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This is a wedding picture i drew of Dickie's parents, this is one of theh first pictures I have been able to finish for the past couple weeks because my drawing wrist has been killing me.

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But Dickie's moms nameh is Dawson O'Gilt and her father is named Richard Duck (i made it to where she is named after her dad) I'm gonna try to post more art but I keep forgetting to

Gyro, Newton, and Lil' Bulb/ Gyro's Helper

With Glasses

Without Glasses

I'm really happy with how this turned out. But I imagine this takes place around when they first met.

I also posted this on my amino account under thefishingllama666

Тот, кто скинет мне фото на обои, того поцелую! (ʃƪ˘ﻬ˘)

... Или напишу фанфик по их желанию.

Whoever sends me a photo for the wallpaper, I'll kiss him! (ʃƪ˘ﻬ˘ )

.. Or I'll write fanfiction according to their wishes.

On the family meeting...

Scrooge: Okay... I want to be honest. Next time, I won't come alone.

Matilda: Oooh~ With your Goldie-girl?~

Scrooge: ...

Scrooge: No. With my Gold-boyfriend.

Louie: I have boyfriend.

Gladstone: Actually... I have a girlfriend.

Fethry: I have a girlfriend AND boyfriend!

Della: HA! SIKE! I HAVE TWO GIRLFRIENDS!

Quackmore: Wow...

Quackmore turned to Donald: What's about you, Donnie? How much partners you have? Haha.

Donald, absolutely calm: Three boyfriends and two girlfriend.

Finally something new, not the Dewey fucking pilot😭

Happy (late) birthday, HDL! <33

Here are my adult designs for them! Dewey's a model, Huey's a scout leader (and studying to be a professor), and Louie's a businessman

All I want for Christmas is you.

A little fluff for the New Year, don't blame me.

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A discreet knock on the door woke Donald up. He groaned softly and rubbed his eyes.

The clock on his phone said it was midnight. Who needs what at a time like this? Or was it just his imagination?

Another knock on the door refuted his thoughts.

— Yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming... — Donald grunted and carefully climbed down from his hammock, buttoning the top buttons on his nightgown.

He opened the door of his room and his eyes widened, gradually waking up from sleep.

— Uncle Scrooge? — It wasn't that it was unexpected to see an old duck here, it was more than surprising. The miser practically did not appear on the boat, only to invite the sailor to dinner or an adventure or to remind him that he had to pay rent.

— Hey... Good night, lad... — Scrooge greeted awkwardly, smiling sheepishly.

Donald just stared at his uncle for a while, until he crossed his arms and leaned against the door edge, suppressing a smile. It is even more possible to see Scrooge indecisive.

— What happened, uncle Scrooge? Do you need help with... — He twirled his hand in the air, choosing his words. — something?

Scrooge cleared his throat and Donald noticed for the first time that old duck was holding a pillow and a blanket in one hand.

— Tell me, lad... Aren't you cold by any chance? — He asked carefully, clearly wanting to hint at something. Unfortunately for him, Donald prefers direct words rather than hints.

— Nah, I'm fine. I was even able to fix the "insides" of the boat, so I even get hot sometimes. — He replied casually, stubbornly ignoring his uncle's hints.

Scrooge frowned slightly and smiled wryly.

— Oh, yeah? — Scrooge grinned awkwardly as he adjusted the collar of his nightgown, since it was really warm in the houseboat, that the old duck was also a little hot in his Victorian nightgown. — Then... Aren't you scared? It's so dark in here, you know?

The answer was a slight blush on Donald's cheeks and his movement to the side, showing a small night light on the table in the sailor's room.

Scrooge hesitated even more and he asked almost stammering.

— And you're not lonely? Yes, you are nearby, but not in the same room... — He fell silent when he saw photos of all the family members on the wall of the room.

Scrooge's beak was opening and closing, trying to think of something to say, and Donald interrupted him with his laughter.

— All right, all right! — The sailor took a breath to calm down and looked at his uncle with a cheerful smile with a hint of impudence. — Uncle Scrooge, even when I was a kid, I knew when you were lying so obviously. — He rolled his eyes and snorted, twirling his hand in the air. — Just tell what you want, I want to sleep.

Scrooge's face suddenly turned very red and the old duck looked away, trying not to look not only into the eyes, but at Donald in general.

He muttered something, but Don did not hear anything.

— What you say?

Muttering again.

