#negaduck x reader

[hunterwritesstuff]

hiii! if ur doing requests still, can i ask yandere darkwing duck and negaduck x GN! reader? were Darkwing is super possessive, afraid reader might get hurt with anything going on in St. Canard, were as Negaduck is super obsessive and yoinks reader away from Dw to flatter them and try to get to know them more, like fave foods, and hobbies and such! sorry if its a lot to ask!!

Oooh! Good one!

"Rivalry!"(Yandere Darkwing and Negaduck x GN reader)

"DW, what's going on?" You asked as he shoved you into the Ratcatcher.

"Taking YOU to safety! It's too dangerous for you to be out and about with all the crime going down recently!" Darkwing explained.

You sighed. He'd always been protective-some said he was OVERprotective-but this was ridiculous! "What about when I have to go to work?" You asked.

"You can work from where I'm taking you!" Darkwing rebuttled.

You sighed tiredly. You would have fought with him about it, but you knew him well enough that you couldn't win with him.

You took your seat in the Ratcatcher, crossing your arms frustratedly. "Don't be like that, you know this is for your own safety." Darkwing sighed.

You grumbled to yourself, sinking in the seat you were sitting in. "It's not fair."

"Neither is crime, my dear!" Darkwing announced, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

Soon, you two headed back to his hideout, Darkwing guiding you to a guest room. You laid down on the bed inside, just wanting to get some sleep.

You got some sleep, being woken up by your window being forced open. "DW, I swear..." You yawned.

"I'm not Dipwing." A low, gravely voice cut through the darkness.

You shook your head, looking at the source of the voice. "Oh. It's you." You sighed.

"Rude." Negaduck frowned.

"So like, why're you here?" You asked, getting cut off as Negaduck picked you up and started carrying you to the window. "Of course." You sighed tiredly.

You relaxed into the seat Negaduck put you down in. It was more comfy than the Ratcatcher, that was for certain.

When you two stopped at his base, he began drilling you with questions. "What's your favorite food? What's your favorite drink? What hobbies do you have?", stuff like that.

You gave your honest answers, noting that Negaduck was scribbling them down. Interesting. "Thanks, babe." Negaduck smirked.

"No troub-" You started, face dropping as you saw a blue cloud of smoke and heard someone begin to talk.

"I AM THE TERROR THAT FLAPS IN THE NIGHT!"

"God dammit."

Hope ya enjoy! :D

[anniesilverl2]

Podchat participation of Beatriz : Some information about the Fearsome Five

Good morning / good afternoon / good evening! Here we are in an attempt to do something interesting, for this post I decided to just talk about some ideas for such a character. To start, the chosen group was the Fearsome Five, with a special appearance by my little friend, Beatriz / @zelda-cooper. Here we will be more in line with the description given in the original Darkwing Duck show, so if there are any changes, the mentions related to the project we are working on will be cut (due to some things, we are still organizing how we will make the return).

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Speaking first of the most striking in the line of episodes, as for the one that changed the most in the 2017 version, Negaduck/Jim Starling, one criticism we mentioned is exactly that originally his background was limited to “a totally evil version of D.W.D”. Honestly, we would lose the version of the civilian identity removed from an alternative version (I would make a joke here, but I don't know if you would get the reference). Jim Starling is a great solution to work on his counterpoint and draw parallels with the main hero.

One of the lines mentioned in our discussion is that in the original version. We found it difficult to interpret to bring him back in an AU and look, we already had Quackerjack in relation to a story not commented on seriously.

HOWEVER, the character himself brings a fun element and is considerably threatened, even without superhuman abilities. Unfortunately, even with great potential and BEING capable of great feats in victory, one point is to recognize that his defeats are frankly humiliating for a character who has a reputation as dangerous. It's a tip I've already picked up from writers, always balance your scenes and don't let external factors interfere with what you want the readers to see. In the example, Negaduck is dangerous and frankly abusive in the field of his relationships. One fact is that talking about the changes from the old comics and the new line is to cut the little development given (yes, I'm talking about the separation of the group that was cut as if it had never existed and the strong times that one of the group members almost got hurt because of that bird).

But one point to mention is that Darkwing Duck could originally start by solving his comforts in combat, but in no situation did he use any weapon. "Gas gun?" No, there is no way that the efficiency of his main equipment is good enough to face villains like Negaduck - however, I see it as an interesting point that he takes precautions that do not hurt anyone drastically (I elaborated a reason with his past that brings this information, but I will not tell until the right time about the traumas of the purple dancer - just a small point, there is fear and there is temper). The reason, well, even the fans agree that Negaduck is described as a “Crazy in evil” personality. If he is looking for something, he will explode, cut or even crush someone alive. And these characteristics go beyond his type of fighting, they are in his communication, body expression and the coldness of the character. One point I added in the conversation was that Negaduck is the closest to the cast because he is one of the pillars that resembles Darkwing. He has an ego, Negaduck too, he has selfishness, ALSO NEGADUCK contains everything to the extreme that DWD is reluctant to.

Following the most wronged, he doesn't have many episodes, he doesn't have skills that make him famous, however, this man has the entire community! Bud-Bud- Bud Flud- correction, Liquidator! And mainly he has all the attention of Bea-

This character certainly has a criminal record as full as Negaduck, however, under no circumstances would I compare him, or anyone else, to Negaduck in terms of crime items in the general record. But I recognize every point that he got wrong, and one of them refers to his deeds in his origin of sabotaging his adversaries (have you ever thought about how many people have died or suffered from poisoning without the control of the chemicals that he threw into the domestic water?).

This previous example refers to a fact added in the PU version, Liquidator has no filter, he refers to his communication, his sincerity and especially when the issue requires a quick escape. So much so that he is one of the ones who are most in contrast among the colorful birds (ND and DWD), the point that was basically made is that the character is not water-based, HE IS A LIVING CHEMICAL COMPONENT! He has already used this ability with plastic, resin and even made acid (in the version made by Beatriz, she added it with officialization along with some extra abilities).

Which again shows that he is a poorly used character in the series, in the comics, we liked the narrative delivered. Another point that was not mentioned directly, but that for now is official and that he has a family past. Was not given completely, but it is a perfect introduction to give him a more independent parallel to the main characters. One point that I added to the Fearsome is that they have one of the worst characteristics Darkwing's stics, and in this liquid dog directly present his greed in instability. How much he could go beyond or leave someone behind to win (and not to mention that in this case he gave his little head a good trauma when he thought he killed someone-).

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Following with his fearful, intelligent and in need of an emotional hug counterpart and that Negaduck is more than ready to distrust. Especially the one who doesn't have a villain's name - Dr. Reginald Bushroot, everyone was already expecting his ending when there was mention of a possible alternative ending for the character (a vote there has the explanation of where the reference is). But let's go piece by piece, Bushroot is not exactly someone totally evil or totally good, he is, in the grey field of the morality line, an anti-hero. And a controversial piece of information about his redemption and… I think it depends exactly on who is writing the character, it's okay whatever they want to deliver for their narrative, everyone is open to their interpretation of the character, just a point to be understood in the original.

A very striking characteristic of the scientist is his low confidence and part of his loneliness (something familiar?). At this point, there is important information that we changed some things in the introductory episode, a few more details, some dynamics, and slight corrections to soften the comedy act again. His powers will continue to be based on plant manipulation, BUT an addition that we will expand what can be done when there are COUNTLESS genders, types and mainly reactions in contact with normal beings (I warn you that those who are allergic to pollen should get some syrup). Due to the fact that he works indirectly in medical research in this version, he gives a lot of experience and didactic knowledge. Excluding the secret information part, I have to say that, unfortunately, his development was not correct (I think that is not very new when we are talking about DWD, right?). However, this mention is being made because it is a serious problem, insecurity, and dependence are very common factors in relationship communication and can be poorly handled even in situations outside the story field… That's what I could say if, if we hadn't happened something else to give this leaf duck the right to have his problems solved with a right dose of good relationships! Unfortunately, I have to cut it short here - let's move on to the next Fearsome Five.

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He's the most troubled, the most colourful, the most clownish of the cast, the most temperamental, yes, it's Quackerjack! To begin with, I hadn't even noticed much, the sense of the character's episodes until I realized by the very mention of having no sense of continuity of theme. He literally travelled through time and took Darkwing Duck with him by accident (I think he was the character in the original writers' test script, you know-). However, the only thing I point out to start a discussion of the character is when there is a division about his writing of being “too funny or childish" or "being a joker in a duck version", well, trying to open a third point, why not bring a little of both? Come on, we're talking about Quackejack, a combination of the toy man and the Joker. He could very well be someone friendly, likes jokes, not have much maturity. But at the same time, he is an adult, he knows when it is right and wrong to act, he knows how to recognize traits, fears and. Above all, he is someone who can have a turbulent temperament when he cuts the wire. Fans are free to use their interpretation of the character's era of participation.

And perhaps I should mention what we did, in a way, we mixed both sides of the same coin, we added the reason for some choices in the story's universe, more hatred for Darkwing Duck. Even if he, in himself, could not be so mentally indifferent, he would be the counterpoint to instability, in other words, to the stubbornness that fights every day in the mind of the night's vigilante. He faced the worst when he was just a civilian, we don't know, a blank canvas was still left on the blue bird, I could make an indirect statement about having. Seen too much and, at the same time, having done too much to end up like this! Without any further information for now, we move on to the conclusion. Someday we will properly explore this head of pure chaos.

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For a calmer ending, we will give a summary of the last conversation of the most clumsy, memory-deprived, sleep-deprived, cheese-addicted, OK! Just kidding, everyone recognizes Elmo Sputterspark-I mean-Megavolt! Here we can already see some different information from his fellow villains. Megavolt, even without a relative mentioned, among all the fearsome is the one we have the most of a snippet of his long history. He was a typical student of science, physics, mathematics, so much so that he wanted to make a difference until he was simply prevented by an accident, which took away a good part of his memories (I would talk about his hair, but I think it is too embarrassing for the mouse). In the original show, he is one of the oldest of the protagonist bird, if not the oldest villain in all the cases he has fought. I have to point out that unfortunately I can no longer give information about what I am already building within our AUs. However, one piece of information I have already heard is that some people do not know about the absence of the helmet.

