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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 3 years

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My Feelings About Bradford Buzzard And His Grandmother

First, If No One Has Seen The Last Episode of The Final Season of Ducktales Reboot with the Last Adventure, do not read this unless you seen that episode first.

okay here goes...

My feelings on Bradford's Grandmother, I don't like her.

she is the reason Bradford became the way he is in the first place.

plus whenever Bradford tried to reason with Scrooge, he got ignored, so of

course he had to use the papyrus to make Scrooge, Della and Donald forget he was ever there. even if he did transform into a monster,

it wouldn't be because he's evil. it would be from the negative emotions and the misinterpretation people have of him, so he isn't truly a villain, if anything he is a victim and that jerk of a Finch is the root of it all.

Even if she is Scrooge's hero, but even he would need to accept that she was a insensitive woman who caused a child trauma that led him to grow-up cold and truly alone.

Yes Bradford made mistakes, but he was blinded.

He tried to keep chaos from going out of control, even if it meant doing something that would hurt a family, which he shouldn't of did and that had crossed a line.

I don't believe that Bradford was truly evil, he was just a broken soul who wanted to stop dangerous adventures and possibly save those like him from suffering the same trauma he suffered since his childhood.

No one has to agree with me, but I just feel that most villains have good in them.

And most of their trauma and suffering are caused by the good guys or the main hero/heroine.

Plus No Hero or Heroine should be above the consequences of damaging someone else's life,

Either they be another hero or villain or a neutral party.

Scrooge wasn't truly at fault for what happen to Della, but if you think about it, it was 100% Della's.

She could of not stole the ship, but she did. and it because she chose to listen to the one who told her of the surprise, she could of chose to ignore it and act surprise later, and not cause her family to end up they it did.

Scrooge didn't mean for to become lost in space, but he isn't excused for some truly heartless things he has done in the past because of his greed before he found the true greatest treasure, which is his family.

He hurt Magica, and I believe the reason why they had that fight so long ago in the series, is because she wanted to get him back for what happen to her brother.

Even if Louie made a good point, that his villains/enemies, made him a better person.

That still doesn't excuse him for purposely not helping someone who asked for help, even saying they give him anything if he help them.

The pain that Scrooge felt when he lost Della, was perhaps the same feeling that Magica felt when she lost her brother and never saw him again.

I believe that the Phantom Blot, might really be Mr Vanderquack, Bentina Beakley's son-in-law,

Who is now a widow, who lost his wife and Bentina's biological granddaughter, before Webby came along.

But the biological granddaughter could of survived, while Edna Beakley-Vanderquack did not.

the reason why Blot wants to destroy all magic and Magica,

might have to do with the fact that he lost his wife Edna and his child.

If the incident happen before Webby was born, then I think Pepper might really be Bentina's Granddaughter.

But all that is just a theory. if the story picks up in a Darkwing Duck Reboot and reveals that the theory about Phantom Blot being Mr Vanderquack, the widow of Edna, and Pepper being his long-lost daughter is true....then I guess I would be surprised.

But yeah back to the whole Isabella Finch, she is truly not as great as everyone makes her.

She caused Bradford to become who he is, and she couldn't see the damage it would cause later in his life.

Plus I believe that there was a reason why we saw a clone of Bradford, the real Bradford might of known what would happen if he faced Scrooge, so he used that ray thing that makes someone smart or dumb,

Shot it at his clone that looked 100% like him, then sent the clone to deal with Scrooge, while the Real Bradford himself sneaked away unseen by both sides.

If that theory is true, then maybe it will show it in the reboot of Darkwing Duck.

I hope some of you understand my view on Bradford, at first when it was revealed he was a part of FOWL, I did thought he was a villain. but after the episode that first showed that papyrus, and even showing a bit more of his past...but perhaps not all of it.

I don't view Bradford as someone who is evil, just someone who is deeply hurt and tried to do good but ended up hurting others in his quest to achieve it.

Yes he did wrong in his life, and he was blinded by his ambition that cost him in the end.

And we should try to remember, he wouldn't be that way if it wasn't for that insensitive Isabella Finch.

Once more, no one has to agree with my feelings about it. but I still find that Finch is my least favorite character in the Ducktales 2017 Continuum.

one of the tags for this is “True Monster” and to me,

Isabella Finch was the true monster.

Bradford was her victim, and she couldn’t see that her adventures that she dragged him on, was making him unhappy and would place stress, trauma and fear in his life, and making him go down a dark path just to keep the whole world safe.

Bradford wasn’t even truly evil, just broken and emotionally hurt.

which Della, Beakley, Scrooge and the rest of the family and friends couldn’t open their hearts and eyes enough to see.

it is possible the only one who could see it, was Magica.

because the way she said that he wasn’t a villain.

I can’t agree with the actions of those who are suppose to be “Good”

but end up hurting those who are just hurt themselves.

Discord didn’t even get a proper punishment,

he, Celestia and Luna just made the three scapegoats of his actions, get turned to stone, and Star Butterfly despite the fact that her and her family have misused magic for who knows how long of generations,

she chooses to move the blame from her Mother,

to magic itself, who let me remind you everyone, is not truly at fault, but those like Star and her family who wield it.

and if you misuse that power, it is your fault, not the source of the realm your magic comes from.

at least Lena was able to do better than what Star did, I still love SVTFOE

(and still hope to get a complete dvd collection of SVTFOE someday.)

and the last episode was still good, but I can’t agree with placing blame on magic, when it was Moon who misused it and caused so many lives to be in danger, and even ended up with Quirky dying.

Steven Quartz Universe, he went through trauma in his life that caused him to end up the way he turned out in Steven Universe Future.

I for one, love both the first series, the movie and Steven Universe Future.

the Steven Universe Future brought out some truth of Steven, that some can relate to and understand but maybe not fully.

because of what was revealed in Steven Universe Future,

about Greg’s past, I see him as both a Good and yet Bad person.

same with how Rose was during her life, as both when she was Pink Diamond,

and then when she reformed as “Rose Quartz”, which I still think that would make her a Trans-Gem, like gems who are normally be made one way, might feel like they are either a Rose Quartz, a Ruby or even a Zircon.

but the episode where we learn a bit more of Greg’s past, like how he felt about his parents and how he viewed their rules and how it seem like a prison to him.

but he might of only seen what he wanted to see, he might not of got the full picture growing up, and I had theorized that one of his parents could of been sensitive to loud music/sound, it is possible that Greg couldn’t understand.

Steven had a right to be mad at Greg, and even disappointed in him too.

Greg had cheered him up, and even made him happy finding out about his father’s old home.

but Greg made his son go back down to his lows again.

it was good that it was revealed that Steven is getting the help he needs.

when he corrupted himself, it was good that no one tried to hurt him

but hugged him when he needed that emotional support.

the kind that shows that those who are his family and friends, are there for him and are sorry they couldn’t see how much pain he was going through.

at times when a character who is normally a villain, and shows no sign of goodness in them (unlike Chrysalis, Cozy Glow and Tirek showed when they bonded in one episode....who had shown a side of good that was in them.)

they can’t be saved...

I wont force others to agree on my view on all this, just try to respect that is how I see it.

not all villains are evil, some end up being Anti-Villains,

just as how some heroes who aren’t always good, end up as Anti-Heroes.

even if Isabella Finch was long gone in the world of Ducktales 2017,

but to me she was the root of Bradford’s suffering and trauma.

and that makes her the woman behind the man, and the true villain.

now I am gonna just go and sign off and have me time.

I might sign back on later or tomorrow, it depends.

and I really hope some of you will understand how I view Bradford,

yes at first I thought of him as a villain after it turned out he was FOWL.

but then after seeing the other sides of him, I can’t help but understand he was misunderstood and he only wanted to protect the world from danger.

(he just ended up going about it the wrong way, and went too far in the wrong ways to achieve that peace.)

and his grandmother Isabella, Ludwig, Scrooge, everyone, including the rest of FOWL, couldn’t see that.

I hope that at least such a thing gets resolved in a darkwing duck reboot.

and the Bradford we saw in the very end, turned out to be one of his clones.

because I believe that Bradford deserved better, he was not born that way, he was made that way because of his so called grandmother, who couldn’t see that she was making him unhappy and causing him trauma.

well thanks for listening, and once again no one has to agree about my feeling about Bradford or Isabella Finch,

or the whole theory about Phantom Blot being Bentina’s son-in-law,

who she thought died along with her daughter and granddaughter....

well the granddaughter she had before taking Webby in.

see ya later and keep safe everybody.

#ducktales 2017 #bradford buzzard #isabella finch #theories #true monster

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relatablepicsofdarkwingduck · 4 years

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How much would I have to pay one of y’all artist types to make me a graphic that says trans rights in the darkwing duck logo style?

#tbd //#darkwing duck

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sanderssidesfanfiction · 3 years

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If There’s a Place I Could Be - Chapter Eighty One

If There’s a Place I Could Be Tag

July 16th, 1999

Remy glanced up from the back corner of the library as a girl laughed a little too close to comfort for him. His mom had let him come to the library on the condition that she be there (and monitor what he checked out, but neither of them acknowledged that), but he was allowed as much time as he wanted in the teen section. Which meant he could sneak in some magical-girl-manga-reading.

