#preeety sure he planned that

[smlbch]

omg.. just now i discovered that chan was moaning in “railway”..?

ADFSGD- CAN YOU HEAR HIM? I THINK IM PASSING AWAY I- send help😭😭

[tellywoodtrash]

shaadi mubarak 11, 12, 14.09.20 lbs

11.09.20

bhagwan give me as much dheentness as kt.

lmaoooooo kusum eavesdropping on this juhi/preeti convo and facepalming over and over.  

poor kusum has to do the dirty work of getting rid of kt.

ugh tarun/rati.

lmao fuck off rati, she still not coming back to be naukrani to you.

preeeti classsy as fuckkkkkkkkk.

shouldn't have told them the plan. they don't deserve to know shit.

I NEED TARUN TO BE MURDERED IMMEDIATELY. LIKE 3 SECONDS AGO. HE'S LITERALLY THE RUDEST FUCKER I'VE EVER ENCOUNTERED ON ITV. LIKE, IT TAKES SOME SPECIAL SKILL TO ECLIPSE THE 4 LIONS MEN AND THIS DUDE GOT THEM ALL DOWN PAT, LOOKING LIKE THEY GOT THE MANNERS OF A SOUTHERN GENTLEMAN. FUCK. LITERALLY DIE RIGHT NOW YOU FUCKING HELLSPAWN GARBAGE FIRE PERSON.

every time rati says “pranaam”, my eye twitches from rage.

lol kusum's mad that she had to turn kt away.

bless sumedh, he's the nicest boy in this whole show, i love him so much.

what dukaaan do sumedh/juhi haaaaaaave?!?

KUSUMMMMMM, YOU JUST PROMISED THAT YOU WOULDN'T TALK ABOUT THISSSSSS TO PREETIIIIIII.

kt also has zero hope.

he's sooooo earnestttttttt, while talking about preeti and her talent. i adore that about him.

lmao preeti doesn't get kusum's sass.

KUSUM IS HEADDDDDDDDDD CHEERLEADERRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!

omg she's soooooooooooo me, this is exactly howwwww i motivate my friends!!!

lmaoooooooooo ghoom-phir ke everything comes back to having sex and babies with someone who was essentially a stranger.

poor preeti. i really do get her side as well.

lo aa gaya rejection waala phone call.

i love kt's mom's saris. they're so simple and classy.

oh kt, you teddy bear of a man. i wish you happy thingsssssssss.

WHY DO THEY RANDOMLY GHUSAOFY THESE ROMANTIC TYPE OF  SCENES???!?! IT'S TOO FUCKING EARLY FOR THIS. YES THEY CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT EACH OTHER BUT IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE ROMANTICALLY CODED AT THIS POINT.

kt's momma bear is very wholesome, but this family coddles him waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much.

kusum's being pissy and taking out gussa on khaana.

poor kajal, juhi, and preeti. kisi ko koi idea nahi how to sambhaalofy kusum's ubalta hua gussa. my god, i fear this is beyond the superpowers of sumedh too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

12.09.20

preeti seems to have watched suno chanda and is using the flower petals on the pankha method to apologize/cheer up.

but lemme tell you, no average desi mom is ever gonna appreciate this method. COZ WHO THE FUCK IS GOING TO HAVE TO CLEAN UP THIS MESS HAAAAN?!?!!? EK TOH GUSSE MEIN HOON, UPAR SE MERA KAAM BHI BADHAA DIYA.

omg preeti's playing songs to manaofy herrrrrrrrrr. this is truly the most wonderful love story of this showwwwwwww.

LMAO KUSUM'S FACE.

oh no. kusum is Big Mad.

oh boy, aastha gonna take the brunt of this.

LMAO “ghar waapis chodne ki zaroorat na hai, raaste mein koi peepal ka ped mile toh wahaan thaare ko taang de; wahin pe sookhti rehna!”

kajal is alarmed by this threatttttt.

blah blah blah kt and mom love fest.

oh ho, there's some financial masla between chacha/chachi and kt's parents.

kajal is hellllllllaaaaa cute, i love her the most.

piyu is here to throw thanda paani on everyone's attempts.

why does piyu have SUCHHHHHH gile-shikwe with kusum? why doesn't she get that she's all bluster, but a goddang softieeeee on the inside?!?!!?

preeti be like child, you don't know tf you're talking about.

ok i don't really agree with this way of parenting, but like.... whatever, i get it.

PREETI KNOWS HER BESTIE SOOOOOOOO WELLLLLLLLLLLLLL.

KUSUM HAS PLAYED REVERSE CARD!!!!!!!! WE LOVE THIS FRIENDSHIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE MOST WHOLESOME EVERRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

lmao preeti realllllyyyy making her work for it, i fucking love ittttt.

