Donald Duck - Blog Posts
In fact, I invented it myself, so there is nothing on this ship except my acc 😅
I have a lot of headcannons about them! For example, that they like to do origami on Sundays and love cooking, but in order not to get fat, they do sports, like jogging in the morning and the usual push-ups and squats in the evenings.
I may have invented this ship from scratch, but there's nothing I can do except just love these two!
Hey! I've seen your work with Pete a couple of times and I really liked it! (I mean, how can you not love this asshole?)
I wanted to ask you what you think about the DonPete ship? It's just that I've recently become very addicted to it..
Hi! Aaaaa thank you, so glad people enjoy my Pete stuff! ✨
Hmm, I gotta say I dont know much of this ship! I haven't seen any Donald x Pete stuff, so its quite a new concept for me🤔
As a thought the ship sounds intriguing! Id love to hear where this ship comes from, is there any media that sparks it? Or some headcanons for this ship? I could believe they have a funky situationship, they do banter a lot!
Pete: :3
Donald: I'm not gonna call you "Good kitty", Pete. You bullied Mickey again!
Pete: :(
Donald: ...
Donald: But your origami is good... Good kitty.
Pete: ^^³
Sweet dream
Characters: Donald Duck, Della Duck, Hortense Duck-McDuck, Quackmore Duck
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— Della! Stop stealing my food! — Donald hissed angrily when his sister took his sandwich and quickly stuffed it into her beak.
— Della, behave yourself. We're on a picnic, not in a pigsty. — Hortense scolded her daughter menacingly, sitting surprisingly elegantly and holding her cup.
Quackmore carefully brought the kettle and poured tea for his wife. He kissed Hortense on the cheek before putting the kettle away, earning a quiet giggle from the red duck.
Donald mimicked his mother's elegant pose, also sipping tea while Della lay on her stomach sipping strawberry juice.
— Tea boy.~ — She teased her brother by straightening a golden curl from her hairstyle.
Donald swung to hit Della, but he was stopped by the stern look of his parents and instead, the sailor took an apple.
— You're 36, Donny. It's time to stop being led by other people's provocations. — Quackmore reproached his son while peeling a tangerine, putting the slices on a plate, and the peel in a bag.
Donald pouted in embarrassment and looked away.
— It's not my fault that everyone loves to piss me off so much! Let them know what will happen if they contact Donald Duck! — at the last words, the sailor proudly puffed out his chest.
Della rolled her eyes in annoyance, but she couldn't say anything because Hortense beat her to it.
— Better tell me, how are things at work? Is Scrooge still hurting you? — The red-haired duck asked worriedly.
Donald waved his hand dismissively and rolled his eyes in response.
— Of course, he is! Our relationship is always like this! — He chuckled and tossed a couple of chocolates into his beak.
Hortense growled angrily and shook her fists in the air.
— Arrgh! Stupid Scrooge!! Tormenting my beloved son!! — She opened a jar of jam that Quackmore couldn't open.
— Why don't you leave Scrooge, duckling? You can move into your houseboat and work for someone else, for example, Rockerdack? — Papa Duck asked affectionately, smearing bread with jam.
Donald chuckled softly and picked up an apple.
— How can I leave, Pa? I'm practically the only one who can handle Uncle Scrooge. — He took a bite of an apple and offered it to Della with a sly smile. — Plus, I love him too much to leave that damn old palooka. — The sailor laughed when he saw his sister make a face and throw an apple at him.
— It's sour, you're a problem on your feet!! — Della screamed in frustration and began to drink her strawberry juice aggressively.
Hortense and Quackmore exchanged glances after hearing Donald's last words.
Hortense was surprised and puzzled by them, and Quackmore just smiled tenderly at his wife, as if saying, "I told you so."
Their picnic continued.
Donald talked enthusiastically about the adventures he got into with his family or on his own. With parental care and love, he boasted of the boys' merits to Della. And playfully shared various embarrassing Scrooge stories with Hortense.
Suddenly a breeze blew and Quackmore gently put his hand on his wife's shoulder, looking sadly into her eyes.
— Oh... Is it time? — Hortense asked, calming down after another laugh.
Quackmore nodded and the red duckling sighed heavily.
Della got up first, brushing off the crumbs.
— Okay, Donny, we have to go. When are you leaving?
