but I’ve seen what happens when I go in public without a proper disguise.”

“You do realize that even in your disguise, you look like a weirdo talking to a flower pot right?” Megavolt said, butting into the conversation.

“Says the guy who talk to lightbulbs,” Bushroot replied.

“Yeah? What’s your point?”

Bushroot sighed. “Oh nothing. I’m not sure you can understand the irony.”

“Y’know speaking of lightbulbs,” Megavolt said. “I haven’t actually seen a ton around. No big flashy signs, not a lot of street lights, this place may actually treat lightbulbs somewhat humanely!”

“Well, you know there’s still lightbulbs inside the buildings, right?” Quackerjack said.

“Yeah, I said ‘somewhat,’” Megavolt replied. “I’m still definitely going to have to free a lot of them. Just y’know, nice to not see their enslavement out in the middle of the street.”

It was true that there weren’t as many light fixtures in this city as there were in Saint Canard. There were actually a few things that the four noticed as they navigated the streets of the city.

The first was that, yes, it did draw a bit of attention to them when Bushroot talked to Liquidator out loud. Fortunately, no one really got a good look at the contents of the flower pot, and the watery felon only really emerged when Bushroot told him he wouldn’t be noticed.

While Bushroot was more interested in his surroundings, the plants and people, Quackerjack, Megavolt, and Liquidator seemed focused on the content of the buildings. Being the odd one out, Bushroot allowed himself to be dragged into various places.

The second thing they noticed was that there seemed to be a good deal of old buildings in the area. Intricate architecture was scattered around the area, creating some interesting sights. Some of these seemed to be a big draw for tourists. Tourists who…

Third thing, were very wealthy.

It seemed that some higher class tourists favored this city as a destination. The level of wealth Quackerjack and Megavolt saw on their ride here, was the same as the average tourist.

The group couldn’t help but stare at some of the people who passed, decked out in accessories that cost as much money as any one of them could snatch in a small robbery.

They couldn’t wait until they could openly commit crimes.

It was a few hours later when the group finally thought about having to head back to the hotel. For the fifth time that afternoon, Quackerjack had dragged the group into a food establishment, only for them to leave without buying anything. This time however the group was discussing doubling back the way they came.

“But I’m hungry!” Quackerjack whined. “What's the point of going to a place that has good places to eat, and then not getting anything!”

Liquidator emerged slightly from the flower pot. “Though the Liquidator needs no nutrients to keep himself going, remember that additional food will be required for both of you during our entire stay here. We need to keep our prices low, and our criminal activity even lower! I wouldn’t say that eating there would have been a great deal, the food there wasn’t exactly cheap.”

“Besides, since when did you care about quality food?” Megavolt asked. “From what I’ve seen, you’ll eat anything, even my cooking!”

“You cook?” Bushroot asked.

“I burn things,” Megavolt replied. “Which is how I like it.”

“Just because I can eat anything doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate actual good food.” Quackerjack folded his arms. “But fine, if you wanna eat junk then that’s fine.”

“Well…” Megavolt sighed. “If you really want to eat our or y’know...something, we should probably do it on our own, since those two can’t actually eat.”

“Oh! A play date! That’d be nice,” Quackerjack practically purred. “It’s not as fun without some kind of police chase, but still.”

“Uh, I’m going to go check something out,” Bushroot said, slowly stepping away from the pair. “But if you two want to stay there and keep flirting, go ahead.”

“Oh you’re one to talk!” Megavolt said.

“Yeah.” Quackerjack followed Bushroot, tugging his partner along with him. “We were talking about this earlier, you give us weird looks when we do anything, but you and Liqui can be sooo sappy sometimes.”

Bushroot grew dead silent.

“At least we don’t spend ten minutes coming up with compliments for each other,” Megavolt said. “Have you ever heard how that wet dog talks about you when you’re not around? I think you can put up with a little bit from us if we have to hear that.”

Liquidator poked his head out a little. “The Liquidator will not take heed of criticisms concerning how I talk about my own superb partner. I have no complaints with how you handle your relationship, don’t bring my methods of affection into this.”

“Okay!” Bushroot’s face was red and his voice was a slight bit too loud. “A-anyway, did anyone else notice that-that crowd? I wonder wh-what that’s about, why don’t we check it out?”

The other three exchanged a look. Quackerjack and Megavolt both looked slightly pleased at the flustered reaction they had elicited from the plant. Then the group turned their attention to where Bushroot was pointing.