“kab se apne saheli se baat karne ke liye mere pet mein dard ho raha tha, pata hai??!” “saachi?!?!!?!”

OMFG THE CUTEST.

the way preeti's face truly lights up when she's talking about something she's passionate about, it warms my cold, dead heart.

this sudden cough of kusum's is very fake and suspicious.

saamaan pohunch gaya? oh boy.

I KNOW THAT VOICE THAT'S HUMMING.

THAT'S RANGEELO THAARO BEEND, PREETI.

this incorrigible mannnnnn!!!!!!!!! 

THIS THOPDA LINE MAKES ME WANNA BREAK SOMETHING.

oh no. jhoomar has fallen. please don't let this be an awkward romantic moment.

LMAO KUSUM'S SHEER GLEE AND JUHI'S HORRIFIED FACE.

kusummmmm is sweetesttttt. she convinced juhi too!

hein abhi piyuuuu ko juhiiiiiii se kyaaaaa masla hai!?

this shoddy work doesn't bode well for you, KT.

LOL THAT DUMB MOLE, AND HER FACE AT HIS EXPLANATION. I LOVE HER FACE SOOOOOOOOO MUCH.

KT's like his own walking talking wikipedia page.

lmao, kaam kaisa laga, he asks; standing amid the ruins of this kaam.

“ji buraayi kaisi? itna badhiya baandha tha ki seedha sar pe aa gira. aur kahin nahi gira!” LMAOOOOOOOOOO PREEEEEETI I LOVE YOUR SNARK

thaaari best fraaaand ne bataaya ki tu yahaan milegi, aur kaise?!?

THIS MAN IS A CHILDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.

14.09.20

kt-saa is flashing best puppy eyes while talking about equal division of labour. dunno about preeti, but i'm convinced.

ugh agarwal is gonna be a dodgy client, isn't he?

PREETI YOU TOO SOFTTTTTTT, YOU NEEEEEEED KT TO HANDLE THE CONFRONTATIONAL PARTS.

ok those taars look fucking unsafe as fuckkkkkk.

HE'S LITERALLY A CHILD LOOKING AT  A CHRISTMAS TREE.

kuch bhi kaho, he's a quite a good judge of people. very much like a puppy that way.

lmaooooooooooo preeti walking away while grumbling about how kusum repeated literally everything to him like a totuuuuu.

please tell me the juhi/piyu backstory (and possibly tarun’s involvement) is gonna come out alreadyyyyyyyyyy.

kusum ain't no fool. just tell her already.

OUFF MANHOOS PHONE KO ABHI BAJNA THA.

i feel like i've seen this red kurta that piyu is wearing on shrenu in the ib redux??? something very similar anyway.

anyway, something reallllll shady between juhi/piyu. it's that fucking tarun. i'm sure of it.

KT YOU ARE LIKE A DOG WITH A BONEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

abbe this agarwalllllll.

OH HO PREETI, LISTEN TO KT!!!!!

ooooooh samoseeeeee. i want.

legit my reaction to foood too. excitement and heart eyes and happy wriggles.

ok just coz she knows your preferred condiment to matar ke samose doesn't mean that she knows you enough to go into lakhon-croreon ka business with you.

DUDE I WOULD KILL FOR A SAMOSA RN.

agarwal a fucking fraud. also a rudeasss bitch.

AGARWAL KA, RATI/TARUN KA, CHANDA KA, SAB KA BADLA LEGA RE TERA KTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!

KT-SAA GONNA GARAJ BARAS SAAWAN GHIR AAYO ON THIS FUCKER.

oh preeti, come hereeee. *massive huggg*

kusum holding courttttttttt and all the kids happily giggling at her stories. my heart is warm.

preeti trying to break the baddddd news.

this kt/kusum alliance is bloody amazing. though i can't wait till it's a lil more equal and kusum starts calling kt on his shit occasionally. that's when it'll shift gears into peak comedy.

LMAO WTF HAS KUSUM DONE TO THE ROOOOOOOOOM

damn i really love all the furniture in this room. i'd loveeeeeeee to have these handicraft pieces.

lol kusum last minute mein looking for the cockroach in the back of preeti's blouseeeeeeeeee

preeti ko chodo, kusum itself is gonna fall asleep on her feet.

ugh fuckkkkkk agarwal.

AWWWW YISSSSSSSSSSSSS KT IS HERE TO READ HIM TO FILTH.

kusum and fam showing support with aankhein and smug smiles.

DAMN KT, I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D BE THIS CUTTHROAT. GOTTA SAY, IT'S KINDA HOT.

ugh preeti, you're tooooo fucking nice. kya zaroorat hai ab bhi iska kaam karne kiiiii??? 

PLEASE WELCOME THE NEWEST MEMBER IN THE RANKS OF WARRIORS WHO'LL FIGHT FOR PREETI'S AATMASAMMAAAAAN: KT-SAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

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thank the heavens; preeti has finalllllllyyyyy made the decision.

