#Dr Waddlemeyer

[shychick-52]

Does anyone else think it's absolutely heartbreaking that Gosalyn's most treasured keepsake of her grandfather is tainted by the guy they thought was a trusted friend, but betrayed them both? It's bad enough Gosalyn was forced to sacrifice her only chance at finding Dr. Waddlemeyer in whatever dimension Bulba banished him to, but she could never again look at that photo of her and her grandfather together without being reminded that Bulba tore them apart. 😭😭😭

The symbolism in the photo is very telling. Bulba is literally standing between Gosalyn and Dr. Waddlemeyer, and he literally came between them with his treachery.

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #darkwing duck #gosalyn mallard #gosalyn waddlemeyer #let's get dangerous #character analysis

[rubbersoles19]

The nearly complete collection of heroes in my 7 AM EST series.

Drake A. Mallard, Gosalyn Cavanary Julifeather Waddlemeyer-Mallard, Diver Jonah Mallard, Camille, Chickpea Featherlight, Honker Muddlefoot, Launchpad McQuack, Henri Featherlight, Roxanne Rose Dane, Max Goof, Scrooge McDuck, Dr. Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera, Oxford Bully, and the ever-impressive, Clovis.

Chapters for The Unmasked Mallard, Part 2 resume Monday!

#ducks #rubbersoles19 #7 am est #darkwing duck #ducktales #a goofy movie

[general-klumpp]

DuckTales THEORY: Team Who?

Hello Duckblr! We know that in DuckTales 2017, Huey, Dewey and Webby have their own definite cliques, but what if this idea were to extend to each of the six Duck children in hypothetical future seasons?

TLDR: If DuckTales kept going on, we would have seen more Louie/Doofus/Goldie episodes. May's interrogative side can blend her in with the Rescue Rangers.

Team Science (Huey)

Huey's group of allies usually revolves around working on scientific breakthroughs and his hero, Gizmoduck. Huey stories would usually involve these specific characters:

Gyro Gearloose

Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera (Gizmoduck)

Manny

BOYD

Gandra Dee

Huey's enemy is usually Mark Beaks, a businessman who makes his living off dumb and/or stolen ideas, which is totally against his moral code. If executed better, Dr. Akita could make a better contender.

Team Action (Dewey)

Dewey's group of allies usually revolves around getting into dangerous situations, definitely not due to the influence of Launchpad or his very own mother, Della. Dewey stories would usually involve these specific protagonists:

Launchpad McQuack

Della Duck

Drake Mallard (DW)

Gosalyn Waddlemeyer (an extension of DW)

Kit and Molly

Dewey's enemy is usually Don Karnage, a deranged air pilot who will go to any lengths to gain vengeance on him. Falcon Graves has also appeared in Dewey stories, a serious contender for his showboating.

Team Scheme (Louie)

Despite being shown to be a charmer in the show, Louie falls flat when it comes to making secure friends, especially when it's in his nature that he is the 'evil triplet' of the Duck boys. However, the cunning antihero, Goldie O'Gilt is quite fond of him. Louie stories would definitely involve these specific characters:

Goldie O'Gilt

Doofus Drake

Ottoman Brothers (placeholder because they're always in the background of Louie stories)

Although Louie completely destroyed Glomgold in S2, I'd love to see Rockerduck as his enemy, as the Wild West Swindler has a more interesting way to battle - with his words, instead of his fists.

Team Magic (Webby/April)

Webby's group of allies usually revolves around trying to fix the curses laid out from Scrooge's adventures, or his most powerful enemy, Magica De Spell. Webby stories would usually involve these specific characters:

Lena Sabrewing

Violet Sabrewing

Blackarts Beagle (redemption arc??)

Phantom Blot and Pepper (maybe they're forced to team-up??)

Morgana (placeholder because they don't have a grown-up hero)

Webby and Lena's enemy is usually Magica De Spell, a witch who wants to use her powers to abuse and take advantage of others, completely opposite to how Webby wants to play.

Team Mystery (May)

Despite the wishes of her current guardian, Donald Duck, I could see May get into contact with her ilk, also experimented on by FOWL - no other than the Rescue Rangers themselves!

Chip and Dale

Gadget Hackwrench

Monterey Jack

Zipper

...and maybe Detective Gokart from the comics (a loser that May could help to become a better person)

Perhaps the Rescue Rangers have found a larger FOWL experiment gone rogue and they need a heroine around their size to help bring the experiment to justice.

Team ??? (June)

Team Sports? Team Wellbeing? Team Theatre? Team Adorable? It seems that poor June is the only one I can't think of for a team.

By process of elimination, the only frequent group of protagonists without a child character to support them are the gods/goddesses of Ithaquack.

Bum Bum Ghigno, an everyday person from the comics might help her appreciate the normal and might draw parallels between the clone twins and his relationship with his brother.

I'd love to put the Idle Hour Club from Donald's first ever cartoon somewhere, but those stories wouldn't be fun.

#ducktales #huey duck #dewey duck #louie duck #webby vanderquack #may duck #june duck #ducktales s4 #ducktales season 4

[natalynsie]

Ducktales Characters Names if they Weren’t Animals

Title says it all. Good for human AUs ig. I’m mostly just bored. In alphabetical order (last and first names are separated). ONLY CHARACTERS FROM THE 2017 SHOW!

Beagle - Boyle (Irish, meaning ‘angry, rash’) -If you’re going for similarity, you could use ‘Beale’ instead (English, meaning ‘handsome’) 

 Beakley - Bailey (English, meaning ‘bailiff, steward’) -If you’re going for similarity, you could use ‘Buckley’ instead (English, meaning ‘from the goat clearing’)

Beaks - Beate (German, meaning ‘happy’)

Duck - Duncan (Scottish, meaning ‘dark skinned warrior’)

(Daisy) Duck - Dutch (English, meaning ‘from the Netherlands’)

Duckworth - Wentworth (English, meaning ‘village of the white people’)

(Roxanne) Featherly - Fairly (English, meaning ‘from the clearing overgrown with ferns’)

Fethry - February (English, meaning ‘purification, cleaning’)

McDuck - McDowell (Scottish, meaning ‘son of the dark one’)

McQuack - McCormick (Scottish, meaning ‘son of cormac’)

Quackfaster - Quintin (Latin, meaning ‘fifth’) -If you’re going for similarity, you could use ‘Quintero’ instead (Spanish, meaning ‘fifth’ or ‘farmstead’)

Rockerduck - Rockefeller (American, meaning ‘from Rockenfeld, Germany’)

(Lena/Violet) Sabrewing - Saber (French, meaning ‘sword’)

Vanderquack - Vander (Greek, meaning ‘good man’ or ‘family of’) (ypu could do ‘VanderDuncan’ or ‘VanderDowell’ if you want to get into the ‘family of’, even though it isn’t realistic.)

