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War of Change

Set 1 year ago. Donald bought a house and has issues settling in. @daisygoeslive is there to help.

TW: PTSD, Panic Attacks 

Donald had scrambled out of bed, grabbed the knife he kept under his pillow and slid into the first door he saw. He’d managed to grab his phone along the way off the bedside table as he took stock of his surroundings. His breathing was coming out in uneven pants, as he scanned the room from what he now realized was a closet. He kept the door almost closed managing to look through the crack and clutching the knife in hand. Looking around, it was obviously a bedroom, though he didn’t recognize it. Where was he? How had he ended up here? 

Thoughts racing he could feel himself getting even more frantic in breathing. It felt like he was suffocating, glancing down between the knife and phone he weighed his options. With one hand he barely managed to set up a video call still struggling with his breathing. It felt like an eternity staring at the loading screen and a small dark square in the corner. The lack of light in the closet made him look half shadowed only being lit by the phone itself. 

“There better be a good reason you’re calling at 3 in the am,”  a groggy and annoyed voice mumbled, “Seriously, some of us actually take our education seriously.” 

He wanted to make a snide remark at her but no words came out. His fist tightened on the knife as he struggled to get anything out. A few gasps slit out as his phone hand shook, unable to speak clearly, and he was still not getting enough oxygen it felt like. 

“Donald?” Daisy questioned voice switching to one of concern, “Hey, what’s going?” 

He wanted to answer her, no he needed to answer but words weren’t coming out. Why couldn’t he talk? For a minute he felt like he was sinking, like he was drowning, which wasn’t a pleasant memory. Was he going to die? In some random fucking closet of all places? Wouldn’t that be the joke of the century he thought bitterly. 

“Donnie! Hey look at me...please,” his eyes jerked open, when had he closed them? Staring at the screen he could now clearly see her, and himself looking pale and ghastly in the corner thanks to the phone lighting. Her mouth was set in a firm line but her eyes were full of concern and maybe a little bit of fear. 

Daisy never talked to him in a soft voice, not unless it was bad. But she was now when she went through checks with him. He saw the twitch in her lips when he mentioned having a knife. It was a temporary safety blanket, he hated to admit how he missed having a gun when he first came back from the Navy. Those he had in a safe, only taken out for the gun range, reserve training, or hunting. Even a year later and he still didn’t feel completely at ease without some time of weapon close by.

“I don’t...I don’t know where I am,” he grumbled once she helped him get his breathing back on track, “I’m not at Tito’s or Minka’s...or yours obviously, and this ain’t Scrooge’s big ass house...I don’t..I.” Trailing off he took a shuddering breath trying to keep himself from spiraling again. 

“Do you remember what we finished doing today?” she asked still in that same soft voice she only used with him. 

He shook his head before realizing she couldn’t see him, “No..”

“We got the last of your boxes from your apartment, you’re in the new house now. That’s your room, now. There’s a lamp on your bedside table, the bottom of it is a boat.” 

He took a peak from the closet and sure enough there was the lamp exactly as she described. With her encouragement he slowly crawled out, one hand clutching the phone and the other on his knife. Moving to stand he glanced around the room with Daisy pointing out things to remind him of how they had decorated his room. It was something that helped to ground him, knowing exactly what his space looked like. That and he trusted her, if she told him this was his room, then he believed it. 

Making his way to the bed he sat down setting the knife on the bedside table. It was slowly coming back to him now that he was more calm. He wanted a bigger place to be able to have his cousins over than his cramped apartment. Scrooge had offered to buy him a house, but Donald had turned him down. Over the last year he had rebonded with his family but he still wanted to have control over his life. Which was why he took out a loan with the Navy and bought a house, a 3 bed 2.5 bath. It was a simple two story, but it was all his and he’d have plenty of room to let his 3 younger cousins run amok in it. He was planning on remodeling the basement to turn it into a hangout for them and also a place where the three could crash and sleep. 

“How are you feeling,” Daisy asked, bringing him back to the present. 

“Like I got hit by a truck,” he replied opting for honesty. 

“You should sleep, you don’t have class until 10 so you can get a bit more now.”

“I don’t know if I can.” 

“Lay down, I got a paper on the impact of the printing press on American schooling,  I can read you.” 

Laying down he propped his phone up so he could see her watching as she grabbed her laptop and set her own phone up. As she read he could feel his eyes growing heavy and yawned, it wasn’t the first time she’d read or stayed up to help him. In the past he would have fought her, but now, now he appreciated it for what it was. 

“I love you,” he mumbled as he could feel himself struggling to stay awake.

“I love you too, sleep,” she ordered firmly. And he did. 

