#( dollhousemuses: huey. )

[krillconoisseur]

@dollhousemuses​ //; Huey’s proud of all his badges, and so is Fethry!

[waitlifted]

@dollhousemuses​ for Huey

It had been a long trip from Pincosta, but she was finally here, at the McDuck manor. Cassandra mentally went over the details as she knocked on the door. Just get in, get the Eye, and get out. If she could manage that, she’d be back in time to stop the curse.

Of course, getting McDuck to part with one of his treasures would probably be the hard part. It’d be nice and easy if she could just explain the situation and have him hand it over, but she got the sense it was going to be more complicated. And while she’d like to think she could overpower an old man with a cane, she knew he didn’t become a famous adventurer by accident.

Not that any of that mattered, as the door swung open to reveal some kid in a baseball cap instead of the famed duck himself.

“--Well, you’re not McDuck.”

[lunarspearedarchive]

               " Do you even know who our dad is? " [ fr. huey <3 ] / @dollhousemuses​ | unprompted.

▬▬▬ ☾☆      She was going to  do  her  very  best  to  not  take  his  tone  too  personally.  Her  face  did  fall,  however.  Della  fully  understood  his  tone.  The  accusatory  one,  like  she  for  some  reason  didn’t  know  the  answer.  Of  course  she  knew!  She  was  so  painfully  aware  of  who  their  father  was.  

                                  ❛  I do. Do you want me to tell you about him?  ❜

[ducktales-wco-oo]

" Fenton... I- " The words cut off as Huey looks down at the blood splattered across his shirt, disguised against the red of the fabric, but horribly visible on his stark white feathers as he removes his shaking hand away from the wound on his abdomen. His breathing hitches, tears already falling from his eyes as he pitches forwards, headed towards the ground as his legs give out. He had done this for Fenton, had done this to save Fenton, because if Fenton was still alive, people would be safe, but he hadn't quite realized how much dying would hurt. " I... I don't... It hurts- " The words are quiet and scared as his large, watery eyes turn up from his blood soaked hands to his hero. [ <3 ]

- ✩ { @dollhousemuses } ✩

{ ☆ } Fenton always knew he was going to die in the place of another... He knew it would be painful— in more ways than one —and whoever he left behind would probably be worse for it, but they’d get better. Time heals all wounds... or at least, makes them easier to bear, even if they’ll never completely fade into obscurity. That’s what he’s told himself over and over again. The end justified the means; the sacrifice would be worth it. Regardless of WHO he laid down his life for. It would always be worth it.

 ... But this isn’t.

It’s not supposed to be this way. He’s not supposed to be the one still standing, even if he feels like he’s about to fall to his knees at any moment. He’s not supposed to be standing here, blood splat minimal and from another. And that another is definitely not supposed to be HUEY. He should be on the ground. He should be doing his best to remain composed as he comforts the duckling. Should be telling him that it’ll be alright, whatever happens. That’d be so much easier... Maybe that’s a selfish thought to have as he rushes forward on reflex, keeping the boy from hitting the ground as his legs give out. But it’s there in the recesses of his mind, nonetheless. It’ll always be there.

Fenton barely recalls moving, barely recalls what happened prior to the attack. The gunshot. One moment things had been normal and then the next... a figure. There was a figure. A threat. Huey had acted before Fenton could; noticing the hooded form in the shadows quicker than Fenton. It had only been a split-second of delay. But it was enough... Huey is smart like that. Observant. Far beyond his years, formed from a life that changed far too drastically and far too early within it. Fenton never mentioned that... perhaps he should have.

❝  It’s going to be alright, Huey... You’re going to be alright.  ❞  Words sound like they’re coming from someone else, Fenton unaware that he’d been voicing comfort since he first got the duckling carefully cradled in his arms. Laying on the ground, head nestled up and Fenton’s free hand applying firm pressure on the wound. It must hurt... but that’s a good thing, he reminds himself. Pain means you are alive. It’s the numbness you have to look out for. If the boy’s expression grows hazy, starts to slip out of the pain-stricken wince... then it’s time to panic. Who is he kidding? He’s already panicking. But for now, he needs to remain calm.

He needs Huey to think that he’s calm.

Strangely enough, his voice doesn’t tremble— he’s pretty sure it’s his voice; it sounds so muffled by the ringing in his ears, the thickness of his mind. Steady as his hand, as the smile he gives Huey as he gazes down into glossy eyes he doesn’t think he’ll ever unsee,  ❝  I’m going to get you help and then you’re going to get better and you are going to have bragging rights over everyone...  ❞  Fenton says while looking around at a street that is far too empty, people must have fled as soon as the shot rang out... aside from a singular figure. Standing a few feet away, meeting Fenton’s gaze with wide eyes from underneath the shadow of their hoodie. But only for a moment before lids lower into something akin to contempt, the curl of a smile lacing what little Fenton can make out of their beak. 

