I Want To Write A Fanfiction Where Donald Finally Talks To Scrooge, And This Stupid Miser Finally Apologizes

"the damsell in distress and the villian [in even more distress]"

turns out [hiding with your friend] kidnapping her and keeping her on a little stone while youre afraid of the water isnt a good idea

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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!

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

I bet he looks like this because he's cold

Reading PK Avenger while listening to noir music for ambiance. 

PK Avenger issue #0

Donald: Great, the police are here!

Pete: Well, the plan as usual is CE.

Donald: "CE"?...

Pete: Cute eyes. Look.

Chief O'Hara: Hands behind your head!!

Pete: 🥺meow...

Chief O'Hara: Awww...

Pete: Your turn, babe.

Donald: Okay, I think...?

Donald: *deep breath in*

Donald with the sweet eyes: Q-quack...

Later

Mickey on the phone: Can you believe it, the boss had a heart attack! They managed to save him, but for some reason he was smiling.. Doctors assume that it is a stroke...

Donald: Oh, it's very sad...

Pete in the background: *dying of laughter*

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

Я никогда не думала о ТайШэнях (честно говоря, косо на них смотрела), но сейчас чем больше я их вижу, тем больше мне они нравятся. У вас есть какие-нибудь хедканоны по ним?

✨️МОИ ХЕДКАНОНЫ ПО ТАЙШЕНЯМ✨️

Они социально неловкие, потому что это их первые отношения. У них в целом беды с социальным взаимодействием, потому что они привыкли к рамкам «руководитель и подчиненный». Здоровые и равноправные отношения, где нет четкого разделения на «ведущего» и «ведомого», для них в новинку.

В то же время сложно поверить, что для Шеня они первые, тому что он ведет себя довольно раскованно и развязно. Тай Лунг же напротив, довольно сдержанный. Вообще в их паре именно Шень самый эмоциональный (и нередко агрессивный). Он открыт в выражении своих чувств, в то время как Тай Лунгу нужно время, чтобы открыться.

Причина, по которой начались их отношения, - они оба травмированные дети с daddy issues, которые нашли утешение друг в друге. Тай Лунг и Шень чувствуют себя услышанными, понятыми и принятыми, когда говорят друг другу о прошлом.

Они - демиромантичные демисексуалы. Прежде, чем у них возникло романтическое и сексуальное влечение друг ко другу, им потребовалось МНОГО времени, чтобы довериться друг другу. Да, доверие - это сексуально.

Их отношения сложно назвать здоровыми, но они стремятся к этому.

У Тай Лунга ещё со времён ученичества есть вредная привычка считывать эмоции. Он постоянно переживает, что Шень может быть обижен, расстроен, зол из-за него. У Шеня тоже есть вредная привычка. Он постоянно спрашивает Тай Лунга: «А ты меня любишь?» Он страдает от проблем с доверием и внутренней неуверенности.

Язык любви Тай Лунга - прикосновения. Он любит, когда его гладят по голове и обнимают, и сам любит обнимать, тем самым выражая свою привязанность. В детстве он крайне нуждался в физическом выражении чувств, но Шифу с годами делал это все реже и реже, пока не сошло на нет, потому что отношения «ученик и учитель» подразумевали жёсткую субординацию. При этом Шень не очень тактильный, но ради любимого терпит, потому что понимает, как для него это важно. Язык любви Шеня - время. В детстве родители уделяли ему мало времени, поэтому этот показатель для него важен. Даже если времяпровождение заключается в совместном лежании и ничегонеделании, он дорожит каждой минутой.

Их любимое совместное занятие - душевные разговоры по ночам. Доверие - это сексуально [2].

Так как Шень выше Тай Лунга ростом, второй любит вставать на цыпочки, чтобы поцеловать первого.

✨️МОИ ПОШЛЫЕ ХЭДКАНОНЫ ПО ТАЙШЕНЯМ✨️

Первый раз случился по инициативе Шеня. Т.к. у павлинов вместо гениталий клоака, ему было любопытно попробовать проникающий секс.

Тай Лунг стонет тихо, это больше похоже на громкое дыхание.

Тай Лунг любит нежный, долгий и медленный секс, в то время как Шень любит, когда его берут грубо и страстно. Шень нередко просит, чтобы его кусали, царапали и пороли.

Aftercare - самая любимая часть процесса у Тай Лунга. У Шеня - прелюдия. Причем Шень подходит к ней творчески, как чансань (китайская гейша): песни, игра на музыкальных инструментах, поэзия, танцы и т.п.

Самая чувствительная часть тела у Шеня - ноги.

Любимая поза Шеня - «Наездница», потому что он любит проникающий секс, доминирование и смущенное лицо Тай Лунга, которого «объезжают».

full scanlation of "The Mystery Of The Missing Muffins" from issue #1 of "Disney Junior Big Book Of Fun"

requested by @littlebearspaci✨

reblog if you’re a writer who feels guilt whenever they’re not writing and being productive, so I know I’m not the only one lol

I DO obsessively read peoples tags when they rb my art

And, yes, I DO kick my little feets and giggle when I get compliments