Donald sadly watched his family get up and get ready to leave. He didn't know where they were going, but he had a feeling he needed to let them go.
— I'll take a nap first before I leave. — The sailor replied, adjusting his hat so that it covered his eyes and put his hands behind his head, comfortably lying on the plaid.
Hortense giggled, secretly glad that her Donny was still so lazy and went over to him.
— I love you, Donny. Goodbye. — She whispered softly and kissed her son on the cheek.
Quackmore and Della followed her example and also kissed Donald gently on the cheek, saying goodbye to him.
— I love you all too. — The sailor muttered as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
He could hear the footsteps of the three ducks gradually receding until they disappeared completely and the space was finally filled with silence. It was so calm and peaceful that Donald didn't even want it to stop.
However, his pacification was interrupted by a strange sound. An annoying sound.
Donald tried to ignore it, but the sound was getting louder by the second and infuriating the sailor more and more.
— STOP IT ALREADY!! — He finally exploded and angrily looked around to figure out where the sound was coming from.
Donald was slowly enveloped in disappointment when he realized that he was lying in his bed in his room and the annoying sound was the sound of an alarm clock.
The sailor turned off the alarm clock with trembling hands and began trying to put two and two together to understand what had happened.
He was on a picnic with... Mom, Dad and Della...
— Of course, it was a dream... — Donald muttered to himself as he stared at his blanket.
He clutched the cloth with his trembling hands as his tears slowly fell down.
— Of course, it was a dream... — He whispered softly in his trembling voice as his eyes filled with tears more and more.
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I know this isn't the fanfiction I promised and I'm sorry, but for now, here it is.
You know, I haven't read the Dime Infinity comic and I don't know if it came out at all (but I really want to, although it will be difficult for me to read it, since English is not my native language)
But I can't help but think that evil Scrooge will lose, because at one point, the Donalds will just gather and ABSOLUTELY EVERYONE will look at him with puppy eyes and he will just freeze, remember HIS Donald, cry and want everything back
Donald: Na-ah-AH!!
Donald: You will NOT talk like this to my Arakuni child, three nieces who are not my own nieces, but the nieces of my ex-girlfriend, my Spanish boyfriend, my Brazilian boyfriend, my pet bear, my baby goddess, my distant grandfather, the distant grandfather of my Spanish boyfriend and the distant grandfather of my Brazilian boyfriend. Do you understand me?!
Ari, April, May, June, Jose, Panchito, Humphrey, Don Dugo, Pascoal Papagiao and Gallus Maximus: Mhhmmm.
Felldrake: What.
Sheldgoose hugging Leopold: Why can't you love us too?!
Felldrake: What!?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DONALD & DELLA DUCKS!!
Pete: Hey, Donald?
Donald: M? Yeah, mein Dieb? Something happened?
Pete: *he puts pancakes on the table with the inscription "Happy Birthday" with maple syrup and Donald's favorite coffee with a pattern on the foam in the form of the inscription "Mi amor"*
Donald: Awww!! You're such a romantic!
Pete: *Blushes and lets Donald kiss him on the cheek*
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Penumbra: Hey, Del?
Della: Yes, love?
Penumbra: *gives a homemade little airplane in the form of a duck made of gold*
Della: *a surprised sigh*
Della: *jumps on Penumbra and kisses her face and neck*
Della: I LOVE YOU, SO MUCH!!
Penumbra: I love you too...
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Love you, my lesbians, gays, bi's, pans, asexuals and others 💕
Donald is like: Excuse me waht
Okay, honestly, I'm shocked.
You guys are so cute, I just can't! I will try to write a fanfiction as soon as possible!
I want to write a fanfiction where Donald finally talks to Scrooge, and this stupid miser finally apologizes to him
But I do not know if it is worth it, because I will definitely touch on Donald's love of wearing women's clothes....
What Ever Happened to Donald Duck teaser:
Entire Ducktales Fandom:
Me: I haven’t seen original ducktales in a while I should watch some episodes!
*Donald leaves for the navy in the first episode*
Me:
I want to write a fanfiction where Donald finally talks to Scrooge, and this stupid miser finally apologizes to him
But I do not know if it is worth it, because I will definitely touch on Donald's love of wearing women's clothes....
It's scary!
