#huey needs a hug

[maelstrom-of-emotions]

Watch as I make this unnecessarily dramatic, this wasn't even supposed to happen, but the idea ran away from me, and so here we are, but don't worry, Louie will get the hugs and cuddles he deserves...eventually. I'd suggest you read Part One and Part Two before this, otherwise, it probably won't make sense. ⁂

The day felt unusually long, a rarity, especially when Scrooge McDuck was in the picture. The only times time ever seemed to stretch were during close brushes with death, pulled out like taffy.

Dewey wasn't a fan of that conclusion.

He couldn't wait for nightfall, couldn't wait to unearth the problem, couldn't wait to annihilate whoever had hurt Louie. He just wanted to set everything right, make it all go back to normal.

Dewey attempted to keep his touches nonchalant. There was no need for Louie to suspect anything amiss, although that would've been fine since Dewey was generally a fan of physical contact. But he'd messed up a bit, nearly knocking Webby down in his haste to sit next to Louie—a less than stellar moment.

On a regular day, Louie might've narrowed his eyes and shot him a suspicious look, but today, just like the past few days, it was as if his brother hadn't even registered what had happened, simply staring blankly at the TV.

The ache in his chest intensified. Louie was supposed to play the nonchalant and careless card, not actually embody it. It took everything in Dewey not to shake the answers out of Louie, everything in him to snap at his older brother. Who cared about plans? Louie was hurt, had been hurt for a while now, and Dewey didn't know where to put the band-aid because he didn't know where the wound was or who had cut it.

Huey seemed to read Dewey's mind because when Dewey got up to grab snacks, Huey followed him, giving him "the look." The one he'd borrowed from Uncle Donald, the one that said, 'I know what you're thinking, and no, you can't do it'—but Dewey had never been great at following scripts, especially in situations like these.

"He's hurting," Dewey declared through gritted teeth. It felt like Huey had momentarily forgotten the gravity of the situation. This wasn't some Mark Beaks internship or a hunt for a far-off treasure. This was their brother, the one they'd sworn to protect. The brother who'd composed a national anthem for him, schemed to get him his favorite set of playing cards, listened when needed, and stood by him as a best friend.

"I know," Huey replied, sounding exasperated, as if he were tired, tired of the world, tired of the situation, tired of Louie. "I know he's hurting—"

"Really?" Dewey retorted, unable to contain the anger coursing through him. His voice took on a mocking, cruel edge. "Do you? Because you sure don't seem to act like it! He's our brother, Huey, not some stupid science project. Do you realize how hard it is to watch him hurting? Do you realize how many times he almost died today?"

"Of course, I do," Huey asserted, his voice growing sharper, harsher, defensive. "It's like you said, I'm the only one keeping a tally of these mishaps. Do you think I haven't noticed? I'm as concerned as you are—"

"Oh, don't give me that," Dewey interrupted, his voice getting louder. He didn't care if anyone heard them. "I'm the one who's trying to help Louie, I'm the one who supports his schemes, I'm the one who believes in him. When have you even noticed? If you're really keeping track of these things, you would have noticed that he was hurt ages ago, but you didn't! Because you don't care!"

"For the love of the stars, what on Earth are you talking about, Dewey? You're not making any sense—" Huey's voice was getting louder too. Fine, if he thought he could outshout Dewey, he had another thing coming. Dewey was known for being loud.

"No, we never make sense to you, do we? It's always you who has the facts straight. We're always the ones who can't see the bigger picture, can't see it through your eyes. You talk about fairness but you never give us a chance, you don't even care! You don't even trust us, do you? Do you?"

"That's not true, Dewey, and you know it—"

"Do I? Frankly, big brother, I'm not even sure what I know anymore. All I know is that you've been putting off Louie when we should be comforting him. Instead, you're making some dumb plan that's probably not even going to work. When have your plans ever worked in a situation like this? And you still continue to—"

"Because it's the only thing I am confident in, okay?" Huey's voice cracked on a sob, and Dewey immediately clacked his beak shut, feeling his own eyes water.

"Huey," he whispered, his hand reaching out to grab his older brother's shoulder, but Huey shook his head and so he let it fall against his side again. He suddenly felt heavy, feeling the weight of exhaustion to his bones. 

"I had to watch you walk out on a plane wing, Dewey. You could have died, a-and I couldn't have done anything to stop it. Louie's hurt, and I don't even know the reason. You think I don't care? Of course I do. It's just that I don't seem to be able to do anything to stop you guys. Louie's schemes could get him hurt or worse, your antics could kill you, and you both are the only ones who seem to be able to protect each other. It's like you don't even need me."

"You know that's not true—"

"I'm not even sure what I know anymore," Huey whispered, parroting Dewey's words from earlier. He found that he didn't have anything to say, which Huey took as a sign to keep going. "You may have been safe that time, but who knows what will happen the next time? Louie's already hurt, I just, I don't want to shatter him further—"

"You won't know that by avoiding him," Dewey said softly, but winced it came out a little condescending. He wished Louie was here; he knew how to modulate his voice.

"I know that, Dewey, and let's be honest here, you weren't much better!" Huey shouted suddenly, and Dewey felt the rage rise once more, a seething surge akin to molten lava coursing through his veins.

"When did I ever say that I was? Stop putting words in my mouth—"

"Both of you, stop fighting!" Louie's voice sliced through Dewey's rant, his voice tense. They both turned to gaze at their younger brother, his eyes red-rimmed, holding the unshed tears like a storm on the brink. Oh, right, Louie hated conflict, and suddenly Dewey felt like the worst person on the planet. He was supposed to help Louie, not make it worse, why did he have to open up his big beak?

"Louie," Huey began, his voice a mere whisper, raspy and hoarse. Dewey felt a pang of hurt shoot through him at the sound. He had aimed to aid one brother, and now, both of them were wounded.

"You both were taking too long," Louie said, his voice carrying a weight that made Dewey's heart hurt. He showed no sign of having heard Huey, as though tethered to a world beyond their immediate turmoil. His eyes, glossy and wet, fixated somewhere beyond Dewey's shoulder, avoiding eye contact, as though it might shatter him. "I heard shouting."

"Lou," Dewey murmured softly, a fracture forming within him without clear cause. He wanted Louie to meet his gaze, to return to a semblance of normalcy. He longed for the sanctuary of their houseboat, where fear didn't loom every other moment, where the gravest concern was the capricious weather, where his brothers existed in a cocoon of safety untouched by the traumas that now haunted their nights. 

But Louie shook his head, still avoiding eye contact, his weariness mirroring the exhaustion that had settled into Dewey's bones. "I'd suggest you carry the talk over to the bedroom, at least in that case they won't hear the screaming." It might be a joke, but Louie's tone is flat, drained of the energy to maintain pretenses. Something in Dewey's chest just snaps—

"Louie," his voice isn't firm or authoritative, just broken. "Louie, look at me, please."

And Louie does, and he appears so adrift, uncertain how to navigate the conversation. It's a disorienting sight, so unlike the Louie that Dewey knows, and something in his heart shatters further. "Louie," he finds himself saying, unable to think of anything else. "Louie, you're not okay."

Louie remains silent, his gaze a haunting reflection of weariness and loss, reminiscent of a stray kitten that has wandered through the shadows of life, its eyes carrying a wariness born from unspoken hurt. The weight of exhaustion clings to him like a shadow, leaving him adrift in a sea of emotions too deep for Dewey to swim in.

"Louie," Huey speaks up, a gentle disturbance that draws Louie's gaze to him. Huey sends Dewey a hopeful look, and Dewey, understanding the unspoken plea, nods. "We need to talk."

"We should," Louie agrees, surprising Dewey. "But not now."

"What the hell?" The words spill forth before he can restrain them. "Louie—"

"We'll talk after dinner," Louie says, his voice meek, a delicate whisper that leaves Dewey unable to muster further protest.

"Okay," he says simply, the word hanging in the air like a fragile thread, because it's all that he can do. "Okay."

Huey nods, trails of dry tears staining his cheeks, reminiscent of the winding paths traversed by lost travelers through desolate landscapes. Like the path Dewey can't seem to make head or tail of, where everything seems to be leading to a dead end. 

