#ratchasing

[eyra]

I used to think I was being subversive by semi-ironically shipping james/peter but some of the ships you guys are coming up with in the year of our lord 2025….. whew.

[thistlefur]

[gravebranches]

gathering night

[eyra]

Peter Potter sounds like he works at the post office and collects novelty mugs and wears cardigans and little glasses. I like Peter Potter. James Pettigrew sounds like he writes crime thrillers.

Prongstail bc Peter Potter is a genuinely hilarious name, and also James pettigrew is smooth as a knife through butter... barely any recurring letters, different number of syllables, it just floats yk

@eyra forever thinking of you when I have prongstail thoughts

[rosesneverwither]

Hi everyone! I'm back after a loooooooong break from Tumblr.

If you have an account on TikTok and are interested in Marauders Era as well as Pre-Marauders Era, I have something just for you!

There's a new filter where you can rank your favorite Marauders Era ships, plus a couple Pre-Marauders Era ships. There are both very popular ships, such as Wolfstar, Dorlene, Nobleflower, Wiseflower, Jily, Jegulus, Rosekiller or Quillkiller, as well as some rare pairings, such as Prongsfoot, Ratchaser or Moonchaser.

I'd be delighted if you'd like to try it out! 😁

But if you are not using TikTok, don't fret because it's also available as a web version.

Have fun with them! :D

[galaxydodles]

Mappy characters as human waifus 👮‍♀️ 🐁 🐈 I used to play the crap out this when I was young & played the life out of it again when I got the Bandai Pac-Man Connect & Play during elementary. Sadly it's long gone, but I'm going to get one this year hopefully. It was so much fun man, those other games like Digdug, Galaga, the memories 😌 I hope you enjoy the drawings of them! ❤ 💙 (yep I'm doing it to retro classic characters now, I'm planning on doing every single retro game, that I am interested in, as waifus, it's my goal òwó 🌟)

[ungovernablelife-blog]

#ratchasing #makethemhumble #makethemgrounded #makethemsuffer #lifeissuffering #ungovernable #escapeyouroppressedstate https://www.instagram.com/mrungovernable/p/Bw438DdFWgW/?igshid=1lds9kjgxk5ub

[mandareeboo]

Fic title: So that couldve gone worse.

First night of Darkwing Duck patrol ends with Launchpad on fire, a couple of destroyed Ratchasers, and a whole ass child????

[cybercat99]

THAI FIGHT KORAT FULL EVENT: 1st FIGHT - STARTING AT 6:40: Usually, when a fighter gets knocked out, it’s because his opponent is either stronger than he is, or smarter. This is a rare fight where both apply. Barely a minute into the fight, Ratchasing (yes, that’s his name) starts to exert his dominance, showing he is more powerful than Rodrigues. After beating Rodrigues around the ring, Ratchasing knocks him down, hurting him badly. Rodrigues is able to beat the count, but he’s clearly dazed. When the fight resumes, Rodrigues looks to make friends with his opponent, but Ratchasing is clearly smarter than he is, and takes the opportunity to finish him off. Rodrigues not only looks weak and pathetic, but he forgot the cardinal rule of fighting - protect yourself at all times. 

[eyra]

1. My favorite fic of yours

Beneath a Big Blue Sky. I just love the setting and the mood, and I love seeing Sirius slowly learn how everything works, and I adore both him and Remus and how they grow closer. Sirius has such a soft heart, and so does Remus. I'm always filled with warmth when I think about this fic. I should actually reread it soon.

(Also: 10. A character/ship I didn't enjoy/think about as much before you wrote about them

James/Peter)

thank you! that fic is my happy place too 🐑☀️ lately I’ve been thinking a lot about the day remus found cecil in a bin as a puppy and how I really should write that scene at some point.

