Dr. Reginald Bushroot

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“…I terrified the hell out some people who were destroying the forest. It was fun, and in the end, I was doing something heroic… r-right? So, I think it was fine…”

Reggie was kinda confessing his mischiefs, but also more than a little proud of it.

“…I think no one got hurt. Probably.” He reassures LP.

The plant duck frowns while hearing the news on Darkwing Duck. He couldn’t care less. But also, he didn’t want to be rude to LP, and he was trying to be a better person… plant… plant-person; whatever!

Instead of complaining, he just stared at the pilot while he was info dumping about Darkwing, totally oblivious to the catastrophic mistake the hero’s sidekick almost did. Trying to not sound like a jerk Bushroot just spoke the bare minimum.

“…great…” He mutters.

Should he say something about a “friend” too? But what could he say? “Megavolt’s heat system in our base blew off and… Liquidator got frozen solid. It was so stupid… And of course, Elmo totally forgot about him so poor Liquidator stayed like that for weeks…”

“Saving the rainforest is a great thing to do, Reggie! If all ya did was scare some folks, then there’s no harm in that. Especially if ya scared ‘em so bad they think some kinda monster’s lurking that’ll eat ‘em! Heh. Back when I worked for Mr. McDee, that old trick used to work great for keeping no-good criminals from coming back to a place.”

Reginald wasn’t so keen on his story; Launchpad picked up on that kinda fast. But that was alright. Reginald added his own casual conversation which was fine for moving the conversation along to something new.

That’s it, Reg! Small talk! It’s good to know how to do this kinda thing with buddies!

“Gee do y’think that Liquidator was too cold to even think while he was a block of ice?” Launchpad asked.

“And… couldn’t you guys have thawed him out with a fire?”

“Y-yes, I showed them criminals!” Bushroot closes his fists, in a quick glimpse of confidence. “No one is destroying forests in my watch! Hehe... heh.”

“Are you seeing this, Rhoda? I’m a nice guy who protects forests from destruction!” Reggie thinks with himself while putting his leafy fists up.

“I think he was conscious the whole time, yes, because he was furious when he got out... Thankfully, the fire boiled most of his body away so he was tiny and harmless, but he made one or two infomercial jingles on how Megavolt’s brain is the most useless thing on the planet...” He giggles.

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“Y’mean you didn’t make any new friends while you were down there? Not a one? Gee, that’s rough, Reggie. But hey, maybe next time you go on a trip outta town you’ll meet someone and hit it off with ‘em!”

The poor guy must’ve been too shy to talk to anyone new, Launchpad thought.

“I’ve been fine. Truth be told, things’ve been kinda quiet in St. Canard. We had a cold spell come through and it’s been too cold for much of anything! Even crime fighting and crime committing! DW’s been itching for spring to finally get here so he can bust some bad guys again, heheheh. And the bad guys’ve been itching for warmer weather so they can go steal and do other bad stuff.

DW can’t complain too much though. He’s ah- Well, he’s helped a couple civilians learn to spend quality time with loved ones!”

Phew! He’d nearly blown Darkwing’s cover! That had been a close call.

“...I terrified the hell out some people who were destroying the forest. It was fun, and in the end, I was doing something heroic... r-right? So, I think it was fine...”

Reggie was kinda confessing his mischiefs, but also more than a little proud of it.

“...I think no one got hurt. Probably.” He reassures LP.

The plant duck frowns while hearing the news on Darkwing Duck. He couldn’t care less. But also, he didn’t want to be rude to LP, and he was trying to be a better person... plant... plant-person; whatever!

“...great...” He mutters.

Should he say something about a “friend” too? But what could he say? “Megavolt’s heat system in our base blew off and... Liquidator got frozen solid. It was so stupid... And of course, Elmo totally forgot about him so poor Liquidator stayed like that for weeks...”

“Probably, everyone assumed I died or something... No.” Reggie coughs, clearly trying to draw the pilot’s attention. “...Winter is awful for us plants, so I went to see the rainforests. And turns out nobody can die from pure loneliness... Not that anyone cares. But still...” @drreginaldbushroot

“Reggie!”

“Say, I’ve been worried about you since you disappeared! I didn’t even think about winter bein’ a bad time for you but… it makes perfect sense!”

Launchpad clapped the plant-duck on the back.

