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moonbeam-dragon · 2 years ago

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Light of Our Lives Part 6

Moonrise! It’s been a while since I posted. But here’s this. It’s been a while for Paris-Jaide, too. Tw: Angst, cussing.

It was all over the news again.

“ST. CANARD DAM TRAGEDY ONE YEAR AGO TODAY.”

They had memorials to the Pilligas family, the trio of mice lost in the accident. Pictures of the parents were on the front page of every paper. Their daughter stood between them in each and every one. There was subline after subline about Quiverwing Quack and her disappearance. “Where is she now?” people were asking. “Quivering Quiverwing Quack Quits.” It had been a whole year since she was seen. Since her failure. “Unlike Darkwing, She Knows When To Quit.”

Tom Lockjaw was on the screen of the Mallards’ TV set, a picture of Quiverwing behind him. “It seems after killing the youngest Pilligas, Quiverwing Quack has chickened out. It begs the questions: Will she return? Will she be missed? What are her thoughts on this situation? Is she guilty? Will Darkwing Duck finally take the hint and-”

“Can you shut that off?” Gosalyn asked as she came downstairs.

Launchpad frowned, rushing to find the remote and change the channel. He managed to do it, but it turned to another news station, with Quiverwing’s picture on it. “On it, Gos.” Launchpad bit his fingernails, changing the channel again. It went to another news station with Quiverwing’s name being spat on. After a few more channels talking about the incident, Launchpad just shut off the TV. “You know what? Today’s a good day to save electricity.”

Gosalyn groaned and went to the kitchen. “Isn’t there one person with sympathy in this town?!” She grabbed the box of cereal and poured it in her bowl. “It’s not like I threw her in or anything. Didn’t someone see me trying to pull her up?” She slammed the box down. “And what about the people I did save? Doesn’t any of that matter??”

Launchpad bit his lip, not sure how to respond. Gosalyn’s moods were bad enough. But this particular subject was difficult. “You know how the media is, Gos. They like to gossip. You see how they talk about your dad.”

“That’s different. They’re calling him a short wannabe goth who does parkour and startles police officers,” Gosalyn pointed out. She jabbed a hand at the television. “They’re calling me a murderer!”

Sighing, Launchpad sat on the other side of the table from Gosalyn. “I know. You did try to save her. People should think of that more.”

“I’m a person behind that mask,” Gosalyn spat, as if she was still wearing it. “Don’t they know I still exist? That I’m seeing this bullshit?!”

Launchpad didn’t even care to berate her for her language. “News people don’t care about that. Remember Bianca Beakly?”

“She tried to kill my father and trick me into helping. Of course I do,” Gosalyn said darkly. “This town can be so screwed up.” She saw a newspaper on the side of the table and saw the picture of the Pilligases. She sighed. That poor girl. She was innocent. She didn’t deserve to die. She didn’t deserve what she got. She deserved better. “I hope she’s at peace. That would make me feel better,” Gosalyn muttered to herself.

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Paris-Jaide looked at the TV sadly, seeing the pictures of her birth parents with her. She didn’t remember taking that picture. Not exactly. But she did notice that her parents weren’t touching each other. They had their hands in front of them, folded all prim and proper, just like how they were dressed. Paris-Jaide was the only one smiling, but her parents stared at the camera solemnly. She felt empty and sad realizing she wasn’t being hugged, held, or had a hand on her shoulder. It felt so lonely. Her nose twitched as she thought about it.

Elmo had been tinkering with some gadget, and heard Paris sniffle. He turned and looked at his daughter. He hadn’t heard the news with how focused he was. “-Quack killed Markus, Jolene, and their daughter J-” Elmo glowered at the news and snapped his fingers, shutting off the TV. “Don’t you dare make my daughter cry,” he scolded. “Apologize for playing that!” He waited a moment for a response, then smiled at his daughter. “She’s sorry.”

Paris-Jaide looked down, pulling her knees to her chest on the couch. Her nose kept twitching as she spoke. “That picture. It was so sad.”

Elmo raised an eyebrow, setting down his project and looking at her. “The family picture?”

