#ch: (vishaka 'vixey' chakraborty)

[kenneth-carson]

From Past To Present || Kix

@vixey-chakraborty

Ken was cleaning out his closet. It was always such a painful thing for him to do. He liked keeping everything! These days he never had the problem of out growing stuff.

But he wasn't living in a place where he had a lot of room like he used to. There was simply too many things in his space. Sometimes he wondered if Hercules would notice Ken turning the attic into a closet and changing room. In the end he always knew that wouldn't work since he would never want to lie to Hercules, especially when it came to the house that he lived in, too.

So he was having to part with things. Ken'd had to watch a lot of Marie Kondo to work up the courage. And when he had finished he'd called up the local thrift shoppe to ask when they were taking donations. A worker picked up, thankfully not the owner herself, so off he went. He had borrowed a neighbor's wagon to, sadly just, walk across town.

He stacked the boxes on top of one another, tall enough to the point where it was blocking his face and field of vision of where he was going. Ken walked backwards so he could push the door open with his back and duck inside the shoppe.

"I'm here with a donation!" he said to no one in particular since he couldn't see around his armful and was just sort of hoping someone was there to answer him.

#title: (from past to present) #ch: (vishaka 'vixey' chakraborty) #(kix) #like the cereal #me: /trying to name smash #their names: vixey...ken...vixen... #me: /stares into the camera

[dr-drckken]

Christmas With The Lipsky’s || Vixxen

@vixey-chakraborty

Drakken was on his way up the, by now, familiar path to the Chakraborty’s home carrying a large tray and an even larger bag. Both were weighing him down, but nothing more so than the companion that was following beside him. 

“Oh, Drewbie, you should have worn a hat! Do you have a hat? You need a hat! For someone so smart you should know these things, especially after living here for so long!” 

He sighed, the evidence of it a white cloud that came and went in the cold air. “Yes, mother.” 

Ms. Lipsky clicked her tongue at him but was then distracted by the scenery of Twin Pines Farm. Her surprise visit to Swynlake had meant a last minute addition to his invitation of Vixey’s that Christmas. He had sort of been hoping they would say they didn’t have the room but he knew they were too nice to turn them away. That had been a painful conversation with Vixey, telling her his mother had come out unannounced because he knew, more than the woman wanting to see her son after 2 years away, she was wanting to meet the girlfriend he had told her about. 

They had finally made it to the front porch, door knocked upon, when Ms. Lipsky reached over to tug at his collar. “Aye! Straighten up! Your spine is going to stick like that.” 

“Mother, please-” he tried to twist away from her, having no arms to try prying her hand off him. She retreated at the sound of someone opening the door. 

“Merry Christmas!” she sing-songed, loud and proud. 

#title: (christmas with the lipsky's) #ch: (vishaka 'vixey' chakraborty) #(vixxen)

[kenneth-carson]

Clothes Minded || Kix

@vixey-chakraborty

The summer musical prep was upon them, and Ken was ready to go! He'd been looking forward to it ever since the closing show last year. It had just been so great, everyone working together toward a common goal. And the clothes! That show had been a bit louder as far as fashion, but the vintage look of this one would be a different kind of fun.

He was with Vixey at her shoppe, tasked with searching for anything that might work for the show.

"What do we think?" he asked, brandishing a bright pink scarf in an arc like it was a ribbon. He wrapped it around his neck and tossed one end so it swung over his shoulder.

#title: (clothes minded) #ch: (vishaka 'vixey' chakraborty) #(kix)

[dr-drckken]

The One With The Mud Puddle || Vixxen

@vixey-chakraborty

Everyday since he had set foot on Sweet Apple Farm, he’d had every intention of taking the cows and using them to take over the world. Only he had been interrupted and had to go return later, again and again. Then he had replaced the idea on the shelf in favor of others, but continued to go back to the farm in case the need should ever arise. 

After the fight with Vixey he thought about his plan again. And why shouldn’t he? It was a good one! What was stopping him now from taking them for his own? Nothing! Except, like always, something seemed to pop up. Mother calling, experiments needed attending, dishes needed doing...rain.

He woken up with every intention of going only to find it raining. It had poured down for hours. Unlike that of the night of Prom, these clouds had no teeth, the threat of a jaw closing was not here. It was the natural way of the world, this storm, too much water had reached up and was now making its way back down to the Earth.

Still, Drakken had taken it personally. Instead of an excuse now it was a challenge.

The cows had followed him after he had freed them from inside. Some had stayed behind, either too smart or too scared to go with the rest. For a while he had a good train on his tail, then they had all slowly started to turn back despite his protests that rivaled the thunder.

