When Did Your Boyfriend's Uncle Start Supecting About Your Relationship:

Scrooge blushed a bit and frowned, clearly embarrassed by his overreaction. He nodded and looked towards the path to Dawson. “Ready to leave?” She stared at his profile and tried not to be amazed by the way the sunlight glowed around him every time he stood outside. “...yeah.”

The King of the Klondike in a different light ☀️

Second of three Klondike drawings for @lettheladylead's running in circles, this moment coming from chapter 7 and from Goldie's POV. More lighting fun in the sun because I got hooked on that line! XD (Seriously, I learned a lot with this one, so thank you for the inspiration!)

Tomorrow: more glowy action. That's all I'll say. 😏

Donald, in his outburst of anger, who beat all the criminals: *stands and breathes heavily, all red with anger**

Phantom Blot: Well, I didn't think that the anger of this duck would be scarier than a mouse... We need to leave quickly and... Pete?

Pete, with a big black eye: *lies and looks at Donald with eyes full of love, ignoring all the words of the Fantom Blot*

Pete: Ha... I hope he likes flowers...

Кто-нибудь заметил его голос??? Будто он сейчас заплачет??

Has anyone noticed his voice??? Like he's going to cry??

"How worthless you have to be for your own flesh and blood not- not to love you, even a little?"

I agree that this wouldn't have been a better take for the movie but I'm losing my MIND OVER THIS BEING A FULLY RENDERED SCENE???? AND HE LOOKS AND SOUNDS SO PAINED TOO

Hey there, it's me, the same person who sent the request of Anastasia. I meant to say caballeros, because my computer was acting up.😔

It's okay, I wanted to answer you anyway 😘

I want you to be okay.

For @diogxnxs

It always hurt.

My heart is racing.

My head hurts.

What's going on?

It's too loud.

I don't want to be here. I don't like being here.

Don't like. Don't like. Don't like. Don't like. Don't...

— Shhh.. — Jose purred softly, gently hugging Donald, while the duck clung to him as if he were the only salvation.. — Vai ficar tudo bem, meu amor. Estou aqui, estou por perto... — soft words of comfort came from the beak of the green parrot, hoping that the former sailor would hear them.

It always hurt. It always hurt to see Donal like... this.

Perhaps this is due to the fact that Jose's heart itself is soft, like buttercream, but at... such moments... it seemed that Donald's fear was so strong that it hurt him.

It was such a dumb, such a crazy idea... Of course, they are three Caballeros, birds of one feather, best friends and musicians! They hadn't seen each other for so long and missed each other so much!

Panchito and Jose just add emotion to their long-awaited meeting! Well... They really did it. Just not the way it needed to be..

...

...

...

Donald was sincerely waiting for this moment...

he received a letter about the arrival of his partners and was on guard all day to seize the moment and not be taken by surprise.

Of course, it was unpleasant to be constantly stressed.. No, it wasn't stress. It was that playful feeling of excitement, a pleasant anticipation of danger and adventure!

So it was from that very moment of meeting..

In one moment, it just got too loud, there were too many sounds!

It's too much... Too much... Too much...

...

...

...

— Meu amor, meu amor, oh, meu amor... — Jose hummed softly, stroking Donald's trembling back. — I'm so sorry, meu amor... — He leaned closer to the duck and began to place gentle kisses on its snow-white feathers, this time in order to calm down, not to tease. — Espero que nos perdoe quando acordar... Oh, meu amor, a luz em minha vida, meu tesouro das profundezas do oceano...

Jose continued his caresses, resembling a cat. But not the proud and lazy cat that the street has taught life to. This is a homeless, pathetic and worthless cat who does his best to cuddle, purr and meow, in an attempt full of hope to get attention and forgiveness..

As he continued his gentle displays of affection, he failed to notice how Donald slowly regained consciousness.

Donald was slowly coming back to reality. He blinked diligently as his now clear mind tried to remember what had happened.

— Jose?... — he asked in a hoarse voice when he realized what and who was doing to his skin.

The parrot stopped and quickly raised his eyes to the duck.

— Donal... — he whispered softly, then suddenly rushed forward, hugging Donald. — Oh, Donal! I'm so glad you're okay!

