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Este peluche siento que en cualquier momento va a saltar y me va a matar o algo así, maldito ratón
It's final here!!!
Chapter Three: Window Washing and Wishing
Julius had always been deathly afraid of heights. When he was little, he never joined his brothers in climbing trees or leaning over bridges to watch the Seine slip by below. Even glancing up at the towering spires of the cathedrals they walked past was enough to turn his stomach.
So it was with horror that day that he read the first entry on the daily list of janitorial tasks Pete had tacked to the door of their quarters: Clean Hall windows inside and out.
No, please, no, he thought helplessly, sitting down heavily on the bed and putting his face in his hands.
“What’s wrong, Jules?” Oswald asked from the table in the corner. He and Mickey sat with two cups of coffee and a stack of crepes that they were busy tucking away. “Did Pete give us stable cleaning again?”
“Worse,” Julius groaned, the list crumpled up in his fist. “We have to clean the windows today. Inside and out.”
“Ah,” Oswald said, furrowing his eyebrows. “Well, that’s unfortunate.”
“He KNOWS I hate heights!” Julius cried in despair. “He’s doing this on purpose!”
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Mickey said thoughtfully, cupping his coffee mug in two hands.
Julius felt dread pulsing in his stomach, threatening to upend the crepes he had eaten. Meanwhile Oswald tapped the side of his mug, thinking. “Maybe you can work on the ground windows by yourself?” he offered. “Then me and Mickey can do the higher floors.”
“He’d think I was trying to slack off,” Julius muttered, then clutched his upset stomach. “I’m gonna be sick.”
“Oh!” Mickey said brightly. “If you do get sick, hen he’ll think you're ill and you can lie in bed while we clean.”
“That’s a non-factor in Pete’s mind,” Oswald countered. “Remember last winter when we all had the flu? We still had to scrub floors for three hours.”
“Oh yeah…” Mickey paused. “Shoot. Well, maybe we can blindfold Julius, so he doesn’t see the ground from up high?”
“Then he can’t see what he’s cleaning, doofus. Maybe we could get a dummy of Julius and make Pete think he’s cleaning with us, and he can sneak off and work on something else.”
As they started shooting more hare-brained ideas back and forth, Julius smiled slightly in spite of himself and set the list down on his bed. “No, I can do this, guys. I’ll be fine. We’ll need all three of us to get everything done on time, anyways. If Pete wants to give me chores I hate, fine. I’ll just… stomach my way through it.”
He stood up, handed them the list, and started gathering tools from the corner cupboard to keep his hands busy. Mickey stuffed another crepe in his mouth while he read it through. His ears drooped at the massive list:
-polish furniture in the ballroom
-clean and polish the floors of the throne room
-shovel gravel on the garden paths
-set up rat traps in the cellars
-scrub ballroom stairs
-clean all the fireplace grates and chimney
-replace leaking water pipes in the basement
And that was just the first side of the paper, he realized, flipping it around and seeing another long list on the back.
“Does he think we can freeze time?” Oswald exclaimed in shock, reading the list over Mickey’s shoulder. “We can’t do all this in a day! And some of these aren’t even our duty,” he noticed indignantly, pointing to a task that read -clean musketeer capes in storage. “We’re not maids!”
“I suppose all the maids and court servants must be busy with the coronation preparations,” Mickey reasoned, although he too was frowning at the list. “We’re going to have to skip dinner and maybe supper to get this done… We should probably grab some food to bring with us.” He stood and stretched, then grabbed his musketeer hat and put it on.
Julius held out a bucket and rag to each of them. “Guess we’d better get started, then? If we hurry, we can fix those pipes before we start on the windows.” He was mostly successful at keeping the shakiness out of his legs. Mickey nodded in agreement.
Oswald sighed and gulped down the last of his coffee, then picked up his bucket and rag and followed his brothers out the door. It’s going to be a long one, he thought.
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The morning went by much too quickly for Julius’s liking, and as much as he tried to cherish the moments spent soaking wet and wrestling with pipes in the basement, before he knew it they were headed outside to begin the window cleaning. Mickey and Oswald chatted aimlessly as they walked ahead, letting Julius lag behind them.
