#darkwing duck fanfic

[underduckverse]

Surprise!

Underduck chapter 11 launches tomorrow, on December 1st! (Technically today for me, I need to go to bed...)

Chapter 17 - 20 are not quite finished yet (18 - 20 for Nothing's Sacred), but I've reached a bit of a writer's block, and quite frankly, I miss updating. Life has been a mess these last few months, and I am trying to kick the habit of locking myself into near-unachievable demands and conditions, and then kicking myself over failing to meet them.

After that, updates continue as per usual of once a week, alternating Underduck and Nothing's Sacred, until chapter 15. If the rest of the chapters are done by then, WOO! If not, there'll be another scheduled break until they are.

[thezoe611]

Maybe it's because we're in the spooky season, but I realized that I NEVER showed a possible design that Morgana would have in "Unstoppable", if she had appeared. And, well, why not? Besides, canon or not, Morgana should definitely be invited to Gosalyn and Max's wedding^^

And since I drew Morgana, why not take advantage and draw Nega-Morgana?

Man, if only I had the time to explore and write the stories I would like TvT (still writing in small steps "Beauty and The Beast" TvT)

Nega-Morgana's design belongs to @rightasrainee .I love drawing your NegaMorgana design^^. Her hair is a challenge sometimes, but that makes it more interesting!

"Unstoppable" is based on "Geronimo Saga" by @rebellingstagnationblog

[shootingcookielover]

Okay okay okay but like, negaduck and darkwing both have giant egos and r super self-absorbed, right? Strange considering they're meant to be opposites, right?

Except no, bc theyre egos are coming from two vastly different places - Darkwing presents himself as the best, the greatest, because he doesn't believe it. Because his self-esteem is kinda shot. He has little to no integrity when it comes to his image and how he's perceived (shoutout to the episode "Let's Get Respectable"), though he does get over that a little bit after the episode ig

Negaduck, meanwhile, is the opposite of that, of course - his ego stems from his actual beliefs. He does think he's the best, worst villain the world's ever seen. He knows this, it's a core belief. He is, absolutely and unquestionably, public enemy nr 1. So when the public doesn't acknowledge this fact, it makes him upset - bc this isn't something to be disputed. It's just a fact.

I wasnt going anywhere with this btw i just rambled at my qpp for like, two hours straight abt darkwing duck yesterday and i wanted to write down smth from it somewhere lol

[thefearsomefangirl]

So.. may i invite everyone to hear about my Darkwing Duck x Paperinik (Duck Avenger) fanfic wip?

This is the idea:

Bushroot is recruited by SHUSH for help them understand and investigate the new planetary menace The Evronians.

But, in this scenario he find himself adopting and standing a defense case with this anomalous single spore which may be the result of the experimentation of some banished (humanitarian) scientific evrionian

Can you imagine Bushroot adopting an Evrionite (a baby fungi alien)... ?

you know, one of this:

Cuz i CAN

Also. Bushroot falls in love with his vigilante enemy while the relationship between Dark and Morgana slowly falls apart.

XD

I got the inspo after marveling with this panel:

You see that:

Dark is giving Reggie a hell of a talk. He's talking about TRUE LOVE and not watching Morgana, but Gos and Lauchpad. His family.

So, after losing Posey, Reggie wants to have a family, and an alien spore (i call him/her/they Evran cuz Eva + Evron) sounds like a good starting point as any other :$

I'm i crazy??

Side note: i don't actually speak english. I'm mexican, so i speak spanish. Therefore the fic is in español xD but giving that I'm still in the building stage, i wanted to know if someone have an interest in this idea :$

[quiverwingquack]

don't leave me on my own(i can't do this all alone)

When Launchpad starts to feel sick on patrol, Drake cuts the night short to take him home. As his fever rises, Launchpad begins to worry—every relationship before this has ended with him feeling forgotten, no matter how much he loved them. Does Drake feel the same, or will he be too much to love again, and end up all alone?

Launchpad stifles a sniffle as he looks out over the city with Darkwing. He pulls up the fluffy collar on his jacket, and beside him, his partner is bundled up in his thick, warm winter costume. They’ve already stopped a would-be supervillain from attacking Mayor Owlson’s offices, and two potential burglars, even with Gosalyn off at the manor for a sleepover. A productive patrol, and plans later to head home and watch Darkwing together until dawn. Everything’s going great.

Well, mostly great, anyway.

There’s a chill in the wind this week, light snowflakes swirling under the streetlights. The snow isn’t sticking quite yet, but the cold is clinging to the streets, and Launchpad keeps finding himself wishing he’d brought tissues. He was feeling fine back in Duckburg, but the wind is biting at his cheeks and he’s starting to feel shaky.

At his side, Drake is looking down at the city, brow furrowed with focus. Launchpad hesitates—his partner wouldn’t mind, but he wants to savor this moment. Spending time together and fighting crime are two of his favorite things, and he gets to do them with his favorite person. Besides, what kind of sidekick would he be if he gave up over some sniffles and sneezes? He’ll be fine for a little while longer.

“What are ya thinkin’, Deedubya?” He turns his attention to his partner instead.

“Hm? Oh,” DW looks up, shaking his head. “Nothing really. Just that it’s been quiet since we stopped that last guy.”

LP grins. “Maybe they heard Darkwing’s out tonight and got scared.”

