I Have A Question For You. I Was Reading A Comic Of Papernik Donald Duck Aka Duck Avenger, And Thought

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

Donald does not know how to dance with girls and often steps on their feet, because he is used to being led, not him.

I wish that there could be a Royal Au for The Three Caballeros

This is your time @zerotwo and @superwolfiestar !

Donald Duck: He lived half of his childhood on an ordinary christian farm, but then Scrooge took him along with Della

He spent the rest of his life in the palace studying royal life (manners, etiquette and so on)

At the age 26, Della was stollen. The kidnappers could not be traced (by the standards of the Middle Ages), but fortunately Della was pregnant and they had to stop for her to give birth

When Della gave birth, Scrooge's army surrounded Flintheart's army (yeah, he will be kidnapper, sor for the spoiler)

While everyone was busy fighting, Donald infiltrated the Della. He gave her his clothes to make her look like an ordinary commoner and helped her hide the eggs so they wouldn't get hurt. Don himself changed into Della's dress and pretended to be her so that she could escape to the palace

Bonus: As you understand — Hortense is a queen, and Quackmore is a commoner. Scrooge became king when they died. Matilda in the "heart of silence", she and Von Drake opened the "second capital" and it became the "capital of silence", "heart" is a second name that scientists prefer

Jose Carioca: The assassin is a robber, owns magic. Scrooge hired him to find Donald.

His family owned magic, but was killed by the townspeople.

Bonus: For those who want to see Zica and Zeca. They are trained in the secret temple by Ari.

Panchito Pistoles: Matador, part-time mariachi (maybe has a little magic)

He carries with him: his father's sword, grandfather's guitar, and his mother's sombrero (who sewed it herself)

He was hired by Della to save Donald

Now about the plot:

One day, princess Della Duck was kidnapped by the terrible Flintheart Glomgold, the king of thieves.

Her family was in despair, no one knew where she was, expect Flint himself

But he didn't know that Della was pregnant, so when she gave birth, they had stop

King uncle Scrooge took advantage of this and immediately attacked their hiding place. Only he didn't foresee one thing: how will Della be able to escape with the eggs?

But the answer found itself

During the battle, her twin brother Donald Duck climbed into Della's bedroom. He helped her escape

Donald dressed his sister in Christian clothes, hid the eggs and sent her to Grandma Duck's farm. They're safe now. Only Donald realized that if Flintholt saw Della missing, he would become angry and possibly kill someone from his family

So he put on Della's cute dress and prerended to be her

When Scrooge realised what Donald had done, he was already furious. But it was too late, Donald had taken too far

Then Scrooge decided to take desperate measures. And Della, too.

Scrooge called to court the most cunning of the most cunning, the most dexterous of the dexterous and the meanest of the mean — Jose Carioca

And Della called the brave of the brave, the loud of the loud, the sweet of the sweet and the kind of the kind — Panchito Gonzalez Morales

It will be an adventure of a thief and hero who will become more than allies. Friends? Amigos? Or more?

And will the princess boy open his heart or let the pain inside kill him further?

Chu ♡

Donald's Funny Names that I Accidentally Wrote:

Fonalf

Donalf

Dond

Fonf

Donf

Another silly doodle of my OTP. Hope you enjoy it like I do

Reference:

Gladstone holding Storkules hand: AHA! I'm so much better than you that I stole your boyfriend, stupid Don! Now I'm dating him!

Donald: He's not my boyfriend. He's an autistic demigod that I help live in the real world, and he's like a little brother to me. Just like Fethry.

Gladstone: ...

Storkules "Hi, dear Donald": ...

Gladstone blushing: I'M GOING TO DATE HIM ANYWAY, GET IT?!

Donald: Okay, blondie. Happy for both of you.

Storkules: Bye, dear Donald! We love you!

Donald: Love you too. Bye girls.

King Louie: All right, my loyal subjects-..

Donald: Louie, baby, do you want cupcakes?

Louie: Later, Unca Donald! I have an ominous monologue!

Donald: Okay, I'll make you some hot chocolate for now!

Louie: Thanks, unca Donald!

Louie: Okay, so..

King Louie: My loyal subjects...

King Louie Duck (Ducktales)

Scrooge: Oh, that damn black cat! I am completely sure that this "vacation" is just an excuse to take advantage of my poor, little, pathetic, stupid, sweet, pure and immaculate nephew!

At this time

Pete and Donald: *They fish, cook and make origami together. They kiss very, very, very much and are so very comfortable and sweet that it is simply impossible, especially with Pete's character.*

Я люблю тебя.

Я люблю тебя.

Я люблю тебя.

Тай Лунгу казалось, что он никогда не прекратить любить и обожать эти три слова. И неважно, кто кому их говорит: он ему или ему он.

Шень... Один из самых прекрасных людей, которых Тай Лунг видел. И не только из-за внешности. Он умён и силён, превращая каждую возможность в своё преимущество. Ошибку в урок, слабость в силу.. Ненависть в любовь.

Хотя, тут скорее всего из общая заслуга. Они нашли в друг друге утешение, помощь и всё то, что они никогда не могли получить от кого-то другого, кто им был близок. Медленно, пересекая их границы и ведя их к прекрасному розовому закату.

— Ты отвлекаешься. — голос его любимого неожиданно вернул Тай Лунга из раздумий. Он удивлённо моргнул и неловко улыбнулся.