[clankitsfanfiction]

Don't Let Nora Drink Without Adult Supervision , a Hancock x F!SS  Fanfic

Summary:��Nora gets drunk. Hancock has to deal with

(read this on Archive of Our Own here or below the cut)

Chapter 1

Hancock jumps as the door to Bobbie's place slams shut with a loud bang. He spins around, shotgun out and ready for a fight, but lets out a sigh of relief as Nora steps forward into the light.

Well, more like stumbles forwards into the light.

"Hancock!" She giggles, making her way to him, almost falling down in the process. "Daisy told me you might be here." She smiles at him, and suddenly falls forward, so Hancock lunges and manages to catch her unsteady with his arms.

"Nora? How much did you drink?" Because, yeah, Hancock enjoys getting high and being tipsy, but Nora seems drunk. Dangerously drunk. They were supposed to only stop here to get supplies and sleep on an actual bed for once, before heading out early tomorrow morning. But judging by the state Nora is in, Hancock would be surprised if they managed to get out of Goodneighbor by noon tomorrow. He steadies her upright, but lets one of his hands stay on her shoulder, afraid that if he lets go she'll fall down again.

"Hancock... Your eyes are so pretty." She reaches one of her hands upwards, as if she can take one of his eyeballs and keep it as her own. "Like, how?"

He gently uses her other hand to lower hers before she tries to touch his eyes. "Well, thank you, missy." He says in his raspy voice, as low and as soft as he can manage. Currently, Nora is acting like a little child, and he fears that if he spooks her she'll react like a radstag does if you try to approach it's young. He moves his hand from her shoulder to her back, gently pressing her in the direction of the door. "Nora, why don't we bunker down and-"

"Why are you here?" Nora blurts out, a frown suddenly appearing on her face. "What business could you possibly have in Bobbi's old place?" She pulls her wrist out of Hancock's other hand, which he hadn't noticed was still holding on to her. "There's nothing here for you." She says, suddenly spiteful. "Or..." her voice turns gooey, although he can still hear the anger behind it. "Were you two in looove?" She draws the o out, an obliviously fake grin plastered on her face.

Hancock stops. "As much as I admire a gal with a bit of fight in her, no." He says dryly. As much as he loves Nora (and he's not going to tell her he does, at least not in that way, never in a million years), she seems a bit too drunk for him to handle right now. He presses on her back again, this time with more force, and she obeys, moving obediently towards the door.

"Good." She says, a real smile back on her face, and Hancock has to admit it's cute, no matter how dopey it is. "Because that would really ruin my plans." Hancock freezes, but Nora keeps going, and stumbles back out the door into the outside world.

"Wait. What?" Hancock shakes his head, desperately trying to make sense of what Nora says. He sighs when he hears a thud from behind the door, presumbily because Nora has fallen down. "I'm never letting Nora drink by herself again." He then precedes to walk outside and help Nora up, sighing as she giggles and clutches his coat jacket.

"Hold this." he says dryly to Daisy, before preceding to hand her Nora's hand. Daisy blinks at him.

"Well, I suppose I owe her one for cleaning out the Boston Library for me." She takes Nora's hand, who smiles warmly at Daisy.

"Oh Daisy, you flatter me!" Daisy turns to ask Hancock how this happened, but he's already striding towards the Third Rail, determined to find out how much Nora drunk tonight.

Luckily, the bar is nearly empty, with the only patrons either too high or too drunk to notice their mayor. "Charlie!" Hancock snaps. He's been growing increasingly frustrated with Nora's state. She seems out of it, and he doesn't like that. He needs her here, to ground him, to keep him steady. Not that he's ever steady, of course, but she helps. He needs her a lot more than she knows, and it took long enough for him to figure it out. "How much did Nora drink tonight?"

Whitechapel Charlie's eyes blink at him. "What, you want a whole bloody list, do you? Well, she started out with one or two nuka colas, but then had a couple of beers. I don't know, why? Oh, and by the way, she didn't pay!" He gets progressively more angry as he speaks. "She just wandered on out of here before I could stop her, saying something about needing to woo someone. Decided to let her sleep it off and get my caps tomorrow."

Hancock drags a hand across his rough face. "Put it on my tab." This of course meant everything Nora had had was on the house, and Hancock was sure if Charlie could he would be scowling at him. But Hancock didn't care. Nora's actions were getting increasingly confusing. She had left to 'woo' someone? But apparently she went straight to him. What the hell was going on here? Had someone put her up to this? Or... was the person she was trying to woo Hancock? Was she actually interested in him?

Hancock leaves the bar a lot less angry but a lot more confused.

