This Damn Halloween And A Lovely Seamstress
This damn Halloween and a lovely seamstress
— Pointless and annoying. — Scrooge stated it bluntly.
He was driving to work in his limo, arms crossed over his chest and looking out the window with disdain.
— Sir, please.. — Quackmore sighed with tired exasperation.
— Just another way to make money for me, I don't see any reason to enjoy this day anymore.. night.. bah! — Scrooge threw up his hands and at that moment they arrived at bin.
Quackmore rolled his eyes up at them as they climbed. He didn't understand why he didn't like this holiday?
He hoped that at least Donald could improve his uncle's mood.
— Hi, unca Scrooge! — But his hopes were dashed when he saw Donald hanging a black garland with pumpkins on the walls.
"Well, what else should I have expected?" — Quackmore knew that Donald was a family man and it was foolish to assume that he would miss such a holiday. So he turned around and went to do his business outside the office, where there might be a fight.
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— Don't you want to celebrate Halloween too, Uncle Scrooge? — there was a woman's scream and a loud crunch on the TV.
— Too? — Scrooge put his hand on the arm of the sofa and propped his head on it and looked at the boys sitting on the floor with an eyebrow raised.
— Yeah, we don't want to celebrate it either. — Dewey lay with his head on his crossed arms.
— Yeah, that's childish. — Huey leaned on the sofa.
— And we are not children — Louie was sitting on a pillow.
Scrooge chuckled to himself.
— What a good reason. — he looked up at the TV again. — Did you find that photo?
— YES!!! — all the triplets jumped up and one of the boys took out 'that photo'.
It was their first Halloween as a real family.
There were the newly hatched boys on it, Donald and himself.
Donald was dressed like a queen bee. The black and yellow dress, like an inverted flower bud, sat perfectly on him and created a truly royal look. And the same black and yellow makeup made him look more like a princess. And as an addition, Donald wore a homemade crown and black shoes.
They held the triplets in their arms in turn.
Donald held Louie, in a comfortable caterpillar suit, in his right hand. Huey, in a bee costume, was holding Scrooge himself in his left hand. And Dewey, in a butterfly costume, was sitting on both of his uncles' arms.
And Scrooge...
(Scrooge frowned in embarrassment when he saw himself)
Scrooge was dressed in a green suit, with a floral headband on his head and his sideburns were tied with the same floral elastic bands.
In principle, this photo would never have existed if Ludwig had not then come with Matilda to see the boys.
Matilda laughed non-stop, even when she calmed down, she continued to giggle. Ludwig's reaction didn't help; he was touched by them and said they were the cutest flower garden he had ever seen.
— Have you even seen this photo, Unca Scrooge? — Dewey turned the photo toward him and glared at it with disgust on his face.
— I hate this. — Louie crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue.
— Who sewed our costumes at all? They're disgusting! — As soon as Huey finished speaking, something broke and all four of them turned their heads in the direction of the sound.
It was a bowl, which now lay in fragments on the floor along with sweets.
But the one who broke it.. There was Donald.
He stood motionless, in the position when he held the bowl. His eyes were wide open and was on the verge of tears.
— Terrible?... — his voice was low because of a whisper and watery because of unshed tears.
Scrooge jumped up from the sofa and walked over to him, stepping over the shards.
— Donny, nephew! You're just in time, we found our old photo by the way! — he pulled Donald by the shoulders and showed him the photo. — Aren't we cute, mm?
— But... But the boys.. — Donald looked at his children again. They only lowered their heads in shame when they noticed their uncle's tears.
— They were joking! Yes, boys? — Scrooge hugged his nephew again.
— Of course! — the children immediately ran up to them, avoiding the shards. — We're just kidding!
— Y.. Yes?.. — they nodded their heads furiously — And you.. Don't you think I'm a bad seamstress?
— Of course not! — Scrooge intervened again. — You're a great seamstress, man! To be honest, this Halloween I wanted you to sew us costumes again!
— Really? — his voice gained hope.
— Yeah!
Donald 's face brightened.
He quickly wiped his eyes with his sleeve and looked at his uncle again.
