#Paperina

[patemi-pk]

Stefano Zanchi is an artist to be cherished.

[paolodelorenzi]

[topina12]

I love making disney characters take themselves seriously

[custode-di-colle-fosco]

Like uncle like nephew

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Grandma: Scrooge! You said you couldn't come, and then instead here you are! How nice! Thank you!

Scrooge: The secret for not wasting money on useless presents is to make your own presence look like the best of gifts...

Donald: If you really want to surprise the girl of your life... The secret is to remember about Valentines day only every now and then.

[ducktoonsfanart]

Melissa Duck and Daisy Duck as Mermaids - Disney and Looney Tunes - Duckverse - My Old Drawings

I know that Mermay is long gone, and I don't really like to upload my old drawings, but I haven't uploaded a drawing I did two years ago on Tumblr, so I'm uploading it here just in case and primarily because of my Melissa Duck drawing . Yes, a friend on Deviantart asked me to draw Melissa Duck as a mermaid so I drew her, in my own way in my own style, otherwise for those who don't know Melissa Duck is one of Daffy's girlfriends like Daisy is one of Donald's.

On December 1, 1945, in the classic short "Nasty Quacks", the prototype of the character who would later become Melissa Duck appears for the first time and she is Daffy's girlfriend. Her real character was created in the classic short "The Scarlet Pumpernickel", on the 4th of 1950. I drew her as a mermaid, with white feathers and white bras, but she's basically yellow. Unfortunately, she rarely appeared in Looney Tunes cartoons. I hope it will appear more often in the future.

The second drawing is the same old drawing of Daisy Duck as a mermaid from two years ago, and I posted it on the occasion of Daisy's birthday which is celebrated on June 7th. It didn't turn out very well, but I hope that there will be drawings of the two of them soon, as well as other characters like mermaids, because after all it is summer time and time for a good vacation and traveling over and under the sea. I hope you like these drawings and feel free to like and reblog this! And happy belated birthday Daisy Duck.

[gregor-samsung]

Topolino e la scatola dei 100 anni (Testo di Massimo Marconi, disegni di Silvio Camboni; pubblicato su Topolino n° 1997, 1994)

[angelina8611]

forgot to show you these

Well I made Donald daisy Mickey and Minnie in gacha

[fantasticenthusiasttale]

I was thinking, Donald Duck is called "Paperino" in italian, in the same way Daisy Duck got "Paperina", and if you work logic on that, you will see that is like, in english, their names were "Donald" and "Donalda"!! Italian Donald shows up in home with his girlfriend for the first time and Della is like DAFUQ

AND IT HAPPENS because in portuguese, Grandma Duck's real name is Donalda! So, yeah, Mrs. Donalda raised her grandson Donald (that by the way was probably named by his dad Quackmore in honor of his own mother)!!

[un-mei-no-akai-ito]

Disegnando..

@un-mei-no-akai-ito// (03.08.24 h 20:03)// @un-mei-no-akai-ito

[cecy83]

[laragazzafortesworld2]

[patemi-pk]

Initially W.i.t.c.h. was supposed to be centered around Daisy and her magical friends, a story to be published on the female-oriented "Minni" monthly title.

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[mariposasky]

Ho pensato di creare una playlist legata alla fanfiction "Scomparso" e tutti i capitoli separati (mi diverte scegliere le canzoni a seconda del loro testo). https://archiveofourown.org/works/16591724?view_full_work=true

Qui di seguito una delle canzoni e la sua traduzione in inglese. Sul fondo invece la playlist con tutte le altre canzoni (pian piano le inserirò tutte).

"Two Drifters"

I feel like I've wandered into a strange country

Everyone speaks in the language of embellished lies

With no one to hold my hand

I'm struggling to find you

On the news of someone who has died

The kind people wept

At the sight of someone who crawled to live

They clucked their tongues

Where am I now?