Donald had to go on an "exciting" expedition with his uncles again. Only no one told him that the expedition would be in the cave! In any case, it's not his fault that he's scared, so don't let them be outraged! Especially Scrooge...
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Donald swallowed. His knees bent slightly reflexively. His muscles tensed, and his fingers tightened on the straps of his backpack.
"Why does this cave look so intimidating?" — the question just popped into my head, as I immediately felt the impact of someone's particular cane.
— Come on, you bum! Move your legs! — Scrooge barked as usual and confidently headed into the cave.
"Tyrant." — Donald stated the fact in his head. Suddenly, Po felt a hand on his shoulder.
— I hope you haven't forgotten why we're here, right, Donald? — Ludwig was smiling cheerfully and expectantly.
— Yes, don't worry about it, Uncle Ludwig.. — Donald smiled awkwardly, regretfully recalling how throughout the 12-hour flight on the plane, while he was preparing their bags, Uncle Ludwig talked nonstop about this cave.
"Why can't we just say that there are treasures and possible pools of diamonds and oil?" — Donald still didn't know how oil and diamonds could be in the same place. Or as lucky as you can be...
— Great! Then I don't think it will be too difficult for you. — Ludwig cheerfully pinched one cheek of his nephew with his hand, and kissed the other.
— How long have you been there?! — After Scrooge's scream from the cave (how long and far is he in there?) Ludwig and Donald walked quickly.
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— How long do we have to go? — trying to hide the tremor in his voice (with a failure), Donald asked, looking around fearfully.
— Don't complain, Donald. You're not a little duckling anymore. — Ludwig said the last sentence in a joking manner.
— I will always be a duckling, Uncle Ludwig. — The sailor rolled his eyes and smiled. It usually annoys him when he is teased or treated like a child, but in this situation it calms him down.
— Surprisingly, it's a really good idea, nephew. — For the first time in the cave, Scrooge said something.
But why did he say that? Donald was about to say something, but then the light of Scrooge's flashlight fell on my bats, which flew searchingly at three ducks.
— WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK!!! — Donald's reaction was not long in coming.
Scrooge was only a little grateful, because his scream scared away the bats. He turned around to assess the condition of his nephew and son-in-law.
And... This made him jealous. Again.
Donald hugged Ludwig's neck with his eyes closed, legs tucked under him, while Ludwig himself looked very surprised.
The professor noticed the expression on his brother-in-law's face. He narrowed his eyes and smiled slyly.
— Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh~ — he hugged the sailor, thereby pressing him even closer to himself (much closer?!) and kissed him on the forehead — It's just bats, don't be afraid~
Scrooge's face became more and more red and distorted due to anger and jealousy. He gripped the cane with such force that it might have broken if the remaining strength had not gone to restrain himself.
He abruptly grabbed Donald with his cane and pulled him away from Ludwig.
— Enough of these stupid games! — Scrooge took him possessively by the hand and pulled him forward. — Time is money, and I don't want to waste either of them!
They continued on their way while Scrooge and Donald held hands. With some changes in appearance, when Donald hugged Scrooge out of fear.
At the same time, Ludwig, with a satisfied smile and hands behind his back, followed them, proud of his "prank".
I bet he looks like this because he's cold
Reading PK Avenger while listening to noir music for ambiance.
PK Avenger issue #0
I’m just here for dad Donald tbh
(It’s from a ducktales magazine that I own, I simply translated it…)
Happy birthday duckboys!
Dewey *throwing off the blanket*: Today is our day!
Huey: We've gotten older!
Louie: And richer.
Donald: Boys! It's time for breakfast!
Yay!
*each boy has his own plate of pancakes: Huey with condensed milk and blueberries, Dewey with chocolate chips and marshmallows, Louie with maple syrup and strawberries*
*everyone has tea with strawberry juice*
Dewey: Yummy!
Huey: Wow...
Louie: Cool. *took a picture for my blog*
Donald: Happy birthday, boys. Bon appetit~
HDL: Thank you, Unca Donald!
HDL: *make the first piece*
HDL: !!!
Louie: Did you-
Dewey: Did you add chocolate to the pancakes?!
Donald prodly: Yes, I am.
Huey: Wow!!
Della: Um, Donald?...
Donald: I made the chocolate for Huey myself, so there are sweeteners there.
Donald: Wait. Did you think that I didn't know my own child?
