#rcwrittcn

[cynicallyscorned]

“ Hey, I’m just SAYING what we’re all thinking, alright ? Relax. ”

[terrorofthenight]

@rcwrittcn​ asked:  Hmmm... looks like Negaduck's fallen asleep in the arm chair; that's a rarity -- after all, her father seldom sleeps at all. Strange how different this man looks when he's not awake and threatening everything that moves.

She’s standing by the side of the chair, peeking up over the armrest as her father sleeps. 

He looks happier when he sleeps... 

Gosalyn continues to watch for a moment before trying to quietly walk away, off in search of a blanket, which she gave him. 

[crescentclan]

          ❝ dad.... . . quit fawning of a 𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑫𝑼𝑪𝑲 or just......... 𝑮𝑬𝑻 𝑨 𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴--❞

[lunarspeared]

                                  ❛  I’m not surprised. Gladstone && I have impeccable taste.  ❜

[falsementor]

@lunarspeared @siimians @rcwrittcn​ we have fun here

[seaofserene]

@rcwrittcn​​ said: “  i’m the original family disappointment.  ” / gladstone gdfjgnfjdng

— pinterest quotes. ( accepting. )

It seemed any attempts on his life was a futile effort. A notion the siren had begrudgingly accepted in the time that she has had the unfortunate displeasure of knowing Gladstone Gander. ( Although her stubbornness would not release her so easily. There had been a few instances when the goose’s back was turned that she tried her luck. Needless to say, it did not end in her favor. ) So it seemed she had no other option but to leave him be, let him go where he pleased, lest she wanted to draw too much attention to herself. How infuriating...

Serenity’s narrow-eye stare remains unphased by this statement. In fact, she looks on at him with skepticism. A disappointment to his own family? She would think they should be impressed with his apparent success in life. After all, she knew that sentiment well. “ Hm. ”

“ With all of that supposed luck of yours ? I don’t see how that’s possible... ”

[tunnagan]

reprogrammed

@rcwrittcn​

She lands near silently near the yellow clad duck, sneaking as carefully as she could to him. There weren’t many people she could remember, but he’d been around since she’d woken up the first time. That made her his problem, whether he wanted her to be or not. “So, what are we going to do tonight?” She hoped it involved causing problems for the weird superhero that hung around St. Canard. The girl who hung around him looked like she’d be fun to fight. “And is it gonna be fun?”

[lunarspearedarchive]

❝ Unlevitate the guitar right now. ❞ Donald squints at his sibling, wand pointed in her direction. [ bbys for the switched au u-u] / @rcwrittcn​ 

▬▬▬ ☾☆      There’s a smirk on  Della’s  face  as  she  stares  right  back  at  Donald,  holding  back  her  laugh.  He  just  got  so  worked  up!  Her  eyes  leave  his  for  a  moment,  looking  at  the  wand  in  his  hand  &&  then  up  to  the  floating  guitar.  

                                  ❛  && what if I don’t? Whatcha gonna do, Donnie?  ❜

[seaofserene-a]

inbox.

@rcwrittcn​ said:  ❝ Whooooa. ❞ Webby's eyes are alit with wonder as her hands clasp in excitement, giddy as she looks over Serenity. She doesn't seem afraid, moreso intrigued by the cryptid before her. ❝ Are you a mermaid? ...Are you a siren?! Oh! OH! Are you a malevolent sea-witch, bent on the bloody revenge of some far-off distant water kingdom?! Do you have a spell cauldron?! ❞

   “ How did you even - ” The siren cuts off, pausing in the midst of her tranquil afternoon swim to look up at the duckling. The tide was HIGH, the cavern half filled with sea water that pushed and pulled against the eroded walkways. How did she even get DOWN here? It was one of the most secluded spots along the coastline! Never mind the dreadful reputation this place had. An ancient ruin like this was far too treacherous for just any mortal to come frolicking through. You’d have to be a fool to of come down here, or bearing a death wish. 

   It takes Serenity a moment to even register what the child said - a look of surprise at how on the nose she’d been with her assumptions. But it quickly melts into irritation; NO CHILD should be coming down here. Serenity hated dealing with nosy children.

   “ That is NONE of your concern. Now begone ! This is NO PLACE for a child to be blundering around in. ”

[tunnagana]

@rcwrittcn​: ❝ ...? ❞ A pause and the woman stares at him; there's something about his features, so eerily familiar. It takes her a moment before it registers, ghost of a smile on her beak. ❝ Bradford? Is that you? ❞

“Grandmother?”

