Louie Duck - Blog Posts

Duck teens, woo-oo!

Low self esteem

Loss of childhood dreams

They’re duck teens, woo-oo!

Crushes, dances,

Final exams it’s

Duck teens, woo-oo!

A-applications

Time for college

Gotta go use

Applied knowledge

But not quite yet

They’re still hormonal

Duck teens, woo-oo!

Arguments with guardians

They’re duck teens, woo-oo!

Been all around the world

And they’re just 18, woo-oo!

Angst and acne,

Feeling alone

But that’s normal

It’s just hormones

Cause they’re duck teens, woo-oo!

I’m so sorry.

Ducktales Dewey Duck and Louie Duck

Ducks teenagers.

My friend told me to draw this yesterday... and it was her birthday so I couldn’t say no.

Then, because I’m weird, I digitalized it.

So, yeah. I’m sorry about the quality, I traced the picture of the sketch on my phone, so it’s my hand drawn style instead of digitally drawn style :/

PS, I just laugh at Huey in his red rectangle of sanity XD

Ok I feel like you guys deserve something so... have a story I guess.

Random Loubby thing I drew, and story I’m making up on the spot.

(What a title)

Quick Note: They’re like, 17 or so here. Ok? Ok.

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Webby was walking through the manor, being her awesome Webby self, when she heard something. It sounded almost like... surpressed gasps of pain.

She followed the sound for a minute or so, and it led her to the 2nd guest bathroom on that floor. The door was opened slightly. Peeking in, she saw Louie standing there, with his back to her. He was crying and leaning over the sink, running the water over his left arm.

“Hey Lou, you ok?” Webby asked, entering the room. Louie, surprised by her presence, quickly turned around, holding said arm behind his back.

“Yeah, totally.” He replied, his voice strained and his face twisted into an unconvincing smile. He rubbed his eyes dry with his right sleeve. “Why wouldn’t I be?” Webby raised a concerned eyebrow.

“What’s behind your back?” She asked.

“My arm.” Louie replied. Webby looked him in the eye for a second.

“Show me.” She said firmly. Louie chuckled nervously, fidgeting his arm behind his back for a second, before holding it out in front of him. The sleeve was rolled back down.

“See? Nothing out of the ordinary!” He said as cheerfully as he could. Webby sighed, grabbing his arm and rolling the sleeve up. Louie winced in pain. Who could blame him? There were 3 large gashes up his arm, and a few more small ones scattered among them.

“Louie, we talked about this!” Webby reminded him gently. Louie sighed shakily.

“Please don’t tell Webs.” He begged, rubbing his eyes on his sleeve again. Webby sighed again.

“I won’t.” She promised, pulling him with her out of the room. “You’re just lucky no one’s home.” She pulled him down to the kitchen and made him sit down at the counter while she got out a first aid kit.

“It’s not that big a deal Webby.” Louie told her irritably as she pulled his arm out to treat. “They’re just cuts.”

“They’re not ‘just cuts’ Louie.” Webby replied worriedly, grabbing the disinfectant from the kit. “They’re cuts you gave yourself. That’s not healthy!” She pressed a cotton swab on the largest cut, causing Louie to wince again and his eyes to water.

“Ow!” He exclaimed.

“Sorry!” Webby said quickly. “But I need to clean them!”

The next few minutes passed in silence, aside from Louie’s wincing from the pain. Finally, Webby wrapped his arm in bandages and tied them tightly.

“There.” She said quietly. “Now they’ll heal, and as long as you’re in long sleeves, no one will see.”

“Thanks.” Louie mumbled, rolling his sleeve back down. He groaned and put his head down on the counter.

“You just put your face in your blood.” Webby pointed out, lifting his head back up gently. His face was splotched with bits of crimson.

“Cool. Can you tell me when I care?” Louie asked miserably. Webby sighed and wiped his face clean with a damp cloth.

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself Lou.” She said with a concerned voice, sitting next to him.

“I can as long as there’s scissors in the mansion.” He replied. “And even without those, there’s always knives. Maybe even a good old fashioned sword.”

“Why though?” Webby asked.

“I don’t know, ok?” Louie snapped back, turning away from her. He felt a few hot tears run down his face again. “I don’t... know.” He repeated shakily.

“Look at me Louie.” Webby said firmly. He sighed and turned back around, looking her in the eye. “Louie, I know what you’re thinking.” She said after seeing the self-hatred in his eyes. “Don’t you dare believe it.”

“I...I can’t help it.” He replied tearfully.

“Lou,” Webby started, putting her hands on his shoulders. “You are an amazing person. You’re smart, you’re kind, and you are IMPORTANT. And I love you just the way you are, no matter what.” Louie rubbed his eyes on his sleeve again and sniffed. Webby pulled him into a tight hug.

“I love you too.” Louie replied quietly over her shoulder. She pulled away and kissed his forehead.

“I know you do.” She assured him with a smile. “But you need to love yourself too.” Louie’s eyes dropped to the floor.

“I can’t.” He replied. “I can’t find anything about me worth loving.”