When he returns to Daisy and Nora, Daisy's keeping Nora entertained by reading to her from a book. Nora's enjoying it rather a lot, and as Hancock grabs her hand to tug her towards the state building, he thinks he sees a fleeting look of disappointment on Daisy's face. It's rare anyone else enjoys stories, let out one from a book. "So, where are you taking her?" Daisy asks, raising an eyebrow as Nora stares up at the night sky in wonder, even though Hancock would say it looks hideous.

"The old state house. I want to keep an eye on her, and since I have a place I might as well use it. I need to talk to her when she wakes up." Hancock pulls Nora in that direction, and although Daisy says a reply, he doesn't hear her.

Fahrenheit asks no questions, just raises an eyebrow and leaves them alone as Hancock sets Nora down on a couch. He grabs a blanket from somewhere and puts it on her, feeling rather like someone taking care of a sick person or a father putting a child to bed. Nora's smiling broadly at him, and although he hasn't liked dealing with this whole fiasco, he has to admit he likes the fact that it all seems to suggest that Nora may or may not like Hancock in a way that's more than just friendly. He smiles as he turns away, thinking maybe some good can come out of this. He's about to walk over to the couch opposite and take some mentats in an attempt to help lure him into sleep, since he's rather confident a drunk Nora won't be able to get up without making a racket. But just as he's sat himself down on the other couch, Nora opens her mouth.

"Hancock, do you love me?" He stiffens, afraid that somehow in her drunk state she's caught on to him. But when he looks at her, she's still smiling, although the rest of her face suggests she's being serious.

"Yeah, I reckon I suppose I do." He's purposely vague about what type of love. "Why do you ask?" He takes off his hat in preparations to sleep, and lets it drop to the floor.

"Well, you see, I love you too, but it would be preeety awkward if I said I was in love with you and you didn't love me back, so I just had to check. I'm glad you feel the same way." And with that, she clonks out, leaving Hancock alone with the realization that she not only said that she loved him, but was in love with him.

Chapter 2

Hancock’s never been in this situation before in his life, and he hopes he’ll never have to be in it again.

It has now been several hours since Nora kind of confessed her love for him, and he only managed to fall asleep by using a crapload of chems. Now he’s awake and luckily Nora is still sleeping, since Hancock fears what will happen when she wakes.

Hancock sits up on the couch and looks at the other one where Nora is sleeping with drool dripping from her mouth and a hand on the thin blanket he put on her last night. Despite his anxiety, Hancock manages a smile and takes a moment to consider the best case scenario; Nora remembers what she said last night and they have a talk about their relationship that ends with them being lovers. Worst case scenario? Nora doesn’t remember anything she said and Hancock never brings it up, so things continue how they are now. Or it all could have been a cruel prank someone at the bar convinced her to do, and honestly? Hancock would prefer the first option.  

Sighing, Hancock stands and walks over to her. Should let her sleep, or wake her up? He’s not what someone is supposed to do in this situation.

Before he can saying anything, Nora murmurs something in her sleep— or maybe not her sleep, because her eyes are slowly drifting open. Quickly taking a couple steps back, Hancock nearly trips over the coffee table in his haste to make sure it doesn’t look like he was creepily standing over Nora, because he wasn’t. Retrieving his hat to don it, Hancock clears his throat loudly.

Blinking a couple times, Nora licks her lips and squints at the ceiling. “Hancock, did I get drunk last night?”

“You sure did, sister.”

“Fuck.” Nora covers her face with her hand and uses the other one to prop herself up. “Did I say anything?”

And there it is. Does she know what she said? Is she aware she seemingly confessed her love to him? If he wanted to, he could say that nothing happened and she most likely would go along with it, thinking he didn’t want to embarrass Nora because, well, she might think he doesn’t love her. But that’s not true , he does love her and he is in love with her— but if she doesn’t remember what she said, or it wasn’t real (and it has to have been real, because Nora wouldn’t be that cruel), how would she react if Hancock brought it up?

He’s been silent for too long, and he can feel Nora staring through the cracks in her fingers. He settles for the neutral option. “You said a lot of things, sister. Hard to tell what you might be referring to.”

She turns away from him, and in that moment Hancock knows she knows.

“I’m sorry.” she whispers. “I didn’t mean to lay— something like that on you. I know you don’t—”

“I don’t what?” His heart’s pounding but Nora’s staring at him in shock from the couch and he finds the courage to take a couple steps closer. “Because believe me, if there’s one thing I know, it’s that I’m definitely in love with Nora Smith.” Her full name feels weird in his mouth, but everything's out in the open, and after last night Hancock has nothing to lose. Her mouth is agape, and it’s a couple seconds before she snaps her jaw shut only to wince in pain.

“Am I still dreaming?” So it’s true.

“I hope not.”

Hancock’s smile is so wide he feels like his teeth might fall out and even though Nora is avoiding his eyes he’s so happy because Nora loves him back. “John, you better be serious.”