— I don't hear, uncle Scrooge.

Muttering.

— Wha-

— CAN I SLEEP WITH YOU?! — Scrooge, tired of hinting at something, screamed sharply, startling his nephew, who jumped in fright and hit his head on the doorjamb.

Donald hissed painfully, rubbing his bruised head.

— You... Want to sleep with me? — What Donald experienced can be called a shock. Uncle Scrooge? Scrooge McDuck? Wants to sleep with him? Normally, it should be the other way around (to Donald's embarrassment).

Scrooge nodded hesitantly and coughed into his fist.

— I... I've been having nightmares lately.. — Scrooge felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him again, realizing that his words sounded like an excuse, when in fact it was true.

Donald stared at his uncle in shock for a few seconds before mentally slapping himself to recover. He grunted and stepped aside to let Scrooge pass.

— Well, I hope you'll be comfortable in the hammock and your back will be fine in the morning. — Scrooge rolled his eyes at another mention of his age, though a faint smile appeared on his beak.

— I'll be fine, don't worry about my back, thanks. — he grumbled, laying a pillow on the hammock and giving Donald a stern parental look.

Donald chuckled contentedly, amused by his uncle's grouchiness, but was interrupted by his own yawn from the next comment. The sailor snorted, realizing that the desire to sleep was stronger than the desire to make fun of Scrooge, and lay down in the hammock, settling himself comfortably.

Scrooge also snorted, but this time out of irritation, when Don lay down so calmly on his pillow, but decided not to arise for the sake of the safety of their sleep and just lay down on his nephew, covering them both with a blanket.

A minute later, the two ducks fell asleep, hugging each other. The warmth of each other and the gentle rocking of the hammock comforted them better than they expected.

in small fandoms you need to be grateful to the person who only accidentally hit you twice with a frying pan while trying to make you breakfast. in big fandoms you can block people for wearing a shirt you don’t like

Donald: Great, the police are here!

Pete: Well, the plan as usual is CE.

Donald: "CE"?...

Pete: Cute eyes. Look.

Chief O'Hara: Hands behind your head!!

Pete: 🥺meow...

Chief O'Hara: Awww...

Pete: Your turn, babe.

Donald: Okay, I think...?

Donald: *deep breath in*

Donald with the sweet eyes: Q-quack...

Later

Mickey on the phone: Can you believe it, the boss had a heart attack! They managed to save him, but for some reason he was smiling.. Doctors assume that it is a stroke...

Donald: Oh, it's very sad...

Pete in the background: *dying of laughter*

Art

It's a nice day. The birds are singing, the oblochka are flying.

Up to this point...

CRASH

The door in the office opens abruptly, almost falling off its hinges and an angry duck stomps inside.

- "Damn Glomgold, stupid Rockerdak, unbearable Magic.. Was it really necessary for you to disturb my quiet day?" thoughts raced furiously through Scrooge's head as he threw his top hat on the hanger. Batista had already gone far away to finish the job and not get caught in the hot hand of his employer.

Scrooge angrily looked around the office, looking for his nephew — the only person who can calm, resist and withstand the anger of his uncle (depending on the mood of both of them).

McDuck's eyes sparkled with rage and the sparks slowly ignited the fire when old duck thought to himself that Donald was skipping work again?! He spun around and froze like a statue. All the heat and fervor died out in Scrooge's eyes, giving way to emotions unexpected for his character: tenderness and love.

Donald was lying on one of Scrooge's money bags, curled up like a kitten on his stomach, his legs dangling gold coins down to the floor, and his arms were crossed and the sailor's head was lying on them, pressing his cheek against his own sleeve.

Scrooge felt the butterflies flutter and he clenched his beak faster and tighter so as not to squeal, but still could not stop himself from shaking his hands in the air.

"You're a stupid nephew, Donald! How dare you be so sweet when I'm so mad at you?!" — Old duck thought to himself, not a bit angry at the whole world anymore.

Scrooge finally pulled himself together and crept as quietly and quickly as possible to his desk. He took out a notebook and a small pencil case from one of the old, almost unused drawers. McDuck quietly pulled over the nearest other money bag and, getting comfortable, began to draw.

The room gradually filled with Donald's quiet snuffling and his uncle's even quieter giggling, which captured another calm but important moment in his life.

Batista opened the door to bring new papers for Scrooge, but when he saw that his employer was already busy with something else, the dog simply put on black glasses and grabbed the nearest broom, walked away while no one saw him, tapping the back side on the floor.