And to your answer, yes, the character was given anime hair, but the reason is a little more serious when the blunt joke is removed. Megavolt (the villain's identity) was sent to the electric chair once and for this process it is necessary to shave his hair and other parts of his body to avoid possible contact with fire (I did some more research considering the 90s and 2024, and I say, I do not like at all the treatment given to certain information by the strong comedy of the show even though it is necessary for us to have the necessary information to write a character). And that is scary, now imagine this situation when the character is officially in his 30s, a young American having to go through a situation like this alone? That is the sense of tragedy. Megavolt is a character with such a charismatic personality and such an eccentric humour that he is cut short when he carries melancholic information.

But, we do not lower our heads so much, events cannot be changed, choices about a short time, but they are still to be remembered, oh, yes. I just made a slight reference to “Clash Reunion”, I gave a slight mention in my Instagram post about this subject and slight details with characters that no longer exist. Again, I must be denied to comment much on some decisions for their development in PU and LYG. I can add that this mention of a melancholic possibility goes much deeper than one thinks, this adversary goes much deeper than a parallel to DWD, yes, there is anger and regret in both of them in their youth. There are weak hearts near those who feel comfortable opening up, and it is a point that works for this character to give more approximation to the inner self. As for being one of the characters whose end is totally uncertain, creativity is totally free for its destiny, and it is something I am in favour of trying. A slight mention to the artists I love (Beatriz as well) when they put OCs to interact with these characters. Seriously, I feel the joy of each one when they talk so much about him as to your dynamics by. Please feel free to talk whenever you wish, I love seeing what they do with their creativity.

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And that's the end, which requires the attention of everyone who passed the second line. I'm not a person who is very easy to communicate with people, I'm always a shy person with low confidence. But being around friends and people who make room to share interests leaves an open heart. Well, that's all for now, do I see you? GOOD-BBBBBBBYE!

[stormvanari]

you dont have to answer all if u dont wanna :]

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

Source of the questions

Post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character.

I noticed much of the Ace Attorney fandom puts Klavier Gavin in works, mainly fics, that focus ONLY on shipping and there's not a lot of exploration of his character and relationships with other characters based on the context of what unfolded in AA4 (story wise). For example, Klavier's relationship with Phoenix and Kristoph have potential to be interpreted judging by Klavier's conversations with either two in the games. Moreover, I wish a future AA game will develop his story/character more.

So, it's a reason why I'm not a fan of Klapollo, a popular ship in the AA fandom.

What's your dream theme/plot for a fic?

I am still figuring out how this TOH OC of mine, Darian, below mentally breaks down when he finds out he is the relative of a notorious outlaw (Adrian) that once worked for a monster, Belos, overseeing the Basilisk Experiments (worse, the Vernworth twins in my version of Adrian's story were part of it).

Name three good things about a character you hate

I like Jax's (TADC) walking animation in that animation test GLITCH posted: it's the one where he has one arm on his hip.

I like the Raggedy Ann impression his VA implemented for Jax's voice!

Jax is more than the jerk he is, according to Gooseworx.

Link your favorite piece of fanart

Just one? NAHH YOU GET THREE:

What will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

I avoid and scroll away from "x Reader" fics.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Disney Villains x Reader || Drabbles

Plot’s / Includes:

♡ Evil Queen x Hostage!Reader- She keeps you in the dungeon, just for her. 

Negaduck / ◇ Human!Jim Starling x BuddingStar!Reader- You’ll do anything to just make it, you told him. You’ve worked so hard and you’ll be damned if all that goes to waste. So, he gives you a proposition... Didn’t anyone tell you, love how Hollywood works? Someone should have. 

♤ Judge Claude Frollo x Demon!Reader- He’s in love with his stalker… but you’re everything he’s supposed to hate and be disgusted by (And, he is- ). You’re also magnificent. 

♧ Human!Scar x Reader- Inspired by ‘The Madness of King Scar’. Instead of pursuing Nala, he goes after you. You aren’t thrilled for some reason?  

Warnings: I wanted to write some dark stuff. So, in order of the drabbles, here are the warnings: FIRST OF ALL, very inappropriate/noncon/toxic relationships. Then also kidnapping and keeping you against your will (In a cell), non-sexual nudity, sexual harassment / propositioning (Dubcon I guess? I mean, you’re saying yes but not because you genuinely want to have sex), SMUUUUTTTTTTT (Throughout), deeply religious man doing some SERIOUS SINNING (would not recommend for devout Catholics or Voorhees’ because there is certainly premarital sex involved), dirty talk, oral sex (female receiving), sacrilege? And finally age difference (Older man, younger female) and forced marriage / sexual harassment… again.

Evil Queen: 

He She keeps you in a box by the bed, alive but just barely. - Hole

The lines of sunlight that split the dust and the dirt of your cell right in front of you nearly touch the tips of your toes, and as always, your queen comes swishing down the hallway towards you. She always comes at the same time, so when the beams of light colouring the floor start to get closer to you, your usual sitting position, you just watch it and feel anxiety build up and fill your chest… your throat… your mouth. Until you can barely breath and you hear her footsteps, the swift click, click, clicking of her sharp heeled shoes along the stone floor and you bite back a scream.

You did scream, the 3rd week you were here. Every time you knew she was coming, you heard her coming, and you knew she would be in your cell soon, you would cry and yell for her to let you go. You were thinking desperately, for some horrible reason, that if you were loud enough, if the pleading bled through your voice enough, then she would finally understand – fully comprehend your situation, - and let you be free again.

But that was stupid. She knows how you feel, she understands perfectly.

It just doesn’t matter. She’s calculated and she has decided that her need for you is more important.

She would just wrap your trembling body up against her own perfectly calm one, the smooth feel of her fine clothes comforting against your cheeks and your arms. But you didn’t want her. You didn’t want her comfort, it just succeeded in making you feel sick- to your stomach.

But you didn’t move. What was the point? It would just start trouble, and besides… you don’t have the energy. You live on bread and water for fucks sake.

Now, you let her walk on into your cell and she revels in the dull hatred you look at her with. Her lips twist into a smirk in greeting, then moves to the bed. You watch her as she undresses, like always. First goes the hood, her hair coming free around her shoulders, and then go her shoes and her dress. Then she looks over her shoulder and gestures for you to do your thing.

She must be tired today. Straight to bed. 

Sighing, you drag yourself from the dusty, harsh stone floor, reach her and raise your arms like an obedient, lifeless doll. Which is what you are, honestly.

She enjoys pulling the sack of a shift off your body, herself.

Then you both get into bed, wrapping around each other so your leg hooks over her hip while her’s nestles itself in your crotch. Your fronts touch completely, her right arm lays soon-to-be dead under your waist and curls around your back, pulling your body into her and keeping you there, and her left-hand cups the back of your neck; Locking your head in place as well in the crook of her neck.

She smells like burning and vanilla and you breath that in all night, every night when she comes here to your special courtyard dungeon to sleep with you. Just sleep. Hilda just likes to keep your ‘soft’, ‘beautiful’ body close, and she thinks its ‘sacrilege’ to wear clothes herself when she could be touching you properly. It would be wrong to let this go to waste, to watch skin-on-skin attention like this pass by without taking proper advantage of it. Similar to a wine connoisseur’s attitude towards fine drinks- you can’t possibly let that go to waste.

And she can’t let you go to waste, which here is synonymous with can’t possibly set you free.

The truly horrifying thing, though?

You don’t think you could sleep without any of this, now. So you just bury your nose in her neck, pull her body closer and close your eyes to go to sleep. There’s nothing else to do. 

Negaduck / Human!Jim Starling

Chasing the so called fame... she ended stumbling upon her deeds. - Rama

“Ah~ “You sigh, leaning your head back into the wall behind you as his lips paint the line of your throat, enjoying every little taste that he steals off your skin. You have to remind yourself that you don’t want this, you don’t want him. This is just business.

But the way this man - this awful, greedy, self-absorbed ass of a man, - and his hands fit on your hips and how his hips rub against yours, feels like the best kind of punishment and you’re so close to losing yourself. You feel like if you keep thinking you don’t want this, you don’t want this, and keep your true goal in mind then you won’t lose yourself. You’re still just a determined young star dying to make it. You still have your integrity.

You do. You must.

You aren’t one of those whores that are manipulated by old stars and get fucked over- literally.

You’ll get your dues.

This is just the work you have to complete to reach that goal. Like… like mail room.

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“Hi! Mr Starling, its great to meet you! I’m a huge fan.” You beam, shaking Darkwing Duck’s hand as soon as he gets to your table, which you had just waived enthusiastically at him from when he arrived at the café, in fear of losing it if you were to go and greet him at the door. “Darkwing would kick Gizmo’s ass any day.” You wink, laughing good naturedly and sitting back in your seat, crossing one leg over the other. Truthfully, you aren’t that huge of a fan - Gizmo duck has always been your favourite superhero, in actuality, - but a little fake flattery never hurt anyone. Besides, if what you’ve heard about Jim Starling is true then it’s a very good tactic to getting what you want.

You will get that damn internship with him if it kills you.

Jim’s eyes slip boldly over your form which he makes no attempt at disguising as anything other then what it was; predatory. You’re wearing a professional outfit, but yes, it is pretty cute…  And it caters to your needs. Short, tight black skirt, tinted lavender blouse- hey! Dress for the job you want.

He smiles brightly; A white, sparkly affair that any good celebrity pulls off all the time without getting wrinkles, somehow. That reminds you, if you get this gig - Ah, not ‘if’; When. Be confident, - you need to be sure to ask him what cream he uses.

“Very nice to meet you, too. Sorry, I didn’t get to look at the interview list before I got here.” He… This man didn’t even look at your resume before coming? At least he has the good sense to fake bashfulness. “I was busy running lines with Debra Van Duck.”

