#( tunnagan: bulba. )

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               "Hey Della." Yes, he's absolutely supposed to be in prison right now. But he's not. Thanks for that, Bradford. "I've missed you." / @tunnagan​ | unprompted. 

▬▬▬ ☾☆      Hearing the sound of  his  voice  made  Della  tense  up  almost  immediately.  She  hadn’t  seen  Taurus  since  before  the  St.  Canard  disaster  &&  truly,  she  didn’t  want  to.  This  was  mainly  because  she  had  no  idea  how  to  face  him  after  what  he  did.  Sure,  she  needed  the  closure,  but  something  just  held  her  back.  How  would  she  react?  She  guessed  there  was  no  choice  now.  No  more  trying  to  figure  it  out.  He  was  here  now.  

                                  ❛  Aren’t you supposed to be in jail?  ❜

            Well, that was one  way  to  start  this  conversation.  Maybe  not  the  best  but  it’s  where  they  were  now.  She  sighed  &&  decided  to  try   again.  

                                  ❛  What are you doing here?  ❜

            There. That was much  better.  Still  straight  to  the  point,  but  they’d  have  a  conversation,  at  least.  

[darkwiing]

@tunnagan​ said :

“Darkwing, you need to be more careful what places you break into. If I hadn’t been here to intervene with Mr. McDuck, you’d be on your way to a holding cell and exposed identity.” (Bulba eyy)

                        unknown. / ACCEPTING !

           ❝  no... no ! i-i wasn’t breaking in ! i was just stopping that kid that came in. ❞ he says, rubbing the back on his neck. oh, that wasn’t good -- the thought of being accused from a CRIME. darkwing was here to STOP criminal activity, not cause it !

          ❝  i really don’t mean you any harm, bulba... ❞ eyes look up at him -- it’s been a bit since it was just the two of them. with bulba working on the RAMROD and drake... being darkwing, it was hard for them to meet up -- drake sleeps most of the day and bulba was still gone.  ❝  but i will be here to defend you and your work -- you know what they say, after all : WHEN THERE’S TROUBLE, YOU CALL DW.  ❞

[actingvigilante]

captured sentence starters.

@tunnagan​ said: “ struggle all you want, it’s useless. ” (from Bulba)

Words could not describe how much he ached right now. His shoulders were pulled at an uncomfortable angle and all he could think of was how hard he wanted to hit Bulba right in his smug face for this. But for now, bound as he was, all he could do was shift in his restraints and scowl.

There were few people in the world that Drake genuinely despised more than Taurus Bulba. What he had done, what he stood for... everything. Being at his mercy was even worse, especially when he had no way to let his friends know he was safe. His eyes narrowed and he let out a quiet breath, jerking his arm once, wincing at the pang of pain that shot through his shoulder from the movement.

“You can’t keep me tied up forever, Bulba. I’m a lot more slippery than you think... and when I get out of these ropes, I’m going to take your other horn off with my bare hands.”

[scroogemcdork]

@tunnagan​ SAID: “He told me they could help me figure out what happened to my Grandpa. I didn’t think- She absolutely screamed supervillain but I was mad and alone so I went along with it. I… was spying on all of you this whole time for Black Heron. Please don’t tell Drake or Launchpad.” Gosalyn’s hands were in fists hidden by her jacket. “I just wanted my family back.”

❝ You were SPYING? ❞ he chokes, looking at the child with a brief look of outrage. Still, he can't bring himself to be angry, brows raising in a forlorn tone of sympathy as she explains her reasoning. Scrooge's anger subsides -- at least he FORCES it to. It angered him how much FOWL had wrapped its heinous hands around almost every person he knew. It struck anger into him most of all when it involved CHILDREN. ❝ WHY DIDN’T YE -- ❞

❝ ... ❞ He sighs softly, shaking his head as his hands tense around his cane. ❝ Lass, ye could have come to any of us for help. ❞ LIKE HE KNEW ANY BETTER; Scrooge McDuck, always trying to do everything himself. He'd learned that lesson the hard way. An awkward pause, then he chuckles meekly ( HE'S TRYING TO FORCE LIFE INTO IT; there's only so much you can do in response to a confession ). ❝ I know a couple of people who'd have a riot dabbling in that sort of scientific mystery. SAFETY PROCAUTIONS, included, of course. ❞ He squints off to the side; that was something Bulba had lacked.