It frustrated the cat how easily heights filled him with terror. He wasn’t entirely sure what had borne the fear inside him- It was just the thought of being so high up in the air with nothing underneath him, falling and plummeting forever, dropping like a rock through the sky to the ground with the wind rushing by and everything so far below and nothing to catch him or save him— He shook his head furiously, heart thumping wildly in his throat. Thinking like that isn’t going to help you, Julius! Just bite the bullet and get through it. You’re just going to wash some windows 50 feet in the air. It’s not that bad. Steeling his nerves, he jogged ahead to catch up with Mickey and Oswald as they reached the shed.
The suspended scaffolding system used to maintain the higher floors of the palace was nothing more than a few rickety wooden boards lashed together with twine, two pulleys strung with frayed rope on either side, and a couple of loosely nailed-in iron railings, all of which lay cobbled together and largely unused in a shed outside the Great Hall. It was, in Oswald’s humble opinion, the worst feat of engineering in the entire world. I wonder what it would take to convince Pete to let me fix it, he thought offhandedly as they carried it around to the front and began attaching the ropes to the pulleys.
Julius took a minute to pull himself together as he gathered the supplies and lifted them onto the platform next to a couple of dusty empty crates. You’ll be fine, it’s going to be fine, he chanted desperately in his head as Mickey and Oswald started tugging at the ropes to lift the scaffolding into the air. The courtyard fell slowly but surely away from under him, and he felt his insides once again lurching as if trying to escape his abdomen. He clutched the bag of food they had brought along with trembling hands.
“Alright, first window,” Oswald announced as he and Mickey stopped tugging and tied the ropes into place. Julius swallowed hard and tore his gaze away from the ground twenty feet below to start work on scrubbing the windows. It was slow work, but gradually the grime and muck disappeared under the determined scrubbing of the three brothers. For a while they worked in silence, save for the squeak of wet cloth on glass and the occasional splash from the water bucket; after a while, Mickey broke stillness with a small sigh.
“This is going to take all day,” he said despairingly.
Oswald rubbed at a spot on the window and shrugged. “Maybe, but all we can do is just keep working at it. We’re almost done with this floor, at least.”
“But we have the whole rest of the list to finish on top of this,” Mickey replied, wringing out his rag anxiously. “And Captain Pete wanted all of it finished today!”
“Honestly, Mick, Pete has to know we can’t do all that in one day. If we have to push some of those tasks into tomorrow, then we’ll do that,” said Julius resignedly. “And he’ll just have to deal with it.”
“But he’d think we weren’t trying hard enough. He’d think we’re incompetent, or… or lazy.” The small mouse dipped his rag back in the bucket with a quiet sploosh. “It’s just… I guess I want Cap’n Pete to see me as a hard worker. I want him to think I’m trying my best.”
Julius frowned. “You are a hard worker, Mick. I’ve told you that.”
“But… he doesn’t think I am,” Mickey sighed. “We try so hard every day and he still doesn’t take us seriously. And if he doesn’t think we’re hard workers, if he doesn’t think we can work together, then he won’t... I mean, we have a bad track record, but couldn’t he change his mind? Couldn’t he just see we really want to be musketeers?”
So that’s what this is all about, Julius realized. That’s what was bothering him this morning too, I bet. He shifted from one foot to the other uncomfortably; what could he say? He wanted nothing more than to reassure him and Oswald that of course Pete would make them musketeers, but that would just be lying. The last thing he planned on doing was sugarcoating anything for his brothers; at the same time, he didn’t want to voice his real doubts. His doubts about whether they should be musketeers at all, whether it would really ever work out for them. No, that would just discourage Mickey further. The best option, then, was uneasy silence.
“Well… I think there’s a chance,” Oswald pitched in, hands on his hips. “I mean– Pete’s not an easy one to persuade, and it’s not like he’s ever presented the opportunity to us in the past five years, and he likes reminding us about how much he loathes us every chance he gets, but…” he shrugged. “Rome wasn’t built in a day, so we might as well keep trying and keep hoping, right?”