He checked to make sure his mom wasn’t around and continued to read. He loved this, probably a little too much for his own good, but he didn’t care right now. Right now, he just wanted to make sure the Sailor Scouts would get out of peril safely.

And maybe, one day, he’d find a place where he could rent out the books and not have to pray that no one checked out the one he was reading while he was gone.

February 14th, 2002

Remy looked over his list again, grumbling. That idea was too sappy, that one was too plain, that one didn’t have the right amount of sentimentality, the other one had too much! How hard could it be to find a proposal plan that worked?! Seriously, he was going insane figuring this out, and he hadn’t even decided on a ring, yet!

Maybe he should do that first? But no, he wanted the ring to fit the occasion too. Because Emile was a traditions sort-of guy, but Remy wasn’t. And he was pretty sure Emile would kill him if Remy bought Emile a diamond, but that meant the options for rings just grew.

“Decisions, decisions...” Remy grumbled, staring at the paper. He ran a hand through his hair and leaned back in his chair. He had no idea what he was going to do.

An idea struck him over the head in an instant. What if he proposed at Sleep Easy, once it was clear that the store was going to be a success? Opening day would also be dramatic, but Remy wanted to be sure that the store would do well, in case in the heat of the moment he made allusions to the success of the store relating to the success of their marriage. Yeah, that could work!

...Gay marriage would have to be legal for them to actually get married, but hey, they could probably invite their friends and Emile’s family to a ceremony even if the actual marriage part didn’t happen.

Remy smiled. Yeah, he could find a ring that he’d be willing to show off to the patrons of Sleep Easy in a ring box as he proposed to Emile. He could work with that...

He was rooting around in his desk for another piece of paper and a pen to write down more ideas when there was a knock at the office door. Remy turned with a smile to see Emile there. “Hey, stranger,” Remy said. “What’s up?”

“You’ve been in here for at least two hours. It’s Valentine’s Day. I demand attention,” Emile said, offering a playful smile.

“Oh, come on,” Remy said, letting his arms fall off the armrests of the chair. “You can’t even give me a couple hours to scheme something romantic for you before you want me back with you?”

“For me?” Emile said, moving closer.

Remy slammed the papers into his designated drawer of the desk and locked the drawer. “Uh, no, nuh-uh, you are not reading what this is about, mister!”

“Oh, I see, so you can get grumpy about me keeping the shop from you for literal months but the second I try to read something you wrote I’m not allowed to?” Emile teased.

Remy rolled his eyes. “I admitted you were right, that the shop was much better as a surprise. Same thing applies with this. You don’t want to know.”

Emile did an exaggerated pout before he grinned. “So, what’s up? Do you have the time to spare to pay attention to me?”

“Yes, honey, I can spend time with you,” Remy said, rolling his eyes and standing up, leading Emile out of the room. “What are you hoping to rope me into today?”

“Maybe a little...afternoon out?” Emile asked, grinning. “I’m willing to take you to the local comic shops to browse, maybe buy a few things that you’ve been eyeing for a while.”

Remy’s eyes lit up. “Ooh, really?”

“Mhm,” Emile agreed. “And then we could go out to dinner, and maybe afterwards we could head to the park, stargaze a bit, and have a little bit of time to ourselves this Valentine’s.”

“As opposed to every other day when we’re, what, surrounded by children?” Remy asked, amused.

“No, but we have outside worries, and things to focus on that aren’t each other,” Emile said with a shrug. “And I think just focusing on each other for a bit would be nice.”

“You’re right, that would feel good,” Remy agreed, smiling softly. “I’ve been way too caught up in my own head recently and I want to spend some quality time with you.”

“So what say you to going out and having some fun, girl?” Emile asked with a wink.

“I say...sounds perfect,” Remy said, kissing Emile’s cheek and grabbing his jacket.

Emile grinned and Remy let himself be led out to their car and got in the passenger’s seat. Emile got in the driver’s seat and started the car, a smile on his face. Remy frowned when instead of a left out of the neighborhood, Emile took a right. “This isn’t the way to the comics shop,” Remy said.

“Yes it is,” Emile said.

“No, Emile, I’ve driven there a thousand times, we make a left if we want to get there. Right is how we get out of the city,” Remy said.

Emile just grinned and continued to keep driving.

“Emile, I don’t understand you, and I hope you realize that when you realize you’re wrong, I will be saying I told you so,” Remy said.

“That’s fine,” Emile said, “Because I’m not wrong.”

Remy rolled his eyes and let Emile drive, arms crossed. He listened to the music on the radio, not really paying attention to anything until he noticed they were in the same city that they went to Pride last year. “Emile, where are we going?”

“I told you, we’re going to the comic book store.”

Remy shook his head. “No, seriously.”

“Seriously,” Emile said, pulling into a parking lot and parking the car. “We’re going to the comic book store.”

Remy blinked and got out of the car, looking at the small building in front of them. It didn’t look run down, but it wasn’t some top-of-the-line huge corporation either. Emile led Remy inside and Remy gaped. Wall to wall to wall and dozens of bookshelves were holding comics, graphic novels, and geekery of all kinds. “What?” he asked barely above a whisper. “What is this place?”

“I got on the subscription list for that comics startup you were interested in,” Emile said. “This is their first store. Obviously, they carry some of the bigger comics, but most of their stuff is local, start-up based, and queer.”

Remy looked around in awe. “Unbelievable,” he breathed. “Un. Believable. And you were going to tell me about this?”

“Yeah,” Emile said. “If you weren’t up for going out today I would have told you. But they only opened in January, I figured we should give them a little bit of time to stock everything.”

Remy nodded idly, already drifting towards the shelves upon shelves of comic books. He hesitantly reached for a couple before pulling his hand back and looking at Emile. “Don’t judge me?” he requested.

“Why would I judge you when I literally brought you here to geek out?” Emile asked.

“Because people can be arbitrarily mean and weird about my interests for whatever reason they can tangentially tie to it,” Remy said.

“I’m not people,” Emile said. “I’m your boyfriend.”

Remy considered that a moment, before reaching back to the comic and pulling it out. “I’ve been really wanting to read this series for a while.”

Emile looked at the cover, frowning. “What is it?”

“Think... Sailor Moon crossed with Darkwing Duck,” Remy said, a blush creeping up his face as he realized exactly how stupid that must sound.

“Magical girls crossed with a super-powered duck?” Emile asked skeptically.

“More like...magical girls crossed with found family and crime fighting. Darkwing Duck was the first thing I thought of that you might recognize.” Remy shrugged. “I know it sounds dumb...”

“You kidding me, Rem? That sounds really cool!” Emile exclaimed. “I didn’t take you to be one for magical girls, though.”

“I...well...I always had this guilty pleasure about it,” Remy admitted. “I always wanted that, in a way. The ability to have that confidence wearing a miniskirt.” He laughed weakly.

Emile didn’t. “I think we all have those,” Emile said. “Rem...”

Remy’s stomach sank. “Oh, I know that tone.”

“You’re really sure you’re not trans?” Emile asked, grimacing.

“I...I don’t...know...” Remy admitted. “I always get clocked as trans, I know this, you know this. I like wearing blouses and one day I want to be brave enough to try a dress or a skirt, go full drag. But I never really...” Tears were coming to his eyes. “I never really felt like a full woman for more than a day or so at a time. And the rest of the time I’m mostly happy being a guy. I don’t...I don’t want to be a woman. Not all the time. I just want to be...me. Whoever that is.”

Emile looked Remy up and down and said, “Okay.”

“Okay?” Remy repeated dumbly.

“Okay. You want to be you? Be you. Whether that’s a man, a woman, that non-binary thing we hear about at Pride, or a genderless blob. We can call each other boyfriends for simplicity’s sake if you want, but I won’t judge if you don’t want to be what everyone expects a man to be,” Emile hugged Remy tight as he continued, “I just want you to be happy, Rem. Forcing yourself to say you’re a guy all the time doesn’t make you happy. So if you just want to be Remy, then you absolutely can just be Remy. Not a guy, not a girl. Just you.”

Remy didn’t realize how much he wanted, or needed, to hear those words until he heard them, and he broke down crying. He clutched Emile’s shoulders, comics all but forgotten as he realized that he was safe here. He had a safety here that he hadn’t ever felt with any of his family, including Toby. He was free to be his one hundred percent authentic self, and he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have that.

When his tears finally dried, he took a step back from Emile, and he was beaming. “Let’s get these comics, I have a feeling that you’ll like them too,” Remy said, picking up the stack.

Emile smiled genuinely at Remy as he moved around the rest of the shelves, continuing to geek out for as long as they were there. Once they had purchased the comics Remy was interested in, they went to dinner at a sit-down restaurant (which Remy still had to remind himself would not break the bank, much as he worried otherwise), and they went to the local park as the sun was setting. The February air was brisk, but Emile laid out a blanket for the two of them to lie down on, and Remy got settled into Emile’s side, just a hair away from lying on top of him. No one would mistake them for simply being friendly like this, but Remy didn’t care.

“Tonight was nice,” Remy sighed. “I really, really loved it.”

“Good, I’m glad,” Emile said with a smile. “You know I love you, Rem.”

“I love you too, Emile,” Remy said back, a smile lacing his words.

