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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 !

I can't keep this to myself anymore.. Here's a ff with Donald Duck (pls let someone draw it (　-̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥᷄◞ω◟-̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥᷅ )) (just kidding, you don't have to do fan-art to an my mini-fanfic-sketh

Like a rich and elegant party

Panchito: I'm sooooooooo tired! I'm booooreeeeeeeeed! What are we waiting for, lindo?

Jose: Calm down, meu amor, we have to wait for our Donal. Without him, our performance will be just an ordinary disappointment.

Panchito: You're right, pimpollo.

Jose x Panchito: *kiss*

Panchito: I just hope your ex and him don't bother us..

Jose: *looked around*

Maria Vas and Ze Galo

Jose: foda-se..

Ze Galo: *notices them and together with Maria go to them*

Panchito: me he acabado..

Ze Galo: Ze! What a surprise! I didn't expect to see you here~ *definitely puts his hand on the shore of Maria*

Maria Vas: *she snuggles up to Ze Galo and grins*

Jose: Yeah, same.. *whisper* Galinha estupida..

Panchito: *he puts him hand on Jose's shoulder and hugs him to him* And what are you doing here?

Ze Galo: Knocked out a ticket in the first queue. And you?

Jose: We are performing.

Maria Vas: Then why aren't you on stage? And you don't rehearse?

Jose: We are waiting for the third Caballero.

Maria Vas: Of course~

Ze Galo: In the case, do you mind if we wait wit you? Right?

Ze Galo and Jose: *angry staring*

Donald Duck: Sorry for wait!

Panchito: Nothing wrong, mi linda..- pati- to...

Donald: *he is dressed in a tight red dress that glitters a little, with black eye shadows and underlined arrows*

Donald: Hi~

Jose: Woah..

Panchito: H-hi..

Donald: *he walked right up to Panchito and played with the feathers under his neck a little with his fingers*

Donald: *walked past Jose, but ran his hand from his cheek to his chin*

Donald: Okay, boys, let's go. The stage is not waiting!

Panchito: *looks after Donald and falls*

Jose: *comes to himself*

Jose: Well, as our Donal said.. *helped up Panchito*

Jose: The stage not waiting!

Panchito: Adios!

Ze Galo and Maria Vas: . . .

Ze Galo: Porra, esse pato e muito gostoso.

Maria: *hit him*

Ze Galo: Ouch!

(yeah, I wrote it for Donald in a dress..)

Donald is like: Excuse me waht

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!

❤🧡💛💚💙💜🏳️‍🌈

I love you guys

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.

Чтож... Это довольно странно.

Хотя это день с самого начала был странным.

Сначала, ночью, ему не снились кошмары! Не про ту ужасную ночь с геноцидом, не про прошлое с его родителями, не про те дни в бегах.. Это был... Обычный, даже приятный сон. Но самое главное, он выспался.

Потом, на работе ему приходили мастера Яростной Пятёрки.. Типа... Серьёзно? Разве у них нет своего собственного лекаря?

Ну, в любом случае, всё равно всё прошло хорошо.. Странно-приятно-хорошо.

И теперь, он здесь, с голым верхом, пока его муж уткнулся в его грудь..

— Тай Лунг? — на выдохе спросил Шень, пытаясь преодолеть своё смущение в голосе.

— Мммррр? — раздалось приглушённое мурлыканье Тай Лунга, не предпринимая никаких попыток оторвать своё лицо от пернатой груди Сан Ю.

Шень тихо усмехнулся, чувствуя как любовь греет его сердце. Но любовь любовью, белому павлину всё равно неловко.

— Моя любовь, убери своё лицо с моей груди, пожалуйста. — он положил свои крылья на плечи барса, слегка надавив. — Мне неловко..

В ответ раздалось тихое ворчание.

— Неееееет... — Тай Лунг обнял своими лапами за талию своего мужа, прижимая ближе к себе. — Ты слишком мягкий, чтобы отпустить...

Ох лорды... Почему его так сложно переубедить?..

По своей сути, нет ничего плохого в этом.. положении... Просто... Разве не должно быть наоборт?..

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Какой милипиздричий oneshot получился..

Ну, не особо расстроенна (я же не гитара), я всё равно хотела потестировать клавиратуру для планшета.

Мне зашло.

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

Donald: .. And that's how I learned to fluff my tail without hands. Of course, I didn't use this skill much, but hey! It's cute.

Pete, who realized halfway through the story that he liked Donald's voice and didn't listen to everything else, wondering when and how he managed to fall in love with this quacking madness: Yeah... I bet it is...

Community got approved!

I applied for a Donald Duck community a while ago trying to figure out what a community on Tumblr really is and it's just really a cute little forum for people to comment at each other's posts. Hopefully we can interact each other there and talk freely about our love for one particular duck! WAK! - Dio

It's pride month and I'm announcing the start of the daily gay ducks and gay caballeros!

I start:

(Ducktales 1987)

HDLW and Scrooge watch TV:

*on a screen gay parade*

HDLW: (゜゜)

Scrooge: What?

Webby: Are you okay with gays?

Scrooge: Of course I do. It would be strange to be a homosexual and a homophobe at the same time

HDL: Are you gay?!

Scrooge: Of course! Why do you think Duckworth is always with me?

Webby: Because he loves you!?

Scrooge: Well, a marriage without love is not a marriage at all

HDL: ARE YOU MARRIED?!

Duckworth: Your snacks *kisses on the cheek* sir~

Scrooge: *giggles*

Webby: So cute!

Beakly: *she puts food on the table and gently smiles at his granddaughter*

Dewey: Oh! Now it's clear why Uncle Donald is not shy about his boyfriends!

Scrooge: Of course. I taught him never to be afraid of his love

Scrooge: *loading...*

Scrooge: DOES HE HAVE BOYFRIENDS?! *angry gay dad mode on*