I’m Not The Only One Who Thinks Pete Is Hot, Right?

Halloween is coming soon! What if Pete told scary stories to Mickey and Goofy (and maybe someone else) and everyone would be scared, but Donald was calm as hell. And when would you ask him: "Donald, what the hell? You're usually the first one to jump out of the feathers!" Donald is like, "I was there. It won't work a second time"

And also the hard headcanon that Pete and Donald served together

Your drawing of Pete is so cute! I always smile when I see your posts in the recommendations! (≡^∇^≡)

May I ask: how do you see Donald and Pete's friendship? I just ship them, but I'm interested in the opinion of other Donald and Pete fans

HIIII THANKS!!! I see them as Pete making Donald mad knowingly, I see that Donald may be the one of the trio who's less excited to be Pete's friend and actually tries to avoid him but oh well gjslagk

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...

Sorry guys, but I think I'll skip day 2 and day 3.

I don't really understand what I can write ಥ_ಥ

Duck Avenger: Hm...

Paperinika: Hey, Avenger, what on your min-...

Spider*: Go kill yourself or something stupid pirate. He's my enemy.

The Raider: Bo-hoo, cry-cry kitty cat. He's my bitch and I have the witnesses.

Duck Avenger: I can take them both or I can't...

Paperinika: ?!

What did the duck avenger really mean: *Can he beat them both at the same time or not*

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Spider * — Pete's supervillain name is because of his four mechanical arms.

HEY GUYS

I'M SORRY I'VE BEEN AWAY FOR SO LONG. MY PHONE WAS BROKEN AND I WAS ONLY ABLE TO GET ALL MY DATA BACK TODAY!!

I MISSED YOU VERY MUCH, I LOVE YOU!!

Well, since May and June have apparently been alone for quite a long time, life on a boat will be a good time to start their quiet life and time for themselves so that they understand what it's like to be children with loving parents.

And for a couple of months a year, they can live in a mansion for socialization and adaptation in large companies.

DuckTales 2017 Finale Spoilers:

June: Now that Heron’s gone

May: Where do we belong?

Lena: We belong right here

Donald: {on the phone} Hey Daisy! You know that adventure we’re going to take?! How about a couple of stowaways?

Webby: EXCUSE ME!?? I just got two new sisters and now you’re just taking them away from me!?

Lena: All of us were going to Funso’s this Saturday but I guess that plan is out the window

Violet: We literally JUST made them friendship bracelets!

Donald: {moves phone away from his head} Uh…

Daisy: {on the phone} DONALD! We’ve been planning this trip for just the two of us for months! I like your friends but I don’t think I want José and Panchito to be with us for that long

Donald: {goes back on the phone} What!? No, no, no, no! You don’t understand! What I meant was I’ve adopted two kids-

Daisy: YOU ADOPTED TWO CHILDREN WITHOUT TALKING TO ME FIRST!?! Donald! We’ve been dating for almost a year now and we’ve never had that conversation about having kids!

Donald: It’s okay Daisy! I have experience! Trust me, raising kids on a boat away from the rest of the world is the way to go!

Huey: Wait! Uncle Donald! You and Aunt Daisy are leaving!?

Della: You didn’t tell the kids you were leaving!?

Donald: I, uh, was going t-

Dewey: He never tells us anything!! We didn’t even know that much about you until we moved into Uncle Scrooge’s place

Della: WHAT!?!

Dewey: Yeah! Any time we’d ask about he’d just avoid the question!

Donald: I was going through stuff!

Louie: {to May and June} You don’t wanna live on his houseboat, trust me! He turns into an absolute monster whenever he’s docking the boat

Donald: Louie!

Louie: And you two already saw the mansion! It’s a way better place to live!

Webby: The air vents alone make the mansion worth exploring!

June: Ooh! Does your houseboat have any air vents!?

Donald: Uh… {opens the plane doors to start the finale credits}

Warning: I am not a member of Lady Bug's fandom, just the thoughts of my beloved Chloe.

