Donald Duck - Blog Posts
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.
I LOVE IT, THANK YOU VERY MUCH
@polina-me Request number 1, I assume this is what you meant by DonPete? (Donald and Pete? If not, I have done this art request ENTIRELY wrong).
Hope you like it!
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.
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!
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.
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*
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-
