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*
Okay, guys, an important question
Which of the Bad Guys is Mr. Trans?
Donald is like: Excuse me waht
It's scary!
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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".
Donald: Okay, time to work.
Next, Donald flirts with Pete all day. She pushes him against the wall, pulls him by his collar or tie, whispers all sorts of things in his ear (cute, vulgar, and both) and top him.
Donald: Okay, it's enough for today.
Pete, lying somewhere nearby with a completely red face, tattered clothes and fur, covered with kisses of purple lipstick: It was even better than fucking heaven.
You: Hey, what have you got there?
Me, holding back the flow of my thoughts about Donald×Pete: Nothing.
Then, welcome to my world!
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!
As far as I remember, he was the only Beagle who got a gift from Santa, so he's probably hiding Roxanne because he knows all his brothers and mom will try to make her a criminal.
Although, perhaps he received this gift by mistake, so that he could give it to Roxanne later.
Idk if this is a unique theory…
But like… image the story. Giving up a life of crime and separating himself from his family for the sake of his daughter. Did they disown him or is he hiding from them? Do they know he has a daughter at all?
It would explain why he’s so protective of Roxanne..
Yeah...
I love white evil bird
And WAT?!
#shen #lordshen #lord_shen #me #myoc #oc #hotbird #evilbird #hotevilbird
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.
Donald: Just one of my boyfriends. I don't remember who exactly, heh.
Scrooge is nearby: Excuse me, but WHO-
Memories.
Unca Donald, if you’re in the photo, then who took this?
Request prompt from @minaduck : Huey and Donald! Thanks for the request, friend!