(also YES THANK YOU. the ratchaser agenda continues) x

[voidfcllen]

One second she's standing beside Darkwing, arms wrapped around the masked Mallard before sharp nails and talons dug into her shoulders. A flash of panic ripping a scream out of her as she found herself flying through the air, high above buildings and streets as massive wings flapped above her. She wanted to scream, arms extended towards the purple caper as Gosalyn choked without a single emitted noise. Suddenly the pain in her shoulder's vanished, Body now plummeting through the air. - Gosalyn.

HONESTLY I’M SCREAMING

Drake had never been more angry about ANYTHING in his entire life as he had the SECOND that he figured out what Taurus Bulba’s REAL plan was for his adopted daughter. Months of legal meandering, and court cases, and stress, all for WHAT? For a code she DIDN’T even know she HAD? For a code NONE of them would have known she had if it weren’t for that stupid, stupid lullaby?

Who turned top secret weapons codes into a child’s BEDTIME SONG anyway?

He sighed in RELIEF when she wrapped her small arms around him, just glad to see that she was SAFE. He had to get her out of here while he dealt with this CRIMINAL KINGPIN and his dastardly plans for the RAMROD. What mattered the most right now was making sure Gosalyn got out of here.

He’d barely turned to ask LAUNCHPAD to get her to the Ratchaser before she was being ripped out of his arms again and so, so high in the air, his heart beating so FAST he almost couldn’t feel it anymore.

“– GOSALYN!”

He PANICKED. He did the only thing he could think of. He was already reaching for his grappling hook before he’d even bridged the gap from there to the LEDGE. Leaping from the ledge in what was probably the STUPIDEST thing he’d done since stepping in front of Jim Starling and the electricity canon those months ago.

Drake HAD to jump before someone (or COMMON SENSE) stopped him, free falling for a few terrifying moments as he twisted midair to shoot his grappling hook at the roof of the building. MIRACULOUSLY, it caught in time, the rope being pulled taught and stopping him from becoming street pizza.

Even MORE miraculously, somehow on pure instinct alone he managed to swing through the air and catch his daughter in his arms.

They kept swinging until they reached the ground, Drake putting EVERY SECOND of his stuntman career to good use as they reach the street level, gently coming to a stop. God, OH GOD, it felt like he’d NEVER get enough oxygen in his lungs ever again, and his shoulder ached from the unexpected fall.

But instead of focusing on ANY of that he pulled Gosalyn into a tight hug.

“I am NEVER letting you out of my sight ever again.”

[gravebranches]

my ocs in the graphic novel style :3

[m4rkisnothere]

Who are you chasing, my friend?

All my life. I am 27 years old nearly 28 I was chasing. Maybe I am still chasing something that is called the eternal happiness in life. I wanna feel good warm and comfortable.

Throughout I chose things that made me feel less happy for just a small portion of it. Just this glimpse of happiness that might stay for a little longer.…

[mandareeboo]

Unfinished Work #38: Unnamed

Title: Didn’t have one!

Summary: Smth smth making lists is a reoccurring theme in my darkwing duck works

This one started out really strong! It was gonna be a longshot of Drake realizing “hey maybe I should give Gosalyn an actual room in an actual place to live” and them swinging for an apartment. I was gonna have the Muddlefoots be kind but silly neighbors that Drake lowkey despised because they kept beating him at hand and foot despite not knowing how to play. I was also gonna include a scene where Drake went into Gosalyn’s room and finds makeshift plans for a new RAMROD and they talk about Waddlemeyer a bit more. I just didn’t want to reach that far out of canon for what I was hoping to be a non-AU piece.

(I also have a running theme of Prof Waddlemeyer being German and Gosalyn being more connected to her German roots than her Spanish ones bc yeah but that just ended up being confusing rip.

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List of Gosalyn:

#1: Gosalyn likes to talk about good things. Not bad things.

Drake makes a list. Because, well, he figures Gosalyn's going to be around for a bit yet. And eventually they might get to a nitty-gritty point where he knows her like the back of his hand, but that time isn't now, and one thing he knows for sure is that she can and would hold it over his head.