It seemed there was a decent crowd gathered loosely around what looked to be a fountain. The four moved closer to check it out. When they approached they saw a few informational signs around it.

“Says it’s just an old fountain,” Quackerjack said, reading one of the signs. “And no one’s allowed to touch it? Ugh, then where’s the fun in that?”

“I mean, there are some interesting things about it,” Bushroot said. “Like it says here that-”

“Weren’t we going to head home anyway?” Quackerjack said.

Bushroot frowned. “Yeah, I guess we were.”

“Wait a second,” Megavolt said.

“What?” Quackerjack asked. “You’re interested in a boring old fountain? I thought you didn’t like water?”

Megavolt squinted at the fountain, then a horrified look crossed his face. “Do you see that??”

“See what?” Bushroot asked.

Megavolt grabbed ahold of the plant’s face, and turned it so it was facing the fountain. “Look at that!”

“I don’t see anything,” Bushroot said. “There’s just a bunch of water and lights.”

“Oh no…” Quackerjack’s eyes widened.

“Exactly!” Megavolt said, now very loud. The rest of the group gave him looks imploring him to be a bit quieter. “Some monster stuck those lights there underwater! Imagine those poor things spending all their time in that awful thing!”

“But Megsy, babe, you couldn’t even get them out of there without short-circuiting yourself,” Quackerjack said.

“I know that Quacky, dear,” Megavolt said, giving his partner a huge pair of puppy-dog eyes. “But maybe you could-”

“Oh no!” Quackerjack shook his head. “I’m not helping you just because you give me that look. Besides, what part of stealing a bunch of lightbulbs from a public fountain that no one’s allowed to touch works with keeping a low profile? I’m pretty sure I’d be spotted immediately!”

“There may be a solution to both problems!” Liquidator said.

Megavolt looked at the flower pot container the watery canine with hope in his eyes.

“The Liquidator can create a distraction and relocate the water, while you liberate your lightbulb pals!” Liquidator said.

“You’d really do that?” Megavolt asked, grinning widely. “That’d be great!”

“No problem! The Liquidator specializes in water-based trickery and manipulation!”

With that, Liquidator jumped out of the pot and into the fountain. Across from where Megavolt and the others stood, small jets of water began to arise from the fountain. Then it began to really move, jumping up, swirling, and bubbling in visually pleasing patterns. Slowly, the crowd started taking notice, and moving away from where the three criminals stood.

When almost all of the surrounding people were on the other side of the fountain, a wave of water rose up, causing the crowd to make noises of appreciation, and blocking the three from their view. The water in front of the lights pulled back, leaving it open for Megavolt to start removing them.

After all the lightbulbs were removed and stuffed into various bags and clothing articles, the water settled back down and Liquidator hopped back into the flower pot.

“Let’s get out of here before anyone else notices they’re gone,” Bushroot said.

The others agreed and they quickly absconded with the lightbulbs, heading back towards the hotel.

“Well I’d say that was a good first day of vacation,” Megavolt said, looking very pleased.

“The Liquidator would have to agree!” Liquidator said. “Because the lightbulbs weren’t the only things I helped ‘liberate’ from that fountain.”

“What do you-” Bushroot’s eyes widened as he looked in the flower pot. “Holy cow!”

It seemed that when Liquidator had removed himself from the fountain he had taken a huge amount of coins with him. In fact, he was now taking up much less room in the pot, since much of it was filled with pennies, nickels, dime, and lot, and lots of quarters.

“Seems like the tourists are fond of the whole ‘wishing fountain’ idea,” Liquidator said with a smug grin. “Personally I think they’re going to a better cause now.”

“You mean helping us fund the rest of this vacation?”

“Yep. Like I said, better cause.”

[rosetowersfanfic]

The Best Laid Plans of Ducks and Mutants

After another plan goes awry, Negaduck berates his team. Afterwards they pick up the pieces and get pizza.

Based on my au/reboot idea

Negaduck sat leaning back into the shadows from behind his desk, glaring at the rest of the team assembled before him.

“Well boys, does anyone here know why the heist failed? Again!” He snarled.

The Fearsome Five had planned to rob a bank that night; their leader had found a way to discreetly cut a hole in the side of the building from the alleyway right into the vault. Negaduck’s plan had required total silence to avoid notice; this had promptly gone south halfway through, as a mistake had lead to nearby security guards being alerted and the five of them having to retreat before Darkwing Duck showed up.