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.

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".

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.

Every time you're lonely, I'll always be there for you.

Donald fails again on Valentine's Day with Daisy. At the moment of his weakness, when hope has left his body, leaving everything to despair, there is someone who can support him.

Relationship: DonPete (Donald Duck × Pete)

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Valentine's Day is one of the many holidays that Donald practically hated because of his girlfriend. More precisely, an ex-girlfriend.

On this day, he just needed to book a table at the most expensive restaurant, buy 101 damn roses, a fucking lot of chocolate and not be Donald.

But Donald just doesn't have enough money, unlike his temperament. So he tried to improvise, to show his love in a different way, so that Daisy would understand that he loved her, even though he was penniless.

But everything was always "wrong."

No matter what he do he still got the same thing.

He had a picnic at sunset, with tea and snacks!

"Are you serious, Donald? It's such a cliche!"

He made a romantic candlelit dinner!

"It would be much tastier in a restaurant, you know.."

He gave a cute bouquet of different flowers!

Well... He was just beaten with this bouquet.

And so it is every Valentine's day.

...

But today everything should be different!

After the boys appeared in his life, Daisy stopped being so demanding and all the Lovers' days passed quite peacefully!

Except for Gladstone..

Donald genuinely didn't understand why this damn gander kept trying to steal his girlfriend. Start your own personal life, you idiot!

Anyway, this Valentine's Day should be wonderful!

He, Mickey and Minnie were going to the amusement park, even Goofy and Clarabel were going to join!

And then, he wanted to take Daisy on a picnic (you can't blame Donald for not having money and new ideas) and talk to her about the wedding! Yes, to talk. He can't afford a wedding right now, but instead of a ring, he sewed her a pretty beaded bracelet with her name on it.

Everything should be fine!

.. He hoped so much...

/ / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / /

Everything went wrong.

Mortimer, Horace and Gladstone joined their group date.

They calmly pulled the blanket over themselves as if it was their date!

He was hurt many times. And apparently Daisy was enjoying it (Minnie didn't look like that, she was trying to get rid of Mortimer too).

And if Donald's luck is usually terrible, then with Gladstone it becomes catastrophic.

At least Goofy and Clarabel were enjoying themselves. Horace, on the contrary, even tried to make their time even more romantic.

But Donald was not discouraged! He still had his basket of sweets and he was sure that it would be enough for Daisy to pay attention to him.

But, apparently, stubbornness, love and faith in his partner were not enough.. Especially when that same partner doesn't love you himself.

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— Leave us alone, Donald. — Daisy looked at the duck with disgust in half a turn of her head. — We have a date.

These words shocked Donald. Daisy was hugging Gladstone's arm and didn't even bother to turn to him.

— B.. B.. B-but Daisy! — he stuttered, completely confused and uncomprehending. — A picnic! — he picked up and opened the basket to at least persuade the departing girl, but instead of all the goodies that he cooked with all his love, they turned... into the porridge...

Daisy chuckled smugly.

— Come on, Gladstone. — she turned away from the duck in the sailor suit and led her new partner away from her ex.

Gladstone was smiling tightly, trying not to look back at his cousin. He won again, but was it worth it?

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— What a nice day. — Pete exhaled the phrase along with the smoke.

He was always surprised that Valentine's Day was going pretty well for him.He used to spend it courting or dating some girl. But Mini is dating Mickey and Pete thought that already at his age it would be too stupid to try; and his exes got together and were somewhere in France instead with children.

But even so, he was not discouraged. When he didn't have a partner, Pete just either relaxed at home with a TV and love programs, or walked all day and enjoyed the atmosphere of love.

... Or spoil the day for all lovers, according to the mood.

However, there was a time when he could not do either the first or the second.

In the Navy.

— Heh. — Pete grinned, taking another drag on his cigarette.

He spent Valentine's days with... Donald.

They hung out with each other and shared letters from their loved ones. Back then, Pete felt love even in such a cruel time of his life.

"Speaking of Donald.." — Pete finished his cigarette. — "Isn't he there?" — He threw the bull in the trash.

Pete cautiously approached the duck, which was curled up in a ball.

"Am I at a bad time?" — It was... It's unusual to see Donald in such a state.

Donald was sitting on a bench, hugging his knees with his hands and hiding his face in them. And... he was crying.