Louie doesn't say anything further; he merely retrieves a bag of chips and a can of Pep! before heading towards the door. But before he can open it, he turns to them, his gaze intense and calculating in a way Dewey hasn't witnessed in days. "I think you both need to talk more than me, though. What you guys have is more important."

Before either of them can question what the hell Louie meant by that, the duckling swiftly exits, just as quickly as he had arrived, leaving behind a silence that hangs in the air like the echoes of unsung melodies. 

[the-cosmic-creature]

my red flag is that i think i could fix AM with the power of love

[hueyemmerichsbabygirl]

Huey needs a hug

[lethalramifications]

Another story that Ramlethal quietly listens to. Frato. A brother. He is a brother. His recounting of these past events are less vitalized when compared to the previous, and yet his smile, his abrupt laugh, suggests that there is something ‘good’ about it. Although…upon further analysis, does his mouth truly integrate with the mood his eyes convey?

Regardless, this memory holds importance, and being a sibling herself, she can, if nothing else, comprehend what is like to have such an attachment. The fact that they stuck together through difficult times supports her own understanding, although still vague in many ways, of how the concept of ‘family’ operates. The One Who Carries On…Which of the two humans is The One? And what is it they are carrying on? It could suggest anything from a seemingly endless conversation to something more theoretical in nature.

What she wants to ask first is on the tip of her tongue. ‘Do these memories bring you joy or pain?’ But it would seem Huey wants to return to the original topic. Ramlethal honors this. Maybe later she can revisit this question. This is a part of his ‘identity’, after all.

“As I said, I will do my best to complete whatever task it is you assign me. Thank you for assessing my individual functions.”

— And thus were her ‘individual functions’ assessed on what Huey deemed Staff Simulate Monday. Her shortcomings were made tragically apparent.

When asked how she feels, she gives him her honest thoughts. “I am not sure how I feel, but while I excel in efficiency, my colloquial skills are inadequate.” And she makes note of a few snickers behind her. Did she say something funny? “It is to my understanding that the ability to hold sufficient conversation is mandatory for effective customer service.”

She a nice person.....

So many people are so judgy these days. Huey gotta make sure to remind Lyney to show her some leeway in future screw up. He frankly think her uniqueness to good to be changed.

(Jeez are you this compliment starve Huey?)

"Hey again. Trial period and if nothing works i have a secret hidden job just for you. Let's start you off with ser-"

Just as Huey about to clap his hand and simulate a typical monday at a resturant. Her comment about the picture cause him to pause.

The painting? He thought he....Huey scan the mess of paper pile as he found it. Bury deep under some of the plumbing permits and electricity permit.

Oh right the painting he was planning to hang private in his room. Of course he going to code lock his door once his office is set up. Since Isola don't have transferable picture from your home. Huey had to commission a painter to paint a scene from his head by memories.

Huey got a pretty good memory. Hey idiot she still looking for you to respond? Gas light or give her a half truth?

"Yeah. Every important looking place have the office hang a cool picture right? Since i can't acess to the cloud or my photo from my home world. I had to pay a guy to paint this. Tipped generously also."

It's TECHNICALLY true.

"And yeah it is me. Me and my older brother William. Our...parents kinda abandoned us as kids. We had to survive though the foster care system with people more intersted in the money then us. The Ponzi name was a curse. I had Will and Will had me. We were smarmy little scamps as kids and did all sort of crazy shit together. We know we were nobody so together we were gonna be somebody. Our first con for travel fee was knicking some spoil teenager car. Asshole been crashing his thing and keep getting mommy and daddy to pay off the cops and buy new ones. Stole it from him in the middle of the date. Dude so hooked on alcohol he didn't realize two seven year old brat got the best of him...got my first suit out the job. Foreign cars really do be worth a lot."

Unlike his other stories. This don't feel as heroic yet feel more....real. This is something he rather enjoyed. The little smirk on the corner of Huey lips as he having a flash back for just a second. The chuckle that even after all these years. It's still a bit of pride in his work. Those eyes of his look just a bit sad though. It's almost like it's a memory of joy but also sorrow. The One Who carry on....this relate back to his brother don't it?

Huey drawing the attention from the painting. He...can't fully get into it today.

"Anyway enough about me. Get a note pad and let's start. STAFF SIMULATE MONDAY! We have a new trainee with us! Be nice to her and teach her the basics of serve."

A model size number of waitress stand in a row and began to disperse as some of the workers sit down in booth.

"Well let's see how you do Ramy. And if you get over whelm you can say stop whenever okay? And don't feel bad about failing. Nobody perfect the first time."

Huey send her off as she going to get a taste of what it's like to be in the server business. A dark thought he swore he bury with therapy and a shit ton of booze resurface as he continue to watch Ramthiel trying her best.

Your not telling her the full truth are you little Huey? That you got your brother killed. The painting is you trying to bury those bad memories deep deep down because even after therapy you feel like shit. You shouldn't have been the one to be alive. William should have been here.

Intrusive thoughts. Intrusive thoughts. She don't need to worry about this. Huey a professional. He not gonna trauma dump onto Ramthiel. She probaly wouldn't care or be intersted anyway. Long as he worth something to her then she continue to bother to show up.

Isn't that what relationship is? People using each other? He using her to lived up the place and she using him to fuel her burger addiction.....he really should get her a gift card after all this.

or else what reason she have to keep visiting huh?

"And time. You just completed a hour and thirty minutes of what it like to work in the Isolan Server industry. How you feel? You okay with it?"

[filthyslashertoad]

The Slashers & Miscellaneous Reacting to You Breaking Your Leg

Patrick Bateman(You already know)

Asks you if you want sparkling water, not painkillers, or comfort, just sparkling water.

If you're in a "relationship" with him, he may bring you his signed record from Huey Lewis and The News so you have something to occupy yourself with.

Michael Myers

Tries to avoid you at all costs because he feels like he might accidentally hurt you.

Even when you're sleeping, he'll sleep somewhere else during that time because he doesn't want to move suddenly and risk you injuring yourself more. (Sympathetic Mikey)

Pyramid Head

Just quietly watches you.

Brings you things that he thinks may help you or that you'll enjoy.

Leon Kennedy

Doesn't really know how to empathize with you properly because he doesn't want to come off as an asshole.

He resorts to sending you little Post-it notes and cards that have horse jokes on them. (Don't ask why they're horses specifically)

(Btw, Chris and Carlos suggested the idea)

Carlos Oliveira

Refuses to leave your side .

Tries his hardest not to cling to you.

He's a super sympathetic boy, so he somewhat blames himself for your injury and feels liable for it. (Pls reassure him)

Poly!Ghostface

Stu brings markers to sign your cast and while he's doing that, Billy is in the corner stressing and overthinking.

Stu draws dinosaurs and little skulls all over your cast, if you're lucky he may even draw one of your favorite horror movie characters, though it has to be labeled because nobody knows who it is.

Heisenberg

Tries to glamorize your cast by making a metal one that has spikes and different decals all over it.

It ends up being a nuisance and he almost stabs himself in the leg when he hugs you.

Hellboy

Keeps a close eye on you for the duration of your injury.

Develops a bit of an attitude when people try to bother you when you're resting or in pain.

Danny Johnson

Sends you dumb articles that loosely or have nothing to do with the fact that you broke your leg and when you ask him why tf he sent it, he just says, "I wanted to make your day better😊"

When he thinks that you're upset with him he shows up with a cast of his own and shouts "TWINS!!! NOW WE CAN GET BETTER TOGETHER."(No he didn't actually break his leg, and yes he will be using it as an excuse to be lazy)

Hannibal Lecter

Becomes your own professional nurse.

Nurse Hannibal is now at your service. Prescribes you any and all medication you need and gives you advice on how to heal as fast as possible.

Takes time off of work to take care of you. (It's not often that he gets to pamper people this way and he enjoys doing it for you)

[xxtc-96xx]

Poor MewTwo. The trauma of what the parasite is doing to his body and mind, making stabbing his sister, beating his parent Mew, attacking his nephew and daughter, beating Huey pretty badly, making Pig bleed (and possible scar?),

That’s one big stack of trauma pancakes 🥞

boy needs some serious hug therapy

[drawingducktalesducks]

Huey: Name the scariest thing you can think of-

Louie: Webby.