(Dr. Thaddeus/Gosalyn) Waddlemeyer - Meyer (English, meaning ‘mayor’)

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #ducktales2017 #donald duck #duck family #mcduck family #scrooge mcduck #louie duck #huey duck #dewey duck #webby #webby vanderquack #ducktales!human #human au #ducktakes au #ducktales human #ducktales human au #natie headcanons

[earthling-wolf]

Ducktales (2017) MBTI

Scrooge McDuck: ENTJ with developed Ni and Se

Hubert "Huey" Duck: agreeable ESTJ with developed Si and Ne

Dewford Dingus "Dewey" Duck: disagreeable ESFP

Llewelyn "Louie" Duck: ESTP with developed Fe

Webbigail "Webby" Vanderquack: ENFP with developed Si

Della Duck: agreeable ENTP

Donald Fauntleroy Duck: disagreeable ISFJ with developed Fe

Mrs. Bentina Beakley "Agent 22": ISTJ with developed Te

Lena Sabrewing: disagreeable ISFP with developed Se

Violet Apollonia Sabrewing: agreeable INTJ with developed Te

Drake Mallard "Darkwing Duck": ESFJ with developed Si

Launchpad McQuack: ENFP

Gosalyn Waddlemeyer: ESTP

Dr. Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera "Gizmoduck": agreeable ENTP with developed Fe

Gandra Dee: disagreeable INFP with developed Ne

Dr. Gyro Gearloose: disagreeable ENFP with developed Te

B.O.Y.D: INFP

Flintheart Glomgold (Duke Baloney): disagreeable ESFP with developed Te

Catherine "Ma" Beagle: disagreeable ESFJ

Magica De Spell: disagreeable ISFP with developed Se

#cartoons #adventure #ducktales #Scrooge McDuck #ENTJ #Huey Duck #ESTJ #Dewey Duck #ESFP #Louie Duck #ESTP #Webby Vanderquack #ENFP #Della Duck #ENTP #Donald Duck #ISFJ #Bentina Beakley #ISTJ #Lena Sabrewing #ISFP #Violet Sabrewing Ducktales #INTJ #Drake Mallard #Darkwing Duck #ESFJ #Launchpad McQuack #Gosalyn Waddlemeyer #Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera #Gandra Dee

[looks-golden]

The start of a new adventure

"The sounds of machinery and electricity running can be heard from McDuck Labs.

Most would think this was just another of Dr. Gearloose’s inventions, but they'd be wrong inside the lab.

Three figures could be seen as they are hard at work on the very machine itself.

Dr. Gear loose was running diagnostics on the software of the machine, Dr. Crackshell-Cabrera was handling the programming and was on stand-by with the gizmo duck armor in case of any problems with the machine while their latest intern, 18 yr old Huey Duck was keeping record of the first testing.

Nearby Darkwing Duck, Launchpad McQuack, Dewey Duck, and Gosalyn Waddlemeyer can be seen just nearby, but wait, why are they there, you ask? Well, the machine in question is none other than the ramrod itself' the very machine that almost folded the fabric of existence itself the very same one that brought Professor Waddlemeyer to an unknown universe.

Today they are beginning the testing phase of the ramrod after 7 years since its initial deactivation.As the scientists continued their work, Gosalyn looked unsure of the situation, she was excited that they could finally find her grandfather but was worried about what might have happened to him.

Unknown to Gosalyn Dewey noticed her worry.“Hey Gos you feeling okay” Dewey saysShe looks at him, realizing she had been too quiet.“Yeah just thinking” Gosalyn told him.Dewey looked at her. After 7 years of being her friend, he knew when something was bothering her.

"Gos are you worried something might happen". Dewey said.

Gosalyn looked at him kinda shocked he knew what she was worried about but realized she couldnt lie to him since he knew her too well.

"Its just that its been 7 years since it happened it just makes me wonder what happened to him" Gosalyn said.

Dewey saw the distraught in her eyes and the worry on her face as she said that.

"Gos everything is gonna be fine if your grandpa is every bit as amazing as you said he is than I just know he'd do anything to get back to you" Dewey said"I know that its just getting harder to hold on for hope after this long I really want to believe he's still out there but its just getting harder to do" Gosalyn said"Gos i know its hard searching for someone that might be gone just hold on hope we can Dewey this" Dewey said with a smile.Gosalyn just rolled her eyes at the pun but smiled at his words.Gosalyn and Dewey walked towards Gyro to check if testing is done.

"Hey Bowtie is it almost ready?" Gosalyn said as she approached him.

"Just finishing the last of the procedures and we’ll be good to go ponytail" Gyro had said under a secrion of the machine.

"So uh not to sound dumb or anything but how does it exactly work" Drake said.

"Unlike the first version of the ramrod this will be a gateway to other dimensions instead of punching holes into them once the testing phase is complete we can help Gosalyn find her grandfather" Huey said.

"I think that should do it what do you think doctor Gearloose" Fenton said after adjusting the coding.

"Hmm it seems fine though have red intern have a look at it Dr intern" Gyro said.

Fenton called Huey over to check it out. Huey double checked the coding and it seemed to be fine with nothing out of the ordinary about it and it seemed to be fine.

"It seems fine to me and the safety precautions have all been handled so I think we can start testing what do you think doctor Gearloose? " Huey said.

"Well everything seems to be in order so I think we can start" Gyro said while double checking the everything one last time.

"Alright than everyone stand on the other side of the yellow line were about to begin testing" Gyro said while starting the machine.

#dewey duck #ducktales 2017 #gosalyn mallard #huey duck #gyro gearloose #fenton crackshell cabrera #drake mallard #launchpad mcquack #ducktales fanfiction

[phoofoz]

I made this DT oc years ago her name was selena but I redesigned her and renamed her to taylor

She's the sister to Gosalyn Mallard-Waddlemeyer and grandchild to dr. waddlemeyer, she was taken by fowl as an egg and raised by an egghead.

#ocs #fanart #ducktales #Ducktalesoc #Ducktales art #gosalynmallard #TaylorMallard #gosalyn waddlemeyer

[thestrangecarrotcake]

Let's go with 1, 3, 7, 16, and 23 for Gosalyn! :)

ee i got excited and drew a picture

Gos!!

My first impression of them So, as i mentioned in a tag of one of your asks, my intro to the afternooniverse was dt17. I actually thought Darkwing Duck was an original character to the reboot for a while until I started hanging around the fandom tags and hearing people talk about Steelbeak's reveal at the end of Moonvasion and realized there had to be something more there. Pretty sure I found out about Gosalyn around the same time!! From what I gathered of her she seemed pretty cool and when I finally started watching DW I really enjoyed her character! Needless to say I was pretty stoked to see her in Let's Get Dangerous!! I actually had this whole hc ahead of time that she was gonna be a kinda Vanellope Von Schweetz style character coming from the TV show universe and having a glitchy vibe going on. I still think that would have been cool but she was amazing nonetheless!!!

