#louie duck angst

[seldomscilence16]

Whumpober day 1:

Race Against the Clock

Search Party | Panic Attack

Fandom: Ducktales/Duck Universe

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Trembling limbs against his chest, a grip on his shirt from a tight little fist, teary quiet gasps. He does his best to rock back and forth at a steady pace, a buzzing numbness having filled his limbs long ago making it difficult to tell which way he leans. His mind screams at him to do something, anything, but he knows he’s tried everything in the book and then some, and he curses his luck now more than ever, for putting someone he loves in such danger.

His hold tightens at the thought, pulling the duckling just that much closer, his unsteady heartbeat likely doing nothing to help the boy. He runs his fingers through matted head feathers, gently adjusted each one, brushing away dirt and muck. The little head leans into his touch, stuttered breathing more apparent, he takes a long slow breath, holds it, and releases. For several breaths he waits, soothing the child in his arms as best as he can in such a hopeless situation.

“Unca’ Donald… are we gonna die here?” The weak rasp breaks his heart all over again, the breathless quality, the wet undertone that speaks of tears and panic.

“They won’t let that happen.”

Donald doesn’t know if it's a lie, but it's bitter on his tongue. At the very least, they would come for the boy in his arms.

Please.

…

“Mr. McDuck, if they are in there…”

“Spit it out.”

“Their air supply would have been limited to begin with, depending on how long they’ve been in there… if they’re still alive, they have very limited time.”

“Then I suggest everyone goes faster.” The old duck grinds the words out, trying to keep a lid on his temper as he grips his cane hard enough to cause the wood to creak, hard enough to make his joints ache.

“This is miles worth of underground tunnels, with traps and aging structure alike, anything could go wrong-”

“Then keep Gladstone around! I don’t care what you have to do! Just find my boys!”

“..Yes sir..”

“Uncle Scrooge, are you okay?”

He turns to the young voice, his temper washing away like an avalanche of snow on a candle. Three pairs of eyes stare up at him, tired rings underneath and so scared, but asking him if he was alright….

“Everything’s fine kids. Just, a lot of ground to cover.” He forces a reassuring smile onto his beak, ignores the shake to his hands and the waver in his step, anything to give these kids hope, but this is usually someone else's role, someone far better at it then Scrooge.

“You… really think they’re in there?” Webby is staring at- what once was- the entrance, now crumbled and blocked by the landslide the storm caused earlier.

The entrance to an underground maze, with rumored treasure in its center, old and hidden and discovered by their youngest when reading a book gifted to him. A book from somewhere Scrooge could still not identify. The youngest had gone off on his own, and Donald had found out first, a scribbled note left in their wake that had taken Scrooge too long to figure out. Now, now they’d been in there who knows how long, in who knows what condition, and apparently now on a time limit.

“Yes, and we’re going to find them.”

“Hello, we’ve come to assist!” The voice comes from above, the sound of jets reaching their ears belatedly.

Boyd and GizmoDuck descend from the sky, landing not far from the family, just above them, floating down with an open umbrella is José Carioca, and above him Panchito Pistoles with a parachute. Unexpected and unplanned for, Scrooge stares with a raised brow, feeling a headache begin to pound in his temples, this situation did not need anymore stress.

“How in the blazes did you even know about all of this?”

“We keep track of Donaldo’s wellbeing.” José drawls.

“And Dewey texted us.” Panchito’s grin is sharp.

“Webby texted us.” Lena and Violet pop into existence, several gasps and ‘holy feathers’ released from the group.

“Huey.” GizmoDuck says sheepishly.

“I’ve found several tunnels!” Boyd cuts in, eyes glowing as he scans the ground.

“Let's get started then.”

…

Fingertips bloody, hands sore and injured, Donald continues to dig at the rubble. Louie sleeps fitfully behind him, curled into a tight ball with the cape from donalds shirt as a pillow. His lungs take trembling breaths, he can’t tell if the unfulfilling feeling is coming from the lack of air in the room, or his own panic at the fact. If he doesn’t do something, his little boy will die, he will never see his family or friends again, he will never create the life he wanted, he will die here. Young, on an adventure he never asked for, terrified and injured and cold and running out of air, Donald couldn’t let that happen.