“Maybe, huh?” His mask wrinkles as he smiles back, those beautiful dark eyes sparkling. “They know they’re no match for us!”

The smile clings to LP’s beak even as they descend from the rooftops back to the Ratcatcher. Us… he doesn’t know if he’ll ever get used to that. To the unconditional love Drake keeps showing him, or to being partners both on patrol and off. It makes his heart feel warm inside his chest, chasing off the chill for a while.

They drive around the block, then towards downtown. St Canard is quiet, still as the snow that’s starting to stick. The few people who are out are hurrying home, and the city’s criminals are nowhere to be found. Whether it’s the weather or the late hour, it seems nobody wants to be out right now.

They pull up to a red light, and LP glances around at the empty streets. All the cars he can see are parked and silent as a wintery wonderland begins to grow around them. The snow is clinging to the sidewalks, piling up around the parking spaces as a white blanket begins to form. Darkwing pauses, watching as a city truck passes, slinging salt across the pavement.

“What a dull night,” he remarks, turning to LP. “Maybe we should—”

“Huh?” Launchpad looks back at his partner as he pauses. “What’s the matter, Deedubya?”

“You don’t look so good,” Drake replies, reaching out to brush LP’s bangs aside and rest his hand on his partner’s forehead. “Your cheeks are all pink. I think you’ve got a fever.”

Drake’s hand moves from his forehead to caress his cheek, and for a moment, LP’s heart races. But then, simultaneously realizing they’re still sitting in the road, they pull apart, and Drake begins to drive again. “Let’s head home, and I’ll make us something warm to eat.”

“That sounds good,” LP’s head is spinning, and he’s not sure if it’s the cold or his lovestruck heart that’s causing it. “Thanks, Deedubya.”

“Of course, LP,” he replies softly, and though he’s focused on the road, Launchpad can see a soft pink blush peeking out from under his mask. “Then maybe we’ll watch some Darkwing and sit together on the couch for a while?”

“Yeah, that—” LP sneezes, head still swirling. “That would be nice.”

The drive home is quiet, the streets still except for the softly falling snow. Launchpad finds himself fighting off sleep before they reach the bridge, the dizziness turning to drowsiness. Yeah, maybe he is sick. Maybe… maybe he’ll lean against Drake’s shoulder for a second, and he’ll… feel a little better….

When he wakes, it’s to a soft kiss on the forehead. His eyes slowly focus on the monitor glowing across the room and Drake’s merch collection spread out around them. It’s much warmer now, and LP’s suddenly aware that his partner was right—his feathers feel like fire, a fever burning him up inside—and all he can think for a moment is that he wants to go to bed.

“C’mon, bud,” Drake encourages, offering a hand to help him out of the sidecar. “You just lay down on the couch, okay? I’ll take care of everything else.”

“Are—are you sure?” Launchpad covers his mouth as he coughs. “I don’t wanna make you—”

“I’ve got you,” he promises, letting LP lean on him as they cross the room. “Just let me take care of you for a while, okay?”

“Thanks,” his steps are shaky, but Drake helps him balance until he can collapse on the couch. “My hero.”

Drake laughs, and even through the rising fever and hazy head, LP feels warm inside again. Drake is so kind, so caring, so selfless… he’s everything Launchpad’s always wanted to be. Everything Launchpad’s always wanted in a partner but never quite found.

He finds love wherever he goes, whether that’s flying halfway across the globe, or just driving to downtown Duckburg. But none of his exes have ever made him feel like they understand him—not like Drake does. Drake will listen to his Darkwing theories, and share his own. He never expects Launchpad to be any sharper than he is, never asks him to try being tougher or smarter. He loves Launchpad unconditionally, just as he is.

And LP has no idea what he’s supposed to do with that.

He loves Drake the same, of course. Loves to listen while Drake goes on and on with dramatic speeches, and loves to work on elaborate projects that’ll help on patrol. No one else would work with him on a working replica of the Thunderquack. It’s just… strange. How’s he supposed to get used to someone who loves him just for being himself when he’s spent his life hiding who he is, all in the name of love?

How can Drake possibly love all of him? All his loud, excited outbursts, forgetting most people know cues and unwritten rules? How can Drake love him despite all the crashes, real and figurative? What does Drake see in him that nobody else has?

Everybody else… left him and moved on. It was always an… “it’s not me, it’s you” or “you’ll find somebody else” or… or “we can still be friends” even though things would never be the same…. And Launchpad worries sometimes that Drake will… drift away, just like they did… worries that he’ll be left behind, and Drake will just… stop caring about him….

“Launchpad, baby,” Drake’s soft voice pulls him from sleep. “Wake up for a minute.”

“Huh?” LP startles. When did he fall asleep?

“I brought you some cold medicine and Gatorade,” Drake explains, helping him sit up. “I thought a drink would help.”

“Yeah,” Launchpad takes the medicine without thinking, then chugs half the blue bottle. His throat was so dry, and he didn’t even realize it. “Thanks. That feels better.”

“You’re welcome,” Drake kisses his forehead. “You still have a fever. Do you wanna keep resting for a while, and we’ll have dinner when it’s ready?”