3. A song that reminds me of them Obviously her lullaby,, I'm really coming up blank otherwise I'm afraid 😔😔

7. A quote of them that you remember "It's GOSALYN, actually. And I need your help hero, I figure you owe me one."

16. A childhood headcanon Since she was raised by Waddlemeyer I think she's probably pretty smart! Bet she wore her hair in pigtails when she was little like in her og design

23. Future headcanon Absolutely the jock of the friend group. Like everyone's either a nerd, Louie, or dedicated their physical abilities to adventures only, Gos does actual sports. Closer time-wise to show canon I've been thinking about Dr. Waddlemeyer and I am SO CERTAIN he must be in this world's version of the Negaverse. He's probably caring for the Gosalyn there like DW almost does in the original show. There'd be this whole thing with him not wanting to leave that Gosalyn and our Gos wanting him back so bad but also she's been with Drake and LP for so long that she sees them as family too and she just doesn't KNOW WHAT TO DO!!! I need to think on it more I have so many thoughts about dt17-verse Darkwing

#thank you for the ask!!! #ask game #ducktales #soup says stuff #ik we already have negaduck in dt17 verse but i don't see why the universe couldn't exist too #we know he's in an alternate universe already #and technically there WERE two different negaducks cuz there was that one that was all of DW's negative traits #i just think it'd be neat :>

[thisbelongsto-nohbodys]

Theory: Dr Waddlemeyer ended up on the human Earth (Gosalyn didn't get to it before destroying the Ramrod portal) and got captured by Mr X, Agent Powers, and Agent Trigger for government experimentation due to being a talking duck.

Hmm, not sure. Granted it could give a reason as to y Mr X had as much authority as he did when it came to hunting down the Plantars but at the same time having a human-sized talking duck already in custody would make talking frogs more believable to the rest of the FBI and they wouldn’t have dismissed Mr X as easily when the Plantars would slip away

#ask #Amphibia #mr x amphibia

[asktherealnegaduck]

What is your favorite memory of you and your father, Dr. Waddlemeyer?

Oh…well I don’t remember much of my father…we never…see each other eye to eye but I do remember when I was a baby he used to give me a bath, it was only the best moment I had

#jim sterling #negaduck #ducktales 17 #darkwing duck reboot

[antiquarianandunusual]

When Worlds Collide (A DuckTales 2017/Darkwing Duck/DuckTales 1987 Fic) Chapter 1: Double Darkwings and Multiple McQuacks

Story Synopsis: Darkwing Duck thought he was finished with the multiverse business. Of course, he and his newfound adventure family had the task at hand of searching for Dr. Waddlemeyer wherever he might have ended up, but as for visitors from other dimensions coming to theirs, Darkwing needed that like he needed a hole in the head. But, of course, his luck just had to prove faulty once again. When one night, disturbingly familiar faces show up in Darkwing's beloved St. Canard, what might have just been a one-time mission soon turns into a scientific catastrophe as the crew rushes to figure out the unprecedented consequences of the Ramrod's overuse, and why interdimensional portals keep appearing unpredictably. What's more troubling is the visitors that Darkwing and company don't know about- the ones that immediately begin lurking and teaming up to use the situation to their advantage. As dimensions intersect and armies of villains from all walks of life begin gathering just underneath the surface, two Darkwing Ducks have to put their similarities aside and stop what could not only be the end of the world, but the universe. One thing is certain: It's going to get dangerous.

Next Chapter: https://at.tumblr.com/gyrodegearloose/when-worlds-collide-a-ducktales-2017darkwing/gh08tvd00cba

Also available to read on AO3!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39020886/chapters/97606503

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Darkwing Duck could remember several things about the last few hours but asking him to piece any of it together- especially then putting it into words- was too much. He had enough to remember that he and Launchpad's midnight patrol had ended up in yet another unexpected case, but it was too hazy for him to fully understand what had happened. He could barely even remember which of his many archnemeses they had been pursuing; all he could recall was a flash and being blinded, his vision restoring mere milliseconds before the Ratcatcher went careening into a wall he would swear up and down hadn't been there seconds before. Launchpad, in all his resiliency, had rushed over to check and make sure Darkwing was okay first in true L.P. fashion, right before it was lights out for the oh-so triumphant hero. He had to have hit his head in the wreck, thankfully with his helmet on this time, but his head was still pounding, and his vision still left much to be desired as he finally began to stir.

As he came to, the first thing he noticed was that he was not laying down in his bed at home, a hospital bed, or even still face-down on the pavement, like he had expected; he was upright in a chair. He could feel the aching pain in his neck from being slouched over as he slowly raised his head, hissing through his teeth and wincing as his gaze lifted. He rolled his head a few times as he tried to blink away the fog, both mental and visual, ending the quick stretch with a shake. He raised a hand to massage his sore neck and lessen the tension, or at least tried to.

Because that was the second thing Darkwing Duck noticed: he was tied to the chair by his wrists.

That jostled him back to life fairly quickly.

A little more frantically than he would have cared to admit, Darkwing began glancing around to see if anything rang any alarm bells. Almost instantly, his panicked feelings melted into a strange brew of mortification and flattery; not only was he able to quickly deduce that he was in one of the Audobon Bay Bridge towers, but whoever had taken up residence here had to have been the kind of obsessive fan he may have been desperate for a year ago. But now, after as much character development as he had experienced in such a short time, it was much less endearing. It wasn't like him putting up Captain Virtue posters on his own tower walls for inspiration when he had first gotten started, or Launchpad lining up his Frankie Ferret comics by chronological order on the living room bookshelf. This was hours upon hours of dedication, achievable only by someone who had dropped everything specifically for a hero they had never even met.

To Darkwing's right, there was a glass case of various Darkwing-themed costumes, arrow bolts with his face on them, and a Darkwing Duck lunch box. He didn't even know they made those (and was either going to have to double-check his licensing agreements or have a very stern talk with some manufacturers). In front of him, even more shockingly, was a near-perfect replica of the Ratcatcher.

It was the kind of detail you could only get from poring over newspaper clippings for hours on end, from spending every waking hour taping and thoroughly studying the Darkwing Duck segments in the news (as small as they were in number). It was clear that any detailing differences were little more than creative choices. None of it was accidental.

Out of the people who were this obsessed with his likeness, only one had turned out to be a valuable ally. Everyone else were the kind of people who wanted nothing more than to see him, well... not alive.

