#otp: daisy. of course

[king-lena]

watermour + text post meme (part 38) // inspiration credit to @watermourdivorce and their top tier watermour coded reblogs

[daniclaytcn]

Tumblr Fandom: A Year in Review 2023

i was tagged by @mistmarauder, thank you!!

Top Five Blorbos:

Eddie Diaz (9-1-1)

Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things)

Nancy Drew (Nancy Drew)

Alex Claremont-Diaz (Red, White & Royal Blue)

Lucy Preston (Timeless)

Top Five Fandoms:

9-1-1

Red, White & Royal Blue

Stranger Things

The Haunting Anthology

Nancy Drew

Top Five OTPs:

Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1)

Lucy Chen/Tim Bradford (The Rookie)

Nancy Drew/Ace (Nancy Drew)

Lucy Preston/Garcia Flynn (Timeless)

Dani Clayton/Jamie Taylor (The Haunting of Bly Manor)

Shoutout to Some New Friends:

@eddiediaaz we've been mutuals since last year but i feel like we talked a lot more this year, so i'm very grateful for that ❤ @poughkeepsies is one of my dearest mutuals on here and i love you and all your takes <33 and also @ice-sculptures i've adored following you over this year!

Shoutout to Some Old Friends:

all of my love to the one and only @tawaifeddiediaz, i don't know where i'd be without her to rant and get emotional over our blorbos with and she's just such a wholesome soul!! and of course, @bieddiediaz and @oneawkwardcookie, the besties, i love you guys so so much ❤❤

Favorite Creation You Posted This Year:

i'm very proud of my fic, but i can see all along, love (it was you all the way down) <3

Favorite Creation Posted by Someone Else This Year:

oh gosh this is SUCH a difficult question because there are so many amazing creations from this insanely talented fandom—but i'd have to go with @eddiediaaz's speak now gifset it was so incredible!

People Who Brightened Your Year:

too many people to count—@buck2eddie @lover-of-mine @jeeyuns @diazass @kitkatpancakestack @bieddiediaz @tawaifeddiediaz and so many others i'm probably forgetting!

Anyone Else You'd Like to Mention:

there are just too many people to mention—every single one of my mutuals on here, and all the kind people who've sent me lovely messages (anonymous or not) and all the people who continue to follow me!!

Five of Your Favorite Authors This Year:

elless continues to be an all-time favourite, they have some of the most beautiful fics in the fandom ❤❤

@tawaifeddiediaz is the most talented person ever ily 😘

@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels is another favourite!! your halloween fics were SUCH a treat and i'm sitll working my way through them!!

@cal-daisies-and-briars has fics with some of the most intriguing concept and is honestly a powerhouse—it seems like you're posting fic all the time!

@bvckandeddie i recently discovered your fics and they're just *chefs kiss* so delightful!!

Five of Your Favorite Artists/Gifmakers/Podficcers/Etc. This Year:

no list about gifmakers is complete without @eddiediaaz who is so talented and creative it makes me wanna cry (with joy!)

@padme-amidala while i don't follow most of the media you post gifs for, your work is so stunning and i'm so obsessed!!

@stationoneeighteen i love love all of your gifs especially the ones that focus on the firefam, they're so good ❤❤

@buckleys-diaz alie you haven't been around for a while (and i hope you're doing well!) but you've always been one of the most talented gifmakers in this fandom and i've always looked up to you <3

@roseapothecary your gifs are so so gorgeous and i've adored all of your rwrb sets!! they're so pretty and creative!!

Three Things You're Looking Forward to in 2024:

the new season of 9-1-1 and also the PJO tv series!!

Tagging:

tagging everyone who's already been mentioned in this post <33

[princesssarisa]

Sarah Sanderson for the character ask

Favorite thing about them: How funny she is, and the way she blends ditziness, flirtatiousness, and childlike innocence with truly dangerous magical power, via her siren song that lures children to their doom.

Least favorite thing about them: Well, underneath her ditziness and humor, she is a wicked witch who hypnotizes children and then sucks out their life force to maintain her youth and beauty. Also, in her blend of a childlike mind with an adult sex drive, she makes disturbing remarks about wanting to "play with" teenage boys.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I'm fun-loving.

*I like to sing.

*I sometimes compulsively repeat words (though not out loud unless I'm alone).

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I'm not blonde.

*I don't have any sisters.

*I'm not a witch.

Favorite line:

When her youth is restored from consuming Emily Binx's life force:

"I am beautiful! Boys will love me!"

When the villagers storm the cottage, and her sisters claim to be "just three kindly spinsters spending a quiet evening at home":

"Sucking the lives out of little children."

And of course her iconic response to hearing Winifred say "run amok":

"Amuck! Amuck! Amuck! Amuck! Amuck! Amuck!"

brOTP: Her sisters Winifred and Mary, even though Winifred tends to abuse her.

OTP: None, though her answer would probably be "as many as possible."

nOTP: Max Dennison or Thackery Binx.

Random headcanon: She's on the autism spectrum, although being from the 17th century, she wouldn't know it. To be clear, I don't imagine this because she's "dumb," but because of her habit of repeating words over and over again. It's called echolalia.

Unpopular opinion: I don't care for the fact that Mickey's Boo to You Halloween Parade at Walt Disney World now has Minnie Mouse, Clarabelle Cow, and Daisy Duck dressed as the Sanderson sisters. If it had been just for 2023 to celebrate the movie's 30th anniversary, that would have been fine, but apparently it's a permanent change. It might lead little kids to watch the movie – which is really for ages 10 or 11 and up – and be scared by it, and/or learn certain words and concepts that their parents don't want them to know yet. That said, Daisy is well cast as Sarah.

Song I associate with them:

"Come, Little Children"

Favorite picture of them:

[accidental-spice]

Agents of Shield for the fandom ask game!

Oh, sweet!!!!

Send me a fandom and I'll tell you...

The first character I ever fell in love with: probably May or Skye!

A character that I used to love/like, but now do not: *looks directly into the camera like I'm on The Office*

A ship that I used to love/like, but now do not: Skyeward. Ahhhh, for the good old days.... or something

My ultimate favorite character™: May, of course!!! She's AWESOME

Prettiest character: maybe Daisy? Wait. No. Sousa

My most hated character: you'd think it'd be Ward, because he sucks. And he's up there. But I think I'll go with AIDA

My OTP: Philinda my darlings. Also Dousy

My NOTP: Fitz and AIDA, naturally!

Favorite episode: As I Have Always Been kinda lives rent free. Also, FZZT is SO good. Ooooh, and I really love the season two finale

Saddest death: ohhhhhh gosh. Either Tripp or Coulson

Favorite season: Probably three or seven

Least favorite season: six

Character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but I hate: I have no idea🤣

My ‘you’re a piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: Lance Hunter!! I love him and yet I freely admit he's a trainwreck

My ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: Fitzsimmons. If I had to choose one, I'd say Fitz

My ‘they’re kind of cute, and I lowkey ship them, but I'm not too invested’ ship: honestly? Probably also Fitzsimmons. Don't get me wrong, they're really cute, they're just not my personal favorites!!!

Thanks for the ask!!!

[ducklooney]

Duck Avenger (Paperinik) and Double Duck - Kay K and Lyla Lay meet Donald's family - Duckvember - Agent, Adventurous and Curious Duck (Ducks)

I haven't drawn Duck Avenger and Double Duck for a long time, and I will be doing more of this in the future. Of course, it's not the first time I've drawn them together, you can check out my previous drawing from almost two years ago: https://ducklooney.tumblr.com/post/672690086039715840/duck-avenger-paperinik-pk-and-double-duck-pk

I certainly drew as a redraw from the genius artist Paolo Mottura who drew as a poster for the Pk Timecrime DD comic from 2016 which was a great crossover of Double Duck (secret super spy Donald working for The Agency) and Duck Avenger (PKNA version, again Donald as a superhero) where they fight against The Organization and criminals. Yes, this comic besides being drawn by Paolo Mottura, this comic was written by Francesco Artibani. Yes, Lyla Lay (journalist and android who comes from the future and works for the Time Police against The Organization) and Kay K (Arianne Konnery, that is, Arianna Adelaide and a well-known partner of Double Duck and works for The Agency) meet together. By the way, I recommend reading this comic as it's great, especially if you're a fan of Duck Avenger and Double Duck.