The former sailor grunted in surprise when his boyfriend, unexpectedly for him, squeezed him tightly in a vice. His body gradually relaxed as the parrot's warmth warmed him, and wrapped his arms around him in response.

— How did I get into the bedroom? — he pulled back slightly, looking around his room, his hands still on Jose.

— Panchito brought you here..

Donald frowned slightly at his boyfriend's strange tone. When he turned his head back to him, Jose attacked him again, bursting into tears and covering the duck's face and neck with kisses.

— Oh, Donal! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!! — he desperately begged for forgiveness between kisses. — Oh, meu pobre amante! Eu e o Chito somos tão culpados na sua frente! Perdoe-nos, oh, nossa alegria, nossa musa!

Donald did not immediately respond to Jose's plaintive pleas, as his mind had not fully recovered.

He let out a sigh that looked a little like a giggle, hugged the parrot back and, seizing the moment, kissed him on the lips.

— Jose.. — He gently but firmly attracted his boyfriend's attention, looking into his tear-stained eyes. — I'm okay now.

The parrot shuddered slightly as the duck's beak gently placed a kiss on his forehead.

— Meu amor, no more jokes or surprises with loud noises. I promise, no, I swear! — He snuggled up to Donald again, shaking his beak against his neck. — Juro por cada parte do meu corpo e alma! Juro pela minha família!

Donald half sighed and half giggled again, leaning back against the pillows.

— I'd like to hear it from Panchito.

Jose stopped his caresses and raised himself slightly on his hands, smiling awkwardly.

— Bem... You'll have to wait, Donal.. — The parrot's smile became even more awkward and he looked away when Donald raised one eyebrow. — Seu tio... He was too pissed off..

— Okay, I get it. — Don cut Se off, immediately understanding what he meant. — Does he even have insurance?

— Not in America. — Joe chuckled softly as he lay down next to his boyfriend.

Finally, the silence in the room became not tense and frightening, but peaceful and relaxing, while the two birds hugged each other.

And somewhere around this time, a Mexican rooster is running around the city from an mad old duck.

We can't help it if it's soft.

Fanfic for my birthday!

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Pete liked to look at Donald.

He remembered it from his childhood.

He liked watching the yellow duckling enthusiastically quacking something, showing how to assemble various incomprehensible shit from cubes or some kind of figures.

He liked watching the duckling in the sailor suit smile cheerfully while they both played with the boats.

He liked watching a teenage grunge duck practice guitar, and when nothing worked out, he threw it aside, taking out his notebook to write or draw something.

He liked watching his comrade and the soldier smile brightly, tenderly quacking such kind words that saved him in any terrible situation... Even when the cat lost his leg..

And, in secret... Pete liked listening to Donald.

Listen to his voice, hear his words.. It wasn't just pleasant. It was fucking amazing.

Pete liked to look at Donald. And he likes to look at Donald.

— Pete? — Just like now. — How do I look?

Pete broke away from his thoughts, stopped staring at one point, and looked at Donald.

Donald was standing in front of the mirror, getting into some poses, examining his naked reflection, and trying to figure out if this bra was suitable for him.

A pale orange bra with white stripes and a bow between her breasts was sitting, Pete was ready to give his other leg, it was just fucking perfect on Donald. Especially the way the lace clung to the duck's feathers in the light of that damn old apartment (which they rent as a headquarters to receive orders for espionage missions without the risk of someone else reading them).

— Well? Why are you silent? — Donald wanted to turn to Pete, but he was stopped by two big hands on his shoulders. And the answer to the question was a kiss on his neck.

— You're fucking gorgeous. — Pete whispered into the duck's feathers, licking the spot where he had previously left his kiss.

Pete likes, loves, adores looking at Donald. Listen and hear. Feel him.

He doesn't know if he ever loved him before or when it started.

He knew he loved Peg, but they got divorced. He knew that he loved Trudy, but they broke up.

But does Pete love Donald right now? Yes. More life.

But will this love last until the grave? Or will they break up again sometime and remain friends-enemies, as they were before?

Pete doesn't know and doesn't care.

