Fragile Like A Bomb

[thefamousmissduck]

vanderducks·:

all  this  week,  webby  had  been  passing  by  this  boutique  in  particular,  again  and  again,  with  its  big  bay  windows  and  pretty  colors,  and  every  time,  she  wanted  so  badly  to  go  in. it  wasn’t  until  today  that  she  finally  took  a  breath  in  and  walked  through  the  doors,  putting  her  nerves  at  ease  and  telling  herself  that  even  if  she  didn’t  exactly  dress  the  part,  she  should  still  be  welcome.  it  was  immediate,  the  feeling  that  she  belonged. not  just  because  of  the  warm  lighting  or  the  big  open  floor,  but  because  of  the  woman  who  came  to  her  to  help  out.  “  hi  there  !  ”  she  returned,  a  smile  immediately  breaking  onto  her  young  features. she  all  ready  loved  it  here. “  i’ve  been  passing  by  this  place  for  a  couple  days  now,  and  i  thought  i’d  stop  in.  ” things  sort  of  started  to  tumble  out  of  her  mouth  from  there.  “  i  need  a  little  bit  of  help,  or,  well,  a  lot,  actually. i’m  kind  of  in  need  of  a  whole  new  wardrobe. a  major  overhaul. and  i  don’t  know,  i  kept  coming  back  to  this  place  in  particular,  but  i  didn’t  really  have  the  nerves  to  come  through  the  door  until  today,  and…  ”  realizing  the  was  beginning  to  go  in  circles,  she  stopped  herself  short,  took  a  breath  in,  then  let  it  out.  “  any  chance  i  might  be  able  to  get  some  help  ?  ”  she  didn’t  quite  know  who  she  was  talking  to,  but  she  hoped  they  would  at  least  be  able  to  point  her  in  the  right  direction.

*

That was... a lot of question, Daisy waiting it out for a moment she could enter the conversation. There was always a nagging in her brain when someone told her they wanted an overhaul, or to just start over, or any other variation of potential identity crisis that passed into her shop. Don’t get her wrong, she would undoubtedly help and take their money - she was kind-hearted but she was also a businesswoman. Tender thoughts did not pay the bills.

There were legitimate reasons, plenty of them, she didn’t just write them off, but the woman inside of her that wanted no young lady to doubt herself had to be certain, and as the girl turned the conversation Daisy’s way, she smiled warmly and stood up. “Of course I can help. Makeovers are maybe my passion... depends on the day really.” She grabbed up a measuring tape and a clipboard as she laughed, eyes darting momentarily away before she asked, “But I have to know more - like why do you need an overhaul in the first place?”

“In my experience, good style requires honesty. Honesty with yourself, with the world... and especially, with your designer.” She beamed wide. “I’ll start. I’m Daisy, and you are?”

[thefamousmissduck]

serenafainx·:

༶ ⋆

“ miss daisy … ” serena beamed, incomplete awe and almost breathless at the sight of her hero. ever since she’d started looking into the fashion industry in elias ( which was surprisingly, very active ), serena had been drawn to the famous daisy duck and all her achievements. she knew that there was no other person she wanted to speak with regarding her costume studies placement. she didn’t know if daisy could help but she was sure as halloween going to try.

“ miss daisy — i mean, miss duck — i’m sorry, ” she laughed nervously. “ i’m serena, i’m a costume design student, and i know that you don’t really do costumes, but i was wondering if i could speak with you about the fashion industry sometime, ” she blurted out, cheeks pink from embarrassment.

*

Now that was a greeting, Daisy smiling warmly across at the nervous girl. She was rarely a woman in need of an ego boost but she could easily ride this high for the rest of the day - probably to the chagrin of the people she was around. 

“Of course.” She beamed across the counter, setting her work to the side. It was no secret that Daisy had once rode high, had been a person to watch, and though she had found something peaceful and unexpected in the quiet life she lived since that rising promise had been taken from her, the knowledge lived with her, the memories could not be taken away. “I had a friend when I lived in New York who designed costumes for the Broadway shows. The research and the thought that went into her pieces... just amazing. Chef's kiss.” 

It was a different world but she knew just enough to appreciate the craft. “And just call me Daisy, Serena. ‘Miss’ makes me sound much older than I like to pretend I am.” She smirked playfully.

[thefamousmissduck]

wallyaxiom·:

— ❛ CLOSED. ❜  @thefamousmissduck· · .