“How were the rainforests? Did you make any new friends while you were there?”

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Bushroot smiles, it was so great to have someone to talk to who wasn’t a complete sociopath! It was a good idea to come to check LP’s base, after all, even considering the danger of stumbling on DWD by accident...

“It was great... For the first weeks. Then I started to miss people to talk to. Sigh. I wish Posey had worked out but... You know how it is. And how are you?”

(OOC: Sorry peeps, this semester in college is being really complicated… And this week, in particular, is gonna be tough so I won’t be answering… :<)

(OOC: Totally exhausted from Biology week on my college but I got two babies look at them

Awwwwwww aren't they cute))

(OOC: Sorry peeps, this semester in college is being really complicated... And this week, in particular, is gonna be tough so I won’t be answering... :<)

Ok, but did YOU want kids?

I’m not sure what to answer to you. All that responsibility sounds a bit scary, to be honest... I have my sentient plants, they’re kinda like my children to me, but it’s... Different, you know?

Let’s be real, I would probably suck at being a parent... Anyway, its also doesn’t matter, I’m the only one of my species...

Dear Reginald , I have a question how did your parents react when they discovered that you became a special nature hybrid duck?

Hm, I don’t think it really matters since both of them are dead... But I guess being a plant duck mutant is better than being the regular loser they always pretended to be proud of...

And about being considered a criminal... Maybe they would be able to understand my reasons, maybe not... I feel ashamed I was never able to give them grandkids through...

Wow anon, I’m really depressed now, thanks

Jail Birds

The other prisoner’s loud complaints pierced through Stella’s bubble of happy self-absorption like a hacksaw through jello, and she turned to see him cowering, covering his eyes and pleading for her to..stop doing something to him? He said something about Medusa and stone and feeling weird but he didn’t appear to be petrifying. “Shhh!” she held up her hands, palms out, frantically signaling him to stop talking “I’m not doing anything to you! Really! Calm your twigs!”

She tried to plead with him, stepping back further and looking over her shoulder. The two nearest guards were in conversation with each other, but they looked to be within earshot. If they heard the plant duck’s ramblings they might think she was doing something wrong, and they would punish her. Frantically, she looked around for something to soothe him with. Her eyes came to rest on a broom with a metal handle, used to sweep the path. Concentrating on keeping the flames on her hands small, she grabbed it by the handle and began to run the bristle end over the his back in what she hoped was a gentle manner. “there there” she cooed, warily.

It must not have been working because Bushroot kept talking, and Sunstroke’s eyes widened in indignation at what he was saying. He thought that women were just trying to tempt him? He thought that it was EASY being her!? She yanked the broom back with a snarl “You think my life is easy?! you think I like you freaking out, calling me a medusa and a bitch and who knows what else because you’re just standing around me? You think that I want to live my life as a fire hazard!?!” The fire on her hands grew bigger and brighter, and the metal handle began to glow red hot as she seethed, “Look at that, I can’t even hold something without it nearly being destroyed. You jerk! you can cram this in whatever pump you have!” Her toss was clumsy and the broom landed in the near by compost heep, beginning to smolder.

Bushroot was still babbling, this time talking about her being a sun and she rolled her eyes at him before sniping back “Yes, I am made of sunlight, a living star, technically, but all you need to worry about right now is getting burned.” She heard him laugh in delight and she turned around to face him, her expression irate as he told her how she was making him feel

“STOP THAT!” she screamed as he reached for her hand, yanking hers away “you’re going to set yourself on fire!” He was groveling now, begging her to stay, saying that he needed her, that she was helping him, that she was wonderful. The scowl faded from her face under the barrage of praise. A faint ghost of the radiance she was showing before formed with her tentative smile. He wasn’t well, he didn’t mean what he said before “It’s-” she started to speak

“FREEZE!” the harsh voice of one of the guards cut her off, and she turned her head to see him coming toward her “Don’t either of you freaks move!” he snarled, the taser in his hand sparking viciously as he advanced.

#itsalwayssunnyinstcanard #he forgot she isn't spike #and since they're in a supervillain prison they probably have enough juice in his tasers to stop him #anyway I think she can stop feeding him energy if she decides too

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“So, you’re a star! Literally, a star! What are the odds... This is amazing, this is perfect, you’re exactly what I need!” Blitzed by her light, Reginald only comes back to his senses when the proximity of the fire starts scorching his hand.

