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Donald actually not being so good at his job, but at least he makes up for it by looking cute in his uniform.
#Donald Duck#Mickey Mouse#Jose Carioca#Panchito Pistoles#Panchito Romero Miguel Junipero Francisco Quintero Gonzalez#Disney#My Art#The Three Caballeros#The Three Gay Caballeros#DonChito#DonPan#DonZe#Ze Carioca#DonMick#Diner#Duckverse#Ducktales#Mouseverse
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these are my favorite lads
#donald duck#jose carioca#panchito pistoles#the three caballeros#three caballeros#the three gay caballeros#fanart#fan comic
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I’m interested:
What does tumblr think of this show??
(Please reblog for a bigger amount)
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Explaining my ducktales au part2 : The Duck Avenger.
! Warning : Kinda graphic depictions of violence!
A 14 year old Donald came across a trap door as he was cleaning a new villa his uncle had just bought. He fell into a basement with a book on a lectern, a manaquin with a hero suit and a box containing things like a grappling hook, rope, ect.
In the book was a story of a vigilante from the 1600s who was pretty much the duck aquivelent of Robin Hood.
He took the suit and adjusted and added things to make it more his style. With the suit he played pranks on rich people (mostly his uncle) and people who were rude to his friends and family.
After saving someone about 3 months later and accidentally being recorded he named himself Paperinik, dubbed the Duck Avenger by the public, now duckburgs hero.
His main villains were the Evronians, the mad ducktor (who I'll explain in another part) and The Raider.
When he was 17 he was attacked by Trauma, a Evronian mutant with the power to bring up the enemy's, well, trauma.
He had flash backs to the first adventure he ever went on (he was 6 and it was meant by Scrooge to cheer the twins up after their parents funeral) and his parents death.
That was the first time he killed.
After he broke out of it all he saw was red. Literally. It was like a tint covered the world, meaning he didn't notice the pavement and his face was painted the colour.
He had nightmares about the day for years after and on rare occasions still does. It's half the reason he quit the first time and one of the major reasons he developed PTSD.
After ending the erovians leader, causing them to run off, he stepped down as duckburgs hero and joined the Navy, 3 days after his and his twins birthday.
The second time he was the Duck Avenger is much less documented and known of by the public, him being around 20 to 24.
The Double Duck comics and The Legend Of The Three Caballeros are canon here and they both overlapped with the second rise of Paperinik.
6 months after he became Double Duck, working for The Cloak and Dagger Government Agency of Fiction, which is a sister agency to S.H.U.S.H, he decided to become the Avenger again.
Man, this guys stress levels were through the roof no wonder why he was graying before his thirtys.
He fought some new and old villains, sometimes with the help of the Three Caballeros, Clover Leaf and rarely Prime Blossom (Super Daisy).
He was much more reckless this time around and nearly died more times than his friends would have liked.
His family would be included if they knew. The only family who knew were his cousins Kildare, Gladstone, Nancy, Abner and his half-uncle Gideon.
He only stopped being a hero when his sister, Della, became pregnant (eggnant???) with his triplet nephews.
There is alot of stuff and smaller details I left out because this is already long enough in my opinion and I'm tired.
My au is partially based off of the fics on ao3 "The Secret Biography Of Donald Duck" and "Furious Revenge" Which are both amazing fics and I would definitely recommend if you like crossovers and Donald Duck as much as I do.
Edit: forgot to mention that Donalds related to the vigilante he based himself off of.
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I fooled around with human design and got attached
Anyways I've been having fun .
Reference for the first here
Second is inspired by this fic by Summerstormflower
Third drawing under the cut > warning for slight nudity ig ??? and digital version here
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me and the bad bitches i pulled by being autistic
#this could apply to any of them#i have diagnosed them all with the tism#the three caballeros#three caballeros#donald duck#panchito pistoles#the three gay caballeros#jose carioca#dt17#panchito romero miguel junipero francisco quintero gonzalez#josé carioca#ze carioca
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J:"Remember when you insisted you could juggle the eggs?"
P:"And you drop one!!!!"
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Redrew this scene from The Three Caballeros with my new ohuhu markers🌸
These three are my everything ❤🥺
#the three caballeros fanart#the three caballeros#panchito romero miguel junipero francisco quintero gonzalez#panchito pistoles#jose carioca#donald duck#my artwork#human au#humanization#los tres caballeros#the three gay caballeros#disney film#fanart
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What is like when all the caballeros watch soccer together?
its kinda crazy jose and panchito are a little competitive
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me when i try to talk about epic mickey, oswald, the three caballeros and ducktales 17
i envy ppl who can provide deep analysis about their favorite media and/or characters b/c whenever i like something a lot it looks like:
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Our unlucky duck deserves the break.