LP takes a deep breath. The tower smells like fresh vegetables and savory broth, reminding him of wintery days as a kid. He used to spend whole afternoons playing in the snow with Loopey, and he’d come inside to those same smells of warm soup on the stove. Soup made with love by someone who’s happy to make it for him.

Made by someone who loves him.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, head suddenly spinning again. “That… that sounds good.”

He lays down, resting his head on the arm of the couch. Maybe… maybe it doesn’t matter why Drake loves him. He does, plain and simple, and Launchpad feels loved… Warm and cozy, wrapped up in a blanket they bought together… he’s safe and sound, and… he’s home. Whatever happens, he’ll always be loved when he’s with Drake, and that’s more than enough.

[memelordotherblog]

The fearsome four and Doublex and Ecks should really make a support group for villains where anyone can talk about their terrible bosses. At least the four got away from Negaduck in the new comics, these two are still stuck with Triplex.

[writebackatya]

I still can’t get over the fact that they only gave Splatter Phoenix two measly episodes and the final one ends with Gosalyn straight up murdering her

I would have loved seeing her in the DT17 universe

[shewhowantsmouseears]

magic mafia morgana scene

As promised, here's some silliness with the above idea inspired by this concept!

Ever since Drake Mallard had decided to take up the cape and become a real crime-fighter, every day had come with new surprises and challenges – and somehow, someway, he’d overcome each one of them. Sometimes he’d lose a few feathers or suffer a major concussion along the way, but now he wore these bruises as medals of honor knowing his beloved city was safe. Tonight was no exception – several of his feathers had been singed from flames because of literally blowing up this week’s villainous plan, but he couldn’t help but grin proudly as he watched the smoke rise into the sky, twirling his gas gun around his fingers.

It would have felt slightly better if said villain wasn’t howling in anger and agony, falling to her knees, and clutching her hair as she watched her plans go up in actual smoke.  Dang, she was even pretty when she was upset! Morgana MaCawber, head of the MaCawber family that had been threatening local businesses if they didn’t enter her magical protection racket, was unable to do anything but watch as the fire ate away at the magical supplies her gang had been about to unleash on the city. Gosalyn and Launchpad were in the sky, using the Thunderquack to douse the fire before it became uncontrollable.

“Well, Miss Macawber,” Darkwing said after trying to come up with a fire-based pun, “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, when you’re committing crimes in St. Canard, always expect them to be bust…ed. Hm. That didn’t quite work out.” Okay, he was still new at quips, give him time. He shook his head and began to walk towards Morgana. They were alone on the rooftop, with a perfect view of the city, and in his opinion, a perfect view of her lovely face, illuminated by the flames. It was a shame such a knock-out had been trying to knock him out all night. Boy, her eyes were really green… FOCUS. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, and are ready to peacefully surrender. I’m sure the good folks in the police bureau will ease your sentence if you-”

“YOU.”

Morgana’s normally sultry voice had changed into something demonic and dark – it almost made Darkwing drop his gas gun, and he emitted a tiny squeak. “Me?”

“YOU…” Her entire body began to tremble with fury, her hands curling up and allowing Darwking to focus on how her fingernails started to resemble claws. “YOU… RUINED… EVERYTHING!”

“W-well, that was the idea, yes…” His confidence began to falter. This hadn’t been part of the plan – she was supposed to cry into his masculine chest, ask for forgiveness, and he’d run a hand through that silky looking hair and assure her he’d wait for her prison sentence to end, and then romantic music would swell in the background, credits roll.

Instead of becoming a dainty wounded princess, she began to rise to her feet (boy, she was SUPER tall too, homina homina homina) her breathing become harder and harder. “Do you have any idea… how LONG this took to plan?! How many years have I sunk into this? All this time, this money, this effort, and it’s all... GONE! EVERYTHING I WORKED FOR IS GONE! AND IT’S ALL… IT’S ALL…” She tilted her head back toward him, vaguely reminding him of a horror movie he’d seen as a kid. “BECAUSE… OF… YOU.”

“So we agree, I stopped you.” He let out a nervous little laugh. Funny, he’d wanted those emerald eyes gazing into his own earlier, but not quite like this. He tried to swallow down his fear and rationalize the situation – he had the gas gun, and while her body was (very) nice to look at, she was no threat to him physically. She was slim, slinky, and had the figure of a runway model, and HOO BOY he was going to lose his train of thought at this rate. The point was, she was defenseless, so he had no reason to be afraid of her. He aimed the gun at her, his resolve strengthened. “Now it’s time to come along quietly, Miss Morgana, and I’ll hand you over to the police. There’s nothing more you can do!”

The second he finished that sentence, the gas gun was blown out of his hands. He blinked three times in rapid succession as he tried to understand what had just happened. Morgana had been pointing at his hand – no, it was more accurate to say it was using finger guns at him… to be even MORE accurate, there were several glowing orbs of light around her hands, and she’d just fired one of them off at his hand, like a magical bullet. No, like nothing – that HAD been a magical bullet.

He clicked his tongue. “Spoke a bit too early, didn’t I?” His knowledge about magic and the arcane was extremely limited, given how he hadn’t believed in it until he met the McDuck family and their merry band of insanity. But maybe he should have guessed that anyone who dabbled in magical products was probably some kind of magical being themselves. “I knew you were enchanting, but I didn’t think you’d fit another description for it.” He made an attempt to grab the gas gun but she fired off another shot, and with a not-as-heroic whelp, he began to run.