“Never been more serious in my life.” She turns to him, and even though there’s heavy bags under her eyes her smile looks genuine and Hancock is amazed that she’s looking at him like that. How could so much change in one night? It’s overwhelming and a little scary, but also brilliant.

But Nora’s still has a hangover, because a couple seconds later she lays back down and groans. “Hancock, you got any cures for a hangover?”

“All I can suggest is a puff of jet. But, uh, you mind if I give you a little something else?”

“What?”

“A kiss.”

He sees her smile and even though her eyes are currently closed, she gestures for him to come over. “Alright, John, if you’ll think it’ll help.”

[soul-heart-and-beyond]

Negaduck Headcanons! (Pt.1)

This is probably the most ambitious that I will get with exploring a character like this. Not only because I really like Negaduck (More than I talk about him. I generally do this with a lot of characters because you guys got your thing, and I don’t want to damage that character for you because of my portrayal or showing you all with my love for them. Yeah, I hold my feelings back, but I have good reason for that.), but because with all of the weird fluidity his story and character has backing it up. 

This isn’t going to be like the definitive version of him, I’m not sure if there will ever be one, but this is just how I see him and want to explore some of the less thought about concepts with him. There’s been stuff about him doing things because of NegaGosalyn or NegaMorgana, but this one’s going to be different. Consider this just a rework to make him more... realistic? (Sounds like a terrible idea since he doesn’t seem to work well with that, but just give me a moment.) At this point, I just want to share or project some things that could work once given good thought and consistency to his background.

I might have to split this into parts like the others since this one’s gonna be preeety long.

The best place to start off is with the concept of the Negaverse in general, which is supposedly everything nearly turned upside down compared to the common universe (I guess Primeverse but it’s hard to say honestly?) we see, the Disney Afternoon universe. Given that, heroes are villains, villains are heroes, ordinary people are grunts or the street trash would actually be good people, or dead, that too. It’s a place where evil or bad prevails over good, and while the good does stay strong, so does the evil that maintains the universe. Maybe it’s a boring concept, but to me at least (Though that doesn’t instantly make it good because I like it.), it allows for more interesting debates on morality, what doing the right thing is, and how should consequences work. It’s a glimpse into a world dominated by bad and the good thing there is to be bad, do bad, instead of being good and to do good like it is over in the regular DA (Disney Afternoon) universe. I wanted to touch upon this with Nega Fenton and eventually other counterparts of the muses I have, but since this whole guy is that concept personified, might as well do it with the one that started the whole mess.

Granted, Negaduck’s first appearance in the show is Just Us Justice Ducks, it kind of just skimmed over who he was an just got to the point of him being a villain, something that can really confuse others as most villains usually have an origin story to them or are already pre-established in the world before the hero does. It does give some mystery as to who he was, but since his origin of becoming Negaduck, of even finding the cake that had a dimensional rift inside of it and allowing for him to traverse from dimension to dimension. However, since there never was an episode to explore that and the comics were close to getting to his origin, it seems like he does have some potential to explore several avenues depending on circumstances. 

It could be like a situation where he lost NegaGosalyn (And while that seems more likely for Darkwarrior Duck to happen and we see she’s alive in Life, The Negaverse, and Everything, you can chalk it up to this being the mallard that was in the Negaverse, not the common verse, he could turn this way, so that’s an option.), or where he loses NegaMorgana like it was going to be seen before the comic got cut (Similar circumstance to NegaGosalyn, but it also wouldn’t feel right given that he doesn’t seem to have an attachment to common universe’s Morgana, while Darkwing felt empathy to NegaGosalyn. Sure, you can say that when Negaduck was trying to get Gosalyn to be his little partner during the latest comic run of Darkwing Duck, the Jailbreak one [Orange is the New Purple?], but that could have been some remnant of Paddywhack, you know, that interdimensional demon that did show interest in her in the show?) 

Anyway, it just doesn’t seem likely for him to lash out at everyone when NegaMorgana dies or disappears, and the same for Gosalyn since in the show he knows she’s alive, and just doesn’t seem to bother with her much anymore. She’s like a gem that’s lost it’s luster, a used up toy, something that he barely comes back to anymore. And if it’s because he lost her due to a custody battle, it wouldn’t make sense since the Friendly Four explain it upfront that he is Gosalyn’s carefaker, her parental figure, her father. Not only that, but he had to have been doing this this for a while since Darkwing Duck was Darkwing for some time before he met Gosalyn. Of course, he was a minor vigilante, but after meeting Gosalyn, Launchpad, Taurus Bulba and his henchmen, he did get more recognition from there on. Given the idea of somewhat polar opposite universes, it would mean that Negaduck was Negaduck before meeting NegaLaunchpad and NegaGosalyn and ultimately his first encounter with NegaTaurus Bulba.