Negaduck eyed Megavolt. “How ‘bout you, Sparky? You remember what happened?”

Megavolt trembled, struggling to remember the plan itself, let alone how it went wrong.

“Hey, don’t pick on him! It’s not his fault we almost got caught!” Quackerjack snapped, slamming his hands onto the desk.

Negaduck leaned forward into the toymaker’s face. “True. I do believe it was because someone was laughing at his own lame jokes!”

Quackerjack scowled. “I was bored, so Mr Banana Brain told me a joke to pass the time.”

He brought out the toy in question and put on a squeaky voice. “Hey, don’t blame me, Smee! I’m not the one who can’t sit still for more than ten minutes.”

Bushroot snorted. “A real leader would’ve planned for Quackerjack’s boredom, like you should’ve last time at that museum.”

Negaduck’s eye twitched. “You wanna repeat that, Turnip Brain?” He growled.

“Now, now everyone. Experts would agree that the limited time offer on Quacky’s attention span is not easy to predict,” Liquidator offered nervously, sliding up to Negaduck’s side.

“Boss, maybe we should let him stay behind to play next time we have a quiet mission, huh?” He shrunk down until he was shorter than Negaduck and clasped his hands behind his back in hopes of appearing placating.

Negaduck rubbed his face. “Oh shuddup ya kiss up. Last I heard, the lookout is supposed to warn his team before security bust us and call for backup, instead of napping!”

He took a bag of cement out from under the desk. “Wanna explain that, ya wet noodle?”

Liquidator trembled. “I-I figured you’re amazing plan would go off without a hitch a-and, um…”

“Just drop it, Negaduck! We didn’t get captured and no one even knows it was us, quit being a jerk and go plot a better plan,” Bushroot said heatedly.

For a while, the mutated duck and inter-dimensional terrorist were engaged in a stare-off.

Eventually, Negaduck broke eye contact and jumped out of his seat.

“Ya know what, between the sniveling, the nonsense, the sucking up, and the useless criticism, I’ve just about had with you morons for the night.”

With that, Negaduck stomped off to his private rooms.

Bushroot huffed. “Licks’, you need to start standing up to Negadork. Your like a doormat around him.”

Liquidator pouted. “The survey shows I’m not the only one scared of the boss.”

He pointed to Megavolt, currently in a fetal position on the floor. Quackerjack was sat beside him, petting his head gently.

“Oh yeah, well you still haven’t explained why you fell asleep,” Quackerjack retorted.

Megavolt blinked. “Hey, yeah! If you’d seen those guards in time, Quacky coulda sorted them out before he started laughing! Now Negaduck’s mad and it’s all your fault!” He yelled, now remembering what happened.

Quackerjack frowned. “That’s not what I meant, Sparky.” The toymaker didn’t like when his friends fought and blamed each other. “It’s probably Negaduck’s fault anyway.” Everyone turning against one another just gave him more power.

Bushroot frowned. “Although, I have to ask. Why did you fall asleep? You usually don’t need it.”

Liquidator frowned. “Experts agree that three days straight on stakeout makes even the most energetic worker a bit tired,” he answered, his voice weary.

Bushroot clenched his fists. For the heist, everyone had been assigned different roles; Quackerjack and Megavolt built the machine to cut into the vault, Negaduck would use it, and Brushroot would grab the cash. Liquidator had been ordered to stakeout the bank to learn the security guards’ patterns, and on the night of the heist he would be on lookout. It was, however, a little known fact that while Liquidator didn’t need as much sleep as a mortal would, he was still a living being who needed his rest. Normally, the water dog took power naps every so often to function poperly, but by the sounds of things Negaduck hadn’t even allowed that.

“See Megsy, it all goes back to Negadweeb. He made Licky exhausted and let me get bored.” Quackerjack tugged at his hat and whined. “That meanie always ruins everything! Why do we even work for him anyways?!”

Bushroot took a deep breath. “Because like it or not, Negaduck’s the only one with any chance of taking down Negadrip. We need him.”

Everyone looked at the floor sullenly as the tension settled on them like lead. As the caped crusader’s counterpart, Negaduck was the only one who could possibly defeat him, alongside the other most dangerous criminals in St. Canard. He needed them, and they needed him, leading to an unfortunate alliance to the short-tempered criminal.

