Both of them were way beyond their heyday and had both retired from heavy work loads. For Baloo Ripcord knew this was a good thing. His friend had been through a lot in his lifetime, and it was all catching up to him now. Taking it easy would keep his pal around longer. For himself, it was both good and bad. There were a lot of days where he had to invent something to do lest he drive Birdie crazy if not himself. That often meant idly tinkering with his plane, or making sure it was polished to great detail. He was grateful he could still climb up into it and fly her but it was getting harder as the years went by. It also meant spending a fair amount of time getting into trouble with his old pal at Louie’s.
Ripcord grinned and took a gulp of his drink.
“Remember when we were just old enough ta start comin’ in here and orderin’ off the bar menu? As I figure it after all these years, you couldn’t hold a drink back then any better’n a flask with holes in it!”
“But bein’ a little looser sure made ya handy in a brawl.”
// A note, I want to write about at least one new mun per question since honestly speaking, those I talk about could easily work for other questions too. They’re all a blast!
#1 What's a roleplay blog whose characterization you admire?
@sympathyforthedamned immediately comes to mind. When you take a character like Bradford and thoroughly expand on him, you end up with a very strong villain. Her characterization of Bradford emphasizes what the show wanted to do with him: how he’s a dark parallel to Scrooge. A lot of her headcanons are things I would’ve loved to see implemented in the show if they had another couple of seasons to do so. Plus, I love seeing how Bradford and Brycen from @running2redemption‘s blog interact and bounce off one another.
@hoopsheartthrob too honestly. I love seeing how she totally goes ham with Lola’s fiery personality in narrative. Having seen both Space Jams and a bit of the Looney Tunes Show, I’ve really liked how Lola is as a character and wished I could see her more in writing. And now with this blog to bless my timeline, it’s a hella nice trip every time I read her stuff. Her Lola is a great take, seriously, and the reasons explained for why she’s the way she is just sells the characterization for me.
#2 What's a roleplay blog whose writing style you admire?
@calisotamuses! So, this may sound strange, but I’m very much into how they describe their muses’ ticks and thought processes. Whenever the characters’ thoughts take the forefront in their writing, I'm pulled right in. I’m a sucker for when character psyche is tastefully touched on in narrative since I get to know a little more about a mun’s take on their muse.
#6 What's a roleplay blog who's an absolute joy to talk to ooc?
@gcldbound and @quick-draw-mcgraw-rp have both been super fun to talk to. They (along with sympathyforthedamned) were among the first few people I met in this fandom. They’ve solidified Scrooge and Fenton from both the classic works and the reboot as my favorite characters of all time, and it’s just...man. I could go on forever about how much I love both of those damn ducks. All three of them have been awesome to talk to, and on top of bringing awesome energy, have helped me with Steelbeak’s characterization as well my writing. Thanks to them, I found my confidence here on Tumblr when I started just a couple months ago.
#11 What's a roleplay blog you admire from afar?
I actually have a handful, but the first two that come to mind are @bitofthisandthat and @ducktales-wco-oo. Just like with the first two answers, I really enjoy their characterizations of their muses, and their writing styles are a dream to see on the dashboard. One of these days, I’d love to have Steelbeak interact with them! I’m sure it’d be fun to write, whether they’re short bursts or full on plots, but until then, I shall continue consuming that good content.
He would say he’s surprised that she would visit him, but he isn’t. They have a history, even if it was one in which he was betraying her the entire time. Bradford had at least respected her ability to reign in the blatant chaos that SHUSH had been before he’d taken Von Drake out of the picture.
SHE WAKES WITH A START , frizzy and ruffled hair sticking in every direction . her eyes blearily dart around the room until she gains her bearings . and admittedly , it takes a hot second . the events of the past few days rush back to her so harshly , the memories almost feel like a brick wall . that’s when it occurs to her where she is —
DRAKE’S APPARTMENT . again , gosalyn finds herself flabbergasted that he even offered to take her in . it feels even stranger to wake up on his couch , tucked in with a nice fluffy blanket and pillow . she couldn’t remember the last time someone tucked her in . now that the adrenaline’s worn off , she’s having all sorts of mixed emotions . but ... at least she has somewhere warm to stay . when she spots him in the not far off , connected kitchen the young duckling draws a blank . he’s actually COOKING ! she sort of thought he might live on take out .