Even with all his knowledge of the strange and unexplainable things in the world, Bradford wants to deny that she’s real, that it’s just some wayward part of his mind trying to talk him away from his plans. Of course, that would be denying the truth in front of his face. Isabella Finch stands there just as she remembers her. The woman who made the man he is today, even if this particular path isn’t one she’d have chosen him to take.

After all, he intends to make her path impossible to follow.

He takes a moment to center himself, briefly scanning their surroundings for evidence of his greater plans. Luckily for him, there’s no evidence of FOWL here. He has time to plan what to do with his grandmother. She’s shaken Bradford more than he would have expected, conflicted emotions warring deep in him for the first time since conceptualizing FOWL

His voice comes out uncertain. “It has been... a very long time.”

[cynicallyscorned]

“ Taken ? Heh... That’s an interesting way to phrase it. ... Considering the fact that Lena was the one who let me go. If y’ask me, it just seems like she finally decided to get with the program all on her own. ”

“ Don't. Lie. To me.  Lena would never do that to us. She's our friend. Now WHERE is she, really?! ”

doodled somethin’ from this interaction stalker!cynic’s having with @rcwrittcn’s webby in our crossover tbc swap au :’) for conext, they’re talking about @warraigoe ‘s lena.

please don’t reblog my art unless you were tagged in it! thank you.

[voidfcllen]

@rcwrittcn​ Drake for Lena!

“Well, my job here is done!”

Objectively, Darkwing liked to believe that his prescence made a difference. But more realistically, things would have gone fine without him. But the important thing was that he was there, and that he did do something.

[calisotamuses]

oh lawd it’s happenin

@rcwrittcn​ said: ❝ Y'know what's funny, Duncewing? ❞ Negaduck's voice echoes as he paces around the masked mallard with malicious intent, clear restraint in his voice as he waits for the drama to skyrocket. Metal teeth chomp below the hero, the factory's mechanisms loud as they were menacing. He leans on a lever; the slight tip lowers the chain closer towards the metal monster. ❝ This is SOFTBALL. You can't even foil a DEADBEAT ACTOR, what makes you think you stand a chance against ME? ❞

Drake Mallard was having a difficult day.

Not the least of which being that he was currently dangling by a chain above the grinding metal maw of a crusher below him. The thing was meant for decimating recycling, and as easily as it could rip through tin cans, it could even more easily make mush of the fledgling vigilante.

He did have his skills, of course. He was limber and double jointed, and he was already very nearly out of the restrictions binding him, his head snapping back towards the madman in yellow as he finally felt the give he needed to slip out of the coils of chains around his broad frame. His brow furrowed briefly... couldn’t give away that he could get free at any time now.

“If this is softball, Negaduck, you’re just playing t-ball!” he bit back, jerking one shoulder. Make it look good. He was an actor first, after all. “Just wait until I’m free of these chains!”

[decanard-a]

@rcwrittcn​

“Uh...hello.” Nope. Not good. Really really not good.

[darkwiing]

@rcwrittcn​​​​​ said :

❝ Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to step away from that console! ❞ a voice echoes across the room with dramatic flair... which immediately crumbles at the menacing sight before a masked mallard, looking onward with immediate regret. Ah, okay, maybe frontal assault was not a good idea in this case. But how was HE to know there was gonna' be a part 2?! ❝ Uh. Please? ❞ Who is that, anyway - -

                         unknown. / ACCEPTING !

           everything was all fun and games until DIPWING showed up. but -- it was okay. calling that FAKE, has bin was a part of his plan ! after all, who else to take down darkwing than his own ENEMIES ?

          ❝  OOHH, so you came to play HERO, huh ? ❞ still, even LOOKING at him reignited the ever growing flames. how DARE this guy take EVERYTHING from him ! he couldn’t wait for the other to be torn apart.  ❝  well it’s too late DORKWING HACK. you want to prove your worth ? then why not try out some REAL darkwing enemies. ❞ he says, motioning over towards the cast of villains that were emerging from the portals.

[centesimi]

@rcwrittcn​​​​ said:

❝ what can i say? i’m just a very lucky guy…i’m sure some of it will rub off on you. ❞ [Negs]

             ►► raw line from various media. / accepting.

      ❝ LUCK ? that is what YOU call LUCK ? ❞ HOW he was so annoying. this is why she hated working with men -- especially ones that REFUSED to listen to anything other than their rage... would it KILL him to use some THOUGHT for once ? magica understood impulses well, but negaduck was on a WHOLE OTHER level.

     ❝ a luck of a BAFOON more like ! that last STUNT almost had us BOTH caught ! ❞ a shove as she grips the item in her hands. a PRICELESS gemstone that was needed for something she had planned... and the PLAN was almost lost to that vigilante annoyance.  ❝ next time listen to me before you do something STUPID like that again ! ❞