There's a pause, then he sighs.

❝ ...but I really think you should talk to your family about this. If there's one thing ae know about FOWL, they thrive on miscommunication. ❞ A bead of sweat down his face as he looks elsewhere awkwardly. Not that HE'D helped things... ❝ The last thing ye want is it coming from someone ELSE. ❞

[decanard-a]

“Fenton, may I kiss you?” Taurus had lowered himself to the duck’s level instead of picking him up. @tunnagan

The question catches him off guard because he thought Bulba only considered him as an intern but he smiles slightly. He nods. “I think I would like that yes.” He steps closer to him. 

[calisotamuses]

damn it bulba unprompted

@tunnagan said: “He got away with it.” Gosalyn stared at the television. Her brow furrowed. “That’s not how this ends. I’m not gonna let it. And she’s already going for her crossbow, with or without Drake’s approval. She knows she’s a good enough shot to do it, all she has to do is find the bull.

Drake blinked twice, watching the girl for just a moment before his confusion cleared and he reacted, hurrying to his feet to put himself between Gosalyn and the door, arms out, expression tight. This was an unsettling situation at the best of times, but he couldn't just let her run off and get hurt. Not like this.

"Hey, Gos, whoa- slow down, kiddo, deep breath."

Something in his tone registered his own disbelief and anger at this. A blatant miscarriage of justice in a corrupt city was nothing new, but it was different when the wrongly cleared was someone who had ruined the life of someone you would hang the moon and stars for. Drake was furious, that much was true... but he had to try to keep a clear head, for her sake if nothing else.

"I know you're mad. You have every right to be, and hell, I'm angry too. But running off alone isn't going to fix things. What he did to you and your family was unconscionable, and he damn well deserves to pay for it. But we do this together. We need a plan."

Kneeling, he held his arms up, offering a hug if she needed it or a hand to grab if that worked better. He just needed her to pause, at the very least.

"I made you a promise, Gosalyn. I'd do whatever I could to help you. So let me help you. Okay?"

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                    RELATIONSHIP TAGS.

☽ | you’re the only thing i think i got right ★ (tunnagan: DON KARNAGE.) ��� | you give me the kind of love i never had ★ (geniusinventor: GYRO GEARLOOSE.) ☽ | have my back everyday; feels like home ★ (warraigoe: KIT CLOUDKICKER.) ☽ | hey brother; do you still believe in one another? ★ (ragefeathers: DONALD DUCK.) ☽ | when i tasted strawberry mentos; i knew you were the one ★ (warraigoe: FENTON C.) ☽ | i thought i had control but i don’t know anymore ★ (calvinsmuses: APOLLO.) ☽ | call it what you want to ★  ( tunnagan: STEELBEAK.) ☽ | one kiss is all it takes ★ ( warraigoe: PANCHITO PISTOLES.) ☽ | every night with us is like a dream ★ ( voidfcllen: DRAKE MALLARD.) ☽ | i just want someone i can turn to ★ ( ducktales wco oo: DRAKE MALLARD.) ☽ | give your heart a break ★ ( calvinsocs: LAUREL DOWNY.) ☽ | don’t say it’s unholy if i let you come hold me ★ ( tunnagan: TAURUS BULBA.) ☽ | who am i to say i’m always yours ★ ( dubells: CAM BELL.) ☽ | you are sweeter than i ever dreamed ★ ( tunnagan: TYLER BEAKSON.) ☽ | there’s only one place left i want to go ; who says you can’t go home ★ ( scroogemcdork : SCROOGE MCDUCK.)

