A Little Fluff For The New Year, Don't Blame Me.

When you want to be a bottom, but everyone sees you like a top:

Shen, flirting with Tai Lung in a singsong voice: Oh, Tai Lung, Tai Lung~

Shen: Tell me, tell me this terrible secret.. What does it feel like to have such magnificent beauty that destroys stars, kills worlds and conquers the hearts of the gods with one smile?~

Tai Lung: Well... I don't know...

Shen opens his beak, but Tai Lung interrupts him with a wide smile and a slightly teasing tone.

Tai Lung: I thought YOU knew, but apparently you don't have a mirror~

Shen stares blankly at Tai Lung with his beak open

Shen: *realization*

Shen, blushing deeply: Oh god, my love...

Tai Lung smiling: What?

Shen: I AM the one who has to flirt all the time!

Tai Lung: Why is this so? I think you're being very sweetly embarrassed too~

Shen: For Lords sake...

Tai Lung laughs and twirls around Shen while the peacock blushes violently and tries to hide the blush behind his wings

Shen: Me and panda? Of course, I admit that he helped me pretty well and all that, but that doesn't make us friends! I just put up with him. Nothing special.

Po: Hey, Shen, why didn't you say you had berries? They are so delicious! Didn't want to share, huh? ~

Shen: *instantly* ARE YOU AN IDIOT OR ARE YOU?! THESE BERRIES ARE POISONOUS, I HID THEM ON PURPOSE!!

Shen: *grabs the medicine by the hand?A paw?* GET OUTSIDE QUICKLY, BEFORE YOU GET COMPLETELY POISONED.

Duck Avenger: Hm...

Paperinika: Hey, Avenger, what on your min-...

Spider*: Go kill yourself or something stupid pirate. He's my enemy.

The Raider: Bo-hoo, cry-cry kitty cat. He's my bitch and I have the witnesses.

Duck Avenger: I can take them both or I can't...

Paperinika: ?!

What did the duck avenger really mean: *Can he beat them both at the same time or not*

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Spider * — Pete's supervillain name is because of his four mechanical arms.

Scrooge kicks down the door: Are you fucking sex?!

Pete doing origami with Donald: Do we? Duckie, why didn't you tell me? I would put down the paper.

Piranha and Shark:

1.Day. Heterochromia

— Wow... — Donald whispered as he reached into Jose's cheek. — They are so... Beautiful — he reached up to her cheek and began to gently caress her while he was drowning in the eyes of his boyfriend.

Silence hung between the birds. They looked into each other's eyes with fascination and could not tear themselves away from each other.

Blue and brown eyes looked into his. And it was beautiful.

A gentle blue eye, as if the ocean was drawing him in. There were so many mysteries and so much beauty in it that he couldn't stop looking.

And the same gentle brown. It was as if the sweet chocolate that Donald adored so much made him want more. And he didn't really mind.

Donald was falling in love with every second.

And Jose...

Jose had never heard such words.

Everyone who saw his real eye color called him a freak.

He was afraid to show his blue eye, not knowing how his boyfriends would react.

"And how could I be afraid of such a cutie?" — Jose smiled.

— Jo? Are you okay? — Donald's worried voice brought him back to reality.

— Oh.. — when did he start crying?

Donald gently collected each tear, drying his cheeks with his sleeve.

Silence, like a warm blanket enveloped them, as if this moment could last forever.

— Carinos! — until the third boyfriend showed up.

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 !

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.

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!