Another point to address is Negaduck’s real name. You can think of his name as just Negaduck or Jim Starling, Jim Sterling, but for me and this rp blog, the OG Negaduck is Drake Mallard. For everyone else in the Negaverse to go by the same name and respond to that name like their common universe counterpart, and for Negaduck to be the exception? Doesn’t really make sense, and given how he is an evil Darkwing Duck, it only makes sense for him to be Drake Mallard. There have been other series and franchises to do this sort of thing where the character would actually be different like Owlman to Batman from DC Comics. Owlman from Earth 3 isn’t Bruce Wayne, and some characters like Superwoman of Earth 3 is actually Lois Lane. It works there but that’s because it fits that franchise. To fit Disney’s, Negaduck would most likely be Drake Mallard. 

Given that, it is safe to say that his life obviously is not like Darkwing Duck Drake’s as his whole universe is built around the concept of being bad is actually good. So his experiences with his childhood of him being bullied, clowned on, getting wrecked in high school for the first half of it were out of him just being overall bad at being bad. He did some nice things here and there, got punished or bullied for it, and still somewhat had want to do it again. Though over time, and especially around his junior year of high school, the general consensus or the norm of being bad finally clicked. He’d done it before several times, yes. It was what he was being taught at school, besides other useful things that would be needed later on in life. Pretty much, he snapped after being ridiculed for his soft personality, and out of defiance, was willing to kill everyone there. He didn’t get to take out everyone, but he did for the first time fully embrace how good it was to be terrible, to kill, the satisfaction of getting what he wanted or most of it. That day, he was forever changed, and ready to create some mass carnage and despair for his own personal enjoyment.

Knowing that his little prototype outfit for the event where he was ridiculed from wasn’t exactly going to make him look menacing, he sketched up some drafts as to what he would really want for himself to be seen as. Some had overly large fedoras, others had torn clothing, and some had on so much black, belts, and zippers that it just seemed too silly. Eventually, he would come out with his well known attire, and also acquired some orange-scarlet contact lenses to complete his change from Drake Mallard, the one cerulean-eyed wimp that couldn’t do much and was seen as a nobody by society. Instead, he was going to be remembered, he was going to feared, and he was going to be the one thing people worry about most. After all, being remembered was the only thing of value in life, and those that were remembered were the nasty, vile, ruthless, terrible, and just plain malevolent people. They were great because they brought forth a force of fear and anxiety with them, and he was going to be the next one.

After that, Negaduck would out in the streets of St. Canard, terrorizing the people, stealing money and valuables away from banks, stores, and factories, all of the while trying not to get on the radar of some of the superheroes that would clearly want to stop a low level villain like him. After all, he had no powers, was considered barely above a common grunt, but that was to give them a false sense of security. Whenever he wasn’t constantly planning his heists, having “fun” with the civilians, or just doing evil, despicable stuff just for the fun of it, the thrill it gave him, he was furthering him study of different martial arts, techniques, and overall strategies. Sure, the opponents he managed to rack in against their own free will weren’t nothing much but living body bags for him to test out his moves on and not much else, but whatever he could memorize, the real test would come when he was out in the field. With that, he gained some more firepower and artillery so he could slowly increase his status to the well known criminal overworld. 

It wasn’t too long that his face became somewhat well know around St. Canard, and by this point, he was bathing in that recognition, that glory, of being noticed as a menace to society. Of course, he’d have to scram whenever some of the hero chumps like Megawatt (Mega Megavolt) and Harlequin ( Nega Quackerjack), but he was doing better, getting better at being such a blight on the planet. Though his feats before meeting a certain girl and guy on a fated day were small, they were elevated to new heights afterwards. On another casual routine of giving the police a hard time, he saw some goons trying to take some sweet looking young duckling. She just looked so perfect in the sense of the ways on how he could ruin her day, make her cry, the works, and with that in mind, he went and fetched her from those men, but not before dusting off his knuckles on them. Yet he could feel something unusual about this girl as she seemed to appreciate him “saving” her from the strangers. Whatever they planned to do with her wasn’t going ot be nearly as bad as what he had, but she seemed to be somewhat thrilled at how cool and badass he was taking those guys out. It was... kind of charming to see someone actually compliment him out of genuine interest instead of fear.

While driving the young girl back to his home on his customized motorcycle, he wondered if he should indulge himself by keeping this little one around, to show them the ropes, and eventually see them become about as bad as he was? No one was going to be worse than him, but he was fine with them being second place onward. He was only worthy of number one. But as he continued to think about it, it started to seem like he was getting soft. Some of those small traces of Drake Mallard were trying to crawl their way out of what he was, and he couldn’t let that happen. He was no longer that person and definitely didn’t want to be associated with that name. It was by now the girl had asked him his name, and he responded with only, “Negaduck.”. After all, she didn’t need to know much else about him, and certainly nothing of his past life. Once arriving at his home, he let her off of his vehicle and they entered the house and took a break from all of the action that waited outside. Negaduck then decided to ask this girl for her name in return, and learning that it was Gosalyn, he kept that in mind so he could call her by that name. 