On the other hand, the four of them had become good friends almost immediately, so they at least had each other to help cope with their leader.

Quackerjack suddenly bounced up onto his feet. “Ugh, I hate it when everyone gets all mopey! Who wants pizza?!”

The others couldn’t help but grin. Quackerjack’s answer to all of life’s woes usually involved toys and food. He was also the only one who could lift everyone’s mood after a meeting with Negaduck.

“Alright, let’s get pizza,” Bushroot agreed. “We can go to my place and hang out.”

“Why can’t we go to my hideout?” Quackerjack and Megavolt said in unison.

“Because I’m not dealing with light bulbs or toys everywhere and I wanna check on my plants,” Bushroot answered.

Liquidator slung his arm around Bushroot’s shoulders. “Then let’s go, go, go!”

After a pit stop at a small pizzeria that served decent food and didn’t question when super villains and heroes alike dropped by - no matter how beaten up they sometimes were when they arrived - the four headed over to Bushroot’s greenhouse.

Everyone settled around the table with three boxes of pizza. Reggie couldn’t actually eat normal food anymore so after tending to his plants he settled down with his roots in a box of soil; Bud could eat, but this involved dissolving the food around where his stomach once was, so he had to sit with the table up to his chest so he wouldn’t gross out Elmo, and to avoid Jack poking at him trying to see how it worked.

“Seriously, Buddy. Why didn’t you tell Negadork you needed rest? Or just come to me about it, I could’ve sorted it out,” Reggie sighed.

Bud rubbed his shoulders. “It pays not to start fights with the boss,” he answered awkwardly.

Reggie rolled his eyes. “You’re a water elemental. You know what kind of power you have, so use it! Make a point. Or at least don’t let yourself be pushed around if you won’t actually fight back, just make the point that you can.”

Reggie knew all about dealing with bullies and bad bosses of course. Once upon a time he had let himself get pushed around and had eventually had his whole world pulled out from under him. As a mutant, however, Reginald Bushroot hardly knew the meaning of the word fear.

Bud was of the same opinion, and had also put on a confident front in his old life; but to get to where he had been he’d kissed up to his old bosses to get on top, now those instincts came back whenever he saw Negaduck. Also, the guy just plain scared him.

“Aw, let ‘im be Reggie, we can’t all be angry at everything all the time like you. Frankly it just sounds exhausting,” Jack said.

Reggie rolled his eyes. “Like you can talk about being exhausting, Jack, and stop playing with your food.”

Jack looked up from his attempts to make faces on his pizza slice with the toppings.

“Ya know, Reg, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,” he grinned.

Everyone else groaned at the bad joke.

“Oh please, that one was hilarious and you all know it.”

“I just wish he wouldn’t push us around like that,” Elmo said, staring at his pizza forlornly. “I mean, we’re not the only ones who screw up our plans,” he stopped and frowned, “I think. He’s messed up some too, right?”

Jack nodded and patted his friend’s shoulder. “Absolutely. Like that time he got so mad he set off the laser cannon early before Dripwing got anywhere near it and we got our butts kicked before it could recharge.”

“Was that the time we held the mayor for ransom, or the time we took over the harbour?”

“I think those were the same plan, we kept the mayor in the brig on that big ship.”

Soon the evening turned to complaining about Negaduck and the various ways he’d ruined his own plans, or had just generally upset anyone in the group.

“Ya know what?!” Jack announced, bagning his fist on the table. “We should all just boot Negadork outta the team. We keep losing with him anyway, he hasn’t beaten Dripwing, and he’s a big old meanie!”

Elmo shook his head frantically. “Not a chance, he’d kill us.”

Bud nodded in agreement. “Experts agree that Negaduck would wipe out a riot without a second thought.”

“Oh please, if he can’t take out Darkwing, what chance does he have against three mutants and Jack,” Reggie said.

“Just cause he can’t beat Darkwing, doesn’t mean Negaduck is weak,” Elmo explained. “And besides, Darkwing never actually wants to hurt us, Negaduck wouldn’t hold back.”

Everyone sighed. It was true, whilst the caped crusader was certainly the bane of their existence, no one could say he didn’t care about their welfare, often trying to detain the four of them as quickly and painlessly as possible. His little sidekick, Quiverwing Quack, was a bit of a wild card in that regard; but on the most part she followed in her mentor’s footsteps to help others as much as possible.