They were shocked at the start. Fenton knows that... He SAW it. But it was merely for a split-second before they accepted what happened. And as Fenton is painfully-aware..... a split-second makes all the difference.

Fenton’s stomach drops, eyes wide with disbelief at what he’s seeing. At the figure taking a few steps back, gaze flitting to the blood-stained duckling for far less notice than Huey deserves, before he turns on his heels and races away.... He’s gone. Just like that. Not a word, not a shred of hesitation or a fleeting reach to help. He didn’t care. He did this to Huey... and he didn’t care.  ❝  B-Because— because you’re a hero, you know that?  ❞  There was barely any pause between Fenton speaking and the silent exchange between him and the unknown attacker, but that one instant feels like it lasted hours. Fenton still feels trapped within it.

In the feeling... in the hatred....

He still sees them, even as he takes off his tie and uses it to assist with applying pressure. If he only had his collapsable first aid kit on him, but that project is still in the theoretical stage thanks to him getting sidetracks by others. If he had finished it, he could tend to Huey’s wounds himself.  ❝  Of course, I wish you hadn’t have done this. I’m grateful! Immensely proud- but you still shouldn’t have done that. People need you, Huey. More than you may realize. You’re too important to risk yourself like this...  ❞  Free hand contacts the ambulance with ease— after Fenton discards his first instinct of carrying Huey there himself. He’s too fragile to move and it’d take too long. Maybe if he had the suit, but it’s down for repairs. If he hadn’t have damaged it, he could have Huey at the hospital already.  ❝  You’re the smartest person I know, for one thing. But you’re far more than mere intelligence. Intelligence is easier to come by than courage or kindness or heh- patience... I know it can be hard with that last one, especially spending so much time around the lab.  ❞

❝  I know you consider me a hero- but truthfully, you’re my hero.  ❞  Where is that ambulance?  ❝  I wouldn’t have accomplished nearly what I have without your assistance. Without your belief in me... You’re a remarkable kid and you’re going to grow to live a remarkable life. Because it’ll be YOURS.  ❞  Hurry up... the tie is soaked... his hands feel so warm... so slick... Huey feels cold though.... Gaze worriedly looks around, Fenton swallowing thickly as he weakly says,  ❝  I know it hurts now, but it won’t forever... I promise. Alright, Huey?  ❞  

❝  .... Huey?  ❞  

 ❝  Huey, I need you to answer me, please.  ❞  

 ❝  Huey, please... Huey. Huey. TALK TO ME.  ❞  

❝  HUEY!  ❞  

❝  ......... I’m- I’m sorry for yelling.... I’m- ..... I’m sorry, Huey.....  ❞  

❝  I’m so sorry.  ❞  { ☆ }

[livesforgttna]

               " Um, excuse me? " Huey looks up from where he's standing, a few sheets of paper held between his hands as he waits for any indication of this being the correct location. " I'm looking for Ms. Heron? My name is Huey Duck. I'm here for the internship? " / @dollhousemuses​ | unprompted.

            She was waiting patiently  for  the  duckling  to  arrive.  This  plan  was  brilliant  &&  would  most  definitely  pay  off  in  the  long  run.  When  he  finally  arrived  she  stood,  smiling  at  Huey. 

                                  ❛  Well, hello Huey Duck. I am Ms. Heron && shall be overseeing your work in this program. Now, this is simply a probation period. In order to qualify for the full internship, we will be monitoring your progress. Now, if you’ll follow me, I’ll show you what exactly it is that you will be doing here.  ❜

[tunnagana]

📜 fluffy huey and other huey | incorrect quoting | @dollhousemuses

Huey: What is your biggest weakness?

Fluffy Huey: I can be uncooperative.

Huey: Okay, can you give me an example?

Fluffy Huey: No.

[babyboydbaby]

dollhousemuses asked:

One second Huey is smiling at Boyd, and the next moment a knife is slipped into Huey's hand and just as quickly it's between the small opening where Boyd's chest panel closed. " You know, I wasn't sure if this would be effective, what with you being fake and all that, but you do have some very delicate parts, don't you? "

It was so quick, and sparks of electricity shot through his system as everything started to short out and malfunction. The lights in his eyes began to flicker rapidly as he looked to his...’friend’.

“H-Huey?” he choked out, tone full of confusion, concern, heartbreak. 

[mallhit]

     ❛     stop sayin’ that you’re fine. you’re not fine.     ❜

     sternness did not become wakko easily. laughter was always the best medicine after all and he was good at being goofy. but huey had been like this for days; closed off, quiet, restraint. it was getting to the point where the pup just couldn’t take it anymore, not out of annoyance with huey but out of frustration for the situation the poor duckling had been put in. 