Yes, the first drawing is a redraw from the poster I mentioned, where they are fighting to protect Duckburg from the villains (although my background is not very good for me unfortunately, sorry). The second drawing is the meeting of Kay K and Lyla Lay, who are Donald's partners with Donald's family, primarily his nephews, Huey, Dewey and Louie. Yes, I love when they are Donald's love partners (sorry Daisy), since they act together, and understand him a lot, even though Donald doesn't reveal his secret identities to them. Yes, I drew more in the Quack Pack version (and it's also part of my Quack Pack AU), since I think the dynamics and action, as well as some extreme conditions and adventures from the Italian comics are almost Quack Pack, with Quack Pack being more comedy. Yes, there's also Daisy Duck, who is definitely mad at Donald for bringing those beautiful ladies to their house. Yeah, as good as the Quack Pack version of Daisy is, she somehow can't get the jealousy out of her, it's still typical Daisy that she doesn't like competition, but she'd definitely be on great terms with them, especially Lyla, since they're both reporters. And as for HDL, I think they would get along great and go on adventures with them, with Huey going with Kay and Donald, and Dewey and Louie with Lyla Lay and Donald.

I hope you like these drawings and these ideas and feel free to like and reblog, but don't use these ideas without my permission and my mention. And don't put in the SHIP tag as far as between Donald's nephews and Kay and Lyla, since they are still children, despite being teenagers, and Kay and Lyla are adults. You can SHIP (OTP) between Donald and Kay as well as between Donald and Lyla, since they are definitely related. Thank you!

[sandushengshou]

Every month of 2023 ✨

tagged by @junsfangs to link my favorite or/and most popular creations from each month of 2023 & then tag some ccs! xoxo

January most popular:  this amazing pushing daisies quote my favorite: wen siblings exchange gif i did for a mxtxnet event (i love them, but i hadn't giffed them together before this, so it was nice having the opportunity. and i like how it came out)

February most popular:  gomez & morticia addams set (the original otp) my favorite: xiao zhan showing off his titties (because, well...i'm a slut)

March most popular: wei wuxian + text posts  my favorite: yunmeng trio as demonic cultivators (chongzi gave me evil jc so i had to. i also wanted an au where yanli wields zidian)

April most popular:  barbie jiang cheng (i bet jc antis reblogged it because they had to admit they hate him because he's better than their favs) my favorite: twin heroes of yunmeng as demonic cultivators (i just love this au)

May most popular:  lan wangji + text posts my favorite: barbie wei wuxian (i had more plans for the dress up game part, but not the skills. i still had fun with it!)

June most popular:  wei wuxian + text posts my favorite:  sorry and thank you between wwx and jc (because i love angst)

July most popular:  my fav ghibli films my favorite: same one! i rarely make colorful sets and animated films are good for that

August most popular:  lan wangji + text posts my favorite: birthday gift i made for kareena. wen kexing in red (i wanted something red and slutty because kareena likes the color and because being slutty is a big part of who she is so..)

September most popular:  another moriticia and gomez addams set my favorite: jiang cheng missing wei wuxian (angst!)

October most popular:  addams family values set my favorite: all jiang cheng smiles (because it makes me T_T to see them)

November most popular:  hua 'this ring made from my ashes that is basically the only thing that can destroy me isn't anything valuable' cheng my favorite: birthday gift i made for pat -> love and redemption set - sifeng and xuanji's ten lifetimes (this was hard because there are a lot of xiao zhan titties during this month but i was strong, i looked away from them, and i had to go with this one. for the meaning behind it and also because it came out pretty)

December most popular:  twin heroes of yunmeng + text posts my favorite: another angsy twin heroes of yunmeng set (i love angst and i love them. i love putting together these two things i love)

tagging: @madeline-kahn @highwarlockkareena @eohachu @chinzhilla @yilinglaozu @jiaoliqiao @simonghostrileys sorry if you were already tagged! and no pressure to do it of course!

[uncontrol-freak]

Daud or Doomguy or both👀

Oh Void I love how you put these two in the same ask lmao. I'm not a coward so I'm doing both.

Daud

How I feel about this character

Is it odd to say that I've gone through the entire washing machine cycle and ended up liking him?? Honestly I didn't care about Daud much after the first game BUT after playing all of the series I grew liking him. He's horrible but no hope is lost. Also I really enjoy listening to him.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

By the Void, I'll be damned if I don't say Martin. You made me appreciate this ship and oh Void I wish you did it earlier. I have a soft spot for daudsider :^) and yeah Corvo mention but I rarely go there.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

BILLIE OF COURSE. period

My unpopular opinion about this character

Unpopular opinion: he forgot to take his meds hence why he forgot his development in first game dlcs and went "Let's kill the Outsider" mode. /j

But seriously I don't have unpopular opinions on him, I think every shit I can think of is quite common.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I kinda wish he met Outsider in person (in flesh?) after he freed him. Would like to know how awkward that can get hehehehehehe

Doomguy

How I feel about this character

Aakshabajdkskags I love him. Genuinely. He goes through horrors on a daily basis and yet he's still going and getting the job done, without fear of getting his hands dirty. I aspire to such level of motivation (?)

All the people I ship romantically with this character

(Obligatory 99 archviles joke)

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Let's admit that the only true non-romantic pairing for Doomguy is Daisy. I'll die on this hill. There are memes about Isabelle and while it's wholesome shit, I'm not a big fan of crossovers.

My unpopular opinion about this character

Honestly he doesn't need to show off his six pack (but honestly I'm glad he does).

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon

Make that damned archvile resurrect Daisy :/

[1jemmagirl22]

Hello friends, in honor of the 3 year anniversary of these precious souls getting their happily ever after and us as a fandom collectively screaming

I've decided to share some FS head cannons as a both an ode to my ultimate OTP, and something to slowly ease my way back into Tumblr chaos posts, because and I'm sorry mutuals, I've been in some unhinged pits these past few months as so enamored I forgot to share it with you.

So, with our further ado, Jemma's ultimate Fitzsimmons head cannons! The best 3 for 3 Fitzsimmons endgame celebrated years!

Fitzsimmons now own a castle they bought with Deke's billions, oh right, they also have Deke's billions because fuck you I said so. If you are wondering where this will be, well Perthshire of course, and if you're wondering, is there a castle in Perthshire Scotland? Well yes, yes there are. Many, I've been to three and stayed at a hotel in the fourth, Perthshire is a county of castles, and Fitzsimmons will own one for their children.

That brings me to head cannon two, yes they have more than just our pride and joy the princess of all love and happiness, Alya names-after-the-star-she-was-born-in Fitzsimmons herself. I like to think Fitzsimmons have two more children, a son and a second daughter. The son will be named Lincoln Deke Fitzsimmons (Let's not dwell on naming the grandchild's uncle after the grandchild). And the daughter will be names Sky Melinda Fitzsimmons. Oh and Alya's full name is Alya Daisy Fitzsimmons, yes they name both heir daughters after Daisy, no it's not too much. And also, yes the children will have the last name Fitzsimmons, and every fucking member of the team, will gush over it every time they visit.