[darkwiing]

@tunnagan​ said :

“Come to visit again, Drake?” Taurus asked, not standing from his bed so that they’re close to each other’s level. “Alright then, I’ve got nowhere else to be. Still trying to convince me to move from my villainous ways?”

                       unknown. / ACCEPTING !

          ❝  yes -- because i know you can change. you’re a good person... you can be a GOOD PERSON. ❞ he says, eyes looking downwards. it was still -- hard for drake to see that the person behind bars was someone he really loved. drake loved bulba -- and he felt so foolish that he allowed himself to be so mislead.

         ❝  you can do good. i-i know it ! what’s so great about being a supervillain anyway ? ❞

[actingvigilante]

@tunnagan​ said: “Darkwing. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” And there, stepping out of the shadows, is Taurus Bulba. “I hope you’ve been taking good care of Gosalyn. She’s such a troubled child, I would hate to see her hurt.”

There was no way that Drake could ever forget that voice. With everything that happened in those short few days, Taurus Bulba had been right there at the center of it. A man who had turned out to be a monster, willing to let the universe be destroyed if it meant his nefarious deeds could be seen to their fruition.

It was what had cemented his decision to stay Darkwing Duck, and it had brought Gosalyn into his life. A little girl he would gladly put himself into any danger to keep safe.

The vigilante wheeled on the bull almost immediately after hearing his name, cape whipping out behind him as wide, dark eyes focused up at him.

Bulba, as he recalled should have been in prison. But here he was, plain as day... and every bit as massive and menacing as he had been the minute that kind, jovial façade had broken in the lab.

“Taurus Bulba.” The name came out of his bill almost dripping with malice, his fists clenching as his eyes narrowed. Hearing him mention Gosalyn steeled him further, and he bristled as his broad shoulders pulled back. “I’m certainly taking better care of her than you seemed to have intended. But she’s definitely not your concern now- your concern is going to be how quickly I can send you to prison.”

[darkwiing]

@tunnagan​​​​​​ said :

“Well if it isn’t Darkwing Duck. Didn’t expect to see me, I bet.” And Taurus Bulba just smiled widely at him, no care in the world that he should, technically, be in prison. “You can thank the old Buzzard for that.”

                               UNKNOWN. / ACCEPTING !

        ❝  -- !!  ❞ the first sentence alone sent shivers down his spine -- no, that wasn’t possible, right ? taurus bulba is supposed to be in JAIL. darkwing duck had won the battle.. he had felt SO TRIUMPHANT that evening. so why was he so scared ?  ❝  wh-what do you mean ... ?  ❞ there’s a gulp -- so this was FOWL’S doing ?  ❝  so you came to take REVENGE ? i hope you know i’ve only gotten STRONGER since our last interaction, TAURUS BULBA !  ❞ there was still FEAR that plagued his mind -- and he just hoped it wasn’t NOTICABLE in his voice as the vigilante attempted to look confident.

[actingvigilante]

Send me 🔪 to stab my muse.

@tunnagan​ said: 🔪 (from bulba :D)

Pain was relative.

Drake had learned that a long time ago, at seventeen years old with a car door crushed into his ribs. That, he learned quickly, hurt much worse than a hairline fracture in his arm. And a car door crushed into the ribs also hurt more than a bull many times his size grabbing him by the throat and slamming him onto unforgiving metal, neck and shoulders first.

The car door, he realized, was what he measured many of his hurts against. It colored his recovery after surgery in college, made stunt work when acting gigs were lean more bearable.

There were things, however, that he was learning hurt far worse than that car door, digging into a young ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒’s side.

One of those things was the knife buried in his abdomen, held there by a hand almost as big as his torso, as he stood paralyzed by the shock, the other hand of his assailant having dragged him forward by the cape they still held firmly, keeping him pressed against the blade’s guard.

For lack of any action registering in his brain as the pain radiated out through the fresh wound, he grasped at Taurus Bulba’s sleeve, trying to get him to release him or move back, anything to alleviate the awful pressure and the pain like molten lead in his gut.

He needed help. And he wasn’t sure if he was going to get it.

“Son- son of a bitch-...”