His breath hitches, inhaling more dust and dirt than air, as a larger bit of rubble dislodges. He moves it out of the way with a grunt, the barest bit of vigor returning at the thought of progress. As he turns back to continue digging, a rumble shakes the space, he lurches backwards, shielding Louie from falling dust and rocks as he waits it out. When the dust settles, he glances sideways to find a new layer of rubble atop the small dent he had made, the pile reaching farther in. The tight feeling in his chest increases, and he’s sure tears would come if he wasn’t so dried out. Huddled over the still sleeping Louie, Donald cries silent dry sobs, until there's not enough breath to do so, until his arms have simply locked, and his vision blurs, and the shaking begins again, and he can do nothing but shield a dying child.

He whispers a silent apology. To Louie. To Huey and Dewey. To Webby. To Della, wherever she is. To Scrooge. To everyone who loved the bright boy beneath him, and to all those he failed.

Darkness edges at the corners of his vision, a trembling spot of green all he can see through the dust, a light shines off to the side, but he can’t bear to look away. He can’t leave him.

Noise echoes around him as a warped unidentifiable mess, perhaps people in the after life after his head. Movement, the place is probably about to come down, he forces his limbs to hold, with every last bit of strength he has. Something touches his shoulder, something warm that breaks through the numbness ever so slightly, the walls had been cold… he doesn’t understand-

“Donaldo, breathe, please.”

“Zé?” He croaks, terror filling him at the thought his friend was on the other side.

“You’re safe. It's okay, we got you both.”

Oh…

And Donald allows the darkness to take him.

[birdinahoodie]

TW: flash at the end of the animatic

I fell asleep listening to abba and I had a dream about ducktales which lead to this animatic

[sometimes-they-come-back-237]

// Don’t make me happy // Don’t fill me up with hope // Don’t make me think that anything good can come to me //

// Look at my bruises // Look at this graze in me // Can’t you see how it’s growing inside, eroding me // But now I understand and now I’ve come to know // When sewed by evil hands, how quickly you can grow //

// What good are you to me now // When all you do is take // What good are you anyhow // What promise can you make //

// What good are all of your words // Without you, she’d still be here //

// Using your traitorous words // You took the stars away //

// No good and poisonous words // Making the world to fall //

// What good could you ever do // If any good at all //

~

Fandom - DuckTales 2017

Lyrics - “What Good” from The Book Thief the Musical

[arualthecolorfulfreak]

Traumatised boy ♡

Yeah, we got Duke of making a mess, traumatized boy, and Hmm, I wonder which triplet will be next (evil laughter >:3)

And if you want to know what happened to Louie, then click this LouieAuAngst and read what I wrote below the drawing

[ducktalesenthusiast]

tiktok didn’t like this so maybe you guys will 🙏🙏

[redleaderblockhead]

Why am I this way?

Stupid medicine, not doing anything

What the hell is fucking wrong with me?

I guess there’s no remedy, I’m so terribly lost

Lyrics from: LosT by Bring Me The Horizon

[lackablazeical]

First thing ever posted on a03 all by mah lonesome, enjoy!!!!!!

[amalia-uwu]

Chapters: 13/? Fandom: DuckTales (Cartoon 2017), Legend of the Three Caballeros (Cartoon) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Bentina Beakley & Della Duck & Donald Duck & Scrooge McDuck, Dewey Duck & Huey Duck & Louie Duck & Webby Vanderquack, Scrooge McDuck & Everyone, Donald Duck & Scrooge McDuck, Dewey Duck & Donald Duck & Huey Duck & Louie Duck & Webby Vanderquack, José Carioca & Panchito Pistoles, José Carioca & Donald Duck & Panchito Pistoles Characters: Scrooge McDuck, Huey Duck (Disney), Dewey Duck (Disney), Louie Duck (Disney), Launchpad McQuack, Webby Vanderquack, Bentina Beakley, Della Duck (Disney), Panchito Pistoles, José Carioca, Magica de Spell (Disney), Original Characters, Xandra (Disney), Selene (Disney: DuckTales) Additional Tags: Gore, Blood and Injury, Blood, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, How Do I Tag, It's been like 4 years since I wrote this 🥲🥹, Angst, Magic, Protective Siblings, Protective Scrooge McDuck, Everyone Needs A Hug, Everyone is protective of Donald, Originally Posted on Wattpad, Action, Adventure, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Major Character Injury, Hurt Donald Duck (Disney), Hurt/Comfort, Revenge, Heavy Angst, No beta we die like my concentration Summary:

Magica is fed up with the Mcduck clan ruining her plans to become the richest duck in the world and humiliating her .She seeks and plans a revenge but this revenge won't be like any other revenge. It will be without mercy.. It will be a ruthless revenge.