“YOU THINK I’LL GO DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT?!” She screamed at him, firing off several rounds from her smoking fingertips.

“I WAS KIND OF HOPING?” Darkwing shouted right back, trying to run through his vast tv trivia to find any ideas of how to save his skin and stop this sorceress. The only thing keeping him from being blasted from mullets was that her anger was making her aim off-kilter. He’d need to back off and rethink, which was why he took a valiant leap off of the rooftop to land on the next one… but she had the same idea, and the chase wasn’t stopped.

Gosalyn had been recording on her phone, hoping to use Darkwing’s victories as viral videos to boost his popularity (and her own, let’s be real) when the light of the magical bullets caught her eye. She glanced over and gasped at the scene unfolding, tugging on Launchpad’s arm. “Launchpad! Darkwing’s in trouble!”

“So are we!” Down below on the surface, the rest of Morgana’s mafia had finally caught up to the chaos and were firing their own “shots” toward the plane. The plane would survive, but its speed was vastly hampered, even as he tried pulling away as hard as he could. “I don’t know if we’ll make to him in time!”

“We have to try! She’s got him cornered!” Abandoning the phone, she placed herself up against the glass of the plane, watching in fright as Darkwing was backing away from Morgana, with no other safe places to jump to. Launchpad yanked on the throttle, steering the plane towards his friend, but…

Morgana was no longer running like a madwoman. Now that he had no place left to run, her steps were slow and meticulous, her hands spread out and glowing in a sickly yellow fashion. “No matter I do… you keep besting me.” She growled, sharp fangs bared. “No matter how hard I kick you down, you keep getting back up. No matter what corner I turn, you’re always there. You insufferable… pompous…arrogant…”

With each step she took towards him, Darkwing tried to lean an inch back, but when he nearly lost his hat, he knew escape was impossible. Sweat trickled down his face as she came closer and closer – funny, he thought, he’d worried about sweaty palms when he first met her.

“You’re relentless! You’re aggravating! You’re… you’re…” The glow from her hands vanished, and she grabbed him by the lapels of his costume -

“Darkwing!” Gosalyn and Launchpad cried out in horrified unison –

And then she kissed him.

Perhaps that was too gentle a word, because there was nothing soft and sweet about that smooch. It was a deep, all-consuming embrace that would have been the dictionary definition of passion, mashing her beak right into Darkwing – who, for the record, had gone frozen solid. It was a long one, too, which allowed the audience of Gosalyn and Launchpad to stare for several long seconds in stunned silence.

Launchpad broke the ice first with a well-meaning “Awww.”

Gosalyn wasn’t so cheerful. “What.”

It went on, and on, and on, and on, and just as Gosalyn was going to ask when they were coming up for air, Morgana pulled back and pulled Darkwing into her chest, holding so tightly that she nearly choked him. The furor in her voice had been abruptly switched out for gooey, giddy glee as she began to ramble in Italian. “Amore! Tesoro! Cara mia!”

“Those are Italian pet names.” Launchpad helpfully explained. “I learned them from my ex-boyfriend Tony in Venice! I should call him, see how he’s doing-”

“THANK YOU, LAUNCHPAD.” Gosalyn loudly smacked the glass with her fingers, trying to get him on the task at hand. “But that doesn’t exactly explain what we’re looking at! I think several steps were skipped!”

Darkwing was having similar thoughts buzzing in whatever part of his brain that hadn’t been fully knocked around by that massive kiss. Even then, that part was fighting for his life since he was being held by the beautiful woman he had a no-way-subtle crush on. The best he could muster up in response was “Huh?”

“You are my one true love!” Morgana cupped Darkwing’s cheeks in her hands, eyes aglitter with devotion. “All my life, I’ve been looking for a man worthy enough to stand by my side, but none have ever measured up to my standards! I thought I’d never meet someone who could be my equal, but you!” She peppered his face with kisses, his cheeks, his forehead, and his lips several times for good measure. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a man!”

Whatever was left of Darkwing’s sense managed to control his body for a very brief moment as he leaned his head back. “Hang on a minute. If I’m understanding this correctly… you, um, like me?”

“Darkwing Duck, I adore you!” Her hands clasped his own, and after a second of hesitation, he returned the gentle touch. “You’re the only one for me!”

Wow, this was way better than that fantasy he’d been envisioning earlier! A shy smile spread across his beak, and his tail did a tiny wag. “I… I feel the same way about you, Morgana! I’ve liked you ever since I laid eyes on you!” There we go, there’s the romantic music swelling up! Sure, it was inside his head – though he wouldn’t have put it past Launchpad to start blasting it on the Thunderquack’s speakers, he did make the ultimate wingman – but things were going his way! He actually had a shot with this gorgeous woman! Could life get any better?

With a pleased purr, Morgana affectionally nuzzled her beak to his cheek. “We were meant to be together! You simply must join mi familia at once!”

A blush began to grow on Darkwing’s cheeks. “You want me to meet your parents already? Before the first date?”

She giggled sweetly, lightly booping Darkwing’s bill. “Not that, silly! I want you to join my enterprise – my criminal empire, as my right-hand-man!”

There went the romantic music, and here came the record needle scratch. “What’s that now?”

