For @diogxnxs
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.
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Every time you're lonely, I'll always be there for you.
Donald fails again on Valentine's Day with Daisy. At the moment of his weakness, when hope has left his body, leaving everything to despair, there is someone who can support him.
Relationship: DonPete (Donald Duck × Pete)
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Valentine's Day is one of the many holidays that Donald practically hated because of his girlfriend. More precisely, an ex-girlfriend.
On this day, he just needed to book a table at the most expensive restaurant, buy 101 damn roses, a fucking lot of chocolate and not be Donald.
But Donald just doesn't have enough money, unlike his temperament. So he tried to improvise, to show his love in a different way, so that Daisy would understand that he loved her, even though he was penniless.
But everything was always "wrong."
No matter what he do he still got the same thing.
He had a picnic at sunset, with tea and snacks!
"Are you serious, Donald? It's such a cliche!"
He made a romantic candlelit dinner!
"It would be much tastier in a restaurant, you know.."
He gave a cute bouquet of different flowers!
Well... He was just beaten with this bouquet.
And so it is every Valentine's day.
...
But today everything should be different!
After the boys appeared in his life, Daisy stopped being so demanding and all the Lovers' days passed quite peacefully!
Except for Gladstone..
Donald genuinely didn't understand why this damn gander kept trying to steal his girlfriend. Start your own personal life, you idiot!
Anyway, this Valentine's Day should be wonderful!
He, Mickey and Minnie were going to the amusement park, even Goofy and Clarabel were going to join!
And then, he wanted to take Daisy on a picnic (you can't blame Donald for not having money and new ideas) and talk to her about the wedding! Yes, to talk. He can't afford a wedding right now, but instead of a ring, he sewed her a pretty beaded bracelet with her name on it.
Everything should be fine!
.. He hoped so much...
/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / /
Everything went wrong.
Mortimer, Horace and Gladstone joined their group date.
They calmly pulled the blanket over themselves as if it was their date!
He was hurt many times. And apparently Daisy was enjoying it (Minnie didn't look like that, she was trying to get rid of Mortimer too).
And if Donald's luck is usually terrible, then with Gladstone it becomes catastrophic.
At least Goofy and Clarabel were enjoying themselves. Horace, on the contrary, even tried to make their time even more romantic.
But Donald was not discouraged! He still had his basket of sweets and he was sure that it would be enough for Daisy to pay attention to him.
But, apparently, stubbornness, love and faith in his partner were not enough.. Especially when that same partner doesn't love you himself.
/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / /
— Leave us alone, Donald. — Daisy looked at the duck with disgust in half a turn of her head. — We have a date.
These words shocked Donald. Daisy was hugging Gladstone's arm and didn't even bother to turn to him.
— B.. B.. B-but Daisy! — he stuttered, completely confused and uncomprehending. — A picnic! — he picked up and opened the basket to at least persuade the departing girl, but instead of all the goodies that he cooked with all his love, they turned... into the porridge...
Daisy chuckled smugly.
— Come on, Gladstone. — she turned away from the duck in the sailor suit and led her new partner away from her ex.
Gladstone was smiling tightly, trying not to look back at his cousin. He won again, but was it worth it?
/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / /
— What a nice day. — Pete exhaled the phrase along with the smoke.
He was always surprised that Valentine's Day was going pretty well for him.He used to spend it courting or dating some girl. But Mini is dating Mickey and Pete thought that already at his age it would be too stupid to try; and his exes got together and were somewhere in France instead with children.
But even so, he was not discouraged. When he didn't have a partner, Pete just either relaxed at home with a TV and love programs, or walked all day and enjoyed the atmosphere of love.
... Or spoil the day for all lovers, according to the mood.
However, there was a time when he could not do either the first or the second.
In the Navy.
— Heh. — Pete grinned, taking another drag on his cigarette.
He spent Valentine's days with... Donald.
They hung out with each other and shared letters from their loved ones. Back then, Pete felt love even in such a cruel time of his life.
"Speaking of Donald.." — Pete finished his cigarette. — "Isn't he there?" — He threw the bull in the trash.
Pete cautiously approached the duck, which was curled up in a ball.