I want to breathe with you

I want to swim through this world with you

Till we drift to some place faraway

Till we can laugh in a world we've never seen

If I could just hold hands only with you

If I could just endure the nights only with you

Even if there's nothing to believe in

Even if we're no more than two lonely things

I feel like I've been thrown out into the empty outer space

I got insensible to my surroundings

Like a baby whose umbilical cord has been cut

I'm biting at the loneliness I just learned

The tragedy that took place across the sea

People showed mercy to and sympathized with

And yet, they can hurt someone who speaks the same language

How can they laugh at that?

How can they say that they are “alive” ?

No one can live alone

No one can bear the weight of grief alone

Shivering in the freezing building wind

Exhaling to warm my numb heart

If I could be a little kinder than

I am now If I were not afraid to connect with someone

Even if I'm tormented by invisible malices

Even if I'm not right

Across that moon river

Little by little we go, wandering

Because I want to see many worlds with you

I don't need a signpost

With you next to me

And I'm right here

I want to breathe with you

I want to swim through this world with you

Till we drift to some place faraway

Till we can laugh in a world we've never seen

If I could just hold hands only with you

If I could just endure the nights only with you

Even if there's nothing to believe in

Even if we're no more than two lonely things

With you, I can live

[topina12]

Just wanted to share a cute sketch

[blackghostm2o]

New Phantom Ramblings post >:), this is a strange one. For the 150 years of the Palais Garnier, here in Italy, we have a story inspired by PotO on the Topolino magazine.

I learned about this from this post by @ineffablekink (ty btw) and was really curious, so I bought the magazines (the story is divided into 2 acts, sly… Really sly)

First part here (n. 3606)

And second here (n. 3607)

It is really cute, I really like the designs of the different characters.

- Raoul de Gastogny: doesn’t really do much here, ngl (like his 1989 and 1990 counterparts lmfao). Tho I love his design <333

- Paperine Daaè: obviously Daisy (here called Paperina). I really like her too, really chill about the whole Phantom deal (you’ll see why).

- The directors (Left: Moncharmin Du Paperon, Right: Rockchard Firmin): these two at first hate their guts, because the want to be the only owner of the opera house. Funny af. Firmin rigged the “contract” and that’s why he was able to take a part of the Opera House.

- Paperoga (I’m not really fond of his design): here he still works for the shah and is his ambassador. He is instructed to bring Erik’s opera to the shah (an opera about THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA, lmfao)

- Ameliotta (with a pet crow <3): she is an asshole and tried to poison Christine (like her 1990 counterpart). She can sing well only because she uses a potion (and the crow is a familiar, so she’s a witch? Idk)

- The Phantom/ Erik Leroux (heh, I do like that they gave him Gaston Leroux’s surname)/ Donàld: not disfigured. Used to compose for the shah, lost his inspiration so he started travelling around the world and stopped here, working with Bouquet, to see music from another prospective. Saw the unjust acts of Carlotta and Firmin and decided to create the OG to bring them to justice (strange, really strange haha)

I do really like the Phantom’s design <333. As you can see this story goes on it’s own way and is not totally an adaptation. I enjoyed the nods to the musical.

This is the equivalent of the Chandelier crash, btw:

As I said I do like these designs, so I’ll probably try to draw something about this while trying to stay more close to the original story.

[ramblingoak]

A lil sneak peek...

of Copia on ICE! part two ✨

Check out Copia on ICE! part one if you haven't yet!

Copia x Female Reader ~ Winter Olympics AU ~ At what would probably be your final Winter Olympics you needed to focus on realizing your dream of winning gold. You definitely didn't need to start a whirlwind romance with world famous speed skater Copia Emeritus…

Warnings: Copia being a tease, sfw, about 1k words (thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers!), not gonna use the tag list since it's just a tease :)

Balance…Precision…Speed…

Copia trailed his fingers along the ice as he took the turn, deftly gliding around until he hit the straightaway again.  He pushed off harder on his feet, pumping his legs to gain as much speed as possible before hitting the next turn and doing it all over again.  It was late and he was the only one on the ice but that's how he preferred it.  He didn’t have to worry about anyone else being in the way or anyone else trying to talk to him.  It was just him, the ice and the dream of another gold.