He grinned and twirled his rag jauntily, and Mickey smiled back gratefully. “Anyways, whether we’re musketeers or janitors, I don’t see the hurt in working hard. That doesn’t mean we need to bust a gut doing an impossible amount of jobs in one day, though. Let’s just take it slow.” Mickey nodded, looking relieved.
Julius sighed quietly. “Well,” he said, examining the windows one more time. “If we’re done on this level, then we’d better get to the next floor.” Mickey jumped up quickly and ran to the first pulley, Oswald heading to the other. Julius, suddenly remembering they were suspended in midair, swallowed hard and busied himself with the buckets.
The platform had started to rise shakily, when suddenly there was a creak of doors opening below and the sound of crunching boots and chatting filled the air. Mickey gasped in excitement, straining to see down to the ground while pulling on the rope. “The musketeers are coming out to drill!” Oswald leaned over the rail to watch, his eyes glowing.
“Keep going up,” Julius reminded them, staring at the sky now, and Mickey gave an absent tug on the rope in reply. The musketeers had formed into rows and were listening to orders commanded by the hulking figure of Captain Pete. Soon the chinking of steel on steel filled the air as the musketeers sparred together. Mickey and Oswald were entranced, following every move, window cleaning forgotten. Sensing no movement, Julius tore his gaze away from the clouds to see his brothers leaning over as far as they could to watch. “Can we go UP?” he demanded impatiently. Startled, Mickey gave the rope a hard tug- too hard, it turned out.
The mossy old ropes in Mickey’s hands, unused to the sudden stress, groaned their last and snapped. Julius barely had time to yell in fright before the entire end of the platform swung downward, throwing him over the side. Oswald was the luckiest- his grip on the ropes gave him enough support to stay in place. Mickey, however, was thrown stomach-first against the railing, punching all the air out of his lungs.
In a moment of panic he gasped painfully, blinking stars out of his eyes as his feet found traction on the wood. The ground swung back and forth below, a blur of stone and gravel. A frayed rope swung through the air, snapped in half. The sounds of training below had been replaced with shouts as the musketeers stopped drilling, although their attention barely registered in Mickey’s mind.
“Are you okay?” Oswald asked, his voice panicked. “Where’s Julius-?”
A puffed up white tail appeared over the edge, followed by the terrified face of Julius as he scrabbled at the railing. “HELP-!” he yowled, terrified. Mickey jumped out to grab his hand, attempting to haul his brother back up onto the platform with much yelling and clawing and wild thrashing (mostly from Julius). Oswald, clinging to the other rope at the top, started to feel it straining and snapping under his fingers. He barely had time to close his eyes with a heavy sigh before another loud SNAP pierced the air, completely severing the ropes holding up the lift.
For a few comical seconds, they hung in the air- three brothers, a rickety platform, and a sudsy soap bucket. Then those seconds ended, and the only thing Mickey and Oswald could hear was jumbled yelling and wind whistling by as the earth rushed up towards them like a giant stone fist ready to punch their brains out.
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“Are they dead?” “Sacre bleu… “It was those janitor boys again, of course." "Really? I thought the Captain already fired them." “How on earth did they do this…?” “I don’t see any movement.”
A crowd of musketeers surrounded the pile of wood and rope that lay in the courtyard, muttering and staring in shock. Dust swirled about underneath polished brown boots and swishing blue capes, and a few musketeers shook their heads, used to the shenanigans of those janitor brothers.
A small mouse, his head and shoulders poking out underneath a rotted board, blinked his eyes open blearily and looked around, dazed and disoriented. Through a raging headache he vaguely heard a booming voice commanding musketeers out of the way, not quite registering as a hulking figure made his way forward to stand, seething, over the wreckage. It wasn’t until a large, meaty hand shot out and grabbed him by the arm, yanking him free from the rubble with a swift tug that he came to and realized the dire situation they were in.
Dangling in the air by his arm, staring into the cold glaring eyes of Captain Pete, Mickey swallowed hard and smiled nervously. “Morning, Captain. I, uh, guess you might be a little upset…?” Upset wasn’t quite the word for what the snarling captain was. More like collasally, tremendously, completely pissed off. Mickey barely had time to mutter a prayer to Mère Marie before he was being dragged off across the courtyard under the glaring sun to an unknown, but almost certainly painful, fate.