Negaduck, on the other hand, revelled in violence and mayhem. As much as he needed the Fearsome Five’s help, as Darkwing was always just barely a step ahead of him, he was also just as capable of dealing with them as his counterpart, and far more willing to tear each of them to pieces, molecule by molecule, should they rise up.

Jack squirmed in his seat. “Ugh, everyone’s getting all depressed again! Let’s go watch a movie.”

They couldn’t agree more, wanting to be rid of the hopeless feelings clogging their thoughts, at least temporarily. Soon, Reggie had set up his stolen TV and found a movie. The three of them squeezed onto his stolen sofa, with Bud resting happily in a paddling pool.

A few hours later everyone was out cold in the dim light of the TV, the credits rolling; Jack and Elmo leaned against each other, Reggie was draped over the arm of the sofa as close to Bud as he could be without actually being in the paddling pool, and Bud relaxed his dog-like form to simply be a puddle for the night. For a little while, they just let each other feel safe.

[spanishyumejoshi]

Imagine in ducktales universe my self insert dating the famous actor Jim Starling and everyone following her for making her questions. Like he isn't so famous now but thanks for dating someone more young than him is enough for bringing the attention of the media. And more important when the girlfriend is the daughter of one of the actors of darkwing duck, reginald Bushroot-picoplanta. Regi is now a famous scientist and not an actor but media doesn't care, daughter of someone famous and an actor with age gap dating.

[hexusproductions]

Confession

Summary: Bushroot is finally going to tell Liquidator how he feels. Author’s Note: Two fics in one day?! This is what happens when I get inspired and hop on the duck train. Written for Duckvember prompt 18 - Duck Shipping. If there’s one ship I love just as much as Megsy and Quackers, it’s these two idiots.

Bushroot took a deep breath.

“It’s alright Reginald. You can do this.” He told himself, trying to build his confidence. It wasn’t really working. Bushroot poked his head gingerly around the corner, peeking cautiously across the greenhouse. Liquidator was lying in a waddling pool, happily dozing. He had volunteered to help with the water supply in Bushroot’s greenhouse, in return for letting him stay for a few days. Bushroot was sure it was to hide from Darkwing and the police.

Bushroot pulled his head back and breathed again. He couldn’t put it off any longer. He was going to tell Liquidator exactly how he felt. Bushroot straightened, and stiffly strutted out from his hiding place. Standing over the wading pool, Bushroot cast a shadow over it, but Liquidator didn’t seem to react.

“Liquidator.” Bushroot began after clearing his throat. The aquatic canine cracked one eye open and smiled.

“Bushroot. What can I do for you today?” The over-the-top and cheerful voice coupled with that dazzling smile made Bushroot gulp nervously as his earlier confidence went down the drain.

“Well, um, I…” He stammered, glancing away and tapping the tips of his index fingers together. Liquidator stood up, still waiting for an answer and still smiling. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

“You know what nevermind-“ Bushroot blurted and turned to leave, but Liquidator grabbed him and pulled him back.

“Reception fuzzy? You may just be missing out on one-time-only deals.” Liquidator remarked, indicating that he wanted to hear what Bushroot was going to say.

“Um…” What was he going to say again? He distantly remembered planning what he was going to say and he had to have had some idea before coming over here.

“I was just…going to say that…Spike might need watering?” Bushroot suggested with an awkward shrug. Liquidator frowned and looked over to where Spike seemed quite content. He looked back to Bushroot, who grimaced.

“Overwatering, Bushy? That doesn’t sound like you.” Liquidator put his hands on his hips and leant forward, cocking his head, “Are you sure you didn’t have something else to tell me?” Bushroot stammered something incoherent, trying not to focus on the breaching of his personal space. He didn’t mind, but that was the whole problem now wasn’t it?

“Maybe?” Bushroot tried. He was basically mentally screaming at this point. He’d thought about it already but now it was suddenly very possible that his feelings might not be returned.

Liquidator crossed his arms, waiting with only a small amount of patience.

This was a bad plan. He loved his plants but that wasn’t exactly the most inviting of traits. And he’d already fallen out so many times before with both Rhoda and Posey, did he really want to end up alone and miserable just like before?

“Bushroot.”

“Wha, hi, I’m here.” Bushroot snapped back to Earth, and he realised he still needed an answer, “Oh, right. I just wanted to…to thank you, yeah, thank you, for all you’ve done to help me and t-the plants in my greenhouse.”

