Tai Lung: Hm...

Donald is like: Excuse me waht

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)

Headcannons about @thebackupdetectives (or is @skullse-mi more correct?)

They will be about their daily life, work, childhood, etc.

I'll try to write Donald straight, but I don't promise anything, so I'm sorry

(I'm serious, even though I like Minnie and Mickey, Oswald and Ortensia and Goofy and Clarabel, I won't be able to love Donsy.

I repent and apologize.)

Okay, let's go!

Warning! Long post

Handwriting and art

Mickey has a wonderful imagination (especially as a child) and a beautiful handwriting. He was often praised for his drawings and writings

Goofy adds funny references to his work

Oswald draws beautifully, but his handwriting is terrible

Donald draws terribly (it takes him an hour or more to draw a circle without a compass). But he has a beautiful and understandable handwriting

Mickey and Goofy like to sit and talk about their drawings (this is a very cute and funny activity)

Donald and Oswald like to work as a couple, because they complement their shortcomings. Donald loves Oswald's unusual and terribly funny handwriting, and Oswald loves to draw on Donald's doodles. They do a great job with art projects

(They like black humor more to add it somewhere, and they have a pretty poor imagination)

Dances and music

Mickey loves to dance. His movements may be awkward and clumsy, but it still looks cute and he's having fun. His favorite music is classical and pop

Goofy prefers the usual silly moves that amuse him and others, but you'd better leave the dance floor, because the disco king is coming! His favorite music is disco and retro

Oswald doesn't like to dance. He would rather just stand, shake his head and stamp his foot, but not dance. His favorite music is house

Donald LOVES to dance. He knows how to dance a lot, starting with ballet and pair dancing (he taught them since childhood with his grandmother) and ending with samba and cha-cha-cha

Conflicts

Mickey tries to avoid conflicts

Goofy will not realize until the last that he has problems

At the beginning of the conflict, Oswald will strike as a warning

Donald has two fortunes : 1. tries to avoid conflict.; 2. "Donald! Why did you hit him?! He's bleeding now!" "Yes"

"Why did you become a detective?"

Mickey has dreamed of becoming a detective since childhood

Oswald knows that Mickey will run into trouble, so he went after him (or we can suggest that Oswald had a daughter, but that would be too sad)

Goofy wanted to find out what happened to his wife and Max's mother (she disappeared under mysterious circumstances)

Donald's twin sister died in a plane crash and her husband disappeared. He is sure that this is not an accident and intends to find out the truth about his sister

Wow, honestly, I thought the post would be longer, but I think it's even better

It may be updated

Thank you for your attention!

(^з^)-☆Chu!!

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.

Scrooge: Why are you so cruel, Donald?

Donald: What? What are you mean?

Scrooge: *dramatic and sad breath*

Scrooge: *all in tears* Why do you call Duckworth dad and I'm not?!

Donald: Wha-...

Scrooge: You know how much I love you and now what?! Just an uncie?!

Donald: A

Scrooge: I also want to feel how much you love me! Why don't you call me "daddy"?

Donald:

Scrooge: Don't be silent, you're breaking my heart even more *:(*

Donald:

Donald: Did you have to start this topic right now?

*Literally in the heart of a tornado*

Scrooge:

Scrooge: And when else?

Donald:

Scrooge:

Donald:

Scrooge:

Scrooge: When we get back, will you start calling me "daddy"?

Donald: IF WE GO BACK, THEN FINE

At home

Scrooge: *smiling proudly*

Donald: *kill me or him*

Scrooge: So?~

Donald: I'm leaving.

Scrooge: No! *<:_0*

Как выглядит призыв духа:

Тай Лунга:

Впервые: Чувство благовения и благодарности. Немного гордости и гордыни, так как других не вызывают.

Спустя продолжительное время: "Я могу хотя бы посрать нормально. ПОЖАЛУЙСТА, БЛ-"

Сильно бесится и заебался. Не устал, потому что он, типа.. Мёртв. По крайней мере в первую очередь мёртв, поэтому он не испытывает усталости. Только желание нечаянно сломать систему, что призывает его.

Иногда задерживается, но максимум на 1-5 минут, так как его немножко мучает совесть и чувство ответственности.