Oh, and he’s a name dropper, too. You could laugh, but you force it down.

Instead, you smile your own best smile and tilt your head just so to the side. “Y/N. Y/N L/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you Mr Starling.”

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“I know it is,”

You remember how he responded like a total douche, and how much of your energy you used up swallowing the deep groan. Good lord, who is this guy? You had thought.

Well, now you have an answer- A guy you fucked on your way up the ladder of fame.

No! You snap out of those self-loathing thoughts. No. You aren’t doing that. You aren’t one of those celebrities. You have dignity...

“What were you doing, wearing my colours… ? Hm? Heheheh… “Darkwing’s colours, sir, think, rolling your eyes as Jim unties the blouses top, grinning at your attire. He’s sure misplaced the line between Jim Starling, and his character, hasn’t he? Piece of work. “Sure got my attention. Good strategy.”

You gasp. “I wasn’t trying to do this! - “

“Whatever.” You bite back an insult, and instead grip his scarf - dear god, what a poser, - and drag him forward to connect your lips with the seasoned star’s. He growls into your mouth, loving the animosity coming from such a cute girl, and pulls away, dragging you the rest of the way through his hotel room, to the bedroom.

The scarf gets lost first thing when you get in there.

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“- And that’s why I think I’m the best candidate to be your assistant for this movie.” You finish, fingers wrapped around your coffee cup- from which you’ve barely drunk anything from being too busy siting your experience and your competencies to Mr Starling.

“My personal assistant.”

Your eyebrows shoot up your forehead. “Huh?”

“You’ll be my personal assistant, if I like you enough. You should say it.” He smirks, liking something about that ‘personal’ part of the job title. He takes a long sip of his own drink, then- an impossibly detailed drink. The drink of an asshole. You are not looking forward to ordering that thing for him every day. Those poor baristas.

“Okay… And, that’s why I think I’m- “Now that you’ve been corrected on one part of your conclusion, you re-think the rest suddenly as well. It sure doesn’t sound too confident, and you need to sound confident. Gripping the cup tighter, you straighten your shoulders again and paste a winning grin to your young face. “And that’s why I would be the perfect personal assistant for you, Mr Starling.”

“You know what?” His voice gets deeper and huskier than before, dangerous. Eyes half-lidded, he leans on his forearms across the table to you. “I think so too.” Quickly that sexy lilt to his voice disappears again and you take a breath. Wow, that was... unexpected... “One question though! To what ends would you go to in order to get this gig? Or, err… for me.”

-

Your lips trace along his hips, feeling dirty, but still saying it. You don't really want this. Its business. Chanting it in your head. Over, and over… weakly. When you remember. Every few minutes or so. 

You don’t want this… you… You don’t really want this. You don’t….

But you’re grabbing at straws now as you rub your thighs together, thinking this is unbelievably, darkly hot, and in a last-ditch, desperate attempt at retaining what little dignity you might still possess, you say it out loud. Against the side of his cock. “I’m only doing this to get the job. I’m not desperate… “

“Aw,” Once the clothes were off, Jim’s voice permanently contracted that husky, hot quality from before and it made you so wet. “Is that what you think?” He sounds so disbelieving, as if the thought of you thinking that was so, very, ridiculous…

You choke, tears building in your eyes, and for a moment you pause. This was not how your career was supposed to start… you were supposed to be different. “Yes.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” A finger comes under your chin and guides your head up to look him in the eye. There’s an evil, wise glint in it and one corner of his mouth quirks up. “Do you really not get how Hollywood works, yet? Well,” He chuckles. “Consider yourself lucky to be initiated by Jim Starling, love. I’m gonna make you a star- just keep doing what you’re doin’, alright?”

Holding his look for a moment, you hear his words. You really hear them… then set your jaw and narrow your eyes.

He’s right, you will be.

-

A smirk slips across your lips and you find your own eyes half lidding, your fingers brushing your hair back off your neck, and that neck inclining to the side. Towing the line between professionalism and flirting. 

“Damn near anything, sir.”

Judge Claude Frollo: 

You can never be free when you’re in love with the bondage. - Shreya

Claude’s face twitches, which you find just adorably curious, as he kneels down between the confessional of your spread open thighs. The way he looks at your flower - the rose that the Grim Reaper might offer a disaster victim if he was feeling so generous, as your despicable little Judge would refer to it so unflatteringly, -, is a tingle generating cocktail of wicked hunger that, because he’s so bad, he won’t resist and the misery of someone who wishes he could be doing anything else. But he can’t. Because he doesn’t want to be. And that’s the kicker. “I did offer to do you, love. But you said you don’t want my dirty mouth anywhere near you… “

He rolls his shoulders back instead of whining and trembling like he used to, his cold hands finding the junctions beneath your knees. “That’s right.” As he leans forward and brushes his lips against yours, gently. You wiggle your hips carefully, experimentally, to see how he reacts and catch a hot flash of red disappear down his neck beneath those clothes. The clothes of a religious man. Ha! “Who knows what else has been in that.”

You bite your bottom lip, smirking. “I could tell you… “When he tightens his grip as a warning on your soft skin, you let out a little giggle. For a moment, you give him a break and just lean back on the leather desk you’ve sat yourself on, bottoms-less, arms out behind you holding you up as he begins his work. His tongue licks a stripe right up the middle of your lips, going straight in for the kill instead of fluffing around at all. You grin at it, looking at the dark stone ceiling and hike a leg up the chair beside him- opening up more for him.

As he starts to get into it, enjoying your taste as his lascivious moans tell you anything. Not to mention the way he’s devouring your pussy like a starving man. His tongue slides up and down, collecting all the slick that your pleasure creates and he sucks on your lips- whining and moaning because there isn’t enough. There’s never enough. Not of this. Greedy judge. “Ahhhh… “You moan, spreading your legs even more - as far as you possibly and he thankfully buries himself deeper into your cunt, - lips pressing desperately to your hot skin.

As he starts to really scoop up the wetness out of the deepest parts of you with his tongue, slurping and inhaling his meal, you decide it’s time to torture him. Just a little bit! It’s part of the fun of him.

Running your fingers through his hair and spreading them, feeling the soft tufts of grey hair, you smirk deviously, nastily, as the pleasure courses through your and bundles in your cunt from Frollo’s desperation. “You know… “You let out a moan, and roll your hips into his face to encourage him, but are really focusing on the bombshell you’re about to drop on this poor sinner. “I wonder… ah… if you… think about… the… the ones bef-before you… “He chokes, gurgling on your elixir as that thought, and hopefully those mental images flash into his head. You peak down at him with one eye, wickedly.

He recovers and continues to slowly suck on your pretty pussy, determined not to let you get to him… even on his knees, praying on your sex.

Tightening your grip on his hair, digging your fingers into his scalp, your pull locks at the same rhythm of his moans. “Do you think of them, Frollo? Huh? Filling me up with their creamy cum, until I’m so full that I couldn’t possibly take anymore, and it came slithering out and splattering on the ground? Do I still taste like them, baby? You love how I taste, don’t you? Eating me out like a whore… “

In that moment, this man creams hard in his pants.

- Not that he admits it out loud.

Human!Scar

And suddenly, the monster in him fell silent as he laid his head on her lap. - L.W

All you can think, as you stand there in shock with the whole pride watching you and Scar, with concerned looks on their faces but lips zipped, is; This man watched you grow up. You used to play with his goddamn nephew.

Your skin crawls at the knowledge, feeling his poisonous, nearly luminescent green eyes on you and the delirious smirk on his lips as Zazu reads out the wedding speech, voice droning all around you, it seems, like a horrible nightmare- only picking up with forced enthusiasm when Scar flashes a glare at him. His lips quirk up too, and a fluttery laugh splatters out of him like blood from a slashed throat. This doesn’t meet his eyes, either.

Because the only reason that anyone is here, is because Scar has gone absolutely, positively raving mad. He wants to be loved, that much is clear. So, he asked you to marry him… and blackmailed you like a true monarch when you refused. So you had to say yes. To save your family.

You’re just staring at Scar, absolutely not listening to any of Zazu’s words officiating this ridiculous ceremony; His long black hair has grey streaks coming from the scalp, there are bags under his eyes as he rarely sleeps, his tie isn’t tied properly and his eyes- god, those eyes. You keep getting stuck on them.

They’re stark raving, is what they are. Impossibly bright and beautiful, in the same way that a glowing chemical spill is beautiful. Or a nuclear blast. Disastrous.

He’s a disaster. He’s a walking, talking, unstable, ruling disaster like a live volcano; Ready to explode at any given moment.  

And he’s forcing you to marry him.

Marry him.

Your breath hitches, sucking in deep suddenly as if you hadn’t really been breathing for a while. Just standing.

Oh, my god. This is your wedding. This is a real wedding.

As you look around the garden, as if awakening from a dream, your eyes fill up with tears and your fingers go cold and begin to shake around the bouquet of lavender in your hands that is all you can smell. You manage to hold in your cries, though, until Zazu asks you if you’ll take Scar’s hand in marriage.

Then suddenly, your sobbing and begging. “Scar. Please, you have to s-see… this is crazy! You- You don’t l-l-love me… “ Yeah, like that’s the issue with this union. But its all you can think to say amidst your desperate crying.

As if spooked, he immediately jumps as well - what a pair you make, -, except, he moves toward you. Cupping your face in his hands and standing very close, looking into your eyes so intimately that Zazu has to step back from the scene. “Shhh, shhh, pet. No need for tears. No, no, no, please don’t cry… “ His voice, gravelly as ever, lilts like he truly feels sorry for you. Like he sympathises with you.

Our Mad King, you think, looking back into his eyes. “B-but- “

“Now, now, I know it’s an emotional moment for us darling but please, pull yourself together.”

You do try to bite your bottom lip and calm down, to your credit… but, of course, you fail. I mean? The situation definitely warrants, tears. “Scar, please just listen to me! - “You sniff, cheeks damp from your salty tears now. He dries them with his thumbs, pouting at you with knit together eyebrows.