(Okay, and maybe that'd make a bit more sense if she hadn't already found it and teased him over it, but! Kids are weird! Kids are so weird, and Drake doesn't pretend to get even the slightest thing about kids.)

Fun fun facts are first, and easy. Gosalyn loves to talk about accomplishments. She uses four languages fluently- ASL, English, German, and Swahili- has two she's got a good grasp of but doesn't speak well- Spanish and Mandarin- and has gotten the basic Latin alphabet in her brain somewhere for, and he quotes, "When I get around to summoning a demon one of these days."

She's related to Professor Waddlemeyer through her mother's side- apparently, his genius loves to run down the female side of the family- and though she has a tía out there somewhere, tía apparently cut contact with her father long before she was born. Gosalyn's pretty sure that's the only relative she has- that's, you know, in this universe. Neither Drake nor Gosalyn like to say Professor Waddlemeyer is dead. They can't confirm that. And maybe it's easier that way? Or maybe it's just harder, waiting every day for a magical solution to a problem that may never be solved.

(But Drake has hope! He does! He remembered Della Duck's disappearance, just as he remembered watching the TV with awe as she returned. Missing a leg, sure, but alive.)

Her favorite takeout is Chinese, because the boxes open so no one has to do dishes. Drake hadn't known that. He'd felt pretty silly when he found out. She can also use chopsticks. Drake is pretty sure he's dealing with a future diabolical mastermind at this point. Then she tries to teach him how to pick locks, and Drake scratches out the future part.

He knows she was in the foster system at some point. Saw the file when he filed for custody, and just how thick it was. He knows it's not for him to see, and signs on the dotted line without looking beyond.

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#12: Gosalyn doesn't "do" bedtimes.

"Alright, that's it," Drake decides, walking up to the little legs sticking out of his motorcycle. "I've got a mug of warm milk with your name on it, young lady. Get out here and do some self-care."

Gosalyn snorted. "Make it coffee and I might take you up on that offer." There's a loud snap noise that does very little to soothe Drake's nerves. "Dude, you gotta introduce me to Fenton. This baby has everything!"

"If I say yes, will you go to bed?"

"Nah. I'll just steal your phone."

He ignores that. Gosalyn's done it before. There's not much to see. A bunch of cat photos and saved Darkwing Duck wallpapers. Drake wiggles the mug pointedly, letting the milk slosh around. "Not gonna waste good dairy, are ya?"

"I just chugged five PePs. Nothing can stop me."

"Maybe not, but the bathroom can." Drake took an experimental sip. Lukewarm. Ah, well, better luck next time. Setting the mug aside, he bent at the knees, making one of those old-man grunts while he did so. He grabbed the sides of the creeper and tugged, bringing Gosalyn to the surface from her motorcycle dreams. She squinted at him, bags under her eyelids.

"You can't make me," she pouted.

"Yeah, yeah." He tucked his hands under her armpits and lifted Gosalyn up, surprised to find she was light. It was hard to remember that she was a child, sometimes. Children didn't typically chide him for not using gas instead of electric. "C'mon, kiddo. Time to sleep."

"Can't make me," she repeated, this time punching him in the shoulder. Drake stumbled, but managed to keep on his toes. Perks of being accident prone, he supposed. "I was gonna... gonna make the Ratchaser cool."

"It'll still be there in six to eight hours, Gos."

Despite her grumbling, Drake felt her begin to sink into his arm as they maneuvered towards the chair. Gosalyn leaned into him, chin digging into his shoulder. "I was gonna make it good," she mumbled, only half awake. "Was gonna.. was gonna be good."

Something vulnerable in her voice plucked at Drake's heartstrings. "I know, Gos. It will be."

"People like it when it's good..." Her voice fell into a slur as her head touched armchair, curling up like a disgruntled cat. "I'll be good, Opa. Ich vermisse dich."

[gravebranches]

gave the cats ref sheets!

[gravebranches]

saw people doing anthro warrior cats, tried it out with my ocs!

i used a tutorial for the cane, hope it turned out ok!