"Am I at a bad time?" — It was... It's unusual to see Donald in such a state.
Donald was sitting on a bench, hugging his knees with his hands and hiding his face in them. And... he was crying.
Of course, it was very easy to make him angry, but to make him cry? It really needs to be done, I mean REALLY try.
Pete carefully put away the picnic basket and sat down next to the crying Donald (he still couldn't believe that the sailor was in such a state)
Donald stopped crying. He just froze when he felt someone sitting next to him.
— Come on, Don-Don. — He spoke with surprising gentleness in his voice. — I'm here. — That's not what Pete wanted to say.
But Donald snuggled up to him anyway and hid his face in his shirt, so it's okay.
— Just let it all out, I'm not going anywhere. — Pete patted Donald lightly on the back, opening the basket with his other hand.
And Donald let all out.
He released everything that had accumulated over a long time, no longer caring that anyone would hear him crying. Pete was there and that was more than enough.
Gradually, he calmed down, until eventually he just sobbed softly, still hiding his face.
— Just let me guess. — Pete began tapping the duck lightly with his fingers, causing the latter to tickle slightly. — Another bad date with Daisy?
— Mhhm.. — Donald grunted in agreement and rested his head on Pete. — She didn't like my food..
— This food? — He looked up and noticed that Pete had been eating food from his basket all this time!
— Hey, what the hell?! — Donald stood up and glared at him. — Have you been eating all this time?!
— Well, yeah. — Pete shrugged and answered calmly. — Do you think I should just sit and listen to your tears while I can at least eat?
Donald looked indignantly at Pete, angrily opening and closing his beak, but not finding anything to say, he just plopped back down with folded arms.
— Is it at least delicious?
— Very.
They sat in silence for a while while Donald muttered to himself. Suddenly, he realized the last two phrases.
— Really? — He looked at the calmly chewing cat in surprise.
— Yeah. — Pete nodded.
— Even though it is... it look a little shitty?
— Even so.
— Wow.
— Why are you so surprised? Have you ever been told that you cook delicious?
— No.
— No? — Pete's eyebrows went up in surprise. — Show me these idiots.
In response, Donald just laughed and punched him lightly in the stomach.
— Will you? — After his "Ouch," Pete offered Donald's basket.
— Why not? — he's shrugged his shoulders.
It was the last Valentine's Day, which was terrible and which he spent with Daisy. And the first one with Pete.
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Dawn, I know I'm late, but here
As far as I remember, he was the only Beagle who got a gift from Santa, so he's probably hiding Roxanne because he knows all his brothers and mom will try to make her a criminal.
Although, perhaps he received this gift by mistake, so that he could give it to Roxanne later.
My head canon is Roxanne’s dad is an ex Beagle Boy.
Idk if this is a unique theory…
But like… image the story. Giving up a life of crime and separating himself from his family for the sake of his daughter. Did they disown him or is he hiding from them? Do they know he has a daughter at all?
It would explain why he’s so protective of Roxanne..
alicante my beloved
Я люблю тебя.
Я люблю тебя.
Я люблю тебя.
Тай Лунгу казалось, что он никогда не прекратить любить и обожать эти три слова. И неважно, кто кому их говорит: он ему или ему он.
Шень... Один из самых прекрасных людей, которых Тай Лунг видел. И не только из-за внешности. Он умён и силён, превращая каждую возможность в своё преимущество. Ошибку в урок, слабость в силу.. Ненависть в любовь.
Хотя, тут скорее всего из общая заслуга. Они нашли в друг друге утешение, помощь и всё то, что они никогда не могли получить от кого-то другого, кто им был близок. Медленно, пересекая их границы и ведя их к прекрасному розовому закату.
— Ты отвлекаешься. — голос его любимого неожиданно вернул Тай Лунга из раздумий. Он удивлённо моргнул и неловко улыбнулся.
Ах да, как он мог забыться? Прямо сейчас они медленно танцевали на одном из многочисленных кусков земли в Мире Духов, который был самым отдалённым и самым романтичным, по их мнению.