“Don’t you see, my love? You’re going to be Queen. We’re going to be married and be happy together, adored by our kingdom, living forever and leading the world. Together. And, in a year… “Your future husband sets you with a serious look, informing you of something. “We will have children, together.” Biting back another cry at that, you try to rip out of his grip but he just makes calming noises like you’re a wild animal and curls an arm tightly around your waist, holding your jaw in one hand now. “Calm down now, love. We need to have a united front in front of our people!” His grip is surprisingly strong, what with his hold on his own mind precarious. You can’t escape him. 

“I am giving you a year, after all. Isn’t that nice of me? Anyway, we’re having a wedding, now. Please smile, look your prettiest, and say… “He raises his eyebrows, before turning your head to look at Zazu, enunciating his words clearly. “I do.”

[yandere-toons]

Hey! You're still taking requests, right? If so, may I request some yandere headcanons for Negaduck? Not Jim Starling, though, I mean the Negaduck from the '90s universe. I'm really curious on what your take on that version of him would be like!

Yandere Negaduck (Platonic & Romantic Headcanons)

Warnings: Violence, Death, Psychological Manipulation, Toxic Mindsets.

A.N. – R.I.P. St. Canard.

Platonic:

Asking Negaduck to tolerate second place is to strip him of his weapons and brand him a hero. Dumping sacks of stolen jewels and cash on his friend's lap merits gratitude in his world, and he expects payment in the form of unconditional loyalty. If someone encroaches on his supremacy in the friendship, Negaduck turns the downfall of the guilty party into a graphic spectacle that is the highlight of the evening news.

Few possess the courage to approach his friend, for Negaduck relishes terrorizing any soul with companionship on the mind. He is not shy about expressing his volatile hatred for everyone else in their life and retains a selfish indifference to their objection. While Negaduck toys with the idea of forming a crime duo, he places far more emphasis on monopolizing their attention than he does on earning their favour.

This public enemy dreams of tormenting the innocent and plundering St. Canard with his friend. Standing atop the pile of rubble it becomes and laughing at stragglers sounds like a prime bonding experience to him. Negaduck goads them into partaking in his violent escapades, sharing the gruesome details of past crimes and bringing heists to their doorstep to compel them to participate.

Romantic:

He wants to see his partner at their worst. He likes to push them to the proverbial edge in emotionally charged situations, twisting the words of others and nurturing a false sense of urgency that leads them to wreck their interpersonal relationships. The logical protests of friends are attempts at sabotage, the rational fears of vulnerable citizens are an inability to accept change, and the protective instincts of heroes are a show of distrust.

Negaduck encourages them to pursue all their nastiest impulses with unbridled enthusiasm. Restraint and reasoning are declared obstacles to their potential, and he enables self-destructive habits to further tarnish the public perception of them. Success entails destroying their every charitable quality and rebuilding them as a villain.

Even when his partner is alone, Negaduck's reputation for brutality acts as an intrinsic repellent. Evildoers alter their plans to avoid speaking to them, and civilians shun them for ostensibly being the cohort of a violent criminal. No one with regard for their life is fatuous enough to kidnap his partner, but Darkwing Duck is determined to rescue them.

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Can I request darkwing duck x chubby female reader whose a librarian in st.canard :) and saves her from nega duck

Hello dear💖, here's the request you asked for.

Night wing duck x chubby female reader💟

Damsels and ducks 🦆

Y/n was working in the library not much was happening, just people scrolling through books. Y/n was quite happy to be on her own to be honest it was rather quiet after all and peaceful, she had heard of the infamous dark wing duck. He was quite the hero and the looker to be honest, it may be weird, but y/n was infatuated with the character, he had the persona of an honest and good duck. Y/n was rather grateful she hadn’t met him, it would’ve been embarrassing but who’s to say it wouldn’t be worth a try.

She was scanning books as when suddenly y/n saw a shadow, she thought she was going insane. However, knowing that cape she could tell it was him, her infamous dark wing hero. Y/n wouldn’t have known that a certain other infamous villain was in the exact library, suddenly, an explosion rose from the room. A duck laughing from below emerged and claimed to be nega duck. He was insane, Nega duck was certainly not a good person, he takes fun in destroying the innocents. “Ah!” y/n screamed when the duck took noticed, the young female duck was certainly something he could use as a play for dark wing.

He grabbed y/n by her arm and starts to run when she hears night wing scream at the villain. Nega duck points his ray to y/n’s neck “any last words” he laughs. Y/n was suddenly out of Nega ducks grasp thanks to dark wing’s kick “Dark wing” y/n shouts when suddenly Nega wing shoots his ray gun towards night wing. Night wing dodged the insane ducks attack and pushed y/n out of the way “stay here Miss y/n” he read the duck’s name tag. The heroic duck ran off into distance, y/n couldn’t see a thing but all she could hear was hits and blasts. It was about 5 minuets before Nega duck was defeated by Dark wing “Thank you dark wing” y/n smiled.

Dark wing smirked at the pretty young duck, and he gave her something “No problem after all I am the terror that flaps in the night” he laughs like a hero. “Tell you what, how about I treat a pretty duck like you out” he starts to flirt with y/n. “Of course, my mighty hero” y/n hugs the duck and kisses his cheek.

The damsels always have a good taste in hero's.

Anyways thats all I have for now:

Ta Ta✨

[shadowtoons]

Dark Poisonous~(Ducktales/Darkwing Duck)(pt.1)

(I had posted this on Deviantart. I was actually bored, I usually do stories like this when I am waiting for my stylus is charging. Enjoy.)

____ = Your name/character

Hair Color= H/C

Eye Color= E/c

Duck Species= D/s

Hair Length= H/l

feather color= F/c

(I'll choose your height, so wouldn't be a struggle.)

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(Jim/Negaduck x Reader x Drake/Darkwing Duck)

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Things change, and when you think that literally does. Ever since when you heard the news about Darkwing Duck was having his own movie, reason you know. Worked with Scrooge Mcduck, and guess some male that was an writer-- Aleister was his name? Be honest you've never heard of this guy, but getting little information by a new friend met on set.

His name was Drake Mallard, the new terror that flaps in the night. Weirdly he looks like Jim Starling, maybe the difference-- Drake was more fun and nice, willing to work with others. Jim wouldn't- really you've had to make him work with others, thing is with Starling. He always wanted you beside him, call you crazy or anything. Kind of seeing something different of him, don't know why, really. Wished you know what was wrong with him the years passed was hard to move on when he can never seem to leave you alone at times. He just having problems, and you do try to help out with him much you can. Though, deep down you knew can't keep helping him out... Not until what happened.

Heard the news Jim Starling wasn't to be found after he tried to murder Drake, broken you to hear that. Least no one else got hurt, being with McDuck and his family at the moment. Let's not forget Launchpad's new favorite hero, even known to be your best friend. Drake, been around ever since now he's part of the group. Flipped your H/L H/C hair from your hair, as your E/C eyes sort of shift around the dining room. Sort of in your own little world, don't know in ways you kind of feel like someone was watching you, getting a uncomfortable feeling. Drake notice you when you decided to walk away, the concern he had for you. Getting up to follow, "Hey ___, are you okay?" asked to sit beside you being outside. "yeah, I'm fine Drake little tense is all. Nothing to worry." lied to him, "should go back in, knowing everyone wants to talk to the new hero." Playfully hit his shoulder, for him to laugh. "Well, couldn't be alone on this with you and Launchpad." Smiled warmly toward you, making you blush and giggle, "You're such a dork, I'll be in a few need some air is all." He nodded and went back in. Sighing now, closed the front door before you begin walking away from the billion dollar mansion. Having some sort of stare again, trying to ignore it only felt worst now.

Looking behind you, only no one was not there. Rose a brow no one wasn't there, turning now to continue your walk. “Little rude to walk away, from an old friend.~” hearing a voice— a familiar one, made you squeak and to turn only facing another male. Coming to realize slowly whom this might of be, “- Jim?” He grinned seeing you remembered, and knew you were the only kind of person to recognize a face like him. “One and only Jim Starling, sweetheart.~” little weird for him to call you that, well shouldn’t be he calls any girl that. This kind of side of him though, was way off of that reason seeing how his outfit looked, “what’s with the, new look? Everyone said you were dead too, how did you-“ before you can continue any other question covered you mouth with his hand, and to push you against a tree made you tense up. Your E/c eyes stared at a new man that changed him, “that last part is a secret, but the mean time my little ___, I am dead in a different way.” Let your mouth go, yet not moving away wasn’t gonna let you escape from him.

“Jim Starling is dead, a new man of me has awaken and driven into a little darkness.~” he spoke with a smirk on his beak, made you gulp. “A man that sees now that a betrayal can be at any corner, so in return I will make sure they are given a villain they want to see.~” purred a bit, his eyes now locking onto yours again, “for you my little D/S, not a simple harm gone be on you, after all unlike any other man doesn’t know you like I do.” Hearing him say that, couldn’t help to glare now. “What does that suppose to mean?” You asked only now pushing yourself against the tree when he push himself against you, “it means I can give you desires, unlike that new bird brain, Dumbwing Loser you are friends with— should I say one you seemly to have a crush on...” He glared of that, your eyes widen. “I-it’s not like that, Jim!” You told, now you sort of struggled to get him off. “Jim, you sound like an idiot yourself at this moment, get off me right now!!” Hissed at the other, you were sort of shorter than him, maybe by inch behind. He didn’t seem to budge, weirdly he always be pushed away. Fear what is now rushed in your body looked at him who has a widely wicked evil smile. “Tables has turn, hon.~”

He wasn’t gonna let you get away from him, you were scared and confuse, “wh-what do you want from me?” Asked now, hearing a hum coming out of the evil duck, “why, taking back what belongs to me..” growled, gasped only then to scream when he harshly grabbed you to throw you over his shoulder. “Jim, put me down right now!!!” Screamed out, “Someone help!!!!” Yelled out more and squirming. In some kind of luck, Della had came to the rescue, appearing and had tackle him making the male drop you. She had quickly stood up and moved away, “___ are you alright, he didn’t hurt you?” She asked showing her heroic side. “Yeah I’m fine, Della we need to call the others or least the police.” You told her, for the female duck rose a brow. “Why?”