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I don't own : Ducktales, The Legend of the Three Caballeros, the characters of those shows. They belong to their respective owners.

This story is for entertainment! I hope you enjoy!! ❤️💙

[maelstrom-of-emotions]

Ducktales Part 4

I have no excuse for this madness, I feel like I'm stalling, honestly. It's a bit rusty, so my apologies for that.

If you're new, might I suggest reading Part One, Part Two, and Part Three first? You can read all of the parts here, this should help it make some sense, though honestly, even I don't know how to navigate this madness, it was supposed to be a Louie comfort fic, how am here? Alas, there's no turning back.

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"We're totally interrogating him after this, right?" Dewey asks, the words falling out of his beak before he can stop them. The silence in the room is as thick as the as the syrup on pancakes, and it's making his nerves stand on end. 

"Oh, absolutely," Huey quips back, a wry smile playing at his beak. It seems instinctual, but no humor can cover up the red-rimmed eyes and the tear tracks that streak his face, it makes something in Dewey's heart, ache, fierce and burning, and he finds the words spilling out of his beak like spilled ink.

"I'm sorry," he says, and the words come tumbling, like an avalanche, so desperate to see the end that he can't make out the beginning. "I'm sorry for yelling at you like that—accusing you of—I didn't mean—I don't mean it like that. I was just—just mad, at the world, at Louie, at myself—and I was so disappointed that I hadn't figured it out before, that I wasn't doing anything now—and I guess I just felt a little drifted of, you know, like I couldn't help him, and I just exploded—which wasn't right—and I just, I'm sorry."

It's not structured or framed properly, and it probably doesn't make sense, he doesn't even attempt to make sense of it, but before he can apologize, for the speech or for his actions he's not sure, Huey smiles, because he's always been the one able to understand, whether ciphers of bumbling brothers. 

"I'm sorry, too," Huey says, fiddling with his hat. "I didn't mean to imply that you were reckless, or that you didn't care, I was just, I worry, Dewey, sometimes, it feels like all I can do, and it still doesn't help me. You were researching about Mom for weeks and I didn't even notice and now Louie's hurt, and I didn't even..." Huey trailed off, voice faltering as though it hurt to speak. "Sometimes, it feels as if I'm failing to be a brother, ya know?"

"Huey, no, you're a great brother, you take care of us when we're sick, you're honestly like a mini-Uncle Donald. It's just, being Scrooge McDuck's nephews kinda became a full-time thing, didn't it?" Dewey chuckled dryly. 

"You can say that again," Huey muttered bitterly. "It's just, it feels like we have no control over anything, anymore, you know. The variables have no fixed, they keep on changing and you have to keep on making new equations to find them, and it's just, exhausting. There's no pattern, though I'm sure Louie probably found like seven, and it's just, terrifying. I watched you climb out onto the wing of a plane hundreds of feet in the air while it's on the edge of toppling over, I watch the world teether on the edge of shattering, I watch Louie almost drying and Uncle Donald getting kidnapped, I watch myself getting used to kidnapping attempts like they're my Junior Woodchuck Guidebook, I watch everything crumble with the horrifying revelation that it's normal, that I'm used to it."

Dewey can't say anything, because he can't find anything to say. He's had those thoughts sometimes, staring out of the window at a blank, starless sky. Looking at the abyss that always seems to stare back. Looking at space and wondering about the cosmic demise of your own mother and wondering, how on earth were you supposed to keep up with it? And they hadn't been able to, had they? Louie was hurt, Huey was hurt, and everything was just so chaotic. 