“OUCH!” Bushroot retreats, protecting his hurt hand with the other, looking surprised at the superficial burns immediately starting to heal. Even in pain, he was still smiling.

“This is PERFECT! I feel so powerful right now! I feel I could do anything I wanted to! I almost touched a sun!” The inebriated scientist moves his hands, easily controlling every plant on the garden as if they were extensions of himself.

Bushroot starts laughing out loud, turning the plants into spiky tentacles the moment the guards order them to freeze.

“I have my own personal sun now and you can’t tell me what to do!” He wasn’t afraid; he wasn’t anxious, all that power suddenly hitting his sap was making him power-drunk; Reggie never felt so confident his entire life, and he was more than happy to unleash his frustrations at those stupid, puny guards.

He glares at Stella, sounding bossy “What are you waiting for? I’ve seen what you’re capable of, I need you to shine for real again! Stop holding back! I have no use for these sleazy tiny flames!”

❀”Hero” in Training❀AU❀

drreginaldbushroot‌:

@iim-a-pilot

“…Me!? Dressed up as some kind of Darkwing Duck pathetic wannabe?” Reginald glares at LP, full of disgust. “No! Never! I won’t go so low as to do something so… Degrading!”

Bushroot crosses his arms while tapping his rootlike feet on the ground, clearly annoyed.

“…People would laugh at me. No; I’ll keep trying this hero business like I am… I’m not a child, I don’t wanna no costume or idiotic nickname to look like more “heroic” or whatever…”

The botanist looks sadly at LP, then sighs.

“…But I do wanna people to like me, and I’m trying my best… But I’m not sure they feel grateful enough… They’re supposed to like me after I help them, but maybe the average St. Canardian is too dumb and selfish to valorize me…”

“Well, maybe it’ll just take time to build up your good reputation,” Launchpad replied. “After all, you did spend a lotta time bein’ a bad guy. You’ve gotta earn their trust, get on their good side!”

“I know! You could start makin’ a good name for yourself by going around doin’ nice stuff for the city! Cleaning off graffiti on buildings, planting fresh trees and flowers in places! Helping old ladies cross streets! That kinda stuff! It’d be great PR!”

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“I just turned evil because everyone else turned their backs on me!” He replies, bitterly “It’s their faults... Stupid city, stupid St. Cannard’s University...”

Okay, he was trying to focus in the future, not in the past, and his pilot friend was trying his best to help. Maybe he was right.

“...To plant trees and flowers around the city sounds like a terrific idea, being honest. And creeping figs are great at hiding graffiti and old peeled walls... But I’m pretty sure old hags would hate any interaction with me, though. But you’re right, LP! Thanks!”

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{ ☆ } This is a bad idea. A very bad idea. Phooey knows this, and yet he finds himself slinking through the shadows towards the faint commotion anyway… Because bad or not, he’s a superhero (More or less) and superheroes investigate suspicious activity. Even when the suspicious activity is taking place late at night at a creepy gardening store that looks like someone encapsulated a jungle… God, how he wishes he had stayed in bed instead of sneaking out to patrol the city. If he’s quiet, he could turn around and leave before the intruder even knows he is- No. Brows furrowing, Phooey swallows the lump in his sandpaper throat and forces himself to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

This is his first real mission… He’s not going to mess this up. He’s not going to run like a coward. He’s not going to let that voice in his mind win. (Although, this time it might be the voice of reason and not self-doubt.) He’s going to catch whatever fiend is trespassing…

Cautiously, Phooey peeks his head through a gaping hole in the side of the building… Yep. Someone has to be in there. Anxiously fidgeting with the mask adorning his face, he takes a deep breath before quietly stepping through the opening. Immediately diving behind a nearby shelf, he can feel his heart pounding frantically. If it goes any faster, it might just burst right out of his chest… Forcing himself to take deep breaths in an effort to not completely forget how to breathe, Phooey desperately tries to calm the whirlwind of thoughts now assaulting his mind. Okay… He’s in. Now what?

