Do U Think Loui Is Gonna Ask U To Marry Him?!

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

OH GOD SAVE US ALL.

Consider

Huey + Smile dip.

Idk what/who I am yet. Still exploring. Fully support ❤️

Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.

This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.

Webby: *singing Animaniacs songs off-key*

Louie: END. MY. SUFFERING.

Webby: Oh, don't be so dramatic!

Louie: My hoodie’s soaking wet Webs! And covered in soap suds!

Webby: Wash it then! *starts singing again*

Louie: *sighs*

To both of you: Would you rather be the most popular kid in school or the smartest kid in school?

Webby: Wouldn't the smartest BE the most popular?

Louie: ...No Webs. Sorry about her, she's actually never been to a public school. She's been homeschooled her whole life.

Webby: But I’m gonna ask Granny of I can start going with you guys hen you start 6th grade.

Louie: Why 6th? We’re in 5th now.

Webby: So I’m not the only new kid. Everyone will be new!

Louie: Ok yeah. Anyway, I’m already smarter than all those idiots combined, so I guess I’d wanna be popular.

Webby: But why AREN’T the smart kids popular?

Louie: ...You’ll see if you ever need to know.

Louie: Wow, that was a quick one.

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

YES SOMEONE PLS DO THAT!

“Dance of Dreams!” Promo

Credit to my amazing friend, @squipusaur, for putting the audio together!

I’ve been working on this for about a month, so I hope you guys like it! This is probably the last you guys will see of this fake episode, though, so hopefully it’s enough! 

Please enjoy this promo for a non-existent episode :D

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.

Webby, have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?

Webby: Not really. To be honest, I’ve never really been that into fixional stories. I like nonfiction that sounds like fiction to amatures. 

Louie: Wait, so you’ve never read a novel?

Webby: Oh, I have. But like, old ones. Moby Dick, Christmas Carol, that sort of thing.

Louie: Ok, we need to fix this. Huey, get Harry Potter and Hobbit, Dewey get Diary of a Wimpy Kid and Big Nate!

Huey: *distantly* Which ones?

Louie: ALL OF THEM!!!

Remember to ask more questions!

(A/N sorry this took so long, Inwas at school all day.)

DuckTales Season Finale Tomorrow