Ах да, как он мог забыться? Прямо сейчас они медленно танцевали на одном из многочисленных кусков земли в Мире Духов, который был самым отдалённым и самым романтичным, по их мнению.

Несмотря на то, что стиль борьбы Шеня напоминал танец, для Тай Лунга всё равно было неожиданностью, что его возлюбленный любит музыку и танцы. Поэтому, было решено, что теперь их свидания будут не только проходить в каких-то вечных закусочных или ресторанах, а здесь, далеко-далеко от посторонних глаз, где свидетелем их любви был только само пространство Мира Духов..

— Прости, цветочек... Хочешь начать заново? — снежный барс снова покрепче взял за плечо Шеня и сжал крыло белого павлина.

Шень тихо засмеялся и покачал головой.

— Ох, не волнуйся, этого не нужно. — он нежно вынул крыло из лапы Тай Лунга и положил её на талию к другому крылу.

Новый ветерок нежно поигрался с краями фиолетовой мантии Шеня, заставляя рисунки из белой нитки практически танцевать.

Тай Лунг закрыл глаза, позволив мгновеннию прохладного воздуха расслабить его. Всегда было странно чувствовать себя живым... Когда ты мёртв.

— Ты уверен? — он снова открыл глаза и в ответ положил две лапы на плечи Шеня.

Белый павлин кивнул, с удивительным для павлина в целом, мелодичным мычанием, пока он убирал розовые лепестки с персикового дерева с белой мантии Тай Лунга. Точнее, белым были только его края, сама мантия казалось была соткана из серебра из-за её серого цвета.

— Да, уверен. — Шеня поднял глаза, чтобы встретиться взглядом со взглядом с Тай Лунгом. — Я хочу насладиться моментом, но это не означает, что этот момент должен быть танцем.

Встревоженное выражение лица Тай Лунга медленно расслабилось и его губы расплылись в широкой улыбке. Он обнял своего возлюбленного за плечи и они прижались к друг другу в медленном покачивании, который было сложно назвать танцем.

Медленно и незаметно для них, пространство стало медленно окрашиваться в фиолетовые и розовые цвета.

Да, незаметно... Для них всё бесследно исчезло, кроме них самих и музыки где-то в далеке. Их дыхания объединились, а сердца забились в один единый ритм.

Вот они... Только они и никто больше.

Тай Лунг и Шень медленно отстранились друг от друга, но не отпустили, их лапы и крылья остались на месте. Они смотрели друг другу в глаза, в своих мыслях задаваясь вопросом: неужели, чтобы найти какого-то настолько прекрасного, им нужно было отдать свои жизни?

И ответ был очевиден: "да". Как и их поцелуй, который был самым нежным и прекрасным моментом, как и все остальные предыдущие и будущие.

Поцелуй длился несколько восхитительных мгновений, прежде, чем наконец-то прекратиться. Они прижались лбами к друг другу и на совместном выдохе сказали в один тихий шёпот:

— Я люблю тебя, цветочек...

— Я люблю тебя, мой воин...

Этот милый и тихий момент длился бы ещё дольше, пока они не услышали чей-то голос..

— Ааааав... — они вздрогнули и быстро оглянулись. И...

— Какого хуя?... — они были не в Мире Духов, а в Нефритовом Дворце.. Окружённые пандой и его друзьями..

Fanfic for my birthday!

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Pete liked to look at Donald.

He remembered it from his childhood.

He liked watching the yellow duckling enthusiastically quacking something, showing how to assemble various incomprehensible shit from cubes or some kind of figures.

He liked watching the duckling in the sailor suit smile cheerfully while they both played with the boats.

He liked watching a teenage grunge duck practice guitar, and when nothing worked out, he threw it aside, taking out his notebook to write or draw something.

He liked watching his comrade and the soldier smile brightly, tenderly quacking such kind words that saved him in any terrible situation... Even when the cat lost his leg..

And, in secret... Pete liked listening to Donald.

Listen to his voice, hear his words.. It wasn't just pleasant. It was fucking amazing.

Pete liked to look at Donald. And he likes to look at Donald.

— Pete? — Just like now. — How do I look?

Pete broke away from his thoughts, stopped staring at one point, and looked at Donald.

Donald was standing in front of the mirror, getting into some poses, examining his naked reflection, and trying to figure out if this bra was suitable for him.

A pale orange bra with white stripes and a bow between her breasts was sitting, Pete was ready to give his other leg, it was just fucking perfect on Donald. Especially the way the lace clung to the duck's feathers in the light of that damn old apartment (which they rent as a headquarters to receive orders for espionage missions without the risk of someone else reading them).

— Well? Why are you silent? — Donald wanted to turn to Pete, but he was stopped by two big hands on his shoulders. And the answer to the question was a kiss on his neck.

— You're fucking gorgeous. — Pete whispered into the duck's feathers, licking the spot where he had previously left his kiss.

Pete likes, loves, adores looking at Donald. Listen and hear. Feel him.

He doesn't know if he ever loved him before or when it started.

He knew he loved Peg, but they got divorced. He knew that he loved Trudy, but they broke up.

But does Pete love Donald right now? Yes. More life.

But will this love last until the grave? Or will they break up again sometime and remain friends-enemies, as they were before?

Pete doesn't know and doesn't care.

Right now, the most important thing is that they sleep together, hugging each other. And knowing full well that tomorrow there will definitely be a new adventure, a new danger, and they will definitely be together.