Tentatively, the boy peeks his head out from behind his hiding spot tactical cover and looks around the ominous area… { ☆ }

#lightningstruckduck #finally was able to answer

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Every item in that fancy gardening store was considerably cheaper in the middle of the night... They were for free. Dr. Reginald grins at his own joke; So, yesterday they kicked the plant-duck out because he was a villain or something? Too bad; now he was stealing all their most valuable species... Especially the orchids; Reggie sure loved to add more plants to his private orchid collection.

Suddenly, the botanist hears something suspicious. Bushroot freezes, all his leaf-feathers puffed up in fright... Someone or something was watching him.

The duck mutant looks around, trying to find the invader... Maybe it was just an animal. But maybe... It was Dorkwing Duck, the biggest party pooper in town. Bushroot shivers at the thought, but his little act of vengeance was too petty to attract the masked mallard attention, right?

Yes, he was stealing a bunch of overpriced plants, so what!? They had it coming when they kicked a former St. Canard’s University professor like he was a nobody! It was his own tiny revolution against the system, an old, poor professor against the rich oppressors who commanded the city...

Bushroot takes a deep breath, gathering enough courage to talk.

“Is... s-someone there? I am... I’m part of the store’s staff... Just doing staff thingys...” The plant duck shyly mumbles, hoping for no one to answer.

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@drreginaldbushroot Continued from Here

“Oh… O-okay…” Reginald sits on the floor, looking confused at Negaduck. What was he thinking? Negaduck told Reggie his insecurities about getting older out of the blue… Now he was planning on keeping him hostage for how long?

“I used to be afraid too, when I was susceptible to aging… My back, my eyes and my hand precision were not the same anymore… You know how is it, don’t you?”

Maybe shouting death threats were Negaduck’s own special way of saying he needed someone to talk to.

Maybe.

“The sun slowly healed me up… You need to find your way of being more than a regular duck-n-not saying you aren’t great already! You ARE! E-everyone in St Cannard fears and respects you, sir!”, The plant/duck squeals, trying to correct himself as quickly as possible. “…But eventually… You’ll age and die.”

Bushroot pauses, analyzing carefully Negaduck’s reaction.

“…Do y-you want to talk about this?”

Ugh, He was severely disappointed in himself for having made this situation possible. This all started just from Bushroot coming in while he was cleaning that chainsaw of his, and now he has to watch over the weeping willow wimp for however long. This for sure was not what he had wanted.

“When ya used to be? Bushbrains, don’t ya get it? Yer a scientist for cryin’ out loud and ya don’t understand how life works?! I presume the sayin’ that, ‘All living things have an expiration date.’ has never touched yer ears?!”

This dolt was getting the best of him with his lack of common knowledge. Negaduck had always wondered why he stooped so low to even interact with these clowns outside of the fact that they had abilities that he didn’t. Maybe he could learn Quackerjack’s and Megavolt’s as those were the easiest, but the other two, well, he wouldn’t be himself anymore if he tried for those. Not only that, but he’d need something Dorkwing Dum Dum had never encountered before to gain the upper hand and finally rule over St. Canard.

And he had just heard the other ask whether he wanted to talk about it or not. Hmph, like it’d make a difference. In fact, that would just give me more of a reason to watch him. But what’s the point in keepin’ it secret if it means that I’d have to spend my life doin’ that? Might as well let him feel safe, so I can pluck that feelin’ right from under his beak..

“Fine, I’ll tell ya.” the villain pronounced, crossing his shoulders with a lazy and thuggish body language.

#soul-heart-and-beyond #lol where is this scene going #at first I thought they were gonna fight #or something

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“...You’re probably right, and one day I’ll have to die, too...” Bushroot concludes, nodding, “...But right now, I feel like a sapling! And since I can wither and regrow a new body whenever I need, I think I’ll be around for quite some time...” - unlike you, Reginald refrains himself from saying - “But I guess Liquidator can outlive me since he has no vital functions to maintain...”

Still sitting down, Dr. Reginald was trying to impersonate his best counselor face, even if the truth was that he just wanted to escape Negaduck’s clutches.

“You don’t have to be wary of me, we’re like... crime partners, right? We’re supposed to help each other!” The plant duck was ready to try anything to keep his body unharmed.