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minniehq​:

Minnie really did try to get around to everyone but sometimes people either talked too much or she was all talked out and she didn’t get to those whom she missed out on; “Awww I’m sorry but look we are talking now so that kind of makes up for it right?” Minnie rocked up on the balls of her feet as she spoke something she did when she was in a rather good mood or just generally happy to be around others; “Oh no me too like yes I love the glamorous life style but usually if it’s just me and a bunch of pretentious old people I will try to pass but my parents make me go. I’m like a cat in a bath tub” laughing lightly with the other.

“But you did say that you didn’t go unless you knew someone at the parties right-…Is it usually the same person or different each time?” she had a feeling that he was more involved with Daisy then he or she ( Daisy ) led on and that could be considering she had seen him at Parties and Daisy had mentioned him before - along with her other friends - but there was this gut feeling that since he wasn’t very talkative or communative with her that maybe he was hiding something from her - or at least that’s how her brain works anyways. “Oh boy that;s a harsh threat, how did you handle that one?”

“I mean like I said my Uncle usually drags me there, he’s the one that’s friends with everyone there,” he replied wondering why it mattered so much who he was there for. Most of the time parties were even worse considering he couldn’t spend time with the one person he wanted to. “That or my cousin Gaddiel, he and Daisy are like besties or whatever,” he said shrugging. To be fair it wasn’t like he went looking for Gaddiel, the guy would find him and as much as he was loathe to admit it he did like hanging out with him. 

He raised a brow when she rolled by his question, usually conversations meant going back and forth but this was feeling more like a one sides questionnaire. “Learned how to whistle so I could do it even without the flute,” he said a smirk on his face. Tito had threatened him but Donald could take him in a fight. They were getting closer to the practice room hall though he was curious as to how long she’d tag along with him

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minniehq​:

As soon as he mentioned he wasn’t very social it kind of made a lot of sense now, because even though Minnie didn’t favour parties a whole lot she still socialised and she tried to socialise with everyone because if she didn’t then she felt like she was being rude and she didn’t want to be rude; “Oh I see that makes sense, I’ve most likely communicated with them then, because when I go to parties I have a ‘everyone get’s a turn’ mentality” laughing lightly in an attempt to try and not make things awkwardly between the two.

“Gaddiel-… unique name, might want to seek him out but I was mainly joking-… about the wishes thing. I mean wishes don’t really exist right?” and if they did then she was severely missing out; “Oh that’s on the way to the textures room, I have fashion design in there!” picking up that he mentioned music education; “Oh! What do you play? Anything exciting?” leading the way and starting to walk matching her pace to his as they did.

“Guess I don’t fall under everyone,” he replied casually though it wasn’t like he wasn’t use to it. Blending in at parties had been easy when he was younger, and the Navy stint had helped him become even less known. Which had become an even better skill when it came to trying to find moments alone with one girl in particular. “Parties aren’t really my scene in general, not unless someone I know is going.” 

“If you ask him they do, he gets anything he wishes for,” he replied shrugging lightly. He couldn’t think of a single thing Gaddiel had asked for and hadn’t immediately been handled soon after. Fashion design, that fit he thought glancing at her briefly as they walked. “Oh yea, how long you been in that degree?” he asked still trying to be polite. “Currently taking drumming classes, partly cause my friends threatened to break my flute last semester if I didn’t stop annoying them.” 

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luckofaduck​:

“More for me then” Gaddiel shrugged as his hand was pushed back towards him, and he took a second to pop the torn off piece of eclair in his mouth. “I was supposed to go pick up my car today, but that’s not happening, so no I have no plans for today.” he followed him towards the door 

“Lucky you,” he grumbled, though after so many years of saying it the quip had lost any real malice or bark to it. Walking out with him, he turned to look at him quizzically swallowing another bite, “The hell happened to your car?” his eyes scanning his cousin even if he doubted he’d have any injuries from anything related to an accident. 

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minniehq​:

Minnie actually wasn’t aware that she had met Donald before, and he was at Daisy’s parties? Why hadn’t she introduced her to him sooner if they were at the same party? This was so bizarre but she decided not to think too much of it as she pressed her lips together allowing the weight of her hair to drop behind her shoulder; “Have you been to a lot of their parties? Because I don’t think I’ve seen you there?” then again she probably wasn’t looking all that hard.

“Ha, very funny.” she laughed it off because she had some sort of hunch that he didn’t want to be around her and that was probably because he knew that Daisy and her had a fight and if that was true - which she could only assume here - that meant that Donald and Daisy were closer as friends or too each other then she was originally lead on to believe but then again, these were only assumptions and couldn’t be taken as anything else; “If you could grant me wishes you might want to take a seat because I have a extremely long list-… but let me walk you to your class. What is it that you study again?”