Now finally, for the third and most chaotic head cannon. Fitzsimmons are chaotic visiting faculty at the New SHIELD Academy. That's right these darlings teach the bright young future of SHIELD, and they do it Fitzsimmons style with unhinged story time, impromptu visits from Bobbi and Hunter, and of course, their genius children popping from time to time to show up the twenty something PHD graduates, because yes, I swear Alya at six could probably stare down Tony Stark in a mental battle and tie (I have some limits). This teaching style is extremely popular and the entire SHIELD Academy loves them.

There we have it folks my three favorite Fitzsimmons head cannons in honor of the 3 year anniversary of our internal joy as Fitzsimmons shippers. Have fun celebrating this glorious day my lovely fellow Fitzsimmons worshippers!

[1-upboys]

So I know you are busy with your "Parrotfish" comic but when are you gonna update the "Written in the Stars" comic? (No rush of course. I just wanna know because Luigi x Daisy is my OTP.)

Actually, I want to continue working on "Written in the Stars" on the weekend. 😁

You guys don't even know the rollercoaster ride of this story, ooof

[ryutarotakedown]

magnus archives! for the ask game

[ask game link] YAYYYYYYYYY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK this got horrifically long so under the cut!

Favorite character: i’d love to say basira but it’s probably melanie. or martin. oh little moth…

Least Favorite character: uhhhh i love all the characters as *characters* but i love to hate elias of course. what a fucking creep they did such a wonderful job with him. 106 and 117 live in my brain constantly & forever

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): FIVE? THERE AREN’T ENOUGH IN HERE FOR FIVE but it’d be what the girlfriends, jonmartin, daisira, basira/melanie, and. hm. hmmm. gertrudeagnes

— oh crap wait i keep forgetting platonic relationships are ships too, okay okay add jon & basira and jon & melanie and jon & georgie in there. not in any particular order but still

Character I find most attractive: im not even attracted to women but. daisy. i didn’t understand the fan reaction until i listened to her voice for the first time (i consumed this podcast almost entirely through transcripts) and went Oh I Get It Now

Character I would marry: georgie easily

Character I would be best friends with: jon or melanie because i love befriending haters you are all so fun

A random thought: i miss them so much. i kept expecting the transcripts to switch to “archive” for jon at some point but they never did which is probably for the best for accessibility reasons but can you imagine. i miss them so much. basira is funnier than people give her credit for. georgie is less funny than people give her credit for and i appreciate her so much for it (don’t be a Stranger!). i miss them so much

An unpopular opinion: hey did you know basira hussain is in the third most episodes total and actually has the second most scenes with jon (she had The Most, period, before martin dethroned her in s5)? did you know? anyway she should be in more stuff and i love her deeply. i also don’t think she actually had double standards for jon versus daisy per se, i think her problem was thinking that guilty people deserve punishment and therefore that daisy’s victims (criminals) were fine while jon’s victims (random people off the street) were not

— this is also why she stops daisy from killing jon in 091, because she’d met him before, he was a human being who cracked jokes, he *couldn’t* be guilty; rather than because killing people is bad

— i also think she knew deep down she was wrong for this considering how she says in the unknowing: i don’t want to hurt you. i don’t want to hurt anyone. and then in s5: of course i care! …that’s the problem

— she had to force down her compassion in order to function well as a police officer and forced herself to believe that it was the right thing to arrest people who did bad things

— reader she was incorrect

— have i mentioned i love her

My canon OTP: jonmartin and what the girlfriends

Non-canon OTP: you cannot tell me basira and melanie didn’t have something going on while jon was in his coma you simply can’t

— melanie was strong and violent and necessary and basira needed someone strong to rely on after daisy even though she could see how miserable melanie was. basira stuffed down all her emotions and became a stone figure and melanie feeling herself being overtaken by rage both aspired to that and hated her for it. they are anchors for each other but false because their usual anchors (daisy, georgie) aren’t here or wouldn’t get it. do you understand.

Most badass character: the admiral

Pairing I am not a fan of: sorry to jon.elias fans i do understand that exploring the Power Dynamics could be fun but i genuinely cannot see any romance in there whatsoever. can’t jon just hate a man in peace

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): hmmmmmmm. not anyone in particular? i think basira’s s5 arc was kind of rushed but i’m not super mad about it. also obviously the racist stereotypes in there (the haans. i mean the haans) but in terms of main cast i can’t think of anyone

Favourite friendship: tim & sasha because i haven’t mentioned them anywhere in this ask and that is a travesty. they’re fun i hope they are kayaking happily together somewhere

[kidstemplatte]

Hii, hope I'm not too late to get a match-up !!

1- I'm genderqueer AFAB and use any pronouns, but I prefer feminine adjectives/descriptives. Idk how to explain, gender is confusing lmao

2- 4w5 INFJ

3- Besides my hyperfixation on Ghost, I have a special interest in satanism and the history of the devil at large, as well as LGBT+ erotica (esp when it explores religious themes). I also love art very much (both making it and learning about it) drawing, writing, photography, stamp carving, performance... everything !! but my faves would be Klimt and Gustave Doré

4- I don't really have specific pet peeves, I just don't feel at ease with people sometimes, esp when they're loud and intrude my personal space without consent, idk might be the autism though.

5- I'm a short bitch (164cm/5'4"), midsize, dark blueish-green eyes, light brown short hair (growing out my buzz cut yay) and I'd say I dress like a mix of goth and a philosophy professor, because inverted crosses and ugly ties go very well together I think

Anyways, before I dip I just wanna say that I loveee your writing, it always comforts me when I'm back from another exhausting day of art school lmao (esp daisy chains, hurt/comfort is literally my fav trope with found family being close second)

Take care <3

matchmaking event #3

thank you so much for your request!!! and i'm so glad i can be even a smidge of comfort in your life!

your match is...

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Secondo!!!

- you two are the unexpected pairing everyone LIVES for

-you’re so different from him but it’s exactly what he needs, you bring him back to earth

-but at the same time, you have more in common than you think

-secondo completely understands the need for personal space and will respect that 100%

-except when you have an art project.he always wants to see your projects. will pester you until you show him and then let you return to your work.

-he's a fun and entertaining guy however isn't too loud at all and won't overwhelm you

-will also take control of a room in an instant if you're overwhelmed in a crowd, without letting people know it's for your sake because he doesn't want you to feel embarrassed. plus he likes the power trip haha.

-thinks it’s adorable that you’re short especially since he’s tall haha. iconic short + tall duo.

-secondo loves how smart you are, really appreciates your knowledge

-he's a fuckboy for sure but you are someone who he is deeply infatuated with and stays committed to.

-he loves having someone to have deep conversations with. lgbt erotica? that's such a cool niche interest, genuinely. and of course, satanism. he could talk about that forever.

-he’s also an art connoisseur himself so he LOVES your interest in art

-i HC secondo likes to paint so you two have painting dates teehee.

-he fucking loves your style, when he first saw you, he was honestly shocked, like, ??who is this mysterious person?? you stand out from the crowd and thats what drew him to you.

-STAMP MAKING??? that is so cool! secondo suddenly writes 10x more letters than he ever has because he loves your talent and putting it to use.

-also since you're growing your hair out he will make a lot of bald jokes about himself. that means a lot because he takes himself a little too seriously sometimes haha.

-y'all are my OTP tbh.

I HOPE YOU HAD FUN READING!!! <3

(and keep up the amazing work at art school, that's no easy task, you got this!!!)

[meerkatp]

These are specifically DT17 but

・ Huey is Transfem (not sure if they're Agender or a binary girl but neither is she). She first comes out to Della, and after TLA finding out Scrooge is Trans (Webby being his clone unfortunately kindof outed him to them) Huey decides to come out. (Uses she/they pronouns btw)

・ Dewey is a amateur VOCALOID cover artist. After lots of begging and pleading and saving up his allowance to pay for part of it he got Hatone Miku's V4X Bundle (the version with her English vb of course). Later on he'd also get Luka V4X. He made Miku sing the Darkwing Duck theme for Launchpad's birthday one year and his producer name is Daft Duck-P.