“Hey, Rem?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to come to the next monthly meeting with Dice? It’s coming up at the end of the month...”

“That’s okay, Emile, I’m not too worried about it,” Remy said with a hand-wave, eyes never leaving the sky as the first few stars started twinkling. “If something important happens, I trust you to tell me, or at least...y’know, set up a surprise for me. You wouldn’t keep the information to yourself indefinitely.”

“You love Toby too much to let me get away with that, first of all,” Emile laughed. “Second of all, I love you. I want to see you happy. And I know, one-hundred percent, that this will make you happy. It might take some time and catching up and therapy, but this would be good for you, Rem. I don’t want to hold you back from that.”

“I love you too, I hope you know that.”

“Trust me. I know.”

#if there's a place i could be #sanders sides fanfiction #remile #emile picani #ts sleep

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fan-art-ic · 5 years

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can i get a woohoo?

if yall want me to draw a specific ducktale character as human lmk! donald design inspired by @transcaballeros, and i put together an art id under the read more

First image:

Huey Dewey and Louie are brown-skinned kids with vitiligo around their mouths and on their forearms. They have short brown hair, but Louie bleaches his and Dewey partially dyes his blue. Huey is wearing a red cap a red polo khakis and timbs. Louie is wearing a green hoodie, adidas joggers, and socks with $$$ on them. dewey is wearing a blue tshirt with the sleeves rolled, a black belt, scuffed blue jeans rolled up, and white socks and sneakers. There are three sketches, 1. of Louie laying on the ground with his arms up with the word OTTOMANS above. 2. Dewey is yelling “I DISRESPECT YOUR BRIDGE GOATMAN”. 3. Huey is the meme of the girl trying to explain something and Louie and Dewey are the other part of the meme. the text above Huey says “Huey trying to explain how the first McDuck’s club/cane exists if it’s a paradox”

Second Image:

Top left is a colored doodle of Webby, a tan kid with black hair and a pink hair bow. She is wearing a purple skirt and a pink tshirt (over a white button up) that says “I vanquish ghosts for breakfast”. Top right is a camera-esque drawing of Webby (sans pink tshirt and in her blue sweater vest) and Dewey saying “WELCOME BACK TO DUKBERG UNSOLVED”. Bottom left is a full body drawing of Webby, showing that with the purple skirt she also wears pink leggings and black combat boots and she is holding a grappling gun. Bottom right depicts “Webby Vanderquack’s Adventure Backpack” which is a pink with purple trim backpack with a lesbian and a minecraft pin. There is rope, a first aid kit, a bottle of water, duct tape, Cliff bars, and her grapple gun depicted.

Third image:

Top left is a colored drawing of a young adult Donald, a brown-skinned man with vitiligo around his mouth and white hair, wearing his Navy officer uniform. Bottom left is a drawing of Donald smiling and saying “Careful, kids” while holding a rootbeer and wearing a “Fuck Frick Billionaire Lives” tshirt and blue jeans. On the right is a full body drawing of Donald, in a sailors longs sleeve shirt, khakis, and white and yellow sneakers, asking “Are you scheming again?” to Louie, dressed in same clothing as first picture, replying “WHAAAAT, NOOO, Of Course Not, Uncle Donald”

Fourth image:

On the left is a full body drawing of Donald saying “...Scrooge” to Uncle Scrooge, an elderly white man with vitiligo around the face and white hair, who has glasses and is wearing a white button down a red and black robe dark grey slacks and brown shoes with black spats over. He says back “...Nephew.” To the top right is a drawing of a young adult Donald and Scrooge yelling at each other, D: “HOW COULD YOU BE SO STUPID?” S: “THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN” D: “TELL THAT TO THE KIDS”. On the bottom right there is a sketch of a child Donald holding a map and a younger Scrooge ruffling his hair. Scrooge is missing the robe but has suspenders on, and is saying “Nice one, laddie” to which Donald says “Thanks, Uncle Scrooge”

Fifth image:

Top left is a bust doodle of Launchpad McQuack, a half-Irish Jewish man with curly hair, saying “You could be Darkwing!” Drake Mallard, a trans half-latino half-white man in the Darkwing Duck costume and is blushing, replies “You really think so?” To the top right is a doodle of Drake pulling Launchpad down for a kiss by his jacket collar. On the bottom is a colored drawing of Launchpad, wearing a black shirt, patching up a wounded Drake, shirtless but wearing the bottom half of his Darkwing outfit. L: “You gotta be more careful, Drake” D: “I know” L: “I just...I just get worried sometimes” D: “I know...I’m sorry, LP”

#ducktales #human ducktales #drakepad #donald duck #huey dewey and louie #my art

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masked-mallards · 4 years

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Masked Mallards, the Multiverse, and Everything else

Back in Primeverse

Negaduck-Prime sat tapping his fingers on the table. He came into the interrogation room with questions of his own. It didn’t make sense to him. There was only one Negaverse, and only one Negaduck. The fact that Negawing had suggested otherwise angered him. There was something else to, the Negaverse, that the geezer clone mentioned, was mostly ruled by a Nega-Scrooge McDuck with Sanitatem-Negaduck's father by his side. It was much like his world. Except, Scrooge took the title of Dictator instead of King and Negaduck's father’s name was Simon not Sergei.

“I don’t buy it,” Negaduck said irritability. “The is only one Negaverse, besides if there was more than one, how come I and De Spell didn’t pass through any of them while on the trans-dimensional train?” “Simple,” Negawing answered in his 2nd personality. “The train is designed to travel to the posi-side of any given universe and skips its Negaverse. The Negaduck clones, like you, we're too caught up in their agendas to notice your presence in their world.” Negawing saw that Negaduck was still not convinced and rolled his eyes. “Come on,” he said. “You had to at least notice that some of the Darkwing clones recognized you. Darkwing Doubloon sure did.”

“The pirate?” Darkwing asked. “He sees himself as a privateer, but yes," Negawing answered. “We met him after the Darkwing Crisis. Doubloon often had run-ins with a yellow-clad pirate bearing the title Dread Pirate Negaduck.” Negaduck-Prime cut in. “Let me guess, you were there to mark off your little hit list.” The older clone smirked. “Yep,” he responded. “Sailed around with Doubloon for the better part of a year to do so. Tossed the Posi-Megavolt into the ocean, he short-circuited and drowned. Of Course, Doubloon took issue with it. He wanted Megavolt to face justice for his crimes. Still don’t see why though, The Caribbean-Verse “justice” would have him hanged him anyway.”

“Because it is a due process of law.” The 1st personality answered. “If we had waited until we got back to the mainland, they would have killed him for us, and it would have been clean.” Negawing gave himself a look of contradiction. “Look Mr. Proficient, you and I both know that we can’t take the risk that they would be stupid enough to let the rat rot in a cell. Besides, even if they did, we have to waste more time in that world sailing back with Darkwing Doufool to make sure. We had confirmed that our main target wasn’t even there”. Negawing was about to say something against his 2nd personality again but decided against it. “You might be right, but still there is a system for a reason. We must follow the law where we can.”

Darkwing Prime was confused. Negawing had talked about killing the pirate Megavolt as if it wasn’t a big deal, even though Megavolt Prime was listening to him in the other room. Yet, he wanted to wait at first to follow the laws of the land. Why would a coldhearted killer do something like that? There was something else that didn't sit right with him. Negawing's account with Darkwing Doubloon suggests that he had completed the list before, and if that is true, just how many Megavolts and other unfortunate souls did he kill up until his arrival in Primeverse? “So...” Drake started, wanting to get back on track. “Where were we...”

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Posi-Sanitatem

45 years ago

St. Canard.

Negaduck and the soldier landed in another ally with a thud. The soldier's helmet fell off, and into Negaduck's lap. Inside, was the name Reid Talon etched in white thread. Talon got up quickly, the chicken snatched up his helmet from the duckling, put it on. He looked around for a second bewildered, then glowered at Negaduck. “Did you think that light show was going to save you?” he barked. “How did you do that anyway?” he pointed his rifle at the duckling. Negaduck laughed to himself in his head. It wasn’t common knowledge that the Multiverse existed. He tucked the small pup away in his coat pocket and reached for the chainsaw he had managed to keep hold of.

Before he got its engine running a small figure jumped up a wrapped his arms around Reid’s collar. It was another duckling, he was in a school uniform, had blue eyes, and was around the same age as Negaduck. “Don’t know who you are mister.” He said. “But having a gun in this area is strictly prohibited, but seeing how you came out of that warp hole you probably didn’t know that.” The unknown duckling removed the chicken’s helmet and bashed it against his head. Talon fell to the ground unconscious and the duckling landed on his feet.

He approached Negaduck, and Negaduck got a better look at his face. The duckling bared a striking resemblance to himself. A raven flew down from one of the building, it was Poe, Magica’s brother. “Negaduck!” he exclaimed. “What are you doing here?! Magica de Spell told you explicitly not to come here!” The small raven landed on his head. “It’s not like I had much of a choice!" Negaduck said to the raven, gesturing to the incapacitated soldier on the ground. Nega- Poe flew down from his head and expected the chicken. "It is going to be a while before he comes to." He said.

