I Love It How, When Donald Dances, He Lifts His Shirt Like A Dress.

I don't know I'm happy or not...

Duck people behold!

I made my first quiz!

Find out which duckverse character are you most like here

I’m not the only one who thinks Pete is hot, right?

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.

Okey, guys

I have question:

Who is Dolor?? lol, like, I tried to find out (i'm reading Paperinik's comics now) but I still didn't understand who he was?

can you answer, please? :_)

Donald, in his outburst of anger, who beat all the criminals: *stands and breathes heavily, all red with anger**

Phantom Blot: Well, I didn't think that the anger of this duck would be scarier than a mouse... We need to leave quickly and... Pete?

Pete, with a big black eye: *lies and looks at Donald with eyes full of love, ignoring all the words of the Fantom Blot*

Pete: Ha... I hope he likes flowers...

Shen: Can you shut up?! I do not want and will not try to make your father forgive me! He knows I'm sorry, but he doesn't have to forgive me! We are adults and we understand the difficulties of this situation, so don't let him forgive me if he doesn't want to!

Po: Then why did you even agree to correctional therapy?!

Shen: FOR TAI LUNG'S SAKE, OF COURSE!! I want to improve for Tai Lung! He is the love of my life! I've never loved anyone so much! All the things that I feel because of him are both so painful and pleasant.. I want him to get everything he deserved and he DESERVES more! And first of all, he deserves a good life! But he doesn't think so! I want to change to show that if even a bastard like me can improve, then why can't he?! It's important to me that he feels worthy of the best, because that's how it is! I love him!!

no one touch me or my comic relief characters ever again 😤

Tai Lung/Shen: I'M GOING TO LOVE YOU!!

Shen/Tai Lung: NO, I DON'T DESERVE IT!!

*Aggressive-cute hugs and kisses*

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.

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.