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A/N: GOD, FINALLY I'M DONE WITH CH 3!! I'm literally so sorry it took so long to post, I've had so much happening in my life and then of course writer's block hit... anyways, I plan on releasing chapters WAY more frequently now! Also sorry there was no illustration this time- more technical difficulties :( Anyways thanks for reading!!
1st part of my takes on different Crappypa- I mean Creepypastas
Might make more of these once a century lmfao
I would pay to see it ngl
See THIS is what I want dude!
I’m glad everyone just going hog wild with ideas of using Mickey in both good and the bad
In the Duck City
Scrooge: Whose idea was this?!
Daisy: In our defense, it should be a birthday present.
Scrooge: It's a terrible present, I have to tell you! It's like you don't know Donald! He's going to mess up and behave worse than Gladstone!
Gladstone: Hey!
Huey: If we hurry up and find Unca Donald, we can control his level of arrogance! *gets a graffiti of arrogance where the levels are divided into the arrogance of Gladstone, Scrooge, Louie, etc.*
Gladstone: Why am I at the highest level?!
Della: Shut up, Gladdy! Donald!! We coming!
After a while...
Dewey: I'm tired...
Louie: And I'm richer.
Somewhere in the distance, Mickey screamed.
Della: What the-?!
When they ran to Mickey, he was lying on a bench while Minnie and Goofy waved their fans at him.
Della: Again. What the-
Daisy: *silently points to a small castle-like house*
Inside.
Donald in a sailor princess dress: Pete, stop it~
Pete in a pirate costume: Why? These roses will match your dress very well.~
Della: Ew! Kids, close your eyes!
Scrooge: *fainted*
Pete: What. The. Fuck.
Donald: *fucked up is a huge blue Bible duck with lots of eyes, gold rings, arms and a pair of wings*
Goofy: He broke his staff and all his magic returned to his body.
Pete: ...
Pete: Hm...
Mickey: DON'T YOU THINK FUCK HIM!
Pete: Still...
Minishot for DonPete!
It's an ordinary evening at the House of Mouse.
The whole team was standing at the reception desk, on their long-awaited half-hour break. Well... More precisely, almost the whole team.
— Hey, what's the big idea?! — A familiar sullen and irritated quacking voice rang out.
Tired, Mickey perked up almost instantly and hurried to his friend.
— Donald, I'm so happy to see you! — Mouse reached out his arms to Donald to hug him, but stopped. Slowly, his eyes widened in shock.
Donald looked at his friends irritably with his hands on his hips, like an angry mom. But it wasn't his friend's angry expression that confused Mickey, not even his grove shirt, but... Hair?
— I hope you didn't call me back from vacation because you missed me. — Donald grumbled and walked closer to the group, crossing his arms over his chest. Noticing the strange looks of his friends, he lifted one, puzzled and indignant. — What?
— Squeak! — Mickey shuddered and swallowed quickly, coming to his senses. — Oh, nothing, it's just... — He started gesticulating strangely, trying to find the words so as not to offend Donald.
— Do you have hair? — ... But Goofy beat him to it..
Donald's eyes widened at the question, but then he frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.
— Of course I am! — He growled irritably, looking sternly at Goofy. — Did you think I was bald?
— Yes, actually! — Goofy nodded confidently while Daisy facepalmed.
Minnie took a deep breath to stifle her laughter and put her hand on the shoulder of the boiling duck.
— Calm down, Donny, Goofy just isn't used to what you have... Hairstyle. — She smiled reassuringly and a little awkwardly. — We all, actually...
Donald slowly calmed down from his girl friend's touch and her words and nodded.
— That's so..
— By the way, what's the point? — Daisy suddenly asked. She leaned forward, crossing her arms and leaning on the counter, one eyebrow raised in interest. — I mean, it's just impossible to grow hair that long in three days.