Несмотря на то, что стиль борьбы Шеня напоминал танец, для Тай Лунга всё равно было неожиданностью, что его возлюбленный любит музыку и танцы. Поэтому, было решено, что теперь их свидания будут не только проходить в каких-то вечных закусочных или ресторанах, а здесь, далеко-далеко от посторонних глаз, где свидетелем их любви был только само пространство Мира Духов..
— Прости, цветочек... Хочешь начать заново? — снежный барс снова покрепче взял за плечо Шеня и сжал крыло белого павлина.
Шень тихо засмеялся и покачал головой.
— Ох, не волнуйся, этого не нужно. — он нежно вынул крыло из лапы Тай Лунга и положил её на талию к другому крылу.
Новый ветерок нежно поигрался с краями фиолетовой мантии Шеня, заставляя рисунки из белой нитки практически танцевать.
Тай Лунг закрыл глаза, позволив мгновеннию прохладного воздуха расслабить его. Всегда было странно чувствовать себя живым... Когда ты мёртв.
— Ты уверен? — он снова открыл глаза и в ответ положил две лапы на плечи Шеня.
Белый павлин кивнул, с удивительным для павлина в целом, мелодичным мычанием, пока он убирал розовые лепестки с персикового дерева с белой мантии Тай Лунга. Точнее, белым были только его края, сама мантия казалось была соткана из серебра из-за её серого цвета.
— Да, уверен. — Шеня поднял глаза, чтобы встретиться взглядом со взглядом с Тай Лунгом. — Я хочу насладиться моментом, но это не означает, что этот момент должен быть танцем.
Встревоженное выражение лица Тай Лунга медленно расслабилось и его губы расплылись в широкой улыбке. Он обнял своего возлюбленного за плечи и они прижались к друг другу в медленном покачивании, который было сложно назвать танцем.
Медленно и незаметно для них, пространство стало медленно окрашиваться в фиолетовые и розовые цвета.
Да, незаметно... Для них всё бесследно исчезло, кроме них самих и музыки где-то в далеке. Их дыхания объединились, а сердца забились в один единый ритм.
Вот они... Только они и никто больше.
Тай Лунг и Шень медленно отстранились друг от друга, но не отпустили, их лапы и крылья остались на месте. Они смотрели друг другу в глаза, в своих мыслях задаваясь вопросом: неужели, чтобы найти какого-то настолько прекрасного, им нужно было отдать свои жизни?
И ответ был очевиден: "да". Как и их поцелуй, который был самым нежным и прекрасным моментом, как и все остальные предыдущие и будущие.
Поцелуй длился несколько восхитительных мгновений, прежде, чем наконец-то прекратиться. Они прижались лбами к друг другу и на совместном выдохе сказали в один тихий шёпот:
— Я люблю тебя, цветочек...
— Я люблю тебя, мой воин...
Этот милый и тихий момент длился бы ещё дольше, пока они не услышали чей-то голос..
— Ааааав... — они вздрогнули и быстро оглянулись. И...
— Какого хуя?... — они были не в Мире Духов, а в Нефритовом Дворце.. Окружённые пандой и его друзьями..
Donald does not know how to dance with girls and often steps on their feet, because he is used to being led, not him.
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
Teen Huey in metal clothes: But grunca Scrooge!
Scrooge: I said no! And you too!
Emo teen Louie: What?!
Della: Oh, come on, Uncle Scrooge. Let the boys and girls wear whatever they want! Remember me as a child, who always ran away so as not to wear skirts or dresses!!
Scrooge, crossing his arms over his chest: Hmm! This is different! All these feminine things are really uncomfortable.
Della: Well... What about Donald's grunge?
Scrooge: Donald... Exactly! Donald! What do you think about it?
Donald: *flashbacks of his past, when he wore skirts and dresses in secret from his family, hiding behind a fake female identity*
Donald: *flashbacks about all the adventures he had, all the dancing and singing, how happy he was when he had the chance to be someone no one expects anything from.*
Donald, suppressing a stingy tear: Let them be who they want to be.
Della, noticing absolutely nothing: See?
Scrooge, who didn't notice either: Bah! Okay!
Donald being best boy and loves girls.
Donald: Hey-ya, Daisy!
Daisy: Donald?