Dewy: Yeah, with all due brotherly love and stuff, definitely Webby.

Huey: Well I’ve got one that’s even scarier.

Louie: Not possible.

Dewy: TWO Webbys..?

Huey: Nope. The only thing scarier than Webby is… someone who looks at Webby and goes “yep, very cute, 12/10 would hug and hold and sing cute un-cool songs to on our anniversary”

Dewy: OH! IT’S-

Dewy:

Dewy: …who?

Huey: LENA!

Louie: It’s Lena, of course it’s Lena.

Dewy: Ohhh. Cool!

Huey: Seriously Dewy? Seriously!?

Louie: No but that is pretty terrifying. Like. My first memory of Lena is this blur standing next to Webby in the playground, then me hitting the dirt, and my feet LEAVING the dirt, because a girl with cool hair didn’t like us interrupting her Webby-time and had me by the shirt collar ready to smash my face in.

Huey: It was SO sweet.

Dewy: Yeah, she does have cool hair. Not as cool as the Dewy’s, naturally, but- Oh wait WAIT I’VE GOT ONE!

Huey: A hair?

Louie: A brain?

Dewy: A thing! Something scarier than Webby OR Lena!

Louie: Okay that is legit not possible.

Huey: I call bluff.

Dewy: No no I'm serious! We’ve met and lived through it before, guys! We BARELY survived! AND WE STILL HAVE THE MENTAL SCARS SEARED UPON OUR SOULS!

Huey: …go on.

Louie: I mean you’re still gonna be wrong, but yeah, entertain me with your epic fail.

Dewy: The scariest, most terrifying thing in the world is….

Dewy: Webby.

Dewy: WITHOUT Lena!

Louie:

Huey: oh my duck oh my duck…

Louie: You win. I for real just felt my heart speed up and got shivers.

Huey: OH MY DUCK OH MY DUCK OH MY DUCK-

Louie: Huey, air. You need air.

Dewy: It kinda looks like he doesn’t though?

Huey: OH MY DUCK OH M-

Huey: Sorry. Had a nasty traumatic flashback to finding Webby sobbing her heart out in Lena’s basement room thing.

Louie: That’s rough buddy.

Huey: Anyway, good one Dewy! I think you’ve nailed it!

Dewy: You mean I ~Dewy’d it~?

Huey: No.

Violet: ....

Violet: For your consideration-

Huey: AAAAAAA!

Louie: EEEE!!

Dewy: MOMMY!!!!!!!

Violet: I should like- stop screaming please, it is distracting- I should like to put forward an alternative candidate for the title of “Most terrifying”.

Huey: HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE??? THE DOOR IS TRIPPLE LOCKED!

Violet: Locks only prevent things from entering a room, Hubert. They do not guarantee that the room was empty to begin with.

Louie: You were here the whole time?!

Violet: Precisely.

Dewy: im scared

Violet: Very gratifying, Dewford. Thank you.

Huey: … So… your most scariest thing of choice would be…

Louie: Oh man this is gonna be bad, whatever scares YOU has gotta be-

Violet: Me.

Huey:

Dewy:

Louie:

Violet: On the whole I agree with your ranking system so far, but it does not take into account one crucial detail.

Violet: Namely that Webby and Lena are nearly always in a good mood when around each other, and prying them apart is quite difficult- not even death seems to be permanently effective- which severely limits the times during which they are a truly terrifying presence in the world.

Violet: My own brand of terror is, however, not limited by any such factors. It is also highly motivated, actively cultivated, and completely immune to them both.

Violet: Ergo, at any given moment, it is far more likely that I am the one you should be afraid of.

Huey:

Huey: I’ll add it to the guidebook.

Louie: Cool, I’ll add it to my nightmares.

Dewy: i want mom

Violet: Della Duck is a highly resourceful and accomplished woman, even beyond her history as a Woodchuck, but I doubt even she would be enough to save you.

Dewy: mommy....

[moneyholder]

Huey x child! Reader

Basically, and thing where you and Huey are friends. But, you guys both kinda have a thing for each other at the same time.

I was also thinking about making a series out of this?

(NOTHING SEXUAL.)

"Huey."

"Yeah?"

"Why are you such an asshole?"

"What?"

"How are you so smart?"

"Well, maybe because I study. And this world isn’t as good as it should be so I’m trying to change it… and to change it, I need research and knowledge."

"I want you to teach me how to be smart."

Huey looked up from his computer and turned to you as you looked down. "I can’t teach you to be smart, I can’t teach you anything that you can’t lern yourself. I wasn’t born smart. I had to learn." That made you feel better, you’ve been feeling a bit down lately ever since you failed that test that everyone else aced.

You sighed and closed your eyes leaning one Huey’s shoulder. Relaxing your body.

"Hey! Uh-uh! Nope nope nope." You heard Robert say as he pushed you and Huey away from each other.

"Grandad, what are you doing?"

"I ain’t gon have y’all flirting and stuff all in my house!"

"Grandad. We’re 10."

"5, 10, 15, 20! I don’t care yall not flirting in my damn house now back up off each other!" You couldn’t really say anything besides look at me freeman in confusion but you did know what he was talking about. You smiled at Huey apologetically since you’re the one that lied on his shoulder. He watched his grandad walk back up the stairs and he took that chance to pull you in for a tight hug.

You gasped. "I know you’re feeling down and you’ve been stressed because of school. I’m really sorry about that, you can always come over and I could tutor you. But believe me, you’re not dumb or stupid y/n. You just think differently." He said while still hugging you tightly and you started to tear up and hugged him back. "Thank you, so much Huey." You nuzzled into his neck comfortably.

"OH SHIAT!" You both jumped back to see Riley sitting there in shock with his jaw dropped. "Huey ain’t gay no more!" Riley laughed evilly. "Don’t you dare tell grandad." Huey threatened him. "Yeah.. I ain’t no snitch nigga." You smiled at Riley.

"I think I’m gonna head home Huey." You said hopping off the couch. "I’ll walk you to the door." He said and jumped off also.

"You two made it outside on the porch as you had one last hug and said your goodbyes. You started to walk away until something stopped you.

You ran back to Huey and gave him a kiss on the cheek and rushed away.

He couldn’t move, couldn’t breath, couldn’t see, couldn’t smell, he was stunned. He just stood staring into space as a big smile started to creep onto his face.

"That felt great." He said to himself.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

the thing i really do like about lena from ducktales is

she's a teen character who's been through a Lot. and still is a Lot

and her friends? they like her like that

she's still someone who'll hide how she's having terrifying nightmares of her evil aunt taking control of her, up to the point she accidentally drags her friends into a dreamverse and almost succumbs to said evil aunt because she's just so TIRED of trying to NOT be like her

she's a big sister now, adopted by violet and the two best dads, and she's super supportive- but her way of helping violet is by teaching her to insult and put down her competition- their Friend- which gets violet into some troubles later on

she's the kind of friend who stops an attack at huey by stopping TIME, pulling them both in his mind- and then opening the door in his mind he told her Not To, unleashing a feral furious side of him- encouraging him to do that in REAL life, cause a mess! Be a bit of a monster! Go wreck someone for once!!!

she's the bestie who sees webby's newly discovered clone sisters cutting a string between her picture and webby's, and blasts said clone twin with a magic attack

Reformed isn't the word for lena, is what im saying.