— Oh, yeah. — Donald nodded, twirling a lock of his curly and blond hair around his finger. — I asked Gyro to buy me shampoo, and he inadvertently gave me his invention, a shampoo for growing hair. And in the end, it worked.
All the friends nodded, accepting the explanation, knowing all too well that it was true.
— Can I touch your hair? They look so soft! — Minnie asked.
— Why, of course. — Donald shrugged his shoulders and almost immediately the mouse grabbed the duck's hair.. In a good way, she started feeling and stroking them.
Daisy rested her chin on her palm, watching the tenderness of her friend and ex and chuckled.
— You know.. I thought your hair would be straight, not curly. — She got a puzzled look from Donald with her comment.
Donald snorted and rolled his eyes at Daisy's comment and slapped Mickey's hand, forbidding him to touch his hair.
— You've seen my mom, Daisy, on the contrary, you should expect my hair to be curly. — He crossed his arms over his chest, looking critically at his ex.
Their bickering would have continued, but they were interrupted by new acquaintances..
— Well, well, well!~ — With a whist and a teasing greeting, none other than everyone's favorite (gay) Mortimer entered the club's doors! — I received a message about my dear friends' little problems and couldn't help but come.. And see! — he burst into laughter, which sounded comical because of his sibilance.
Pete came in behind him and grinned dirty, looking at the five friends. However, his smile faded when he noticed Donald. His ears drooped slightly, and his eyes stared at the duck, absorbing every detail without taking their eyes off for a second.
His target shifted uncomfortably and turned around, looking at the cat with a puzzled expression.
— What? — Don grunted rudely, feeling himself... a little embarrassed under Pete's gaze.
— You pretty. — Pete said bluntly, without hesitation and without taking his eyes off the duck, unconsciously attracting the attention of the others.
Donald was startled to hear these words. His eyes widened in surprise as a bright blush began to fill his cheeks.
— You... — Duck swallowed and looked down at the floor, tugging at the end of a lock of his hair. — Really think so?..
Pete nodded confidently. All this time, he did not take his eyes off the former sailor, practically devouring him with his eyes.
— Yeah.. Yes. — He nodded several times, confirming his words. — You like... The most beautiful mermaid what can be live...
Donald's eyes widened again upon hearing these words. He raised his head to meet Pete's gaze.
— Yeah? — He asked uncertainly, feeling his face start to burn brighter. After receiving another nod, Duck smiled gently and giggled. — Why, thank you... — He rubbed his neck in embarrassment, keeping eye contact with the big cat. — It's... The nicest thing so... You ever told me...
Donald coughed into his fist and still looked away.
— So... Anyway.. — He closed his eyes and opened them again, looking at Pete again, who continued to stare at the duck as if he was something beautiful — Thank you. I'm serious.
A slow smile began to grow on Pete's lips. Uncharacteristic of him.. gentle. As well as the soft look in his eyes.
— I just told the truth, don't take it too personally. — he shrugged casually, grinning with amusement. — Just warn me next time, or the shock will make me too cute. I need to keep my reputation. — A hoarse laugh came from the cat's throat as he pointed a finger pistol at Don.
The duck himself giggled and rolled his eyes. His usual cocky and confident expression appeared on his face. However, he didn't have time to reply..
— No! — Mickey's loud and hysterical scream rang out abruptly. Mouse quickly grabbed Donald and dragged him into the depths of the club at arm's length. — Nah-ah!
Pete remained standing while his mind slowly caught up with the unexpected scenario twist.
The remaining friends were also perplexed, but they quickly followed the suddenly flashing mouse anyway, leaving Mortimer and Pete alone with each other.
— Well.. — Mortimer mumbled, giving up trying to understand his opponent's sudden outburst. He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at Pete, raising one eyebrow. — I didn't know that you and Donald could not try to break each other up for more than... five minutes.
Pete chuckled, taking out another cigarette and lighting it.
— Well, you know what they say? My best friend is my sworn enemy. — he took a step back, ceasing to be a support for the rat, which caused it to fall to the floor with a squeak.
Phantom Blot: Your last word?
Mickey: *deep breath to say something cool*
Donald: I'M GAY.
