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therealjordan23 · 3 years

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What do you fell about Debbigail?

So, when the show first aired, I wasn’t crazy about it, I didn’t see ‘boy protagonist’ and ‘girl protagonist’, and went like:

Surprisingly enough, it wasn’t until S1E10, The Spear of Selene, where I first put Dewey and Webby together in a romantic light. For those of you who need a brief recap, Dewey and Webby are investigating Della’s disappearance, and purposely crash landed the plane in Greece, because of a note they found in a previous episode involving the name, “Selene”. Webby figured it was the goddess, so Dewey and Webby go on this crazy, thrilling adventure to find her. Throughout the episode, however, Dewey puts Della on a pedestal: he firmly believes that Della was a hero, who left for the sake of the family’s well being. But interestingly enough, Webby on the other hand, has been telling Dewey that there was still a very real possibility that Della might’ve left for a reason he might not like.

This conflict between the two ends up getting so bad, that it initiates a physical fight between the two. Outside of Selene’s garden, Dewey’s so hellbent on the fact that Della was a good person, he’s able to fend himself against Webby: you know, the girl who’s been trained by a secret agent her whole life?

And once Webby is finally able to subdue Dewey, and demand why he won’t let them find out the truth, this happened:

“What if my Mom was a bad person?”

Up until this point, I personally think the only things we know about Webby is that she can kick ass if she needs to, and that she’s obsessed with solving McDuck mysteries (don’t cancel me, @randomduckydoodles pls). And I mean obsessed. The fact that her friend, even though he has just physically scuffled with her, is telling her he doesn’t want to solve this mystery, she stops right there and then. She respected that.

This is where my ship for them started to blossom. This is where I was like, “Okay, they’re not just a boy/girl pairing anymore, now I can actually make something out of this.” Interestingly enough, this was also my mindset for Starco, the ship between Marco/Star in SVTFOE.

So yeah :)

#ducktales #jordan's jrafts #dewey duck #webby vanderquack #debbigail #the spear of selene #marco diaz #star butterfly #starco

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therealjordan23 · 3 years

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Lena liked a lot of things.

Magic, dark humor, sarcasm, hair products, and hair dye were just a few things off of the top of her head, but she also liked to think of herself as independent. Lena didn't need anybody, and she knew that she couldn't depend on anyone either. Her aunt had made that very clear. She knew she had Webby, and her friends, but there was always this voice nagging her in the back of her mind: sooner or later, they’ll leave you, so don’t get so attached.

But, there were times where she questioned that: like right now.

It was Webby's idea—Lena was spending the night at McDuck Manor, so the 17 year old, self appointed ‘sleepover host’, dared Lena to steal one of Louie’s many hoodies. Truthfully, Lena thought it was a stupid idea, but knowing how protective Louie was of his hoodies? She wasn’t going to back down. It was always fun to grind his gears.

She snapped back into reality.

In front of her was the triplets’ unoccupied bedroom: Huey and Dewey were waiting back in Webby’s room, but she knew Louie was at the Money Bin, learning and experiencing under Scrooge’s guidance. He had been really getting into those types of things lately, and Lena knew he was going to be one of Duckburg’s finest businessmen in a couple of years.

Her dark eyes searched the room, and she found one of Louie's discarded hoodies lying in a heap on the floor. Lena knew that she could’ve just opened the closet door, and pulled out a fresh hoodie, but she strangely felt drawn to the one on the ground. She knew that he had been wearing that exact hoodie before he had left for the Money Bin, and her legs subconsciously made their way towards it. She slowly bent down, plucking the green fabric between her fingers, and lifted it up.

The worn out fabric was soft, and comforting. She half expected it to smell rancid, considering it was lodged in a pile of dirty laundry, but it surprisingly didn’t—it smelled like… well Louie. It was almost ambrosial. And for some reason, that made it so much more comforting. Just holding it in her hands made her feel safe, and she realized that’s how she felt around him too. She grew alarmed: why did she feel this way?! She and Louie were the closest in their friend group, and that was it! Nothing more, and nothing less—

She was in the hoodie.

Lena didn’t know how, or even when, but the hoodie had draped its way onto her body. She silently wondered if Duckworth was messing with her, but then remembered that he was on yet another vacation. She stood there: she didn’t want to contemplate everything, so instead, she decided to focus on the new garment on her body. The fabric was thick enough to keep her warm, but not enough to feel suffocated, and she liked that. It was about 2 sizes bigger than her, which irked her, because it was yet another reminder that Louie was finally taller than her. His scent filled her nostrils, and Lena shuddered at the intense, almost high it gave her. She recoiled at her reaction: was she seriously getting a buzz off of wearing his hoodie?!