“This is Jim Starling, the man who couldn’t be found from the studio’s incident.” You told her, for her eyes to be widen she heard the news as well. Hearing a laugh from Jim, as you both turn to the other, “oh, still think I am Jim. Guess I never told you the new man, I am.~” standing up, “I am the new villain that rises, from the newer darkness. I am the one now I will put fear to all Duckberg and St. Canard!” Della and you step back a bit, for the male given his smirk toward you both, “I am, Negaduck. The newest of the chapter risen villain, as well the new enemy of Darkwing Duck, and his fellow friends.” Glare toward Della, “step a side sweet cheeks, that female there is coming with me. I am not letting a low life man like him to take someone I dearly loved my life.~” A blush grew on you, hearing what he said was little weird, but to hear that did he really had a crush on you? Really, couldn’t tell he always flirted with other girls, he was really good at it manipulating their hearts, and breaking them. Between you both, was a lot different always saw him as a friend, nothing else. Della didn’t step down, “leave, or else...” she warned and wasn’t afraid of a man like him, heck she faced aliens and other kinds. Negaduck as he goes by, glared but to step down, “Fine... but this isn’t over, I’ll make sure not a single family and friends of yours will live.. I will make sure you suffer much.~” He told, “until then, I’ll return my treasure.~” to throw down a smoke bomb, you both covered and look seeing he was gone couldn’t be found at all.

Sort of forgot in a way, didn’t felt like it was needed weren’t really in much danger now you are. Took long for the meeting about Jim living, Drake came up to you. “___ he didn’t do nothing to you, did he?” Concern of your safety, you shook your head, “no.. just little frighten he tried to force me to go along with him. Even shocked to hear he had a crush on me, but hard to believe him when he always flirt with any girl.” Told about it, in sort a way Drake seem mad to hear that, but also jealous he was silent to finally took a deep breath, “well he has a competition, because... I have a crush on you.” He told the truth toward you, by surprise to hear. “You do?”

He nodded, “well yeah, you are cool and kind. He doesn’t deserve your kindness like that, deserve more than anything. Someone who is willing to protect you, and I am willing to do that. I love your smile, and laugh I never felt like that from someone. Hoping if maybe we can go on a date?” He asked, for you to feel your heart race, and softly smile to the male held his hand softly.

“Sounds lovely.”

[moonbeam-dragon]

INCORRECT QUOTES TIME

Negaduck: Megavolt is late again.

Quackerjack: How did this happen? I called him at 8 o’clock this morning and pretended it was 11.

Liquidator: I printed up a fake schedule for him saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon.

Bushroot: I set his clock to say PM when it’s really AM.

Negaduck: Oh boy. We may have overdone it.

*Megavolt bursts through the door*

Megavolt: WHAT TIME IS IT?

<>

Liquidator: Uh, Negaduck? Quackerjack is in the pool and I don't think he's waterproof.

Negaduck: What?

Megavolt: I think he meant, Quackerjack is drowning.

Negaduck: WHAT?!

*Meanwhile*

Quackerjack: *is drowning*

Bushroot: OH MY GOD, Quackerjack! KEEP SWIMMING!

Quackerjack: I can't swim, dumbass— *sinks*

Bushroot: Quackerjack!

<>

Bushroot: I'm cold.

Liquidator: Here, take my hoodie.

*meanwhile*

Quackerjack: I'm cold.

Megavolt: I can't control the weather, Quackerjack.

<>

Drake: Did you know you remind me of all 26 letters of the alphabet?

Launchpad: What? Like J F K W S Q X

Drake: No, like, U R A Q T.

Launchpad: Awwww!

<>

Megavolt: I’m in love with you.

Darkwing: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

Megavolt: I know.

Darkwing: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

<>

Gosalyn: Oooh, a train!

Drake: We’re in a train station, Gosalyn.

<>

Darkwing: Is it still visible? Where Negaduck slapped me?

Quackerjack: Your face looks like a don't walk signal.

Bushroot: Your face looks like a photo negative for the hamburger helper box.

Megavolt: A palm reader could tell Negaduck's future by looking at your face.

Liquidator: The phrase 'talk to the hand cause the face ain't listening' doesn't work for you, because the hand is your face.

Darkwing: ...A simple 'yes' would've sufficed.

<>

Quackerjack: You have to apologize to them Megavolt.

Megavolt: Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!

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Darkwing: Why would you think any of this was a good idea?

Negaduck: Probably because I’m a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence.

Darkwing:

Negaduck: I don’t know how you keep forgetting this.

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Launchpad: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.

Darkwing: That's great, Launchpad. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 6 years.

[hunterwritesstuff]

hi im the one who requested for yandere Darkwing and Negaduck x GN reader! thank you for doing my req i loved the fic very much <3 if its okay i got another request! Negaduck x GN reader who doesn't like eye contact? specifically Jim starling if that's okay!^_^

JIMMYYYY!!(/pos)

"Are you listening to me?" You looked up at him, but didn't look him in the eyes.

"Yes, sir, I just don't like eye contact, th-that's all!" You sputtered out.

He raised an eyebrow. "Why? Scared of me or something?"

You shook your head no violently. "No, I-I just...don't like it...it feels too...intimate..." You explained.

"Hm..." Jim hummed, putting a hand to his chin and tapping his foot in thought. "How can we get around this..."

You stood there worried. What was he planning? "Uhm...sir...?"

"I'm thinking." He said sharply. "I wanna see how we can get around your dislike of eye contact."

You were surprised. He typically never compromised on things. "Oh!"

"What? I love you, dammit, I'm not gonna be an asshole to you." He frowned.

"I know, you just...never make compromises, sir!"

He chuckled. It sent shivers down your spine, despite knowing it was a happy laugh.

"...and you do scare me a bit, sir. That is one reason." You muttered.

"...can I find a way to make it easier for you? If I didn't look scary, would you make eye contact with me?" Jim asked, brightening up.

"Maybe!" You shrugged.

"...I need to make a visit to Quackerjack." Jim smiled.

Hope this is okay, hope you enjoy! <3

[hunterwritesstuff]

Since you write for Dwd, any Negaduck hcs? Like, for a boyfriend or smth?

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS MAN I AM DOWN BAD-

Listen. This man may be evil, but if you get with this guy, be ready to be treated like fucking royalty.

You still have to do your daily duties and shit, but hey! You get to be with public enemy #2!

He may not be the most motivated to do some things, but he's willing to spend time with you!

If anyone(not naming names DARKWI-) tries to take you away, Negaduck will BURN THE CITY DOWN TO FIND YOU.

No two-ways about it, this guy is OBSESSED.

Basically, there's no way to get this guy to not be a yandere.

He's down HORRENDOUS.

If you want something and have wanted it for a while? He'll steal it for you.

He loves you.

Just calm down.

[yandere-toons]

I really love your Jim starling fic! What would the aftermath be (ie the others’ reactions and the recovery)? Not many yandere writers talk about the outcome 🤔

Yandere Jim Starling | Negaduck (Romantic Scenario - “Rendezvous in Cold Blood 2: The Hero’s Sacrifice”)

Warnings: Light Gore, Violence, Blood, Toxic Mindsets.

The first part can be read here.

A.N. – It only took four months, but it's finally here. I poured my soul into framing this exactly how I envision a showdown between Drake and Jim would have gone if the series were Mature.

Horror infiltrated Drake’s figure when Jim made a beeline for you and Launchpad.

The vigilante leapt in front of the mad duck and outstretched his arms on either side of himself in a frantic attempt to abate the former actor’s bloodlust. "Please, Jim! It doesn't have to be this way!" Darkwing Duck shot his predecessor a look of compassion, pleading for a peaceful resolution.

Jim halted and shifted his frenzied gaze to the caped crusader before erupting in screams of malevolence and swinging the chainsaw at him wildly. “Don’t you dare patronize me!”

A cry of terror escaped Drake as he scrambled backwards like a terrified child. Beads of sweat began to cascade down his forehead, a quiver rattling his body.

A fresh gash in the centre of his costume exposed his teal undershirt and chest plumage, a sliver of crimson beginning to leak from the laceration. The vigilante peered down at the wound with eyes as wide as saucers and winced, a strenuous grunt slipping past his lips despite his best efforts to repress it.

Eyes snapping shut, he pressed a hand against the slash before meeting Jim’s malicious grin with determination. “I’m not going to fight you.” A tandem of misery sank into the depths of his stomach as the duck he had once revered as a hero mirrored the villains he swore to vanquish.

"Good."

The actor tilted his head with a smile, eyes narrowing in amusement.

The young mallard's insistence on preaching to his humanity drew gales of laughter from a part of himself that deemed such compassion a deformity of the naïve mind.

"I'll be done with you in no time."

A silent moment of acknowledgement registered on Darkwing Duck's face, a grim serenity permeating the air. The burning in his chest brought a ripple of acceptance as his hopes for a truce dwindled to dust. Perhaps his wishes would see fruition tonight, but not without first defiling the code he clutched to his being like a lifeline.

As he gazed at your crippled form, face contorted in distress and blood trickling from your leg, and Launchpad's conflicted visage, faith torn down the middle like a flimsy piece of paper, he decided it was a sacrifice worth making.

“Take them and go—” Drake had begun to turn towards Jim only for metal teeth to clip the edge of his bill and kick his head back in a movement too rapid to be harmless. The vigilante was knocked onto the concrete and clutched his beak with trembling hands, slowly uncovering it to reveal a jagged, vertical scar shaping the corner of his lip.

“Darkwing!”

Before you could blink, you were plopped onto the sidewalk. Agony rocketed through your crippled leg as the exposed bone collided with the frigid concrete.

Launchpad was unaware of the damage he had inflicted, for he rushed ahead to intervene before any more blood was shed.

Both ducks paused and spared a glance at the pilot.