Donald: *takes out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back*
Daisy: My favorites!
Gladstone: Hey, Daisy?
Daisy: What?
Gladstone: *presents a bouquet of 101 roses and a box of chocolates*
Daisy: Oh, Gladstone!~
Donald: ...
Donald: And why did I keep trying at all? *leaves flowers and leaves*
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Donald: Hi, Minnie!
Minnie: Donald! Hello, how are you?
Donald: I'm fine, but...
Minnie: ??
Donald: *pulls out a basket with lilacs and violets from behind his back*
Donald: It will be better after you smile~ *wink wink*
Minnie: Oh, Donald! *laughs and slaps Donald lightly on the shoulder*
Minnie: Did you make the basket yourself?
Donald: Of course! *Proudly*
Minnie: Thank you, Donnie!
Donald and Minnie: *hugs*
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Donald: Hello, Clarabelle.
Clarabelle: Donald? Hello there, dou you need something?
Donald: Actually, yes.
Clarabelle: ?
Donald: *takes out a bouquet of strawberries and a guitar with a red ribbon*
Donald: Your smile~
Clarabelle: Did you use the smile compliment again?
Donald: Did Minnie tell you?
Clarabelle: Yeah.
Donald: I don't surprise.
Clarabelle: But it's very cool.
Donald: Yeah?
Clarabelle: Yeah.
Donald: Oh, thanks.
Clarabelle: No, thank you. I didn't expect a bouquet of strawberries.
Donald: Goofy tell what you don't really like flowers.
Clarabelle: I get it. Thank you, Donald.
Donald: Always welcome.
Clarabelle and Donald: *hugs*
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Donald: Since March 8, Grandma Duck!
Donald: *gives her fresh pastries*
Grandma Duck: Oh, thank you, Donnie!
Grandma and Donald: *hugs and kiss*
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Donald: Hey, Ma?
Hortense: Mm? Yeah, Donnie, what's wrong?
Donald: *gives a pendant with photos inside, in the first she is with a Quackmore, and in the second he is with Della and the boys*
Donald: I love you.
Hortense: Aw.. Tha gaol agam ortsa cuideachd, a ghràidh!
Hortense and Donald: *hugs*
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Donald: Dumbella?
Della: What you need, Dick Duck?
Donald: *gives a photo album with all (especially shameful) photos of boys*
Della: ...
Della: I'm so fucking love you sometimes.
Donald: And I love you always.
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Donald: Webby? Can I bother you?
Webby: Hm? Of course, what happened, Unca Donald?
Donald: I noticed that you like to weave bracelets and...
Donald: *gives her a large set for beading*
Donald: If you don't like it, I can buy you something else.
Webby: *presses his hands to his beak and quickly jumps on the spot*
Webby: I LOVE IT!!
Webby: *jumps on Donald with hugs*
Donald: Oh! I'm glad to hear that.
Donald and Webby: *hugs*
+bonus
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Donald: *calmly drinking tea*
Scrooge: *comes running, stops and violently catches his breath*
Scrooge: Hey, Donnie!
Scrooge: *kisses Donald on the cheek*
Donald: You decided to give Goldie and Bridget gifts on March 8th, but now you need to hide somewhere, right?
Scrooge: Right.
Donald: *sigh* Okay, let's go.
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Della: Yo, Don!
Webby: Unca Donald, look!
Donald: ?
Donald: *spits out the tea he was drinking*
Webby with a magic blade: Look what Uncle Scrooge gave us!
Della with a gun: Cool, right?
Donald: ...
Donald: UNCLE SCROOGE
Scrooge is in his Money Bin: I don't feel safe.
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*Magica and Daisy beat Gladstone*
Donald: *looks at this*
Donald: Interesting.
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Donald: I'm home!
Kids: For you, unca!
Kids: *gives flowers and sweets*
Donald: ...
Scrooge with a bouquet: Do you like it?
Donald: Sometimes I hate you, unckie.
Scrooge: !!
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I love you, girls~💕
My headcannon: Donald has a very stormy imagination and imagination, but he draws terribly, but writes superbly. That's why he keeps a fanfiction account in his spare time.
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