Jail Birds

Stella’s smile slipped a bit as the other prisoner reacted in fear, leaping away from her instinctively. It was only for half a second before she rallied, keeping her voice calm, smiling benignly again. “It’s OK, I’m not on fire, I am fire. I won’t hurt you.” she spread her arms, trying not to look threatening, though it wasn’t clear what showing that she was unarmed was going to accomplish as fire danced eagerly over her exposed skin and hair. . “They told me I was working the- OH!” Her shimmering, golden eyes widened at the sight of the cabbages, wilting in her proximity, as he said. With a little yelp, she jumped backwards, trying to put some distance between her and the plants she was ruining with her presence.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” She glanced behind her quickly to see if the guards had noticed the destruction she had caused and were coming to move her away. None of them appeared to have seen and she breathed a silent sigh of relief. “Can anything be done for them? Is there anything I can do?” She looked back at the garden and the ruined cabbages and blinked in surprise. They looked much better than they had a second ago. Did cabbages really grow that fast? Frowning she looked up at the other prisoner, taking a step back as he approached her, he really did look stranger up close. His arms seemed more…bendy than they should be, and his hands were…leaves? Was he…a plant?

Girl, you are a multiple felon made of burning gas, you are in no place to judge anyone else. She told herself, and tried to smile again. It faded on her beak as she listened to his suspicions of a prank. “That-that does sound like something those jerks would do.” She said, sadly, thinking of all the nasty run ins she’d had with the guards and prisoners alike. “No one here is very nice. I mean, I guess they’re trying to be tough and all, but it’s like they’re trying too hard, and-OH my gosh! did that plant just move!?” Her hands flew to her beak as she gaped at him in awe, her gaze flitting back and forth between the cabbages and the plant duck. “Did you fix those too?! That’s amazing!”

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“You are fire!” He repeats, thoughtfully “So you’re like Liquidator, but with fire, got it… This is… interesting, yes, but also very dangerous…” Reggie holds his hand to the chin, analyzing her. “…I’m not sure you can help me since you’re clearly harmful to my plants. …And probably to me. I’m not an elemental being like you but… I’m mostly a plant. More like, a plant/duck mix since I still have a duck-like body, I guess…”

Bushroot was feeling surprisingly energetic next to her, more talkative and less anxious than usual… He peeks at the cabbages and notices that something strange was definitely going on. “They recovered, b-but… how!?” Dr. Reginald tilts his head, gently touching their leaves. “…Are… they growing faster? I’ve never seen any plant looking so green and healthy in this hideous place.”

Confused, he looks at Stella again “Is there any chance of you having healing powers too? I… I can’t remember the last time I was truly happy but… I’m feeling… Great!” He smiles “I feel like maybe it is finally time to get out of this prison! Y-yeah, I mean, why not… I could try, I guess! …You’re so dangerous but, I’m not afraid! Not at all!” The botanist was actually getting a bit euphoric “Your flames are so beautiful! I could watch you for days - no - weeks! So majestic! Like a wildflower, untouched by men!”

His shyness finally kicks in like a punch in the back of his head; he retreats, clearly very ashamed. “I… I mean… L-like… In a totally, 100%, p-platonic way…” Bushroot forces himself to stop staring at her “I mean, I j-just met you, right now…” He literally covers his face with his leafy hands.

“…What are you doing to me!? Stop using whatever you’re using to bewitch me!” He mutters, lowering his voice. Reggie tries to concentrate and attack her but he completely fails to do so; he was feeling as if inebriated by her presence.

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The strange prisoner was examining her now, in a way that made her feel very uncomfortable, like when the doctors for the defense had looked her over, poked and prodded her and said all sorts of incomprehensible things about her, without even considering if she could hear and understand them or not. She shivered slightly and took another step back from him. “Liquidator is the water guy, right? I…guess?” It’s complicated.” She wasn’t sure if she should give him the full run down of what she was right now. It might be better for her if he thought she had as much control of her powers as the watery criminal did.

He was speaking rapidly, as he looked her over, and she flinched as she caught the word “dangerous.” That was it, right there. She wasn’t going to be able to work with him. Especially if he was a plant, he’d know what was best for them after all. “You-you’re probably right. I mean, I just hoped I’d be able to help with something,you know?” Stella sighed deeply, pouting at her own uselessness “I don’t want to just sit in my cell all day, there’s nothing to do and I can’t even re-Are you ok?”