All had abandoned him except Vera, who continued to follow in the horrible conditions. That was, until it wasn’t up to her anymore.

Drakken had led her into a particularly saturated part of the ground, the mud thick and bending. It had swallowed up her feet, her weight too heavy and the ground not stable enough to hold. The cow could no longer move forward. Or backward. Or any which way but down, further into the mud. Drakken, who had seen The Neverending Story, had panicked in an instant and went to help, plan forgotten.

#title: (the one with the mud puddle) #ch: (vishaka 'vixey' chakraborty) #(vixxen) #stealing FRIENDS' title format <33 #because drakken is a bad recurring character on their show #and vixey's arc #he's like that guy who moved in with chandler when joey moved out #or janice idk #not that vixey is chandler #.............................anyway #YOU GET IT

[dr-drckken]

Rockin’ Around The Christmas Trees || Vixxen

@vixey-chakraborty​

Drakken frowned as he walked through the gate.

One slip of the mouth and now look at him, being forced to buy a tree. No, not even. He was going to be buying a corpse of a tree! Something that would die before his very eyes while it stayed in his house. It was ridiculous, the things people sunk their money into when they could just go chop one down for free. Or make their own.

But Vixey had insisted, despite his soft protests, so here he was.

“They all look the same,” he said, then pointed to the first one he saw. “That one. Okay, done.”

#title: (rockin' around the christmas trees) #ch: (vishaka 'vixey' chakraborty) #(vixxen)

[dr-drckken]

Patched Up || Vixxen

@vixey-chakraborty

After properly mourning the tragedy that had been Halloween night Drakken had gotten completely over it. He was moving on to bigger and better things. Schemes that would not be thwarted by nature and the water cycle!

And, usually, he would not even think of the stupid goo like henchmen that had failed him. Usually when his schemes self imploded he could walk away, clean up the pieces of his lair or lab and get on with the next one. Unfortunately, living in the town he had tried to destroy, he was going to have to deal with some consequences.

One of those being fixing the damage done to his girlfriend’s shoppe. Which he had been adamant about doing himself, both out of a sense of wanting to show her she did not need anyone else in there to fix it when she had him and an odd sense of guilt. That he did not like feeling and needed to amend as quickly as possible.

“Alright, where’s the worst of it,” he said after she’d let him in, tools and supplies in tow.

#title: (patched up) #ch: (vishaka 'vixey' chakraborty) #(vixxen)

[dr-drckken]

Sour Apple || Vixxen

@vixey-chakraborty

Things around the Chakraborty’s farm had been awfully melancholy as of late. At first Drakken had just thought it was because of the whole thing that had happened at the party, maybe someone in the family had gotten possessed by a demon or bitten by a zombie or something, but no, everyone seemed pretty much accounted for. The farm had been fine since it wasn’t within the town’s limits. All the animals were okay, the crops were still in the ground, even the stupid replanted turnips.

So just what was everyone’s problem? 

Vixey especially seemed affected by whatever it was. She hadn’t been the same. Even now, they were out picking apples, an event which the Chakraborty’s had all spoke highly of since he started working on this farm, and she was still not acting like she usually did. Most people would call what they were feeling ‘concern.’ Drakken felt annoyed.

“How many have you got there?” he asked, setting down his bucket next to hers with pride. “I bet I’ve got more.” 

#title: (sour apple) #ch: (vishaka 'vixey' chakraborty) #(vixxen)

[dr-drckken]

Not So Silent Night || Vixxen

@vixey-chakraborty

At first, the thought of going caroling with the Chakraborty’s had sounded like the last thing he wanted to do. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that it may not be so bad since he actually didn’t despise them like he did most everyone else. They were doing it for charity, after all, and if they were going to have any hope in getting donations then they would need someone who could actually sing. Who better than himself? That’s right, no one! 

It had actually not been too far off from karaoke, it just had a more set list of songs to chose from. And you were doing it in a group, which meant that he didn’t have everyone’s full attention like he would if he were on stage alone. This didn’t get to him as much as it might have among any other group of people. 

“We’re on fire!” he said, mitten clad fist raised in the air in triumph as they made their way down to the next house. As soon as a gust of wind blew by he folded in on himself once more. After the sun had gone down it had gotten pretty cold. It had been easy to ignore for a while with the performance there to distract him away from it. 

“Er, how many more are we hitting?” Drakken asked in a low tone, leaning a little closer to Vixey beside him so no one else would hear. 