Della: No! Of course no! I just!-
Della: *sigh*
Della: I'm sorry... Sometimes I forget that you know boys better than I do. Although I am their mother...
Donald put his hand on her shoulder: Everything is fine. I also sometimes forget that you know me better than yourself.
Donald looking at Scrooge: And someone else.
Scrooge: *trying not to cry*
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Scrooge: All right, boys. Since today is your birthday, I...
Donald who stands too close: *stings his side painfully*
Scrooge: I'll... buy whatever you want... But only one piece at a time!
Scrooge: *looks at Donald*
Donald: *nods approvingly*
Huey: Okay, well... Difficult choice...
Dewey: Okay, listen!!
Louie: Hehe. Okay~
Scrooge: "My money suffers only for their happiness..."
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Della: Aaaahhh, boys! Here I am!
Huey: Hi, mom.
Dewey: Hey, mom.
Louie: Yo, moona.*
Della: Well, today is your birthday and therefore, as your mother, I will spend it with you! All day!!
Louie: Nah, thanks.
Dewey: It's cool, but no, mom.
Huey: Sorry, no.
Della puzzled: Whit waat?
Della: But why? What's wrong with spending your birthday with your cool mom, huh?
Dewey: Nothing at all! Just..
Louie: It's just that today is OUR day, Mom. And we have already planned how to spend it.
Della: Oh, yeah. I see..
Della: I'm so proud of you! You're so grown-up, making plans and all that...
Della: Haha, yeah..
Louie: Well, we haven't started making plans yet, so why don't you sit with us for now? M?
Della: *practically literally sparkling with happiness*
Della: Of course! Come here, my ducklings!
Della: *jumps on them with hugs*
Huey and Dewey: Wakhak!
Louie: Don't call us like that!!
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There will be no continuation, because I do not know how to write on behalf of children.. I'm sorry...
Everyone can say what they want, but they won't be able to convince me that Anna is also Donald's coolest alter ego.
VUM DADA VUM! My brain rot for Anna Duck has become all too real. I will die in defense of the one true queen.
Jose couldn't say a word.
Standing in front of him was someone he had both loved and betrayed
— Donal?... — slowly, as if through torture, he pronounced his name. He couldn't believe his eyes.
Donald stood half-turned, looking at Jose with all the anger and hatred his soul could muster. The red dress spread over his body like wine, like... blood. He slowly raised a hand with bloody knuckles and ran it through his thick, blond hair. His real hair.
— Donal... Meu Deus, isso é tão inesperado.. I... I... Posso explicar tudo! — Jose stuttered and began to chatter rapidly, but was interrupted.
— That's enough, Jose. — Donald interrupted him in his usual voice. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He turned completely to Jose and continued — I've already figured it out.
Jose felt as if his heart had stopped.
— Não.. não.. Não, Não, Não, Não! — he quickly started repeating it, as if it would help him wake up from the nightmare he had driven himself into. — Você entendeu tudo errado, eu juro-!
— Stop, Jose. — The hardness in Donald's voice was incredibly frightening, Jose felt his body and voice tremble — I understood everything.
Donald began to walk away with a moderate step. He really wanted to run away, but his legs were too heavy. Or he was afraid of losing the pieces of a newly broken heart.
— I knew you as a handsome guy, both on the outside and inside. A very kind and incredibly confident man. — Donald stopped again and looked at Jose — I knew you as a caballero. — The whole time when Jose appeared to him in a different form flashed before his eyes. Absolutely different.
He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them to see a scared Jose standing in front of him. He even wanted to laugh. When has Jose ever been afraid?
— I loved you, Jose. — Donald admitted abruptly — I loved you and followed you. I got over my self-loathing and my fear. I put on this dress and followed you. At first, I despised myself for lying to you, that I needed to open up before it was too late. But it was too late. — the tone of the voice gained momentum, angry at himself and the man he loved, but in the end it became quiet and full of disappointment again. — If I had confessed to you, I would have found out what you really think of me. — Donald turned around and, as if embracing the force, walked away confidently, clicking his heels. — Now you can say whatever you want!
Tears were still streaming down his cheeks. He hated Jose for his lies and hypocrisy, hated himself that even so, he still loves this scoundrel.
