I knew it
GUYS???? THIS ISNT ON FANDOM WIKI THIS IS THE REAL WIKIPEDIA PAGE FOR PANCHITO
I started writing fan fiction, where I plan several chapters, and only now realized how scary it really is and what a really expensive treasure I have in my hands... One wrong move from me and everything will be terrible... I hope I won't disappoint anyone.
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
Carrying the princess to the throne
Two types of my favorite bird×cat trails:
TaiShen: Both are traumatized, not loved by their parents; they overcome their complexes and boundaries for each other; they are so cute and comfortable that it is hard to believe that they committed the most terrible crimes.
DonPete: Both are traumatized because of their relatives and do not know if they are loved or not; don't give a shit about complexes and feel incredibly free with each other; at the same time two chaotic trouble makers and two calm ones; the language of love: words, physical touches, food, music, just spending time with each other; everyone hates their couple But they don 't care
Pete: *Super cool passes through the security system of the McDuck mansion*
Phantom Blot: *evil laugh* Yes, Pete! Keep up the good work and I'll finally be able to get my hands on this damn artifact!
Pete: *stops right in front of the front door*
Phantom Blot: HAHAHA! Wait, what are you doing?
Pete: *takes out a bouquet from under his jacket*
Phantom Blot: Wait, no.
Pete: *sprays himself with perfume*
Phantom Blot: No, stop.
Pete: *licked his palm and smoothed his hair*
Phantom Blot: Pete, no.
Pete: *wipes his hand on his pants and puts mint in his mouth*
Phantom Blot: I'm serious, Pete.
Pete: *presses the doorbell*
Phantom Blot: Oh Gods, I beg you...
Donald opens the door: Hello?
Pete with a big smile and the most seductive smile he's capable of: *hands the bouquet to Donald* Hey~
Phantom Blot: PETE, YOU WET CAT, F-
What about everyone's favorite cat Pete?
P.s.: I hope you have fun in Halloween 💕🦆💙
Ohhhhh, @polina-me, that's such a cute costume you're wearing! Here don't forget to have some candy.
Pete woke up unexpectedly and uncomfortably early. But more frustratingly, he woke up from a nightmare.
He was breathing heavily, staring into space, while drops of sweat and rare tears flowed down his face and dripped from the selection. The screams from his dream could still be heard in his ears.
*— Peter!*
*— Everything will be okay!*
*— Go without me!*
*— I know, you can do it!*
*— I love you!*
Pete took a shaky breath, feeling a storm of goosebumps that ran down his back. Both then and now, these words had and will have their own special effect.
He rubbed his hand wearily over his face and looked at the other side of the bed.
— Thanks, God... — he muttered when he saw the one who had said all these words to him. Donald Duck.
Donald was sleeping peacefully, muttering softly in his sleep. It was so rare to see him in such a peaceful state that it was almost impossible.
Pete sighed and got back into bed, pulling his lover closer, nuzzling into the curve of his neck, inhaling the scent of duck. The scent of mango and kiwi filled his lungs as a thought flashed through his mind.
"He never liked pungent smells.." — no matter how expensive the perfume or the person who gave it to him, Donald will still throw away the bottle of cologne if it is too harsh. Instead, he will buy some kind of "feminine" or light perfume with the smell of fruits or berries.
Pete always liked to tease the sea duck about this, although subconsciously he always calmed down by inhaling exactly what Donald chose.
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— You know, if you need to talk about your nightmares, then just say it. — Donald calmly applied his makeup without looking up from the mirror.
Today, as luck would have it, I received a letter from the boss with a new task. They would have refused, but the amount for the fulfillment was too tempting to refuse.
Pete shook his head, tightening his tie.
— I'll be fine. — He felt his partner's gaze as Donald looked at him through the mirror. — I just... — sighed nervously, choosing which jewelry with a transformation stone to take — I'll tell you when we get back... Ok?
Donald rolled his eyes as he combed his wig.
— I took you at your word. — he answered rather sternly as he put on and adjusted his wig.
The final touch, without which Donald did not consider his image complete: a couple of puffs of perfume.
After taking a second glance at the mirror to admire himself, he finally headed for the exit.
Pete was already waiting for him at the door, but before they left, he stopped the duck by putting his hand on his shoulder.
Donald raised one eyebrow, but did not have time to say anything, as his partner suddenly buried his nose in his wig, inhaling the scent of perfume. He stared at Pete in surprise as the cat's face slowly turned red.
— Oh.. My~ — Donald giggled and took the cat's hand, lifting his glove a little. — I love you too. — He kissed the back of Pete's hand and returned the glove to its original position.
Without further ado, they laced their fingers and walked confidently to the street, where a car was waiting for them, ready to send them on a mission.
Chloe: What should I do? What should I do?! If I don't bullying, how will I be remembered? Like a simple mayor's daughter! Everyone will be remembered, but not me! Alya is bright and determined; Nino is calm and understands music; Marinette is sweet and kind. And Adrian! He is wonderful and amazing! He will be remembered as a wonderful man, not as the son of an Agreste! But what should I do? I'm too dumb and lazy for lessons, clumsy at sports! The only way to be remembered is to mock others! So that everyone remembers me! Me! Chloe! Not the mayor's daughter!