“The Liquidator guarantees a hundred per cent satisfaction or your money back.” Liquidator held a hand to his chest with a grin of pride, and Bushroot smiled. The help had been free, so either way he would have gotten nothing back.

“So, yes, thank you.” Bushroot turned slightly, but then stopped and forced himself to turn back around, “I was also wondering if you might, maybe, want to the park or the movies or something sometime. Maybe. With me.” He grimaced again in an awkward smile, ready to run away and forget this ever happened.

Liquidator was quiet. Oh no. He was right all along, this was a bad idea.

“You’re asking me out?” Liquidator blinked, looking a little stunned.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to I-I just thought it might be a good idea I…” Bushroot blurted, but then sagged with a sigh, “I’ll just go…” He went to leave, then squawked in surprise as he was scooped up by a pair of very wet arms.

“I thought you’d never ask!” Liquidator laughed.

“Wait, that’s a yes?!” Bushroot exclaimed, eyes wide as his head snapped around.

“Of course!” Liquidator held Bushroot against him tightly, “Why else did you think I was hanging around here for so long? It certainly wasn’t because of your deformed daisies.”

“Are you insulting my daisies?” Bushroot questioned, the offense in his tone only half-fake. Liquidator laughed again, and Bushroot wrapped his arms around his neck as he couldn’t help laughing himself.

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“Welcome Christmas” from How the Grinch Stole Christmas (Day 10 of 31)

For @leviprime @raidenraccoon @teh-bluejay and @rubbersoles19 who have become GoMax shippers. 

“I’m trying to be cool about this, but the Negaverse really does look like a video game,” Max said as he jumped from car to car in Gosalyn’s wake. “Seriously. All I need is a few weapons and some zombies and I’d be set.”

“How would you fight off the zombies?” Gosalyn asked, leaping down to the pavement and glancing back to make sure he wasn’t too far behind. “You don’t have a game controller.”

“I played baseball!” Max said indignantly, walking side by side with Gosalyn as they started down the street.

“That type of swing would tire you out quickly and mess up your shoulders and back because you’d be hitting living things and not a small ball,” Gosalyn pointed out.

“Listen,” Max said. “No zombie is gonna come running at me at 90 miles per hour, so I would be able to use all that force on a slow-moving brainless monster, which I could totally do.”

“What video games are you playing?” Gosalyn asked, glancing up at him. “Because the ones I’ve played with you, and beaten you in by the way—”

“That’s still up for debate. You elbowed me in the ribs.”

“—have very nimble and fast-moving zombies,” Gosalyn finished as if she hadn’t been interrupted half way through.

“Okay,” Max said, holding up his hands in surrender, “you are getting very technical and I just came out here to have a good time.”

“A good time. In the Negaverse?” Gosalyn raised an eyebrow.

Max shrugged. “Well, you were here, so. Yeah.”

Gosalyn couldn't help the blush that spread across her cheeks as Max grinned down at her. Sobering up, she pointed a finger at him. “Don’t try to sweet talk me so you can win this zombie argument.”

“I am telling you I could take them out!” Max said, balling his hands into a fist and miming a batter’s swing. “Give me a baseball bat and I would be pretty dangerous.”

Gosalyn shook her head as they continued down the street.

It wasn’t that Gosalyn didn’t think he could do it, it’s that she knew he couldn’t. Sure, Max might be able to do some damage to zombies if given the chance and a weapon, but she was the fighting expert of the two and, realistically, she’d be the one fighting them all off.

The low rumble of voices caused Gosalyn to stop in her tracks, a hand going out to grip Max’s coat. He immediately frose, glancing down at her for further instructions.

There was definitely someone coming. A group of them based on the crunching of the snow and the voices echoing down the nearby street.

It had been a huge gamble, bringing Max to the Negaverse. But he’d been interested, she’d needed the help, and the city had been at its safest with a stockpile of villains trapped in the Prime Universe. Really, if Max was ever going to visit the Negaverse, now was the time before the chaos returned in full force.

Until right this moment, when Negaduck was apparently bringing all the chaos home.

Gosalyn gripped Max’s coat and shoved him into a nearby restaurant. Ducking down under a front window, glass long since blown away and the frame lopsided, she whispered, “Don’t say anything and don’t move.”

He hunkered down, Gosalyn beside him as she listened to the villainous group get closer and closer.

