#My oc Donald

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Trouble at Midnight

(Name’s Donald Harper Volte)

(Twenty Sixth Official Post)

(I don’t know if Harper counts as a yandere, but trigger warning for being buried alive, toxic relationships and violence.)

(Apologies for any grammar mistakes, I forgot to proofread, but I’ll fix it later.)

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        “Donnie what El infierno are you doing?” A sharp voice disturbs the silence of the darkened forest catching the attention of all nearby animals, including a young man named Donald. A stupid name in your opinion, but then again you think everything’s stupid. Donnie’s head pops out of a hole and swivels to your direction, mud and dirt stick to his face. A smile is one his face, a very menacing smile. “[Y/N]! You’re early!” He chirps, then crawls out of the rather deep hole. He dusts off his shorts and grabs a nearby shovel, he approaches you and hands the tool to you. “Temprano? Donnie, why’d you call me here?” You inquire brashly,  your patience running thin. 

       He doesn’t respond and instead urges you to grab the shovel, you exhale and yank the shovel from his hands. He giggles and drags you over to the hole. “Come on, we’ve got to finish before sunrise!” You groan, your arms already feeling tired and you haven’t even started digging. “Donnie, answer my question.” You respond firmly, making your way in front of him and preventing him from moving forward. He gasps, drops the shovel and puts his hands on his hips. Donald harrumphs and glares at you, but it’s hard to take him seriously. Which is why you start to chuckle, quietly at first and yet the longer you stare at his face the more you laugh.

     Of course, Donald never did like being laughed at and maybe that’s why he hit you over the head with his shovel, and then buried you alive. You were out for hours and when you woke up, you couldn’t see anything, you couldn’t move and you were freaking out. You claw blindly as you try to escape, you pray (despite how you feel about religion) that you’re going the right way. That you’ll be able to see the sky once again and when you do finally climb your way out, you’re greeted with the sight of a beautiful sky, and the rise of the sun. 

        Sadly your joy is short lived as Donald is there to greet you and this time he doesn’t hit with a rusted shovel. Nope, he smirks and approaches you, slowly as though to taunt you. You growl and lunge at him, or rather his feet because that’s all you can reach at the moment. He jumps back and giggle again. “[Y/N]! Don’t tease me right now! I’m trying to be serious.” Donald says, his tone is playful and it’s clear he doesn’t take this situation very seriously. You roll your eyes and slouch against the ground. Donnie smiles, overjoyed by your supposed obedience. He hesitantly approaches and then carefully crouches beside you. He pokes your face repeatedly, but then halts because you try to bite his finger. “Ouch! [Y/N]! You almost hurt me, hmph.” He crosses his arms and pouts, although it isn’t a serious pout and he starts giggling again. 

      You groan and begin to regret ever meeting Donnie. “Donnie, quit playing around! I’m mad at you.” You swat his hand and lay your head on the ground, it’s cold and somewhat refreshing. Donald harrumphs, again, and stops poking you. He crosses his legs and lifts your head into his lap, he sighs (strangely content) and runs his fingers through your hair. It’s silent and neither one of you volunteer to break that silence. You can hear the chirp of crickets and the hoot of owls, the wind blows and your guard lowers. You find yourself yawning and fighting sleep, which of course Donald finds funny and he starts giggling (quieter this time). You grumble, but bury your face in his lap. “Sorry [Y/N].” He apologizes, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. You tilt your head up to face him, your brows furrowed and a curious expression on your face. “For what?” Your say, after all being buried alive isn’t uncommon and he’s never apologized before. 

      He sighs and leans back, his right hand placed on the ground to keep him steady. He plays with your hair and a soft expression is seen on his face. “For hitting you with a shovel. Does it still hurt?” He gently touches your wound, causing you to wince and him to retract his hand. “Sorry, again, hehe!” Donald apologizes, giggling nervously as he does so. You huff and tell him not to worry about it. “It’s not a asunto importante, just get over it, Donnie.” He sighs again, but it’s a soft sigh, the sort of sigh a boy in love makes. You’re so forgiving and he loves you so very much, he doesn’t know what he’d do if you ever left. “Ah, [Y/N], you’re so nice to me. Keep that up and I won’t let you go.” He teases you with a giggle, but his words are sincere. You exhale, too exhausted to deal with Donald’s weirdness and way too hungry to care about how he feels. “Hmph, whatever Donnie…” You sigh and wrap your arms around his waist, unfortunately some dirt gets on his shirt, but he doesn’t care. 