Pete, peeking out from behind the Phantom Blot: Oh, shit! Me too!
Donald and Pete: *kissing*
Phantom Blot and Mickey: ...
Mickey: I hate this.
Phantom Blot: Bitch, I should say that.
Donald "Stole Your Man" Duck
I stole this clip because I want it. And I love these shorts. And happy donald Duck was likely flirting here.
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*
Donald Duck × Pete!
I am setting up future animatics in Journal. I have written out for first burn which i am doing next week.
I am gonna do top of my school for mickey mouse and another for the same mouse on little miss perfect but i don't know what ship to use?
Donsy fans: THIS COUPLE IS CANON, STOP DESTROYING THEIR HAPPY ENDING
Three gay caballeros fans: DAISY IS ALWAYS ABUSING DONALD AND CHEATING ON HIM WITH GLADSTONE. HE DESERVES THE BEST!!!
Me *holding Donald and Pete: duckie and kitty do kiss kiss
Mouses fans: YOU CAN'T BRING THESE TWO TOGETHER. DONALD ACTUALLY STEALS THE GIRL FROM MICKEY
Donmin fans: THEN WOULD YOU RATHER HAVE THAT POOR MOUSE'S BOYFRIEND STOLEN?!
Donmick: EXCUSE ME
Me holding Minnie and Clarabelle: cowie say "I moo you" and mouse say "eek too!"
Goofbelle fans: GOOFY DESERVES BETTER THEN THIS BITCH
Googpete fans: SAY IT AGAIN AND I SWEAR TO GOD
Me holding Goofy and Mickey: and now you two dating here flowers and picnic
Scrooldie fans: YOU CAN'T BRING THESE TWO TOGETHER, THEY'RE ENEMIES!
Rokerscrooge fans: THEY'RE JUST BUSINESS RIVALS.
Glomscrooge: IT'S BETTER THAN A FUCKING STALKER.
Brigitte McScrooge fans: WHAT YOU JUST SAY?!
Me with Scrooge and Santa Claus: yey immortal husbands and immortal gay sex
Gladaisy: THEY BOTH ACT LIKE ASSHOLES, THEY DESERVE EACH OTHER.
Gladmagic fans: LEAVE OUR GREEN KID ALONE, HE'S WORTHY OF HIS WITCH MOMMY
Me: wow I love this couple hehe, fashionable gays thank you @skullsemi !
You can't stop my crazy ass
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!!
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.
Mermay #13 Ink
Promptlist:
Alternates:
Instead of a probably crappy horror flick we should use this Steamboat Willie situation(and Oswald also public domain since 2023) to create a metatext postmodern sequel to the underrated classic adventure game of Epic Mickey-uh I mean *a new made up name*.
And want to further cover yourself? Make it a commentary of modern disney or something.
I like the concept but... missed opportunity to have these two bastards roam around the day-care and do funny skits together. When the lights go off Jake has to turn the generators on while mickey chases him and oswald keeps turning the generators you’ve turned on off, the only way to make oswald stop is by powering mickey off.
listen very carefully. we have sister location fnati NOW we need security breach fnati. Are you listening. It will take place before treasure island shut down and you play as young jake and all of the toons are glamrock And oswald is your companion who helps you escape the island. are you writing this down. mickey switches from normal mickey during the day to photonegative mickey at night. This is important are you listening this is very sensitive information. mother is not dead yet and is the human night guard that wants to kill you for messing with her plans. ok.
What is the Colliewood Contracts?
Mickey Mouse cameo
this is so I can figure out the order of episodes
the episode title beware the Heir of Dismal Downs is inspired by the name of a fic written by @godfrey-the-chaos-duck their fic titles alone are genuine art
Besides ocs, is there any Canon Disney characters in your season 4? Like you mentioned Minnie being involved, so chance of others like those from the Duckverse (not sure if you're familiar)
Current appearances that i fully intend on including and are almost guaranteed are Mickey Mouse,Goofy and Morgana Macawber(and while this doesn’t count as a separate character I’ve thought of a way to include the duck avenger)
Edit: i forgot to mention i also am including Dracula duck
—Meet the Cast!—
(Part Two: The Stan Twins)
Stan:
Stan has spent the majority of his life as an actor. Ever since he was young, he auditioned for parts in plays; giving him an early start to his career. His lengthy experience has allowed him to perfect the art, becoming a professional of the finest quality. He would have never ended up at this point, however, if not for his passion for performing.