Jim realized that the comment was directed at Drake and grit his teeth with a silent wish for vindication.

Darkwing Duck’s eyes widened in horror, and he extended a hand with haste. “No, Launchpad! Get out of here!”

The former actor’s breathing hastened, his grip on the chainsaw tightening until the tool began to shake violently. The growling of its motor mimicked a rabid, snarling dog.

Drake hissed and clutched his chest, blood secreting from the incision and curling around his digits like a serpent.

Stretching the muscle had prompted a fresh surge of pain to erupt in his injury. White feathers were stained a rich shade of crimson as strings of pain trailed down his abdomen and slipped inside cracks in the pavement. One look at the warm droplets oozing from his flesh brought a wave of nausea crashing upon his figure.

Jim reared the mechanical saw and aimed for the vigilante’s neck, swinging with fervorous strength.

“Darkwing, look out!”

The caped crusader turned his head, a glimmer of steel reflecting in his eyes before a massive force rammed into his side.

Drake tumbled across the sidewalk, groaning and gasping as sanguine fluid slipped through his fingers and trickled onto the concrete in puddles. He bolstered himself by his elbows and had begun to stagger to his feet when the howls of the chainsaw quieted. The vigilante peered towards the noise with a mixture of alarm and bewilderment, only to feel a coldness envelop his form.

Launchpad was lying on his stomach, eyes shut and limbs splayed. The scatterbrained duck sported a gash along his arm that stretched from his shoulder to his wrist.

As blood began to stain the sleeve of his bomber jacket, Jim gawked and took a step back. He lowered the weapon to his side and scrambled for words, a flash of remorse slipping into his image before it was obscured by indignance. “Why would you do that, you buffoon?!”

Launchpad lifted his head and looked at his idol with somber conviction. “It’s what a hero would do.”

The former actor stared at him, eyes wide yet crinkling with disbelief. He slowly shook his head, straightening his posture and proclaiming in a low tone, “Villains don’t deserve mercy.”

As if cementing the statement, a cry of outrage resounded from behind.

Jim whipped around with a scowl, only to find himself staggering backwards. His forehead was enveloped in a wildfire of pain, and his vision churned like fruit in a blender. Panting drew his gaze to the sight of Drake, eyes narrowed and fists clenched.

A frenzied smile bloomed on the mad duck's bill. "So, you finally grew a backbone?" He revved the chainsaw and lunged for the vigilante, striving to enlarge his earlier work. "Well? Don't leave me in suspense!"

Flinching at the cacophony of cackling and howling echoing in the street, you dragged yourself to the nearest streetlight. The metal was frigid underneath your touch, but having something solid to grasp provided a sense of comfort. A haze had been developing within your mind, each drop of blood stolen by the concrete below draining another sliver of consciousness.

A muffled voice mumbled at your side, stained with a frantic insistence you were blind to. A scrap of awareness penetrated your body only when your hand was seized and a small object was planted in it. The jolt of adrenaline cleared your ears long enough to hear, “Take my phone. Call Mr. McD.”

* * *

“I’m not saying you can never see them again,” cried Drake, leaping aside to evade a swing with the power of a speeding truck behind it.

Jim’s eyes remained intertwined with his, not daring to gaze upon you before eradicating the pest. “Don’t try to bribe me with lies! I know your gimmick.” His tone dropped to a grumble. “Make me lower my guard with pretty words." He swung the chainsaw at Drake, who backflipped towards a streetlight. “Then, stick a knife in my back!”

The failure earned a howl of frustration. “Oh, I bet you’d love it if I kicked the bucket, wouldn’t you? All the fans, all the fame, all for you.” The length of the fight was beginning to antagonize the mad duck's tired bones, but the fury boiling in the pit of his stomach acted as a natural steroid. “Sorry to disappoint, but you’ll have to kill me first.”

The weight of his fists seemed to hold the entire world as Darkwing Duck dodged a slash at his legs. “I’m not taking them! I’m saving them! Keeping them locked up in your house, never seeing anyone but you--it’s not right!” He bowed his head for a moment of contemplation before looking at his childhood hero with desperation.

“You’re sick, Jim. But I want to help you. You just have to let them go.”

The former actor refused to meet Drake's gaze, eyes obscured by the rim of his red fedora. “Let them go, huh? Awfully convenient for you.” His fury was reignited with an indignant edge. “I bet you’re dying to get me out of the picture! Guess what, you hack," sneered Jim, spitting the insult with such frigid animosity that Drake flinched.

"Only one of us is leaving here with a pulse. So—” he smiled “—may the best hero win.”

* * *

“Why do you have my chauffeur’s phone,” inquired Scrooge, voice heavy with suspicion.

Glancing at the sound of metal teeth tearing fabric, you shook your head to dispel the fog seeping into your thoughts. "We were attacked," you murmured, pausing after each syllable to breathe. Your lungs acted as if they were incapable of retaining oxygen for more than a few seconds.

"Wait a moment, I know your voice." Shuffling reverberated through the phone as the trillionaire moved to a more private location, silencing the background chatter. "Is this one of Launchpad's friends?"

A tandem of frustration sunk into your voice, both from your battle for consciousness and the wealthy waterfowl's leisurely attitude. "Both of us are injured. I need a hospital, and—" You slid down the streetlight but caught yourself with a shaky arm, nearly dropping the device.

"Easy now," cautioned Scrooge, urgency entering his tone when he heard you gasping for breath. "Where did you say you were?"

Whispering the street address was the last effort you managed before being yanked to your feet. The phone was snatched from your grip as Launchpad clutched your shoulders, sporting an expression of panic.

"The Ratcatcher is on one of these roofs. I—I don't remember which, but I'll find it." He glanced at Jim kicking Drake to the ground. "I'm gonna try to take down Jim, but you need to be ready to run." The pilot had begun to sprint towards the two ducks when he paused to send you an apologetic look.

"Uh, scratch that. I'll carry you."

* * *

“You want to know why I don’t let them leave?" Jim loomed above the young mallard with a vicious scowl, wide eyes reflecting a bottomless pit of contempt. The mad duck pressed his foot against the vigilante's chest, twisting it back and forth to chafe the wound. "Because the world is full of villains like you just waiting to steal the life of the hero!"

The former actor seized the front of Darkwing Duck's costume and yanked him forward. "They don’t need your help. They don’t need anything from you, so why—”

Jim slammed the back of Drake’s head into the pavement.

“—won’t—”

In the silence of the night, it was a sound louder than any scream.

“—you—”

The vigilante's eyes began to flutter shut.

“—just—”

His hand fell, slapping the ground like a slab of raw meat.

“—die already?!”

A pair of arms wrapped around the mad duck's torso and heaved him across the street, his yell combining with the screeches of the chainsaw as it bounced off the asphalt. The metal teeth hissed and punctured the road, showering him in sparks that singed his costume and plumage.

Launchpad's cries failed to penetrate Drake's fractured skull, the young hero hanging limp in his grasp. After a moment of deliberation, the scatterbrained duck retracted his arms.

The vigilante stood motionless before leaning on his heels and collapsing onto the concrete.

A series of apologies poured out of the pilot's beak as he slung Drake's arm around his shoulder and lifted him from the ground.

Groans escaped the mallard, his eyes cracking open like eggs over a frying pan. Slurred questions trickled from his mangled form as he scanned the area for his opponent. Before he could voice his concerns to Launchpad, headlights enveloped the street.

Everyone squinted and retreated into themselves, raising arms to their eyes and turning away.

The yellow glow swerved to reveal the limousine of Scrooge McDuck, pristine black paint shimmering in the moonlight. The tires squealed and left a trail of rubber in the shape of a circle. The car door was flung open, and the trillionaire planted his spatterdashes on the asphalt while the vehicle screeched to a halt behind him.

"What's this about an attack?"

A gasp escaped Launchpad when Darkwing Duck leapt free of his grip and pointed a finger to the sky, legs wobbling and tongue protruding from his bill. "Mr. McDuck, I've apprehended the suspect!" Head lolling, a groan fled his form as he plummeted to the ground.

The trillionaire squinted and eyed him with perplexity, shifting his gaze to you when his chauffeur collected the vigilante.

The pilot steadied Drake with a worried frown, clenching his shoulder and draping an arm over his chest. "Mr. McD, I humbly request to ride shotgun—"

Scrooge raised a hand. "I'll drive."

The howl of a chainsaw engine spurred Launchpad to sprint to the passenger side and coax a reluctant Drake into climbing inside.

"We have to save them," he muttered, placing a hand on the limousine and resisting Launchpad's push.

The pilot managed to ease him into compliance with the reply, "I'm going to them right now!" True to his word, he rounded the front of the car with urgency in his step, only to find you limping in his direction.

Scrooge had begun to approach, arm outstretched and casting apprehensive glances at the mad duck marching forward with a chainsaw reared above his head. The trillionaire tugged you to the backseat and nudged you inside with all the care he could summon in the frantic situation. The moment you shut the door, he dove into the driver's seat and put the car in reverse.

Launchpad clambered into the seat next to Drake, careful not to allow his head to ricochet like a dodgeball in the gymnasium.

The vehicle whirled around and proceeded to speed down the road when the rear window shattered into a wave of jagged blades. Hundreds of tiny knives cascaded down upon your figure as a cherry chainsaw soared past the bumper and crashed through the side of the automobile. Pain erupted all over your body, and Scrooge narrowly missed a fire hydrant.

An itch ascended your leg and sank its claws into the piece of tendon dangling from your fractured tibia, culminating in a painful fusion of tingling and phantom bites. A stifled whimper got caught in your throat as you winced and dug your fingers into your thighs. The sensation grew more intense with each second of neglection until the wound felt like it was infested with hundreds of microscopic insects burrowing into your flesh.

Scrooge glanced at the motion in the rearview mirror multiple times before spotting the exposed bone. He was a thin step short of slamming his foot on the breaks as his jaw dropped to his neck and his eyes reached the brim of his top hat.

Anxiety flooded your system when the wealthy waterfowl's initial shock morphed into furious bafflement.