#Donald Duck#Meme#Duckverse#Ducktales#PKNA#Single Parents#Duno#DonOdin#DonChito#DonZe#DonPan#DonRo#DonGyro#Duck Avenger#Dorkules#Storkules#Duck Comics#Topolino#DonRaider#The Three Gay Caballeros#DonPanZe#The Three Caballeros#Mickey Mouse#Disney
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donald has so many love interests and i love him so thats one more
#ducktales#ducktales 2017#fancomic#fanart#ducktales donald#ducktales scrooge#ducktales storkules#ducktales louie#ducktales huey#ducktales daisy#ducktales panchito#ducktales jose#the three cabarellos#the three gay caballeros#donald duck#daisy duck#huey duck#louie duck#scrooge mcduck#storkules#panchito pistoles#jose carioca
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Day 8 - Reunion
Drew out a little snippet from @donze-trash's fic for @mesdelostrescaballeros2024!!
Part of a larger continuity being uploaded on ao3! Read it below ⬇️
Donald pulled up outside the apartment where Panchito was staying and took a deep, fortifying breath. Of course he was excited to see his friend again! Of course he was excited for The Three Caballeros to be once more reunited, even if only for a day. There was just that one catch—he felt bad even calling it a catch, like it was somehow a bad thing that he and Zé had finally professed their love for one another—but it would always be awkward telling Panchito. Surely, the duck thought with an internal groan, things would unavoidably change within the trio.
To make it all worse, José had been away on flight shifts when Panchito arrived in town, and Donald had agreed to only break the news when his new boyfriend had returned. He was a terrible liar about this kind of thing: his tongue got all tied up and his beak chattered when he spoke. How in the hell was he supposed to—?
The Donald Duck Pity Party was cut short as sharp, energetic chatter caught his ear from the street: Panchito was being seen off and heading straight for the car. Donald flung himself toward the back seat, toward the gift José had planned to hand over today, and hastily threw a spare blanket over it. The thick, scratchy wool did a decent job of concealing the obvious shape of a brand new guitar, at least if you didn't pay it mind. They'd give it to him when they were all together. That's how they were supposed to do things. Together.
Panchito appeared, waving goodbye to someone before bounding out of the apartment complex. His face lit up when he saw Donald, and before Donald could even get a word out, Panchito had leapt into the front seat, pulling him into a bear hug. His wide sombrero wobbled dangerously, but he didn't seem to care.
"¡Ay caramba, amigo! What took you so long to get here?" Panchito exclaimed, yanking Donald into his arms despite protest from his seatbelt, all to kiss Donald's cheek with his usual enthusiasm.
"'Ey, Pancho! How you doin' amigo?" The duck choked out, finding it a little easier to act natural amid the strangulation.
Panchito released Donald to pinch his cheek playfully. "Better with you here! I've been working on that new song I told you about last night! What about you? What have you been up to all day?"
"I'm doin' swell! And nothing much! Been taking 'er easy today." He lied, and not well—he was already talking too much. "Excited, though! Not every day I get to hang out with my two best pals!" Donald pulled away from Panchito's hold in order to return his attention to driving, feeling too awkward to linger in the warm hold, however much he usually would.
The charro clicked the seatbelt into place and leaned back in his seat, apparently unfazed by the duck's haste. "Ay güey, I'm just hyped that we are finally getting together again for a change. So, what are we doing this time? Are we gonna hit up the club so hard we get kicked out again? Or maybe reopen the Magical Mythical Monster Petting Zoo from Scrooge's secret vault? Or how about we raid the Anvilania embassy and get the ambassador drunk again? You know she still calls me."
Donald nodded, absolutely not absorbing anything the rooster was clucking about in favor of focusing on the road. He was happy, of course; his friend's exuberance was infectious to say the least. It had indeed been too long since they got to hang out like this as a group… but a part of him still felt tense. He chanced another glance at the vaquero—oblivious, humming merrily, a long leg resting against the door as he propped up his foot on his knee and took up what little space his seat offered. He wished he could feel so carefree.
When they arrived at the little airport, Panchito's excitement was hard to miss. Before the car could even finish pulling up to the 15-minute zone, he'd unbuckled and bolted out of the car window, running ahead towards the tarmac and calling out for Zé at the top of his lungs.