— Well, you're in luck. — Scrooge and the boys looked at him questioningly. — I have something for you in the attic.
— ?
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— You look good, cousin. — Gladstone in a sorcerer's costume, praised Fethry.
— Hehe, I know! — Fetri was giggling and waving his vampire cloak.
— Have you boys seen Scrooge, Donald and the kids? I thought they were going to collect sweets with us. — Grandma Duck in a stuffed suit, came out with a basket for sweets. She came because she couldn't convince Gus to go with them.
— I think soon. — As soon as Gladstone finished, they heard someone coming. — See?
— Hey, are you all ready for a night of "Trick or treat"? — It was Donald's voice.
— Of course, we are! — grandma turned in his direction, but suddenly her eyes widened in surprise. She covered her beak with her hand to stifle laughter.
The cutest she'd ever seen was their first Halloween.
They were wearing the same theme again!
The boys came forward, embarrassed.
Dewey in a mermaid costume awkwardly washed his hand. His skirt was blue, which was decorated with red and yellow beads, especially a lot of it was on the hem. A T-shirt of a delicate sea-green color with drawings of shells. And cute makeup, with purple shadows and a light blue blush.
Louie stood in the middle of his brothers, his hands just as awkwardly hidden behind his back in his mermaid costume. He also had a floor-length skirt, but already green in color and the beads were pink and purple. T-shirt of soft turquoise color and with a pattern of starfish. And also light makeup with pink shadows and a light green blush.
And Huey, in a pirate costume, looked more confident than his brothers, but still awkward. He was wearing a black and white striped T-shirt with a burgundy sweatshirt on it and brown and red shorts. On one of his legs was a long brown knee-length sock with patterned lines to show that it was a wooden leg and a red and maroon bandana with white patterns. And like a true pirate, Huey held a sword.
Behind, but not too far away, were Donald and Scrooge. The last one, who was also dressed as a pirate!
Scrooge was wearing a white and black T-shirt and a deep red long jacket, brick-colored pants. On his head was a black pirate hat with a white skull and feather, and a black patch over one eye. However, he didn't have a sword or an ordinary cane, he was holding a candy basket.
So he held Donald's hand.
Donald himself was in a chest suit, although, without all the context, his costume looked more like a princess or something like that.
He was wearing a short brown dress, with the same short sleeves, while the rest was golden, or more precisely yellow, in color. The golden part of the skirt was also floor-length, but decorated with white, red, green and blue beads. The golden part of the sleeves was covered with glitter. And makeup with golden shadows and arrows on the eyes.
— You look... great together — Elvira could not hide her smile of emotion.
— Thank you, I tried! — Donald smiled proudly.
— Oh, yeah? — Gladstone decided not to say the joke that came into his head.
— You're all so cute! All the candies will be yours! — Fethry was still waving his cloak.
— Aww, thanks.
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— Trick or treat! — the children crowded around the door and pulled out their candy bags.
— What wonderful costumes! Keep your treats, darlings! — an elderly woman took sweets from a bowl and poured each child.
— Thanks! Happy Halloween! — the children fled to their parents and to other homes.
— Unca Donald, look! — Donald turned around and slightly bent down to the boys running up to him.
They all showed and showed off their sweets again.
— You'll run up to me after every house, won't you? — After the praise, he asked this question with a smile.
— Yes! — in response, the boys mockingly showed him their tongues.
Although it was awkward for them to walk like this at first, after a couple of houses they immediately got used to their costumes and calmly ran and had fun.
Donald had to hold Scrooge's hand because his cane didn't fit the suit (which was nonsense, the cane fit the suit), but he didn't complain much.
— After all, your suit suits you. — suddenly Scrooge said and Donald took a look away from the children.
— What?
— He suits you. Your suit. — he spoke calmly while eating his candy.
— Why did you say that all of a sudden? — A smile and a slight blush played on Donald's beak.
— Well.. — Scrooge hesitated a little. — You also make us happy. — he looked at his nephew and smiled. — And you're just as handsome.
Donald giggled.
— You want to go get some more candy, don't you? — Scrooge twitched.