She's got the same traits as ever- they're just barely starting to be redirected

now she's also someone who dragged webby's granny out of danger (while alone with no witnesses) even though said granny didn't approve of her, basically said she thought lena had no future, and had been getting in the way of lena's plans for freedom and escape from her own evil aunt

lena was never evil. she doesn't need redemption

chances to BE HERSELF is what she needed, and it's what she GETS

she's jumping down a giant shark monster to save webby- her worst nightmare is webby dying- she kinda dies herself trying to save webby

she's the cool teen making color coordinated friendship bracelets for all her new buddies-

she's the big sis waving flags and cheering violet on, dissing on their friends for her, tackle hugging her (getting such a smile out of violet when she does), and always reaching out to her when things get dangerous

she's the friend who's been through it looking at huey's worst side, the part of him he's scared and ashamed of, telling him dude that is COOL- and she's also spending time and magic letting him run through as many redos as he wants, the one who put out a hand in the nick of time to save him the first place

she's coming to get webby after their first real fight, physically straining to keep a spell up long enough to reach her, and she's got friendship bracelets for webby's formally evil clone sisters too, catching them in her magic and safely carrying them along with her own little sister

like, she does learn to trust in friendship. she learns she wants to try being a better friend too

but she doesn't have to turn into someone ELSE to do it!

and her friends wouldn't want her to, anyway

[cookieswithay]

"🕸No...no way🕷."

Thee Miles Morales x female reader😜

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⚠️Warnings: Kinda angsty, spelling mistakes, slight cursing and the biggest part of all...

⚠️SPOILERS!!!⚠️

(Well not exactly, but you'll know what I mean when you watch the movie.)

Don't read this, if you haven't watched it, Okay!🤠

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• Y'know, most people would go see parents when they're upset. But Miles, he needed to see YOU. Even though his pops life was soon gonna be at stake, he still needed to cool down. Get his head screwed back on straight. Yes, yes, this was selfish. And reckless. But if anyone could heal a black heart, it was his girlfriend.

• About 5.2 seconds later, he crash landed on your balcony. Normally, that would've hurt, but the adrenaline was still coursing through him. He took a shaky breath, and knocked on your window.

• Please be home.

• Miles chanted in his head. The curtains were drawn. Were you asleep? Godammit. He shouldn't of came here anyway. Knowing that Miguel guy (and everyone else he thought CARED about him) he was probably followed. You did NOT need a bounty on your head just from association. He was ready to hightail it, when he heard the curtains spread.

• "Miles?"

• You barely got the word out before you were tugged into a tight embrace. By...spiderwebs?

• "Um...sweetie pie?"

• You squeaked. What was wrong with him? Silently, he picked you up, and slipped through the window. (Still hugging you, btw) He put you down and sighed.

• "Sorry, Y/N. I...I just been through some stuff."

• "Stuff?"

• You asked, with a raised eyebrow. Sure, he's been scarce for a few days. But the crime was still low.

• "Remember when I said I had to figure out what Gwen was hiding?"

• You nodded slowly.

• "Well, uh...this is gonna be long. Um, listen, turns out I'm part of a long line Spidermen. But every gen, a police captain dies. And just recently, Dad got promoted and-"

• "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Pump the breaks for a sec, handsome."

• Was he talking too fast? Or was this still a information dump? You gave him a bewildered look.

• "You're saying your pops is getting promoted?"

• The chocolate hero nodded. You were at that party. Did you forget the deets already? (Although he wouldn't be surprised, you guys were kissing A TON that day)

• "Honey pie..."

• You said with a confused and now concerned look.

• "You're dad passed last year... remember?"

• Miles blood ran cold. Died last ye- What were you talking about!? He was alive! And he was gonna stay that way! Noticing your boyfriend's panicked expression, you gave him a hug.

• "Aww, Is this why you needed to see me?"

• "You'll be okay."

• Sadly your attempt to comfort him was in vain, his heart was still racing. He was home...right?

• "Go on, hug me back."

• You said into his chest. His arms naturally raised up, but he forced them to stop when he took a look a you. You...you looked really different. Instead of one of the many sweaters he lent you, you had one a tattered jersey with the sleeves torn off. Along with dragon tattoos littered on your arms. Even your iconic hairstyle was different!

• "Y/N..."

• "Hold that thought, let's get outta the dark."

• You said. You let him go and headed to the light switch. Miles watched as you did so, although it was kinda hard. His head was spinning like crazy. What was happening...?

• "Okay."

• You said. You turned on your heels.

• "Back to the kiss and make it bet-"

• You paused. You gave him a shocked look over. What was this new style? You chuckled as you crossed your arms.

• "Jeez, you dip for a few days, and become a whole new person."

• You flicked the lights back off.

• "But...I kinda like it."

• "It's not every day, I see your hair down..."

• Miles tensed as you walked up on him. This wasn't you...well not the one he's dating. You leaned on him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

• "It's nice,"

• You snickered.

• "Kinda gives a Huey Freeman vibe."

• Well, at least you were still clever. BUT, he didn't have time for this! He had to get his family! And protect Brooklyn from that spot weirdo in general! So much to do and so little time. He pulled your arms off.

• "Y/N, listen. I gotta-"

• His words fell when his Spider sense suddenly kicked in. He yanked you towards him, and hopped to the right. Just in the nick of time too. The door blasted in.

• "Y/N!"

• Miles ear rang. That voice...sounded oddly familiar. TOO familiar.

• "Miles!?"

• You shouted. Miles!? Like Miles Morales? The dark figure turned.

• "Y/N!? Oh my god, I'm so glad you're okay-!"

• YOUR boyfriend stopped in his happy tracks A awkward silence filled the room. Miles was now face to face...with HIMSELF. Well, a more tormented kinda intimidating version of himself. Where the hell is he!? Both of the males faces slowly went from shock, to deep frowns. YOU, on the other, was STILL shocked. Who the hell was holding you right now!?

• "Miles or...Miles-es?"

• "Who..."

• They both started, slowly yet angrily.

• "In the matrix hell..."

• "ARE YOU!?"

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HAHA! Bet no one saw THAT ending coming. Except the peeps who watched the movie too. Anywho, gotta finish a ROTTMNT ask. As always, Stay cool!😎

[ducklooney]

Donald Duck saves his nephews - Donald Duck and Huey, Dewey and Louie Duck - Quack Pack - Happy birthday Donald Duck! - Father's Day - Video clip

9/6/1934 The Classic Short “The Wise Little Hen” was shown and Donald Duck appeared there for the first time. Donald Duck will become one of the main stars of not only Disney, but also cartoon films, comics and video games at all. Certainly there is no need to tell his history.

An excerpt from the Quack Pack episode “Noisy Neighbors” and I am uploading this video again for my own reasons, since the previous one did not work properly (problem in the tags as far as I know). I'm definitely posting it for Donald's 90th birthday as well as Father's Day! Happy Father's Day to all fathers, uncles and grandfathers!

I’m posting this just in case, because Donald Duck is both father and mother to his nephews Huey, Dewey and Louie, that is, a real parent to them and unfortunately most people still deny it. That’s why I posted this clip showing Donald saving his nephews from two evil thieves, as well as sacrificing his night lamp to save his teenage nephews from being crushed by a garbage disposal. And in the end, Huey, Dewey and Louie embrace him as their real parent, as the Unca Donald they’ve always thought of him as.

Yes, whatever you think about Quack Pack, it was the only animated series that showed a lot of moments of dynamic relationships between Donald Duck and his nephews, like father-son relationships, and in my opinion it was the best segment of that underrated series. Of course, you have a lot of that in comics, but unfortunately only in animation is Quack Pack showing it well. Of course, the OG Ducktales and Mickey’s Once Upon A Christmas also showed well, only that Donald was a secondary character and less shown than his nephews, while in the Ducktales reboot, there were only some moments of hugs and nothing more. That’s why I appreciate and love this series. My opinion.

By all means, if you’re a fan of Donald Duck and Huey, Dewey and Louie, and a fan of the Quack Pack, please like and reblog this! And Happy Father’s Day and Happy Belated Birthday to Donald’s Nephews as well as Happy 90th Birthday Donald Duck! Because today is that day!

[maelstrom-of-emotions]

The day felt unusually long, a rarity, especially when Scrooge McDuck was in the picture. The only times time ever seemed to stretch were during close brushes with death, pulled out like taffy.

Dewey wasn't a fan of that conclusion.

He couldn't wait for nightfall, couldn't wait to unearth the problem, couldn't wait to annihilate whoever had hurt Louie. He just wanted to set everything right, make it all go back to normal.