For a while they talked about different subjects, like what the other was going to do, and for Negaduck his case was simple, just continue destroying and tearing stuff up, while Gosalyn, she seemed to not really have a set goal in life or after their meeting. This came as a good opportunity for him to propose making her his protege so she could actually get on by in the world, though she’d probably have to ditch the cutesy looking garments she had on. He was astounded to see how quickly she accepted, though it seemed to have been influenced by her not having any parents or adult figures to take care of her. It did tick him off with the potential idea that she might be just putting up with what she could get at the moment, but given how her innocence seemed, it could be that she was just relieved to have someone to take care of her. He’d file in some adoption papers in the morning, but he’d have to know what orphanage she was from. With some more talk to continue on that note, he got the answer he was looking for, and a little more, some information about someone trying to take her, but for what reason? She thought the guys that he knocked out earlier had something to do with this person, and it seemed like a time slot just opened up on his schedule to go ruin this person’s day, or perhaps their life. 

Now that he had some time to relax and get a better understanding of what happened to Gosalyn, Negaduck took her along with him since she would know who he was talking about. Zooming through the streets and past the other vehicles that were in the way, the villain was still assessing himself. Why was he doing all of this besides pleasure? It’s not like the guy Gosalyn knew was going to get him any more famous, but he was wrong, as there were some of the same guys he let live and more on motorcycles with guns, ready to fire and probably willing to kill too. Now this was some action he’d been waiting for, the cops wouldn’t give him this type of attention. Drifting a bit and holding his fedora with one hand to make sure it wouldn’t blow off of his head, Drake grinned out of excitement as he continued to drive, but now he could get some better information out of these goons. Pulling off some close quarters saves and near fatal stunts, the two were able to make it out of the chase with one or two fellas still in pursuit. That was good. It meant his competition would be rough.

(End of Part 1!)

[doomlover21]

Widojest Week Day 4

Here's my fic for day 4: fairy tale. This fairy tale was strangely always one I was fascinated by as a kid. This fic also kind of got away from me and ran off in a completely different direction, but I like the way it turned out. Enjoy Fairytale Memories!

“Did your parents ever read you stories when you were little?” she asked. Her companion looked up from the book he was reading to turn his gaze at her. Not that he could really see her that well. The dim light from his rag covered dancing light ball could only illuminate so far.

“Ja, meine mutter and occasionally meine vater vould read to me.”

“I bet you know all sorts of good Zemnian fairy tales then,” the blue-skinned tiefling said. He nodded.

“I know a few.” He went right back to his book as if to say that the conversation was over, but the persistent girl would not relent.

“Like what?” she asked. She was genuinely curious as to what a Zemnian fairy tale would be like. Sure she had heard her own fairy tales of grand palaces and faraway princes and princesses being rescued from high-towers and dragons, but she was equally sure that a Zemnian tale would definitely be different.

“Vell,” he answered as he closed his book. He spun around in the dirt so that he was facing her and she mimicked the gesture.

“Zere vas zee story of zee children of Hamelin who vere lured by a piper and his magical music. Zen zere vas zee story of a king who captured a fair maiden and told her she vas to spin straw into gold,” he told her.

“Straw into gold? That sounds like it'd be a lot of hard work,” she commented. He let out a chuckle.

“It is actually quite impossible. But zankfully she had help from a magical imp zat she made a deal vith. He vould spin zee straw into gold and she vould gife up somesink in return.”

“Like what?” Her eyes were alight with awe and delight, and Caleb wondered if she had ever heard this story before. It was certainly one his father enjoyed telling him, and one he enjoyed because of it.

“Vell zee first sink she vas to gife him vas her necklace, zee second vas her ring. By zee zird day zee king vas eager to marry her and told her zat if she vere to spin zis room’s straw into gold zat zey vould be ved. If she could not she vould be executed.” He couldn’t help the smile teasing at his lips despite the horrible implications of his story so far.

“Oh noes! Poor girl!” Jester gasped. She placed both of her hands over her open mouth in shock. She was truly getting enraptured in this story, and for his part, Caleb was enjoying telling it to her if only to see her reaction to the story beats. She was the perfect listener, and he couldn’t be happier. He wondered momentarily if this was how his parents had felt when they were telling him stories when he was a boy. A smile crossed his lips for the briefest of moments as a flood of fondness and sadness washed over him at the same time.

“Zee imp agreed to spin zee straw into gold zis vone last time, and she told him zat she had nosink left vith vhich to gife him.”