Of course, it was very easy to make him angry, but to make him cry? It really needs to be done, I mean REALLY try.

Pete carefully put away the picnic basket and sat down next to the crying Donald (he still couldn't believe that the sailor was in such a state)

Donald stopped crying. He just froze when he felt someone sitting next to him.

— Come on, Don-Don. — He spoke with surprising gentleness in his voice. — I'm here. — That's not what Pete wanted to say.

But Donald snuggled up to him anyway and hid his face in his shirt, so it's okay.

— Just let it all out, I'm not going anywhere. — Pete patted Donald lightly on the back, opening the basket with his other hand.

And Donald let all out.

He released everything that had accumulated over a long time, no longer caring that anyone would hear him crying. Pete was there and that was more than enough.

Gradually, he calmed down, until eventually he just sobbed softly, still hiding his face.

— Just let me guess. — Pete began tapping the duck lightly with his fingers, causing the latter to tickle slightly. — Another bad date with Daisy?

— Mhhm.. — Donald grunted in agreement and rested his head on Pete. — She didn't like my food..

— This food? — He looked up and noticed that Pete had been eating food from his basket all this time!

— Hey, what the hell?! — Donald stood up and glared at him. — Have you been eating all this time?!

— Well, yeah. — Pete shrugged and answered calmly. — Do you think I should just sit and listen to your tears while I can at least eat?

Donald looked indignantly at Pete, angrily opening and closing his beak, but not finding anything to say, he just plopped back down with folded arms.

— Is it at least delicious?

— Very.

They sat in silence for a while while Donald muttered to himself. Suddenly, he realized the last two phrases.

— Really? — He looked at the calmly chewing cat in surprise.

— Yeah. — Pete nodded.

— Even though it is... it look a little shitty?

— Even so.

— Wow.

— Why are you so surprised? Have you ever been told that you cook delicious?

— No.

— No? — Pete's eyebrows went up in surprise. — Show me these idiots.

In response, Donald just laughed and punched him lightly in the stomach.

— Will you? — After his "Ouch," Pete offered Donald's basket.

— Why not? — he's shrugged his shoulders.

It was the last Valentine's Day, which was terrible and which he spent with Daisy. And the first one with Pete.

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Dawn, I know I'm late, but here

We continue

"While Uncle Scrooge is chatting with someone, you can do your own business" Or how Mom Duck decided to sew (Duck comics)

Donald and Scrooge dance

Donald lets Webby look at his college photo album. She is delighted, Scrooge is shocked – he has never seen these photos.

For certain reasons, Scrooge and the children become a ghost. Donald is doing everything in his power to find them, even though they are nearby. Scrooge understands how smart and brave Donald is.

Scrooge has a developed sixth sense, so he always knows when something bad is around. It turns out that thanks to this feeling, he also knows when something good is around, so he is always there when Donald is cooking something. He is surprised when he feels it again. (Donald is angry and confused, Scrooge is pleased)

"I like this box!" "I said get out of this box!"

Donald was tired of Scrooge's constant offers to get him a job, so he said that without a presentation and a detailed explanation, he would not even think about work. It was unexpected to sit in a dark living room, especially it was unexpected to listen to Scrooge

Donald broke up with Daisy (finally!), but this has its consequences. He believes that everything she said is true, because Daisy never lied to him, even when she cheated on him. Scrooge and Donald have a difficult conversation (is scromgold or glomscrooge possible??)

Donald has grown red hair (thanks, Gyro)

Donald has lost the bet and now has to tickle Scrooge. Revenge comes and it is merciless.

Scrooge and Donald talk about "women's things" (Spoiler: They do them anyway)

The boys said the first word! Only it's not what Donald expected. "Did you teach them?" "Noooooo... Well, maybe"

Donald is bored, so he made dessert, but where to put it now? Well, it's good that he has an eternally hungry Uncle Scrooge

One of the days when Scrooge takes Donald to work somewhere again. But right now, the old miser is busy fighting, and Donald is very angry. Luckily for him, there's a guy with an electric guitar nearby.

Scrooge is jealous of Donald's cat

"I wish I could be as beautiful..."

Donald always thought: "Why could Della wear pants, but he couldn't wear dresses?". This was one of the many issues that suffered consequences.

Donald is coming back from the Navy!