... This was where he was going to die, wasn't it?

No. NO. Not on Darkwing Duck's watch. He wasn't going to let some trust fund baby with excellent taste in St. Canardian heroes do him in. And if they really were a fan, maybe once he was free and they decided it was all some wacky misunderstanding, they could sit down together, share stories about their favorite moments in his lengthy career...

No, Darkwing! First things first: getting untied, or at least making some progress in getting out of this disturbingly- yet amazingly- decked-out hideout.

Darkwing tested the waters and noticed his captor had neglected to bind his legs, so if he could just find a way to stand, his options multiplied. The unfortunate truth, however, was that it was an office chair and one of decent quality, at that- meaning it had some heft, and if he tried to stand while still tied to it, there was a chance it could knock him over and pin him to the floor. The more fortunate side, he realized soon thereafter, was that for the same reason, it had wheels.

It wasn't easy to adjust because the chair had been made for someone slightly taller than he was, but one light push off the floor and a few inches to his left and he had the beginning of a plan blossoming. That plan? Well, he still wasn't entirely sure besides "leave", but any sort of movement was progress as he inched his way around the replica Ratcatcher. It was progress, at least, until he pushed off just a little too hard and a little too close to the nearby staircase.

"Uh-oh," were the first and very appropriate words out of his mouth as he felt the chair begin to tilt backwards.

Falling down a flight of stairs was nothing new to Darkwing Duck, but that didn't make the experience any less painful. It didn't help that these stairs were particularly small, so he went down fast and hit a lot of corners along the way. He had some hope that maybe it would stop on the landing halfway between the first and second floors, but no such luck; he made it all the way down to the floor. More unfortunately, he made it all the way down to the floor face-down just as he had feared, so the chair now had him to the ground, stuck lying very uncomfortably down.

"Ow," was the next very appropriate thing out of his mouth. And if that wasn't enough, it wasn't very much longer afterwards that he heard an alarmed "What the-?!" and the panicked noise of someone scuffling down the stairs.

As the sound of their footsteps grew louder as they got closer, so did the sound of them grumbling under their breath, yet the metaphorical birds twittering around his head were too loud for him to make out what was being said. He didn't fully start coming to until he felt the newcomer's hand brush up against his arm as they tried to lift the chair back up into its wheels. "Leave him alone for one second andOHYOU'REAWAKE-"

They swiftly recoiled and dropped the chair. Darkwing, once again face down on the floor with a painful thud, offered little more than another tentative "ow".

The other person once again reached down to help him up with a strangely meek "Sorry! Sorry!" and actually managed to prop and keep him upright this time. But their worried expression soon turned sour when their purpose returned to them. "Wait, no I am NOT sorry!" they insisted, and with a flourish, they whirled around and pulled something out. Suddenly, there was a gun in Darkwing Duck's face.

"Hey, hey, hey!" he hollered instinctively. "Careful, you could hurt somebody with that thing!"

This was when Darkwing, now suddenly sobered by a very real threat, realized that this wasn't just any weapon- it was his gas gun, or the closest thing to it. Now that he was paying attention, the mask, the hat, the cape- all of them were undoubtedly familiar, too; their shirt, not so much, but it was a close enough recreation that its inspiration was undeniable given all other context. "Now, just who do you think y-"

"Silence, villain!" His captor pressed the gas gun closer to his face, and Darkwing, admittedly nervous, pressed himself back further in the chair. But as nervous as he was, he could see the gun shaking ever-so-slightly in their hand, a false bravado in their voice that anyone else might have missed. There was always something about Darkwing that made villains shake in their boots, but this duck looked like they had seen a ghost. "Who... who sent you? What are you doing in my city?!"

"YOUR city?" Darkwing was incredulous; if there was one thing he hated, it was unauthorized impersonators. "Last I checked, I was the sole protector of St. Canard, not some two-bit knockoff fanboy!"

A nerve was clearly struck as their voice became firmer. "Answer the question!"

"I LIVE HERE! I'm Darkwing Duck! Maybe you've heard of him?!" He used his head to gesture around him.

The other duck lifted their opposite hand to steady their gas gun. They swallowed hard but kept their expression as steely as they could, focused hard on Darkwing as they scoffed. "What is this, some kind of... What, are YOU some kind of... Are you here for Jim Starling?! Huh?!"

"Well," started Darkwing, growing more and more agitated by the second, "I don't know who that is, so I guess not."

"Then I'm not going to ask you again, you felonious fiend, what are you doing playing Darkwing in St. Canard? That's MY job!"

"Listen, pal, I don't know if you're new here or what, but I have been 'playing' Darkwing for almost two decades and I've yet to find a Darkwing double that hasn't been up to something suspicious, so sue me if I'm not exactly buying what you're selling."

Another scoff. "Two decades?"

Darkwing adjusted himself to sit up proudly. "Two decades."

"I don't believe it."

"Well, you'd better start, because if I wasn't then how would I have the guts to do THIS?!"

In a quick flash, fast enough so his captor had no time to react, he whirled around and kicked off the staircase railing behind him, soaring backwards and knocking them right off their feet, sending them tumbling across the hard concrete floor. To keep himself from falling, he leaned forward and pressed his feet down on the ground, careful not to make himself topple head over heels.

Dazed but not defeated, his opponent pressed their upper back and hands on the ground underneath them, kicking up and straight into a defensive stance; Darkwing might have been impressed, but he was much more focused on rolling out of harm's way. There were now no stairs to concern himself with and the bottom floor was mostly empty, so his only goal remained "don't get hurt". Even so, the other duck was fast- faster than he anticipated- and they were able to lunge after him after only a small sprint.

What they didn't account for, however, was that office chairs never really took kindly to sudden burdens, especially not when they were already holding someone else, so they both tumbled. Darkwing ended up on his back this time, while the other duck fell over him, rolling into a wall.

In the midst of it all, Darkwing could hear the distant sound of what sounded like ringing- not like alarm bells or the phone back home, but softer, more digital, a ditty not too harsh but just annoying enough to get your attention. It sounded like it was coming from the second floor of the tower.

His opponent brushed their cape out of their face and shouted, "Not now!" as they fumbled back to their feet. The ringing ceased and from the same general area, Darkwing swore he could hear a distant, British voice chastise, "Demanding, aren't we?"

He, meanwhile, was focused on trying to get himself back up. Now that there was actual danger involved, he couldn't afford to stay down for even a second, even if it meant risking falling right back over. He weaponized every bit of adrenaline-powered strength he had left to throw the chair over himself, eventually landing on his knees before forcing himself to struggle to his feet. It wasn't a moment too soon, either; once again, he was leapt at, and he quickly turned to catch them in the face with one of the chair's wheels. In their eyes, Darkwing could see in the glazed look in their eyes the same birds flying overhead as he had over his own just minutes before, a dozed moment passing of them holding their face and trying to dispel the clouds.