“Mhm. I felt so lonely.” Paris curled up and hugged herself. “They look unhappy.”

Elmo frowned deeply, standing up from his work desk and going to the couch. “Oh, my bright bulb. I’m sorry.” He sat next to her, wrapping his arms around her gently and holding her tight. “I know it’s hard to think about. Believe me, I know exactly how that feels.”

Paris started tearing up, coming out of her little ball to throw her arms around Elmo and hug him. She started crying and hid her face in his shoulder. Elmo rubbed her back. “You’re not alone anymore. I got ya.” If only they could cut their pasts away completely, the way Bud had. But his family was dead of natural causes and he chose to leave it behind. Elmo had run away. Paris was constantly reminded of the accident by the news. She only had bad memories, it seemed. Paris just sobbed quietly, holding onto her dad. Her new parents were all she had left. “Daddy’s here. I’m staying right here.”

“Thank you,” Paris said softly, clinging to him.

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"It's been a whole year since we took in Paris-Jaide," Bud pointed out later that night. The girl in question had long since gone to bed. The two were on the balcony of the lighthouse, watching the ocean together. He looked at his partner. "An anniversary like that is cause for celebrstion. What do you say?"

Elmo looked at his partner and shook his head. "I dunno. She got really bummed out by the TV today. There was all this news about what happened at the dam. A picture of her with her birth parents was being shown. You should have seen the way she was crying." He looked down at his hands, which were now free of his gloves. "She told me how lonely that picture felt. I don't think she's in any mood to celebrate Quiverwing Quack throwing her off the damn dam."

Bud chuckled a bit at the last few words, but stopped off a glare from Elmo. He leaned over the railing, frowning. "I understand that. However, she is also a year older. She deserves to celebrate something like a birthday."

Elmo huffed. "If we knew her birthday. And I really doubt she remembers."

"I doubt it would hurt to ask," Bud suggested. "She's bound to remember some things."

Elmo thought about it for a moment. Then he sighed, looking up at him. "Do I remember my own birthday?"

"You must. After all, how else would you confide that information with me?" Bud asked.

Elmo groaned. Now he had to guess it. Well... "What month is it?" he asked, sending some small shocks to the bottom of the tower. He was close to hitting a random twig.

"It's just at the end of summer," Bud told him, looking down as he tried to zap the piece of wood. "Remember? A couple years ago, we broke into a museum before it's rotating exhibit went out for the summer?"

"I do remember that! We stole a lot of gadgets from the gift shop," the rat mused, snapping his finger to send down another bolt. "Then, uh... September?" It was inches away.

Bud nodded, looking at his partner. Elmo's eyebrows were furrowed in focus and thought. There were tiny sparks flying between his eyes. Bud smiled in admiration. Elmo likely never noticed these little details in his expression. "It is indeed September. Do you recall the day?"

"Uh, even or odd, even or odd..." Elmo sent another little bolt and glanced up. "It's even, right?"

Bud nodded as Elmo zapped again. "Go on, guess."

"Wait. It starts with a one," Elmo said semi-confidently. He waited for a reaction from his partner. Bud didn't give one. Then Elmo nodded. "Definitely started with a one! Is it... the 18th?"

"Lower," Bud guided him.

"The 14th?" Elmo tried.

"Higher."

"Is it the 15th?"

Bud chuckled loudly, grinning at his love. "We just confirmed it was even."

"Oh!" Elmo realized, face-palming. He chuckled awkwardly, looking past his hand. His face turned red as he made eye contact with his partner. "It's the 16th, isn't it?"

"Correct! There you have it folks. September 16th. Elmo Sputterspark wins!" Bud fake-celebrated. He leaned on one arm over the railing. "And now you may choose your prize."

Elmo looked up at Bud, and forgot what he'd wanted to say. He was suddenly breathless. A shaft of moonlight had peeked out from behind the clouds and shone right onto, well, into Bud. His watery body reflected and refracted the light. He cast patterns on the wall of the lighthouse. For a moment, Elmo felt nothing but thankful for being able to see someone so handsome do something so unique. All for him to see. What was he doing again? Oh, right!