"What are you looking at?" "Nothing-nothing~" Or Donald sits with Scrooge and unconsciously makes old habits (he puts his finger in his beak when he thinks))

Less than the original post... I wanted to share it with you anyway

Chu ~💕

Some ideas for fan fiction about Uncle Team:

"Wait... Do you love me?*

"Be more polite, please" this is not a threat, but a warning

"You can't do this, you're a kid!" "I'm 36!"

"Do you remember?!" full of tears of happiness

Something happens that makes Donald, out of old habit, jump on Scrooge out of fear. Scrooge won't let him go

"Beautiful..." Scrooge finds Donald in a dress

"Have you thought why Louie can swim in money?"

Donald chose Ludwig (a silly dispute between two uncles)

"You... Did you listen to me?!" Donald also needs to be reprimanded and he did it. Who knew the old miser was listening to him?

Donald is crying because of Scrooge. Featuring Downey and Fergus

Donald is tired and wants to cry

Donald is offended and does not talk to anyone and is silent all the time

Donald is late for work and out of habit kisses all the children. Everyone. Even an adult like Scrooge

Scrooge has a nightmare, fortunately for him, Donald is nearby

"Hey, my nephew thinks you're cute" "Can I get his number?" "Nah, we good" or how Scrooge is a typical dad, and Donald is a typical emo gay

Someone has asked Donald to dance, and while he is enjoying the dance, Scrooge does not take his eyes off them. Literally

"Your favorite color is yellow and green" "Yeah, and your blue" "Actually, pink"

Donald did not notice that he was singing, as well as the fact that Scrooge was killing everyone with a look

"And me?" again, Donald goes to work and kisses all the children goodbye again, but not Scrooge this time

"Hey, what are you looking at!?" On the beach, Donald decided to wear a bra instead of a Hawaiian shirt

During one of the adventures, Donald habitually took Scrooge by the hand so as not to get lost while he looks around

Donald tries puppy eyes

"Stop looking at me like that!" offended and angry scrooge

"Oops, sorry, it's not for you" "Wait- WHO IS THIS PHOTO FOR?!!"

Donald just wanted to see his dress while he and Scrooge were shopping

"I don't have the strength anymore..." *kiss* Or how Donald knows how to 'charge' Scrooge

"No." "But-" "You're too old to take me in your arms, Uncle!" Or Scrooge shows that even his century-old age does not change his physical strength

"I'm fine" "No"

"Give me a piece!" "No! Get out of the kitchen!" "This is my kitchen!" "I don't give a-!"

Donald laughs, Scrooge doesn't calm down

Donald swears and that's why Scrooge needs to spank him

With age, many things stop being bitter and nasty, like coffee and cigarettes. Scrooge would rather go bankrupt on milk and candy than let it continue

"I'm doing this because I feel sorry for Mrs. Bickley and I want to help her. AND STOP SMILING LIKE THAT" Scrooge finds Donald in his garden

Donald starts skipping meals due to being overweight and spends more time looking for work. Scrooge just wants to say that it's much nicer to squeeze

Everyone knew who Scrooge's favorite was among children, but no one knew Donald's favorite among adults. Donald is confused and now we get a LOT more affection

Donald wants a gentleman and now the boys regularly get kisses. Scrooge wants one too

Donald has a lot of notebooks with his songs, but only two have survived: empty and about Scrooge

Donald teases Scrooge that he will leave (to Glomdolnd or his boyfriends) and has gone too far

"Only for a while!" Donald's boat exploded during another invasion of his uncle's enemies on the mansion and now he is moving P. s. The boat cannot be restored

"You can't go on a date!" "Because I said so!" "Well, I'm sorry, Dad, but I'm going!"

Scrooge needs to go to an official party, but this dress is the only one that can fit him. "This dress is too revealing!"

The children decided to arrange a "fashion show" to help Uncle Donald decide which things should be thrown out and which ones should be left. Donald is too embarrassed (yes, he has dresses)

Angry Burrito Donald

The coolest thing is when Donald is already an adult and he becomes even more cute!

I'll write one day. And if not me, then I will pray for every fan fiction on these ideas

Perhaps I will add more is coming

I hope senpai notices me... @galoots

This damn Halloween and a lovely seamstress

— Pointless and annoying. — Scrooge stated it bluntly.

He was driving to work in his limo, arms crossed over his chest and looking out the window with disdain.

— Sir, please.. — Quackmore sighed with tired exasperation.