🌱 ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────   “   i   think   i   like   the   green   swatches.   they   feel   very   summery   to   me.   ”      it   totally   had   nothing   to   do   with   the   fact   that   their   boyfriend   had   green   eyes.   wally   looked   at   the   fabric   swatches   in   front   of   them   and   then   the   sketches   daisy   had   shown   them   for   her   newest   design.      “   i   might   be   biased   with   the   coloring   but   i   feel   like   it   should   be   bright.   you’re   bold   and   know   how   to   make   statements.   so   do   your   designs.   ”      they   smiled.

*

It was true, Daisy did design bold statement pieces with every design - but in a room filled with garments in purples and reds and yellows, a whole rainbow of colors, claiming this dress needed to be green because her designs should be bright and not simply because it was a fairly similar shade to their husband’s eyes fell a bit flat. She ultimately decided not to call them out on it - but she did not have to. The knowing smirk and, “Mmhmm...” said it all for her. “It is a good color, though...” She admitted, holding the swatch up to be admired before setting it down on its newly intended design. This was her favorite place to be, two seasons ahead, using her fashion foresight to predict what the world will want to wear this time next spring - and she enjoyed those like Wally and Penelope who she could bring in and they would give their opinions and she would offer her insights. It reminded her of those years she had worked as part of a team. Elias was turning into a fashion mecca and she was happy to be the not-so-old but absolutely wise woman guiding the next generation. “What do you think if we used this same fabric like...” Daisy reached across for a sheet of paper, starting to sketch. “If we took this bunching on the dress and applied it to a shirt, it could set off these...” She stretched for another sketch. “Pants.”

[thefamousmissduck]

flynnridcrs·:

✧ –  ✧ –  DAISY DUCK. ( @thefamousmissduck· )

        flynn had been inside daisy’s designs only once before, during a quest to enter every shop on main street. but he had spotted a scarf that he knew reagan would like, and while he would typically use the ol five-finger discount, he wouldn’t dare steal from nala’s job. ( she would kill him ). so he saved up his tips from the bar, kept an eye on the window,  and came back. but, now the store was rearranged - new things in the window and the scarf nowhere to be found. scanning the room, he flashed a grin as his eyes fell on the owner of the shop - of course, she’d be able to help. 

        “ miss daisy, you look radiant, ” flynn commented as he crossed the room. “ how’s your day ? good, i hope. ”       

*

“This is why I like you, Flynn. Always so honest about how pretty I am.” Daisy glanced back his way with a grin before her attention was turned to finishing dressing a group of hangers. “Things are going good. Just doing some rearranging... what can I help you with today?” As she slid the last sundress onto the rack, the woman turned, giving him her full attention. “Something for a lady friend?” She smiled knowingly.

[thefamousmissduck]

snowdreamt·:

   tufts of hair misplaced, eyes red-rimmed and glossy, she turned to the source of the voice. immediately she tries to muster up a smile despite her feeling anything but cheerful. the other’s welcoming ambiance was certainly appreciated, however. ‘ hi daisy, ’ she speaks up, ‘ i’m . . ’ quickly she stops herself from continuing. sorrel realizes that it wouldn’t exactly be the best first introduction to dump her problems on a stranger. just tell daisy about how she lost her flip phone containing her new roommate’s number, how she’s knew and can’t find her way home. yeah. that was a bit too much.

   instead she feigns another smile, this one brighter than the last. eyes now gleam for a different reason. ‘ i’m suffering with a bit of a small headache today and i’m not exactly sure what will help. any thoughts ? i would greatly appreciate it. ’

*

God bless her, the woman was really trying hard to pretend things they had not both just seen those eyes. Daisy’s shop, on any day when the woman wasn’t having to pay bills, was meant as a happy place. It was flowers and bright colors and beautiful people looking fire in her designs. This would not do at all. “That depends, doesn’t it? Where does it hurt and what is actually going on?” She passes over a knowing grin. “Come on, Daisy knows all. Out with it.” She pressed the woman for the information but she did so with a smile and a light slap of the countertop. “What good am I if I cannot make you look and feel like a million dollars?”

[thefamousmissduck]

Daisy was propped on a stool behind the counter, working away at the month’s expenses. It was never her favorite part of the job, but she ended up being fairly good at it, making the whole thing not as bad as it could have been otherwise. The moment she heard the ding of the bell, though, her head was up, a grin on her face. “Hello hello hello - tell me, what can Daisy help you with today?”

