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Bro, it's canon.

Scrooge: ...And that's how we spent Christmas.

Donald: Ha, it's not as wild and crazy as usual, and to be honest, the only thing I remember is that you finally decided to have a relationship with Santa Claus. You're getting old, Uncle.

Scrooge: Hey!

Della: Come on, Donald! We all had fun. I mean, how did you spend time with your boyfriend?

Donald: *flashbacks of how he and Pete saved the world* Uh...

Pete: *more flashbacks of him and Pete saving the world + memories of Donald in women's dresses* Um...

Donald and Pete: *EVEN more flashbacks about how he and Pete saved the world + memories of their romantic intimacy* Well...

Donald: Just had a delicious dinner and went to bed.

Pete: Well, there were a couple more movies and a little musical number.

Della: Ha! See?

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I hope you had wonderful holidays! Good luck in the new year, I love you!

Scrooge: ...And that's how we spent Christmas.

Donald: Ha, it's not as wild and crazy as usual, and to be honest, the only thing I remember is that you finally decided to have a relationship with Santa Claus. You're getting old, Uncle.

Scrooge: Hey!

Della: Come on, Donald! We all had fun. I mean, how did you spend time with your boyfriend?

Donald: *flashbacks of how he and Pete saved the world* Uh...

Pete: *more flashbacks of him and Pete saving the world + memories of Donald in women's dresses* Um...

Donald and Pete: *EVEN more flashbacks about how he and Pete saved the world + memories of their romantic intimacy* Well...

Donald: Just had a delicious dinner and went to bed.

Pete: Well, there were a couple more movies and a little musical number.

Della: Ha! See?

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I hope you had wonderful holidays! Good luck in the new year, I love you!

"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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All I want for Christmas is you.

A little fluff for the New Year, don't blame me.

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A discreet knock on the door woke Donald up. He groaned softly and rubbed his eyes.

The clock on his phone said it was midnight. Who needs what at a time like this? Or was it just his imagination?

Another knock on the door refuted his thoughts.

— Yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming... — Donald grunted and carefully climbed down from his hammock, buttoning the top buttons on his nightgown.

He opened the door of his room and his eyes widened, gradually waking up from sleep.

— Uncle Scrooge? — It wasn't that it was unexpected to see an old duck here, it was more than surprising. The miser practically did not appear on the boat, only to invite the sailor to dinner or an adventure or to remind him that he had to pay rent.

— Hey... Good night, lad... — Scrooge greeted awkwardly, smiling sheepishly.

Donald just stared at his uncle for a while, until he crossed his arms and leaned against the door edge, suppressing a smile. It is even more possible to see Scrooge indecisive.

— What happened, uncle Scrooge? Do you need help with... — He twirled his hand in the air, choosing his words. — something?

Scrooge cleared his throat and Donald noticed for the first time that old duck was holding a pillow and a blanket in one hand.

— Tell me, lad... Aren't you cold by any chance? — He asked carefully, clearly wanting to hint at something. Unfortunately for him, Donald prefers direct words rather than hints.

— Nah, I'm fine. I was even able to fix the "insides" of the boat, so I even get hot sometimes. — He replied casually, stubbornly ignoring his uncle's hints.

Scrooge frowned slightly and smiled wryly.

— Oh, yeah? — Scrooge grinned awkwardly as he adjusted the collar of his nightgown, since it was really warm in the houseboat, that the old duck was also a little hot in his Victorian nightgown. — Then... Aren't you scared? It's so dark in here, you know?

The answer was a slight blush on Donald's cheeks and his movement to the side, showing a small night light on the table in the sailor's room.

Scrooge hesitated even more and he asked almost stammering.

— And you're not lonely? Yes, you are nearby, but not in the same room... — He fell silent when he saw photos of all the family members on the wall of the room.

Scrooge's beak was opening and closing, trying to think of something to say, and Donald interrupted him with his laughter.

— All right, all right! — The sailor took a breath to calm down and looked at his uncle with a cheerful smile with a hint of impudence. — Uncle Scrooge, even when I was a kid, I knew when you were lying so obviously. — He rolled his eyes and snorted, twirling his hand in the air. — Just tell what you want, I want to sleep.

Scrooge's face suddenly turned very red and the old duck looked away, trying not to look not only into the eyes, but at Donald in general.

He muttered something, but Don did not hear anything.

— What you say?

Muttering again.

— I don't hear, uncle Scrooge.

Muttering.

— Wha-

— CAN I SLEEP WITH YOU?! — Scrooge, tired of hinting at something, screamed sharply, startling his nephew, who jumped in fright and hit his head on the doorjamb.

Donald hissed painfully, rubbing his bruised head.

— You... Want to sleep with me? — What Donald experienced can be called a shock. Uncle Scrooge? Scrooge McDuck? Wants to sleep with him? Normally, it should be the other way around (to Donald's embarrassment).

Scrooge nodded hesitantly and coughed into his fist.

— I... I've been having nightmares lately.. — Scrooge felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him again, realizing that his words sounded like an excuse, when in fact it was true.

Donald stared at his uncle in shock for a few seconds before mentally slapping himself to recover. He grunted and stepped aside to let Scrooge pass.

— Well, I hope you'll be comfortable in the hammock and your back will be fine in the morning. — Scrooge rolled his eyes at another mention of his age, though a faint smile appeared on his beak.

— I'll be fine, don't worry about my back, thanks. — he grumbled, laying a pillow on the hammock and giving Donald a stern parental look.