"I think I already have a prize," he commented. The rat gently put his arms around the other's neck, making sure he didn't shock him. The canine reciprocated, gently setting his arms around his lover's waist. Without the battery strapped to his back, this was safer.

Bud gently dipped his head down and planted a cool, wet kiss on the other's mouth. There was a bit of painless static between them as Elmo kissed back. They'd gotten to the point where they didn't care anymore. So they could hold each other in the moonlight, painless static everywhere their skin touched. The sensation fizzled out as they pulled their lips apart.

Elmo stared up into his lover's eyes and suddenly blinked. "What were we talking about?" Bud had to pull away as he laughed. His boyfriend could be so random and it was endearing.

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"Jaide?" Bud said while they sat around the table. They were all picking at the pasta, making light talk. "I am approaching you with an inquiry."

"And I am receiving you with an answer," Paris-Jaide said with a smirk. She twirled up a bunch of the pasta, slurping it unceremoniously. She spoke with her mouth full. "Whush up?"

Elmo set down his fork. "Well, you Pops and I were talking. It's been about a year since, you know, the incident." He felt guilt zap down his spine as his daughter's face fell. Jaide dropped her fork and glanced down at it. "The thing is, you never really got to celebrate your birthday. We were wondering if you even remembered it."

The young mouse sat there for a moment, thinking. Birthday. Did she remember anything about it? Birthday did seem to bring up something in her memory.

She was standing in a room. There were papers all over. A man was working with a typewriter. He was a tall mouse, looking stern. "Daddy?" she asked. "I thought you were taking me to the movies. Today-"

"I am very busy today. I have a business to run and I must stay focused. Why would I go to the movies when we have orders to fill? Tell your mother," the man insisted. "Out of my study. How many times must I tell you?"

And then she was in the kitchen, reaching into a cookie jar. She deserved the treat. Today was special, after all. She jumped off the chair she'd propped up, kneeling on the counter now. Now she could reach them better. "What are you doing on the counter?" someone snapped. She gasped, pulling her hand out and trying to defend herself. But a tall, prim woman grabbed her arm and pulled her off the counter. "Did you get permission to have sweets?"

"No... But today is-"

"Today is a school night. No sugar this late. Off to bed," the woman scolded. "You're such a spoiled brat. You can go a night without a cookie."

All she got were memories like that. A man and a woman, her birth parents, would dismiss her. Jaide felt a sensation of loneliness once again. They never celebrated her birthday. She couldn't even remember what day it was. And she didn't care... Her nose started twitching as she thought of it.

CDo you by any chance remember what day it is?" Bud asked her. "Or what you used to do to celebrate?"

Jaide looked up at him, tearing up. "No!" Oh no. She hadn't meant to yell. She pulled back, startled by her own volume. She had to stop thinking about it! She couldn't keep thinking about it! It upset her. Weren't there any happy memories to focus on?

"Hey, honey. It's fine. You don't have to-" Elmo started, but he was cut off by a loud sniffle."No! Just- Just stop, just stop!" Jaide said loudly. Her nose was twitching even more now. She held her hands against her head to fold down her ears. "I don't wanna think about it!"

Elmo and Bud exchanged looks as she started crying in fright, or something. She seemed defensive. Elmo took a breath and reached an arm out to her. "I'm sorry. I-"

"Don't!" Jaide shouted, quickly turning to her mutant form. Her emotions had quite the sway over it. She turned light green, her hair taking more of a neon color. Her teary eyes turned to dark voids. "I don't want to think about my birthday! I don't even want a birthday!" She got up from the table, knocking her chair over. She ran across the room and down the spiral stairs. Elmo shot up to chase her but Bud splashed to block the stairs.

"Cease and desist!" Bud ordered, forming a wall with his body.

Elmo crossed his arms, trying to stop from crashing into his boyfriend. "Come on! I need to go after her."

"ud shook his head. "Give her some time. She never goes far, in fact..." He flowed back to his normal form, stopping at the balcony. "She's right outside on the beach. See? She just needs to cool off."

Elmo went over, watching as he daughter ran right into the water and fell down, just sitting in the ocean for a minute. "But she needs us!"

