No matter what universe, cartoons, comics or video games, Donald will always be the best parent to his nephews, Huey, Dewey and Louie. Happy 90th birthday to the best uncle, as well as a happy belated father's day.
Please like and reblog if you support that Donald Duck is also a great parent, father and uncle to his nephews.
P.S. The second image is a redraw of Carl Barks Golden Helmet by Patrick Block, and the fourth image is artwork by the genius Lara Molinari who painted Duck Avenger (Paperinik) with his nephews as him.
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The song “Alexander Hamilton”, but it’s about the life of DuckTales (2017)’s Scrooge McDuck up until meeting Donald and Della and sung by his family.
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Soooo I finally did it.
I finally wrote my Zoyet (Zoya X Monet) Martha’s vineyard fanfic called “Summer Renaissance”
This is somewhat of a crossover of GGRB x All American
First chapter called “Welcome to the Vineyard” is now posted!
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Horse figure of the day: Spirit Riding Free "Boomerang," McDonald's 2020
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My 2 favorite Disney cartoons are urban fantasy set in New York
And both seriously need some sort of revival or so help me
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i need memory reboot injected into my veins
Hello my dear anon! 💞
I'm sorry it took me so long to post the new chapter, I'm very actively working on it! Here's a little NSFW spoiler from Patrick's POV:
I closed my eyes and let the steam splash along my flushed face. My skin felt like it was on fire, as if I were about to crash into the sun. I couldn't find any way to relax. I felt desperate and angry. I was pretty mad, too. But would killing you have helped me find peace?If I knew you were gone, if no one could ever be with you the way I was, would that be what I wanted? I let out a deep, exhausted sigh and pressed my forehead against the wet tiles, ignoring the way the tip of my cock brushed against the wall, sending tingles into my very core. The images of you covered in blood, trapped beneath me, almost sent me over the edge. I didn't let myself think about it for too long, though, because I knew it would lead to addiction. As if I weren't already hooked. My breathing got a little uneven, and I started scratching at the white tiles as I got hit by a sudden, intense rush of memories. I remembered your voice, your moans, and the way you screamed my name. I wanted to ruin you, to make you bleed, to tear you apart and leave you just like you left me. The pain you caused was so deep, it lingered. I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't realize what I was doing. I let my hand rest on my throbbing length while the fingers of my other hand slid down my lower back, right between my legs. The moment I touched my tensed asshole, I moaned. I was loud and needy. I was embarrassed but also aroused. I thrust into my hand, slowly at first but gradually losing control, while my digit slid inside my ass completely with ease. I couldn't hold back my whimpers as I was about to cum. My vision was filled with blood, intensifying my fantasies about you. With my eyes closed, I was on the brink of losing it when I suddenly heard some commotion coming from behind the bathroom door.
"Damn!" I groaned and hit the wall in front of me, my dick pulsing even after I let go of it.
"Honey," Evelyn's voice echoed through the bathroom. I turned to see her casually walking to the shower, her blue eyes curiously examining my bare frame as if she was seeing me like this for the first time. "You didn't close the door."
'Fuck, I really didn't.' Scrunching my nose, I pushed my wet hair back and spun around completely, giving her the full view of my nakedness. "I thought I'd leave before you got back..." my reply was brash and sharp. "...at least I hoped so."
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