Donald chuckled contentedly, amused by his uncle's grouchiness, but was interrupted by his own yawn from the next comment. The sailor snorted, realizing that the desire to sleep was stronger than the desire to make fun of Scrooge, and lay down in the hammock, settling himself comfortably.

Scrooge also snorted, but this time out of irritation, when Don lay down so calmly on his pillow, but decided not to arise for the sake of the safety of their sleep and just lay down on his nephew, covering them both with a blanket.

A minute later, the two ducks fell asleep, hugging each other. The warmth of each other and the gentle rocking of the hammock comforted them better than they expected.

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

Glad you're okay. I hope you eat and sleep well.

Hey, long time didn't see you. How are you?

I'm fine, I'm still posting, school's going well and Idk. I never left lol, I don't really know what to say.

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

Portis: So, okay... First of all: Pete, you're fucking gay, I get it, love and all, but just so you know, this is DONALD DUCK, MOTHERFUCKER. Seriously, he deserves better than that... Well, you know. You.

Pete: Yeah, like I didn't know that.

Portis: Secondly...

Pete: ...

Portis: ...

Portis: These chocolates are crap. If you want to make him a really cool bouquet of chocolate, then you need normal products. Anyway, look...

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*

Search history in Scrooge's laptop search engine: How do I tell my son that I love him very much, no matter what, after his coming out?

Pete: *Super cool passes through the security system of the McDuck mansion*

Phantom Blot: *evil laugh* Yes, Pete! Keep up the good work and I'll finally be able to get my hands on this damn artifact!

Pete: *stops right in front of the front door*

Phantom Blot: HAHAHA! Wait, what are you doing?

Pete: *takes out a bouquet from under his jacket*

Phantom Blot: Wait, no.

Pete: *sprays himself with perfume*

Phantom Blot: No, stop.

Pete: *licked his palm and smoothed his hair*

Phantom Blot: Pete, no.

Pete: *wipes his hand on his pants and puts mint in his mouth*

Phantom Blot: I'm serious, Pete.

Pete: *presses the doorbell*

Phantom Blot: Oh Gods, I beg you...

Donald opens the door: Hello?

Pete with a big smile and the most seductive smile he's capable of: *hands the bouquet to Donald* Hey~

Phantom Blot: PETE, YOU WET CAT, F-

Donald @ Scrooge

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.

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.

Tai Lung: Shen, my love, the light in my dark life, the flower in the desert of my heart, the sweetness in my bitter soul, the cure for my spiritual wounds. Please, I beg you, stop putting laxatives in my foster father's food and drinks.

Tai Lung: Someone help me find my husband. He fell into the snow and now I can't see him and I can't tell him from the snow.

Scrooge: *grabs Don by the shoulders* Donald, be the bigger person.

Don: No, I'm 5 foot 1 inch, and bitter. You be the bigger person.

I have a test, but I'm smiling like an idiot!

This is even funnier, because physically he is the same height, but financially, Scrooge is about 100 times bigger than Donald!

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*

hi, i love dynamics that r like “we make each other worse” on the surface but when u look deeper it is actually just “we understand each other on a level that no one else does and nudge each other out of our typical comfort zone” which just circles around to “we make each other better”. it’s abt the accidental growth just by being in each other’s lives. idk

Shen: Good morning, my love, children who have somehow become attached to me, by some miracle new siblings, idiot brother, idiot brother's fathers, nephew and asshole.

Tai Lung: Good morning, flower.

Furious Five: Good morning, miraculously acquired brother.

Four Constellations: Good morning, teacher.

Po: Good morning, bird bro!

Ping and Li Shen: Good morning, bird son.

Peng: Good morning, uncle Shen.

Shifu: Good morning, Shen...

Donald, in his outburst of anger, who beat all the criminals: *stands and breathes heavily, all red with anger**

Phantom Blot: Well, I didn't think that the anger of this duck would be scarier than a mouse... We need to leave quickly and... Pete?

Pete, with a big black eye: *lies and looks at Donald with eyes full of love, ignoring all the words of the Fantom Blot*

Pete: Ha... I hope he likes flowers...

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.

I started writing fan fiction, where I plan several chapters, and only now realized how scary it really is and what a really expensive treasure I have in my hands... One wrong move from me and everything will be terrible... I hope I won't disappoint anyone.

Leonard: BWAHAHAHAHAHA!! Oh, yes!! Behold, Red! My BRILLIANT and SINISTER plan!!

Leonard: *sits down at a round table with a checkered tablecloth, strewn with white rose petals and pours wine into a glass*

Leonard, pushing the wine glass forward: How was your day?~

Red, who has his feet chained to a chair, but his hands-wings are free: It's was good, thank you.

Donald: What if I'm actually a terrible uncle? Or a terrible nephew or a sibling? Or maybe all together? I always try hard, but what if it's not enough? Or I'm trying in vain.. The kids have a great mom, cousins and Della have great lives and they don't need me in them. And Uncle Scrooge probably hates me at all, I'm not a businessman or an adventurer. I'm just a duck with terrible luck who can't stay in one job for more than three months...

Pete: Okay, for the record: no fucking coffee or tea before bedtime.

Why do you want to eat arts?

explain in tags if you'd like !! please do reblog if you vote to keep it going :D /nf

Minnie: 💅

Donald: 🙁

Minnie is posing while waiting at a traffic light.

I’m not the only one who thinks Pete is hot, right?

TRICK OR TREAT!

What about everyone's favorite cat Pete?

P.s.: I hope you have fun in Halloween 💕🦆💙

Ohhhhh, @polina-me, that's such a cute costume you're wearing! Here don't forget to have some candy.

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