The other duckling spoke up, “So you’re the yellow champion Magica De Spell was talking about, my name is Drake Mallard, your counterpart.” He went silent. “Sorry about the warp hole, I was practicing forming portals to the Negaverse, didn’t expect for something to come out the other end." Drake reached out his hand for Negaduck to shake it. The yellow-clad duckling took his offer and shook it. "So, you can form portals other worlds?” Negaduck asked. “Not exactly,” Drake answered. "Only between Posi and Nega Sanitatem, I can find them too." Poe moved and sat on Drake's head.

"Come now boys," he barked and pointed his wing toward Talon. "This isn't the place to have this conversation." Drake turned pale and started shooing Poe off his head. "Poe!” he shouted. “You know I don’t like when you sit up there, get off!" Poe flew away from Drake and landed on a nearby park bench. "Seriously this again," Poe responded in a deadpan. "Has your O.C.D turned you into a germaphobe?" Drake turned slightly red. "No, it hasn’t!” Drake said angerly. “And its C.D.O! I don’t know where your feet have been.” Drake and Negaduck exited alleyway. Poe moved to the top of Negaduck’s head and nested in his hair.

“See,” Poe said trying to prove a point. “Negaduck doesn’t complain, do you have any idea how much energy it takes to keep up with the both of you?” Negaduck reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the pup. “True,” He responded. “However, you get no free rides.” He handed the small puppy to Poe. “I need you to watch pipsqueak until I can find my way back to the Negaverse.” Poe looked at the small Doberman, he gently took the pup from Negaduck and tucked him under his wing. “Fine,” he said. “have it your way.” Now that the dog was taken care of, Negaduck took a look around, to take in the Posi- St. Canard.

The city was a busy metropolis full of people. It was not in shambles like his own world and was still under the rule of the Anasian government. It was as if the Anasian War never happened and St. Canard went on without a care. Negaduck watched as a woman argued with a local street bender about having to pay a 1.00 for a hotdog. An elephant throwing a fit because he missed the bus. Negaduck felt a ping of disgust for it and its first world problems.

As much as Negaduck wanted to stay due to his curiosity, he needed to get back to the Nega-Sanitatem. If Poe is here, Magica de Spell can't be far. The last thing, he wanted, was a lecture from her about his disobedience. Negaduck often practice quadworth magic on his own, which angered the witch when she caught him. Magic was a strict mentor and, like Douglass, was paranoid and did like didn't like Negaduck traveling the Multiverse without her or Poe. This often led to arguments between Negaduck and De Spell. However, with an abrupt tap of her staff, the duckling would admit defeat and even sometimes apologize. The only time Negaduck backed down from a fight was with the old witch. He might be a quadworth, but he knew his limits.

He felt around his pocket for his red talisman that could help him find a way out of Posi-Sanitatem. However, it wasn’t there. Negaduck walked back into the alleyway and searched the ground for it, Drake followed. The red device was nowhere in sight. “Crap, it's gone.” Negaduck said. “What is?” Drake asked. “A red talisman De Spell gave to me to find warp holes,” Negaduck explained. “Pff, you don’t need that,” Drake said with confidence and pride. “You’ve got me, I can find warp holes remember.” Negaduck looked at his egotistical copy. He was glad he was a humble duck, then again Herb and Douglass had always told him otherwise, and he relished the praise he got as “The Yellow Devil”.

“Can you find any?” Negaduck asked. Drake looked around, walked from one end of the alley to the other. “No, not here.” He answered. “Nega- Magic De Spell is probably at camp, maybe she can help. I'll keep an eye out for warp holes though we are unlikely to find any.” Negaduck didn’t like the idea of coming clean to Magica about having lost his talisman......again. “Let’s just look around town, we don’t need her help.” Drake frowned he didn’t approve of Negaduck avoiding the easy way back home. Poe spoke up Drake could. “No, you can’t weasel your way out of this one young man. You know as well as we do that you need to get back to the Negaverse post haste." The yellow-clad duckling glowered at the raven. Poe continued.

"Hey, don't give that look, you were being careless today, as usual, seriously one day your irresponsible behavior is going to get you killed one day." Negaduck opened his mouth to protest, but the raven was right. Going to see Magica was necessary if he wanted to get home. “Fine,” Negaduck said defeated. “So, where is this camp anyways?” Drake answered. “The camp is in the entertainment district of St. Canard. I live there with my Aunt Shera; she is the contortionist for the circus in residence Cirque Du Duck.”

Negaduck vaguely remembered Nega- Shera, Sergei’s aunt and she wanted nothing to do with her nephew’s family. She was utterly convinced that we consorted with demons to gain the power of a quadworth. Shera was half right; Sergei was working for Nega-Scrooge Mcduck after all. Before the Anasian War, Shera was a big shot actress, that spoke out against Mcduck. A few days later a plane crashed into her home, it was declared an accident but Negaduck knew better. Sergei wouldn't lift a finger to help his family, he probably even gave the order. If Drake was living with Shera, what happened to Posi – Sergei, and Ziptonia? Negaduck pushed the thought from his mind, it wasn't his business. The trio left the alley and a sleeping Reid Talon.

On their way to the cirque camp, Drake explained his family had been in Cirque Du Duck for 3 generations. He was nothing more than a busboy for now, but when he was older, he joined the troop as an illusionist and stunt performer. Drake had a thing for theatrics, the alure of the dark and mysterious fascinated him. Shera however, wanted him to have a stable and safe life. She thought he could do better than the circus life. She and Magica De Spell often argued about his future. “Frankly, I don’t believe fate, I barely believe in magic,” Drake said. “I just want to be a performer.” Poe frowned. “You and Negaduck are going get used to the fact that you have a destiny in this Universe." He said. "Besides, your aunt and Magica only want you to get out of the business after what happened with your parents.”

Negaduck looked at is counterpart who went silent. “Dad did the right thing,” Drake responded sounding somewhat proud. “My mother... well was my mother.” his tone turned sour No one said a word for the rest of the trek to the camp. Negaduck wonder what had happened. Drake seemed to be a happy guy, yet mentioning his mother, put a damper on his mood. Sergei Mallard was apparently a good person, and Ziptonia wasn’t even in the picture. This didn’t surprise him though, the Negaverse and the Posiverse mirrored each other. The roles might be the same, but the people are not. Negaduck guess their parents and dislike of destiny was a way they were alike. After a couple of hours, they had reached the camp.

Camp Cirque Du Duck was a bustle of activity, stagehands and performers running to and froe, tents and large R.V.s, cages, and pens filled with animal Negaduck hadn't seen in a long time. At the center of the camp was a fire pit with a small fire going. A small rat sat on a log and turned to see Drake and the others. He was wearing the same uniform as Drake was and wore a large pair of glasses. He hopped off the log and made his way to them. “Drake,” he said. “I didn’t know you had a twin.” “He's not my brother Elmo, he's my cousin from out of town, Negan.” Poe had made it clear to both Drake and Negaduck, that the existence of the Negaverse is a secret. They came up with a story in case it came up. Though Negaduck would have preferred to use his name, he could see why going around as “Negaduck” was a bad idea. He certainly wasn’t to go around as Jim!

“Hello, my name is Elmo Sputterspark,” the rat introduced himself. “Your, aunt is looking for you Drake, you know how she is when your late, she’s at your trailer.” Drake looked at his watch. “Oh, I better check in with her,” Drake responded. He looked over to Negaduck, he seemed distracted by the activity in the camp. “Do you mind taking Negan to see Magica De Spell.” He continued. “We have arranged for him to stay with her while he visits for a few days.” Negaduck's wandering mind snapped back to real-time, he had forgotten why they were here in the first place. "Yes, I’d like to know where she’s set up.” Negaduck answered. “Sure,” Elmo said. He looked around for a moment then checked what looked like a phone. “Was he waiting for something?” Negaduck thought. With a wave goodbye, Drake left and made his way across the camp.

Drake entered the camper, it was empty. Elmo had said that Shera was here. So, where is she? He took this as an opportunity to change his clothes. He now sported a purple plaid shirt over a black T-shirt with blue jeans. Drake wandered to the other end of the trailer. The trailer was filled with old photos and posters. Mostly of Shera, Sergei, and Drake. There were none of his mothers. Drake sat a desk in a corner near the front seat. Aside from bills, and stray paper, a framed diploma sat on the left side. It was a doctorate awarded to Sergei D. Mallard. Still no sign of Shera. Drake helped himself to organize her bills and notes. A small sheet of notebook paper fell to the floor. He picked it up and read it. His face grew pale, and he checked his calendar. After thumbing through and find today's date, he darted to the exit.

Elmo had lied to him, to get him to leave the firepit. Every year the beagle boys came to collect protection money. They had made it clear that they mean business 5 years ago. Unfortunately, the cirque can’t pay up this year. Drake grabbed his crossbow he had used to practice his stunts and magic. Today, someone was going to get hurt. Everyone knew the Beagles meant business target. This is probably why Elmo sent him on a goose chase back home, and why he helped Negan find Magica's tent on the east end of the camp. The Cirque does what it can to protect its own. When Magica moved in and for told of the world's end, they became increasingly protective of Drake. They were superstitious folk. He was tired of people trying to protect him, now it was his turn to return the favor.