・ Louie is Aro/Ace

・ Webby and Lena become a couple in high school

・ Donald and Daisy are T4T

・ Scrooge is in a polycule with Goldie and Santa

・ No one knows who the triplets's father is. Not even Della. They were the result of a one night stand and she always wanted kids anyways.

・ Sometime after TPaMoE Penumbra asks Della out for some "Earth coffeee"

・ Penumbra really likes bobba tea

・ Launchpad has a Ao3 account and yes he also writes that kind of Darkwing x reader fic

・ Launchpad's OTP is/ was Quackervolt (becomes abit awkward when they not only get dragged into the real world but also become his neighbors) and he is also a big Spirk shipper

・ Launchpad often puts other people's wants over himself often to the detriment of his own health and general wellbeing

・ Launchpad and Loopey would always fight over the same girls back in high school

・ Launchpad's middle name is Joseph (yes this is in reference to that one piece of official art that implies his nickname is Joe)

・ After a near death experience *cough cough* Launchpad teaches Gosalyn how to fly the Thunderquack. He also tries to teach Drake but he is very standoffish about it and insists that he doesn't need to lean because he'll always have Launchpad and that he's overreacting.

・ Aside from Drake and Dewey, Launchpad's closest friends are Fenton and Penumbra

　・ If he needs to talk to someone about something he goes to Drake first, but if he can't tell Drake then Gosalyn and/ or Dewey, and if he can't tell either of them it's Fenton and/ or Penumbra (usually gets better advice from Fenton as Penny often suggests violence)

・ Drake has a Miku binder

・ Drake refuses to admit it out loud but his favorite burgers are the ones from Hamburger Hippo

・ The reason why Drake and Launchpad picked the wedding date they did, was because it'd be a month after Drake's top surgery, and it was a attempt to get him to try and sit still and focus on planning the wedding and recover for that month (his family still had to stop him from going out as Darkwing on several occasions)

・ Gosalyn will often refer to her parents as her sidekicks when with them on patrol. Drake gets really embarrassed when she calls them that to other people.

・ Gosalyn teaches Launchpad how to use a crossbow

・ Fenton rarely swears; if he's cursing you out, you fucked up big time (happens most to Drake/ Darkwing)

・ Most of the extended Clan McDuck is Autistic. Too many to really list here tbh

　・ Most of them are also Queer.

・ Gyro created Launchpad's clone who is Bruno Von Beak. Bruno was the first clone Gyro ever created.

・ Gyro's best friend (and ex) is Sara Bellum. However they can't work together in scientific ventures because they will often clash.

・ Sal would call Launchpad "Burrito" in the short time that they dated

・ Morgana is a celebrity chef

・ Drake and Launchpad, Morgana and Loopey, and Donald and Daisy all got married withing 3 months of eachother

・ Honker is Drake and Launchpad's honorary son and Gosalyn's honorary brother

・ Not only has Honker modded all of his/ his family's gaming consoles, but he also uses Linux

・ Taurus Bulba and Thaddeus Waddlemeyer were a couple before Waddlemeyer's death

・ Bushroot is a bit of a eco-terrorist and also has a vendetta againt P.E.T.A. (fair on that last point tbh)

・ Splatter Phoenix after being dragged into the DT17 universe becomes a popular artist on grumblr and Wingstagram.

・ Bruno will sometimes lie to make himself look cooler

・ Jim Starling may or may not eat cat food

I know there's quite abit of characters listed that just don't appear (and Bruno's practically a oc) but there's stuff from my canon/ continuation that I've just been dying to share and most of it IDK when it'd even be mentioned soooo

Honestly people should drop their headcanons for ducktales to me just cuz I'm always like really curious about other people's ideas, stories, takes on the show and its characters.

So, What are your ducktales HCs, takes, thoughts, etc.?

Y'all are free to like either reblog or put it in my ask inbox cuz id love to hear them or drop my thoughts on them! Im like genuinely curious

[radley3925]

can you do brighton for the character meme? i'm curious what you think of him since you did twila

Of course! I adore him too! Some of this is probs gonna be similar or copied from Twila just a heads up

How I feel about him: I adore him to death oh! my! golly!!!!! Out of the two hosts I prefer Twila but oh... He is just so amazing and sizzlingly silly...

Romantic ships with him: None! Cause I simply didn't have any but tbh he might be aro. maybe,,

Non-Romantic OTP: He and Daisy are besties, and He + Twila are both good friends with Rosalina.

Unpopular Opinion: Presumably none since I have seen almost zero other people talk about these hosts. So in a way, everything I've said up to this point.

What I wish could happen in canon: In Twila's I wrote "She and Brighton could be just a little more violent towards each other" which I still stand by but to add a little more to that statement: I think they deserved more dialogue in general. They're cool characters and I'm hoping the very slim chance we see them again in the future and get more characterizations idk lawl-

[princesssarisa]

Winifred Sanderson for the character ask

Favorite thing about them: Her sheer flamboyance and zest for her wicked deeds, and her perfect blend of comedy and genuine dangerousness. She's a villain I love to hate.

Least favorite thing about them: Well, she is an evil, child-murdering witch, and she abuses her sisters too.

On a meta level, I might have some concerns about a well-known Jewish actress (who's very "Jewish looking" too, with her frizzy red hair and big nose) playing a witch whose particular brand of evil, sucking out children's life force in a magic ritual, has some obvious parallels with the blood libel legend. But of course the parallels between antisemitic stereotypes and witch stereotypes are common throughout all media with witches. Besides, the character isn't Jewish, she's from a Puritan village in colonial Massachusetts, and if Bette Midler had no problem playing the role (in fact she calls it her all-time favorite role), why should anyone else object?

Three things I have in common with them:

*I like to sing and perform.

*I'm sensitive to rude remarks about my looks.

*I like Halloween.

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I don't have red hair.

*I've never murdered anyone.

*I don't have any sisters.

Favorite line:

Her first line, printed on quite a bit of Halloween merchandise:

"Oh, look. Another glorious morning. Makes me sick!"

Her curse just before being hanged:

"Fools! All of you! My ungodly book speaks to you! On All Hallows' Eve, when the moon is round, a virgin will summon us from under the ground! (laughs) We shall be back! And the lives of all the children shall be mine!"

When she sees a school for the first time, judging by its appearance and its smell of children:

"It is a prison for children!"

About Dani calling her "ugly":

"She really hurt my feelings... She doesn't even know me! You know, I always wanted a child, and now I think I'll have one... on toast!"

When she brings Billy Butcherson back as a zombie:

"Unfaithful lover, long since dead, deep asleep in thy wormy bed! Wiggle thy toes! Open thine eyes! Twist thy fingers toward the skies! Life is sweet, be not shy! On thy feet! So sayeth I!"

In response to being told "Go to hell!":

"Oh! I've been there, thank you. I found it quite lovely."

And as a bonus, from the Hocus Pocus Villains Spelltacular show at Walt Disney World, when she laments that she and her sisters don't have any friends, and Sarah says "We're friends":

"No, we're sisters. I have to like you."

brOTP: Her sisters Mary and Sarah, even if she does treat them shabbily most of the time.

OTP: None, unless there's a man out there who wants to be poisoned and have his mouth sewn shut if he makes one wrong move.

nOTP: Thackery Binx, Max Dennison, or Billy Butcherson.

Random headcanon: During the 300 years she and her sisters spent in hell after their execution, she met several of the classic Disney villains (who of course were killed in their own stories), like Maleficent, the Evil Queen, Ursula, Gaston, Scar, and Frollo. Her interactions with them were very interesting.