— Just another way to make money for me, I don't see any reason to enjoy this day anymore.. night.. bah! — Scrooge threw up his hands and at that moment they arrived at bin.

Quackmore rolled his eyes up at them as they climbed. He didn't understand why he didn't like this holiday?

He hoped that at least Donald could improve his uncle's mood.

— Hi, unca Scrooge! — But his hopes were dashed when he saw Donald hanging a black garland with pumpkins on the walls.

"Well, what else should I have expected?" — Quackmore knew that Donald was a family man and it was foolish to assume that he would miss such a holiday. So he turned around and went to do his business outside the office, where there might be a fight.

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— Don't you want to celebrate Halloween too, Uncle Scrooge? — there was a woman's scream and a loud crunch on the TV.

— Too? — Scrooge put his hand on the arm of the sofa and propped his head on it and looked at the boys sitting on the floor with an eyebrow raised.

— Yeah, we don't want to celebrate it either. — Dewey lay with his head on his crossed arms.

— Yeah, that's childish. — Huey leaned on the sofa.

— And we are not children — Louie was sitting on a pillow.

Scrooge chuckled to himself.

— What a good reason. — he looked up at the TV again. — Did you find that photo?

— YES!!! — all the triplets jumped up and one of the boys took out 'that photo'.

It was their first Halloween as a real family.

There were the newly hatched boys on it, Donald and himself.

Donald was dressed like a queen bee. The black and yellow dress, like an inverted flower bud, sat perfectly on him and created a truly royal look. And the same black and yellow makeup made him look more like a princess. And as an addition, Donald wore a homemade crown and black shoes.

They held the triplets in their arms in turn.

Donald held Louie, in a comfortable caterpillar suit, in his right hand. Huey, in a bee costume, was holding Scrooge himself in his left hand. And Dewey, in a butterfly costume, was sitting on both of his uncles' arms.

And Scrooge...

(Scrooge frowned in embarrassment when he saw himself)

Scrooge was dressed in a green suit, with a floral headband on his head and his sideburns were tied with the same floral elastic bands.

In principle, this photo would never have existed if Ludwig had not then come with Matilda to see the boys.

Matilda laughed non-stop, even when she calmed down, she continued to giggle. Ludwig's reaction didn't help; he was touched by them and said they were the cutest flower garden he had ever seen.

— Have you even seen this photo, Unca Scrooge? — Dewey turned the photo toward him and glared at it with disgust on his face.

— I hate this. — Louie crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue.

— Who sewed our costumes at all? They're disgusting! — As soon as Huey finished speaking, something broke and all four of them turned their heads in the direction of the sound.

It was a bowl, which now lay in fragments on the floor along with sweets.

But the one who broke it.. There was Donald.

He stood motionless, in the position when he held the bowl. His eyes were wide open and was on the verge of tears.

— Terrible?... — his voice was low because of a whisper and watery because of unshed tears.

Scrooge jumped up from the sofa and walked over to him, stepping over the shards.

— Donny, nephew! You're just in time, we found our old photo by the way! — he pulled Donald by the shoulders and showed him the photo. — Aren't we cute, mm?

— But... But the boys.. — Donald looked at his children again. They only lowered their heads in shame when they noticed their uncle's tears.

— They were joking! Yes, boys? — Scrooge hugged his nephew again.

— Of course! — the children immediately ran up to them, avoiding the shards. — We're just kidding!

— Y.. Yes?.. — they nodded their heads furiously — And you.. Don't you think I'm a bad seamstress?

— Of course not! — Scrooge intervened again. — You're a great seamstress, man! To be honest, this Halloween I wanted you to sew us costumes again!

— Really? — his voice gained hope.

— Yeah!

Donald 's face brightened.

He quickly wiped his eyes with his sleeve and looked at his uncle again.

— Well, you're in luck. — Scrooge and the boys looked at him questioningly. — I have something for you in the attic.

— ?

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— You look good, cousin. — Gladstone in a sorcerer's costume, praised Fethry.

— Hehe, I know! — Fetri was giggling and waving his vampire cloak.

— Have you boys seen Scrooge, Donald and the kids? I thought they were going to collect sweets with us. — Grandma Duck in a stuffed suit, came out with a basket for sweets. She came because she couldn't convince Gus to go with them.

— I think soon. — As soon as Gladstone finished, they heard someone coming. — See?

— Hey, are you all ready for a night of "Trick or treat"? — It was Donald's voice.