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Ziptonia thought she married a big shot doctor, not a small-time physician. She had met Sergei in college and saw the success he could be, and a rich wife he could make her. The young Ziptonia wasted no time wooing Sergei Mallard, and by the end of the year, they were wed. Ziptonia was right, Sergei became a phenomenal doctor, and could have become a surgeon of some renown. However, once Sergei learned that Ziptonia was pregnant, he thought it would be best to stay close to home and raise their child close to family. Ziptonia was angered by this, the life she had pictured for herself was gone, because of a runt. Sergei became the Cirque Du Duck's physician.

Ziptonia became an alcoholic after Drake was born. She would have done it sooner hadn't Sergei prevented her from doing so while pregnant with Drake. The mother wanted nothing to do with the child and ignored him whenever she could, at one point she had "accidentally" almost dropped his egg off the roof of the Fun House. Ziptonia also began to spend money she didn’t have a, borrowed from Posi- F.O.W.L., and wasted it at the casino. She often stole from funds that Sergei had set aside for Drake and from the Cirque, to feed her gambling addiction. Eventually, Sergei had enough and divorced her. She left the Cirque, leaving Sergei and Drake, and never came back.

5 years later.

An arrow hit the target dead in the center. Drake had been practicing all morning. The boy was alone in the training yard, he just finished the mound of homework that had been given to him. Otherwise, Shera wouldn’t let him practice. She and his dad have told him that his circus life was short term. That he had a chance to be more than a sideshow act. Drake never saw eye to eye with them on it. Sergei wanted to give him the best education possible, so he had started enrolling him in a private school. He was currently taking extra shifts at the E.R. to pay for Drake’s tuition. Even with the Sanitatem Trance, there were still fatal accidents and stupid decisions made, so the facilities were necessary. Sergei often didn’t get home until late.

Drake took up archery and began to practice stage magic. Ever since Nega- Magica de Spell joined the troop as a fortune teller and spoke of his destiny. De Spell insisted that he have skills other than quadworth magic. Drake hated the idea of destiny but didn't mind learning a different skill set. He wanted to be apart of the troop, so he took up the two skills. The young duckling always felt a ping of satisfaction when performing illusions or hitting the target. Aside from that, he learned Muay Thai from Goose Lee, another member of Cirque Du Duck. Drake, try as he might, never cold fully master the martial art and Lee constantly reminded him of it. The duckling never earned his black belt.

Magica had said that he was to be Posi-St. Canard’s guardian. He intended to do so, nothing happened in St. Canard where a quadworth was needed. None the less, the witch trained him anyway. Drake could form portals to the Sanitatem Negaverse; however, he was never allowed to enter. Magic De Spell had made it clear to him that it was forbidden for him to go there. When he asked why she simply stated that he needs to stay here, for now, it wasn't time to travel to the Negaverse just yet.

Sergei was a quadworth like his son. He could warp anywhere in Posi- Sanitatem, but it did take a lot out of him the further he teleported away from St. Canard. He had told drake once, that like him he was to protect the city since the extradimensional activity was very low, he became a doctor instead, to help those who really need it. The idea of Drake being able to warp to other, dangerous worlds, put the father on edge and he became very protective. He often pestered Magica, to make sure she was doing everything in her power to prepare him to save the world. Sergei was also the one who got Goose Lee to train Drake in self-defense. He wanted nothing left to chance.

Drake turned to the next 3 targets and fired his arrows. All landed near the center of the other their mark. Someone clapped slowly behind him. Drake turned to see a large beagle accompanied by the cirque’s owner Bart T. Ratcliff. The small elderly rat seemed nervous. The beagle approached the boy “You’re a nice shot,” he said. “Ever considered joining the Beagle Boys? We could use your skill in our numbers.” Drake stepped away from the Beagle. “No, and what idiot would go around telling a complete stranger that they are in a gang?” The Beagle did nothing, though he looked like wanted to bash the duckling’s head in. Ratcliff coughed. “Mr. Thick Beagle, you are here to talk nothing more." Thick glowered at the ringmaster but took his advice anyway.

“Sorry, gramps.” He responded. “I just wanted to meet Ziptonia’s kid, that’s all.” Drake was not surprised that the criminal knew of his mother. He never met her, she left before he hatched. Besides, she made it clear to him, that she wanted nothing to do with her son. Drake had sent her a letter when he was younger, and Ziptonia sent it back unopened. The last he heard, she was deep in debt and was a regular at the St. Canard prison for public intoxication. He only knew this because his father bailed her out once.

“Come, Drake,” Ratcliff instructed. “We are holding an emergency meeting, your father will be there, go find him.”. Drake did as he was told and made his way to the firepit. It was packed full of people and members of the Beagle Boys. Everyone in the cirque had come to attend, they looked worried. Drake found Sergei amongst the crowd with Shera, he was angry. Drake had never seen him this mad before, let alone something that would take him away from the hospital. Sergei's eyes locked on Drake as the child approached. He reached out and held him close protectively with an iron grip.

Ratcliff was in the center of the firepit. A small young female beagle met him there, Thick was with her. "Everyone is accounted for Ma," Thick said. "Good," Ma Beagle said before she turned to speak with Ratcliff. "I've done as you asked," the elderly rat menaced. "Release my grandson." Ma Beagle motioned to the crowd; two beagles appeared with Elmo in their claws. They let him go and he ran straight to his grandfather's arms. Ma didn't understand why people would do anything to help their families. They are meant to be assets. She turned her attention to the unsettled crowd.

“I am sure you are wondering why I had you gathered around the fire pit.” She said in a loud authorize voice. “I’m here on behalf of my patron, and you will be seeing a lot more of me.” She paused. “I am sure you all remember Ziptonia,” Sergei tighten his grip on Drake’s arm as Ma beagle mentioned the gold digger. “For the past 3 years, Ziptonia amassed an enormous debt from my employer. However, instead of paying it off, she disappeared for a while." Ma Beagle walked to the other side of the pit, looking around her. "They found her two days ago in a shack dead. "the beagle continued in an annoyed tone. Murmurs rose from the crowd. Drake looked at his father. He was somewhat saddened by the news, but not enough to cry.

The small beagle waited for the talking to stop before she spoke again.” Normally, we would collect the debt from the remaining kin.” Sergei and Sheri looked at each other, then to Drake. They were worried, Ziptonia never truly left their lives. “However, my employers thought of a better way to collect their money, and put this tourist trap to good use.” Ratcliff glowered at the beagle; he didn't like where she was going. Ma Beagle ignored the rat and continued. "Your location in St. Canard is ideal for our smugglers to trade of items, have discreet meetings, and lay low for a while, etc." She turned to Ratcliff. "Give me the deed to Cirque Du Duck, the debt will be forgiven and you can go back to your lives cleaning peanut for the most part." She paused. "They are only making this offer once.”

Sergei, not wanting to lose his home to thugs, let go of Drake, and rushed to the fire pit in a huff. “Bart,” he said. “Don’t take their offer, this is our problem you don’t have to do this,” Ma peered at the Mallard. “This is between me and the rat,” she growled. “Then again we can use the service of a doctor in our mist." Sergei turned his attention to the beagle half his size. "We will pay off the debt, but we are going to do it legally!” He hissed. The two grimaced at each other and began to argue. Ratcliff motioned Elmo to join the crowd. He did so and ran to find Drake and Sheri. Elmo's and Drake's families had been friends for years.

Ratcliff waved his hand, Ma and Sergei went silent. “I assume you have made your decision,” Ma beagle said. “Preferably the right one.” Ratcliff jabbed his cane at Ma Beagle. “Sergei is a valued member of Cirque Du Duck we take care of our own. However, he's right, and we will not perform illegal activity to pay off the debt." Ma Beagle glowered at the elderly ringmaster, who peered back to show he was not intimidated. "You can tell your employer they will not get a single penny out of me or the Mallards!” Ratcliff smirked. “Besides, Scrooge McDuck is our benefactor, and I doubt you want him on your tail! Now get off my property before I have you removed!”

Ma Beagle seemed calm about Ratcliff’s rejection of her proposal. “Your right,” she said. “but, if I had to pick between McDuck and My boss, I’d pick the ladder.” She swatted Ratcliff’s cane away and turned to address the crowd. “Since your leader has refused my patron’s offer, we have to resort to plan B.” Ma Beagle smirked as she spoke. "From this day forward, Cirque Du Duck will pay the Beagle Boys protection money every year to pay off the debt and then some." The small beagle shoved a banknote into Ratcliff's hand. Ratcliff raised an eyebrow. He and Sergei studied the note then directed their attention to Ma beagle.

“I believe I had made myself clear,” he said. “I will not change my stance on the matter.” Ma Beagle scoffed, “Stop acting like you have a choice, I am not going back to my employers with nothing. They are not the forgiving type.” Black smoke began to rise from one of the Haunted House and screams were heard from its direction. Beagles came running from the entrance with gasoline tanks and bloodied crowbars. Ratcliff and Sergei darted to the fire. The crowd began to disperse, either fleeing or going to find water to put out the fire. Drake followed Ratcliff and his father, fighting through the frightened crowd. Shera and tried to nab Drake before he could get away but grabbed Elmo who tried to follow suit.

