OOOH okay.
Fic starters up for grabs! ^^
1. Poppy could not believe it- was Greasy defending her from a Pervert??
2. Looking him now... though he was horrified and mystified as to how this could be... Launchpad could tell without a shadow of a doubt; Negaduck was definetly Jim Starling.
I know you're more of a 91' Ducktales person (At least I think?) but... I... couldn't think of any non-jim starling prompts 😅
3. "You're cute, and I want you... but Stupid sweetheart, I so do not deserve you."
4. Harper was as shaken as anybody when they finally found the woman he slept with 2 months ago- who managed to get away from them- hidden away under one of Pleasant Valley's houses, looking dirty and tired, and pregnant.
Possibly one of the more unhinged ideas 😅 But hey, 2001 Maniacs is unhinged. You don't have to do this one though! XD
I might be back with more if you still wanna write after this! ^^ Also you don't have to any/all of these if they don't do it for you! Just suggestions ^^
One of the starters is my girl Poppy!? Omg thank you so much!! That sentence starters in particular was so exciting to do (but of course, I love them all!) ^^
Unfortunately, I couldn't figure out what to do for Harper, and really struggled with Jim Starling. I tried! I really did! But I just couldn't figure it out! And that makes me so sad because I love the starter you wrote for them both! (And BTW, from what I've seen of modern Duckyales/Darkwing Duck, I do like it! I've just only watched a few episodes and am more familiar with the older Darkwing Duck, so you were right ^^)
But anyways, without further ado, here are the blurbs! Like last time, I had a hard time sticking to just one sentence... I'm not even bothering to keep track this time, I'm just counting by paragraphs XD (which is a good thing because I went way overboard with Stupid's XD)
Poppy stared in shock, wide-eyed and shaking as her... Acquaintance finished taking care of the offender. She was just too surprised and scared to say a word as angry Spanish poured out of Greasy's mouth, fists flew, and the terrified toon babbled out apologies desperately before he finally hobbled away.
She was still shaking and huddled against the wall she had been cornered in when the weasel finally turned back towards her, his dark eyes filled with anger as he wordlessly just wrapped an arm around her shoulder and personally escorted her out of the building, still muttering words in the language she was just barely able to understand, "Ese bastardo, atacando así a nuestro amigo... El jefe y el loco tendrán que enterarse de esto."
The rabbit still hadn't said anything as she was, technically, forced to briskly walk with Greasy, no doubt he was taking her back to his place where the others must have been waiting... Honestly, that sounded good right now. After what that man did, she couldn't imagine being alone right now.
Greasy must have sensed her fear- or just noticed how she was still trembling and clutching her coat tightly around her body, since he stopped mumbling to himself and looked down at her and tried to be soft now for her, "Hey, he isn't coming back for you. Nos aseguraremos de ello."
Poppy, realizing he was talking to her, looked up into his eyes. Was this really the same man who would make comments about her ever since she grew close to him and his group? The same man whose eyes lingered on her and made her want to use the couch as a barrier between them? Granted there were moments between them that she didn't mind, but for the most part, she had preferred to keep her distance from Greasy.
But he defended her, he saved her from whatever that toon was going to do- she preferred not to think about that- and he wasn't teasing her in the slightest. He was showing genuine care for her well-being...
She was still too spooked to speak, but she did reach up to hold the hand placed on her shoulder and leaned a bit closer to the weasel for protection and comfort, something she had never expected to ever find in Greasy. And thankfully, he understood and didn't try to press a response out of her, and just focused on getting them both home.
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When Launchpad and Drake had heard about some deranged duck terrorizing the city, they both had loaded up in the Ratcatcher- which Launchpad built himself with Drake!- to find this new criminal.
However though, nothing could have prepared him for the reveal of who this lunatic was.
Drake was forced to face his former idol once again, now wielding a chainsaw and a grim and gritty version of the iconic Darkwing Duck costume, with nothing but resentment and bloodlust in his eyes now... Actually that wasn't too different from their last encounter, but it was still horrifying to witness, let alone be a part of.
Launchpad had hoped that his speech would have gotten through to Jim. It certainly seemed to, when he pushed both him and Drake out of the way before sacrificing himself. But now, it was obvious anything that resembled a hero within the fallen star was gone now.
And the pelican refused to just stand back anymore. He wasn't going to let Drake, the true Darkwing, fight this new villain alone. He had to step up to the plate right alongside his hero and friend, and save the city from Negaduck... And hopefully, himself as well.
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Stupid, the big, cuddly weasel he was, just tilted his head curiously to the side at you; apparently not understanding the reason you just gave him to why you couldn't accept his valentine, "Duh, what do 'ya mean? You're the specialist person I've ever known!"
Oh... Oh God did he have to say that? It was just making this worse! And it wasn't like you didn't want him, you really did! But... You didn't want to hurt him either, and you would ultimately do that if you accepted his adorable flowers and box of chocolates he may or may not have stolen in your name, "Stu, sweetie, it's not... I mean..." You had to find a way to make him understand you were no good for him...
So, sighing, you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder as he just blinked at you, "Stupid, if... If you and I were food, you would be a sweet, warm, fresh-out-of-the-oven cinnamon roll that everyone would love to have!" You smiled and resisted a chuckle as the weasel licked his lips at the delicious imagery, though you frowned as you continued, "And I... I would be some nasty, moldy, bowl of leftover spaghetti left in the back of the fridge that nobody wants to even look at. And if you eat me, you'd get sick. Do you understand?"
Stupid just stared back at you, his brows furrowed in thought and his tongue sticking out in a way only he could make adorable- God, why did you have to fall in love with this dingus? You thought he would have agreed with you, until he then looked straight into your eyes and said, "But Y/N, I like spaghetti!"
... Did... Did he follow you? "Stu, that's not what I-"
"I wouldn't let you get moldy!" Stupid interrupted, his big smile only making your heart skip a beat, "And even if you did, Psycho says that mushrooms are fungi, which is a kind of mold, and I like mushrooms! And he also said that mold grew on cheese, and I like cheese too! So... I guess I like mold!"
"Stupid-"
"And if I'm a cinnamon roll, and your spaghetti, then you're a dinner and I'm a dessert! And everyone loves it when dinner and dessert go together!" He proclaimed as he set the bouquet and chocolates in his hand down to hold yours, his black eyes practically sparkling as he stared into your own E/C eyes with his big, loving smile only meant for you, "I love it when we can have dinner and dessert together, and I know you like that too! So... Maybe you and I are destined to go together?"
... That had to be the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to you. No really, it was. Your eyes were stinging and your heart was practically melting as you glanced between the paws holding your hand and your long-time crush's eyes, now finding it harder to say no.
Thank you so much!!! I loved all of these! Sorry I couldn't do much with Launchpads and nothing with Harpers though. I hope you enjoy them! ^^
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