Unpopular opinion: I'll say the same thing I did about her sisters. I wish the Boo to You Halloween Parade at Walt Disney World had only dressed Minnie Mouse as Winifred for the 30th anniversary of Hocus Pocus in 2023. Ditto for Clarabelle Cow as Mary and Daisy Duck as Sarah. I wish they hadn't kept it for this year's parade too. Hocus Pocus is really a movie for middle schoolers and older, not for the little kids Minnie and friends appeal to the most. The costume does look cute on Minnie, but still.

Song I associate with them: What else?

Favorite picture of them:

[overheardatthecontinental]

John Wick had a problem.

Helen would tell him he had many problems.

But for now, he was concentrating on one. What had started as weekly tradition of breaking into his therapist’s home had quickly increased to every day he was in New York. Then he was making excuses to run into the city so that he could watch her sleep. And now… it had been more than a week since John spent a night in his own bed.

In the early hours of the morning, John would either make his way to the Continental or home, where he would shower and sleep, confident in the knowledge that Helen was at her office. He would work, or find something to occupy his waking hours, until the clock struck eleven. And then he would, inevitably, find his way back to her.

His obsession with his therapist was getting out of hand.

But he couldn’t resist. He craved the very sight of her. It was like his body hummed with frustration and anxiety whenever she was out of his sight, only to be eased by the image of her in bed, the smell of her lotion, the soft sighs that escaped her as she shifted in her sleep.

It was a problem.

But he couldn’t bear to stop.

And unlike his other problems, he couldn’t just talk to Helen. The idea was laughable.

He can picture it now, as he sits in the parking lot outside her office:

“What would you like to talk about today, John?”

“Well, I can no longer go twenty-four hours without being in your presence, except, we only meet once a week, so the other six days, I break into your house and watch you sleep.”

Yeah. That’s not happening.

He stares at the clock on the dashboard, watching the minutes slowly dance by until he can see her. At 3:50, he watches her previous client leave the building and the remaining five minutes creep by. By 3:54, he’s had enough. He turns off his idling car and heads into the building, no longer caring about how it looks to arrive so early to a session.

Her door is open, as usual, and she is standing over her desk, leaning over so she can type on her laptop. Her seldom-seen glasses are perched on her nose as she does, and John has to stop the barrage of thoughts that come from seeing her in such a position.

Her sweater dress could so easily be pushed up her thighs and…

No. Entertaining these thoughts is doing nothing to help him and every day, he feels himself slip more and more into his obsession.

“Come in, John.” She says, only then glancing up from the screen. “How was your day?”

“Alright.” He says, and Helen closes the laptop and takes off her glasses. A pity, he thinks. She really is so pretty in those glasses.

She grabs a Keurig pod from the basket over her desk before checking, “Planning for a late night?”

Always, now, he thinks. John nods and Helen slips it into the coffee maker and quickly turns it on.

“Oh! Before we start, can I ask a favor? I need to use your body.” He nearly chokes at her phrasing but immediately relaxes as she points to the air conditioner in her window. “I tried to take it out earlier and I saw my life flash before my eyes.”

John glances at her outfit. “In heels?”

She sends him a half-hearted glare. “Honestly, I didn’t even think about it before I came in today. But I heard on the radio that we’re supposed to get a frost this weekend. Usually I’d ask Mike, the building super, but he’s not answering his phone.”

“No problem.” John says, slipping out of his suit jacket and laying it on the chair. “Where does it go?”

“The floor is fine; I just want it out.”

He gives her a look and repeats himself, something he would never do for anyone else in the world, “Where does it go?”

Helen rolls her eyes good-naturedly, “There’s a storage closet down the hall.”

It’s already unplugged so John tucks away the wire and lifts the window off the machine. “Hold the door.” John tells her as he tugs the unit free of the window. It occurs to him how easily an air conditioner, if properly timed, could be used to make a murder look like an accident. A push at the right moment and a crushing death for whoever awaited below…

He follows Helen into the hall and down to where the closet. She quickly unlocks the door and points to the metal shelves where it goes.

He sets it down gently on the shelf, “Good to go.” He says, straightening his vest.

“You’re the best.” Helen tells him.

“Next time,” John says, “Just call me. I’m usually in New York. No near-death experiences with air conditioners. It might be… difficult” impossible “to find a new therapist.”

Helen smacks him on the arm as they walk back to the office, “You’re ridiculous.”

He inclines his head as they slip back in. Helen finds a cover for the coffee, which has finished brewing, and hands it off to John.

“What have you been up to this week?”

Killing, stalking, and watching you sleep.

“Nothing new.” He answers, taking a sip of the coffee as he finds his seat.

“Did you have many cases this week?”

I took extra so that I would be in New York, just so I had an excuse to check on you.

“A few. Nothing too extreme.”

“I’m almost afraid to ask for your definition of extreme.”

His lips twitch.

“Have you given much thought to what we discussed last week?”

“Which part?”

“Your identity. The age-old question that we all must ask of ourselves: who am I?”

Of course, he has. He is now fluent in Erikson’s model, killing the daylight hours with reading things she referenced. Taking delight in the fact that, after his mention of Godwin, he had found the anarchist’s texts on her bedside table.

A silent exchange.

Neither of them will address it but he knows that it has happened. That she cares, in whatever way she does. And he loves her for it.

“A bit.”

“And what did you think about?”

John sinks back into his chair, “My house.”

Helen inclines her head, “Oh?”

“It’s, uh… it’s a nice house, a nice property but it’s just a house.”

“It’s not a home?” She asks, trying to clarify his meaning.

And John nods. “If you were to walk through it,” ah, what a thought, “you probably wouldn’t be able to tell it was mine. I still have the furnishings and the art that came with it. And I don’t have a lot of… stuff. Aside from my clothes, and my books, there’s nothing really there that’s mine.”

“Possessions don’t always reflect personality.”

He thinks about her home. The throw cushion on her couch that says choose happy and the fleece blanket she wraps up in while watching television that’s covered in daisies. The potted plants that advertise the presence of a nurturer, the pictures taken with her friends. There is framed artwork on her walls that seem to highlight her softness.

He thinks of Aurelio’s place, littered with spare car parts. John had once gone to sit on Aurelio’s couch only to land on a steering wheel. There were pictures of his family. A neon sign that Aurelio claimed to have stolen from a pub in Queens. Old magazines on his kitchen table, beer bottles piled next to an overflowing recycling.

Even Winston, who John regarded as a fairly private person, displayed a collection of old chess sets. He proudly put a collection of knives under a glass that he claimed belonged to the third Elder. While there were no pictures of friends or family, he had a taste of the extremes. Large leather couches and glass tables. A collection of top-shelf liquors sat next to an antique globe.

“That’s true,” He says, “But I see other people’s homes and spaces, and they almost seem to belong to them. And mine is as empty as a hotel room.” John pauses in thought, “I’m well aware that my personality is… bland but—”

Helen cuts him off, “Bland?” She repeats, amusement etched onto her pretty face.

John shrugs, “I was recently compared to a block of wood.”

“By who?” Now, there is disbelief in her voice.

“Santino. One of my,” he cannot think of a better word, “colleagues.”

She rolls her eyes, “Well, I expect that you tend to close off around your,” she uses quotations, “’colleagues’.”

John opens a hand in well, what are you gonna do kind of way. “It’s hard to trust trained killers. The less they know about me, the better off I am.”

“We’re going to circle around to that.” Helen tells him, “But I do want to try to understand your thoughts surrounding your home.”

He isn’t quite sure what to say, “I don’t know. I suppose I have a tendency towards utilitarianism.”

Helen is nodding, thoughtfully. “Yet, you’re far past the time in your life when you weren’t able to afford the things you want. Which makes me think that it’s a choice you’ve made, to leave your own space barren.”

“I’ve considered as much.”

“And?”

John shrugs, “I’ve come to several conclusions but no real answers.”

“Tell me.”

“The first, is the most obvious. I grew up without having anything that was mine. I shared blankets, when we had them. Food. Clothing. I learned to live without superfluous things.”

