#heresnegsy

[shadowtoons]

YOUR ART IS GORGEOUS OMG!!! THAT STYLE IS SO AWESOME!!!!!

Thank you also! Little something to laugh as well. >w>

[hitithorace]

“OW! WHO KICKED ME?!”

“An’ why’s my tail so itchy?...OH!”

“WHO PUT THIS ‘KICK ME’ SIGN ON ME?!”

[ducktectiveus]

+ ( @heresnegsy started following! )

“It’s hard to tell which one’s tryna be the super hero at this point based on your style of choice...”

“If I had it my way, I’d be wearin’ somethin’ ten times more as appealing than what you’ve got on, that’s for damn sure! You’re so--- tasteless. What’s that cloth even made of, huh? Can’t be silk.”

[sewn-cutie]

Catch The Caped Man

@heresnegsy liked for a starter!

The doll’s shoes squeaked rapidly as she tried to catch up with the stranger in front of her, being careful not to trip over her own feet again. She skid around a corner, still running after the figure who seemed to be in a hurry himself.

“Mister Cape Man! Wait! Wait for me! You have a hole in your bag! And you dropped something!”

[eccentricensemble-blog]

heresnegsy replied to your post:[She's asking anyone with a cane, so I guess...

   ((There’s some fanart somewhere of Scrooge with a cane-sword- consider it cannon because it makes everything better (hope it’s alright if i reply to this!))    

((I can’t believe Scrooge’s cane being a sword-hiding cane is and has always been 100% canon, what a delightful day. I gotta find that art sometime tho.))

[littletree31]

Closed roleplay:

with @heresnegsy

It was a beautiful day in St. Canard, one where Gosalyn Mallard would have loved to be outside, playing baseball with Honker, or doing some kind of physical activity, and not only that, there were probably crimes being committed, as well, but the small duck was stuck inside her home doing..well..her homework; Drake Mallard had forbidden her to leave until she did, and she had reluctantly agreed, although, looking out the window, and heaving a huge sigh, she found it very difficult to concentrate on school work.

"This stinks!" She complained. "Why should I have to sit here and do this when I could be having fun?"

She let out a soft growl, but hearing her father speaking downstairs from her bedroom, she gave her work a try, only to become frustrated and confused.

Once the voices ceased, Gosalyn looked from her desk, or her window, and back again.

"Forget this, I gotta get out of here!" With that, she climbed out of her window, hit the ground gently outside, with a small, 'thud'.