Drake caught up with them in front of the source of the fire. The building belonged to the Macawbers, another sideshow act at the cirque who ran the haunted house. Outside the tent was Nega-Magica De Spell holding a two-year-old Morgana Macawber. Morgana was sound asleep, unaware of everything going on around her. Other residences of the cirque began to arrive with buckets of water but were blocked off by Beagle Boys with bats and crowbars. Magica turned to Ratcliff. "The thugs rushed in a battered most of the people inside!" She said. “I dispatched most of them, however, a few got away and set the house on fire in their escape.”

Orange flames rose from the building. Sergei ran toward the blaze, Drake grabbed him by his arm. “What are doing?!” Drake exclaimed. Sergei yanked his arm free of his son. “Drake!” the overprotective father yelled. “Go find Shera and stay with her, this is no place for a child.” Drake disregarded his father’s command. “It no place for you either,” he replied. Sergei grabbed the boy by the shoulders. “What would you have me do?” Sergei asked. “Not run into fire, even with Santarem Trance you could....” his voice trailed off. “If I don’t, they will," Sergei answered. Sergei pushed his son aside and ran toward the haunted house.

Magica nabbed Drake by the back of his collar with her free hand, when he began to follow Sergei into the blaze. Sergei tore of the wooden bars the Beagle Boys use to trap the family inside. Thick and Ma Beagle arrived on the scene, to watch their handy work, Ratcliff saw them and scurried over. He pleaded for them to let the cirque douse the fire, but they merely laughed at him. “I told you,” Ma Beagle said in a smug tone. “I only made the offer once”. The house exploded with Sergei and the rest of the Macawbers inside. De Spell instinctively tucked both Morgana and Drake under her cloak at the sound of the bang. Everyone was knocked to the ground by the blast.

Drake's ears rang with the sound of the explosion, and his vision became blurry. Magica was trying to tell him something, but he could not hear over the ringing. He looked around his surroundings. Ma Beagle and Thick were jumping around excitedly and hollering. Ratcliff was in a state of shock, other members of the cirque troop ran past him with buckets of water to stop the fire from spreading. Morgana had woken up and was crying. Shera and Elmo arrived, Elmo ran to his grandfather and tried to pull him together. Shera made her way to Drake and the others.

It was faint, but Drake could hear her yelling as his hearing came back.” Drake! Drake!” she said. “Are you O.K.!? Where is your father?!” Drake couldn’t speak, all he could do was look at the raging inferno. He looked at the ground, trying not to cry. His father was a hero, he was going to come out on top an save the Macawbers. Shera wrapped Drake in her arms as De spell soothed Morgana. Drake waited for what seemed like hours before he realized that his father wouldn’t be coming back. His tears burned down his cheeks, and he buried his face into Shera’s chest. The Beagles departed as the fire died done. All that remained was ash.

Ratcliff and Ma Beagle had a little chat the day after. It was clear to him now that if he didn't comply with their demands, the Beagle Boys would cause another tragedy in service to their unnamed employer. Every year on the anniversary of the Deaths of the Macawbers and Sergei Mallard, they come to collect the protection money from Ratcliff, and took anything they wanted from the cirque. Morgana was the only survivor of the Macawbers. Nega -Magica De Spell took her in. Ratcliff cut ties with McDuck. The old-timer didn't want McDuck to find out and call the police, making the situation worse.

Drake lived with Shera now, and she became more adamant about Drake leaving the cirque when he was old enough. Magica De Spell offered a safe haven, but Shera Mallard refused. His Aunt wanted him to abandon the practice of quadworth magic and have a simple safe life. She and Magica argued a lot. Shera didn't care about St. Canard or the possible end of the world. She just wanted her only remaining relative to be safe. Magica convinced her, that if Drake didn't fill the role of the Purple Champion, no one will be safe.

As the year’s past, the cirque slowly became bankrupt without the backing of McDuck, and couldn’t meet the Beagle’s demand this year. The people of St. Canard heard rumors of Cirque Du Duck being a partner of the Beagle Boys, and its reputation suffered. Drake had enough. He was tired of everyone trying to protect him and treating him like he was helpless. He could fiend for himself and protect others. Sergei laid down his life to protect his home and he intended to do the same. No one was going to suffer at the hands of the Beagle Boys again. He was going to protect everyone, even if it meant going against Shera and Magica, and getting dangerous.

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Drake hustled to the fire pit; the Beagles always picked up the cash there. When he arrived, there wasn't a soul in sight. He let out a groan of frustration, no one was where they're supposed to be. Elmo had known Drake had planned to take action this year, he and Ratcliff would do anything to not have the repeat to the Macawber house fire. An ear-piercing scream came from the east side of the camp followed by shouts. Drake started to run in that direction. He was worried that he might be too late.

A little earlier

Elmo and Negaduck made their way to the east end of the camp. The rat looked over Negan. Drake never mentioned a cousin before. Elmo looked around again then to his communications device. He was nervous, the Beagle Boys hadn’t responded to him since he told them that the Cirque Du Duck couldn’t make quota this year. Elmo was considered a child genius and had the know-how to rival any electrical engineer. However, he was known to have sticky fingers, and shoplifted items to further his own projects. The Beagles took notice and put the 15-year-old on their payroll. However, Elmo only agreed to join, to be eyes and ears of Ratcliff. He never forgot the damage the caused to his family and friends. Besides, the money he gained from the Beagle Boys, helped pay them off every year.

When they made it to the east end of the camp, Thick was there with other beagles armed with guns and bats. “Thick what are you doing here?” Elmo asked. “I thought we were to meet at the fire pit like every year.” Thick left the group of Beagles “Sparky,” Thick addressed Elmo playfully. “We were wondering where you were, sorry if this is short notice,” he paused when he saw Negaduck. Thick handed a crowbar to a startled Elmo. “Ma doesn’t trust you enough you see, said you tell everyone at the cirque our plan.” Thick’s expression turned serious.

“The Cirque Du Duck didn’t pay their can’t pay their dues this year. So we are going take possession of anything we want.” This is your chance to prove her wrong. Your gonna help us reteach these clowns what happens when they don’t pay the Beagle Boys.” Elmo stared at the crowbar then back at Thick. Some of the Beagles snickered. Poe took flight with the Negaduck’s pup in his talons and vanished into the crowd. Elmo could feel the eyes of the beagles and the crowd that began to form. He began to tremble. “I...” Sputterspark stuttered. “I support the gang...bu..but...I..ca..cant...”

Thick’s faced darkened. “Ma was wrong,” he growled. “She thought you would be a traitor, but you’re a coward.” The large beagle lowered his gaze to Negaduck. “I bet you even brought Ziptonia’s brat as a peace offering!” he barked. Elmo wanted to run, but he couldn’t abandon Negan to the mercy of the Beagles. He grabbed Negan's arm and was prepared bolt. Negan, however, didn't move an inch, when Elmo faced the duckling, he was surprised to see him looking directly at Thick. The expression on Negan's face was smug and was daring Thick. Thick scoffed. “Well, well, little Drakey has come out to play," Thick said under the impression that he was talking to Drake. "Haven't seen you in 5 years, your aunt and that witch always make sure you're not around. Come to get your revenge?"

Thick approached Negaduck and put his hand on his shoulder. “Tell me, Mallard," he said tauntingly. "Do you even have the guts to stand up to me? The rest of your cirque family sure don’t. Don’t even remember the last time someone stood up to the Beagle Boys?” The last thing Thick saw was Negaduck's pointy teeth and a metal glint before the sound of an engine starting. Negaduck pulled his chainsaw in an upward swing and severed Thick's arm from his body. Thick fell backward holding his wound. Elmo jumped back, away from Negan. “What the hell is wrong with you!” The rat exclaimed as he rushed over to Thick. “Do you have any idea of who this is?!” Thick’s panicked screams attracted the attention of the nearby beagles and startled onlookers. Negaduck walked up to Thick and Elmo, his chainsaw still running.

“Looks like someone whose mother wasn’t wrong when she named him “Thick”. Negaduck said in a superior tone. The duckling knelt to Thick's eye level. Thick glowered at the bold duck. “For starters,” Negaduck continued. “I’m not Drake Mallard, I’ am Negan. Secondly, I don’t take kindly to threats.” A large shadow rose from behind Negaduck. He dodged to the left as a crowbar came down. The other beagles formed a protective circle around Thick. Two of them scooped him up and the remaining 5 had their attention on Negaduck. “You will pay for that!” A beagle with a bat shouted. “Yeah,” another beagle responded with a rifle in his hand. “Nobody attacks Thick Beagle and gets away with it!”

The Beagle with a rifle took aim at Negaduck, Elmo tackled him causing him to miss. “No!” he shouted. The rat didn’t want blood on his hands. All hell broke loose and the beagles charged Negaduck. Negaduck blocked an incoming bat with the broadside of the chainsaw and kicked its wielder away. A medium-sized dog came at him from the side with a machete. The duckling turned his attention toward him. He sidestepped out of the way of the dog’s blade and brought down the saw diagonally upon his left shoulder. The doge’s head and right arm flew from his body. Negaduck peered at the horrified beagle to his right. The short beagle dropped his crowbar and ran. “Coward!” Negaduck yelled after him. The ducking’s attention was now on the thin beagle on the ground. He had fallen back when Negaduck had killed his comrade. He had come here unarmed and was in a state of shock.