— Yes, but! — he indignantly at the words — I'm trying to be nice, damn it! — he was outraged by this accusation, albeit true.
This time Donald laughed.
— Yeah, yeah.. — he wiped away a tear from laughing and leaned over to his uncle — Thank you.. — and kissed him on the cheek.
Scrooge froze for a moment, but still smiled.
— Happy Halloween, nephew.
— Happy Halloween, unckie.
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Happy Halloween!
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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.
All I want for Christmas is you.
A little fluff for the New Year, don't blame me.
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A discreet knock on the door woke Donald up. He groaned softly and rubbed his eyes.
The clock on his phone said it was midnight. Who needs what at a time like this? Or was it just his imagination?
Another knock on the door refuted his thoughts.
— Yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming... — Donald grunted and carefully climbed down from his hammock, buttoning the top buttons on his nightgown.
He opened the door of his room and his eyes widened, gradually waking up from sleep.
— Uncle Scrooge? — It wasn't that it was unexpected to see an old duck here, it was more than surprising. The miser practically did not appear on the boat, only to invite the sailor to dinner or an adventure or to remind him that he had to pay rent.
— Hey... Good night, lad... — Scrooge greeted awkwardly, smiling sheepishly.
Donald just stared at his uncle for a while, until he crossed his arms and leaned against the door edge, suppressing a smile. It is even more possible to see Scrooge indecisive.
— What happened, uncle Scrooge? Do you need help with... — He twirled his hand in the air, choosing his words. — something?
Scrooge cleared his throat and Donald noticed for the first time that old duck was holding a pillow and a blanket in one hand.
— Tell me, lad... Aren't you cold by any chance? — He asked carefully, clearly wanting to hint at something. Unfortunately for him, Donald prefers direct words rather than hints.
— Nah, I'm fine. I was even able to fix the "insides" of the boat, so I even get hot sometimes. — He replied casually, stubbornly ignoring his uncle's hints.
Scrooge frowned slightly and smiled wryly.
— Oh, yeah? — Scrooge grinned awkwardly as he adjusted the collar of his nightgown, since it was really warm in the houseboat, that the old duck was also a little hot in his Victorian nightgown. — Then... Aren't you scared? It's so dark in here, you know?
The answer was a slight blush on Donald's cheeks and his movement to the side, showing a small night light on the table in the sailor's room.
Scrooge hesitated even more and he asked almost stammering.
— And you're not lonely? Yes, you are nearby, but not in the same room... — He fell silent when he saw photos of all the family members on the wall of the room.
Scrooge's beak was opening and closing, trying to think of something to say, and Donald interrupted him with his laughter.
— All right, all right! — The sailor took a breath to calm down and looked at his uncle with a cheerful smile with a hint of impudence. — Uncle Scrooge, even when I was a kid, I knew when you were lying so obviously. — He rolled his eyes and snorted, twirling his hand in the air. — Just tell what you want, I want to sleep.
Scrooge's face suddenly turned very red and the old duck looked away, trying not to look not only into the eyes, but at Donald in general.
He muttered something, but Don did not hear anything.
— What you say?
Muttering again.
— I don't hear, uncle Scrooge.
Muttering.
— Wha-
— CAN I SLEEP WITH YOU?! — Scrooge, tired of hinting at something, screamed sharply, startling his nephew, who jumped in fright and hit his head on the doorjamb.
Donald hissed painfully, rubbing his bruised head.
— You... Want to sleep with me? — What Donald experienced can be called a shock. Uncle Scrooge? Scrooge McDuck? Wants to sleep with him? Normally, it should be the other way around (to Donald's embarrassment).
Scrooge nodded hesitantly and coughed into his fist.
— I... I've been having nightmares lately.. — Scrooge felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him again, realizing that his words sounded like an excuse, when in fact it was true.
Donald stared at his uncle in shock for a few seconds before mentally slapping himself to recover. He grunted and stepped aside to let Scrooge pass.
— Well, I hope you'll be comfortable in the hammock and your back will be fine in the morning. — Scrooge rolled his eyes at another mention of his age, though a faint smile appeared on his beak.