❛ g‘morning , ❜ she calls out awkwardly , sliding off the makeshift bed and approaching , ❛ you know , uh ... your shirt’s on backwards . ❜ to play it cool and casual , she leans against the counter with arms crossed .
{ ☆ } If... certain things were to pass, he’d be forced to deal with a variety of Emotional, Psychological, and Work-Related problems...... but since they’d be HIS problems, Fenton shoves them under the rug as soon as the thought appears. Opting instead to keep his beak shut and simply let the cards fall wherever they may.
Even if he might be a bit.... biased...... over where he’d prefer for them to land. { ☆ }
When Baloo speaks, his expression is impossible to read. He's looking up at the boy he raised, the boy that when he was found he could barely remember, quiet and intense. But there's something in his tone that speaks louder than words ever could: recognition.
Sorrow, guilt, pain, and something deep and painful. The younger bear may have outgrown him, but Baloo hardly cares, reaching out to grip him by the upper arms, jaw tight for a moment.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I left y'all behind. Ev'rythin' still feels foggy, but I can't believe I'd ever forget my own son." / @calisotamuses
▬▬▬ ☆ When Baloo spoke, Kit immediately gave the old bear his attention. This was... different though. Was that recognition in his eyes? Kit didn’t want to get his hopes up about this, but had it finally happened? Did he have his old Papa Bear back? He didn’t dare get his hopes up until Baloo spoke again. He didn’t respond at first, just staring at the bear. Finally, he threw his arms around him, hugging tightly.
❝ Papa Bear - I missed you so much. We all did. I’m just happy that you’re back. ❞
Sometimes he wondered what it must be like for a normal child, to go to school, and do chores and homework and play marbles or just sit and read.
‘Oh you’re so lucky to get to travel with the greatest adventurer of our time instead!’ Yes, he felt soooooo lucky, swarmed by bugs as big as his hands in the middle of a jungle, having already almost died in the temple 20 feet away enough times that Grammy had told him to just wait here at camp.
But that was hours ago, it was starting to get dark and he was actually starting to get worried about her. This was taking longer than usual... but he’d already proved he stood no chance against the traps in the temple so he might as well start making a fire. The smoke might get rid of some of the bugs at least.
Gray skies hung above him, heavy and threatening to release rain. The tall buildings of the city loomed above him, peering down on him with their faceless stares. In comparison to these great monoliths, Bradford felt incredibly small.
The world still turned, despite him standing still.
The very thing Bradford wanted so badly to reign in was now completely in control of him. The important and integral thing that he tried so hard to turn a blind eye to was spitting in his face: chaos was not only something he could not control, it was ever-present and essential to life itself.
Even when he had control, it was only in theory and not in practice. Even if he had the world in his claws, ruling over it like a tyrannical dictator, there would still be things that were out of his control; other people, deaths, accidents, things he could never hope to control....
Trauma...
Scrooge was right.
ISABELLA was right.
They had been all along.
The trauma he tried so desperately to control had always controlled him. Bradford danced on it's sickly strings, through his nightmares, through his aspirations, through his delusion and violent tendencies...through how fiercely he fought and his moral struggle, through his manipulation by Black Heron...
He was never in control, and that fact alone was a hard pill to swallow.
While immersed deep in thought, Bradford hadn't realized he wasn't watching where he was going into he ran into someone's backside. It was a tall, hard form. He grunted from the sudden jolt and pulled back to ut some space between them.
"My apologies, I-" He paused upon realizing just WHO is was he'd run into.
"Duke..." Bradford spoke, as if he'd seen a ghost.