     It’s peaceful and quiet for a moment, then Donnie begins to talk again. “[Y/N].” He starts, catching your attention. “Hm?” You respond. “Stop calling me Donnie, my name’s Harper.” He stops playing with your hair, tugs on it a bit and tilts your head up. A chill goes down your spine and you don’t even know why, Donnie, I mean Harper, isn’t that terrifying and you can take him in a fight. (Provided he doesn’t hit you with a shovel) “Did you hear me, [Y/N]?” He inquires, his tone playful and his smile gleeful. Yet, you have a feeling his joy is just a facade. 

       You clear your throat and nod (or try to, at least), but he wants a verbal confirmation. “What’s that, [Y/N]? I can’t hear you~” He draws out his words with a melodic tone. “Yeah, Don-Harper, I heard you.” You almost called him Donnie again, luckily you caught yourself. “Do you understand, honey?” Harper calling you honey is never good, it usually predates a violent outburst and extended time underground. “Yep, I understand Harper…”  You pliantly agree and try to hide your face in his lap. He giggles, amused by your behavior and lets go of your hair. He pats your head and smooths out your hair. “Sorry, honey, that was so mean of me.” He places a kiss on your temple, which causes you to shiver again, and then resumes running his hands through your tresses. “You’re so precious [Y/N], I don’t deserve you!” He giggles and leans on the ground, you groan as you readjust to follow his movements. He moves far too much for you to ever get comfortable. Although, despite the stillness of the night, you can’t let your guard down as you’re still recovering for his strange behavior.

Harper is so strange and you doubt you’ll ever understand him.

(So, I don’t know Spanish and used google translate for the Spanish you speak.)

(Also, sorry if it isn’t the best, i wrote this pretty quick and hopefully you’ll still enjoy it!)

[bachelorisland]

ducktales if it was epic

[narnour-momo-007]

Hhh

[diogxnxs]

Happy Father's Day to my favorite Single Mother, Donald Duck. I've put you in so many situations so I drew 'em all! First Panel: Huey, Dewey and Louie Second Panel: Desiree (White Mouse) and Eve (Black Duck) Third Panel: Ava, Bri and Cee. Fourth Panel: Quackmore and Sharkbomb from "Family is Family."

Being a parent alone is hard and it's harder to be a perfect one, but at least your heart is full of love.

[momokat]

2024's Highlights! Another year goes by

[puppppppppy]

vincent voice claim!! hes auggie and anton's son ^_^

VA: Catbug from Bravest Warriors, voiced by Sam Lavagnino

[starlingdrawz]

Mama Sol doodles for the soul

Commissions

[kbthebearcat]

Silly doodle I did a bit ago with @oathborngt’s Herne and my Donald. Herne likes to keep an EYE on Donald while he’s sleeping to protect him and make sure he’s okay. And what better way than to be right on his face staring at him until he wakes up!

[michellemouse]

I'm too lazy to explain each one so I'll just post this image as if nothing happened 🥱👩‍🦯‍➡️

[zhenni12]

If May and June had a little brother….

(His name’s not July/august/September bc Nova is a really cute nickname)

[the-east-art]

This- I- I can explain-

[nuvemzinhacorderosa]

Hi!! I decided to talk a little about my Duckverse OCs, with this old post I made on Instagram

(I don't post anything on Instagram anymore, I don't like that app.)

Anyway I hope you guys liked my OCs and my art I have a lot more OCs to share with you guys. Wen I’m ready 💕🩷💕🩷

[leakypipes]

@asktheartpone pony of hope in a time of great trouble for any minority in the U.S.

We will come together as one and fight and win against this evil

[diogxnxs]

Jose didn't wake up from a long nap, make Donald do the cooking, cleaning and laundry while convincing Panchito he did all of it just to tolerate the war crimes of children. Ah yes, the kids the Three Caballeros got from our Disneyverse tabletop game that was created through dice rolls: Ava, Bri and Cee. (ABC) Not their whole names because that's too long to even type down here. It didn't matter if there were no ducklings, they all got Donald's unholy temper.

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Epilogue MEDIC!

Hi friends, sorry I've been so absent I have the worst writing block at the moment and nothing seems to be coming to me. But I wrote this epilogue soon after I had finished the last chapter of MEDIC, but I forgot about it completely cause I was going to post it a little later. Well it's a little later (the next year) and here is the small ending to my favourite story ever! I miss you all hopefully I can get back to writing soon.

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“I am the matchmaker of the year!” Izzy boasted. I rolled my eyes but a laugh left my mouth before I could stop it. 

“You are not, we went on two dates!” I lied, we had spent days together. I had found him again, he was the same as the one I had known but he was born during the same time as me. But he shared the same soul, the same laugh, the same love as Don. 

There was no comparison between the two, this was my Don but born anew. He never knew our history but it didn’t mean he couldn’t feel it. We were drawn to each other from the moment we had met. 