"I'd have to say I love the thrill of it. Always have. Putting on a persona and just fallin' back into the character. I dunno too much about the mental implications — that's more of Ford's thing, ya see: nerd stuff — but maybe the fact that it makes me feel in control of the situation is why. And, yeah, I know that it's 'you' not 'ya,' or whatever. I get enough of that at home from you-know-who," he explained upon questioning.
He was requested specifically to play the role of "Stanley Pines" by the creators, Mickey Mouse and Oswald the Lucky Rabbit. They claimed that they thought no one would be able to bring the character to life as well as him. After all, it was a difficult balance of "greedy conman," "grumpy old man," and "secret softie" that had to be done perfectly in order to accurately reflect the vision. A feat they believed only Stan was capable of achieving. Ultimately, they were right: Causing Stanley Pines to become a character loved by the public all because of Stan's acting.
In his free time, he tends to attend casinos for the cause of gambling. He'll walk in with a small amount of cash in his pockets (moderated by Ford to ensure that his twin doesn't accidentally drive himself broke) and come out with bags overflowing with money. He claims to be an extremely lucky person with natural talent and good instincts when it comes to the activity. He has been accused of cheating by many, but his good heart and reputation is enough to challenge and disarm such slander. (Plus, Ford comes to his brother's defense in a way so aggressively protective that some of them back off immediately out of fear.)
Despite his tough outside and gruff voice, he's a kind person who cares a lot about those around him. He's started multiple charities with the money he's won from casinos and gained over the years in an attempt to help those in need. He implores others to step up and do the same, since every donation and act to make the world better makes a difference.
He lives with his twin brother, Ford, and the two of them spend much quality time together. Some people are suprised that they still stay so close at their age, but they just reply that they're like fictional counterparts and wouldn't have it any other way.
Ford:
Ford is a well-established scientist whose scientific endeavors, while usually being a bit more unorthodox, have paved the way for several accomplishments. He strives for the betterment for society and believes that in order to make discoveries, you need to realize and accept the truth surrounding you. Recently, he's also developed some fame for his first ever acting role of playing "Stanford Pines" from the adored series, "Gravity Falls." The story of how he came to receiving that role is one of humorous coincidences.
"It really was just a huge struck of unbelievable luck — though it was because of Stan, so maybe it isn't that out-of-left-field. The beginning of the story, so I was told, was this: Stan was talking to the writers about upcoming episodes and they revealed to him that they were going to green screen him as double for the rest of the series for the long-lost twin brother, Stanford. Stan was asking about the appearance — what does the twin look like, are there any specific details he should know in advance for when it came to dressing for the scene shoot — so then they mentioned, 'Oh! Well, he has polydactyly, so we'll have to find some way to add an extra pair of fingers on.'" Of course, Stan immediately thought of me and told the crew about having a twin brother who just so happened to have six fingers. They were delighted by this information and offered me the role as a result.
"I didn't know what to think at first. Acting wasn't my forte and I didn't have much experience; not to say that I had none, for there were a few times where I covered for Stan when he had to drop-out last minute. Regardless, I still wasn't very skilled in that particular field of expertise. I wasn't that confident in my ability and felt that my acting would only hinder the quality of the show. That should've been the end of it.
"...
"Yet, it wasn't because Stan is nothing but stubborn, and I can't help loving him for it. He sat down next to me and gave me an encouraging talk. He said that I'm much better than I think I am and this would be a chance to prove those words to be true. He then...he then told me that he would love to be able to work with me on set, and that accepting the role would save the CGI crew some time. At that point, I couldn't refuse, so I was welcomed as the actor of 'Stanford Pines'. And I have to say, I don't regret that decision," the scientist reminisced during a behind-the-scenes interview.