“You and will rule over St. Canard together!” She threw an arm around his neck, holding him close again and accidentally choking him. “We’ll conquer this city and become the king and queen of crime! With your bravado and my magic, we’ll be unstoppable! Together, our love will destroy everyone who dares cross our path! Say, for the wedding, you mind if I forgo traditional white and go with red?”

“First off,” Darkwing managed to choke out as he pushed Morgana’s arm off his neck. “Obviously you look good in any color! Second, I’M NOT BECOMING A CRIMINAL!” Once he was free from her hold, he smoothed down his outfit. “I won’t say I’m not flattered by the offer, but I’m the city’s guardian! I’m not going to become it’s enemy because you’re hourglass shaped and I’m going to be thinking about that kiss for the rest of my life.” Maybe honesty wasn’t the best policy for this situation. “Sorry, Morgana, but if that’s how you see things, the only lady I’m going to work with is Lady Justice!” And that was too corny. Maybe he should have followed Jim Starling’s routine and gotten actual writers for his quips.

Strangely, Morgana didn’t look heartbroken or defeated, which should have been the first red flag. Instead, she tilted her head ever so slightly, and then let out another giggle, but this one was a bit more… witchy in nature. “Oh, how wonderful! You have a sense of humor too.” She then grinned, showing off every single one of her pearly white fangs.

A hard chill went Darkwing’s spine. “What’s the joke?”

“That you think you have a choice about this.”

Clink! Darkwing turned his head toward the new noise, and now found his right hand handcuffed to Morgana’s. “Wh-where did you even KEEP these?!”

Morgana was still smiling, but it was no longer full of adorable tenderness. It was the sort of look Darkwing recognized when he’d gone to toy conventions and a horde of rabid fans had tried to seize the last collector’s edition. There was no arguing logic with that kind. “Dark, darling.” Her sultry voice had returned but now it had deadly hints of infatuation. “You think I’m going to let a little thing like your own morals stand in the way of true love?”

He suspected that just like those rabid fans over that last collectible, she too wanted to steal him away and lock him up so no one else could ever put their fingers on him.  “Any way we can discuss this over dinner and a movie? And minus any chains?”

As Morgana did a classic evil laugh, Gosalyn couldn’t help but wince. “Wow. His childhood idol tried to kill him, and now his first girlfriend is legit crazy about him. He really can pick ‘em.”

“In Japan, they call that a yandere! Learned that from my ex-girlfriend Kimiko in Tokyo.”

“Thank you, Launchpad.”

[astrodances]

** Light warning for very small hints of and mentions of panic attacks. **

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nightmares

Spirited.

That’s what her grandpa would call it, right? Did always call it, and Gosalyn would always cherish being called that by him. Would always try to live up to that descriptor.

But why, oh why did it have to permeate into her sub-conscience? She was asleep; it’s off-hours!

Maybe it was the recent, reluctant acceptance of her new reality without her grandpa, or the breaking-in of a new more-permanent bed in the Tower, or the still more-rattling notion of searching for a possible new place to live with her-

“Darkwing! Help him!”

But Darkwing Duck is nowhere to be found, at least not in her field of vision. All Gosalyn can see is her grandpa defying the laws of physics by floating up and off the ground, trying to swim against an invisible force that won’t take no for an answer. Hands reach out for her, and his mouth moves desperately, but the only thing she can hear is a perceived syncopated buzzing of crackling red light, getting louder and brighter as he gets further and further.

A strong conviction overtakes her, and she realizes what she has to do to save him.

“Hang on, Grandpa!”

Can he hear her? She sure hopes so. The buzzing is starting to hurt her ears.

One arrow is all she needs, she knows this by now.

Crossbow up, take aim, fire!!

The buzz gives way to bright chaos, giving way to displaced calm.

The Ramrod lays in ruins, her arrow sticking up from the rubble, a sign of her victory.

“Grandpa?”

He’s gone.

“Grandpa? Are you under there?”

Last shred of hope; they can help him out if he’s hurt from the explosion-

“Say anything if you can hear me.”

She did this to him.

“GRANDPA!”

Gosalyn jolts up and immediately feels how her heart rate has skyrocketed. The pseudo-room she’s in, her bed underneath her, are all a dark fuzz.

Curse her imagination. Between knowing - and holding onto - the image of her grandpa’s face, and having a front-row, pivotal role in the actual fate of the Ramrod, her brain had no trouble stitching together that collage of a nightmare, didn’t it?

Breathe in. Breathe out. I’ll breathe with you.

She can still hear Huey’s guided breathing practice in her mind, from when he actually helped her calm down at St. Canard Tower, when her sense of loss turned into a full-blown panic attack.

But that feels a little too close to home right now, so she turns on her bedside lamp and takes stock of her surroundings. The warm light illuminates her bed, her backpack on the chair next to the door, her shoes, the-

“WHAT IS IT? What’s happening?”

Gosalyn nearly hits her head against the wall behind her from jumping back against the very sudden entrance of Drake into her room. (There goes her heart rate again.) But it’s the sight of him still half-asleep, holding a purple slipper in one hand like a flashlight and an empty glass of water like a gas gun in the other, turning this way and that against a supposed threat, that gets a soft giggle out of her despite herself.

It’s enough to rouse Drake to the land of the living, and he finally realizes where he is, focusing in on her. “I heard a scream, and I-” He looks at the objects in his hands before continuing, “I came to...help?”