The ringing started again and for a confused second, Darkwing could see that the other duck thought it might have been in their ears. When the same voice from before gave an irritable, "Ahem?", they shook it off. "Fine, fine!" they conceded as they regained the power to move for Darkwing, fist raised. "W.A.N.D.A., answer call!"

"'W.A.N.D.A., answer call' what?"

They swung at Darkwing and missed as he threw himself back and rolled out of the way. They grumbled under their breath as they pointed the gas gun carefully at Darkwing. "Please, please! W.A.N.D.A., answer call, PLEASE!"

"That's better."

A cloud of purple smoke flooded the room with a hiss and Darkwing, unable to brush it away with his cape, shut his eyes tight and held his breath to protect himself as best he could. Through the fog rose a third, panicked voice. "Darkwing? Come in, Darkwing! This is Fenton. Darkwing, are you there?"

For a second, Darkwing's heart sank at the mention of the insufferable accountant's name. Not because he could have been cohorts with an up-and-coming copycat villain, but because he really had that much difficulty tolerating the guy. Thankfully, despite the name not being all that common in Calisota, this Fenton's voice and manner of speaking was different. There was no way it was the same person.

His opponent's voice was muffled, beak concealed by their cape as they backed away from the gas. "I'm here, buddy!" they chimed, but there was a layer of agitation in their voice they tried desperately to mask.

"Darkwing, we have an emergency on our hands. I was staying overnight in the lab to check on some of our more... sensitive experiments, and I just happened to check on some of the stability levels relating to the, um, incident- just out of curiosity. And I compared it to the data we collected when it happened and... Are you... fighting someone right now?" Fenton craned his neck to catch a glimpse of the action.

The smoke had cleared, and both of the caped crusaders were now face-to-face in a standoff, each waiting for the other to make the first move. "Don't worry about it!"

Fenton blinked. He opened his beak to comment but soon thought better of it, shutting it and shaking his head mournfully. "Well, um... Anyway. I was looking at the stability levels that we saw during everything and the average of what we've seen after, and at around midnight tonight, the levels, well... They spiked."

Darkwing's opponent let their guard down for a second. They whirled around to shoot a warning look at Fenton, making him wilt slightly. "What do you mean they spiked?"

"For about five minutes, there was an instability. The data matched what we saw the last time the Ramrod activated."

And just like that, the other duck was taking off up the stairs like a fired bullet, Darkwing completely forgotten. He could only sit there, dumbfounded that they could just walked away from their fight; he was even just slightly offended. "But that's impossible. The Ramrod was destroyed, I watched it break." The anxious pacing began. "Bulba is in maximum security. He's on watch 24/7, so there's no way he could have rebuilt it."

Bulba? Darkwing's blood ran cold at the very mention of the bionic bull. He wasn't sure where the former crime lord had ended up, but prison certainly wasn't it. Still, he had no time to mention it before his mimic continued.

"The portal at the Library of Alexandria was completely dismantled. We spent weeks making sure none of it was left behind, and McDuck made sure to always have security posted at the site. The plans have been under lock and key and about a dozen of the latest high-tech traps since day one. There's just no way."

"I-I know! But it happened, and I called Dr. Gearloose so we could try and figure out what caused it. I'm just waiting on him to get back to me. But... Darkwing, the readings were off the charts and focused mainly in downtown St. Canard. Is there any way you might have noticed something strange on your patrol tonight?"

"I mean, there was..." They trailed off and with a look of realization, gazed down at Darkwing, horrified.

"Darkwing? Hello, Darkwing?"

"Fenton, I'm gonna have to call you back."

_______________________________________________________

Rule number one in St. Canard: Hitchhiking? Don't even think about it.

The last time Launchpad had wandered a little too far away from the Ratcatcher and gotten lost in the maze of a city that was St. Canard, he had been left with seemingly no choice but to try and get a ride from someone happening by on the street; he could traverse the city by wheel or wing like no one else, but as soon as he was treading on foot, he was hopelessly disoriented. So, he'd hoped, maybe he would get lucky and find an average, helpful citizen- maybe on their way home from a closing shift at your usual 9-5- who would be willing to throw him a bone. Alas, he wasn't so lucky; this was how he was picked up by a robbery-ready Megavolt in a stolen car and wrapped up in some scheme involving an office building's fluorescent lighting fixtures. That was the first and only time that the tables had turned, and Drake had to bail him out of jail.

So, one could imagine his hesitation when he realized how confused he was trying to navigate the city THIS time.

When Darkwing had first wrecked the Ratcatcher, Launchpad had been a little banged up, but mostly fine. He had been survived crashes that were much worse than his fall from the side car, so he was back up even before the smoke cleared. D.W., however, was worse for wear.

Thankfully, it could have and had been much more dire before, but he still certainly didn't look too well after his second time flying head-first into a brick wall. Launchpad had noticed Darkwing, slumped on the ground and unmoving, before he was aware of any of his own minute injuries and had wasted no time running over to check on his best friend. Unfortunately, he was, indeed, out cold.

Launchpad's first instinct was to run and get the help he knew he wouldn't have been able to give; he could fix a plane like it was nothing, but people? Not so much. The nearest hospital was across the city, he knew that at least, and he was certain that if he went canvassing at random people's doorsteps for help, he would either swiftly be turned away or have the police called on him for disturbing the peace. However, he was fairly sure that just a few blocks away was Macawber Manor, and Morgana at least would offer what she could for her boyfriend's sake- even if just an attempted teleportation spell to get him someplace safer.

But when he got to where it should have been, there was simply no house. No house, no gate, no ominous storm clouds, nothing. He should have had the address right because Darkwing dragged him here all the time during their nightly patrols, but where her manor should have been was some nondescript office building. And if there was anything Morgana was, it was certainly not nondescript, which was why he wasn't as surprised as much as angry that she had gone and disappeared again.

Frustrated but knowing he couldn't leave his friend alone for long, Launchpad stormed back to the site of the crash to check in on Darkwing and get another plan together quick. Yet, if he thought Morgana vanishing was annoying, then certainly vexed was he upon returning to no Darkwing Duck. The remains of the Ratcatcher were still there smoldering, but sure as it was, Darkwing had just up and gone. Launchpad struggled to decide if he should be relieved that he was at least functional, or worried that there could be villains abound.

Even so, his only plan at the time was to walk and hope he happened by Darkwing. After all, there was always the possibility that he had in turn gone searching for Launchpad.

And that was how the sidekick had ended up pathetically and undoubtedly lost.