    ❛     you’re upset. yer upset because she hurt you. she was supposed ta’ be your mum and she just left you ! an’ that’s not your fault. other people hurting you ‘sn’t your fault.     ❜

     perhaps he was going a bit too far, being a bit too intense. what if huey turned around and got mad at him ? honestly ? he didn’t care. 

     good. let the other get mad at him. let him yell or swear or even hit him. he didn’t care what huey did, so long as he meant it so long as he wasn’t holding back anymore. as long as it made huey feel better, that was all that mattered. there was a rage inside of the other and wakko knew it would only eat away at him until he let it out. he was     not     about to let that happen to his friend. 

    ❛     so stop lyin’ to me and get angry !     ❜

@dollhousemuses​. random starter.

[tcthinecwnself-a]

@dollhousemuses​​ replied: Huey vc: Im sorry, but what part of a house boat makes you think we have room for you?

“I’ll sleep on your couch. You guys have camping supplies. Give me a sleeping bag and a floor and I’m all set.”

[geniusinventora]

My muse has been reverted to a child. Send “What did you do?” For my muse to still have their adult memories, or send “You can trust me, I’ll help you” for my muse to having lost their adult memories. // @dollhousemuses​​

   ―               Saying   that   this   was   planned   would   be   absolutely   a   lie.   Inventor   looked   down   at   himself,   and   took   a   moment   to   assess   just   how   close   he   was   to   the   floor.   There   were   choice   words   he   wanted   to   say,   but   instead   he   was   interrupted   by   Huey   walking   in,   asking   what   he   did.   Anger   boiled   up,   and   the   12   year   old   scientist   glared   at   him.

                  ❝   Apparently,   made   a   mistake   when   calculating   modifications   for   the   time   tub.   ❜

               Confusion   shot   through   his   own   face   as   he   heard   the   sound   of   his   voice.   It   was   higher   pitch   than   he   remembered,   and   frankly   higher   pitched   than   he   liked.   Climbing   up   on   the   workbench   so   he   could   see   the   plans,   he   looked   down   at   the   red   nephew   with   what   height   difference   he   was   used   to.   Despite   how   much   smaller   he   was   now-   not   much   had   changed   physically   wise.   It   just   looked   like   someone   unstretched   the   adult   him,   but   his   glasses   made   his   face   look   far   too   small,   and   extremely   childish.   He   just   had   to   count   whatever   blessings   there   were   he   wasn't   acting   like   how   he   did   at   this   age.

                  ❝      I   hate   this.   What   did   you   come   in   here   for,   anyways?   Boyd's   out   working   on   some   woodchuck   badge.❜            

[warraigoe-a]

      there was NOTHING della VALUED MORE than the approval of her family -- ESPECIALLY her sons. she had spent so LONG without them, that she just thought made she could SPEEDRUN on eleven years of absence... but it had became CLEAR that it wasn’t working... and now it was time to face the music.

      why did she even go to the stupid moon.

      ❝ i know my words mean nothing to you, but i... i owe you and your brothers a lot. ❞ TOO MUCH. the weight on her shoulders carried SO MUCH. would huey even accept this ? she really doubted it -- but all she could do is TRY. getting to the moon was HARD, but she did it.. and LIVED. so why was having this conversation SCARING HER SO MUCH ?  ❝ i’m not expecting your forgiveness, but i owe you an explanation. ❞ / @dollhousemuses​

     ❝ i-i know it was stupid of me to leave.. i just -- I DON’T KNOW. i was young and SCARED. i don’t regret laying you boys, but there was a part of me that was FRIGHTENED on the idea of becoming a mother.. and a single one at that.  ❞ maybe she saw the moon as SOMEWHAT of a chance to escape. but despite that, her intention WASN’T to abandon the family. maybe she just wanted one last victory in her ADVENTURE BOOK before it was all just... pta meetings and field trip chaperoning.

    ❝ -- a-and it wasn’t even SUPPOSED to be an adventure. just a quick trip... i wanted to be home before anyone even knew i was gone.  ❞ though it would be hard to hide the fact that a whole rocket was MISSING... but della didn’t really think about that.

   ❝ A SIMPLE TEST RUN... that’s all it supposed to be. i got IMPATIENT.  ❞  she remembers scrooge GUIDING her to safety and the emotions she went through it. she remembers thinking about donald and especially the eggs. as soon as she got her prosthetic to work without constantly shocking her, she worked ENDLESSLY to get the spear back to functioning order again. the whole thing was such an IMPULSE DECISION -- how STUPID of her to think that it would be anything but easy.