Did she scream? She remembers crying out with enough force to shatter glass at the end of her nightmare - she can still feel it echoing through her senses - but did she really scream out loud?

She pauses and wonders if she stays still enough, the moment will pass and Drake will just disappear back into the darkness like nothing’s happened. No shame or reality to face.

But when Drake blinks at her and doesn’t move, she folds. “I...had a nightmare. Nothing major.”

“Like heck it isn’t.” Gosalyn’s impressed, if annoyed, at how he’s been checking his swearing around her. He takes a careful step forward to see her better. “You’re shaking.”

Gosalyn looks down at her arms, still braced against her sides, but even she can’t deny the visible tremor rattling through them, and she can’t stop them. Defeated (and suddenly weak from the spikes of adrenaline), she curls in around her knees. “It was about my grandpa,” she mumbles.

That’s all Drake needs to come around the side of her bed and sit on the edge, somewhere in the middle, putting his “weapons” behind him. He’s been even more aware of his boundaries around her (especially when it comes to her grandpa) than his swearing, and for that, she’s grateful. This isn’t the first nightmare he’s helped her through, but it’s definitely been the most intense so far.

Once Drake zeroes in his gaze on her, Gosalyn starts. “I was at the Ramrod, trying to save him before he got pulled in. And I-I shot one of my arrows, like I did that night? And I thought I saved him, but I...I...”

The words catch in her throat. Her stare stretches endlessly before her, but she still catches the feeling of Drake leaning in closer.

“I’m the one who trapped him.”

Her final whisper feels more like a final judgement, and the fear, the guilt, the hopelessness all start to crawl in around her again. And some strange sense of pathetic-ness, because some detached part of her, the cool, laidback teen, also heard her recounting, and it sounds so, well, pathetic to her, especially with someone else there witnessing all this.

It was just a nightmare.

But it wasn’t just a nightmare, was it? Because she really did shoot that arrow and destroy the Ramrod. She really did close off the gateway for her grandpa’s rescue and return.

It really is her fault.

Beaten by her own conscience, Gosalyn closes in further on herself, turning away from her audience. She doesn’t deserve the tears pooling in the corners of her eyes (those are for her grandpa, and she’s cried enough of them this week already), only the terror still coursing through her veins.

She just wants to disappear, to never have to face this reality again.

The bed shifts again, and Gosalyn can feel Drake’s hand resting on her foot.

“Gosalyn, I...it wasn’t you,” Drake begins, shaking his head. “You tried, and you had to make a hard decision in the end, but that doesn’t mean he’s trapped.”

“Yes it does,” she mumbles into her arm.

“No, it doesn’t. You know we’re going to keep looking for him, right? Whatever it takes.”

Drake’s determination and his little shake of her ankle is enough to get her to look at him properly. She can see the flicker of hope in his eyes, one the spirited part of her desperately wants to latch onto like a life preserver. On the flip side, he can see all the emotions she’s holding in, and he wills his heart to stay strong, for her.

“You didn’t trap him, Gosalyn. You were brave, so brave, at such a difficult moment, and you saved us all. That’s what makes you a hero. And that’s what’s gonna make you your grandpa’s hero. Okay?”

The spirited part of Gosalyn, the one who wanted the hope, takes over, and instead of verbally responding, or rolling her eyes at the pep talk, she launches herself at Drake’s side, wrapping her arms around him in an all-too-tight hug that he returns nevertheless.

Because that’s what she wants. Not to be called a hero, but to reach the moment where she (and everyone involved) can be called as such because her grandpa has been rescued. To have enough bravery to keep fighting, and to keep searching. To keep going, even through the nightmares.

To make it all okay.

[kaitosduckmania]

Welp... go wild and read And also I been thinking about this ship and Gosalyn's character quite recently too. Yeah, hope yall enjoy this :)

[nostalgink]

While it isn't fully proof-read, I was too proud not to share it. So expect some tweaks to the first chapter, but it's live and on my AO3.

[underduckverse]

Nothing's Sacred - Hit the ground runnin'

And as promised, the twin fic to Underduck. At the time of writing, Nothing's Sacred takes place entirely within the Negaverse, following everyone's favorite duck menace on his path to greatness

[thezoe611]