Dewey attempted to keep his touches nonchalant. There was no need for Louie to suspect anything amiss, although that would've been fine since Dewey was generally a fan of physical contact. But he'd messed up a bit, nearly knocking Webby down in his haste to sit next to Louie—a less than stellar moment.

On a regular day, Louie might've narrowed his eyes and shot him a suspicious look, but today, just like the past few days, it was as if his brother hadn't even registered what had happened, simply staring blankly at the TV.

The ache in his chest intensified. Louie was supposed to play the nonchalant and careless card, not actually embody it. It took everything in Dewey not to shake the answers out of Louie, everything in him to snap at his older brother. Who cared about plans? Louie was hurt, had been hurt for a while now, and Dewey didn't know where to put the band-aid because he didn't know where the wound was or who had cut it.

Huey seemed to read Dewey's mind because when Dewey got up to grab snacks, Huey followed him, giving him "the look." The one he'd borrowed from Uncle Donald, the one that said, 'I know what you're thinking, and no, you can't do it'—but Dewey had never been great at following scripts, especially in situations like these.

"He's hurting," Dewey declared through gritted teeth. It felt like Huey had momentarily forgotten the gravity of the situation. This wasn't some Mark Beaks internship or a hunt for a far-off treasure. This was their brother, the one they'd sworn to protect. The brother who'd composed a national anthem for him, schemed to get him his favorite set of playing cards, listened when needed, and stood by him as a best friend.

"I know," Huey replied, sounding exasperated, as if he were tired, tired of the world, tired of the situation, tired of Louie. "I know he's hurting—"

"Really?" Dewey retorted, unable to contain the anger coursing through him. His voice took on a mocking, cruel edge. "Do you? Because you sure don't seem to act like it! He's our brother, Huey, not some stupid science project. Do you realize how hard it is to watch him hurting? Do you realize how many times he almost died today?"

"Of course, I do," Huey asserted, his voice growing sharper, harsher, defensive. "It's like you said, I'm the only one keeping a tally of these mishaps. Do you think I haven't noticed? I'm as concerned as you are—"

"Oh, don't give me that," Dewey interrupted, his voice getting louder. He didn't care if anyone heard them. "I'm the one who's trying to help Louie, I'm the one who supports his schemes, I'm the one who believes in him. When have you even noticed? If you're really keeping track of these things, you would have noticed that he was hurt ages ago, but you didn't! Because you don't care!"

"For the love of the stars, what on Earth are you talking about, Dewey? You're not making any sense—" Huey's voice was getting louder too. Fine, if he thought he could outshout Dewey, he had another thing coming. Dewey was known for being loud.

"No, we never make sense to you, do we? It's always you who has the facts straight. We're always the ones who can't see the bigger picture, can't see it through your eyes. You talk about fairness but you never give us a chance, you don't even care! You don't even trust us, do you? Do you?"

"That's not true, Dewey, and you know it—"

"Do I? Frankly, big brother, I'm not even sure what I know anymore. All I know is that you've been putting off Louie when we should be comforting him. Instead, you're making some dumb plan that's probably not even going to work. When have your plans ever worked in a situation like this? And you still continue to—"

"Because it's the only thing I am confident in, okay?" Huey's voice cracked on a sob, and Dewey immediately clacked his beak shut, feeling his own eyes water.

"Huey," he whispered, his hand reaching out to grab his older brother's shoulder, but Huey shook his head and so he let it fall against his side again. He suddenly felt heavy, feeling the weight of exhaustion to his bones. 

"I had to watch you walk out on a plane wing, Dewey. You could have died, a-and I couldn't have done anything to stop it. Louie's hurt, and I don't even know the reason. You think I don't care? Of course I do. It's just that I don't seem to be able to do anything to stop you guys. Louie's schemes could get him hurt or worse, your antics could kill you, and you both are the only ones who seem to be able to protect each other. It's like you don't even need me."

"You know that's not true—"

"I'm not even sure what I know anymore," Huey whispered, parroting Dewey's words from earlier. He found that he didn't have anything to say, which Huey took as a sign to keep going. "You may have been safe that time, but who knows what will happen the next time? Louie's already hurt, I just, I don't want to shatter him further—"

"You won't know that by avoiding him," Dewey said softly, but winced it came out a little condescending. He wished Louie was here; he knew how to modulate his voice.

"I know that, Dewey, and let's be honest here, you weren't much better!" Huey shouted suddenly, and Dewey felt the rage rise once more, a seething surge akin to molten lava coursing through his veins.

"When did I ever say that I was? Stop putting words in my mouth—"

"Both of you, stop fighting!" Louie's voice sliced through Dewey's rant, his voice tense. They both turned to gaze at their younger brother, his eyes red-rimmed, holding the unshed tears like a storm on the brink. Oh, right, Louie hated conflict, and suddenly Dewey felt like the worst person on the planet. He was supposed to help Louie, not make it worse, why did he have to open up his big beak?

"Louie," Huey began, his voice a mere whisper, raspy and hoarse. Dewey felt a pang of hurt shoot through him at the sound. He had aimed to aid one brother, and now, both of them were wounded.

"You both were taking too long," Louie said, his voice carrying a weight that made Dewey's heart hurt. He showed no sign of having heard Huey, as though tethered to a world beyond their immediate turmoil. His eyes, glossy and wet, fixated somewhere beyond Dewey's shoulder, avoiding eye contact, as though it might shatter him. "I heard shouting."

"Lou," Dewey murmured softly, a fracture forming within him without clear cause. He wanted Louie to meet his gaze, to return to a semblance of normalcy. He longed for the sanctuary of their houseboat, where fear didn't loom every other moment, where the gravest concern was the capricious weather, where his brothers existed in a cocoon of safety untouched by the traumas that now haunted their nights. 

But Louie shook his head, still avoiding eye contact, his weariness mirroring the exhaustion that had settled into Dewey's bones. "I'd suggest you carry the talk over to the bedroom, at least in that case they won't hear the screaming." It might be a joke, but Louie's tone is flat, drained of the energy to maintain pretenses. Something in Dewey's chest just snaps—

"Louie," his voice isn't firm or authoritative, just broken. "Louie, look at me, please."

And Louie does, and he appears so adrift, uncertain how to navigate the conversation. It's a disorienting sight, so unlike the Louie that Dewey knows, and something in his heart shatters further. "Louie," he finds himself saying, unable to think of anything else. "Louie, you're not okay."

Louie remains silent, his gaze a haunting reflection of weariness and loss, reminiscent of a stray kitten that has wandered through the shadows of life, its eyes carrying a wariness born from unspoken hurt. The weight of exhaustion clings to him like a shadow, leaving him adrift in a sea of emotions too deep for Dewey to swim in.

"Louie," Huey speaks up, a gentle disturbance that draws Louie's gaze to him. Huey sends Dewey a hopeful look, and Dewey, understanding the unspoken plea, nods. "We need to talk."

"We should," Louie agrees, surprising Dewey. "But not now."

"What the hell?" The words spill forth before he can restrain them. "Louie—"

"We'll talk after dinner," Louie says, his voice meek, a delicate whisper that leaves Dewey unable to muster further protest.

"Okay," he says simply, the word hanging in the air like a fragile thread, because it's all that he can do. "Okay."

Huey nods, trails of dry tears staining his cheeks, reminiscent of the winding paths traversed by lost travelers through desolate landscapes. Like the path Dewey can't seem to make head or tail of, where everything seems to be leading to a dead end. 

Louie doesn't say anything further; he merely retrieves a bag of chips and a can of Pep! before heading towards the door. But before he can open it, he turns to them, his gaze intense and calculating in a way Dewey hasn't witnessed in days. "I think you both need to talk more than me, though. What you guys have is more important."

Before either of them can question what the hell Louie meant by that, the duckling swiftly exits, just as quickly as he had arrived, leaving behind a silence that hangs in the air like the echoes of unsung melodies. 

Inspired by @stargaze-sunflower 's beautiful fics: Soldier, Poet, King and Left Behind

(My writing is a little rusty, and it's the first time writing anything for the Ducktales fandom, so it may be a bit inconsistent.)