Right now, the most important thing is that they sleep together, hugging each other. And knowing full well that tomorrow there will definitely be a new adventure, a new danger, and they will definitely be together.

Donald is like: Excuse me waht

I wish that there could be a Royal Au for The Three Caballeros

This is your time @zerotwo and @superwolfiestar !

Donald Duck: He lived half of his childhood on an ordinary christian farm, but then Scrooge took him along with Della

He spent the rest of his life in the palace studying royal life (manners, etiquette and so on)

At the age 26, Della was stollen. The kidnappers could not be traced (by the standards of the Middle Ages), but fortunately Della was pregnant and they had to stop for her to give birth

When Della gave birth, Scrooge's army surrounded Flintheart's army (yeah, he will be kidnapper, sor for the spoiler)

While everyone was busy fighting, Donald infiltrated the Della. He gave her his clothes to make her look like an ordinary commoner and helped her hide the eggs so they wouldn't get hurt. Don himself changed into Della's dress and pretended to be her so that she could escape to the palace

Bonus: As you understand — Hortense is a queen, and Quackmore is a commoner. Scrooge became king when they died. Matilda in the "heart of silence", she and Von Drake opened the "second capital" and it became the "capital of silence", "heart" is a second name that scientists prefer

Jose Carioca: The assassin is a robber, owns magic. Scrooge hired him to find Donald.

His family owned magic, but was killed by the townspeople.

Bonus: For those who want to see Zica and Zeca. They are trained in the secret temple by Ari.

Panchito Pistoles: Matador, part-time mariachi (maybe has a little magic)

He carries with him: his father's sword, grandfather's guitar, and his mother's sombrero (who sewed it herself)

He was hired by Della to save Donald

Now about the plot:

One day, princess Della Duck was kidnapped by the terrible Flintheart Glomgold, the king of thieves.

Her family was in despair, no one knew where she was, expect Flint himself

But he didn't know that Della was pregnant, so when she gave birth, they had stop

King uncle Scrooge took advantage of this and immediately attacked their hiding place. Only he didn't foresee one thing: how will Della be able to escape with the eggs?

But the answer found itself

During the battle, her twin brother Donald Duck climbed into Della's bedroom. He helped her escape

Donald dressed his sister in Christian clothes, hid the eggs and sent her to Grandma Duck's farm. They're safe now. Only Donald realized that if Flintholt saw Della missing, he would become angry and possibly kill someone from his family

So he put on Della's cute dress and prerended to be her

When Scrooge realised what Donald had done, he was already furious. But it was too late, Donald had taken too far

Then Scrooge decided to take desperate measures. And Della, too.

Scrooge called to court the most cunning of the most cunning, the most dexterous of the dexterous and the meanest of the mean — Jose Carioca

And Della called the brave of the brave, the loud of the loud, the sweet of the sweet and the kind of the kind — Panchito Gonzalez Morales

It will be an adventure of a thief and hero who will become more than allies. Friends? Amigos? Or more?

And will the princess boy open his heart or let the pain inside kill him further?

Chu ♡

All three adults are to blame for Selena's Spear.

Scrooge understood the risk that Della would find out about the spear and his relationship would deteriorate with Donald, but he did it anyway. Donald knew how tough it was not to know his own family, but he did it anyway. But Della didn't know that about the consequences and just hoped for the best.

I believe that Della had postpartum depression and she thought that after the children she would have no adventures and the pressure from Donald also played a role. Therefore, when she found out about the rocket, she grabbed onto it as the last thread of hope.

Scrooge and Della undermined Donald's trust (although they didn't want to) and Donald most likely scared them both by showing how far he was willing to go in his anger.

God, I want a fanfiction where the three of them spill out what was inside them and in the end ALL three of them say "I'm sorry" to each other

Scrooge: "I'm sorry, Donald, I should have listened to you", "I'm sorry, Della, I should have listened to you"

Donald: "I'm sorry, Della, for pushing you, I should have listened to you", "I'm sorry, Uncle Scrooge, I shouldn't have gone so far as not to let the boys should know about their family,"

Della: "I'm sorry, Uncle Scrooge, Donny. I needed to tell you how I felt and what was on my mind."