Donald:

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!!

I bet he looks like this because he's cold

Reading PK Avenger while listening to noir music for ambiance. 

PK Avenger issue #0

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

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

Po, who came to check how are going: You, guys wha-...

Kai holding Shen over his head:

Shen holding a broom upside down:

Tai Lung on the ceiling:

Po: . . .

Po: What the-

Kai: Wait.

Po: Just-

Shen: Let us explain everything.

Po: I'll go tell Shifu.

Tai Lung: No, wait! *falls directly on Kai and Shen*

Po: *ran away*

Shen: fuck

Kai and Tai lung in one voice: exactly

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

He's WHAT?!

Tbf, we all know the fate of Quackmore. He was beheaded by Peg Leg Pete.

Minishot for DonPete!

It's an ordinary evening at the House of Mouse.

The whole team was standing at the reception desk, on their long-awaited half-hour break. Well... More precisely, almost the whole team.

— Hey, what's the big idea?! — A familiar sullen and irritated quacking voice rang out.

Tired, Mickey perked up almost instantly and hurried to his friend.

— Donald, I'm so happy to see you! — Mouse reached out his arms to Donald to hug him, but stopped. Slowly, his eyes widened in shock.

Donald looked at his friends irritably with his hands on his hips, like an angry mom. But it wasn't his friend's angry expression that confused Mickey, not even his grove shirt, but... Hair?

— I hope you didn't call me back from vacation because you missed me. — Donald grumbled and walked closer to the group, crossing his arms over his chest. Noticing the strange looks of his friends, he lifted one, puzzled and indignant. — What?

— Squeak! — Mickey shuddered and swallowed quickly, coming to his senses. — Oh, nothing, it's just... — He started gesticulating strangely, trying to find the words so as not to offend Donald.

— Do you have hair? — ... But Goofy beat him to it..

Donald's eyes widened at the question, but then he frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.

— Of course I am! — He growled irritably, looking sternly at Goofy. — Did you think I was bald?

— Yes, actually! — Goofy nodded confidently while Daisy facepalmed.

Minnie took a deep breath to stifle her laughter and put her hand on the shoulder of the boiling duck.

— Calm down, Donny, Goofy just isn't used to what you have... Hairstyle. — She smiled reassuringly and a little awkwardly. — We all, actually...

Donald slowly calmed down from his girl friend's touch and her words and nodded.

— That's so..

— By the way, what's the point? — Daisy suddenly asked. She leaned forward, crossing her arms and leaning on the counter, one eyebrow raised in interest. — I mean, it's just impossible to grow hair that long in three days.

— Oh, yeah. — Donald nodded, twirling a lock of his curly and blond hair around his finger. — I asked Gyro to buy me shampoo, and he inadvertently gave me his invention, a shampoo for growing hair. And in the end, it worked.

All the friends nodded, accepting the explanation, knowing all too well that it was true.

— Can I touch your hair? They look so soft! — Minnie asked.

— Why, of course. — Donald shrugged his shoulders and almost immediately the mouse grabbed the duck's hair.. In a good way, she started feeling and stroking them.

Daisy rested her chin on her palm, watching the tenderness of her friend and ex and chuckled.

— You know.. I thought your hair would be straight, not curly. — She got a puzzled look from Donald with her comment.

Donald snorted and rolled his eyes at Daisy's comment and slapped Mickey's hand, forbidding him to touch his hair.

— You've seen my mom, Daisy, on the contrary, you should expect my hair to be curly. — He crossed his arms over his chest, looking critically at his ex.

Their bickering would have continued, but they were interrupted by new acquaintances..

— Well, well, well!~ — With a whist and a teasing greeting, none other than everyone's favorite (gay) Mortimer entered the club's doors! — I received a message about my dear friends' little problems and couldn't help but come.. And see! — he burst into laughter, which sounded comical because of his sibilance.

Pete came in behind him and grinned dirty, looking at the five friends. However, his smile faded when he noticed Donald. His ears drooped slightly, and his eyes stared at the duck, absorbing every detail without taking their eyes off for a second.

His target shifted uncomfortably and turned around, looking at the cat with a puzzled expression.

— What? — Don grunted rudely, feeling himself... a little embarrassed under Pete's gaze.

— You pretty. — Pete said bluntly, without hesitation and without taking his eyes off the duck, unconsciously attracting the attention of the others.

Donald was startled to hear these words. His eyes widened in surprise as a bright blush began to fill his cheeks.

— You... — Duck swallowed and looked down at the floor, tugging at the end of a lock of his hair. — Really think so?..

Pete nodded confidently. All this time, he did not take his eyes off the former sailor, practically devouring him with his eyes.

— Yeah.. Yes. — He nodded several times, confirming his words. — You like... The most beautiful mermaid what can be live...

Donald's eyes widened again upon hearing these words. He raised his head to meet Pete's gaze.

— Yeah? — He asked uncertainly, feeling his face start to burn brighter. After receiving another nod, Duck smiled gently and giggled. — Why, thank you... — He rubbed his neck in embarrassment, keeping eye contact with the big cat. — It's... The nicest thing so... You ever told me...

Donald coughed into his fist and still looked away.

— So... Anyway.. — He closed his eyes and opened them again, looking at Pete again, who continued to stare at the duck as if he was something beautiful — Thank you. I'm serious.

A slow smile began to grow on Pete's lips. Uncharacteristic of him.. gentle. As well as the soft look in his eyes.

— I just told the truth, don't take it too personally. — he shrugged casually, grinning with amusement. — Just warn me next time, or the shock will make me too cute. I need to keep my reputation. — A hoarse laugh came from the cat's throat as he pointed a finger pistol at Don.

The duck himself giggled and rolled his eyes. His usual cocky and confident expression appeared on his face. However, he didn't have time to reply..

— No! — Mickey's loud and hysterical scream rang out abruptly. Mouse quickly grabbed Donald and dragged him into the depths of the club at arm's length. — Nah-ah!

Pete remained standing while his mind slowly caught up with the unexpected scenario twist.

The remaining friends were also perplexed, but they quickly followed the suddenly flashing mouse anyway, leaving Mortimer and Pete alone with each other.

— Well.. — Mortimer mumbled, giving up trying to understand his opponent's sudden outburst. He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at Pete, raising one eyebrow. — I didn't know that you and Donald could not try to break each other up for more than... five minutes.

Pete chuckled, taking out another cigarette and lighting it.

— Well, you know what they say? My best friend is my sworn enemy. — he took a step back, ceasing to be a support for the rat, which caused it to fall to the floor with a squeak.

You literally killed me, you know...

Tbf, we all know the fate of Quackmore. He was beheaded by Peg Leg Pete.