Chloe: What should I do? What should I do?! If I don't bullying, how will I be remembered? Like a simple mayor's daughter! Everyone will be remembered, but not me! Alya is bright and determined; Nino is calm and understands music; Marinette is sweet and kind. And Adrian! He is wonderful and amazing! He will be remembered as a wonderful man, not as the son of an Agreste! But what should I do? I'm too dumb and lazy for lessons, clumsy at sports! The only way to be remembered is to mock others! So that everyone remembers me! Me! Chloe! Not the mayor's daughter!

Art

It's a nice day. The birds are singing, the oblochka are flying.

Up to this point...

CRASH

The door in the office opens abruptly, almost falling off its hinges and an angry duck stomps inside.

- "Damn Glomgold, stupid Rockerdak, unbearable Magic.. Was it really necessary for you to disturb my quiet day?" thoughts raced furiously through Scrooge's head as he threw his top hat on the hanger. Batista had already gone far away to finish the job and not get caught in the hot hand of his employer.

Scrooge angrily looked around the office, looking for his nephew — the only person who can calm, resist and withstand the anger of his uncle (depending on the mood of both of them).

McDuck's eyes sparkled with rage and the sparks slowly ignited the fire when old duck thought to himself that Donald was skipping work again?! He spun around and froze like a statue. All the heat and fervor died out in Scrooge's eyes, giving way to emotions unexpected for his character: tenderness and love.

Donald was lying on one of Scrooge's money bags, curled up like a kitten on his stomach, his legs dangling gold coins down to the floor, and his arms were crossed and the sailor's head was lying on them, pressing his cheek against his own sleeve.

Scrooge felt the butterflies flutter and he clenched his beak faster and tighter so as not to squeal, but still could not stop himself from shaking his hands in the air.

"You're a stupid nephew, Donald! How dare you be so sweet when I'm so mad at you?!" — Old duck thought to himself, not a bit angry at the whole world anymore.

Scrooge finally pulled himself together and crept as quietly and quickly as possible to his desk. He took out a notebook and a small pencil case from one of the old, almost unused drawers. McDuck quietly pulled over the nearest other money bag and, getting comfortable, began to draw.

The room gradually filled with Donald's quiet snuffling and his uncle's even quieter giggling, which captured another calm but important moment in his life.

Batista opened the door to bring new papers for Scrooge, but when he saw that his employer was already busy with something else, the dog simply put on black glasses and grabbed the nearest broom, walked away while no one saw him, tapping the back side on the floor.

Hah, he loves Donald too much to believed in that)

When did your boyfriend's uncle start supecting about your relationship:

Чтож... Это довольно странно.

Хотя это день с самого начала был странным.

Сначала, ночью, ему не снились кошмары! Не про ту ужасную ночь с геноцидом, не про прошлое с его родителями, не про те дни в бегах.. Это был... Обычный, даже приятный сон. Но самое главное, он выспался.

Потом, на работе ему приходили мастера Яростной Пятёрки.. Типа... Серьёзно? Разве у них нет своего собственного лекаря?

Ну, в любом случае, всё равно всё прошло хорошо.. Странно-приятно-хорошо.

И теперь, он здесь, с голым верхом, пока его муж уткнулся в его грудь..

— Тай Лунг? — на выдохе спросил Шень, пытаясь преодолеть своё смущение в голосе.

— Мммррр? — раздалось приглушённое мурлыканье Тай Лунга, не предпринимая никаких попыток оторвать своё лицо от пернатой груди Сан Ю.

Шень тихо усмехнулся, чувствуя как любовь греет его сердце. Но любовь любовью, белому павлину всё равно неловко.

— Моя любовь, убери своё лицо с моей груди, пожалуйста. — он положил свои крылья на плечи барса, слегка надавив. — Мне неловко..

В ответ раздалось тихое ворчание.

— Неееееет... — Тай Лунг обнял своими лапами за талию своего мужа, прижимая ближе к себе. — Ты слишком мягкий, чтобы отпустить...

Ох лорды... Почему его так сложно переубедить?..

По своей сути, нет ничего плохого в этом.. положении... Просто... Разве не должно быть наоборт?..

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Какой милипиздричий oneshot получился..

Ну, не особо расстроенна (я же не гитара), я всё равно хотела потестировать клавиратуру для планшета.

Мне зашло.