  ❝ i thought about you boys EVERY DAY. there wasn’t a moment i wasn’t talking about you. i-i guess i just SHAPED how you boys would be because i wasn’t there to see how you SHAPED OUT TO BE... and since i just had my own perception of you, i guess i still can’t tell the difference between what’s you and what’s my own version on you.  ❞ she remembers when they played legend of legend quest... she remembers talking to louie after the time travelling incident. she felt so.. bad. it was unfair to set such expectations. ❝ but i see that i was completely wrong. i’m... sorry, huey. for pushing you too far.  ❞ she looks outwards, sighing, ❝ -- and i’m sorry for louie, too. i owe him so much.  ❞

      ❝ i can’t make up for my absence -- i will never make a mistake like that ever again. when i was up there, all i could think about was YOU. i wanted to come back and be alive for YOU.  ❞ she remembers the MANY RECORDINGS of messages she had for them... giving them advice, recounting her own memories to the camera -- and talking about how much she loved them. she’s spent MANY HOURS of her days crying about her mistake.

 ❝ i’m not expecting you to forgive me -- but i do hope you can share more about yourself to me. i don’t want to NOT be apart of your life... but if you want me to back off, then i will respect your decision.  ❞ hands fiddle in front of her. she’s been trying so hard not cry in front huey... IT’S SO HARD TO KEEP HER COMPOSURE. ❝ i have MANY REGRETS, but you were NEVER one -- i just want you to remember that.  ❞

[krillconoisseur]

@dollhousemuses //; Couldn’t decide between these two so here’s both of ‘em!!

[grcgoryhorror]

》〉 @dollhousemuses​

―               Oh   dear,   that   was...   well   it   was   a   new   guest.   He   gave   a   soft   sigh   as   his   fingers   drummed   on   the   desk.   He   wasn’t   all   that   unfamiliar   with   the   situation   that   the   other   was   dealing   with-   the   more   time   here   the   more   Gregory   would   learn   after   all.   However,   it   was   still   a   child.   To   want   to   escape   reality   so   young,   it   was   surely   a   sad   sight   to   see.   One   that   he   wasn’t   unfamiliar   with,   however.

               He   looked   up   as   the   boy   came   though   the   front   door,   placing   the   guest   log   book   over   the   magazine   that   he   had   been   reading   before   he   zoned   out.   Giving   a   friendly   smile,   he   allowed   the   look   of   concern   to   cross   his   face   as   no   one   followed   him.

               ❝   My   boy,   are   you   checking   in   alone?   ❜

[tunnagan]

“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.” 

@dollhousemuses​

“I believe you, Louie, I just worry. I don’t want to push you into doing anything you don’t want to, but I don’t want you to miss out on anything either.”

Huey takes a moment before he says anything else. There are suggestions on how Louie could have more energy - diet changes, exercise, all the things he’s learned from the Guidebook and the Woodchucks about healthy living - but that’s not what his brother needs. He has to fight the itch to take charge of the situation immediately. It’s hard. But Louie doesn’t need to be fixed or helped without him asking for it. Sometimes, Huey’s learned, his brothers just need him to listen.

“Maybe we can take some time and just enjoy having some days in? No adventures?”

[tunnagana]

@dollhousemuses​ said: Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No! It's Dewey! Coming in hot to snatch Huey's hat right off of his head!

“Dewey get back here!” So Dewford Dingus Duck had chosen death this day. What a shame. The older triplet immediately takes off after his brother, ready to full body tackle the blue clad triplet to reclaim his prize.

[babyboydbaby]

dollhousemuses said to babyboydbaby:

Dear bestfriend, <3

Anonymous said to babyboydbaby:

Dear person I had a crush on,

(Combining both because you know ;) )

Dear Huey,

There’s so much I could say about you, that I don’t even think it could all fit in a letter!!!! Not even if I typed it!!!! You are one of my most favorite people in the world, and not just because of everything you’ve done for me. You’re so smart and passionate and amazing at everything you do!!!!!!! It makes me sad when you doubt yourself, because how could anyone as incredible as you NOT feel...well, incredible about themselves all the time!!!!!

And of course, there is everything you’ve done for me. You believed in me when no one else did. You saw me for who I was and fought for me, you saved me life...

There’s so many things I could say. But I guess the easiest way to say it is that I love you. I love you so much and can’t imagine what my life would be like without you in it.

I might maybe even love you as more than just a friend. But even if you don’t feel the same way, that’s totally okay!!! Just having you as someone in my life is more than enough for me! You’re my best friend in the whole world, no matter what, and I hope that we never grow apart.

Your best friend in the whole world,

Boyd Drake, a Definitely Real Boy.