The trillionaire extended a hand in your direction, palm pointing to the wound. "Did he do that?!"

A morsel of shame crawled into your frown as you lowered your gaze to the injury, nodding.

Scrooge returned his gaze to the road with a scoff, clenching the steering wheel and pursing the corners of his beak. "I don't know what sort of relationship the two of you have, but it's not good."

* * *

A light rain descended from the heavens, tiny droplets of water soothing the bit of scorched flesh on his cheek. Jim opened his hand to the liquid and peered into a world above his own before exhaling. A glassy veneer accumulated in his eyes, reflecting the scarce slices of silver light peeking through the grey clouds.

The occasional clap of thunder echoed in the distance like the roar of a great beast far beyond his imagination. A gentle breeze carried the tips of his cape as he lifted the chainsaw into his arms, shutting it down with a groan. The guide bar reflected the image of a stranger. It was stained with streaks of blood, but the rain washed away any doubt.

A low chuckle reverberated through his chest and wafted from his mouth like the silky smooth locks of a newborn. The actor swung the tool to his side and exposed his face to the drizzle, sighing.

"Oh, villains. They never know when to quit."

[yandere-toons]

Thanks so much for answering my ask! I was going to request some Mark Beaks next but you've got me feeling some kind of way for Jim Starling. Maybe his darling got out from house arrest and, when (cuz we both knows that's a when not an if) they're caught they pretend they went out looking for him because they were "so scared". They were worried someone had hurt him.

Yandere Jim Starling | Negaduck (Romantic Scenario - "Rendezvous in Cold Blood")

Warnings: strong and bloody violence, toxic mindset.

The sequel to this can be read here.

A.N. – Zoinks. I effectively wrote this backwards, and it was one of the strangest experiences. Anyway, this guy is a treat to write, so thanks for the request.

"Worried about me? That's rich," spat Jim, teetering towards the nearest corpse and scowling at it as if daring the cadaver to so much as twitch. "We both know you can't stand the sight of me." His words escaped in a snarl, but the underlying pain in the former actor's voice made you suffer a fleeting twinge of regret. 

You glanced at the streetlight and took a deep breath before hesitantly meeting Jim's sharp gaze, tightening your grip on the flip phone in an attempt to pacify your pounding heart. "That's not true, Jim. You know that's not true." 

The volatile duck remained silent as he stared at you, one of his cyan and lime eyes twitching slightly. "Then why do you make me hunt you down?"

The adrenaline rush left you feeling as light as a tail feather, and your mind was beginning to float away. Struggling to keep yourself grounded, you nearly broke the flip phone in two. After relieving that bit of tension, your thoughts began to replay all the nights you spent mentally rehearsing dialogues to save your hide rather than sleeping.

"If you're so worried, why don't you come a little closer?" Jim smiled darkly and extended a hand to you, his manic gaze taunting and malicious. The former actor continued to stalk forward like a prowling leopard, and your gaze dropped to the never-ending midnight stretch of the street. 

It was becoming nearly impossible to retain eye contact with his mad image.

He interpreted a twitch of your head as a rejection. "Oh, why not? I could be in terrible pain and just want some comfort. That is why you came, right?" 

The former actor's jeering mocked your crumbling facade of compassion, giving way to the primordial fear lurking beneath the surface. Barely repressing the urge to blurt out a vehement refusal, you reminded yourself that your life depended upon selling your desperation as concern for him.

"I heard Darkwing Duck—" a scowl flashed across Jim's face "—started patrolling these streets, and when you didn't come home, I was so worried."

Drake had surely received your message by now and was on his way. 

As you slipped the flip phone into your pocket, the thought gave you solace enough to raise your head and look the mad duck in the eyes for a moment, feigning relief. "But I can see I was just being silly, so I'll head home now." 

The former actor scoffed as you went out of your way to walk around him. 

When you came within a few steps of him, he abruptly jumped in front of you. "Oh, really? And how exactly did you know that dunce would be here? I don't recall telling you." 

You spared a glance at the mangled corpses behind Jim and the blood-stained chainsaw in his clutches, the itch in his voice to explode for hearing you say the name of his most hated nemesis causing a lie to spill out. "He's watching the whole city, right? So, I figured he'd come to this neighbourhood too."

The former actor sneered and regarded you with skepticism, narrowing one eye and widening the other. When his gaze drifted towards your pocket, you turned and attempted to hurry past him, but he seized your forearm in an ironclad grip. "Why don't we head back together?" 

You peered over your shoulder uneasily, face steadily draining of colour as the mad duck smiled widely.

"Nice night for a stroll, wouldn't you agree?"

Drake was not going to arrive fast enough, and if Jim discovered the flip phone, you would be lucky to keep your kneecaps.

The intersection at the end of the street was your best bet, but the former actor's prolific history as an action star had pitted him against people much more athletic than yourself. There was a snowball's chance in hell of you managing to round the corner and find a decent hiding spot, yet as Jim released your arm and reached for your pocket, you found yourself sprinting down the street. 

Manic laughter echoed from behind, and a flash of yellow and red dashed past you before you came face-to-face with the mad duck.

He pressed the chainsaw against your chest, playfully pushing you back. You wasted no time in leaping away and whirling around to flee in the opposite direction. "Where to now? Home is this way," shouted Jim tauntingly. His footsteps picked up into a brisk pace, and the sound of a chainsaw coming to life sent spears of terror coursing through your veins. 

"Taking the scenic route? Well, don't leave without me!"

A sudden clattering caused you to pause, and you glanced over to see the flip phone lying on the street a few steps behind. Jim was approaching rapidly, but you knew any punishment he dished out would be exacerbated tenfold if he saw the messages. It was a risk you were not willing to take, so you darted forward to snatch the device and had begun to stuff it into your pocket once again when it was suddenly knocked out of your hand by the guide bar of a chainsaw.

"Come here," whispered Jim, his deliberate steps abruptly hastening into a sprint as he revved up the chainsaw and brandished it at you. The grating screams of the machine raked against your eardrums like nails on a chalkboard, but the former actor was in his element. You scrambled backwards, nearly tripping over your own feet in a frantic attempt to dodge the maw of the mechanical saw.

Jim repeatedly swung its steel jaws back and forth in front of your legs, bellowing out a feverous cackle as you yelped in terror and beseeched him to stop.

Your panicked cries only egged the mad duck on, and he shot you a frenzied smile before swinging the cherry chainsaw upwards in a bisecting motion. Your eyes instinctively snapped shut, as you anticipated the searing agony of a thousand, metal teeth diving into your abdomen and splitting your face apart.

No pain befell your body, and you remained oddly idle. The roar of the chainsaw's engine drowned out the thumping of your palpitating heart and drilled into your mind like the screeches of an infant, but the noise had become stagnant. As your eyes fluttered open in confusion, an immense force slammed into the side of your knee. 

A sickening crack split through the air as an unbearable pain suddenly shot up your leg.

You collapsed immediately and howled in anguish, hands instinctually clutching your throbbing joint. Mind becoming clouded by the panic and distress, you merely gaped at the exposed bone protruding from the side of your knee. You felt the flip phone pressing against your back as if reminding you to keep it a secret while you continued to groan and whimper.

Hearing Jim click his tongue in mock sympathy, you hastily extended an arm and attempted to drag yourself away. You had begun to draw your arm back and heave your body forward when your crippled leg was abruptly pinned to the street.

"Trying to run again, are we?" His voice was devoid of compassion and remorse, carrying only glee and taunting undertones as he dug his heel into your maimed knee.

A cry escaped you, which prompted him to press down on your broken joint harder.

"I thought you knew better than to connive with villains," mused the former actor, beginning to restart the mechanical saw, "but it looks like you need a refresher." 

With the return of the engine's howl clamouring in your ears like cymbals, you spun your head around only to catch a glimpse of the downward swing of a chainsaw. The guide bar lunged for your throat, spurring you to twist onto your side and envelop your neck and face with your arms. The crunching of bones remained an unfulfilled promise, but you refused to test fate by letting your guard down. 

At any moment, metal teeth would plunge into your stomach or slice your limbs in half. The throbbing in your knee felt like it was tearing apart and shattering all over again, but the weight of Jim's foot suddenly receded.

When the roaring of the motor began to die down, you hesitantly lowered your arms only to be greeted with a chilling gust of breath. A low chuckle soon accompanied it. As Jim's smug countenance came into focus, the pit of your stomach dropped. 

"Thought I was about to whack you like one of those yahoos," he teased, tilting his head towards the carnage behind him with a prideful glint in his eyes. 

"Not tonight."

You shot him a horrified look, at which he merely snickered, his shoulders bobbing and leaving you to ponder the legitimacy of his thinly veiled threat. The steel teeth of the mechanical saw hung a few, measly inches from the edge of your chin, but the steady chugging of the quieting engine stirred up a phantom sensation of pointed metal slicing into your flesh. Even as the ravenous motor slowed to a standstill and an oppressive silence settled over the expansive vacancy of the street, you dared not move. 

The former actor pressed the chainsaw against the underside of your chin and began to draw you closer, leaning forward and narrowing his eyes. "How about we leave the stunts to me from now on?"

You recoiled into yourself and drew in your functioning leg, quietly whimpering as you discretely reached for the flip phone. 

Jim shifted the chainsaw to one hand while extending the other to help you up, sporting a falsely sympathetic smile.

When you merely fidgeted, he grasped your arm and pulled you to your feet. You winced as your maimed leg twisted at an unnatural angle and went limp immediately, causing you to fall forward and collide with the former actor. The mad duck's smile widened, and he hoisted you onto his shoulder, turning and strolling down the street. You fumbled through your pocket for the flip phone and held it below your face, trying to limit the glare from the screen as much as possible when you passed a streetlight. 

Drake had texted you a few minutes prior, saying that he was bringing backup. You began to reply with news of your broken knee but paused upon realizing that you had stopped moving, peeking over your shoulder at Jim to see him looking straight at you.

It took one moment too many for you to comprehend that you had been smiling.