— Of course, we are! — grandma turned in his direction, but suddenly her eyes widened in surprise. She covered her beak with her hand to stifle laughter.

The cutest she'd ever seen was their first Halloween.

They were wearing the same theme again!

The boys came forward, embarrassed.

Dewey in a mermaid costume awkwardly washed his hand. His skirt was blue, which was decorated with red and yellow beads, especially a lot of it was on the hem. A T-shirt of a delicate sea-green color with drawings of shells. And cute makeup, with purple shadows and a light blue blush.

Louie stood in the middle of his brothers, his hands just as awkwardly hidden behind his back in his mermaid costume. He also had a floor-length skirt, but already green in color and the beads were pink and purple. T-shirt of soft turquoise color and with a pattern of starfish. And also light makeup with pink shadows and a light green blush.

And Huey, in a pirate costume, looked more confident than his brothers, but still awkward. He was wearing a black and white striped T-shirt with a burgundy sweatshirt on it and brown and red shorts. On one of his legs was a long brown knee-length sock with patterned lines to show that it was a wooden leg and a red and maroon bandana with white patterns. And like a true pirate, Huey held a sword.

Behind, but not too far away, were Donald and Scrooge. The last one, who was also dressed as a pirate!

Scrooge was wearing a white and black T-shirt and a deep red long jacket, brick-colored pants. On his head was a black pirate hat with a white skull and feather, and a black patch over one eye. However, he didn't have a sword or an ordinary cane, he was holding a candy basket.

So he held Donald's hand.

Donald himself was in a chest suit, although, without all the context, his costume looked more like a princess or something like that.

He was wearing a short brown dress, with the same short sleeves, while the rest was golden, or more precisely yellow, in color. The golden part of the skirt was also floor-length, but decorated with white, red, green and blue beads. The golden part of the sleeves was covered with glitter. And makeup with golden shadows and arrows on the eyes.

— You look... great together — Elvira could not hide her smile of emotion.

— Thank you, I tried! — Donald smiled proudly.

— Oh, yeah? — Gladstone decided not to say the joke that came into his head.

— You're all so cute! All the candies will be yours! — Fethry was still waving his cloak.

— Aww, thanks.

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— Trick or treat! — the children crowded around the door and pulled out their candy bags.

— What wonderful costumes! Keep your treats, darlings! — an elderly woman took sweets from a bowl and poured each child.

— Thanks! Happy Halloween! — the children fled to their parents and to other homes.

— Unca Donald, look! — Donald turned around and slightly bent down to the boys running up to him.

They all showed and showed off their sweets again.

— You'll run up to me after every house, won't you? — After the praise, he asked this question with a smile.

— Yes! — in response, the boys mockingly showed him their tongues.

Although it was awkward for them to walk like this at first, after a couple of houses they immediately got used to their costumes and calmly ran and had fun.

Donald had to hold Scrooge's hand because his cane didn't fit the suit (which was nonsense, the cane fit the suit), but he didn't complain much.

— After all, your suit suits you. — suddenly Scrooge said and Donald took a look away from the children.

— What?

— He suits you. Your suit. — he spoke calmly while eating his candy.

— Why did you say that all of a sudden? — A smile and a slight blush played on Donald's beak.

— Well.. — Scrooge hesitated a little. — You also make us happy. — he looked at his nephew and smiled. — And you're just as handsome.

Donald giggled.

— You want to go get some more candy, don't you? — Scrooge twitched.

— Yes, but! — he indignantly at the words — I'm trying to be nice, damn it! — he was outraged by this accusation, albeit true.

This time Donald laughed.

— Yeah, yeah.. — he wiped away a tear from laughing and leaned over to his uncle — Thank you.. — and kissed him on the cheek.

Scrooge froze for a moment, but still smiled.

— Happy Halloween, nephew.

— Happy Halloween, unckie.

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Happy Halloween!

Some ideas for fan fiction about Uncle Team:

"Wait... Do you love me?*

"Be more polite, please" this is not a threat, but a warning

"You can't do this, you're a kid!" "I'm 36!"

"Do you remember?!" full of tears of happiness

Something happens that makes Donald, out of old habit, jump on Scrooge out of fear. Scrooge won't let him go

"Beautiful..." Scrooge finds Donald in a dress

"Have you thought why Louie can swim in money?"

Donald chose Ludwig (a silly dispute between two uncles)

"You... Did you listen to me?!" Donald also needs to be reprimanded and he did it. Who knew the old miser was listening to him?