“Oh no! What did she do?”

“He told her zat he vould do his little trick if only she vould gife him her firstborn child,” he explained.

“Oh no, her firstborn! You know I never understood why a lot, well maybe not a lot a lot, but like a lot of stories threaten to kill or like hurt someone's firstborn. But why?” He chuckled.

“I'm not sure, Jester,” he said with a shrug. He didn’t continue with his story straight away and she shifted impatiently.

“Come on, go on with the story. What happened to the girl and to her firstborn? Did she accept his deal?” she begged. He chuckled again. He was doing that an awful lot tonight. She was so eager to know the rest of the story, and he couldn’t be happier to hold all the cards. He could change the story if he so chose, and she would be none the wiser. Not that he would do that, but the idea did run its course through his mind.

“Zee fair maiden did in fact take zee deal vith zee strange little imp. So zis imp used his magic and spun zee straw into gold. And zee king saw zis and vas immediately happy. Zey vere married zee next day. Seferal monzs later zee girl became pregnant and gafe birth to a healzy child.”

“Did the imp come back?”

“Ja. He did, and he demanded zee child from her. She refused and instead offered him all zee wealth in zee kingdom, vhich he did not vant. Zey argued for a vhile before comink to anozer agreement. If she could guess his name correctly vithin zree days time he vould rescind his original deal and she could keep her child. Zee first day he came to her and she guessed a name, and he shook his head. ‘Zat’s not my name. You hafe two more days,’ he told her. He came back zee next day and again she guessed a name. And again she vas vrong. She vas losink hope zat she vould efer figure out zee imp’s name. She vas so upset zat she vould be losink her child zat she took a valk zhrough zee voods. She kept vanderink for hours until she finally came upon a remote mountain cottage,” he paused here to take a breath. Jester was staring at him in rapt attention. Her hands rested on her chin and her tail was twitching in anticipation. Anyone who knew Caleb knew that he hated being the center of attention, but now having Jester’s full attention didn’t bother him as much as it normally would.

“She also saw a fire burnink. She crept to zee fire and saw zee imp dancink and singink around it. He sang, ‘Tonight, tonight, my plans I make. Tomorrow, tomorrow, zee baby I take. Zee queen vill nefer vin zee game. For Rumpelstilzchen is my name.’ Zee queen snuck back zee vay she came. She vould be ready for zee little imp vhen he came zee next day. So he came to her zee follovink day, and she pretended to not know vat his name vas for a moment or two before finally refealink zat she knew his name to be Rumpelstilzchen.”

“I bet he was preeety mad about that,” Jester said.

“Ja, he vas. He lost his temper and accused her of cheatink, vhich she denied. Vith her tellink him his name zeir bargain from earlier vas broken and zee little imp stormed off in anger, nefer to be seen again. And zat’s zee end of zee story,” he told her. A round of enthusiastic applause sounded from all around him. He cried out a curse in Zemnian in alarm. With himself so focused on telling the story and on staring at Jester, he hadn’t noticed his party’s members had all woken up to listen to his story. Beau’s laughter was what clued him in on that little fact.

“That was a mighty fine bit of story telling there, Caleb,” Fjord complimented.

“Yeah, it was nice,” Caduceus added.

“We should do this more often,” Nott suggested.

“What? Tell stories to each other?” Beau asked. She nodded.

“Yeah. Why not?”

“Don’t know,” Beau said with a shrug.

“Well, I liked the story,” Yasha said shyly. Jester nodded eagerly in agreement.

“Ja, me too!” she was only too happy to add. She grinned broadly at him.

“And the storytelling was really good too!” she added with a wink. Caleb was truly a brilliant shade of vermillion now. He didn’t want the others to know that it wasn’t just because of his shame at having his secret storytelling be found out.

“Well, let’s get on the road again! Daylight’s wasting,” Beau commanded as she stretched her arms to the sky. As her words, the rest of the Nein scattered and went about their own preparations for the day. It was then that he realized that his ever present dome had long disappeared and that the sun had already risen. How was it that his keen mind neglected to remind him of the time when he was telling his story? He had a few ideas as to why, but the most prominent one buzzing in his skull was the presence of the blue skinned tiefling still hovering next to him.

“Did you need somesink, Jester?” he asked.

“No. I just wanted to say that I really enjoyed your story, Cayleb. It was really nice, and I especially liked hearing you tell it. I’ve always liked your accent,” she whispered shyly. A flush appeared on both their faces simultaneously.

“I like your accent as vell, Jester. I alvays hafe,” he confessed. She smiled and he smiled back.

“I hope we can do this again soon. It was really fun,” she admitted. He nodded. She came up beside him and leaned down to place a gentle peck onto his cheek. His cheeks only turned a deeper shade of crimson as he shyly smiled at her. She helped him to his feet and the two parted ways with a final smile.