[thefamousmissduck]

diamcndgirl·:

open starter for anyone location: karaoke night at club 33

“i’m not that innocent!” penelope sang the last line of the song into the microphone. giving her best britney pose before letting out a laugh, “and that’s how you do it.” she got down from the karaoke stage. “alright go ahead tell me what you thought, dear. was i perfect or perfect?” she grinned over to the other… part of her wanted to say she was just kidding but she knew in her heart she was not. 

*

Daisy had needed to get out of the house, out of the shop. She could only stay cooped up for so long. That was as far as her plan had gone, though. She had not known Penelope would be there and had forgotten it was karaoke night. Despite anything else, the confidence with which the other woman sang the song was admirable. She laughed and raised her glass, “Britney wishes she could do it as good as you.” She cheered with a drink. “Still think Toxic is the better karaoke song though. Dedicate it to some dick from your past. Can’t be beat.”

[thefamousmissduck]

ofmalevolence·:

Kieran had found some peace by the bar. Mainly because everyone was preoccupied with drinks and not him. He tended to attract attention he didn’t necessarily want. He looked over to Delia and smiled, “You’re not working? How refreshing.” He teased, “I think I’ve had enough drinks. I do have to stay with my parents while I’m here.”

*

“All work and no play makes Delia a dull girl - plus my mom said I either needed to go to this party and have a good time or she was going to kick me out of the house...”

With a sigh, she leaned back against the bar, “Fine, a non-alcoholic drink then, just because I like your parents and want to convince them I’m a great friend and a good influence.” She gave a beaming smile. “The angel on your tattooed shoulder.” She patted him there then and relaxed with a, “You having fun?”

[thefamousmissduck]

Delia hopped out of the crowd watching the band, pulling her hair up to let the cool air hit her skin and dry the soft lines of sweat that had formed as she danced around. Her mother had forced her out that night, told her to get out and have a good time and stop working, and she had to admit, she was right. A bit of fun had been needed, and she waved herself and smiled as she made her way to a line to get something to drink. “Next drink on me?” She offers forward. “I’m feeling friendly.”

[thefamousmissduck]

Daisy Duck --

There is no life better than the one Daisy has - and she will fight you if you try to argue with her. Her husband, her children, her grandbaby, her career - these are the things she is forever ready to go to war for and beside. With her children grown, though maybe not out of the house *stares at Delia*, she occasionally considers trying to expand her brand, but she has no interest in competing against the designers that she once helped inspire. Perhaps in a few more decades, she will give it another shot.

Delia Duck --

You should know, I'm the one who's in control I'll let you come take the wheel, long as you don't forget, Who got the power ----- Power, Little Mix

Delia Duck has continued on her quest to make Walt the nearest thing to an utopia she believes you can make something. It might never be perfect - but if they worked together, stood together, brought each individual might together, who could stand against them? She happily used her own magic to help whenever she could to protect and raise the standard of living for every single Waltian.

Connections --

Delia is a lot. She’s passionate and temperamental and has a hairline trigger just waiting to be set off - that has certainly created some tension between her and other people at times. Is your character maybe not the biggest fan of her? Maybe they downright hate her?

As always, more friends are always nice. As deep as her anger can run, she loves just as hard. She is a fierce and protective friend, ready to go to battle for the people she loves.

The town does not have to depend on Mickey Mouse for protection and way of life, on Howl, on her father - she knows firsthand how much work goes into the upkeep of Walt and is thankful to those who put in the time (some more so than others...). Has she recruited your character to help on a project meant to better the town?

Dates, flings. Something light and not serious. She has too much on her plate and a heart still struggling to let go of the last person she gave it to for anything more than that.

[sseureki]

[thefamousmissduck]

wallyaxiom·:

🌱 ⠀  ⠀ ⠀  ⠀ ───────────   wally   was   currently   seated   on   a   park   bench   as   they   watched   josh   play   with   the   mcqueen   twins   and   asher.   with   it   being   their   day   off,   wally   decided   to   watch   the   group   of   little   ones.   it   wasn’t   very   sunny   out   but   wally   had   opted   to   wear   sunglasses   anyways   because   the   bags   under   their   eyes   were   horrible.   circe   was   a   blessing,   an   absolute   angel   but   wally   had   forgotten   the   sleepless   nights   that   came   with   a   new   baby.   so,   they   didn’t   look   as   great   as   they   normally   presented   themselves.   the   newest   hawkins   was   fast   asleep   in   her   stroller,   wally   kept   one   hand   on   it   as   they   watched   josh   and   his   friends.      “   she’s   asleep   right   now   if   you’re   coming   over   to   see   her.   ”      wally   let   the   person   walking   towards   them   know   with   a   gentle   smile.   