With how often the world seemed eager on calling it quits, Dewey often forgot that his brothers are not an open book to the world as they are to him, they they weren't as transparent as they were to him. The quirks, the idiosyncrasies, the very essence of who they were—lost in translation to those who lacked the familiarity he had.

The realization knocks on Dewey's door with persistent consistency, a disappointment that keeps dialing his number. How many times must the epiphany ring before it connects? The disappointment, an unwelcome guest overstaying its welcome.

Dewey, thanks to a lifetime of triplet camaraderie, wouldn't label his brothers as cryptic, but he clings to the firm belief that others simply lack the decoder. The triplets' language is one he's been fluent in since birth.

Huey, the stoic scholar, wore his emotions like regal insignias, unfurling them proudly in the wake of accomplishment, displaying them like his Junior Woodchuck badges, full of pride with the knowledge that they got him somewhere. His world was one of cold calculations and empirical truths—a ruler navigating the realm of logic, as if his identity were sandwiched between the pages of a textbook.

Dewey, on the contrary, thrives on spontaneity, a heart-wearer in a world of calculated composure. While Huey wears his heart like a crown, Dewey showcases his with the flair of a street performer.

Louie, on the other hand, existed in shades of subtlety; a riddle wrapped in an enigma. His eerie stillness and deliberate quietness give off the impression that every move is choreographed, every smile, every laugh, every subtle movement a masterstroke of intent. Louie's deceptive nonchalance allows him to glide through life, leaving bystanders questioning if he's tuned in. Yet, beneath the surface-level disinterest, a closer look reveals unwavering awareness. Louie observes, constantly on high alert, plotting the next move—a skill heightened since their days with Uncle Scrooge, where death threats, traps, or just death were as common as morning coffee—an escape route woven into the fabric of his existence.

Nailing down what's going on with Louie was a bit of a puzzle. Most folks wouldn't have a clue about what he was feeling, but spending even some time with the guy, and suddenly it was like the easiest thing in the world. Louie's emotions were like this hidden force, internal yet gently seeping, exuding a subtle, almost imperceptible glow, discernable for anyone who bothers to notice. It's not like he's throwing his heart around for all to see, but if one squint just right, they'd find it stitched into every inch of him.

And that was the problem—nobody cared to try. 

He hadn't really noticed it, what with the world throwing the towel every five seconds, and Uncle Scrooge's ridiculously long list of enemies having it out for him, and by extension, them. The problem was external these days, and he was focused on keeping them alive, forgetting that just because they were alright physically, didn't mean they were okay emotionally. 

Louie certainly didn't seem to be. 

Outwardly, his younger brother was doing his damned best to maintain his usual facade—no tears, no forlorn smiles. The dry, sarcastic humor persisted, and his pessimistic outlook on life remained intact. But it seemed carefully curated, with none of the instinctual ease that Louie possessed. Any topic seemed carefully brought up, every joke timed to perfection. If Dewey hadn't known his baby brother for as long as he did, he would have been fooled—scratch that, he had actually been fooled, hadn't noticed the Louie's suffering until now. 

For all that Louie made sure the stage was set, there seemed to be something deeper behind the curtains, something was amiss. Dewey observed how Louie would simply stare at the screen on his phone, not scrolling, and no noise to indicate that it was a video—no earphones in sight either. He often drifted into a daze, a startled expression flashing when someone caught him in the act. His posture changed, becoming more withdrawn, as though attempting to make himself as tiny as possible, his hands buried in pockets and figure hunched.

During the Ottoman Empire marathon, an emotionally charged episode failed to elicit a single tear, a departure from Louie's typical reactions. His eating habits shifted, his favorite foods untouched. He absorbed blows without protest—no complaints when Huey accidentally shrunk his beloved hoodie or when Dewey spilled his rare cherry-flavored Pep!; he had simply cleaned it up and moved on.

Louie seemed to shy away from confrontation—not complaining once on adventures, a dry remark here and there, sure, but nothing more than that. Purposely avoiding deeper engagement.

It was like he was waiting for the grand finale, you know, the moment when the sky opens up and all the plot twists rain down. Louie, usually all chill and snark, seemed to be on edge, like he was expecting something big, something that would make a reality show producer jealous.

His entire vibe was off—skittish and scared, eyes playing host to some emotion that looked way too close to fear. It made Dewey want to tuck Louie into his ribcage, next to his heart, the safest place in the Dewey universe. He had the urge to pull him into a bear hug, to scare away whatever was spooking him because nobody messed with his baby bro on his watch. 

And that led Dewey to the biggest, glaring, warning sign that something was wrong with Louie, he didn't care for comfort anymore. 

Louie was the comfort connoisseur. Not the kind who demanded a five-star suite with golden faucets, but the guy who could turn a budget motel into a cozy nest. He was the master of finding the sweet spots, the snug corners, not the easiest paths, like everyone believed—though, he knew that was a plus in Louie's book—but ones that would lead to the outcome being downright comfy. 

The fact that they managed to get such a good houseboat deal? All Louie's doing. Even in sketchy hotels, when Uncle Donald's wallet hit rock bottom, Louie would manage to snag the coziest rooms and the better grub. Louie was the personification of marshmallows over cozy campfires, something warm and gentle, like twinkling fairy lights and comfy teddy bears. 

Louie was the comfort guy. Which made the current version of him a puzzle missing a few pieces. Safety was another thing he clung to, like a kid afraid of the dark. He was the kind of guy who'd rather avoid a situation than risk a scrape, especially for the people he cared about. But these days, apathy, especially toward his own well-being, seemed to have taken over.

A spider crawling on him hardly elicited a blink, an arrow piercing through his hoodie didn't make him flinch. There were no screams or tears when he got hurt—Louie appeared almost resigned, as if letting fate take the reins, even if it meant getting hurt or, worse, dead. It scared the heck out of Dewey, and he was pretty confident Huey felt the same way if the startled stares were anything to go by. 

Speaking of which, his older brother seemed to have come to the same conclusion as Dewey, because he kept trying to talk to Louie in a soft, cajoling voice, the one you'd use when talking to a scared animal, and Dewey knew that he wasn't the only one reading the fear in his brother's eyes, it didn't give him relief. They would need to stage an intervention, before both his brothers got hurt. 

Huey wore the crown of the oldest sibling with a sense of pride, and Dewey could admit, he handled it like a pro. He embraced the role with great responsibility. Delighted with the knowledge of what ailed his younger brothers, Huey was their soothing balm, guiding them through problems with care and genuine concern. He played the role of healer, tending to their injuries, and the voice of reason, gently talking them out of their fears. This was especially true when it came to Louie. And Dewey knew his older brother must be internally kicking himself for not catching on sooner—especially considering how diligently both of them worked to make sure Louie was okay. 

Now, Louie was the epitome of independence. It wasn't like they needed to hold his hand, and neither did they need to circle around him like well-intentioned piranhas, but Louie was just so young. He would clutch their arms when crossing the streets, giggle at the whimsy of bubbles, liked to make blanket forts when he was sad, and, when he had been younger, had been terrified of his own shadow. This was the same brother who had proudly unveiled his first scheme to them with a broken front tooth, the one who glowed when given even the smallest amount of praise, and shed tears over cheesy TV shows—it was hard not to feel protective, Louie was just so young. 

And Dewey knew it was unfair, because for all that they called Louie their baby brother, they shared the same minute of birth. Born within mere seconds of each other, they were the same age, so calling Louie young was hypocritical. But, Dewey couldn't ignore the instinct to shield Louie from the cold, cruel world. This instinct had only grown stronger after living with Uncle Scrooge, where danger seemed to lurk around every corner. Louie was just so small, so fragile, and the world was filled with potential threats. Dewey's desire? To obliterate them all.

He wondered if this was a glimpse into Uncle Donald's feelings. A mix of acknowledging Louie's capability to handle things and yet harboring an intense desire to swoop in, shield him, and keep him hidden from the harshness of the world.