Panic filled her being, and she struggled to take the damn thing off. She turned around, only to find a pair of intense, dreamy dark eyes staring back at her: they looked a bit weary and tired, but amused nonetheless. Louie leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, as he took in the sight of his best friend panicking.

Oh God…

“Is that my hoodie?”

Those four simple words lingered in the air. He didn’t sound angry or confused at all, and she desperately wanted to punch that cheekiness right out of his tone.

“N-no?” she tried pathetically, but even she couldn’t lie out of this one.

The two stood there for a moment, before Louie burst out laughing. Lena couldn't help but join in, and the two friends snickered.

"If you were cold," he whispered. "I would've happily given you my hoodie. There's no need for a heist." he smiled warmly, crossing the room to meet her.

She lightly punched his arm. "S-shut up, Louie." she laughed.

He gently set his hands on her shoulders. “You look good.” he commented, studying her figure.

Lena felt her cheeks grow warm. That intoxicating scent was back, and his time, it was radiating off of his lean body. Her mind grew fuzzy, and she struggled to produce an insult. “I-I, it was Webby’s idea.” she choked out.

He didn’t lose the smirk. “Mhm?”

She scowled. “Yes! So lose the grin, you dick!” she shot.

Louie chuckled. “There she is.”

Lena huffed, cheeks blazing bright red. She needed to get away from him, one more huff of his scent, and she was sure that her lips would be grazing his neck. As she turned to storm out, he caught her hand, and pulled her towards him.

“I think you’re forgetting something, DeSpell.” he murmured, pinching the hoodie’s fabric.

She scoffed. “You have like, a zillion more in your closet!”

He frowned, though it looked like he was fighting the urge to smile. “You want me to wear a clean hoodie, when my worn one is right there? Take it off.”

“Make me.” she deviously smirked.

Now it was his turn to become flustered, and his grip on Lena loosened. “H-huh?”

“You heard me,” she smirked. He stood there, stunned, and a grinning Lena took this as a signal to calmly exit the room.

Maybe there was room for one person in her life after all.

#ducktales #ducktales fanfiction #louie duck #lena sabrewing #lena de spell #louna #louie x lena #jordan's jrafts

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therealjordan23 · 3 years

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A small fic I wrote rewatching Challenge of the Senior Junior Woodchucks :) It gets dark, so reader’s discretion is advised

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He wasn't right.

Violet had been competing against the red triplet for about 2 hours now, and he was certainly losing his mind. She spotted him a couple of times talking to himself, often referring to the empty space beside him as "the junior woodchuck guidebook". She knew his head wasn't in the right space, and Violet knew that was a dangerous position, especially in a place where their lives were at stake.

She grunted as she climbed the cliff to get to the final obstacle that decided who was going to be the newest Senior Woodchuck.

"Are you coming or not?!" she heard his angry tone. After a brief silence, he continued his 'conversation'. "Fine! I don't need your help! I'm gonna be a Senior Woodchuck!" he claimed, subconsciously looking behind him…

Only to find that Violet had caught up to him.

His eyes widened, and Huey yelped. "Just go!" he shouted, running across an unstable bridge, that happened to be suspended over an active volcano.

Dammit Launchpad—why did he choose an active volcano of all places to compete for something as little as the title, “Senior Woodchuck”?

Violet’s heart clenched with anxiety as she watched him sprint across the broken bridge—once his foot hit one of the rather unstable supports, the wood split underneath his foot. Violet watched in horror as the bridge snapped in half, taking the red triplet down with it.

"HUBERT!" she shrieked, rushing to the now fallen bridge. She gasped with both relief and horror to find that his foot had been caught in some of the rope that supported the faulty bridge, and he hung at least two inches over the bubbling lava.

His eyes were wide. "HELP!"

"I'M COMING!"

She knew that she had to work fast: grabbing a few twigs from a nearby tree, she quickly assembled a makeshift hang glider. It wasn't perfect, but right now, she was focused on rescuing the red triplet from his impending doom. Violet didn't hesitate to leap off of the ledge and into the volcano, trying to get to the oldest triplet. The rope that held foot up was beginning to weaken and loosen due to the intense heat, and Huey's expression was more than terrified. He inched closer towards the lava, headfirst, and he instinctively used his arms to protect his head.

That's when he made contact with the lava.

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19 year old Violet’s eyes snapped open, and she sat up in bed, breathing hard.

Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she got up to make herself a soothing cup of chamomile tea. Violet's hands were trembling as she thought about the unpleasant flashback, remembering his screams and cries of agony, the lava scorching and burning his skin. Her shaking hands dropped the cup she was going to use for the tea, and it was enough to push her emotions over the edge.

