Scrooge, Emotionally In The Bottom Of The Well After Della's Disappearance: I Lost The Girl Who Was Like

As I understand it, Scrooge agrees that Donald is sweet, right?

Ducktales 2017 Odin Eidolon in his golden battle armour, looking gorgeous as ever! 💛

I used the amazing and talented @marziafantasia94 's design of Odin in these drawings, but with my little headcanon of him having differently colored eyes.

In fact, I invented it myself, so there is nothing on this ship except my acc 😅

I have a lot of headcannons about them! For example, that they like to do origami on Sundays and love cooking, but in order not to get fat, they do sports, like jogging in the morning and the usual push-ups and squats in the evenings.

I may have invented this ship from scratch, but there's nothing I can do except just love these two!

Hey! I've seen your work with Pete a couple of times and I really liked it! (I mean, how can you not love this asshole?)

I wanted to ask you what you think about the DonPete ship? It's just that I've recently become very addicted to it..

Hi! Aaaaa thank you, so glad people enjoy my Pete stuff! ✨

Hmm, I gotta say I dont know much of this ship! I haven't seen any Donald x Pete stuff, so its quite a new concept for me🤔

As a thought the ship sounds intriguing! Id love to hear where this ship comes from, is there any media that sparks it? Or some headcanons for this ship? I could believe they have a funky situationship, they do banter a lot!

Sweet dream

Characters: Donald Duck, Della Duck, Hortense Duck-McDuck, Quackmore Duck

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— Della! Stop stealing my food! — Donald hissed angrily when his sister took his sandwich and quickly stuffed it into her beak.

— Della, behave yourself. We're on a picnic, not in a pigsty. — Hortense scolded her daughter menacingly, sitting surprisingly elegantly and holding her cup.

Quackmore carefully brought the kettle and poured tea for his wife. He kissed Hortense on the cheek before putting the kettle away, earning a quiet giggle from the red duck.

Donald mimicked his mother's elegant pose, also sipping tea while Della lay on her stomach sipping strawberry juice.

— Tea boy.~ — She teased her brother by straightening a golden curl from her hairstyle.

Donald swung to hit Della, but he was stopped by the stern look of his parents and instead, the sailor took an apple.

— You're 36, Donny. It's time to stop being led by other people's provocations. — Quackmore reproached his son while peeling a tangerine, putting the slices on a plate, and the peel in a bag.

Donald pouted in embarrassment and looked away.

— It's not my fault that everyone loves to piss me off so much! Let them know what will happen if they contact Donald Duck! — at the last words, the sailor proudly puffed out his chest.

Della rolled her eyes in annoyance, but she couldn't say anything because Hortense beat her to it.

— Better tell me, how are things at work? Is Scrooge still hurting you? — The red-haired duck asked worriedly.

Donald waved his hand dismissively and rolled his eyes in response.

— Of course, he is! Our relationship is always like this! — He chuckled and tossed a couple of chocolates into his beak.

Hortense growled angrily and shook her fists in the air.

— Arrgh! Stupid Scrooge!! Tormenting my beloved son!! — She opened a jar of jam that Quackmore couldn't open.

— Why don't you leave Scrooge, duckling? You can move into your houseboat and work for someone else, for example, Rockerdack? — Papa Duck asked affectionately, smearing bread with jam.

Donald chuckled softly and picked up an apple.

— How can I leave, Pa? I'm practically the only one who can handle Uncle Scrooge. — He took a bite of an apple and offered it to Della with a sly smile. — Plus, I love him too much to leave that damn old palooka. — The sailor laughed when he saw his sister make a face and throw an apple at him.

— It's sour, you're a problem on your feet!! — Della screamed in frustration and began to drink her strawberry juice aggressively.

Hortense and Quackmore exchanged glances after hearing Donald's last words.

Hortense was surprised and puzzled by them, and Quackmore just smiled tenderly at his wife, as if saying, "I told you so."

Their picnic continued.

Donald talked enthusiastically about the adventures he got into with his family or on his own. With parental care and love, he boasted of the boys' merits to Della. And playfully shared various embarrassing Scrooge stories with Hortense.

Suddenly a breeze blew and Quackmore gently put his hand on his wife's shoulder, looking sadly into her eyes.

— Oh... Is it time? — Hortense asked, calming down after another laugh.

Quackmore nodded and the red duckling sighed heavily.

Della got up first, brushing off the crumbs.

— Okay, Donny, we have to go. When are you leaving?

Donald sadly watched his family get up and get ready to leave. He didn't know where they were going, but he had a feeling he needed to let them go.

— I'll take a nap first before I leave. — The sailor replied, adjusting his hat so that it covered his eyes and put his hands behind his head, comfortably lying on the plaid.

Hortense giggled, secretly glad that her Donny was still so lazy and went over to him.

— I love you, Donny. Goodbye. — She whispered softly and kissed her son on the cheek.

Quackmore and Della followed her example and also kissed Donald gently on the cheek, saying goodbye to him.

— I love you all too. — The sailor muttered as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

He could hear the footsteps of the three ducks gradually receding until they disappeared completely and the space was finally filled with silence. It was so calm and peaceful that Donald didn't even want it to stop.

However, his pacification was interrupted by a strange sound. An annoying sound.

Donald tried to ignore it, but the sound was getting louder by the second and infuriating the sailor more and more.

— STOP IT ALREADY!! — He finally exploded and angrily looked around to figure out where the sound was coming from.

Donald was slowly enveloped in disappointment when he realized that he was lying in his bed in his room and the annoying sound was the sound of an alarm clock.

The sailor turned off the alarm clock with trembling hands and began trying to put two and two together to understand what had happened.

He was on a picnic with... Mom, Dad and Della...

— Of course, it was a dream... — Donald muttered to himself as he stared at his blanket.

He clutched the cloth with his trembling hands as his tears slowly fell down.

— Of course, it was a dream... — He whispered softly in his trembling voice as his eyes filled with tears more and more.

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I know this isn't the fanfiction I promised and I'm sorry, but for now, here it is.

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. 😏

Minnie: 💅

Donald: 🙁

Minnie is posing while waiting at a traffic light.

Nobody:

Absolutely no one:

Definitely no one:

I'm writing a new fanfiction about Scrooge's tsundere and his beloved nephew Donald:

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.

Hell yeah

I don't care what anyone says Queen Chrysalis will always be my favorite mlp character

I bet he looks like this because he's cold

Reading PK Avenger while listening to noir music for ambiance. 

PK Avenger issue #0

On the family meeting...

Scrooge: Okay... I want to be honest. Next time, I won't come alone.

Matilda: Oooh~ With your Goldie-girl?~

Scrooge: ...

Scrooge: No. With my Gold-boyfriend.

Louie: I have boyfriend.

Gladstone: Actually... I have a girlfriend.

Fethry: I have a girlfriend AND boyfriend!

Della: HA! SIKE! I HAVE TWO GIRLFRIENDS!

Quackmore: Wow...

Quackmore turned to Donald: What's about you, Donnie? How much partners you have? Haha.

Donald, absolutely calm: Three boyfriends and two girlfriend.