If he had difficulty walking through St. Canard before, someone had thrown the switch into some sort of extreme mode; for some reason, at every twist he turn he found himself at, each time thinking it had dawned on him exactly where he was, Launchpad ran into something entirely different from what he was anticipating. Apartment buildings were corporate offices, corporate offices were coffee shops, and coffee shops were department stores. It was if someone had taken the pieces of St. Canard and rearranged them, like a puzzle where the pieces fit together well enough in another order at the cost of the final picture making any sort of sense. He didn't even recognize most of the street names.

It wasn't the strangest thing that had happened to him since moving to the city, but it was one of the most frustrating.

Dejected, Launchpad had sunk into a McDuck Industries bench, which he should have recognized but didn't. He propped his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands to sulk for a minute, which was when he saw the headlights shine around a nearby street corner, illuminating the road ahead. Should I? he wondered because the last thing he needed was a repeat of last time, but he also was clueless as to where he was or how he was going to make it home.

Going against his better judgement, he stood and began waving his arms wildly as the inconspicuous sedan rounded the corner. "Hey!" he shouted, not unlike a madman. "Hey, can I get some help?"

Surprisingly, they pulled over.

And that was how Launchpad got extremely lucky in late-night St. Canard, sitting in the back seat of someone who not only appeared harmless, but also just so happened to be going the way of Darkwing Tower. The only thing that really had him concerned? He felt like he knew the guy from somewhere but couldn't pinpoint where from.

He also had a kid with him, clearly irritated that he had stopped and picked Launchpad up, which he couldn't fault her for. But as she eyed him cautiously from the front passenger seat via the rearview mirror, he couldn't help but wilt a little under her green-eyed gaze. He recognized that feeling, too.

Sensing the tension, the driver, a redhead almost as tall as Launchpad who seemed to have trouble staying in his own lane, turned around to face him. The girl, without missing a beat, reached over and steadied his grip on the steering wheel. "So, uh..." he started. "You're a pilot, right?"

"Hm?" It took Launchpad's brain a second to register. He beamed once it clicked. "Oh, yeah! Not to brag, but I've flown for some pretty big-ticket clients before."

"Me, too! Man, there's no better feeling than having your head in the clouds. You know, I used to drive for this one guy. You might've heard of him, Mr.-"

"That was our turn!" chimed the girl.

"Oh!" Without hesitation, he did a U-turn in the middle of the empty street. Neither passenger flinched. "Yikes. Thanks, Gosalyn."

"Gosalyn?" echoed Launchpad. "Hey, my friend's got a kid named Gosalyn, too. You kind of remind me of her now that I think about it. Crazy, huh?"

"Sure."

Silence. The driver was visibly nervous in the mirror. Launchpad figured he'd take a stab of his own at breaking the ice: "So, what brings you all out to the bridge at this time of night?"

"You know." A beat. You could see the wheels turning. "Stuff."

"We live right across," Gosalyn interjected. "Right outside of Duckburg."

Launchpad titled his head to the side and thought for a second. "I didn't know they had houses out that way. I thought it was mostly beach."

"It's a beach house."

"Oh."

Once again, they settled into uncomfortable silence and Launchpad decided to settle for watching out the window. He tried to piece together what he was looking at, but nothing looked familiar. He'd hoped he would recognize at least some of the businesses they passed, but he didn't. It may as well have been another planet.

"Hey, is there, uh... anything weird about the city tonight, or am I just losing it?" Although he was genuinely beginning to wonder if the problem might have been him, he threw in a short, humorless laugh.

"Like what?"

"I dunno, like... Like everything's out of order? I don't recognize anything we're passing. I could have sworn there was a jewelry store out this way."

A tension relaxed in the other guy's shoulders that Launchpad hadn't noticed before. Still, he exchanged a concerned look with Gosalyn. "No, not that I know about."

Launchpad hummed with unease; he'd just have to ask Darkwing later, assuming he would find him. Besides, they were pulling up to the bridge, directly onto the sidewalk. At least they didn't need to worry about other cars.

"Hey," he began as he unbuckled and prepared to get out, "thanks for the ride. You're a real lifesaver."

The driver beamed proudly. "No worries. Be safe getting home."

Launchpad clicked his tongue and offered an awkward finger gun as he clambered out onto the slim stirp of sidewalk left in their wake. "You know it."

He leaned against the railing and waited for them to go.

They didn't.

The car's driver chuckled with a nervous edge to his voice. "Don't you, uh, need to be headed home? You said you live near here, right?"

"Yeah! Yeah, I'm just. You know." He fumbled for an excuse. "Taking in some fresh air."

"There's fresh air on the way home, too," suggested Gosalyn, her suspicion visible.

"The, er... fresh air here is better," he quipped. "Right by the bay, you know."

The trio festered in uncomfortable silence for a long moment, Launchpad and the man not seeming to realize their destination was the same, Gosalyn being well aware and trying to mask her unease long enough to get Launchpad to leave. Finally, all three of them went to speak at once before a familiar voice called down from atop the bridge's tower. "Launchpad!"

Both of the redheaded pilots looked up, then at each other, and then pointed at each other accusatorily.

Who Launchpad thought at first was Darkwing began climbing down a support beam, hollering, "Launchpad, we have a little issue! I've been waiting for you two to get home, what took so long?" As he approached, Launchpad realized this was not his Darkwing; this one was just slightly taller, slenderer, his costume passable but still not the real thing. When he finished descending, he sprinted over. He stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed Launchpad.

"Ah, Launchpad," he sighed, taking the pilot in. "I see you've already met Launchpad."

#fanfiction #fan works #darkwing duck #ducktales 2017 #drake mallard #launchpad mcquack #gosalyn waddlemeyer #gosalyn mallard #fenton crackshell cabrera #fenton crackshell-cabrera

[shychick-52]

Gosalyn, Gandra, Fenton, and the Solego Circuit

So, in this post and this post, I talked about the ways the twist reveal about Gandra's secret relationship with Fenton and her secretly being good came off as clunky and confusing when it was revealed in 'Beaks In the Shell.'

But one thing I want to specifically focus on is her role in sabotaging what was perhaps Gosalyn's only chance at finding her grandfather in whatever dimension he was stuck in.

At the end of 'Let's Get Dangerous', Darkwing urged Gos not to give up on trying to get back her grandfather, saying "Launchpad knows some super scientists!" (implying that Team Science might help, eeeeeee), and then promised he'd help her find him. The Solego Circuit and its plans- one of the Missing Mysteries, and the key that could open doorways to other dimensions- was left with Darkwing (even tho Gosalyn was forced to destroy the Ramrod machine, which needed the Solego Circuit to bring in things and people from other dimensions; it was still their only hope, and they probably planned to use the plans for the Solego Circuit to build a new device like the Ramrod).