The motor of the chainsaw died down. Negaduck tossed it aside and approached him with a wicked grin on his face. He loved the adrenal rush he got from a fight. “Don’t worry,” Negaduck said pounding his fist into his hand. “I’ll fight fair." The unarmed beagle found his courage and charged Negaduck. He balled his fist and punched with all his might. Negaduck grabbed his arm mid-swing and pulled the dog in close to kick him. The duckling stepped back but didn't let go of his victim's arm. He used his free arm to punch the beagle twice in the chest. Negaduck released the bruised beagle and he toppled over and landed with a thud. Negaduck jumped on top of the disoriented dog, the crowd stood there gaping at the small violent duckling. He had been able to take out the people who had terrorized them for years.

Negaduck began to bludgeon the beagle's face in. All that could be heard was the sound of his fist hitting the dog until the click of a rifle caught Negaduck's attention. The beagle armed with a rifle had pushed Elmo aside and aimed the yellow-clad duckling. "Die you fucking monster!!" He yelled. An arrow struck the ground near his foot resulting in the beagle ducking for cover. Negaduck looked in the direction it came from. Drake was armed with a crossbow and looked both horrified and angry. The Bludgeoned beagle took the opportunity to push Negaduck off him and retreat. He tried to grab the machete. Drake fired another arrow the nearly took off the beagle’s hand. “No," Drake said warningly.

“Burger!” Elmo shouted. He was with the beagle that carried the bat. They had gathered up Thick, who had lost a lot of blood. “We need to go!” he continued as knocked out Thick so the Sanitatem Trance could take effect. Burger abandoned the fight and ran to Elmo. The larger beagle looked at the dead dog on the ground. "Bouncer," Elmo barked. "There is nothing we can do for Luiseno now; we need to leave!" Bouncer growled and took a sleeping Thick from Elmo. "Wait until I get my hands on Big Time for running off like that!" He said. Burger shouted but his words were hard to understand with the blood splattering out his mouth. "Wi b bck ith or of us nd eww bs sorey.” Bouncer translated. “You Clowns made a big mistake; we will tear this place to the ground!” They proceeded to follow Elmo to leave the camp.

Negaduck picked up his chainsaw and darted in the direction of the Beagle Boys. “Do you think you can get away that easily?” he snarled. Drake dropped his crossbow and chased after Negaduck and tackled him to the ground. Negaduck rolled from under him and jumped to his feet. Drake stood up and was between Negaduck and the fleeing Beagle Boys. “What are you doing?!” Negaduck hissed. “They’re getting away!”. Drake stood his ground. “So, you can kill more of them!? No, you have done enough damage," he responded waving his hand over Luiseno. “This place has seen enough violence to last a lifetime!” Negaduck glowered and saw Drakes loaded crossbow on the ground.

“Oh, don’t act like a knight in shining armor,” he scoffed. “Why bring a weapon with you if you were not planning a little attack of your own? You knew they were coming. You want to tell me that I 'm the violent one?!” Drake scowled and fired back. “I want to defeat my enemies not become like them! I planned to scare them off that's all.” Negaduck rolled his eyes. “Take it from someone who deals with gangs all the time, you want to bump them off as soon when you get the first change.” Negaduck said. Besides, you can’t deny that they deserve it." Negaduck had pieced together what Thick had said when he thought Negaduck was Drake. "On that, I agree," Drake said. "But it doesn't mean I am judge, jury, and executioner."

“Boys!!” a familiar female voice rang out like a stern mother. Negaduck and Drake turned to face Nega-Magica De Spell with Poe in tow. Negaduck turned pale as a sheet. He looked at Drake who was the same color, it was nice to know the witch scared as him just as much. The ducklings looked around themselves. Drake’s arrows protruded from the ground, the beagle's weapons were scattered everywhere, and one lay dead in two pieces on the ground. The area was completely clear. The fight had scared them off. Negaduck was cover in blood and some of it got onto Drake. Normally Drake would have had a fit about it, but he had more pressing matters to worry about at the time. "Poe came and found me," she said coolly. "Come, we shall talk privately.” They followed her back to her caravan.

Magica’s caravan was old and made of wood. It had none of the modern amenities, the ancient sorceress never needed them and the iron and steel objects messed with her magic. The walls were lined with books and jars containing the remains of animals. Morgana came out of the caravan and went straight to Drake. Magica had taken the orphan under her care and raised her as an apprentice. The 5-year-old scowled at Drake. "Uncle Poe came by and took Mommy with him," she said. "He said the Beagle Meanies came by and they were gonna hurt you, but here you are safe and sound!" Morgana grabbed Drake by the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to her eye level. "Now, I'm mad at you!" she exclaimed. "You made me worry if you be ok, how are you going to be my big brother if your dead?!”

Negaduck watched as Morgana lectured Drake. Drake just stood there and nodded and took it. “Look, I am sorry I made you worry,” he said. “But what do expect me to do? The Beagle Boys could have hurt someone or burn down another attraction. We can’t live like this forever; we’re going to start standing up for ourselves." Morgana looked down at her shoes "I don't want to have another reason to visit St. Canard Cemetery." She murmured. Drake hugged her. "Don't worry," he said," you won't." Negaduck rolled his eyes at the sediment and made a gagging sound. Morgana tore away from Drake and stomped over to Negaduck. She looked the chainsaw wielder up and down, quickly looked back Drake then back to Negaduck. Her expression changed from hurting anger to that of a giddy little girl.

“Your Negaduck!” she said excitedly and started to talk a mile a minute. "Mommy is always talking about the Negaverse but never lets me see it. Humm... Your taller than she said you were, but your still short like Drake...” she stopped for a moment and her face lit up “Have you met the Negaverse version of me? What is she like? Are you her big brother?” My name is Morgana Macawber by the way” Negaduck shrugged. “I haven’t met her.” He replied. Before Morgana could ask anything else, Magica cut in. "Morgana, you have chores to do," she said. "You can talk to Negaduck and Drake after they're done. Morgana opened her mouth to protest but thought better not to. "Ok, I'll go help Shera with laundry duty," she said reluctantly. Her eyes fell on Drake. "I'll tell her your home and you didn’t get into a fight.” She winked at Drake and scurried off.

Magica waited till she was out of sight then turned her attention to Drake and Negaduck. The boys stood up straight at attention. De Spell rubbed the bridge between her eyes. “ I want an explanation from the both of you as to how Negaduck got the Posiverse, why you both are covered in blood, and why Negaduck hasn’t returned to the Negaverse. Poe has already told me, but I want to hear it from you.” Magica put up her hand as the pair began to speak. “It better not start with, "I thought I could do it” or “It was a bad idea in retrospect.” She said mimicking their voices. They grew quiet, then recounted the events of the alleyway.

Chapter 8

https://masked-mallards.tumblr.com/post/612850497304641536/masked-mallards-the-multiverse-and-everything

Chapter 6

https://masked-mallards.tumblr.com/post/190716333084/masked-mallards-the-multiverse-and-everything

Chapter1

https://masked-mallards.tumblr.com/post/190578269234/masked-mallards-the-multiverse-and-everything

#darkwing duck #darkwing doubloon #Negaduck #megavolt #negaverse #morgana macawber #magica de spell #Beagle Boys #ma beagle #oc #fanfic

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ducks-tales · 5 years

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Finally, another Coming Out story! Darkwing Duck says trans rights

#disney ducks #darkwing duck #fanfic #my stories #lgbt characters #trans characters #coming out #launchpad mcquack #drake mallard

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whyldkratts · 7 years

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for the ask meme: all of them, but if thats too much maybe just the last 10?