She considers that, “A possibility, and certainly a contributor, but many people who grew up in poverty who, for lack of a better term, rise above their circumstances do the opposite. They buy everything they were never able to have as children.”

“If there’s something that I want, I’d get it. There’s just nothing that I want.” Except for what I can’t have, he thinks.

“When was the last time you bought yourself a little luxury? Nothing related to clothes or food or hygiene. Nothing for work. Just something for you?”

He bought himself several books on and by Erikson, the psychologist she had referenced the week before, but he doesn’t want to tell her that. And, now that he thinks of it, his last several purchases were books she had either mentioned, or he had seen on her bedside table and picked up for himself. Just in case it ever came up in conversation.

“Just books.” He tells her. “A few months ago, I bought a new coffee machine. Does that count?”

She smirks, “I would consider coffee a necessity.”

He grins back, “I’m sure you would.”

“So, nihilism aside…” John snorts at that assessment, but Helen continues, “You said you had other theories?”

John nods, “I also have to consider my Romani heritage. Even the orphanage moved around a lot. Nothing was permanent, until I got to New York. And then, I ran away. And then I was in the military, where we weren’t exactly able to bring things with us. Maybe I just can’t put stock into the idea of permanence.”

Helen seems to sigh, quietly. Empathy burns in her eyes and John can feel it, in turn, burning into him. He’s not quite sure how to deal with it.

Helen offers him a smile and it’s weighted in emotion as she teases, “Keep making connections like that and I’ll start to think you don’t need me anymore.”

“I’ll always need you.” It slips from him before he has a moment to think better of it.

A moment passes, his words lingering in the air and John hopes against hope that she can’t see just how enamored with her he is.

He desperately tries to think of something to say to fill the silence, to take back his words without taking away the meaning behind them.

“Good.” Helen says softly and, just like that, it’s over. “Now, going off of that idea of permanence, I wonder how much of it is habit, like you were saying, and how much of it might be a reflection of the loss you’ve gone through?”

“My experiences have conditioned me for loss?” He interprets.

And Helen shrugs, “Haven’t they?”

John thinks back. The Romani had kept him alive as a child, but they had shipped him off without so much as a goodbye. And while New York had been an improvement, there was still nothing that was his save a stolen Bible. He had left it behind when he ran away to Mexico.

In Mexico, he had shelter. He was a child, but he still had his own tiny place carved out in the world. His own blanket, his own clothes. A worn copy of 1984 that he had stolen from a passenger on the train. It had all been burnt when his village had been razed, leaving him only with the clothes on his back.

The years that followed weren’t much better. He was forced back into the Underworld and while it was far from perfect, he preferred the freedom of it rather than being forced into social services. Being forced to make up some kind of lie to protect his Romani brethren. No, the Underworld was not perfect, but it was all he knew.

He was paid terribly because they could pay him terribly. He was given shit jobs but he took them so he could eat. And once he started growing, he needed new clothes. Over the course of two years, he grew a foot.

When he finally escaped that world again, he took only what he could carry with him. A small duffle full of clothes, a spare pair of shoes, and two knives that didn’t fit on his person.

When he joined the army, he didn’t take anything with him aside from a single book.

And it wasn’t until years later, when he decided enough was enough, and rejoined the fold that he had the ability to settle down.

“I can understand why that may be a part of it.” John admits, “But I think, mostly, it comes down to the fact that I just don’t care about most things.”

“Once again, nihilism makes an entrance.”

John shrugs, “I have more money than I ever dreamed of. And permanence doesn’t matter when I could afford to buy things a thousand times over. The only priceless possessions I have, I keep in my car. Just in case.”

She seems to brighten at that, leaning forward with interest, “And what does John Wick consider to be priceless?”

Not much, he thinks.

Her business card, which she had given him that first day in the café, with her cell phone number etched on the back. He keeps it tucked away in an envelope and locked in his glovebox.

A revolver gifted to him by Marcus. The only present he had ever been given without an expectation of reciprocation.

The copy of Walden he had taken from the little library at the military base where he trained. His only constant companion through three tours of duty.

He decides not to mention the first. “A gun given to me by an old friend. And a copy of Walden.”

“Thoreau.”

John nods.

Helen sits back, “I don’t associate you much with a love for nature. Is it the isolation aspect that attracts you, the civil disobedience piece, or that idea of self-reliance?”

“I would say all of it, although the self-reliance was what first pulled me in. It…” He hesitates, unsure of why he feels the need to share such a little thing with her, “It was the only possession I brought with me everywhere when I was in the army. And when I returned home.”

“It really stayed with you.”

John nods, “I suppose, it helped me learn to think a bit more critically. To challenge the automatic assumptions that came with growing up in the Underworld.”

“I imagine there was a sort of irony about reading such a text while in the military.”

He can’t stop the smile that crosses his lips. He doesn’t have to explain his bizarre humor or reasoning to Helen. She just gets it. “I’ll admit, that was part of the charm. Imposing those shades of grey into my life that were absent in the Underworld and, again, missing from the marines.”

She smiles back, “You pursue that duality in life. Toeing the line of arbitrary rules and ethics, while simultaneously embracing the meaninglessness.”

“Nihilism and Walden have been my constant companions.”

“Let’s add absurdism there for good measure.” She jokes and John finds himself laughing. Something he only does in her presence.  

He loves her. He loves her. He loves her.

He knows it, he feels it so deeply within him, but he can’t act on it. He won’t.

He knows she deserves so much better than him.

“Alright, back on topic.” Helen says with a small smile, “You said something last week that I’ve been considering in relation to this discussion.”

Grateful for the segue, John asks, “Oh?”

She nods, “You were talking about the idea of a normal life. A life away from the Underworld that you wanted, or at least considered, but identified as being out of reach.”

John nods back.

“I wonder, and please feel free to tell me if I’m off the mark, if those desires intersect with your decision to keep your house bare?”

He blinks, taking in her meaning.

His house is empty, in more ways than one. Just him and he doesn’t need anything. And the things he wants, well, he can’t have them. So why bother to fill his house with things that don’t matter? Why fill his house with trinkets when they’ll only serve to remind him of himself? Of the life he lives alone.

And John swears, “Fuck.”

Helen waits, in silence, as she always does while John works through his thoughts.

She’s right, to a degree, but it’s deeper than that.

He wonders if she realizes how much more it is. If she was truly asking him a question or manipulating him into figuring out for herself what she already suspected.

She was good at that. At breaking him down in ways that thousands of assassins never could figure out. He’d survived hundreds of attempts on his life but one question from Helen and he was ready to fall to his knees.

Fuck.

Minutes pass before Helen asks, “John?”

He swallows heavily, “I hate it when you’re right sometimes.”

“Epiphany?”

“Epiphany.” He echoes, “I think…” He hesitates.

She was right. Both today and last week, she had pinpointed the cause.

“I think you give me too much credit.” He had said softly.

“I don’t. But then, we’ve discussed your issues with self-esteem before.”

John rolled his eyes, “I don’t have poor self-esteem.”

“Oh, I agree. You have no self-esteem.”

Self-esteem just didn’t seem like an important thing. His reflective thoughts about himself didn’t affect his ability to work or to kill or to function.

And so, he had written them off as unimportant. Whereas Helen had been telling him, for weeks it seemed, that his sense of self mattered.

He tries not to look at her. He doesn’t need to look to know that she is staring at him kindly, non-judgmentally. Ready to listen and offer comfort.

“It’s okay, John.” She says softly, “You know you can say anything here.”

Anything, he thinks, except the words he swallows back every night.

He lets out a breath, “You’re right. About the self-esteem thing.”

She nods once, waiting for him to continue.

“I… don’t understand it, fully. I don’t get why it matters how I see myself but, I guess it does. At the end of the day, I don’t deserve a normal life. And I don’t deserve the things that come with it. Even if the things are just small tokens of normalcy.”