In the episode right after that one, 'Escape From the ImpossiBin', Bradford had Gandra hack into the Bin's new-and-improved, so-called impenetrable security system while Scrooge and some of the family were testing it, which turned out to be an elaborate distraction to keep the Ducks busy so that F.O.W.L. could steal the Missing Mysteries the family had found so far...

...including the Solego Circuit and its plans, Gosalyn's only hope of recovering her grandfather. In St. Canard, Steelbeak got the drop on Darkwing at his hideout and stole them:

(Darkwing: *on the phone to Scrooge* "...Some bruiser with a steel beak!")

("Didn't catch his name. Stole the Solego Circuit plans!")

Here's the thing, though. In 'Let's Get Dangerous', it was established that Darkwing and Fenton talked all night for days, trying to figure out a way to get Gosalyn's grandpa back (Darkwing was presumably friends with Fenton- who designed his AI supercomputer and crime-fighting tech- through Launchpad, but I digress). And, like I said, it was implied at the end of that episode that Fenton (along with the help of Team Science) would continue to help Darkwing and Gos save Dr. Waddlemeyer.

I know Gandra had no real loyalty to F.O.W.L. (she was only following orders, and had to make it appear to them she was really on their side for her safety) and was secretly in a relationship with Fenton, and was using the money she got from F.O.W.L. to help build her and Fenton's top-secret VR project, and planned to quit as soon as it was finished... but even though it wasn't entirely Gandra's fault, did Fenton know she was partly responsible for Gosalyn losing her only chance at getting her grandfather back?? I'm sure he at least knew the Solego plans were stolen, since Darkwing was in regular contact with him. And since Fenton wanted to help Gosalyn get her grandfather back, I'm sure he felt terrible for her!

Honestly, I think Gandra probably did tell Fenton she had no choice but to follow Bradford's orders to distract the Ducks so that F.O.W.L. could steal the found Missing Mysteries, and I'm sure she felt really bad about Gosalyn too- she probably knew about Gos from Fenton- and I'm sure Fenton still understood that Gandra was in a difficult position. It's a really interesting conflict/drama I wish they would've had time to talk about in either 'Beaks In the Shell' or 'The Last Adventure'; it definitely would have been something to bring up in a fourth season!

This makes things even more difficult when you think about how grateful Gosalyn was to Fenton for his efforts in trying to help her get her grandpa back. It was implied in 'The Last Adventure' that Gosalyn knew how badly Fenton was missing his girlfriend (heck, Fenton talked to Drake and Launchpad about how worried he was about her at the beginning of that episode) in the scene where the kids insisted on coming with the adults to storm the Lost Library:

(Gosalyn: "Fenton tried to help me get my people back. I'm gonna to the same for him!")

I mean, I'm sure Gosalyn knew by then that Fenton's girlfriend was a former F.O.W.L. agent who betrayed F.O.W.L. and got captured for it (Drake and Launchpad knew, according to their convo with Fenton in the beginning of this episode, and the twist about Gandra really being good was known ever since 'Beaks In the Shell;' and in 'The Last Adventure', she was even included on Webby's extensive family board). But did she actually know about Gandra's role in the Solego plans getting stolen?? Because if she did- even though Fenton had tried to help Gosalyn- how didn't she feel betrayed by him (one of Darkwing Duck's closest friends and allies, no less) for secretly associating with not only an 'enemy' the whole time, but one who played a significant part in dashing her last hope of getting her grandfather back? How didn't Darkwing feel betrayed by his friend, since he vowed to help Gos find a way to bring her grandfather??

And yes, they likely recovered all the Missing Mysteries- including the Solego key and plans- when they left the Lost Library in the end of 'The Last Adventure' (even tho it wasn't actually shown).

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #gosalyn mallard #gosalyn waddlemeyer #darkwing duck #fenton crackshell cabrera #gandra dee #character analysis #headcanon #let's get dangerous #escape from the impossibin #the last adventure

[rubbersoles19]

How would you describe a timeline among the events that happened in the 7 AM EST universe?

Drake is born

+3 years: Diver is born

Drake enters high school and becomes friends with Oxford Bully

Drake graduates high school and leaves St. Canard

Roughly 4 years later, Drake returns to St. Canard and he and Diver begin production on "Darkwing Duck"

+3 years: Diver is involved in the car accident that kills Dr. Thaddeus Waddlemeyer. Drake meets Waddlemeyer's orphaned granddaughter, Gosalyn, and adopts her. Within a few months, Diver is "killed" in another car accident. Suddenly one night, Drake packs up and leaves St. Canard and "Darkwing Duck" with Gosalyn. Without their lead producer and star actor around, the show is cancelled before the season 3 finale.

+5 years: A Darkwing look-alike sets fire to the old DW Studio. Drake and Gosalyn return to St. Canard which has been declining since "Darkwing" shut down. Portia Featherly begins a smear campaign against Drake, revealing 1st person accounts of the cruel way Drake used to treat everyone involved in "Darkwing." Through various attacks on them by Detective Slick Adder and the Beagle Boys, the Mallards meet the Muddlefoots, who hand over the journal that Portia was pulling the accounts from. While trying to figure out who wrote the journal, the Mallards also meet Flintheart Glomgold, who is trying to buy the Studio and "Darkwing." After Gosalyn and Drake both get the chance to read the journal for themselves, Drake reveals the truth to Gosalyn. Gosalyn, along with the Muddlefoots, are later kidnapped by the Beagle Boys while Drake watches a news special hosted by Portia, who interviews the alleged "Phantom." He reveals himself to be Diver, whom Drake had forgotten completely in a mental breakdown. Drake, as Darkwing, goes to the Studio to confront his brother. The Muddlefoots escape, but Drake and Gosalyn are nearly killed. Portia and Slick turn against Diver - "Negaduck" - who then kills them while getting himself killed. The Studio burns to the ground. After recovering from their injuries, Drake and Gosalyn are approached by Scrooge McDuck's lawyers, who was the original investor in "Darkwing" and is looking to recoup his losses. Flintheart shows up and tries to steal the property, but is thwarted. Scrooge himself then shows up, and hires Drake to start another production company under McDuck Enterprises. Drake and Gosalyn go back into the business, purchase the home next to the Muddlefoot's on Avian Way, and start their new life.