Donald didn’t make it a habit at doing small talk, while he didn’t mumble and grumble nearly as much as when he was a kid, he still wasn’t a fan of it. “I mean yea?” he replied more than a bit confused how she really had no idea who he was. “My Uncle Scrooge dragged me and my sister to all of them,” he clarified. Since meeting Daisy he’d probably gone to the parties even less, more so to avoid his own family at first. “I wasn’t very sociable, my sister and Uncle are the one everyone wanted to talk to,” he loved his uncle he did, but the man’s personality was still as overbearing as ever. 

“If you have a whole list, might want my cousin, Gaddiel, he could probably work something out for ya,” he said. He was trying his best to make the small talk work, if for nothing else he didn’t feel like being rude with someone he barely knew. Shrugging he said, “I’m actually headed to the practice room, got a reservation for an hour. I’m in music education. You?”

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luckofaduck​:

“Nothing that comes to mind, cuz.” he reached into the bag to pull the eclair out taking a bite “Oh this is good. Want a piece?” he asked, tearing some off, holding it out for Donald “Come on, Donald you know you want it” he smirked speaking in a slight sing-song manner.

Rolling his eyes Donald reached for Gaddiel’s hand before pushing it back towards his own face. “I don’t even want to know where these hands have been,” he quipped. Resigning himself to a less than quiet lunch he motioned Gaddiel towards the door. “Should I even bother asking if you have plans or has fate not shown you the way yet?” 

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ignaciodetito​:

DONALD

Tito snorted, hardly bothered by his friend’s annoyance. If anything, Donald’s irritation fueled him- an energy drink in the form of a disgruntled giant. “There’s no way you didn’t text her at least once during that shit show. Try a different argument. Besides,” he twisted on his stool, both to better face Donald and to make eye contact with the blonde behind him. “Consider this your way of thanking me for the fact that not once have I ever made a move on Della… or on Daisy for that matter.” Tito’s whole life philosophy was based upon seeing if women might be both interested in him and interesting enough to pursue, not even trying was the ultimate sacrifice.

“I gave them the address, they could’ve looked it up.” His words now a grumble, aware that he might have fucked up, just a little. But no where near admitting it. The fact that he slid a handful of bills to cover both drinks was clear enough. “Look, next time will be better. I swear. Or-” his smile bloomed once again, “I’ll take out Georgette, and there won’t be a next time.”

“I’ll have you know I was the perfect gentleman tonight, even if all I got in return was tears over some ex,” Donald quipped back. Part of being a wingman always meant trying to woo the other half enough to give Tito alone time with his own date. At the mention of Daisy again, he took a swig of his beer. “First off, Della is way too much for you. Now I love you, but she’d eat you alive,” taking another swig he shook his head, “As for Daisy, that’s between you two. I’m not her keeper.” Technically not a lie, if he ever tried the jealous boyfriend act he’d end up with a fist in his face. Nor did he ever really feel the need to act that way with her. 

Rolling his eyes he gave a playful shove at the other, this was the closest he’d get to Tito admitting to fucking up. “Jesus, you still on that?” though he wasn’t sure why he bothered asking. It be like asking if the sky was still blue. “Just make sure to have dietary restrictions known before you pick where to go. She’s probably on the Keto craze.” 

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Happy Pride Month:  💗💜💙/ 💛🤍💜🖤 

Donald De Patos - Disaster Bisexual / Functional NB

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🖤- For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse (Gaddiel)

Have a regular Christmas like when he was younger, with Uncle Scrooge and the rest of the older cousin crew now with younger cousins added in. Just do the boring family stuff like movies and hot chocolate with nothing weird happening. 

Go the casino and let him go wild at the roulette wheel. 

@luckofaduck

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📔👻🏹

📔- For a secret sketchbook they keep (Bonus: Share a sketch or doodle within it!)

He doesn’t have a sketchbook, just doodles around the sides of his notebooks that are random shapes. He spaces out in class and just draws random lines to see what it makes. 

👻- For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone

Not necessarily something they refuse to talk about, but during part of his enlistment he did see and do things he’s not comfortable talking about. It’s part of why he started going to VA meetings so he could talk about it with people who understand. He struggles with PTSD and his temper, and is currently in therapy to work through it. 

🏹- For a talent they wish they had

Gaddiel’s luck. 

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👁‍🗨🍻

👁‍🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike

Probably his cousin, Gaddiel, as much as the guy can annoy him. And boy can he be annoying and Donald can get aggravated over the luck bullshit. But at the end of the day that’s his cousin, and he loves the guy. And maybe he kinda does like that his cousin actually seems to want to hang out with him. There’s still a small part of him that remembers when he was younger and he thought Gaddiel was the coolest. He’ll deny any of this if asked. 

