#implied three gay caballeros

[jenkys-hoard]

More of me being obsessed with the angst potential of ghost types

#three gay caballeros #the legend of the three caballeros #panchito pistoles #jose carioca #pokemon au #sableye #implied character death #ned is the only one who knows where im going with this hehehoho

[seldomscilence16]

Whumptober day 16:

"Would you lie with me, and just forget the world?"

Gurney | flatline | "Don't go where I can't follow."

Fandom: Ducktales

Prompts used: all

So didnt think this was gonna go where it went but uh, it did. Based heavily on a tumblr post/story that did it way better than me, but some angst none the less. However as with most all my stories, the whole… clone thing? Yeah… nah. April May and June are their own birds and typically based off of the Legend of the 3 cabs show versions of them. So 🫶🏻

TW for temporary character death, near death experiences, implied child abuse, and children in dangerous situations.

…

It's dark. 

Quiet, the world was full of noise at all times, but this, this was the absence of everything. 

A glimmer of golden moon light, he looks towards it, a familiar scene plays out before his eyes. 

Donald, maybe 6 years old, is wandering around Grandma Ducks farm, looking for something- no someone. He's still wearing the stiff material his parents like to put him in, which means he'd- no they'd- just been dropped off. He finds Della lying on the roof of the barn, skirt already covered in hay and dirt, hair pulled down from whatever hair do their mother had insisted on. 

"You know Gramma doesn't like us up here." Donald's voice is hoarse from disuse, but his sister has always been able to understand him best. 

"I needed to be somewhere high. Above their reach." Della responds, and older Donald remembers this. Remembers how angry his sister had been that day, how their parents had been insufferable. Tufts of hair and feathers had been pulled as they were made 'presentable'. "Would you lie with me, and just forget the world?" She finally asks, hand reached out to him. 

He doesn't hesitate, taking her hand and laying beside her. They stare at the sky, matching bruised wrists pressed together, and forget. 

Donald thinks about the couple years after that, before they moved in with Uncle Scrooge, and how many times they felt lost until they could look up at the sky together and simply be. 

The golden glow takes on the slightest hue of red, like a sunrise over a pile of treasure, and Donald really has no other options in this black nothingness, than to watch. 

He's older, maybe 12, and they're on an adventure. It's a rare one, Gladstone and Fethry allowed to join, and Donald can see his younger selves anxiety as the threes antics play out. Uncle Scrooge, for his part, is trying to figure out a riddle of some kind to get the entrance open. 

Fethry is the one to actually figure it out, giggling with glee when the rock slides away to reveal the entrance. Scrooge is mildly impressed- though he wouldn't show it of course- and Donald ruffles the boy's hat/head in his place, Della whooping and Gladstone groaning out a 'finally' even as he grins at Fethry. 

They head inside, following the old man's lead as he makes his way carefully, torch held high- because why use a flashlight?- and open book in hand. Some legend or other, some treasure he had to have, on an adventure he had to prove he could do. Donald didn't mind it, really it could be fun and he loved learning new stuff- Fethry and Della are messing around, a foot steps where it shouldn't, Donald is in front of them before he really thinks about it. 

Something always went wrong. 

Seeing it from the outside is strange, watching his younger self get punctured by several arrows. At the time he hadnt been able to take in his families reactions, and the aftermath had been lectures and the likes, but seeing it now… seeing Uncle Scrooges terror as he rushes back, Della and Fethrys screams he hadnt heard over his own falll, Gladstones paralyzed form as terror wide eyes stared at Donalds fallen form. He gets to watch the panic and fear and tears, from the temple all the way to the nearest hospital, how they all try to follow the gurney and are held back. 

Donald hadn't realized they'd cared that much… Was it like that everytime? Or… just in the beginning, when they didnt use these things to their advantage? Donald knows it's gotten better- after so much worse happened first- but he wonders… right now, are they worried like this, or are they there at all? 

Della had always assumed their times would come together. Even when she was on the moon, she figured she'd live and miraculously drop dead as Donald did on Earth and they'd reunite in the beyond and yell and hug and-

Or… as a kid, she worried it would end in a hospital before his time. He'd be injured because of her or another family member, and they'd all be gathered- or so many missing, why did they always leave when Donald needed them most?- around a too still form as a heart rate monitor flat lines in a high final tone. 

Her heart has yet to calm, she's staring blankly before her, at a machine meant to destroy all adventure- meant to destroy her family- and yet… the only one missing is her brother, the duck ready to sacrifice himself for his loved ones at any given moment. The one who was dropped into an angry red ball of lightning, even after Scrooge signed that damned contract. 