She stared at the plant duck in utter bewilderment, following his gaze down to the cabbages again as he brushed their leaves. He was right, they did look much healthier than before, and come to think of it, so did he. He still was green but it was brighter, glossier, and he was…smiling? Her eyes widened as he chattered, animatedly at her. He was happy! and the cabbages were better, she’d actually done some good, even if she didn’t know how. “I don’t think I do?” She said, still confused, but less worried. ”Most people just get sunburned around me, at best. I’m glad I’m helping you though, and the cabbages!”

A literally radiant smile grew on her face when he said he wasn’t afraid of her, only becoming brighter and warmer when he called her beautiful. No one had said anything like that to her since she’d become a sun. She squeeled in pure joy and bounced upwards, floating a few centimeters above the ground, the best she could manage with the heat suppressing suit on her still.

“Thank you so much!” she chirped, preening, shaking out her glowing curls as if their were plumes affixed to her head. She was so caught up in the moment that she didn’t notice the plant duck’s obvious distress. She felt like she used to before this had happened, like she was a person again, not a dangerous, destructive thing to be locked away, or used. “You really are a sweet guy.” She said, as a nurturing, golden light shone from her body, her happiness made manifest

#itsalwayssunnyinstcanard #wow writing drunk reggie is difficult #he goes to hyper to melancholic to talking about his ex to hyper again #this is the weirdest romcom plot I ever saw

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Bushroot was trying his best to keep his mind sober, but the girl was looking even brighter, warmer and even more captivating than before.

“Y-you’re like a Medusa, but instead of turning me into stone you’re... You’re... Making me feel all weird and funny!” Reginald cover his eyes with a bit more of assertiveness “I’m not looking at you anymore! Stop!”

The confused botanist staggers away from her, sitting on the floor, trying his best to avoid her flaming self.

“Y-you women are all so cruel, so cruel!” The plant duck complains. “You come wanting to fascinate us with all this grace and beauty... only to leave us behind, only to use and betray our hearts! It must be so easy to be an attractive, literally fiery woman!”

Still keeping his eyes shut, sun-drunk Reginald grumbles even more “Too bad for you that I don’t exactly have a heart anymore; I just have a central phloem pump! Take that, you! Take that, Rhoda, you ungrateful bitch!”

The scientist could feel his auxin and gibberellin levels going crazy and every chloroplast in his sap getting intoxicated by the pure, bright, delicious light.

“S-sunburned... as in sun... as in The Sun? Are you reflecting sun rays? Are you made of sunlight!?” It was being very difficult for him to think straight but that would be a plausible explanation for what he was feeling. Bushroot tries to get up, staring at her, wonderstruck by the realization.

“Your rays are so... Perfect. I feel like being under a summer, midday piercing sun; strong, powerful, flawless!” He laughs and extends an arm to grab her hand, awkwardly trying to be thankful. “I’m sorry! Please, don’t go! You can help me, you can help me a lot, please!”

“Sunshine, stay with me! D-don’t leave me! I need you! My plants need you! You're the most wonderful thing I've ever seen in my life!”

‘But... Was he in love?’, he thought, frightened. No, not really; he was craving her in a primal, almost savage way. He was hungry; the little time of sun that the guards allowed him to take were on purpose, to weaken him.

But now the plant-duck had found the perfect energy source; Stella! And he was happily feasting and getting high on her light, like a moth attracted to fire.

filmsby

The Social Network (2010) dir. David Fincher

#big mood

❀”Hero” in Training❀AU❀

drreginaldbushroot‌:

@iim-a-pilot

“Yes, you’re right! I could scare them! I could be… terrifying! Then people would respect me, and finally, people would think twice before messing with me!”

He grins mischievously.

“…And by ‘people’ I mean, of course, bad guys only.” Bushroot coughs getting serious again “Can I include as bad guys people who were mean to me in the past…?” He mumbles to himself “Okay, anyway, I would probably scare the good ol’ citizens of St Canard too… They normally ignore my good intentions and I’m always misunderstood… Ugh! Redemption is so troublesome…”

“You’re tellin’ me,” Launchpad replied. “I didn’t think about you scarin’ everyone else!”

He tapped his chin again, trying to come up with another idea. “Oh! What if we make you look kinda like DW does? You’d scare the bad guys with your mystery and booming voice, but good guys wouldn’t be too scared of you ‘cause you’re savin’ ‘em!”