— I'll be fine, don't worry about my back, thanks. — he grumbled, laying a pillow on the hammock and giving Donald a stern parental look.
Donald chuckled contentedly, amused by his uncle's grouchiness, but was interrupted by his own yawn from the next comment. The sailor snorted, realizing that the desire to sleep was stronger than the desire to make fun of Scrooge, and lay down in the hammock, settling himself comfortably.
Scrooge also snorted, but this time out of irritation, when Don lay down so calmly on his pillow, but decided not to arise for the sake of the safety of their sleep and just lay down on his nephew, covering them both with a blanket.
A minute later, the two ducks fell asleep, hugging each other. The warmth of each other and the gentle rocking of the hammock comforted them better than they expected.
I sometimes wish there was a fanfic of The Three Caballeros High School Au. What do you think?
I admit, a couple of times I noticed fanfiction on this AU, but I don't think they are good enough -^-'
That's is, there was nothing hook (at lesst me)
In High School Au, I would interact with all characters (at least, everyone I know), because this is AU, and not sketch from lpast of Three Caballeros
But right now we're talking about the Caballeros themselves, so we'll leave the rest for later. Maybe I'll describe other characters as well? ;)
Donald:
Our usual and beloved boy, only shaggy and plaid shirt. Only he hides all tenderness from the world and shows it only with animals or his uncle ;)
Grades below average.
Jose:
Patient, charismatic, a favorite of all teachers and ladies, yes, he is most attractive parrot heartthrob (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)
Transferred from Brazil with an older sister and two younger brothers
The highest marks for the most beautiful eyes! ♡
Panchito:
A very loud guy, but but very cute and sexy ( ͡° ͜ ͡°)
His teachers tolerate him, but his peer ADORE him
Made friends with Jose in Mexico, became best friends at a distance, and when they met secret lovers ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)
By some miracle, it is always possible to write off
How did they met?
It's just that Jose and Panchito immediately attracted everyone's attention, and Donald was bullied even more
So, Don just started accusing them of increasing his already shitty life (despite the fact that he caught crush on them)
Panchi and Ze don't understand why this so cute duckling is so cruel to them?
But, unfortunately for Donald, everything ends, and for him also embarrassing ;)
At the point, while Donald is mocking two Latin American birds, a Fethry comes up to him and is like: "Why you bulling your bullying your crushes?"
Then angry cry, anger, rage and embarrassed. And also evil and happy Jo and Panch, who understand, it's time to act and take revenge.
Well, that's it, thanks for the question!
Tai Lung/Shen: I'M GOING TO LOVE YOU!!
Shen/Tai Lung: NO, I DON'T DESERVE IT!!
*Aggressive-cute hugs and kisses*
Yeah...
I love white evil bird
And WAT?!
#shen #lordshen #lord_shen #me #myoc #oc #hotbird #evilbird #hotevilbird
You: Hey, what have you got there?
Me, holding back the flow of my thoughts about Donald×Pete: Nothing.
1 panel: Ha.. Ha..
2 panel: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
3 panel: Oh my god..
4 panel: Ok, I'm sorry, let's try again
Me
Lord Shen laughs at Po's apparent incompetence.
Storyboard from Kung Fu Panda 2: The Animator's Corner. I love the way JYN draws Lord Shen, who looks a looot fluffier than normal o.o
I read the comic thanks to one of the users on tumblr (I don't remember which one, I'm sorry)
My English and memory are bad, but I remember that Della flew into space on a spaceship and disappeared on the radar for several years until Gyro picked up her signal so that Huey, Dewey and Louis could talk to her. The boys lied to her that they were her sons so that she wouldn't get upset that she was somewhere far away (because she thinks she's in space for about a few hours or days) and to stay with Donald.
You know I wonder what would happens the comics version of Della had a prosthetic leg and brown pants like her Ducktales 2017 counterpart besides that would be cool
Tai Lung: Hm...
Shen: *biblically accurate*
Kai: DON'T EVEN THINK TO FUCK HIM!!
Tai Lung: Still...
Kai: HE'S NOT EVEN CHINESE RELIGION!!
Tai Lung: No, I mean, I can.
Kai: TAI LUNG-!!
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