Louie, for all his clever schemes and wit, wore his sensitivity like a second skin. Criticism struck deep, and he carried the weight of self-imposed standards. If he sensed failure looming, he was quick to surrender. Louie, much like Huey, was entangled in the intricate workings of his own mind. Both brothers lost in the labyrinth of thoughts, plans, and fears. Perhaps it was this shared trait that made it easier for Huey to navigate Louie's fears, offering comfort and perspective in the storm of his worries.

Dewey and Louie were similar in the sense where they shared a depth of feeling, yet their emotional navigation took distinct paths. While Dewey emerged as an empath, immersing himself in others' emotions, Louie delved further. He didn't just feel the pain; he saw the intricate web of ways it could have unfolded. Louie's ability to perceive and internalize others' emotions went beyond empathy; he could sense their unspoken fears and anticipate their reactions. This insight allowed him to choose words that would elicit the desired response.

So, while Huey used carefully chosen words and guided conversations to comfort, to be able to articulate their feelings, Dewey brought a different kind of solace. He understood that sometimes words fell short. That sometimes, no tears could be enough to express the sadness, no smile bright enough to showcase the depth of happiness one felt, no eloquent expressions could adequately convey certain emotion. 

It was why he preferred physical reassurance; so while Huey cajoled and coaxed, Dewey swooped in with hugs, cuddles, and hair ruffling, providing a tangible stability that words often struggled to achieve, actions speak louder than words and all that. 

Unfortunately, Dewey couldn't just dive in for one of his bone-crushing hugs, especially without any kind of lead-up. Louie wasn't into grand displays of affection; he preferred subtler gestures like hand-holding or an arm around the shoulder. Dewey had to stick to those or risk sending Louie running for cover.

There was another hurdle: Louie's aversion to vulnerability. He despised showing weakness, so any attempt to breach that barrier had to be done with utmost care, and preferably in private. And Dewey loved his brother, but even he knew he wasn't the poster child for subtlety, so that task fell squarely on Huey's shoulders. Not that Dewey doubted his older brother's capabilities; after all, being a big brother was a serious gig for Huey, and he took his responsibilities seriously.

So, all that was left to do was wait, and make sure Louie didn't die, which seeing how apathetic he was to his own well-being, would be a feat. 

[ducksinspaceadventure]

After Huey, Dewey and Louie have grown up, they talk to their Uncle Donald.

Donald: You are grown boys now. Although it's time to join the army. I don't want to scare you, but the law of this country must be respected. But if you don't, you can apply to be an astronaut at the space center. It needs young people for that.

Huey: No third choice?

Donald: Unfortunately, no.

Huey, Dewey and Louie: Then let's all be astronauts together. Better that than getting hurt in the army.

Dewey: I can't be first in the army, but that's why I can be first on Mars.

Louie: Meh, I'd rather be in space where no one touches me, unlike in the military I'd die instantly.

Huey: WHAT?! Even for an astronaut, you have to do exercises, and they are more difficult than in the military.

Louie: Yes, but there is no gravity in space, so I don't have to do push-ups. In addition, there is gold on the Moon and Mars.

Huey: Of course, typical of you. But I'm going with you.

Donald then hugged his boys and the grown boys started space training.

[asmo-cosmetics]

like the thing that irritates me most is that it would be so easy to make kuya cute. it would literally be so easy. it would fit so perfectly with his established personality and flaws that i keep getting surprised that they DON'T do it.

he just needs to fall in love with eiden. he wouldn't know it, he wouldn't get it, and he would be deeply confused by it. it would be fucking adorable. he would get jealous seeing eiden with the other clan members, especially quincy, or even someone like blade or olivine who just very openly expresses affection for him. and he wouldn't probably even realize he was jealous, either, because he's ~too powerful for stuff like that.~ and it frustrates him because he is that powerful, this shouldn't be happening to him, he didn't even feel this way about huey, and he actually respected huey.

there would be a card story where kuya was just sort of observing eiden having a normal day, intending to play a prank or mess with him or something, but instead he just ends up... watching. eiden kisses yakumo on the cheek while he cooks and he blushes. he teases edmond, has tea with aster, listens to rei talk about his work even though he obviously doesn't get it, and kuya watches, feeling a million miles away.

or a story where he does prank eiden, but goes way too far and eiden genuinely gets upset, blows up at him, refuses to talk to him, and kuya... cares? maybe even... misses him? potentially even considers the fact that he did something wrong, instead of just blaming it on eiden being young or an idiot or on some cultural difference between humans and yokai? and now they're both sulking and aster makes quincy do something about it because they're killing the vibes in the mansion.

even his scenes would be cuter, he wouldn't even change that much, he'd just be a little gentler of a dom, a little more affectionate, maybe acting completely like his usual self but then stops when eiden protests and asks is this okay, young master? are you okay? do you need anything? because he still loves messing with him, but he gets worried, because he has to accept that there are things about humans, and even eiden specifically, that he doesn't just Know, and he could hurt him, or upset him, and he actually cares about that.

stories where eiden gets surprised by kuya doing something thoughtful, and he laughs and says wow, who knew you were actually a sweetheart somewhere in there! and kuya's heart skips a beat, maybe he even gets a little flustered, you know, god forbid. because yeah they've had sex but if kuya's nice, eiden hugs him or squeezes his hand or kisses him, and kuya doesn't know what to do with that.

it would be so easy. i literally keep expecting it to happen somehow in the game because it makes so much sense to me it's like i'm getting edged

[tokuvivor]

Hello, my duck-loving friends. In lieu of @violetganache42 providing highlights from last night’s Movie Night (Duckburg Adventures edition), I’ll actually be taking a crack at it.

Chef Donald

Ass shot opening

@shewhowantsmouseears: “This is one of those ‘Donald is trying to live his life and god said fuck you’ shorts, I can tell already”

Trans Donald talk (egg laying)

Waffle misadventures ensue when Donald pours rubber cement into the batter

He’s gonna get his waffles or die trying

Donald’s angry squawk

Taking his anger out on Old Mother Mallard

Seriously, what did she do?

Send in the Clones

@writebackatya comparing the ‘87 theme to Hall and Oates

Breaking the rules of strictly Duckburgian adventures

Poe

Beagle Boys sounding like Meowth

Magica’s voice sounding more Slavic than Italian

Mel and I making references to Natasha from Rocky and Bullwinkle

Dewey’s voice changing?

The Beagle Boys (as the triplets) not wanting to wear their suit jackets

OG Webby!

NO NOT THE DOLL

Webra Walters with the Baba Wawa voice (shoutout early SNL)

Everyone is confused by the clones

“I haven’t eaten in minutes.”

Cracker-snatched

Theme song moment!

Scrooge racism moment

Huey as Chicken Little

Splatter Phoenix is art lesbian Jesus

Another theme song moment!

“Banned!” “That’s my joke!”

Daytrip of Doom!

Missy wanting to smash Scrooge

Webby is scary (and adorable)

Beakley being mad about Scrooge reconnecting with his family

“Ow, my tailbone!”

“Uh…ocupado.” “House meeting. NOW.”

@alex31624 singing the Spanish DuckTales theme

Louie sitting away from the other kids

Dana Terrace!

Beakley’s rules

“Wait, are they gonna kiss?”

Funso’s Fun Zone (“Where fun is in the zone!”)

Dewey definitely taught his brothers to harmonize

Webby autism moments (there are many in this episode, believe me)

Will talking about the parallels between Daytrip of Doom! and Nothing Can Stop Della Duck!

“Unrealistic for children to act like that.” Bitch what

Webby’s first time on a bus

Beagle Boys!

Fuckin’ Timmy Jenkins

Louie showing Webby the ropes

Jane! (Will, you’ve convinced me on just how great she is)

Not water

Jane tries to help Webby

Fruity water

Jane and Gandra are definitely friends

Uke or Puke!

WEBBY KILL

Beakley basically watching a Donald Duck cartoon

HDLW siblings real

Ma Beagle in the house!

Margo Martindale is a legend

Comparison to Mama Fratelli from The Goonies

Episode with ‘87 vibes (this and The Living Mummies of Toth-Ra!)

Webby wants to be normal

“Normal’s overrated.” “We need you to be Webby normal.”