But he won't let anyone wipe their feet on him anymore. No one will neglect him anymore. He's Donald Duck and he's had enough.
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Jose felt a wave rolling over him. No, the storm. No, a storm of emotions.
Yes, he admitted that sometimes gossiping behind the backs of his amigos, but that doesn't mean anything, right?
To lie a little there, add a couple of facts here and that's it.
Lying for good, right?
But why didn't he stop? No, why did he even start? Were all those ladies for whom he lied so artfully worth this amigos? His Donal?
No.
Now Jose is on his knees, realizing that he is alone. He was abandoned, immediately by two wonderful people.
Beautiful Anna, a femme fatale blonde and an amazing dancer.
And the same wonderful Donald. His best friend and caballero.
They turned out to be the same person and left.
How he wanted to go back in time and hit himself with all his might.
No woman was worthy of Donald Duck, but Jose realized it too late.
What should he do now?
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Based on a new post @diogxnxs !
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
On a scale of bedroom to airplane how willing do you think Donald would be to tax evasion
I'm sorry if you've been waiting a long time for an answer
It is difficult to answer this question, because apparently we have two types of Donald in this matter
The first one, which is most visible in DT17, is the clumsy Donald
This Donald understands that taxes need to be paid, but due to failure (and lack of financial literacy), his debts only increase
The second Donald, we see him mostly in comics, is just a fool.
He does not pay his debts for only two reasons: he is too lazy and he has no money
But even if he has enough money, he will spend it on something else - expensive, but cool
About his escape from responsibility
I don't quite understand "from the bedroom to the airplane". So I'll just answer how he would run away.
The clumsy Donald is too afraid of collectors, so he tries in every possible way to hide and run away from them, but if he is given a choice between continuing such a life and flying away from on an airplane, then he will choose, gnashing his teeth, to continue
The irresponsible Donald will choose the plane, even if he hesitates
I hope this answer was enough, if not, then be sure to tell me
Have a good time! ~
Donald: Hey, baby? Can you make me a coffee, please?
All kids: *stood up at the same time and in disbelief*
Huey: Um, unca Don-..
Pete: Just time me a minute, ma rose~
Pete: *kisses Donald on the cheek and goes into the kitchen*
All kids: ...
Donald: Did you want something, kids?
Huey: No.
Dewey: Nah-ah.
Louie: Why would you think that?
Webby: I just want a hug from you.
How did the "Oh-phooey" come about:
Quackmore: *accidentally bumps*
Quackmore: Oh ffff!-...
Little Donald and Della: 00
Quackmore: Fffffff...
Hortense: *scary look*
Quackmore: Fffooey!
Quackmore: How clumsy I am!
Hortense: Don't worry, honey, I'm here.
Quackmore and Hortense: *show a scene full of love and support*
Later
Donald: *falling*
Donald: Oh-phooey!
Grandma Duck: *spits out tea*
Quackmore and Hortense: ...
Do you know why I like family conflict so much in DT17?
Because they show us that EVERYONE is to blame for the conflict
Donald tried to secure the eggs, which is why he strangled his sister and uncle
Scrooge, despite seeing Donald's concern, built a rocket
And Della took the rocket
But at the same time:
Donald was too afraid for the children (and I think he used to be more or less adventurous, but after the navy he became even more afraid for his family)
Scrooge, after his 13th birthday (based on the comics), no longer knew how the family was really arranged correctly, and despite the fact that he probably believed that Donald was right, he did not want Della to move away from him
And Della, under the onslaught of her brother and the fear that after the boys hatched, her adventures would stop, she decided on her last adventure, and not to talk to her brother (and also, I believe that she had postpartum depression)
We see that all the parties to the conflict are to blame, but at the same time, they had their own reason to be like this
Except for the boys. These kids are not to blame for anything.
Happy birthday, Donald Duck!
Donald: Tomorrow is my birthday...
Donald: I wish I had a boyfriend who would protect me from all the failures that will happen tomorrow...
Pete: Mhm...
Today
Donald: CAN I SLEEP AT LEAST ON MY BIRTHD-... Pete??
Pete in a suit and with flowers: Hey, I heard what here live a one poor duck who needs a protect.
Pete: So here I am~
Donald: I didn't know, what you are suck romantic~
Pete: All for you, my rose.
Pete: Can I come in?
Donald: Of course~