Donald is crying because of Scrooge. Featuring Downey and Fergus

Donald is tired and wants to cry

Donald is offended and does not talk to anyone and is silent all the time

Donald is late for work and out of habit kisses all the children. Everyone. Even an adult like Scrooge

Scrooge has a nightmare, fortunately for him, Donald is nearby

"Hey, my nephew thinks you're cute" "Can I get his number?" "Nah, we good" or how Scrooge is a typical dad, and Donald is a typical emo gay

Someone has asked Donald to dance, and while he is enjoying the dance, Scrooge does not take his eyes off them. Literally

"Your favorite color is yellow and green" "Yeah, and your blue" "Actually, pink"

Donald did not notice that he was singing, as well as the fact that Scrooge was killing everyone with a look

"And me?" again, Donald goes to work and kisses all the children goodbye again, but not Scrooge this time

"Hey, what are you looking at!?" On the beach, Donald decided to wear a bra instead of a Hawaiian shirt

During one of the adventures, Donald habitually took Scrooge by the hand so as not to get lost while he looks around

Donald tries puppy eyes

"Stop looking at me like that!" offended and angry scrooge

"Oops, sorry, it's not for you" "Wait- WHO IS THIS PHOTO FOR?!!"

Donald just wanted to see his dress while he and Scrooge were shopping

"I don't have the strength anymore..." *kiss* Or how Donald knows how to 'charge' Scrooge

"No." "But-" "You're too old to take me in your arms, Uncle!" Or Scrooge shows that even his century-old age does not change his physical strength

"I'm fine" "No"

"Give me a piece!" "No! Get out of the kitchen!" "This is my kitchen!" "I don't give a-!"

Donald laughs, Scrooge doesn't calm down

Donald swears and that's why Scrooge needs to spank him

With age, many things stop being bitter and nasty, like coffee and cigarettes. Scrooge would rather go bankrupt on milk and candy than let it continue

"I'm doing this because I feel sorry for Mrs. Bickley and I want to help her. AND STOP SMILING LIKE THAT" Scrooge finds Donald in his garden

Donald starts skipping meals due to being overweight and spends more time looking for work. Scrooge just wants to say that it's much nicer to squeeze

Everyone knew who Scrooge's favorite was among children, but no one knew Donald's favorite among adults. Donald is confused and now we get a LOT more affection

Donald wants a gentleman and now the boys regularly get kisses. Scrooge wants one too

Donald has a lot of notebooks with his songs, but only two have survived: empty and about Scrooge

Donald teases Scrooge that he will leave (to Glomdolnd or his boyfriends) and has gone too far

"Only for a while!" Donald's boat exploded during another invasion of his uncle's enemies on the mansion and now he is moving P. s. The boat cannot be restored

"You can't go on a date!" "Because I said so!" "Well, I'm sorry, Dad, but I'm going!"

Scrooge needs to go to an official party, but this dress is the only one that can fit him. "This dress is too revealing!"

The children decided to arrange a "fashion show" to help Uncle Donald decide which things should be thrown out and which ones should be left. Donald is too embarrassed (yes, he has dresses)

Angry Burrito Donald

The coolest thing is when Donald is already an adult and he becomes even more cute!

I'll write one day. And if not me, then I will pray for every fan fiction on these ideas

Perhaps I will add more is coming

I hope senpai notices me... @galoots

Will Poe DeSpell appear in your project?

*glances sideways at the episode titled the Miser and The Magicians*

“Any longer in that castle and your nephews,pinky and that whelp Lena are going to end up a snackula for Dracula and unfortunately I need that whelp alive”

and bonus one too:“You’re so selfish you know that, keeping information to yourself like you always do”

do you guys want to see a random line from a random episode(note this project is still mostly in the planning phase by my standards)

do you guys want to see a random line from a random episode(note this project is still mostly in the planning phase by my standards)

I'm getting better at drawing ducks! lets gooo, yes I wanna see these three met, is there a comic were they did? I think not but i can dream

Went to Canada’s Wonderland today and saw ducks in the river

I’m not proud of what I did when I got home...

>you open the door to the money bin and find two ducks making out >wyd

drunk homosexual ducks

Have I mentioned I love ducks?

Magicstone is the best duckverse ship idc

This was such a fun commission to do <3 <3

Delpad sketches by @lemo-ngrenade