"I guess," Dewey begins tentatively, because it feels like he should say something, anything to fill in the wound that had been bleeding for so long. "When we were with Uncle Donald on the houseboat, it was all peace, you know? Like, the worst thing that would happen was that I'd set the houseboat on fire or Louie would would set it on fire because of a spider," he laughs weakly at his own words, the simpler days. "And now, it's like everything and anything ends up in a disaster, a clusterfuck of things that just go wrong that you wonder if bad luck is genetic, and you just want to breathe, not because there's not enough oxygen, but because there's not enough time to appreciate the things keeping you alive. And you just, you feel so old, you wonder if your joints are supposed to hurt, and if you're supposed to lean to one side to avoid the bruise that was formed by a plane crash, that you look at the scars from things you would have never thought to meet, and you wonder if you actually did die, instead of being husks of the people you once were."

The tears are flowing now, and he doesn't know why, doesn't know why he's crying and why the emotions rage inside him like they do, but it feels so good to let it out, to say it out in the open, instead of buckling it down with fear of destroying the only thing you have left. "And it's just, incidents are supposed to shape character, not chip them away. Stuff like this, they're supposed to bring people together, not make them so far away."

"Dewey," Huey mutters, and his brother's eyes are glossy, he can see his beak quivering, and it makes something burst in him.

"I just don't know what to do anymore," Dewey murmurs, and he rubs his eyes furiously. "Stupid tears." He rubs them until gentle hands pull his wrists away, and Huey stares at him for a minute before pulling him into a hug and Dewey buries his face into the crook of his brother's neck and wishes he was younger, when he was able to believe that nothing could hurt them, not when he was in Huey's arms. It breaks something inside of him, and he sobs harder.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, not sure what he's apologizing about but the words spilling out all the same. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too," Huey whispers, his hand steadily rubbing soothing circles on Dewey's back. "It's going to be be okay, you'll see."

They stand there, for god knows how long, but when Dewey pulls away there's a small smile on Huey's face, just like the fragile smile Louie had given him earlier that day, and the glass shards in his chest seem to join together a bit, just the smallest amount. 

"We're the Duck Boys," Huey smiles at him, tender and loving. "Good or bad, we do it all together—you, Louie and me."

"No matter what?" Dewey can't help asking, the childish hope oozing off his voice like an overfilled smoothie. 

"Until the end of time," Huey affirms, and there's something in his voice, something sure and secure, like Uncle Donald when he came back from a fired job or a bad day, so assuring that you couldn't help but believe it. 

And after everything, after today and every other day the world decided to throw in the towel, Dewey lives for that piece of hope. 

[m3ph1st0phelescircus]

does it have to make sense

[thatjesterel]

I drew a lil duck dude, and couldn’t decide on how I wanted the shading + background to look so I did 2 versions

[dragonlover158429]

Mickey's Once Upon a Christmas (1999) - Worst Christmas Ever

I found the clip! *cries*

LET'S TALK ABOUT DONALD AND THE TRIPLETS

Because honestly their relationship is so pure and important. There’s just so many examples, but I’d like to focus on the animated section of the duck family because it’s often seen as less when there is SO MUCH THERE.

The prime example is, of course, the Duck family short in Mickey’s Once Upon a Christmas. For context, the triplets are stuck in this loop where they keep reliving Christmas Day over and over. Eventually, on the last day, they decide to pull a prank on Donald, who ends up chasing a live turkey all over the house and destroying the place in the process. Following that, and seeing the destruction he’s caused, AND NOTING THAT THE SCENE ISN’T SETTING THIS UP FOR GAGS, he turns to the christmas tree, still standing, and says that hey, at least they still have the tree. And then, it falls on top of him, and rather than played for laughs, he crawls out of it and simply lies there, looking heartbroken. Let’s look at this excerpt from TVTropes: It’s an especially poignant moment for the character since, rather than turning on his nephews as they expect, he just lies on the floor, depressed and heartbroken, for what it is perhaps the first time actually showing humility and guilt over screwing things up. Meanwhile his nephews finally read the Christmas Card from him and Daisy that they ignored the whole time, a surprisingly touching message about Christmas being about love and giving to those they care about. For all the times they and their uncle have been at war, this is the point they realise they took things too far.