Спустя более продолжительное время: "Мастер Тай Лунг, призыв вас из Царства Смертных был уже 37 минут назад почему вы..." "Я никуда не пойду без своих стрелок." "Но..." "Я никуда НЕ пойду без своих стрелок." "Мастер Тай Лунг..." "Иди подтрогай траву или поешь пельменей, пока я не выкинул тебя обратно, откуда ты припёрся."

Привык и теперь спокойно задерживается прежде, чем уйти на призыв. Стал понимать, когда призыв действительно важен или нужен или сделан просто так.

Шень:

Впервые: Шок. Лютый ахуй. Вообще не понимает что происходит, где он и его любимая чашка чая.

Спустя продолжительное время: держится за ближайшую поверхность и гневно орёт: "Я ПРОСТО ХОЧУ БЫТЬ СЧАСТЛИВЫМ! ИДИТЕ НА-"

Активно сопротивляется, но всё равно приходится уйти на призыв. В итоге мучает всех своим bitch personality, потому что, ну, почему он один должен страдать?

Спустя более продолжительное время: Примерно такое же поведение как у Тай Лунга, но только он сразу же переключает своё внимание на своих любимых besties и теперь мир получает ту самую крутую lesbian aunt, с одним отличием, что это гей дядя, но кого это волнует.

I DO obsessively read peoples tags when they rb my art

And, yes, I DO kick my little feets and giggle when I get compliments

Как это было:

Как это стало:

Bro, it's canon.

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?

__________________

I hope you had wonderful holidays! Good luck in the new year, I love you!

Pete woke up unexpectedly and uncomfortably early. But more frustratingly, he woke up from a nightmare.

He was breathing heavily, staring into space, while drops of sweat and rare tears flowed down his face and dripped from the selection. The screams from his dream could still be heard in his ears.

*— Peter!*

*— Everything will be okay!*

*— Go without me!*

*— I know, you can do it!*

*— I love you!*

Pete took a shaky breath, feeling a storm of goosebumps that ran down his back. Both then and now, these words had and will have their own special effect.

He rubbed his hand wearily over his face and looked at the other side of the bed.

— Thanks, God... — he muttered when he saw the one who had said all these words to him. Donald Duck.

Donald was sleeping peacefully, muttering softly in his sleep. It was so rare to see him in such a peaceful state that it was almost impossible.

Pete sighed and got back into bed, pulling his lover closer, nuzzling into the curve of his neck, inhaling the scent of duck. The scent of mango and kiwi filled his lungs as a thought flashed through his mind.

"He never liked pungent smells.." — no matter how expensive the perfume or the person who gave it to him, Donald will still throw away the bottle of cologne if it is too harsh. Instead, he will buy some kind of "feminine" or light perfume with the smell of fruits or berries.

Pete always liked to tease the sea duck about this, although subconsciously he always calmed down by inhaling exactly what Donald chose.

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— You know, if you need to talk about your nightmares, then just say it. — Donald calmly applied his makeup without looking up from the mirror.

Today, as luck would have it, I received a letter from the boss with a new task. They would have refused, but the amount for the fulfillment was too tempting to refuse.

Pete shook his head, tightening his tie.

— I'll be fine. — He felt his partner's gaze as Donald looked at him through the mirror. — I just... — sighed nervously, choosing which jewelry with a transformation stone to take — I'll tell you when we get back... Ok?

Donald rolled his eyes as he combed his wig.

— I took you at your word. — he answered rather sternly as he put on and adjusted his wig.

The final touch, without which Donald did not consider his image complete: a couple of puffs of perfume.

After taking a second glance at the mirror to admire himself, he finally headed for the exit.

Pete was already waiting for him at the door, but before they left, he stopped the duck by putting his hand on his shoulder.

Donald raised one eyebrow, but did not have time to say anything, as his partner suddenly buried his nose in his wig, inhaling the scent of perfume. He stared at Pete in surprise as the cat's face slowly turned red.

— Oh.. My~ — Donald giggled and took the cat's hand, lifting his glove a little. — I love you too. — He kissed the back of Pete's hand and returned the glove to its original position.

Without further ado, they laced their fingers and walked confidently to the street, where a car was waiting for them, ready to send them on a mission.