Sorry for the long post aaaa1: Let’s start with a tricky one; what is the real reason you are confused right now? [I bought lottery tickets bc I was in texas and they’re not legal where I live and the cashier at the gas station didn’t even ask for my id. I tried to show him and he just shook his head and let me go???? He didnt even care wtf]2: Do you ever get “good morning” texts from anyone? [Nah]3: If your significant other smoked pot, would you care? [Yea a little bit. I mean if it was just occasionally that’s probably fine? But a lot of my family has fucked up their entire lives with drugs so anything like that is iffy for me. It depends on how often they smoke ultimately]4: Do you find it easy to trust others? [I’d say yeah, probably. As long as you don’t fuck me over or guilt me within the first few weeks of knowing me id probably feel comfortable messaging you if I needed someone to talk to]5: What were you doing at 11PM last night? [Scrolling Tumblr]6: You’re drunk and lost walking down the road; who is with you? [Probably my irl bffs lindy and raven!]7: What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on? [Dump them. Adios fucker. I hope they’re happy with whoever they cheated on me with]8: Are you close with your dad? [Yeah I’d say so? I love him and he usually let’s me do my thing]9: I bet you kissed someone last night, right? [Nah]10: What are you listening to? [Run by hozier]11: You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life - what is it? [Sweet tea!!!! I’m from the south baby]12: Do you like hickeys? [Never has one so I don’t know!]13: What time do you go to bed? [Uhhhhhh 5am?]14: Is there someone who continuously lets you down? [My siblings.]15: Can you text as quickly with one hand as you do both? [Nope I fuck up spelling a lot and have to go back and fix it no matter how many hands I’m typing with]16: Do you always answer your texts? [I try!! Unless I’m emotionally tired or forget]17: Do you hate the person you fell the hardest for? [No. She’s my best friend now, actually]18: When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends? [LIKE 3 MINUTES AGO I was complaining about how long it car ride home is]19: Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them? [My irlbest friends, the cars discord chat I’m in, and a lot of my wk friends]20: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? [I was writing ducktales fanfiction in my head]21: Is anyone else in the room with you? [I’m in a car with my mom for the next uhhh 7 hours?]22: Do you believe what goes around comes around? [Karmas a bitch]23: Were you happier four months ago than you are now? [I was visiting family in Indiana, so yea probably? Tho I am pretty happy now too]24: Is there someone you wish you could fix things with? [Sometimes, with my old pal cat. She did some bad things so I stopped talking to her, but sometimes I want to catch up and see how she’s doing.]25: In the past week, have you cried? [YEAH over a darkwing duck episode]26: What colour is the shirt you are wearing? [Grey. It has Mickey mouse on it!]27: Do people ever call you by your last name? [Noooope]28: Is anyone ignoring you right now? [I wouldn’t know]29: Do you have a best friend? [YEAH everyone in the cars discord and raven and lindy]30: Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the last person you kissed? [No it was my great grandma lol]31: Who was your last call/text message from? [Call: red cross asking for my blood. Text: raven saying “dang”]32: Are you mad at anyone? [Not really? I don’t get angry very easily at all]33: Have you ever kissed someone older than you? [When I was a freshman I was dating a junior]34: How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday? [My great grandma! 88 I think]35: How many more days until your birthday? [LIKE a whole entire year. August 2nd]36: Do you have any summer plans yet? [Help my friend after her spine surgery p much. Visit family around the 4th of july]37: Do you have any good friends of the opposite sex? [I have tons of girl friends!! All my best friends are girls (except em but they’re a good friend still!!!)]38: Are you keeping anything from your best friend(s) now? [Lindy doesn’t know I’m trans]39: Do you have a secret that you’ve never told anyone? [Uhhhhhhhhhhh next question]40: Have you ever regretted kissing someone? [I try not to regret things like that]41: Do you think age matters in relationships? [UH YEAH?? An adult dating a minor ain’t my deallll]42: Are you available? [Lmfao yeah but don’t hold your breath I’m awful at relationships]43: How many people have you had real, strong feelings for since high school ended? [My ex and bff dksdkdiajsai kill Me. I’ve had small crushes but I don’t rly let them grow too much if I realize they’re poppin up]44: If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get? [Septum]45: Do you believe exes can be friends? [Yeah!!!!! I just reconnected with my ex from freshmen year and he’s cool]46: Do you regret anything? [Times where my mouth moved before my head could think and I hurt someone I cared about. Times where I didn’t listen. Times where I hesitated. But the past is a different country, and I try not to waste the present lamenting what I could’ve done.]47: Honestly, what’s on your mind right now? [Home. And the mistakes I’ve made.]48: Did you ever lose a best friend? [Yeah. She moved away and we just… talked less, and less, and less.]49: Was your last kiss a mistake? [Nah it was my great grandma]50: Why aren’t you pursuing the person you like? [They have a bf and also dont like me plus im unlovable and bad at relationships and feelings *shrug emoji* the other person I’m interested in lives too far away and also doesn’t like me like that]51: Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry? [Twas my gg and probably when I was a baby]52: Do you still talk with the person you LAST kissed? [All these last kiss ones are so angsty and sad and it was literally my grandma 5 hours ago I’m laughing]53: What was the last thing you ate? [McDonald’s French fries!!!!!]54: Did you get any compliments today? [Nah I’m in my road trip attire so I look like a mess]55: Where are you going on your next vacation? [New Orleans in October for voodoo fest!! Gonna see the foo fighters B)]56: Do you own anything from other countries?[I think I have Canadian money somewhere…]57: Are most of your friend guys or girls?[girls!!]58: Where have you lived most of your life?[Sweet Home Alabama]59: When was the last time you took a long drive?[DOING IT RN!!!!! 13 HOURS]60: Have you ever played Spin the Bottle?[yea but it was like, mashed up with truth or dare. Instead of kissing we asked them truth or dare]61: Have you ever TPd someone’s house?[nah I’m pretty mild]62: Who do you text the most?[raven probably? Or max]63: What was the last movie you saw?[spirited away I think??? First time I ever saw it]64: What’s preventing your current boyfriend/girlfriend from going back to their ex?[I’m single, don’t remind me :P]65: How many boyfriends/girlfriends did you have in 2011?[I was 12 and right smack dab in the middle of my ugly awkward phase (thays still going on today!) So I had none lmao]66: Is the last person you kissed younger than you?[nah]67: Do you curse around your parents?[GOOD LORD NO]68: Are you happy with where you live?[I? Hate Alabama. My city is okay but I want to move somewhere nicer]69: Picture of yourself? [I have a selfie tag. I would upload but I’m lazy. Maybe if I find a pic I like later I will]70: Are you a monogamous person or do you believe in open-ended relationships?[polyamory All the wayy!!!!! But monogamy is cool too]71: Have you ever been dumped?[probably in elementary school but I don’t remember? I usually am the one to end it bc I get freaked out and skittish around people genuinely caring about me so I break it up before they’re disappointed]72: What do you most like about making out?[being comfortable and close enough with someone to do it.]73: Have you ever casually made out with someone who you weren’t seriously involved with?[yup!]74: When you kiss someone for the first time, is it usually you who initiates it or the other?[depends? I’ve asked to kiss someone and I’ve been asked equal amounts.]75: What part of a person’s body do you find most attractive?[eyes? Idk there’s a lot that goes into finding someone attractive it’s hard to narrow it down]76: Who was the last person you talked to last night before you went to bed?[my mom]77: Had sex with someone you knew less than an hour?[virgin]78: Had sex with someone you didn’t know their name?[virgin]79: What makes your heart flutter and brings a big cheesy smile to your face?[Any cartoon character I’m currently hyperfixated on]80: Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already?[yes. But i would go slow and I wouldn’t want to meet their child until we were both sure this was something we wanted long term.]81: Has someone who had a crush on you ever confessed to you?[no its usually me? Wait i take that back!! One girl did while I was in hs but I’m pretty sure she only did it bc she just figured out her sexuality and I was queer and there.]82: Do you tell a lot of people when you have a crush?[nope I bottle that shit up!!!! But if it’s a long standing crush I’ll tell a few people eventually]83: Do you miss your last sweetie?[No.]84: Last time you slow danced with someone?[my friend Franklin at prom. We pretended to be spies on a mission forced to act casual as we scoped out potential enemies]85: Have you ever ‘dated’ someone you’ve never met?[??? Don’t like the skeptical quote marks. I’ve been in long distance relationships before, yes.]86: How can I win your heart?[just like…… be nice to me, ever, and I’m into it. Talk about things you like, ask me about things I like, try and get into/understand my interests and I’ll do the same?? Don’t make fun of me and don’t belittle my interests. The bar is low]87: What is your astrological sign?[leo]88: What were you doing last night at 12 AM?[sleeping]89: Do you cook?[pasta!!!!!!!]90: Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than 3 months of no communication?[yeah!!! 3 years of no talking and I reconnected with max recently]91: If you’re single right now, do you wish you were in a relationship?[uh it’s complicated. Yes but idk if I’m in a good place for a relationship. I haven’t even begun to transition at all.]92: Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly?[you say that like I could get multiple people to date me]93: What physical traits do you look for in a potential interest?[nice dress style?? Glasses are good too. Idk questions like this are hard augh]94: Name four things that you wish you had![money, a job, plush darkwing duck toy, a car]95: Are you a player?[no]96: Have you ever kissed 2 people in one day?[nooooope]97: Are you a tease?[hahahahaha no]98: Ever meet anyone you met on Tumblr?[nope!!! Not yet]99: Have you ever been deeply in love with someone?[maybe. But I don’t think you can love someone too deeply who doesn’t love you back]100: Anybody on Tumblr that you’d go on a date with?[sure, plenty]101: Hugs or Kisses?[both??? Both is good]102: Are you too shy to ask someone out?[It’s Not shyness, it’s rejection I have a problem with]103: The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?[girls are pretty]104: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe?[Yeah I guess]105: If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was in relationship, would you go for it?[If it was an open relationship and everyone knew the situation, then yea prob?? If not, then no.]106: Do you flirt a lot?[not really]107: Your last kiss?[my grandmaaaaa]108: Have you kissed more than 5 people since the start of 2012?[not in a romantic way]109: Have you kissed anyone in the past month?[not in a romantic way]110: If you could kiss anyone who would it be?[next question]111: Do you know who you’ll kiss next?[nope!! It’s a hopefully nice surprise for future me]112: Does someone like you currently?[probably not lol but ive got no idea!!]113: Do you currently have feelings for anyone?[sure]114: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings?[I want to fall in love.]115: Ever made out with just a friend?[yeah]116: Are you happier single or in a relationship?[in a relationship I think?]117: Your own question that you want me to answer. Just write it.[just send me an ask and ill answer it]

This got a bit of self hatred dashed in there whoops sorry!!!

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