Violet cursed, and began sobbing, stumbling towards the balcony, and sliding the door open so she could get some fresh air. Her choked sobs were loud and audible, so she muffled her mouth with her hand to shut herself up. Soon enough, there were two comforting hands on her waist, pulling her closer to them. She studied the arms intently; his toned forearms were still scarred and lumpy looking.

"Hey," he whispered, softly pressing a tender kiss against the back of her neck.

The contact made her shiver. He caressed her body, and she turned around to bury her face in his chest, breathing in the familiar scent.

"H-Hubert." she managed.

He gently kissed her forehead, and stroked her hair back. "I'm here, Vi. I'm here.” he reassured, knowing she had another flashback or nightmare back to the day he had gotten his burns.

Their families had always thought that the lava incident was bad for him, but Huey personally thought that it was worse for Violet. He always imagined it from her perspective: because of his stupidity, she had to swoop down into an active volcano, and save his life. As if suffering minor burns herself wasn’t bad enough, but on top of that, she had to see his arms getting burnt firsthand?

It was too much.

He always felt guilty.

"Stop," she said knowingly. "Stop blaming yourself."

He sighed. "If I had just followed rule 7-26," he murmured softly. "These wouldn't have happened." he whispered, referring to his scarred forearms. "If I had just listened—mmph!"

He was cut off by a tender kiss from his girlfriend, and he was quick to melt into it. Her hands gently traced the uneven patches of skin on his forearms.

"These? These marks? This is what I love about you." she whispered. "They're a reminder that things could've been worse that day. Your skin might not be perfect, but they are to me—it’s a reminder that you're here." she finished.

Huey smiled at that. “I love you, Vi.”

She tiptoed to reach his lips. “I love you too.”

They shared a small kiss.

#ducktales #huey duck #violet sabrewing #huelet #challenge of the senior junior woodchucks #huey x violet #not jordan #he's still in the hospital #this is a draft he wrote #a while ago #jordan's jrafts

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therealjordan23 · 3 years

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Jordan Update:

On a scale of 1 to 10, he’s a... 4? Not doing well, he spends his days usually unconscious and under observation. When he does wake up though, he types up what he can for One Thing Leads to Another, and that’s about it. Then he falls back asleep. He told you guys not to worry though, he’ll brave it out. =)

- Jess

#ducktales #ducktales fanfiction #ducktales one thing leads to another #one thing leads to another #jordan's jrafts

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therealjordan23 · 3 years

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If you could... Maybe some Louie and Violet bonding? Perhaps her begrudgingly helping him plan and go through with a scheme, or something along those lines? I need some platonic bonding between those two right now.

I actually do love their dynamic, I wish we got more of them. I guess that's what happens when you add way too many characters.

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“You’re insane,” Violet decided.

She had been left alone with the youngest triplet for about fourty minutes now, and already, the “Evil Triplet”, had planned a scheme. It wasn’t necessarily a big scheme, but enough to land them in hot water if they were get caught—and that was to find a way to make Louie’s Kids look real, considering Officer Cabrera was breathing down Louie’s neck.

“C’mon, Vi,” he smirked, and Violet easily saw how her sister was attracted to the youngest triplet—he had a rather charming aura. “This’ll be fun.”

She snorted. “If ‘fun’ is codeword for illegal, then yes.” she scolded, and Louie groaned.

“Violet, come on!” he protested. “We were amazing when we were geting the Sword—”

“That was years ago, Llewellyn!” She folded her arms. “We’re 19 now, and we can face serious consequences if we were to get caught.”

He groaned, partially at the mention of his full name, and partially at Violet’s defiance. “Vi, I just need a way for this ‘charity’ to look legit, and then I can get Fenton’s Mom out of my ass!”

She pulled a face. “Don’t ever word it like that again.”

He smirked. “So?” he pressed.

Violet thought about it: it was rather thrilling the first time she and Llewellyn conned people, even if it was F.O.W.L. While she loved Hubert, the youngest brother proved to be more of the daring brother, taking risks like no other. Not life threatening risks like Dewford, but shifty ones. Besides, in the criminal world, Llewellyn was, unfortunately, a respected figure, and it would be somewhat safe. Right?

She considered this. “Fine, I’m in.”

Louie grinned. “After you, Ms. Appolonia Sabrewing.”

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People have been asking me whether or not I ship these two, and I do, just platonically. No matter how hard I try, I can only ever see these two as best friends. Like, you’re telling me when Louie gets bullied in high school, Violet doesn’t pull up with her morning star??

#jordan's jrafts #ducktales #louie duck #violet sabrewing

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