+3 years: Drake's production company, Posiduck Productions, is in full swing, but their most recent project, Evelyn Eternal - a film written by him and Gosalyn and is partially autobiographical on Gosalyn's part - is plagued with bad luck. The director, Alba Reacher, insists that Gosalyn play the lead and Gos's best friend, Chickpea Featherlight, becomes Gosalyn's personal assistant. Launchpad McQuack has been hired as Drake's PA, and together they leave St. Canard to film on location at a mountain lake. Before they leave, Elmo Sputterspark, the original "Megavolt," shows up and joins them. Rocky Faverolle, the designer of Posiduck's new headquarters, continually stalks the set and Drake. Drake, secretly, is dealing with a new medication for his aggressive, early on-set alzheimer's. The hired captain to handle the film's boat, Max Goof, befriends them, and Alba continues to pry into Gosalyn's personal business, especially her parents. Chickpea learns about the Knights Paddling, an alchemist cult centered in St. Canard. Drake fires Alba, kicks Rocky off the set, and takes over directing himself. During the final stunt of the film, Gosalyn is kidnapped and flown back to St. Canard, and the gang follows. Gosalyn is taken to Posiduck, which Rocky has rigged with strange devices. Alba - actually Drake's fellow actor and ex-girlfriend, Morgana Swanson - magically pries into Gosalyn's mind. Rocky's devices create a magical portal that will transform objects into other objects, and Drake - Darkwing - and the others must stop him. Morgana brings the ghost of Waddlemeyer inside Gosalyn's memories to life to pry a calculation out of him. Gosalyn is able to kick her out, and asks her grandfather how he died. Rocky looses his beak in the device and vanishes, and the group reverses the transformations only for Darkwing's mind to be burnt out by the machine. Elmo is able to save his mind with an electric jump, and Morgana vanishes. After the red carpet premiere, the Mallards head home only to find that Diver is, once again, alive, due to the portal.

+1 year: Diver is working at Posiduck when Liquidator - or a version of him - attacks, mistaking Diver for Darkwing. Gosalyn, who's back in town during spring break, Launchpad, and Drake are invited to Canard Towers for a special presentation by Mark Beaks of his latest device, the WaddleMaker, a smart watch. Everyone gets samples just as Diver joins them and Megavolt attacks. She's beaten by the Mallards, and Mark declares he will host DWCon, a convention to celebrate all things Darkwing right there in town. Mayor Owlson refuses to call off the convention, despite the supervillain attacks, and volunteers Drake and Diver to help train Commissioner Bully's police force. While doing so, they are attacked by Bushroot, and take her into custody. Meanwhile, Quackerjack attacks town square and kidnaps Roxanne Rose Dane. Diver heads out during the night and Honker uses Gosalyn's WaddleMaker to track Diver's. She follows him to the abandoned KDUK building, where they are attacked by the Fearsome Four and Rocky, who now goes by Steelbeak. Rocky, however, intervenes in the trap when he realizes Gosalyn is present, and they are able to escape. Diver leads Gosalyn and Drake to his old haunt, where they meet Vi. Vi tells them about Diver's old days of being an errand boy/attack dog for the Knights Paddling, of whom Rocky is a member. The next morning, Chickpea, Honker, and Henri Featherlight go to KDUK, and find Quackerjack, who had been attacked by the Four. Quackerjack agrees to take them to Steelbeak, but Henri must stay behind. Irate, she heads downtown and runs into Launchpad. Together they paint a mural in downtown with Liquidator and Megavolt's real names, hoping to jog their memories about who they really are. Mark then livestreams and claims to be held hostage by Steelbeak, demanding Darkwing show up. Despite knowing it's a trap, Darkwing does, and Steelbeak uses his platform to publicly out the Knight's existence, as well as the messy history between Diver, Drake, Gosalyn, the Knights, and Waddlemeyer - whom Diver murdered on behalf of the Knights. Diver is arrested and makes a deal with Bully: he will give Bully Steelbeak in exchange for his own freedom. Meanwhile in Duckburg, Quackerjack reveals that he was leading Chickpea and Honker into a trap waiting for them at Waddle - Mark's company. Honker, an intern at Waddle, gets them inside and they end up in the basement, where Mark turned his volunteers into the supervillains. Honker begins to contact Gosalyn. Meanwhile, Gosalyn, Drake, Diver, and Launchpad and Henri split up. Diver sends Vi - secretly Camille Chameleon - into the prison after Steelbeak, disguised as Binkie Muddlefoot, and follows. Steelbeak sets off an EMP and kills the prison's power, then breaks out Bushroot as well as Professor Moliarty, whom Camille disguises as. Diver is left behind in the prison. Bully and Drake question Mark, who triggers the WaddleMakers, transforming everyone wearing one into a dead Knights member, Roxanne into Portia and Bully into Slick. Gosalyn, LP, and Henri are busy trying to track down the Fearsome Four when Gosalyn begins transforming. Honker intervenes and stops it, for the most part...

That got LONG. Enjoy!

#ducks #rubbersoles19 #darkwing duck #7 am est #hit the character limit a couple times while writing this #didn't even know tumblr had a character limit

[astrodances]

What does Drake think about of Gosalyn grandpa

(combining these two bc they're related)

Answering the second question first, Gos wouldn't take it well at all. She would want to fight and take on anyone who dares to even put her grandfather's name and "collaborator" in the same sentence because she KNOWS that he would never, ever, ever betray Canard and/or the Prophets willingly. She knows that there's a reason for everything that he did that is not collaboration (from this: he was forced to work for the AU Cardassians in order to protect Gos), and she's determined to find out that reason, and her grandpa himself, to prove everybody wrong.

So, it upsets her, but it's also another source of motivation for her.

Drake meets Gos while investigating Dr. Waddlemeyer's disappearance, and at first, he's personally very wary about him because that's just how he's come to be about supposed collaborators in general after a lifetime of "If you're not fighting with us, then you're against us."

But it doesn't take Gos that long at all to change Drake's mind about Dr. Waddlemeyer: all Drake can see after their first mission together is a kid who just wants to find her family, and the absence of a scientist, a grandfather, who got tangled up in a war that he just wasn't meant to fight off. And after some time (aka after he adopts her), all Drake can hope is that he can provide even just a fraction of the love and comfort that Gos needs, that her grandfather would have provided, and the hope and promise that they'll find him (or, at the very least, answers) eventually.

#Astro answers #DuckTales #Star Trek AU

[tarusbulbas-blog]

Mr. Bulba, do you have any regrets on your actions costing you your friendship with Dr. Waddlemeyer?

Well Yes I really liked his granddaughter she was a strange girl but there was something about that I liked I don’t know if it’s her bravery or her body

[illiardbilliard]

My brain is chock-full of concepts for a Darkwing Duck reboot and I'm struggling to draw them all as fast as I'm thinking them up

#darkwing duck #ducktales 2017 #liquidator #splatter phoenix #quackerjack #dickie duck #dr waddlemeyer #gosalyn waddlemeyer #nega gosalyn #ill bill has artistic skill