Donald, at the end of the day, cares about his family, but more than anything, he wants their approval. It’s been shown time and time ago, throughout all mediums, that Donald is an incredibly insecure character who thrives off the appreciation and acceptance of others. Let’s talk about another example from Ducktales. All Ducks on Deck. Look at this summary: Donald makes up a story about being a hero to his nephews. They stow away in the Navy and try to make him a hero. […]

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[yandereducktales]

Louie Duck Headcanons

Pairings: Louie Duck x Fem! Reader Aged Up + Tw: Slight Angst? Maybe?

Louie isn't good at expressing his feelings in words. He's much better with his actions

He teaches you all the scams and tricks just so you don't fall for any of them

If anyone tries to scam or trick you, he'll make sure they pay [Ref. Season 1 Episode 9 "The Impossible Summit of Mt. Neverrest!"]

He values your opinion (Though he would never tell you that he does. It's just the little things)

He tries to impress you a lot & he loves when you praise him

He slowly gains a trust towards you that's even higher than the one with his brothers. He trusts you with his feelings in a way that makes him vulnerable

"I think you're a stunning woman, Y/n." He looks at you; Like really looks at you. He had never seen you in such a light, always saw you as a... well, not a woman. But now he can't deny it, you were a woman, and he hated it. You were different now and he couldn't get you out of his mind now. Why was he bothered by it now? He had never been phased by you before, but now he's thinking of everything he says and does- This was stupid, you're his best friend, but oh my god, why is that guy hitting on you?

Louie's never really been a jealous guy- or that's what he says

He hates the growing feeling in his chest when people hit on you

But he doesn't own you- Hell, you're not even dating, so he can't tell you not to flirt back, but god he wishes he could

You're his best friend, so he doesn't even have anyone to tell about these feelings

He'd tell his brothers, but he feels like they'd just make fun of you

"Are you okay?" Louie looks up at you, confused, "What?" "You're being weird..." "Weird?" "Yeah. I feel like you're avoiding me or something." He shakes his head, but he's lying. To you and to himself. He HAS been avoiding you. Not necessarily because of you, but because he's scared of his feelings, and he doesn't want to confront his feelings. "No... Just been busy." It's a lie. You know it. He knows it. A part of him hopes you bring up the topic of feelings. Just confess, that's all he needs, your confession. Tell him you have a crush on him, then he'll tell you he feels the same. But you don't. "Okay, if you say so," You then turn and leave. He feels as if he's just lied to the gates of heaven. Maybe if he had been honest, told you he loves you more than anything in the world, things would have been different. You could date, kiss, cuddle, but not now. Not yet. Maybe in the future. Yeah, the future.

[arualthecolorfulfreak]

I don't know what I'm doing, but here you go

A lil sweet but toxic Louie angst

An Au where Doofus kidnapped Louie and also is very in love/obsessed with him. Sadly, his family is very worried about him after he went missing for some weeks, even months, they start to think he may be dead until Goldie wents on one of Doofus parties where she sees Mcduck missings nephew, of course after some thinking she wents and tells Mcduck about what she saw, I still didn't think that far if they'll succeed taking Louie back or if something will happen so yeah,

Almost I forgot to tell you that Louie has electric bracelets, so when he tried to run away, he got shocked after the shock lil boy passed out

I love angst ♡♡♡

[zarinaa113]

Don't forget Hortense!

bolts upright in bed. Scrooge McDuck Isn't Afraid Of Anything (<- lie) but his greatest fear is losing the people he loves. that's his weakness that's the one thing that terrifies him and brings him down. and he loses Della AND Donald AND the triplets okay I need to stare at the wall

[redleaderblockhead]

So take me for granted

I know I never really meant that much to you

All our memories will be erased

The only way out is forward

As far away as I can get

Where to now?

What happened to my fucking purpose?

I am just a stone sinking, broken and numb

Where to now?

The way you made me, made me worthless

Truth is, in the end, we all end up alone

Can you feel me calling your name from the balcony seats you left empty?

Can you feel me tearing apart everything we used to be?

Lyrics from: Nothing Shameful by Dance Gavin Dance feat. Andrew Wells