"Nega-Scrooge looked at the little mouse with confusion, not understanding what he wanted to get to… …But it all made sense when Timothy pulled out a pink bow, worn with time… The old duck felt that he lost his speech when he saw that treasure that he thought he had lost. -… I'm sorry… You told me that if I stole again, they would beat the scientist… but I couldn't help it… - Timothy confessed, with his ears down-… I'm so sorry…- he apologized, holding the cloth object closer. Nega-Scrooge looked at him with shining eyes, unable to control his emotions when he saw his treasure again. With trembling hands, the old man held up the faded pink bow, while his mind was invaded by little Webby's memories of him. The girl always smiled mischievously, with her black bear teddy in her arms, as she ran alongside the triplets, wanting to participate in some training, to which Donald scolded them, saying they weren't ready, watched by Launchpad, Fenton, Gyro and several members of the clan… … Oh… His family… The old duck clung to the pink bow as if his life depended on it, eyes squeezed shut, unable to hold back the tears, overwhelmed with pain… and relief… …He didn’t lose his last treasure… Gosalyn looked at the mobster from where she was… The old duck who always watched with a smirk as Nega-Launchpad hit her, now cried like a heartbroken old man… … She was never going to forgive him for everything that Nega-Scrooge put her through… but… but she couldn't help but feel sorry for that poor old man… The young woman looked at Negaduck, who was staring at his enemy, serious. She took his hand, which he immediately clung to, not looking at her. -I-I'm sorry… Don't cry… I know you're mean… but don't cry…- Timothy asked, moving closer to the wheelchair. -Oh… Timothy Cratchit…- Nega-Scrooge looked at the little boy, smiling despite the tears running down his cheeks- What you have done… has been cruelty- -Eh?! B-But…!- the kid was confused, but the old man chuckled, tired. -As I told you before… You have great potential, lad… You could become a fearsome villain when you grow up- Nega-Scrooge told him, stroking his head, making Timothy blink-… But also so much empathy… That's what makes children so wonderful… They never cease to amaze you… - he assured, lowering his arm, and looking at his counterpart, who had approached, placing his hand on Timothy's shoulder. -… You don't deserve any empathy for what you did, and you know it…- the billionaire told him- But you have my understanding… If that can be worth anything…- -… Stingy… - the mobster smiled tiredly, leaning his back on the chair…"

Okay, this week marks 3 years since Unstoppable! I still have a lot of love for that project… even though I almost went crazy translating everything to English (and I know there are still spelling mistakes, I still apologize for that^^') (I guess that has put me behind with the "The Beauty and the Beast" project. I know I'll suffer when I finish and have to translate, but I'm not giving up yet!)

The thing is, I wanted to draw one of my favorite scenes, when Nega-Scrooge gets back the only thing he has left of his little Webby. I find his situation so profound and tragic. Yes, he should never have used Gosalyn to hurt Negaduck, and he was the one who tricked the villain in the past and tried to kill him… but losing practically his entire clan… The loss of the triplets, Webby, Donald, Gyro… It hurt him too much, and it gave him a great desire for revenge.

And Timothy appears. A child who, didn't change the mind of Mafia Boss McDuck, but made him remember how wonderful and mischievous children can be… opening once again the horrible wound of loss.

And although in the story Negaduck confesses [SPOILER] that he didn't kill the kids, that it was an accident caused by them, that would not have changed Nega-Scrooge. He would still blame Negaduck, he would still want revenge on him, and he would use the most precious thing for the villain for it: his love for Gosalyn, the closest thing he has to a daughter.

So yes, a rather complex character, one that I would have liked to write more about, I don't deny it.

I thank @rebellingstagnationblog again for allowing me to write this story. And also for the entire Geronimo Saga. Those stories helped me in a very stressful moment, to the point that this tumblr page is dedicated only to drawing random things from the story^^'

So that's it, three years since such a project in English. Thanks for reading^^!

[draketales]

Writing is hard, folks 😩

[disaster-on-the-horizon]

Feedback Fest let's gooo!

Here's 10 recommendations from me, in no particular order

1] More Than A Sidekick, by Jason_Todds_Thigh_Holster (Henry Danger)

Oh, the classic "I have to pretend I don't care about you at all to save you, meanwhile I would give the whole word to you"-trope (totally official name). Mixed with the character in danger having relatively low self-worth and a usual "rough around the edges"-caretaker/mentor, it's just HMMMM (/pos)! I'm already a sucker for characters in hostage situations, so pairing these together is Such Good Soup. I personally didn't even keep up much with Henry Danger after my childhood, but the characters are already so nicely characterized within the fic itself, that you truly don't feel like you miss anything.

2] [injury] of a salesman, by becki (Deltarune)

It's only a one shot, but everything that happens is so well organized and shown that I keep forgetting. "basically just lots of spamton getting the love and care he needs" (author's tag) describes it well, and I am HERE for it. Especially the part where the two eat together tugs at my heartstrings, I love characters with some form of food-insecurity being allowed to eat freely. Swatch as a character is also such a delight.

3] URL not found, by Aster269 (@aster269) (Deltarune)

Quite a long one, this time; I read it while it was still going, and it was worth waiting for every update! The Addisons have very clearly established personalities and beliefs that are explained through their backstory. It's also very interesting to see every facet of their life, from childhood, to Big Shot Era to reunion. And personally, I can't get enough of the Addison Family unconditionally loving and supporting each other <3

4] The Wake-Up Call, by cookiescrumbles (Wander Over Yonder)

Wander. Has. Issues. And they are very well acknowledged here.

His personality really shines through here, both in the way he acts and talks. The entire concept is also very sweet; and I love Sylvia's and Wander's relationship. Shout out to the Hat, for getting Wander what he needs!

5] Tiny Reverberations, by Sylphidine_Gallimaufry (@sylphidine) (Deltarune)

SO! CUTE! Very short, but that just contributes to how fun of a read it is. It's pure fluff, and that mixed with Spam's reaction due to his low self-worth is balm for the soul <3 It's just so adorable; love the kitty <3

6] Mourning Dove, by LynnCanigula15 (@moonbeam-dragon) (Darkwing Duck)

I must say, I'm always a fan of people talking about the kinda messed-up stuff that happens in DW sometimes. And I think how the other three members of the F4 react to this - relatively complicated - situation is very much in character for who they are. Big fan of angst, and Bushroot's state of mind is especially interestingly described and established in chapter 2.