Bud frowned. "She does. But she needs space first. We can keep an eye on her from here." Elmo grumbled in resignation, going to the couch and sitting down on it. He turned backwards so he could keep an eye on her.

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Paris-Jaide was laying on her back in the water. She positioned herself with the tide in mind. So she had her face just out of the water. Her hair was spread around her, the dark green streaks mixed with the neon. And she'd been there, crying for an hour. She hated the feeling of being lonely. But she needed to be alone. Jaide's tears mixed with the water. Because of the energy she was emitting, she was turning the water around her a dull glow of green. Even the sand beneath her was starting to take on her energy. Being on the beach, laying in the cool water, was almost relaxing. It was nothing like falling to her near death in a toxic reservoir.

Actually, Jaide supposed she had died. The nine-year-old girl belonging to the Pilligas family never returned. She fell with her parents and drowned. She had changed now. She'd had her body morphed into a strong weapon with superpowers. She was almost certainly a different person, but she had no memory to tell her. She had a new family. No longer the one where she felt lonely and unloved. Jaide had her fathers. They loved and spoiled her beyond belief. She loved them. But that didn't take away the damage. She'd lived through her own death, just like her Pops had. She'd lost who she once was and her memory was a mess, just like Dad.

The water splashed again, wetting her ears and face. Jaide took it as an opportunity to let more tears fall. Her tears rolled down her face and into the water, adding to the radioactivity. She wasn't worried about it. Whatever she charged would fade when she moved away from it.

The water moved, a sort of current forming under her neck to embrace her. The water next to her stopped moving. Well, it was moving. But it moved less. And it was warmer. She turned her head and saw Bud laying there with her. "I'm sorry I got upset," Jaide whispered.

"Don't you dare be," Bud told her. "Nobody can go forever without getting upset. Not even me." Jaide felt his hand swiped over her face. Somehow, the watery paw dried her face by taking on the water and tears. "But I will inquire: what upset you so much?"

Jaide sniffed, looking up at the sky. "I tried to remember my birthday. I don't know what it is.But I hated it!" She shut her eyes as she thought. "My... birth parents. They always ignored me. They never remembered my birthday."

Bud frowned. That did sound like a problem. "We shouldn't have pushed you," he assured his daughter. "I'm sorry-"

"You didn't," Jaide protested. "I just thought of it and it hurt me! I can't just deal with it. My- My life was horrible. I can't even see their picture without it upsetting me." Bud frowned, but kept his snout shut so he could listen. "I wish I wasn't so messed up. I wish I was just normal."

"Oh, please. What's fun about being normal?" Jaide sat up and turned to look at her dad. Elmo was sitting just beyond where the water could splash. "I get it. I remember my old life sometimes. Let me tell you, I think I was tormented by the school bullies constantly. For being too weird. But that was their problem."

Jaide sniffed and turned her whole body so her back was to the ocean. "But you were normal when you were in school."

"I didn't have powers," Elmo corrected her. "But I was shy and a nerd."

"You're still a nerd-"

"I know that, Paris-Jaide," Elmo said with an eye roll. "My powers didn't help the way my mind worked. Neither did yours." He sighed and looked up at the lighthouse. "That's part of the reason we kept you, y'know. You're special. Even if you weren't legally dead, we'd want to keep you."

Jaide smiled and leaned into Bud. "Thank you," she said. "I know I can be difficult. Always eating your battery acid and stuff." She chuckled, starting to calm down. "But without remembering, I know I'm happier here than I ever was before. You two are the best!"

Bud engulfed her in water, practically soaking her in ocean water. Jaide laughed, shoving at him unsuccessfully. "Pops!"

Bud kissed her forehead, only squeezing her tighter with the water. "You agreed to become our daughter. Which means you agreed to the terms and conditions of spontaneous affection."

Jaide sighed, taking a breath and trying to swim out of it. She was unsuccessful. She felt something tighten on her foot and she was pulled in the air, upside down. "Pops!" she screamed, giggling.

Elmo watched the two, chuckling. "Babe, just let her down. She can charge you at any moment."