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🍻- For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about

When he met Tito at school it was after the two got in a fist fight, while sitting outside the principal’s office they ended up somehow becoming friends. He never told Scrooge about the fight or detentions, mostly cause he didn’t want to end up being home schooled again. Also he finally had his own friend outside the family and didn’t want to lose that.

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🖤- For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse

Take her out on a proper date, instead of having to drive over an hour out for one. Be able to introduce her to his family and meet hers. Actually be able to support her publicly, hell he’d settle for just being able to hold her hand. Be able to ask her to move in with him.

Go mini golfing just to be able to see her get mad.

@daisygoeslive

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🍻- For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about

Growing up under Scrooge there’s a lot his parents don’t know about. Neither he or Della has confessed over the plane incident to Scrooge. While his suspicions might be right, he’s taking that one to his grave. 

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Aesthetic: Daisy Waddles + Donald De Patos

Our secret moments in your crowded room They’ve got no idea about me and you There is an indentation in the shape of you Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation My hands are shaking from holding back from you

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luckofaduck​:

“Hmm chocolate is usually a safe bet” he mused, making a little hmm sound as he focused in on the eclairs. “There are the muffins though” The line moved again and then once more before Gaddiel was sauntering up to the kid behind the counter taking orders and checking the customers out. “One chocolate eclair” he reached into his pocket to hand over the money to the kid. After putting his change in his pocket he drummed on the counter a little, turning to say something to his cousin when the boy had returned with the bag with the eclair. “Oh, thanks, kid” he took it, and slid to the side waiting on Donald.

“How are you so indecisive,” Donald grumbled, “Literally whatever you choose always turns out right.” After mentioning eclairs Donald was starting to crave one as well, though as luck would have it, Gaddiel had of course gotten the last one. “Typical,” he mumbled before ordering a muffin, after paying he raised a brow when he spotted Gaddiel waiting for him after he got his order. “Any other big life decisions you need my help with?” 

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minniehq​:

Minnie would hate to admit she was being nosy but she was, that’s exactly what she was doing but she felt like she had a right too or had to do this because if Daisy wasn’t going to tell her about the people in her life then perhaps she should do it on her own. That’s how things were going to be now right? By herself? Donald on first impressions didn’t seem like someone Daisy would hang out with or around, not because Minnie cared about first impressions or how people looked on the outer exterior but because they were so black and white, ying and yang and she didn’t know how close they were or if they were even in communication before but from right now she assumed they were on opposite spectrums of each other.

“Oh so you know?-… about me?” that question had two meanings, one being that he knew about her in general and as a person and two being that he knew about the fight and if he knew about the fight that meant then Daisy and Donald were closer then meets the eye but the question was simple enough for him to answer how he wanted; “I just wanted to meet the famous Donald-… heard so much about you” that was also a lie but it was usually one that got them talking and that was what Minnie wanted right now.

Donald blinked before slowly nodding, “Uh yea?” he stated simply, “Your family is always at the Waddles parties same as mine.” Could he have called her Daisy’s best friend, yea, but they were fighting and he was avoiding that drama bomb. Besides that he learned the less he mentioned Daisy, the less people thought they got along. It was better to go with the safe option of his Uncle or even Gaddiel. Those two new everyone practically. 

 At the famous line he couldn’t help but frown a bit. Nothing against her but being called famous Donald rubbed him wrong. To similar to how people tended to react after talking with his Uncle. “Well you met me, any other wishes I can grant for ya?”

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daisygoeslive​:

Daisy intentionally looked away when she could feel him watching her, sipping her coffee and silently preparing her ‘yes, I’m fine and no, I don’t want to talk about it’ speech in her head, just in case he actually tried to bring up her fight with Minnie. But of course he didn’t, and the fact that he knew better than to even try to talk to her about it now almost managed to bring a smile to her face. Almost.

Looking back at Donald, she let out an indignant gasp when he kicked her under the table, eyebrows furrowing dramatically as she huffed and happily returned the favour. Granted, her kick was a little harder than his, but not that much harder. “I know your name,” she argued back, even though she knew that it was a technicality and didn’t really help her prove her point. “And I look at you all the time. You have a tendency to pull my focus.”

He saw the brief twitch on her lips, almost a smile he thought smugly, hiding his own smile as he took another sip. Grunting when she kicked him back, he grabbed the eraser from next to his notebook and threw it lightly at her, watching as it bounced off her arm back onto the table. Was it childish, maybe. Did he feel satisfied, yes. 

“I barely qualify as one,” he deadpanned, while it was a bit self deprecating, his need to win the argument trumped his own pride. Raising a brow, he felt his lips twitch, a smile almost forming on his face. “Well lucky me then,” he said, “Never realized I subscribed to Daisy’s daily criticisms and reviews.”