“Then look harder.” Webby told him. “Because I see all of it every day.”

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Ok, well, there you go.

Random picture, cause I’m tired... Sorry if it’s bad, I drew it on my phone Just imagine they’re like, 14-16 here Not canon to this story Just popped into my head K? Bye

10 year-old Louie: Seriously, it feels like we’ve been driving for forever!

25 year-old Louie: That's just the time travel talking. It's like jet lag, but it makes time feel slower instead of making it feel later than it is.

10: How do you know?

25: Come on, you can't expect Webby to not read more into this when you get home. Prepare yourself for 3 months of time travel talk. 

10: Aw jeez...

25: Oh, and the fact that when you get back, like, 3 or 4 months will have passed.

10: Wait, what?!

25: *shrugs* Eh, wibbly wobbly timey-whimey.

10: Oh God, when do I turn into Dewey?

25: Don't worry, you got 4 years left before becoming a whovian.

10: ...Walt save me now.

A/N: I’m so sorry I've been gone guys, I’ve been super busy, and had some writers block. But this gets me out of my spot, and since it's March break, I have some free time! So hopefully, they'll be home by the end of the week. Ok? Ok. You guys are so patient, thank you, have a cookie! 🍪🍪🍪

Ok, guess what?

To be continued!

What a surprise!

Still to be continued

Adventure to be continued...

To be continued... (as soon as I finish)

Dewey: Oh sweet Mickey Mouse, they've vanishified!

Huey: That's not even a real word!

Dewey: You get my point!

Huey: I wonder where they went?

Woah, had less questions than we thought...

Webby: WOW, that was fast!!! So fast, I forgot the closing line for ALL of them!

Remember to ask more questions!

Louie: Webs, don’t pressure people...

Webby: Whoops, sorry. I just realized I forgot to say it.

Louie: And that warranted it’s own post.

Webby: ...Yes?

Louie: *sighs, lowering his face into his hand* Ok then.

Update!!

Webby: Hey guys! So... our camera kinda... broke.

Louie: Tends to happen when you use the tripod to build a pillow-based trap.

Webby: I said I was sorry!

Louie: Uh-huh.

Webby: So, we’re just going to respond to some questions without visuals today.

Louie: But some we’re saving, feeling like they’d do best with us on camera.

Webby: Hope you guys understand!

Webby: That's sweet.

Louie: Yeah yeah...

Remember to leave more questions!

Webby: Seriously, all my friends are just adorable!

Louie: *slightly red* Aww, thanks Webs!

Webby: you’re welcome!

Remember to leave more questions! Happy first post of 2018!

(A/N: Sorry it's short, I wanted it up before midnight)

Louie: Can I take the dumb hat off now?

Huey: No!

Dewey: You will celebrate happily!

Webby: Happy New Year everyone!

Remember to send more questions!

Huey: Ok, Louie and Webby are... a bit busy.

Dewey: So, we’re here to tell you to ask more questions.

Huey: Now let's go start the New Years party, that might cheer them up.

Louie: I’m back.

Webby: Yay! What's the future like?

Louie:... the world blew up. Everyone's dead.

Webby: Really?!?!

Louie: Sure, why not.

Remember to leave us more questions! They're so fun to answer!

Louie: And now everyone knows I’m insecure...

Webby: Oops... sorry...

Louie: It's fine. Now we're even anyway.

Remember to leave more questions!

Louie: Wow, that was a quick one.

Remember to ask more questions! (I’m still hiding from the cookies thing...)

Louie: I don't think she's bringing me a cookie...

Remember to keep asking guys! The more questions you ask, the less time Webs’ll have to kill me for telling the internet about her “secret” cookies.

Louie: Good thing that disappeared before Webs saw it...

Dewey: *laughing in the corner*

Louie: You say one word you're dead.

Dewey: Word.

Louie: *tackles him*

Webby: *finds them wrestling on the floor, walks away* Not gonna ask.

Remember to ask us more questions guys! Thanks!

How episodes of Ducktales probably start

Louie:*laying on the floor* "I'm bored."

Webby:*looks around for a second, takes his phone*

Louie:"What're you doing?"

Webby:*plays DuckTales theme on YouTube* "You said you were bored. Now the plot will give us something fun to do."

Louie:"Oooo, and we get paid!"

Scrooge:*walks in* "Let's go kids, I just got the strangest urge to go to the Amazon for the day." *leaves*

Louie:*gets up and takes his phone back* "This song solves everything."

That's probably how it happens. Yup.

(A/N, last pic was a few minutes later. Just clarifying)

Louie: She's too young to hear things like that!!!

I told her not to use “askloubby” for the username, but oh no, “ask Louie and Webby’s too long!” 

Honestly her obliviousness is adorable. Just... don't tell her I said that. 

Remember to ask any questions. None are too bizarre for Webs to handle.”

Ok, breaking character for a second.

I drew this like, last week and thought it was cute. So, here you go Tumblr!

It took me too long to realise Louie probably got his "oh boy" thing from Donald. I figured I'd share cuz it makes me happy