A moment passes that feels like an eternity to John.

“I want you to know, I’m unbelievably proud of you right now.”

He doesn’t want to look at her after that confession, but her words force him to raise his head in stunned disbelief. She can’t be serious…

But she’s staring at him in earnest, smiling softly, looking at him with kindness and gentleness and yes, with pride. She’s looking at him with pride in her eyes and he can’t quite figure out why.

And, as if she can sense his confusion, she adds, “You’ve been coming here for seven months and, for most of that time, you’ve been fairly resistant to actually being vulnerable.”

“I’ve told you things I’ve never told anyone.” John argues.

“I know. And I appreciate your trust in me. But there’s a difference between trusting me with legalities and learning to trust yourself enough to admit to these feelings. You’ve been sitting on these emotions for the better part of your life, John. Keeping them hidden or ignoring them. We joke about your nihilism when I think we both know that it’s easier to pretend nothing matters when we start to feel things too heavily.”

He sits with that.

God, is that what he’s been doing?

Ignoring his own self-hatred by ignoring anything that has to do with himself?

Filling his free time with work to keep him busy or reading, filling his mind with rationality and bullshit intellectualism rather than dealing with the emotions that linger below the surface?

But what else was he supposed to do?

Emotions were ignored most of his childhood, when fighting for survival was the precedent. And he just never learned.

Fuck.

Helen assesses him carefully, “What are you thinking, John?”

He’s not even entirely sure what he’s thinking but he settles on, “Life seemed simpler when my only focus was survival.”

She nods, thoughtfully, “I’m sure it did. Thought some people might argue that emotions offer a lot of evolutionary benefits.”

“Like what?”

“Well, anxiety warns us when we might be in danger. Anger helps us to protect ourselves. Sadness can help us to process complex events. Happiness and joy help us bond and create social alliances.”

She lets him mull that over before adding, “Your emotions are as much of a tool as your eyes and ears looking and listening for potential enemies.”

He considers that, too.

He gets her point. He really does, but his eyes and ears have never fucked with him the way his emotions did.

“I think it comes down to control.” He says thoughtfully.

“Oh?”

“I can close my eyes. I can choose not to listen. But my emotions…”

“You can’t shut them off. And ignoring only works for so long.”

“Yeah.”

Helen nods, “Our emotions are, arguably, one of the most complicated things to understand. And you’re right, they are one of the hardest things to control and while there are ways to change our thinking and challenge our automatic thoughts, we often can’t help what we feel.”

John knew that well.

He couldn’t help the hopelessness and the loneliness he experienced as a child.

He couldn’t help the intense anger at watching his first real home be burned to the ground.

He couldn’t help the contempt he felt for himself whenever he looked to deep inside himself.

And he certainly couldn’t help the intense obsession and other unnamable emotions that arose in him whenever he thought about Helen.

It wasn’t like he had tried to change any of it, though.

“Sometimes,” he admits softly, “I think that I force myself to feel the bad emotions. To force myself to suffer.”

Again, she nods, “Earlier you used the term deserve.”

“I don’t deserve anything.”

Fuck, did he really just say that? Out loud? To her?

He probably sounded like a whiny teenager. But Helen doesn’t look at him with annoyance or contempt.

She just inclines her head, “You know, I have a lot of clients who come in here and use the same language. I deserve this. I don’t deserve that.”

“I doubt most of your other client have killed people.”

In fact, he knows they haven’t. He had a background check run for every single person on her caseload to make sure she was safe in the hour she spent with them each week.

Helen, however, ignores him. “For most, it’s based on the Just World Theory. A sort of westernized karma that subscribes to the idea that the world is a fair place. And I know that you know, more than most, that this world is not a fair place.”

“No.” He agrees. “It’s not.”

Helen shakes her head, “We often bestow judgement. Upon ourselves, the people around us. Total strangers, even. And I’m as guilty as it as anyone,” he doubts that but she continues, “But you know what?”

“What?”

She shrugs a shoulder, “Doesn’t do a damn thing, offering judgement. It doesn’t change our past, our future. It doesn’t help us.” Her tone softens, “I know it’s not my place to offer an opinion…”

John shakes his head, “You know I value your thoughts.”

“I don’t know if God exists or if there’s a higher power. But I do know that we don’t get to decide who deserves what. We get dealt our hand and we do the best we can with it. And the more we fight that, the more we tell ourselves that we deserve better or worse, the more miserable we make ourselves.”

He hears her.

And he gets her point, he really does.

It’s not his position to make judgements. He doesn’t have a say in the twists and turns of luck that have amassed him a great wealth.

But it must be wrong because his most glaring example is looking into his eyes. He’s certain that he and Helen are not the same.

Helen is good, and kind, and gentle.

And John is harsh, and dark, and bad.

He’s not sure he can accept a world that views them on an equal playing field.

“You don’t have to believe me.” She tells him, her voice soft and understanding. He wonders, not for the first time, if she can read his mind. “But just consider it, okay?”

…..

He considers it. He spends the rest of the day considering it.

At the Continental, eating dinner, John found himself trying to challenge his automatic assumptions about the people around him.

Assassins, killers.

But did he really know anything else about them? Beyond rumors and hushed whispers? The same kind that followed him, that had turned John Wick into the Boogeyman.

He ponders her words: the more we tell ourselves that we deserve better or worse, the more miserable we make ourselves.

He was an expert at misery.

At best, he was a master of apathy. Hiding his misery under layers of not-caring. Like she said, it was easier to pretend that nothing mattered. It was easier to accept the self-hatred, or at the very least self-contempt, when he could just shrug it off.

Idly, he wonders what would happen if he just continues to ignore it.

Even as he thinks it, however, he knows it’s ridiculous. Helen could sit there and berate him for an hour each week and he’d still sit there happily.

With that thought in mind, he paid for his dinner and left the Continental. Tomorrow, he’ll come back in the early morning. Nap for a bit, then take a contract or two.

He wonders if it’s his obsession with Helen that will keep him in New York or his aversion to returning to his empty home after having that conversation. Neither seems to be a particularly healthy choice but he accepts it nonetheless.

He drives to her house and tries not to think of it as home.

He knows that something is wrong the moment he sees the house.

Helen is energy conscious. She rarely leaves a room without turning out the light. And right now, it is past her bedtime and the kitchen light is on.

He stops the car for a moment, just outside of her house, wondering if he’ll see a shadow move. Maybe he’s being paranoid. Maybe she just got up for water.

But nothing moves.

John throws the car in park. Normally, he’d hide the car a few blocks down and walk back to her house, but he doesn’t care. Quickly, he unlatches the glovebox to pull out his gun. He doesn’t even check it as he hurries out of his car.

The door is shut but the lock has been picked open. And not by him. No, whoever had done this didn’t have the skill to leave no marks in the metal. It was a rough, haggard job. And it was left unlocked.

Fuck.

He opens the door, gun-raised.

His head seems to be screaming a chorus of no, no, no, no, no, no as he clears the kitchen. He should clear the entire first floor, but his fear is outweighing his senses.

Emotional mind Helen would call it.

Her bed is empty but slept in. It wasn’t made and it looked as though she had thrashed about.

Someone had taken her from her bed.

He was shaking.

John was unsure if it was rage or fear that was pounding through him right now, but someone was going to pay.

A phone rings and it takes John a moment to recognize it as his own.

The screen has her name. Her work cell.

John accepts the call and puts the phone to his ear.

“Hello, John.” The voice is male. He doesn’t recognize it but there is a slight accent that he can’t quite place.

“Where is she?” He asks trying not to sound as desperate as he feels.

“Safe. For now.”

“Put her on the phone.”

“I’m afraid Miss Kingston has been sedated for the time being.”

“If you’ve hurt her…”

“I believe that now is not the time for you to be making threats.” His unknown opponent interrupts.

