I Sometimes Wish There Was A Fanfic Of The Three Caballeros High School Au. What Do You Think?

Headcannons about @thebackupdetectives (or is @skullse-mi more correct?)

They will be about their daily life, work, childhood, etc.

I'll try to write Donald straight, but I don't promise anything, so I'm sorry

(I'm serious, even though I like Minnie and Mickey, Oswald and Ortensia and Goofy and Clarabel, I won't be able to love Donsy.

I repent and apologize.)

Okay, let's go!

Warning! Long post

Handwriting and art

Mickey has a wonderful imagination (especially as a child) and a beautiful handwriting. He was often praised for his drawings and writings

Goofy adds funny references to his work

Oswald draws beautifully, but his handwriting is terrible

Donald draws terribly (it takes him an hour or more to draw a circle without a compass). But he has a beautiful and understandable handwriting

Mickey and Goofy like to sit and talk about their drawings (this is a very cute and funny activity)

Donald and Oswald like to work as a couple, because they complement their shortcomings. Donald loves Oswald's unusual and terribly funny handwriting, and Oswald loves to draw on Donald's doodles. They do a great job with art projects

(They like black humor more to add it somewhere, and they have a pretty poor imagination)

Dances and music

Mickey loves to dance. His movements may be awkward and clumsy, but it still looks cute and he's having fun. His favorite music is classical and pop

Goofy prefers the usual silly moves that amuse him and others, but you'd better leave the dance floor, because the disco king is coming! His favorite music is disco and retro

Oswald doesn't like to dance. He would rather just stand, shake his head and stamp his foot, but not dance. His favorite music is house

Donald LOVES to dance. He knows how to dance a lot, starting with ballet and pair dancing (he taught them since childhood with his grandmother) and ending with samba and cha-cha-cha

Conflicts

Mickey tries to avoid conflicts

Goofy will not realize until the last that he has problems

At the beginning of the conflict, Oswald will strike as a warning

Donald has two fortunes : 1. tries to avoid conflict.; 2. "Donald! Why did you hit him?! He's bleeding now!" "Yes"

"Why did you become a detective?"

Mickey has dreamed of becoming a detective since childhood

Oswald knows that Mickey will run into trouble, so he went after him (or we can suggest that Oswald had a daughter, but that would be too sad)

Goofy wanted to find out what happened to his wife and Max's mother (she disappeared under mysterious circumstances)

Donald's twin sister died in a plane crash and her husband disappeared. He is sure that this is not an accident and intends to find out the truth about his sister

Wow, honestly, I thought the post would be longer, but I think it's even better

It may be updated

Thank you for your attention!

(^з^)-☆Chu!!

The Lesbians✨

I like so much this screenshot of Donald and Daisy as mermaids 😭😭 !!!

I bet he looks like this because he's cold

Reading PK Avenger while listening to noir music for ambiance. 

PK Avenger issue #0

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.

Тот, кто скинет мне фото на обои, того поцелую! (ʃƪ˘ﻬ˘)

... Или напишу фанфик по их желанию.

Whoever sends me a photo for the wallpaper, I'll kiss him! (ʃƪ˘ﻬ˘ )

.. Or I'll write fanfiction according to their wishes.

I'm so normal about them, trust me.

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Donald's Quacky Duck! Duck! Duck City! coasters from Tokyo Disneyland

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.

Donald, rubbing their temples: I am not proud of what I am about to say, but someone get me a cigarrette.

Della: But Donald, we don't smoke.

Donald: Cut the crap, Della. I'm not an idiot. I know that one in five people smoke.

Donald: *points at Gladstone* One! *points at Fethry* Two! *points at Gyro* Three! *points at Fenton* Four! *points at Della* Five!

Donald: Now, I am going to close my eyes, and when I open them, there better be a cigarrette between these two fingers!

Gyro: *puts a cigarrette in Donald's hand*

Donald: Thank you. ...Light?

The Squad: *all simultaneously pull out lighters*

Do you know why I like family conflict so much in DT17?

Because they show us that EVERYONE is to blame for the conflict

Donald tried to secure the eggs, which is why he strangled his sister and uncle

Scrooge, despite seeing Donald's concern, built a rocket

And Della took the rocket

But at the same time:

Donald was too afraid for the children (and I think he used to be more or less adventurous, but after the navy he became even more afraid for his family)

Scrooge, after his 13th birthday (based on the comics), no longer knew how the family was really arranged correctly, and despite the fact that he probably believed that Donald was right, he did not want Della to move away from him

And Della, under the onslaught of her brother and the fear that after the boys hatched, her adventures would stop, she decided on her last adventure, and not to talk to her brother (and also, I believe that she had postpartum depression)

We see that all the parties to the conflict are to blame, but at the same time, they had their own reason to be like this

Except for the boys. These kids are not to blame for anything.

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.