Kai: *sneezes*

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!

How did the "Oh-phooey" come about:

Quackmore: *accidentally bumps*

Quackmore: Oh ffff!-...

Little Donald and Della: 00

Quackmore: Fffffff...

Hortense: *scary look*

Quackmore: Fffooey!

Quackmore: How clumsy I am!

Hortense: Don't worry, honey, I'm here.

Quackmore and Hortense: *show a scene full of love and support*

Later

Donald: *falling*

Donald: Oh-phooey!

Grandma Duck: *spits out tea*

Quackmore and Hortense: ...

Elegant parents and their ugly ass Eraserhead baby.

Ink painting from my new year piece for 2025 that was too silly for me not to share it.

I love the idea that Shen hadn’t developed his elegance and composure yet so he was just an absolute little freak as a child. And his parents could not possibly fathom the idea that there could possibly be anything wrong with their little angel

A mini-card for Donald Duck's birthday!

HDL: Happy birthday, unca Donald! We love you! *presented: a flash drive with a musical number, a large drawing and a chocolate cake made of pancakes*

Donald: Aw, boys~ *cried a little*

Webby (May, June, April): Happy birthday, uncle Donald! *presented: handmade jewelry and toys*

Donald: <:_0

Mickey, Goofy, Daisy, Minnie (Oswald, Ortensia, Clarabelle): Happy birthday,Donald! *gifts: a large number of dresses and "girly" things* *they giggle because they think Donald will get angry*

Donald: OMG! Thank you guys, it's so beautiful!

All: what

Cousins (Fethry, Abner, Gladstone, Gus. ALL): Happy birthday, Don! *gifts: photos on the marine theme from Moby and Fetri, a wooden statuette from Abner, a cake from Fethry and Gladstone (miraculously left over from Gus)*

Donald: Thank you!~

Grandma Duck: Happy birthday, my sweet! *gifts: baking set*

Donald: Oh boy, granny! How did you know that this is what I want? *hugs* Thank you, I love you

Grandma Duck: I love you too~

Scrooge: Happy birthday, Donnie! *hugs tightly and kisses a lot*

Donald: Thanks, unca.. *blushes and giggles slightly from tickling*

Scrooge: For you~ *gifts: guitar and citizenship in Scotland, Mexico and Brazil*

Donald: *gasp* THANK YOU, UNKIE, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! *hugs*

Scrooge: He-he~ *happy gay dad*

Panchito and Jose: Happy birthday, mi amor!

Donald: Thank you~

Jose: Can't wait to see your presente, right?~

Donald: Maybe?~

Panchito: Great, because now it's time to look at them!

10 minutes left

Panchito and Jose in the sea dresses of their native countries

Jose: Do you like charmosa?

Panchito: I hope so, patito~

Donald:

Donald: I feel in love again.

in small fandoms you need to be grateful to the person who only accidentally hit you twice with a frying pan while trying to make you breakfast. in big fandoms you can block people for wearing a shirt you don’t like

Donald's Funny Names that I Accidentally Wrote:

Fonalf

Donalf

Dond

Fonf

Donf

Reblog to let the world know your priorities

｡.｡:∞♡*♥Happe (late) Valentine's Day!♥*♡∞:｡.｡

— Where is he? — A grunt resembling the soft roar of a tiger was heard.

Pete, the source of the sound, was standing at the entrance to the embankment, tapping his foot nervously. However, despite the malicious tone in which he uttered these words, Pete's face reflects other feelings. Something between nervousness and... panic.

In fact, the answer to your possible questions is obvious if you pay attention to the surroundings around you and the date on the calendar.

Valentine's Day.

And Pete has a date tonight.

But unfortunately, his valentine is late, which is very unnerving, annoying and scaring the cat.

He's wearing his best suit! White trousers and a jacket with a purple shirt are classics! He bought flowers and doesn't even smoke now, so as not to spoil the date with the stink of tobacco! SO WHY-

— Hey, Pete! — Pete's monologue was interrupted by the sound of a familiar quacking voice. — Sorry! I'm late. — his date.

Pete instantly turned to sound source and give his best smile.

— It's okay. Just next time... — but his words stuck in his throat as soon as he saw what he was wearing.

As you may have guessed, Pete's date is Donald Duck. He's wearing a purple shirt, fully buttoned up to his cheek, but beyond that... He's wearing a skirt! Black fitted knee-length skirt and shoes with a strap on the palm.

Pete's jaw dropped to the floor, his eyes widened, and his face turned bright red.

— I'll be damned... — he muttered without taking his shocked gaze off Donald.

Don giggled sheepishly, feeling awkward under the scrutiny of his date. His cheeks turned red and he looked away, removing his hands from behind his back.. along with the flowers?!

Pete blinked rapidly, coming to his senses, when a bouquet of bluebells, red carnations and white clover appeared in front of his face, surprisingly beautifully and harmoniously combined.

— For... For me?! — He pointed at himself uncertainly with his finger and his face turned redder when the duck in front of him nodded, still daring to look at him again.

The big cat felt his heart start beating faster. He cleared his throat and also took his hands off my back, also handing the bouquet to his new boyfriend.

Donald's eyes also widened in shock at the sight of roses, lavandas, and dandelions wrapped in newspaper, looking like a bouquet picked by a child.

Pete and Don exchanged bouquets in silence, quietly examining them.

— I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I'll be damned. — A quiet grin escaped from the throat of the black cat, on whose lips played a warm and gentle smile. — You weren't lying when you said you worked as a florist. It's pretty... — He stopped talking when he turned and saw Donald's face.. — H-he-hey! What's wrong, duckie? — Pete nervously approached Donald, gently placing his hand on his shoulder, anxiously wondering what he had done wrong again.

But all his worries quickly disappeared, as did the kiss that Donald gave him.

— I'm fine, don't worry. — He said softly, comfortingly stroking the cat's cheek. — Just... — Duck paused, looking down, but then quickly looked up with a smile. — No one has ever given me flowers! — he laughed a little, then gave Pete a sincere and noble look. — Thank you. Really.

Pete stared blankly at Donald, barely able to process his words and the sudden kiss. He coughed into his fist before looking away in embarrassment, rubbing his neck.

— N-no prob, Don! — he laughed nervously and stupidly, eliciting a cheerful smile from his partner.

Gradually, the big cat's laughter subsided, and his gaze became more sincere.

— You know... — He began slowly, while his eyes were directed at the flowers, as if there was something interesting in them. — No one has ever given me flowers either.. — Pete chuckled slightly, shifting his gaze to Don, looking at him with sincerity and love. — Thank you too.

Pete and Donald just stared at each other for a while, like two lovesick teenage goofs who are on a date for the first time.

As a result, they silently took each other by the hand and headed to the embankment, thinking among themselves what would happen next, clutching the bouquets presented by their lovers...~

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

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!