TRAPPED!

so i’m going to be remaking this blog, because it’s pretty outdated and i’m not even sure who’s around anymore. i love howard too much to abandon him forever, so if i make the blog with an email and password i can actually keep track of, maybe he won’t die again...

     by the way, if you’re interested in a canon-divergent felicia hardy blog...      i’ve been trying to get that set up and active for a few days now (’:

          so basically i’d been busy with school, and now work, and my life’s just been a hectic mess. from here on out, i’m going to make a bigger effort to be more active on this blog, because i miss this duck too much!

i haven’t abandoned this blog [again]! i’m just putting it on hold for a while until school lets out. i’m trying to graduate this quarter, and things are getting really tough. by mid-june, i should be back again for real. thank you for your patience!

            “...Huh. Surprisingly, you ain’t the first oversized turtle I’ve seen around these parts. Are you some kinda migrated Galapagosian species, or am I just that outta touch with my surroundings?” He cleared his throat. That was rude. “I mean, if you got that big with a workout routine and protein shakes, I think I’d like some tips. Can’t be too careful these days, y’know?”

              “Figures. Most people wouldn’t know a good case if it bit ‘em in the face.” Was he laying it on too thick? Probably. Could he actually handle the job? Possibly. “So let’s go over the facts. What brought you here, and what can I do to help?”

               “Look, it’s uh. It’s nothing personal, I’m just surprised that ad actually worked. Not too many people come to a duck for their private investigating needs.”

               “Are you talkin’ to me? I said, are you talkin’ to me?                  Cause, uh...I wasn’t listening.”

             “That’d be P H. Anyone ever teach you to read?”

                                         mcu/616-based && multieverything

              “Aw, kid. You don’t look so hot. Lemme buy you a drink?”

           “What the---” Alright. Fair was fair. A planet was a big place, plenty of people to bump into. Of course, Howard would have been happier to not bump into certain individuals. Sure, they both had tenuous connections to the Collector. That didn’t mean they were best friends. He was half tempted to turn the other direction and just backtrack, but that wasn’t the classiest option. Confrontation sounded much better. And so he cleared his throat with a sound worse than nails on chalkboard. “What are you doing here?” 

           *currently only have comic icons, no live ones, so if you can put up with that, then...

                …i’m sexy and i know it

i know i keep leaving this blog then coming back at odd times. it’s hard when your muse is an irritable duck. a lot of people seem to not like howard? like, as a character. but i still love this foul fowl, and so i’m going to try to be more active here! we’ll see how this goes. i mean, rp is a two-way thing. as interested as i am in writing with others, they have to be interested in this little guy as well to make it work!

            “You know who’d make a good companion               to that doctor guy? This duck.”