John tries to control himself. He can’t act until he knows more. The disgust pours from his voice as he forces himself to ask, “What do you want?”

“Very good.”

John closes his eyes and tries to focus on what it will feel like when he guts this man alive.

“Lorenzo D’Antonio will be in New York from tomorrow night through Monday.”

John can already tell where this is going. Lorenzo D’Antonio was the Camorra’s current leader. He held a seat at the High Table which made him virtually untouchable. No contract could be taken out against him or the Continental, and the High Table, would respond with force. To be caught even conspiring was to be dead.

“And you want him killed.” John finished.

“Not just Lorenzo. His heirs, as well.”

John let out a noise of disbelief. With Lorenzo dead, followed by his children, the Camorra would collapse.

Christ.

John had never given a flying fuck about Continental politics. He followed their rules to gain their services but this…

“And you’ll let her go?”

“Right into your waiting arms.” The man taunted.

John felt his nails digging into his palm as he struggled to maintain what little control he had left. “I want proof that she’s all right.”

“Fine.”

The line drops.

[deadheaddaisy]

GET TO KNOW YOUR MUTUALS ✨

Thanks for the tag, @curator-on-ao3! 💜

what's the origin of your blog title?

I like (fun) skulls, and I like daisies, and when I had to create a logo during a graphic design course, I combined the concept of deadheading a daisy bush with an alternative name for skull, and here we are.

otp(s) + shipname(s):

Malcolm Reed & Hoshi Sato (Malcoshi or SatoReed)

Elizabeth Weir & John Sheppard (Sparky)

Oz & Willow (never found if there's actually a name for them)

Dean Winchester & Jo Harvelle (same as with Oz/Willow)

Oliver Queen & Felicity Smoak (Olicity)

New: Janelle Kelly & Michael Rostov (Kelstov, shut up, @talshiargirlfriend agrees with me and it's our rarepair, so there!)

favorite color:

Many, but right now I'll go with teals, chocolates, and cerises.

song stuck in your head:

Oh No! by Grandson / Renegade by Rajah Kumari / This Means War by Skunk Anansie (yes, they do actually overlay each other in my head, it's lots of fun trying to concentrate).

weirdest habit/trait:

It's not my weirdest, but I align the drinking spout of takeaway cups, etc., with logos, and on standard drinkware I will only drink where my lipstick/lip imprint is placed.

hobbies:

Writing. Socialising online. Watching favourite fight scene or space battle videos ad nauseum to pick apart the moves for writing. Organising things, especially my digital stuff.

if you work, what's your profession?

Nothing particularly interesting, sadly.

if you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

Research librarian. Or any librarian, but research is my preferred kind.

something you're good at:

Lots of little things. Used to be grammar, spelling, and punctuation, but the early-onset brain rot has been settling in for a while now, sadly. Um ... encouraging people?

something you hate:

Bigotry. People who hurt animals or those with less power than they do. The worship of wealth.

something you collect:

Books. That includes e-books. Is it real collecting, or is it hoarding? Who knows?

something you forget:

Dates, times, most things to do with numbers. My head, if it wasn't screwed on. Perhaps I should mention that I have quite severe AuDHD.

what's your love language:

It depends on the situation. I tend to buy gifts for some, send acknowledgement to others, offer service for others. Just like I don't have a favourite anything, I don't have one love language.

favorite movie/show:

See? What is this " favourite" that implies "one"? I'll try - try - to keep it down. So ...

Shows:

ST: Enterprise

Stargate (SG-1 & SGA) (they count as one because they're consecutive)

Leverage/Leverage Redemption (ditto)

Movies:

Star Trek AOS trilogy

The Mummy 1 & 2

How To Train Your Dragon series (that includes the show, it still counts as it's part of the timeline)

Look, I can't cut it down further than that.

favorite food:

I just ... okay. These are literally things I would request for my last meal, all on one tray, so yeah.

Mom's Cape Malay chicken curry

Sister's chicken & peppers

Mom-in-law's pilchard pie

Inari sushi with salmon, or crispy salmon skin nigiri

Proper Durban lamb bunny chow for the heat (bread, not a bun-bun)

Crispy duck with noodles

Bobotie

Baked cheesecake

Fresh mango, cherries, and watermelon

favorite animal:

Honey badger

Octopus

Jumping spider

Cassowary

Crows

CATS. CATS ARE NICE.

what were you like as a child:

Apparently I was very quiet, not at all annoying, you'd forget I was there. But when I was (am) loud, I was LOUD. A voracious reader. Weird enough to sit on the fringes and be bullied (and not realise it until later, even when it was by teachers) (mainly because I hit back, so the bullying had to be via mean remarks and not physical).

favorite subject at school:

English and Afrikaans. I had a completely nutso English teacher and I adored her, and my Afrikaans teacher was the complete opposite and I adored him, too.

least favorite subject:

Maths or physics. Wouldn't have been so bad if the teachers hadn't been schmucks.

what's your best character trait?

I'm always willing to listen, and try to help. Otherwise, I'm stubborn. I won't give up on you without a fight.

what's your worst character trait?

People-pleasing and feelings of inadequacy. And taking things at face value, which means: gullible.

if you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

Money. I want enough money to get the right treatment for my husband, and help my family and friends and colleagues who're struggling (that includes my online peeps).

if you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

My husband's granddad, Sir Terry Pratchett, Carrie Fisher, Mira Furlan, Andreas Katzulas, Leonard Nimoy.

No-pressure tagging: @more-better-words @talshiargirlfriend @papercranesong @glitter-and-metal @sun-ni-day @elenath9 @ten-cent-sleuth @pearlypairings @scatterbrainedcapybara @marointhemoon @strze-lec @weerd1 @hjea and anyone else who'd like to join in!

GET TO KNOW YOUR MUTUALS ✨

Thank you so much for tagging me @starrybouquet! ❤️

what's the origin of your blog title?

I don’t really have a blog title. 🙈 I should probably give that some thought.

otp(s) + shipname(s):

If we mean “OTP: they can only be happy with each other, no one else could ever possibly fulfill either of them,” then I don’t believe in that. But if we mean “OTP: interesting shippy dynamic but other people could also or alternatively make them happy, no gatekeeping here,” then:

Kathryn Janeway/Tom Paris, J/P

Number One | Una Chin-Riley/Christopher Pike, Pikeone or Pikeuna

Seven of Nine/Anyone I Find Interesting

favorite color:

Green and purple.

song stuck in your head:

Trustfall, P!nk

weirdest habit/trait:

I go to bed super-duper early.

hobbies:

Writing. Exercise. Socializing.

if you work, what's your profession?

My goodness, I do not want to talk about my job on Tumblr dot com.

if you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

That’s complicated.

something you're good at:

Organization.

something you hate:

Violence and people who glorify violence.

something you collect:

N/A

something you forget:

I often forget what I’ve bought through online shopping. Then the box arrives and I’m curious as to what’s in it.

what's your love language:

Conversation.

favorite movie/show:

Saving Mr. Banks

favorite food:

I don’t know.

favorite animal:

I don’t know.

what were you like as a child:

Bookish. Social.

favorite subject at school:

English or civics.

least favorite subject:

Math or science.

what's your best character trait?

When I love, I love with my whole heart.

what's your worst character trait?

Hesitancy to reach out or open up.

if you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

The answer is too complicated to type out.

if you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

Relatives who passed away before I was born and were deeply meaningful to people I love.

No-pressure tagging: @deadheaddaisy, @grissomesque, @regionalpancake, @procrastinatorproject, @emilie786, @pc-corner, @coffee-in-that-nebula, @elephant-in-the-pride-parade, @cnroth, @fiadorable, @lorcaswhisky, @the-lady-general, @cicaklah, @caladeniablue, @enterprise-come-in, @theredheadedcaptain, and anyone else I forgot to tag. 💞