#title: (not so silent night) #ch: (vishaka 'vixey' chakraborty) #(vixxen)

[dr-drckken]

Moostakes Were Made || Vixxen

@vixey-chakraborty​

Admittedly, it had taken Drakken a little while to figure out what he was going to do to make it up to Vixey. 

This was because Drakken had never apologized for anything, ever, in his entire life. He hadn’t needed to because he had never been wrong before this. And he would stand by that fact if asked. 

He thought about telling her his plans to take over the world and he would compensate by letting her have whatever island she wanted, so long as it was off the coast of Australia or New Zealand, and that those continents didn’t count. But, no, that wouldn’t be for a while and he needed something now. So he thought he could offer to give her some sort of device, laser gun or mind control, maybe? Then he thought that it might backfire if she was still upset with him, so that was out. 

He had been ranting to Vera about it, who had watched him pace back and forth while she chewed on her hay. Finally, she mooed, and gave him a break through. 

“Vixey!” he called, jogging to catch up with her at the end of the following day. “I need your...help with something! Yes. Come with me! Right away! It’s very important!” 

#title: (moostakes were made) #ch: (vishaka 'vixey' chakraborty) #(vixxen)

[dr-drckken]

Root Of The Problem || Vixxen

@vixey-chakraborty​

It had been a while since Drakken had woken up from dying for the second time, but there were still some lasting effects. He wouldn’t admit to them as that would be admitting a weakness and that was not something Drakken would ever willingly do. 

The first instance had been in the grocery store. He had stopped short when he saw them.. He turned around, telling himself that it was because he hadn’t needed to go down that aisle. 

The second was on the Chakraborty farm. It was after they had already told him he could go home and he was tired from having not slept the night before working on a new plan for world domination, making his already very short patience all the shorter. He took the route he always did, checking his phone, when something caught the toe of his boot and sent him to the ground. When he turned over to see what it had been a sign that said ‘Turnips,’ on it was looking back at him. A moment passed. 

Next thing he knew he was on his knees, fingers digging into the earth to rip the things out of the ground. “I will not let you get the best of me this time! Needless excuse for a vegetable! You couldn’t even make the cut for the main cast of Veggie Tales!” 

#title: (root of the problem) #ch: (vishaka 'vixey' chakraborty) #(vixxen)

[dr-drckken]

Back at the Barnyard || Vixxen

@vixey-chakraborty​

After his initial attempt to steal a few cows had not gone to plan he had continued to return! It was not in his DNA to quit or give up so easily. Not when he knew that he would eventually succeed in something! Hence why he still had it in his mind that he would some day have the world eating out of the palm of his hands! Much like the cows he had come to know. 

It just seemed that every single time he was even remotely close to getting one of the cows off the farm someone would come along and ruin all his progress! Someone would need help refilling this or moving that or rebuilding the fence or yadda yadda yadda! 

Today he was coming back to the barn from putting back the tools he had been using to fix a sprinkler head. Of all the things his genius could have been being used for! Drakken stepped inside, sighing to himself. It was after dark and everyone else had gone home...so why did he hear someone else in the barn? He followed the sound of the voice until he found Vixey standing in one of the stalls with a cow. 

“Uh...what’re you doing?” he asked, eyeing her oddly for being near the backend of the cow. 

#title: (back at the barnyard) #does anyone remember this show fdskalfd #ch: (vishaka 'vixey' chakraborty) #(vixxen)

[dr-drckken]

Cow Heist || Vixen

@appreciate-the-lady​

When thinking about inventing one always had to consider their resources! His main base had been on an island for several years, perfect for hydropower.

So, what did this place have to offer? His attention turned to the farm lands were numerous animals resided. It was no secret that manure was an untapped power source. The phosphorus and nitrogen within it could be harvested and used to power whatever he wanted! It wouldn’t be the most respectable thing he had ever done, or clean for that matter, but desperate times called for brilliant measures! 

A local dairy farm was the perfect place to procure the needed goods. Drakken snuck onto the land, the gates did nothing to keep him out though they had given him a nasty bruise from where he’d fallen off it. 

“Nyggh!” he grumbled, giving up from where he had been trying to shove his shoulder into one of the cows. Drakken threw his hands in the air before circling around to look the animal in the eye. They stared back blankly at him. He hadn’t wanted to do this, but it seemed like nothing else was going to work. Digging into his pocket he pulled out a handful cow he’d purchased. Before he could even look up the cow was nosing at his palm.

“Yes! Yes, that’s it. Who’s a good cow?” he cooed, beginning to take steps backward. The cow walked after him. “You are! Yes, you are! Come, cow, follow me!”

#title: (cow heist) #ch: (vishaka 'vixey' chakraborty) #(vixxen)