Ford is usually quiet unless a topic of his interest is brought up or he's speaking to a person he enjoys conversating with. He's extremely fond of academics and has been found to help the younger actors with any educational assistance they require; whether that be a math problem they don't understand or an in-depth lesson on theme.
Now, this part is purely theorizing, but many people suspect that he has some kind of past relation to popular actor, William (actor of "Bill Cipher"). Despite the two claiming to not be familiar with the other, they seem to avoid each other specifically out of all of the cast members — even on their supposed 'first day' of meeting! William is more subtle, suddenly being reminded of things and gaining convenient excuses to leave the room. Ford, meanwhile, just slips away once the yellow triangle comes near. However, please remember that this is pure suspicion and not anything valid, so do with this information as you please.
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Previous Part:
Gremlin Gus: "Or, you could go to one place and get all the candy you could ever want..."
Mickey: "We're going to a candy store?"
Gus: "What? No, it's night-time. Candy stores are closed."
Oswald: "We're gonna rob a candy store?!"
Gus: "Ugh..."
(Incorrect Quote sourced from the series "Ducktales (2017)".)
Знаменитости и их братья/ Stars and theirs siblings
RUS: Ко мне внезапно пришла идея изобразить Оззи с Микки вместе с Соником и Тейлзом, поскольку каждая пара этих необычных братишек занимает важное место в моём сердечке.🥰💕💖
Плюс, я подумала, что неплохо смотрится беседа Освальда и Тейлза, являющимися напарниками своих знаменитых братьев, пока сами "звёзды" о чем-то бурно обсуждают.😏
Как вы думаете, о чём говорят кролик с лисёнком, а мышонок - с ежом?🤔
ENG: I suddenly had the idea to portray Ozzy and Mickey along with Sonic and Tails, since each pair of these unusual siblings occupies an important place in my heart.🥰💕💖
Plus, I thought that the conversation between Oswald and Tails, who are partners of their famous brothers, looks good while the "stars" themselves are violently discussing something.😏
What do you think a rabbit and a fox cub are talking about, and a mouse with a hedgehog?🤔
"Почему в то время как ТЫ сиял, Я оставался в тени?!"/ "Why did I stay in the shadows while YOU were shining?!"
RUS: У Освальда весьма трагичная судьба, ведь он потерял своего творца, любовь, славу, в то время как у Микки было всё то, что было утрачено кроликом. Но несмотря на это, он всё ещё остаётся сильным. И пускай он встретил своего младшего брата не лучшим образом, он вместе с ним всё же стали настоящими братьями, готовыми прикрыть друг другу спины и сражаться вместе во имя добра.
ENG: Oswald has a very tragic fate, because he lost his creator, love, fame, while Mickey had everything that was lost by the rabbit. But despite this, he still remains strong. And even though he did not meet his younger brother in the best way, he and he still became real brothers, ready to cover each other's backs and fight together for good.
Микки и Волшебная Кисть/Mickey and the Magic Brush
RUS: Игра "Эпик Микки" - одна из самых интересных и захватывающих игр, в которой рассказываются новые удивительные приключения мышонка Микки, где с помощью волшебной кисточки он решает судьбу мира Хламляндии (Пустоши), куда его случайно заносит. И там он встречает того, кого никогда бы не ожидал встретить - Удачливого Кролика Освальда, своего старшего брата!
И мне очень нравится история их знакомства, взаимоотношений, потому я и решила нарисовать арт по данной игре. И я также планирую нарисовать ещё арты как по этой игре, так и просто про двух легендарных братьев, кролика и мышонка.🐰 🐭
Надеюсь, вам понравятся мои работы.😊✨
ENG: The game "Epic Mickey" is one of the most interesting and exciting games, which tells the amazing new adventures of Mickey the mouse, where with the help of a magic brush he decides the fate of the world of Wasteland, where he accidentally enters. And there he meets someone he would never have expected to meet - Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, his older brother!
And I really like the story of their acquaintance and relationship, that's why I decided to draw art based on this game. And I also plan to draw more art both for this game and just about two legendary brothers, a rabbit and a mouse.🐰 🐭
I hope you will like my work.😊✨
cursed mickey drinking from hamster thing.