Bud seemed to realize that yes, that was possible. And the tendril of water was starting to turn green. Instead of letting the girl have control of him, he dropped her back in the water. Elmo burst out laughing when she abruptly hit the surface. Jaide stuck her head up, gasping and trying to push her hair out of her face. "Hey!"

When he was done laughing his tail off, Elmo looked at his family. Then he had an idea. Sparks shot up and his head glowed for a moment. "How about instead of a birthday," he suggested, waving a hand beside him. "We celebrate the day we adopted you? A clean slate for good memories."

Jaide lit up for a second before it dimmed. That was an exciting idea! "That sounds awesome, Dad!" she shouted, moving through the water without resistance this time.

Bud put a hand up. "You might not want to-"

It was too late. Paris-Jaide threw herself at Elmo in her excitement. He didn't seem to register it either. He just opened his arms to her. Their hug was quickly ended by a short-circuit. Crawling out of the ocean and hugging your electric dad was not a good idea. Both parties felt violent spasms and shouted in pain as they got shocked. Elmo fell back, his daughter on top of him.

They heard a splash as Bud facepalmed at their ignorance. Paris-Jaide laughed sheepishly. "Hehe... Sorry, Dad."

Finally! I'm done! This took weeks to get the motivation for. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it. I've gotten too attached to Paris-Jaide. All my OCs are stuffed with trauma. But hey, it makes a good backstory. Farewell, best of luck, avoid roasted cabbage, don't eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life! Moonset!

#light of our lives #megavolt #liquivolt fankid #liquivolt #liquidator #gosalyn waddlemeyer #gosalyn mallard #launchpad mcquack #darkwingduck #darkwing duck

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90s-neon-rat · 2 years ago

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Fearsome Five Next Gen AU

I’ve had an DWD AU rattling around in my head for a while where in the future a new Fearsome Five forms with the descendants of the original group. This is a run down of the characters so far (bare with me, some are more developed than others).

MegaByte (Tessa Sputtershock)

Parents: Megavolt and Lexi (biological)

Pronouns: She/They

Sexuality: Bi

Species: Rat/Opossum hybrid

Age: 15

Powers: Inherited Megavolt’s electrical powers, however instead of stealing light bulbs she uses them to hack and manipulate machinery. Also controls an army of electric-powered robotic rats she designed/created herself.

Weaknesses: Much like her father, water is the easiest way to take Tessa down. She is also quite inexperienced with her powers and tends to get over emotional.

Personality: Geeky, scatterbrained, awkward, tech savvy, sensitive, insecure, shy

Appearance: Physically Tessa is more rat-like similar to Megs but has grey fur/white hair like her mother. Quite tall and rather scrawny. Her villain outfit generally consists of a black tank top, yellow combat trousers, purple boots, gloves and goggles. Like Megavolt she wears a battery pack but hers is fashioned after a square battery. Her hair is rather choppy and often worn in a short ponytail.

Random facts:

-Megavolt’s powers were passed down to her, however they didn’t properly manifest until her early teens. She hasn’t quite gotten the hang of controlling them yet.

-She tends to spark randomly whenever experiencing strong emotions

-She’s easily spooked and rather skittish

-Has a sister-like relationship with Quackerjack’s daughter, Harleen.

-She speaks with a mix of British and American slang, often in the same sentence.

-Her main robo-rat companion is named Sebastian (shout out to anyone who gets the reference 😉)

-She has very poor eyesight and needs glasses.

-Has a personal grudge against Quiverwing Quack.

Harley Quack (Harleen Quackson)

Parents: Quackerjack (adopted)

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Lesbian

Species: Duck

Age: 17 (same age as Gosalyn in this timeline)

Powers: Has no physical powers, but is an exceedingly skilled gymnast. Also very experienced with an array of weapons. The absolute best at disguises. Very convincing actress.

Weaknesses: Her cockiness can lead her to making rash decisions. She also tends to run into situations without a plan.

Personality: Talkative, sassy, fearless, girly, outgoing, energetic

Appearance: Slightly shorter than Tessa. She has a rather muscular build due to being athletic. Her main outfit is similar to Harley Quinn’s gold dungaree outfit in Birds Of Prey, but in a more pastel colour palette. Has split-dyed pastel blue and pink hair.