“He already told you he loved you!” Izzy pointed out. On our second date we had gone out to dinner and then the date lasted three more days. He came home with me and never left. When we decided we should probably part ways and go to our jobs he had blurted out that he loved me. I didn’t hesitate to say it back. 

“Listen! When you know you know!” I blushed thinking of the man I loved. 

“When you know, you know what?” His voice sounded through the hallway. 

“Don!” Izzy and I both turned our heads in surprise. “I’m not finishing my shift for another 20 minutes!” But that didn’t stop from entering the nurses office and sitting beside me. 

“If the nurse in charge catches me.” I whispered, peering around the room to make sure Maria wasn’t here. 

“Don’t worry I already bribed her.” Don sent me a cheeky wink before pressing a kiss to my cheek. “I came to whisk you away for a magical getaway.” 

“But I have work tomorrow.” I was concerned he hadn’t thought this through. 

“Maria!” Don called, the older nurse poked her head from the office. “Does Em have work tomorrow?” 

“No, she booked in for annual leave for a week.” Maria smiled looking pleased with herself. 

“What?!” I glanced between the two. “How did- How?” 

“Don’t worry your pretty head.” His lips found my forehead. I smiled up at him, and my heart swelled. 

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“I’m nervous.” I whispered as Izzy, Lyla and Ellie led me through the empty foyer. 

“Why on earth are you nervous?” Ellie asked, we had formed a tight friend group.

They were the girls I held dear, each of them took up a space in my heart. We have been friends now for three years. I knew all of them well, like the back of my hand. 

“Cause you’re all acting suspicious.” I noted as they all shared a knowing smile. “What are you hiding from me?” 

“Nothing, stop fussing.” Lyla smoothed down my dress at the back. They had insisted we all dressed up fancy for dinner, we never dressed up, or went anywhere fancy. We were always too tired from work and enjoyed staying at home in our pj’s and ordering in, so this was out of the ordinary. 

The group led me through the empty building, the museum Don and I had been to so many times for our dates. We just enjoyed getting lost and settling into a corner, watching the world pass by. 

Flower petals scattered the floor as the girls urged me forward but didn’t follow. 

“Keep going.” They ushered me away. 

A swell of music sounded as I walked closer and the petals still scattered the floor. I gasped as I stepped into my favourite room, the stained glass window was lit by candles and at the centre of it all was Don. He smiled nervously at me as I approached. 

“What is all this?” I asked as I came closer. My heart leapt into my throat as I watched him take a knee. 

“Emily Lane. I have never believed in love at first sight but you proved me wrong. From the moment I set my sights on you, you have captured my attention. Your wit, your beauty, your kindness, those are only a few of the things that have a hold on me. I believe your soul was made for mine, I have never known another person like you, and I never wish to know anyone again. You are all I need and more. Would you make me the happiest man on this earth and marry me?” Don spoke as he pulled out a small velvet box from his pocket. 

Tears spilled from my eyes as I nodded my head frantically. “Yes! A thousand times yes!” I lunged into him causing him to lose his footing and we crashed to the floor. I peppered his face with a million kisses as we both cried and laughed. 

“Let me put the ring on!” He said as we righted ourselves. Sitting on the floor in our favourite place he slid on the most beautiful silver ring onto my finger. 

“Do you like it?” Don asked, peering down at the jewellery. 

“Like it? I love it!” I tackled him again into my arms. The squeals of delight pulled us from our celebration. The girls clattered around the corner as well as his family and our shared friends. I had never been happier in my life.  

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“I hope to find you in every lifetime, now and forever.” Don read his vows as I cried. He didn’t even know the significance of the words he spoke, but I did. I knew we were made for each other and that the vow he had made would be upheld, even if we didn’t realise it. 

“Do you, Donald George Malarkey, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” The officiant asked Don. 

“I do!” He nodded eagerly as I laughed. 

“Do you, Emily Marlena Lane, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The officiant turned to me. 

“I do!” I smiled brightly at the love of my life, as our friends and family watched. But it didn’t matter who was here, as long as we were together I knew everything was perfect. 

“I now pronounce you husband and wife!” We couldn’t even wait for the man to finish, our lips collided as we shared our first kiss as a married couple. As husband and wife. The crowd cheered and clapped, but they faded into the background. All I could see was him. 

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The hot summer sun beat down as we rocked in our chairs. Our hands were intertwined as we watched our grandchildren and grown children frolic in the long grass. 

“I think we did pretty good. Huh, Em?” Don squeezed my hand. I glanced over to my aged husband, we had made all of our dreams come true, I got to grow old with the man I loved. 

“We did.” I lent over to place a soft kiss on his cheek. “There is nowhere else I would rather be.” 

“I love you, Em.” Don whispered softly. 

“Not as much as I love you.” I sighed in content.

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