"Yeah, don't wait up or nothing!" Donald called after him with a roll of his eyes. Crazy bird, he hadn't even put the car into park yet! The lighthearted atmosphere Panchito had cultivated was at war with the impulse to complain bubbling inside him because he wanted see Zé first, to get a chance to hold his boyfriend first before they had to act respectably platonic in front of their none the wiser companion. It wasn't jealousy, not exactly, just…
One hug, one second to let the weight of the week melt off was all he wanted. But that wasn't happening. Not yet. Instead, he'd have to wait and keep playing the part.
"Great," he muttered, jerking on the car's parking brake. "Just act natural. Simple."
The airport, while always abuzz with people from all walks of life and from every corner of the globe, was relatively less hectic on a weekday like this, and José was all the more grateful for it. Deplaning the small jet from Panama was fairly routine and done quickly, leaving Zé with a little free time before he met up with his friends. He brought with him his single suitcase, loaded with more clothes than his usual amount, plus some souvenirs from Brazil and the several other countries he had stopped in during the work week. There were things for the kids back at the manor, plus a homemade gaúcho style poncho pala made by his vovó for Della (whom the old bird had assumed was still freezing from her time on the Moon). Strapped to the outside of the suitcase (because it could not fit) and wrapped in cloth was José's gift to Donald, a new hammock for his houseboat. He hoped he would like it.
Walking to the exit, Zé attempted to steal himself for the reunion to come. Not so much for seeing Donald, though his blood ran quick with excitement for him to be sure. But Panchito, whom he had not seen since they met for that ill-fated holiday to Bahia that never came to fruition. They had kept in constant contact even after their break up, though it caused pain on both sides. They had been determined to preserve their eternal friendship even in the face of romantic disappointment. And though it took some years for Zé to be able to look the rooster in the face without the unbearable ache in his chest urging him to take it all back and try again, he never wanted to lose sight of what drew him and the other two Caballeros together in the first place. They were his family, no matter what happened.
Even when I act like a stupid teenager and run crying to my ex-boyfriend about my hopeless crush, which turned out to be not so hopeless after all because we're together now and— Merda!
Zé closed his eyes and inhaled slowly. It was very good that he had this spare moment to compose himself as he entered the airport proper.
The distant sound of a familiar crow cut through the din of the crowd, stopping Zé in his tracks. That voice—there was no mistaking it. And like the call to sunrise, it made his heart want to leap into the sky. Spotting a tall flash of red, and a hat that he insisted was too big for his head, standing tall amongst the crowd, Zé dropped his suitcase and his umbrella and ran forward like his tail was on fire. Before he even had time to think about it, he was launching himself into Panchito's arms. The rooster caught him instantly, just like old times.
"¡¡AAAAAAJAJAJAJAJA!!" Panchito's triumphant grito echoed across the terminal. His grip was tight, almost desperate, and his wide grin spoke volumes. Zé could feel the emotion radiating from him—Panchito had missed him more than words could ever say, that much was clear. His whole body seemed to hum with excitement.
"José!! Mi cielo!" Panchito crowed, his voice overflowing with affection as he slowly, reluctantly, released the green parrot.
Zé smiled warmly, returning the sentiment. "It is so good to see you, docinho!" His tone was as light and affectionate as ever. "It has been too long!"
"No manches, pendejo, it's only been a few months!" Panchito guffawed, his eyes sparkling with unfiltered happiness. His grin stretched wide as he shook his head in disbelief, the warmth in his expression unmistakable. The man was an open book, his emotions always worn on his sleeve.
The malandro chuckled softly, adjusting his hat. "Well, yes, but it has been twice as long since the three of us have been—" He stopped, scanning the area. "Espere, onde está o Donald?"
Panchito's expression shifted briefly—a flicker of realization, maybe impatience. He glanced back toward the car, where Zé knew Donald must still be catching up. The vaquero's elation had clearly driven him to rush ahead, leaving their other friend behind. Zé could almost feel the mixture of emotions brewing under Panchito's playful exterior, a familiar tug of longing buried in the joy of reunion.
But Zé knew better than to bring that up. He simply smiled again, his voice calm, teasing. "Always in a rush, eh mano?"
"Life is too short to sit still," the rooster replied assuredly, and his hand which still rested on his waist in a half hug pulled him in for just an instant, a punctuation to the point.
"Hey, ya found 'im! Over here, guys!!!!" a distinctive voice cut through the busy hum of the arrival hall and Zé immediately turned towards the sound, his heart immediately catapulting into the stratosphere.