*

“Fine,” Daisy sighed with a smile, settling next to Wally on the bench. “But have you considered how I really really want to hold her?” The sound of children playing had drawn her from her walk. In this town, where she liked to believe she knew everyone and everything going on, the sound of children usually meant one of her favorite adults would also be around - and her instincts had not let her down. “Now I know she is doing well because she has some great parents to watch after her, but how are the daddies doing?” She rested her elbow on the back of the bench, care on her face as she faced him. 

[thefamousmissduck]

variankrause·:

          the  pharmacy  was  somewhere  that  he  found  he  needed  for  this  weird  whatever  it  was  that  he  was  dealing  with.   honestly  he  had  never  had  a  problem  with  sneezing  before  he’d  gotten  to  elias.   it  never  happened  at  home  regardless  of  the  amounts  of  pollen  there  was  because  he  lived  in  an  agricultural  town.   but  this  was  ridiculous.   he  felt  tired  and  had  a  headache.   varian  knew  he  wasn’t  sick  because  he  didn’t  have any  other  symptoms.   he  didn’t  know  where  the  medication  he  needed  was  located,   but  he  didn’t  see  a  worker  around.   

          “ hey  are  you  okay ? ”   he  asked.   varian  tilted  his  head  to  the  side.   “ do  you  happen  to  know  where  the  allergy  medication  is ? ”

*

The fog of sickness that encompassed Daisy was broken through by a voice. She chose, for his sake, to not reply to his first question. Obviously she did not and there was no way to say that without being rude. She crooked a finger for him to follow, inhaling to give a nicer, “Down this way.” The woman stayed a step ahead, she grabbed up a few boxes. “These are decent... and then...” She slipped to a nearby aisle and returned with a bottle of whiskey that she started to hand over before thinking better, pulling it back to her side as she asked, “Wait, how old are you?”

[thefamousmissduck]

Starter for: Open Location: Pharmacy 

Daisy’s pace was usually quick. She forever had places to be, something to accomplish. It was not always important in general - but it always felt important to the woman harboring the need. It made today’s slow path through the shop all the more noticeable. She should have been in bed, a wiser person would have been, but as always, she had things to do. There was no rest, only her hand reaching out and swiping a armload of cold medicine into her basket.

She was going to snuff this thing out with Robitussin and sheer willpower.

[dorothy16]

emmyraver II ❤️ II

[thefamousmissduck]

xominniexo·:

🎀

there were few people that made Minnie feel more like Minnie than Daisy Duck. meeting her amidst the pressures of New York had felt like coming home after a day spent in the cold. and nothing made her prouder than seeing how far she’d come. the idea that she’d had any small part in that journey? well, it was just about the highest flattery anyone could give her. “oh, the polka dots. i still dream of that collection,” she sighed wistfully. bows and polka dots, especially styled by Daisy, were a surefire way to Minnie’s heart. “hmm, you drive a hard bargain. deal. you get flowers, i blow off Mickey to get a fancy dinner with you, just like old times,” she agreed with a laugh. “i really am so proud of you, darling,” she added with unbridled fondness.

*

Daisy had no doubt the women could stand there, heaping praise and love onto the other. It would not have been the first time - a glass of wine or two and Daisy would happily lead the charge in that matter. A history filled with highlights - the polka dots, the season they both believed grown women should routinely wear bows in their hair, Daisy gleefully preparing to fight anyone that thought they could take advantage of Minnie’s kindness. The woman was fully capable of taking care of herself but Daisy was forever more comfortable in the aggressive role and glad to do it. She smiled a wide smile. “My evil plan to steal you from Mickey little by little is working.” She teased before her grin softened and she gave a sincere, “Thank you... I am not sure how I got so lucky as to have you to inspire me.”

“Now, since I am already here, point me towards where you need me to help.”

[dinah-lance]