“My leaves are gonna freeze off if I stay out in this cold much longer,” Bushroot whined.

“I’m already half frozen,” Liquidator said, his voice shaking.

“I knew I shoulda gotten dat winter suit from da department store before we left,” Steelbeak said.

“The city’s a mess!” Ammonia screeched.

“Nothing a little paint won’t fix,” Splatter Phoenix said.

“Shut up,” Negaduck snarled. “All of you, just shut up.”

No one dared speak again, but their footsteps grew louder as the villains approached. Gosalyn maneuvered so she could peer out of the entryway, the door hanging exclusively by the topmost hinge hopefully obstructing her from the villains.

But they were walking away from her. Towards the edges of town where each of the villains had set up their own individual hideouts.

Gosalyn remained as still as she could, her eyes following each of the villains as they walked by, making sure they had all returned. She would’ve liked to follow them to their respective hideouts and watch their reactions to the Christmas surprises she’d left for each of them, but she wouldn’t risk Max for that. And she had the annual McDuck Christmas party to attend tonight, so.

As she’d told Negaduck a few weeks ago, she’d overbooked.

Still. It was tempting.

To tell Max to wait here and slip out, following them to their individual hideouts.

Because she’d decorated each one for a kind of Christmasy homecoming and thank-you-for-staying-loyal-while Negaduck-had-been-gone type of thing. Today, she had needed an extra pair of hands (Liquidator’s gift and been heavier than she’d anticipated), so she’d recruited Max. He was probably as eager as she was to see how each villain reacted to their gifts since he’d been directly involved.

She could just imagine Megavolt seeing his lighthouse glowing with every variation of string lights Gosalyn had been able to get her hands on.

Bushroot tending to the poinsettias she’d brought back from Mexico and all the sad little Christmas trees the lots had been ready to send to the chipper.

Liquidator finding the ice sculptures.

Quackerjack playing (and no doubt modifying) the traditional Christmas toys she’d found as she had shopped to best her father during the 12 Days gift-off.

Ammonia using her plethora of new cleaning supplies.

Splatter Phoenix testing out her new paint set.

Moliarty wearing his enhanced eyewear that helped him see in any lighting.

Steelbeak’s new suit.

Paddywhack got a Mexican piñata because Gosalyn had been at a loss as to what to get a demon duck and everyone likes piñatas, right?

So, yeah.

It would be nice to see each of their reactions in person. But she had places to be.

Besides, she’d probably hear about each of these gifts in the days to come. With new toys and tools, each of the villains would likely commit small crimes to test them out. Which would then give Negaduck the opportunity to put each villain back in their place.

Really, these were the gifts that would keep on giving.

Negaduck led his villainous hoard down the street, stalking forward with his hands balled into fists. The rest of the brood followed in his wake, shivering and silently fighting one another with shoves and rude gestures.

Gosalyn had kind of missed them. The Negaverse hadn’t been the same.

As the villains disappeared down the street, Gosalyn glanced over to Max with a smirk. “Want me to find you a baseball bat so you can let loose?”

“I said I could take out slow-moving zombies, not a hoard of villains.” Max sat up slowly and glanced through the window. “Are we safe?”

“You were never not safe,” Gosalyn said, standing and looking down the street to make sure the villains were still making their way through the city and hadn’t stopped for whatever reason. “But yes, the coast is clear.”

Gosalyn gave it a few more moments before poking her head out of the restaurant. The villainous group was getting smaller and smaller, eventually disappearing around a corner.

Stepping out into the street, Gosalyn nodded to Max who joined her.

“I know, by the way,” Max said, smiling down at her. “That I’m safe here with you.”

Gosalyn rolled her eyes but couldn’t withhold her own smile. “You’re such a sap.”

“Your sap,” Max pointed out as they continued on their way, down two more blocks to the corner where they’d left the hot-wired Volkswagen. They’d gotten as close to Liquidator’s as they could, but the roads were either overgrown with vegetation or drowned in collected water so they’d still walked the last few blocks to reach their destination.

And, apparently, they’d been just in time. A few minutes more and they might have run into the villainous hoard instead of passing by them.

Shifting the car into drive once they were both safely inside the vehicle, Gosalyn barreled down the abandoned city streets and barren freeways towards NegaDuckburg and the portal home.

She wondered if their luck would hold out and get them to the McDuck Christmas party on time.

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