Well, and you of course.

He looked up into the stands to see you exactly where he’d left you.  His garish Team Italy coat was draped over your shoulders while your own coat was laying across your legs.  Copia had meant to watch you practice for your long program but unfortunately his coach had forced him into doing a handful of interviews. Two hours of answering the same damn questions over and over:  Are you really retiring? What will you do if you don't get gold in your last events?

There was one reporter however that had chosen a different topic to focus on, catching Copia and his coach off guard.  Apparently he had been there at the end of the women’s short skate event and was all too eager to ask about his relationship with you.  Copia had to keep insisting that you were a 'family friend' but they weren't buying it.  They had kept trying to get Copia to admit there was a relationship, to admit that there was something between you two, before Copia finally had enough and walked out.

He glanced back your way, watching as you got butter and salt all over your face as you ate the soft pretzel he had given you.  He had to bite down on his lip to stop from laughing, you looked like a damned chipmunk.  Copia might have played dumb to the reporter but that was only because he hated having his personal life published all over the place.  He preferred to keep things private.  Especially when things were still so new between the two of you.  

He skated towards the wall to get your attention, deciding that he had practiced enough for the night.  You grinned when you met his eyes, waving your pretzel back and forth in the air.  Copia couldn’t help but wave back, throwing you a wink before he pointed towards the locker rooms and held up five fingers.  He needed to clean up and take you out for a proper meal.  There had to be one decent Italian restaurant around here.

At the very least he wanted to feed you something besides pretzels.

Copia exited the rink, quickly getting his blade guards on so he could enter the locker room.  He found himself grinning as he thought of you sitting in the stands, content to watch him practice for a few hours.  He couldn’t help but think next of how happy you looked yesterday when you had finished your short program.  His mind eventually wandering to how you looked in his bed last night, your face soft in sleep.  Exhausted from both your short program and the celebration you and Copia had as soon as you had gotten into his room.

He might not have admitted it to the reporter but he could admit it to himself.

There was definitely something there.

Copia’s good mood was infectious. 

He had been practically vibrating when he’d gotten out of the locker room.  With his hair damp and curling at the ends and his cheeks pink from the cold you found yourself letting out an embarrassing sigh when he stopped in front of you. 

“See something you like, Paperina?”

“Not really, you don’t have any pretzels with you.”

“Tsk tsk tsk, the truth comes out, eh?  You only want me for my access to concession foods.”

“Your thighs are also pretty nice.” 

Copia grinned and quickly leaned over you so your faces were level.  You pursed your lips slightly, suddenly desperate for a kiss.  When your eyes fell closed you could feel his breath against your mouth but instead of his soft lips against your own you felt something wet on the tip of your nose. 

“Did you just…?”

He was licking his lips, still grinning as he watched you swipe your sleeve across the saliva he’d left on your nose.

“How am I supposed to parade you around town with butter on your nose?”

“You’re not gonna be parading me anywh—“

“Sì, I am.  Come on.”  Copia held his hands out for yours, rolling his eyes when you kept yours buried in the sleeves of his coat.  “Aren’t you hungry?”

“Depends on what you’re offering.”  It was your turn to roll your eyes when Copia waggled his eyebrows.  “Ugh, gross.”

“I’m taking you out for some real food, Paperina.  No more pretzels, no more nachos.  Authentico Italiano.” 

You watched him for a moment, not able to stop yourself from smiling seeing how excited he was.  He clapped his hands when you sighed and nodded, then gently reached down to help you to your feet.  Copia kept a hold of you until you were steady, not letting go until he knew your knee was steady under you.  The gesture made your heart ache a bit and you couldn’t help but tilt your head so you could press a kiss to his cheek. 

“Thank you.” 

“Prego, Paperina.  Come on, let’s get some Italian food in you.”  He gripped your hand and started towards the doors to the arena, his pace steady but slow enough so you could easily catch up.  When you reached the doors he stopped with one hand on the wood and turned to you, a familiar mischievous look on his face.  “Then maybe later we can get something else Italian in you, eh?” 

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