 The former actor immediately dropped you and tore the flip phone from your grasp, whirling away with a swish of his black cape. His expression promptly became one of manic fury, and he threw the device onto the ground. 

You watched with a sinking feeling of dread as the mad duck repeatedly smashed his foot into it and slashed it with the chainsaw until it was a miserable pile of scrap metal. 

He continued to stomp and slice far after the phone was destroyed and lay in pieces, the metal teeth creating multiple lacerations in the asphalt and sending sparks careening through the air in every direction. 

All at once, the assault ceased.

The former actor stood over the rubble with his back facing you, panting. A deranged burst of growls escaped him before he slowly peered over his shoulder, eyes wide and brimming with ire. "So," muttered Jim, gradually turning as his form shook with a bubbling rage, "you were sneaking out to go collude with that hack."

The mad duck spat the term with boiling hatred and spun around on his heels, head arching back like a pit viper about to strike. "And you had the gall--the nerve--to claim you were worried about me!" His outcry reverberated through the street and melded with the rebirth of the chainsaw engine as he raised the cherry tool above his head and began charging forward.

Frantic whines and grunts tore through your throat as you scrambled in the opposite direction, staggering to your feet and dragging your limp leg across the street. Even as a mix of apologies and protests instinctively spilled past your lips, you knew all too well that there was no point in trying to reason with the former actor while he was in this state. A string of whooshes resounded from behind you while the mechanical saw sliced through the air, and you dove forward to narrowly avoid a sideways swing aimed at your lower back. 

Your stomach collided harshly with the sidewalk, a fresh sensation of pain shooting up your maimed limb when it slammed into the concrete. In a last-ditch effort to save yourself, you rolled over onto your back and reared your healthy leg, preparing to kick Jim square in the chest.

Before you could perform the deed, you caught sight of a small, spherical object sailing through the night sky and barrelling towards the two of you. 

It had originated from the roof of a lanky building directly across from you on the opposite side of the street. A shadowy figure descended onto the parallel sidewalk a moment later, and you glimpsed a pair of shining golden buttons before Jim abruptly whirled around and punctured the circular projectile with the chainsaw.

The object exploded upon impact, and the area was instantly consumed by purple smoke. 

Both of you broke into a coughing fit, but you used the momentary confusion to crawl further down the sidewalk unnoticed, while Jim raised his hackles and quickly acquired a defensive stance. "Using my own tricks against me?" The former actor smiled and chuckled as he said this, but there was nothing more than unadulterated malice in his words.

The glow of a nearby streetlight was suddenly obscured, and a large shadow draped over your form. You began to look up only to feel yourself be effortlessly lifted off the ground and placed onto your feet as if you were as weightless as a pillow. For a wild moment, you thought it was Jim. When the person's tall, muscular stature and brown bomber jacket came into view, you were met with the immensely relieving realization that it was Launchpad McQuack. 

The scatterbrained duck had been a good friend of yours until Jim decided it was in your best interest to be isolated from the outside world. 

When Launchpad started to let go, you immediately lurched forward and clutched his outstretched arms in a frantic attempt to retain balance. His worried expression shifted to one of bewilderment, gaze drifting down to your legs. Upon spotting your broken knee, he settled on a countenance of sorrow. The scatterbrained duck stared at the injury, visage contorted with anguish and guilt, and you got the sense that his distress did not stem solely from sympathy.

"Can you be any more unoriginal, Darkwing Dunce?"

The caped crusader emerged from the recesses of the fading purple smoke, fists clenched and eyes narrowed. He eyed his predecessor uneasily, gaze flickering to the roaring chainsaw shaking in his grasp before closing his eyes and quietly sighing. Darkwing Duck briefly glanced to his side, discretely monitoring Launchpad and you from the corner of his eye.

The pilot wordlessly lifted you into his arms and crossed the street, steadily approaching the vigilante.

Drake exercised a facade of composure in the face of Jim's thriving malevolence. "I don't want to fight you, Jim, but you have to let them go." His tone was deadly serious, a thinly veiled layer of desperation seeping into the final words.

The mad duck sneered and recoiled like the thought repulsed him to the core. His manic gaze locked onto your current position in an instant, and a look of absolute betrayal crossed his weathered face before being replaced by pure, seething fury. The former actor began panting, eyes becoming more akin to a feral animal's while the chainsaw revved up as if sharing its owner's ire.

"You don't want to fight, huh? That's too bad. Let's dance, Dead Meat Duck."

[yandere-toons]

Who's the easiest romantic yandere to deal with? Who's the hardest?

Warnings: references to abduction, violence, toxic mindsets, psychological manipulation.

* * *

Launchpad McQuack lands at the bottom of the danger scale by being one of the least likely to abduct his partner, dictate their daily life, and intentionally harm a rival. While most everyone else is chomping at the bit to lock their partner away, whether it's due to paranoia, possessiveness, or an extreme fear of abandonment, Launchpad continues to unconditionally trust every word that comes from his partner's mouth. 

His eternal optimism never wavers, and he wholeheartedly believes that his affection will one day be reciprocated. His partner is usually not in any real danger, as Launchpad does not house a single bad intention and merely desires their attention. Jealousy is virtually nonexistent with him, so he harbours no qualms about his partner having friends and going out in public. 

He will try to befriend the people they spend a lot of time around in hopes of being invited to the party. The only glaring issue is his clinginess. Launchpad is exceptionally affectionate with his partner all the time and doesn't always realize when it's unwanted. 

Additionally, his methods of keeping their attention often come at the steep price of yet another airline disaster or some terrible accident that costs thousands of dollars in property damage and hospitals bills because he was too busy watching Darkwing Duck with his partner in the back of the plane to remember that he was supposed to be in the cockpit steering Scrooge and his nephews away from the side of a cliff.

Two names come to mind when I think about the ultimate black sheep of DuckTales. Jim Starling and Doofus Drake. No one else in this universe even begins to compare to the raw ferocity of Negaduck 2.0 or the blatant sadism of the boy turned mad by riches.

Doofus has been cooped up in his treehouse for his entire life with no one but enabling parents to keep him company, leaving him with a complete lack of understanding of and experience with the outside world. He has long since become accustomed to everyone bending over backwards to please him and being able to do whatever he wants to anything and anyone with impunity, so he treats his partner like an object. 

There are no depths to which Doofus would not sink and no lengths to which he would not go to prevent them from ever leaving his house the moment they first step foot in the door. He is devoid of mercy and compassion and won't hesitate to dispose of anyone who so much as breathes the same air as his partner, who he makes watch the carnage. 

If he is in an especially good or sour mood, his partner is forced to torture and slay the person themselves while he watches, clapping and laughing in delight. Doofus will go out of his way to target friends and family for this purpose. No one is safe once he enters one of his screaming fits, and his partner needs to make themselves disappear if they want to still be able to walk after he calms down.

Years of trauma from debilitating stunts and the reality of his life's work being forgotten and overshadowed by Drake Mallard has left Jim's mental state fractured and unstable, and throwing obsession into the mix creates a truly cataclysmic force of nature. 

His partner is his sole connection to sanity, and he looks to them to fulfill his insatiable craving for praise and admiration, which results in the delusion that the world is one big villain union conspiring to steal the last good thing in his life. Every friend is a backstabbing, manipulative spy. Every family member is a blind, shallow traitor feeding them lies and encouraging them to fall into enemy hands. 

Any perceived slight against his partner is met with Jim driving his beloved chainsaw into the offender's guts because a hero protects those who cannot protect themselves. He has one of the highest body counts, won't hesitate to place his partner on permanent house arrest at the first sign of trouble, and demands complete and total obedience.

A genuine terror by his merit, but Armageddon comes to Duckburg when Drake catches wind of the relationship and attempts to rescue them.

[yandere-toons]

Father figure Jim Starling be like:

Jim: It's okay, Y/N, everyone's afraid of something!

Reader: Even you, Mister Starling?

Jim: No.

Jim's adopted kid grows up watching nothing but the original Darkwing Duck and Jim teaches the kid to hate Drake for being a "no-good, glory-stealing hack." That sounds like a villain origin story if ever there was one.

[yandere-toons]

Father!Jim would see Gosalyn and become instantly convinced that Drake will stoop to no low when it comes to plagiarizing him, before hypocritically conditioning his charge into becoming some kind of Nega-Gos.

Once the kid is old enough to fight, Jim calls the kid his little sidekick. He does not value school at all and encourages his kid to ditch it in favour of going on missions with him.

The kid is missing several life skills but knows how to throw punches and wield chainsaws like the best of the best, which Jim sees as more important since he doesn't plan on the kid leading an independent life.

Drake meets the kid while fighting Negaduck and comes to the firm conclusion that the kid is being hoodwinked and used. He separates the kid from Jim one day and tells the truth about what happened in the past.

Jim says that it's all a lie, of course, but maybe the kid begins to wonder.

[yandere-toons]

First off, I wanted to say that I loved the Black Hat HCs. It's always nice to see more yandere content for him 😊 And second, I'm curious about what other toons you consider to be the worst to have obsessed with you. Would you mind sharing your thoughts?

In terms of raw power and malicious intent:

Bill Cipher - A demon who views psychological torture and body dismemberment as a fun pastime. Granted, his dominion over the human realm is limited to the town of Gravity Falls. But if you're close enough to meet him, he'll ensure that you become a permanent resident.

Black Hat - The personification of all evil in the world.

The Lich (Adventure Time) - An eldritch horror with the magical abilities to rival those of a deity.

Negaduck (1991) - Devotes his life to terrorizing others, a goal which is accomplished by his utter lack of morals and propensity for violent weaponry.

Doofus Drake (2017) - Objectifies everyone, mutilates his toys/property and treats his parents like slaves.

Honourable Mentions:

Mephiles the Dark - Half of a malevolent god. Would have a higher rank, but spends most of his existence trapped in a sceptre. I suggest you invest in spiritual warding and ask Shadow for protection.

Daffy Duck - Not malicious, but so phenomenally reckless and chaotic that he would wreck your life in a week. Maybe Porky and Bugs have a tip or two.