Random facts:

-Quackerjack’s adopted her when she was seven.

-She’s a very skilled weapon/trap builder, having been taught by Quackerjack from a young age.

-Makes all her own costumes.

-STRONG. Seriously, she could carry the entire fearsome next gen if she wanted to.

-Has an unsettling obsession with horror stories.

-She can be a bit snobby, especially in regards to fashion.

-Good friends with Tessa since they’re a similar age and basically grew up together.

-Has a one-sided crush on QuiverWing Quack and often flirts with her during their encounters.

-She’s really good at pulling off different accents.

-Considers Megavolt her second dad, but refers to him as ‘Mega Mom’ just to wind him up.

Buster Flud

Parents: Bud Flud and an unnamed mother (biological)

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Unspecified

Species: Canine

Age: 20

Powers: He can con his way out of anything, a very smooth talker, street savvy, great strategist

Weaknesses: Physically he’s not a good fighter, usually choosing to stand back and observe from afar.

Personality: Controlling, persuasive, distrustful, rebellious, bossy.

Appearance: I don’t have a fixed design for him yet, but in contrast to pre-mutated Liquidator’s formal style Buster has a more punky, rock-influenced look.

Random facts:

-He has a very strained relationship with his parents, especially Liquidator.

-Budding musician. He’s been trying to put a band together since he was a teen but no one can put up with his control freak tendencies.

-He’s been conning people ever since he was a kid.

-Has been put in juvy more times than all the other next gen villains combined.

-His parents wanted him to go to business school.

-He comes up with a lot of the group’s plans.

-Absolute compulsive shopper. He can go to the mall without coming home with at least five new band T-shirts.

NegaGos (Goslynnda Mallard)

Parents: NegaDuck and NegaLaunchpad (adopted)

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: AroAce

Species: Duck

Age: 17

Powers: NegaGos’s power lies in her deceptiveness, she looks sweet and innocent but can turn into a nasty psycho in an instant. Tiny but mighty, she can wield weapons with just as much confidence as Negaduck.

Weaknesses: Doesn’t like being called by her full name (only NegaGos is acceptable). She struggles with her morals.

Personality: Manipulative, vicious, deceptive, cold, teasing.

Appearance: Not too different from her cannon design, however obviously older. Her outfit is also full-on creepy pastel goth aesthetic. Think skull hair clips, striped tights, bows, etc.

Random Facts:

-Once Negaduck was gone, Gos went off the deep end. She wanted to do him proud, so became a vicious criminal despite her conflicting feelings.

-She has a soft spot for animals but keeps it a secret from the rest of the gang.

-She’s more diplomatic than Negaduck when it comes to the gang, but can be just as cruel if provoked.

-Wields a chainsaw similar to the one used by Juliet Starling in Lollipop Chainsaw (It was a custom made by Harleen).

-After everything that’s happened she’s come to despise the Negaverse and spends most of her time in the primeverse.

Vinez (Vincent ‘Vinnie’ Bushroot)

Parents: Bushroot (creator)

Pronouns: They/Them

Sexuality: Pan/Ace

Species: Mutant plant duck

Age: Physically only around 2-3 years old, mentally a teenager (being a plant he ages differently)

Powers: Like his creator he has the ability to control plant life, however he specialises more in poisonous plants.

Weaknesses: Weed killer, buzzsaws, fire, basically anything that can kill a plant.

Personality: Quiet, brooding, moody, solitary.

Appearance: Like Buster I don’t have an official design finalised for him yet, but I’m thinking a rather dark colour palette in contrast to Bushroot.

Random facts:

-Created by Bushroot by accident.

-Going through a constant emo phase.

-Very reserved and quiet, but has a sweet, caring personality.

-He uses a lot of dark and self-depreciative humor. The others are rightfully concerned about this.

-Not really that interested in being a criminal, he just does so to fit in with his peer group.

-Has a crush on Tessa (she is unaware).

-Has a nice singing voice.

-Bushroot is a bit of a over-protective helicopter parent, which gets on Vince’s nerves.

#darkwing duck #darkwing duck oc #fankid #the fearsome five

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