Discussing autistic episodes

DONALD KILL

Webby getting the best of Ma

Donald hug

“I’m on Webby’s team!” -HDL

How did Donald not know Beakley was a spy?

Dough Ray Me

White Fenton jumpscare

@godfrey-the-chaos-duck and Will: “You know what else has an arcade?” “My mom!” “…the server.”

Fenton taller than Scrooge

Ghostbusters reference!

Fenton being voiced by a guy named Hamilton and Hamilton himself

OG Gyro

Lin-Manuel Miranda being a legend for saying this

Godfrey putting the do-re-mi pun together

Gyro being an ass to Fenton in ‘17 is karma for ‘87

Fenton’s vampire look

Minor Fenro discourse

Economics lesson!

HSM reference (status quo)

Nice jail cell

German inflation after WWI

Club Penguin reference (there were a few mentions of Club Penguin last night)

Gosalyn would take advantage of fraudulent allowance

Scrooge is pissed

To the moon (like Della)

Going full Peter Griffin

Beakley needs booze (also, Lady Olivia reference)

Reference to a fic about Scrooge having a mental breakdown regarding his riches (Cape Town, 1913)

Swimmin’ Hole

Summer!

Pete Hate Club is back

He took the swimming hole!

Electric fence

“We killed Holey!”

@violetganache42 and I referencing the Suite Life PRNDL scene

Bambi reference

Mickey is too nice

Who is Gizmoduck?!

Spam’s love for Mark Beaks

Huey helping Donald at the bank

Everyone is threatening Huey tonight

Fenton!

Huey’s big eyes when Roxanne Featherly interviews him

Goldie O’Gilt as a Christ figure

Incompetently dangerous or dangerously incompetent?

M’ma!

Mark and his ship names

The Gearloose Hay Wire

Huey climbing up Gizmoduck

Mark is Jasmine from Aladdin

Fenton’s destiny

“You will be mine.”

Gyro firing Fenton

Waddleduck

Huey being extra

“In the recycling, you monster!”

Mark being racist

That’s not Gizmoduck!

“I am not your amigo.”

More Huey climbing

Fenton sacrifices himself…but he’s alive!

He still can’t get his damn respect from Gyro, though

Waddleduck song in the ending credits!

The Good Muddahs

Webby episode!

No one wants to play with her

Someone please give this child a hug

Beagle Babes!

Why do they have globes on their chests?

Pink gun

They got Webby!

Beakley said “hussies” holy shit

Thugs and kisses…

The cops in this episode are immensely fucking stupid and useless

HIS WEE WEBBIGAIL

Beagle Babes with Webby

They’re trying, and so far, they’re failing

That’s not Cinderella

Okay they’re bonding with her good

Shoplifting list!

Pulling a gun on your sister

@hueberryshortcake: “She has two ladylike charms. Sorry.”

Beakley is pissed

Bubba nose

They found Webby! She doesn’t want to leave, though. But what if…

THEY RUINED HER

Webby with a gun help

Bagel Beebs

The boys driving the car

Beagle Babes reformed…wait, they want to go back to jail

Happy Birthday, Doofus Drake!

Team Magic!

Tempest in a teapot

Missy’s love for Della

Legends of Legendquest!

Goldie!

“Scariest bunny in the pet shop”

Scheme Team ready to go

Huey farming

Della’s snatched waist

Beagle Boys sweep!

Guhmeemama

“Hellowyn, Llewellyn.”

Honey Bin

Percival P. Peppington (knockoff Willy Wonka)

The child! (Boyd)

Glomgold and Sharkbomb!

“Grandma…OW!…super young aunt”

“Hi, I’m BOYD!”

Lester’s Possum Park

The Duke

A wild Launchpad appears!

Goldie’s legs

Glomgold-Sharkbomb fight!

“Don’t tell me what to DOOOOO!”

#You’reAllWet

Boyd and Gumball sharing a VA

Not the farm!

Goku Huey!

Beaks Optimistic Youth Droid

Boyd goes berserk!

“I swore after last year no one’s eyes would melt out of their heads!”

Goldie betraying Louie

Fucked-up Boyd moment, continued

Goldiemama

“It’s over 9,000!”

HUEY KILL

“This is worse.”

Boyd is Doofus’ new brother

Mr. and Mrs. Drake growing spines and punishing Doofus

Accidental Timephoon! reference?

Huey’s in too deep

Louie’s picture in Goldie’s wallet!

And there you go! Better late than never, I guess. I tried to get in as much as I could. If I missed anything, feel free to add.

[liviavanrouge]

Voice

Golden: *Stares in surprise* You want my help

Amber and Sean: YES PLEASE!!!

Huey: We don't know how to find our voices..

Golden: *Looks away* Finding your voice is finding something or someone that's very important to you, so important that you'll never get tired up

Huey: Something important?

Jingyu: Oh...wait what...

Golden: *Smiles at them* Everybody needs inspiration, everybody needs a song...A beautiful melody when the night's so long~~

Epel: *Stares at him surprised* Oh wow...

Huey: *Stares in surprise that Golden could sing*

Golden: *Walks away, the freshmen following him* 'Cause there is no guarantee, that this life is easy!!

Epel: *Perks up, remembering Golden had told him he "lost" his voice once but someone helped him gain it back*

Golden: *Looks at the freshmen, smiling softly* Yeah, when my world is falling apart! When there's no light to break up the dark! That's when I, I~

Golden: *Looks away, a love filled glint in his eyes* When I look at you~

Ruko: *Comes up beside Golden curiously*

Golden: *Lowers his head and rubs his cheek against Ruko's affectionately* When the waves are flooding the shore and I can't find my way home anymore! That's when I, I~

Ruko: *Smiles, giggling*

Golden: *Smiles and looks forward, heading down the hall* When I look at you

Huey: *Hurries after him*

Amber and Sean: *Runs after Golden quickly*

Ruko: *Flares his wings, following the third year*

Epel: *Runs after them*

Jingyu: *Fixes his blindfold and follows*

~~~~

Pomefiore Freshmen: *Quickly follows Golden, managing to keep up with him*

Golden: *Walks in the lead with wide strides* When I look at you, I see forgiveness..I see the truth...you love me for who I am

Golden: *Enters the common room* Like the stars hold the moon! Right there where they belong and I know I'm not alone!!

Vil: *Turns around surprised*

Rozzie and Diamond: *Looks past him shocked when they saw Golden* Huh-

Golden: *Smiles* Yeah, when my world is falling apart! When there's no light to break up the dark! That's when I, I~

Golden: *Looks at the freshmen then looks away* When I look at you~

Rook: *Stares at Golden impressed having never heard him sing*

Golden: *Looks at Vil and smiles, walking through the parting students* When the waves are flooding the shore and I can't find my way home anymore!

Golden: *Blows his hair out of his face* That's when I, I~ when I look at you!

Vil: *Stares at Golden, his gaze following the male surprised* Goldy?

Golden: *Smiles at him, stepping around Vil, keeping his eyes on him* You appear just like a dream to me...just like Kaleidoscope colors that cover me, all I need!

Golden: *Steps closer to Vil* Every breath that I breathe! Don't you know you're beautiful!?

Vil: *Perks up, his eyes widening*

Diamond, Rozzie and Room: *Smiles, stepping away letting Golden take the light*

Golden: *Grins at them then nods* Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Vil: *Looks away trying to hide his embarrassment*

Golden: When the waves are flooding the shore and I can't find my way home anymore!

Golden: *Nudges Vil, smiling at him* That's when I, I~ wheh I look at you....when I look at you

Golden: Yeah, yeah, yeah!! Whoa-oh~~

Vil: *Looks at Golden, a small smile on his face* You appear just like a dream....to me..

Golden: *Smiles and hugs Vil as applause erupted around them*

Ruko: Vil brought back Golden's voice!

Amber: Because he loves Vil and Vil is important to him!

Sean: *Nods, beaming* Mhm, mhm!

Diamond: Off you go you pesky freshmen, run along

Epel: But-

Rozzie: *Smiles at them then nods* Run along

Epel: *Nods and runs off with the others* Come on guys!

@queen-of-twisted @yukii0nna @zexal-club @teddymochi