7] Back Alley Beatdown, by SwoodMaxProductions (@swoodthis) (Deltarune)

I love seeing Spamton fighting tooth and nail, knowing his own advantages. Sweet Cap'n Cakes are also very sweet and considered to the Spam Man here; making sure to reassure him when necessary. The description of the parts carefully placed beside him is a personal favourite of mine here! It also has a very nice conclusion.

8] Last of your Kind, by Vanyel (@boonbeenblade) (Cult of the Lamb)

It manages to say what it wants so clearly and concisely, seeing the length that it is. The use of language is truly phenomenal, and it shows a very cool outlook on the relationship between the Lamb and TOWW. Even though the fic depicts events that you literally play yourself, it manages to give an interesting outlook on them, making one able to experience them again as if from fresh eyes, from the perspective of the character. The second-person writing comes off as very natural.

9] Ever so slightly, by Pancakes_for_Dragons (Deltarune)

Sometimes I need a story that is just unapologetic angst. The fic gives Rouxls a very clear persona that reflects on his literal state as the "Rules Card" very well. How his relationship with Lancer grows is really sweet; and especially "I’m thoust Lesser father, surely that musteth count for something." and the whole event around it, still has a space in my mind, since the first time I read it!

10] breathe, breathe, by SteveSmackdown2014 (School for Vampires)

Again, just a very sweet story. It's very easy to see it both from Oskar's (with all the knowledge we have as viewers) and from Sunshine's (with a more 'normal', human outlook) perspective; and why they both react the way they do. Oskar's fear is shown as so very real, but the actual moment is just as sweet.

(Deviders by yizaicons)

[haveievermentioned]

sending you back top 5 fic recs and top 5 fics you’re written for the ask game!! :)

Sorry this took so long! I got busy. Top Recs:

"You must fix your heart" series by @screechthemighty as much as I like Valhalla, it didn't come CLOSE to what I want from a post Ragnarok story like these fics do. They are kind of interlinked and honestly, after (Massive GoW ragnarok spoilers) this really helped me with all of that.

Angry Words by PoH. Actually anything by PoH. They are my best friend and all of their writing is fantastic. They Semi sincerely wrote fics about William Birkin having a love affair with the element fire, they wrote a GORGEOUS fic about Jack and the Little Sister's first Christmas on the surface, and a lot of great Ace Attorney and KH stuff that fill in blanks or are post series. But this is maybe the funniest ones they did (outside of William/Fire which was a sort of parody) where Xigbar gave Roxas and Xion a PS3 and a copy of Bioshock with no context and they learn about Swear words! Like "Communist!" and "Goddess!" It's great.

Dripping Diamonds (between my thighs) by @empresscirque Okay I haven't read it. But Empress is another fantastic friend and this is maybe their most popular piece. I skimmed it a bit and it's written really well. (Just not my ship, and they know that)

The Mallard Family by GreyLiliy as a MASSIVE Darkwing Duck fan I can't emphasize enough how much this completely changed how I thought of his yuppie neighbors, the muddlefoots.

Pearls of Portent by Zophaer Link/Mipha fic where Link wakes up with 7 of Mipha's eggs next to him. Link is mute, everyone is confused, it's really sweet and sad.

Okay, on to mine

As long as you should have lived - a Resident Evil post village story where Chris proposes a legally real but otherwise fake marriage to Mia in order to fulfill his promise to protect Rose. Mia agrees, and things don't go as well as they planned. Chris is a Demiromantic Asexual in here, Mia has loads of trauma to unpack from 7 and 8, and their fake honeymoon keeps running into complications, like Ethan's sister who never bought anything Chris said.

The Jecht/Maleficent series Kingdom Hearts universe, some time shortly after BBS, Maleficent mistimes a teleport and ends up on Destiny Islands, where she runs into Jecht - recently of Radiant Gardens - and falls ill. A combination of exoticism and Florence nightingale leads them to having a one night stand. After THAT it splits into 3 universes. In all of them, Jecht has promised to love her forever. In all of them, How that plays out depends on what happened right after that promise.

Italian Beef Sandwiches and Spaghetti! Introducing Chef Carmy! Look, in 2023, The Bear and Delicious Party Pretty Cure came out. Both stories had people using food to deal with dead family members. I had to smash them together, and I had a LOT of fun doing it. It was written before S2 came out so it's not exactly canon compliant even before the girls show up, but like... I had Yui and Carmy talk about food and dead relatives and Ritchie trying not to swear in front of kids.

You are not alone stand alone story in my Quadratum series, Sora figures out he's Aro Ace after being very confused by the X-files. Aya, Garrett, NieR, and Sora all have great moments, Ash gets introduced and as much as I love Xem, xeir pronouns make me frustrated (but non binary people deserve more non they/them rep) and Garrett also learns something about himself.

Welcome, Curious Friends a zine piece where Sora went to Phantom Manor and woke up looking at a ticket taker skeleton. It's got a mystery, it's got danger, it's got a LOT of catharsis for anyone who has ever wanted to punch (spoiler)

(honorable mention: Xion, the soap opera lover, Lover of the Light, The Secret Diary of Quincey Morris, Mia Goes Shopping, and Tell me it won't hurt.