"DONAL'!" he and Panchito shouted in unison, their voices echoing across the platform. The moment the malandro caught sight of Donald looking flustered and determined as ever as he weaved through the crowd, all the excitement, the nerves, the longing came rushing back to him. He broke from Panchito's hold to sprint to him with ever increasing urgency, his heart pounding not from exertion but from sheer jubilation.
Quickly he closed the distance between them, throwing his arms around the sailor and pulling him into a tight embrace. He fit into his arms perfectly, and for a moment he didn't want to let go. Donald absorbed the impact with ease and let Zé down safely, the rest of the world seeming to melt away in an instant. Zé quickly buried his face into Donald's shoulder, feeling the comforting weight of his lover's arms around him. There was relief, adoration, and an overwhelming sense of peace. Even for just a fleeting moment, everything felt right—like he was where he belonged.
"Meu querido..." Zé whispered softly, just for Donald, though he didn't linger on the words. He knew this interlude was fleeting.
Sure enough, as if sensing their private moment was up, Donald's voice broke through their quiet intimacy. "Panchito...?" Donald called, one arm still wrapped around Zé as he extended the other towards their rambunctious rooster to include him.
Zé was too distracted with cuddling up to his sailor's side to register the gleam in Panchito's eye, at first. As it was, it was only the loud, triumphant yell that signaled their impending doom, and the parrot felt he had little choice but to make sure he didn't endure it alone, his arm holding his duck in place.
"No, wait—!" Donald started, but it was too late.
Panchito came down hard from where he had launched himself into the air like a luchador delivering his finishing move. Elbow extended, he crashed into the two of them with the energy of a firecracker bursting on impact. Donald let out a choked WAK! of surprise, his arms flailing as he was knocked clean off balance. Zé, caught in the middle of it all, simply accepted his fate with a laugh, not even trying to brace for the collision.
They tumbled down in a heap of feathers, beaks, and limbs, Zé wedged between his two best friends, both of them piled on top of Donald, who lay sprawled at the bottom. He could feel Donald wheezing beneath him, dazed from the sudden assault, while Panchito—of course—was perched victoriously at the top of the pile, leaning on one elbow like he owned the world.
"Órale! ¿Que te pasa? You were supposed to catch me!" Panchito chortled, looking entirely too pleased with himself as he flashed a wide, playful grin down at the both of them. "I could have gotten hurt!"
"God forbid…" Donald rasped weakly.
Zé couldn't help but chuckle, even as he lay squashed in the middle. Completely unconcerned by the chaos, he wiggled into a more comfortable position between them, his head resting against Donald's back. He could feel the frantic beat of his partner's heart beneath his cheek, could hear the shallow breaths as Donald tried to recover. There was no tension, no frustration. Just pure, unbridled affection. Even in moments like this—especially in moments like this—Zé felt nothing but love for the both of them.
This was how it had always been with the three of them. Chaos and laughter, roughhousing and tenderness, all tangled together in one messy, beautiful friendship.
"Well, caras," Zé sighed contentedly, "it is good to be back where I belong."
"Where, with all of ya on top of me?" the sailor beneath him groaned, barely able to get out a full breath with all the pressure bearing down on him.
Don't tempt me, the malandro thought before immediately shelving it for later.
#mesdelostrescaballeros2024#donze#three gay caballeros#donald duck#ze carioca#panchito pistoles#omg it's so bonkers late
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Can we just appreciate Panchito and Jose’s effect on Donald?
This grumpy, bad-luck-ridden and easily frustrated duck just becomes a different person around them in The Three Caballeros of 1944. He becomes happy and comfortable to the point of hugging and kissing and dancing with them. I’ve never seen him like this with Mickey and Goofy before.
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It’s pride month everybody
#art#digital art#fanart#the legend of the three caballeros#donald duck#jose carioca#panchito romero miguel junipero francisco quintero gonzalez#panchito pistoles#three gay caballeros
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the caballeros are one of those couples that kiss at new year's the moment the clock hits 12am .
and after kissing ( more than once ) panchito picks both donald and josé up and starts twirling them around while they the three of them laugh as loudly as possible
#happy new year#donald duck#the three caballeros#three caballeros#panchito pistoles#the three gay caballeros#jose carioca#panchito romero miguel junipero francisco quintero gonzalez#josé carioca#ze carioca#the legend of the three caballeros#i love the three caballeros sm#they're always on my mind#haunting me#dt17#those three created romance#fuck romeo and juliet i want what they have#is that how u write juliet#i can't remember#and I'm too lazy to try and check it#ANYWAY#HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVERYONE#dorks in love
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