The machine was shut down moments after, moments too late, and the rage that had overtaken Della in that moment… figures she’d understand Donald after he was…

The ensuing battle was a mess, Della had seen red for most of it, Donalds bandmates had shown up to save Scrooge from a direct blast from the sword of swanstentine, and Louie and Huey had found a hole in the contract, and the family had won- 

"Where's Uncle Donald??" Dewey is the first to ask, his brothers look around,

"He was on the platform with you guys wasnt he mom?" Huey looks imploringly at the adults before him, and Della falls to her knees. 

"Mom!?" 

Scrooge places a heavy hand on her shoulder, eyes teary as he tries to look at the children slowly gathering before them. 

"Yer Uncle… well he-" 

"No. Nonono, don't finish that sentence." Louie cuts him off, eyes wet and lower beak wobbling, "It's Uncle Donald. It's ridiculous how much he can go through and still come back. We need him so he has to be… he's fine!" Huey and Dewey are on either side of him, Webby has his hoodie squeezed in her fist, Violet and Lena are behind her, Gosolyn and Boyd inching closer to Dewey and Huey respectively. 

Everyone else is closing in behind them, those who understand looking lost and shocked, and looking back at the machine like he'd just… waltz out of it. 

Della sobs, something deep and bitter and broken, a wail so loud her ancestors must feel her pain. The clouds had dispersed with their victory, the sun mocks her as tragedy shakes the unshakable family. 

"Della? Whats wrong?" The crackly voice is unmistakable, Della fears she is hearing things, that she'll find his ghost when she lowers her eyes, but Scrooges gasp,

"Donald Duck." 

"Uncle Scrooge. What's everyone doing? Did we lose?" 

Donald is being supported by José and Panchito on either side- Della hadn't seen them leave, just as she hadn't seen them arrive- he looks drained, a gray tinge to his form and darkness beneath his eyes. He'd only been gone a few moments but he looks like he went through hell to get back- and well maybe he did. 

Della stumbles towards him at full speed, sure the others are right behind her, and tackles him to the ground. He wheezes, feeling too thin beneath her arms, but hugs back just as tight,

"I swear Donald, never do that again! Don't go where I can't follow. I… can't do this without you." She whispers it, a moment for them alone, voice trembling as she buries her teary face in his shoulder. 

"I'm sorry. I'm here now." He runs a hand through her hair, one more long moment before she moves and a pile of children replace her. 

"Uncle Donald!" The chorus is music to his ears, he'd thought he'd never hear it again. 

He thought he'd drift in a black void, his thoughts his only company, forever. He felt weakened with every memory, sucked dry and hopeless as he realized his many mistakes and had his trauma bared before him. Seeing José's glowing green eyes had startled him into a squawk he hadn't realized he could release in the silence. His shadow form was practically invisible with no light to define him, but his hand had led Donald home. What had felt like a lifetime, had been mere minutes, but he was glad he didn't miss too much. He wanted to see the- his- kids grow up. 

And give this whole family thing another shot.

#whumptober 2023 #no.16 #“would you lay with me and just forget the world?” #lyric #gurney #flatline #“dont go where I cant follow.” #ducktales #fic #temporary character death #implied child abuse #children in dangerous situation #donald duck angst #donald angst #three gay caballeros #della and donald #Scrooge and Donald #found family #injuries #angst

[polisena-art]

I thought of an AU like this: Donald is a police officer greatly despised by his boss. Panchito is a prisoner who knows a lot about a certain person with green feathers. Zé is a fugitive with robbery and "murder" skills. Donald needs Panchi's help to capture José, accused of killing someone important. Panchito refuses, but ends up accepting the reward that would be his freedom from prison. José would have to flee from both of them and at the same time find a way to prove that he didn't kill the bourgeois, because, yes, a criminal, never a murderer. Then there's a big roll and they end up on the same side, curiously on the opposite side of the police. Thus, the three gay caballeros need to find the real culprit, as this would improve the lives of each of them.

This is COOL!! I like how in this AU they each come from different perspectives and each would have their own goals until it clicks that they'd work way better TOGETHER.

NOW, idk if you're implying that Panchito knows a lot about José because they both used to work together? Maybe until they get ambushed and caught red handed, Panchito ends up being captured and José is the one that manages to get away. Which could lead to a lot of resentment, just saying...

I think Panchito being the one more desperate about getting his freedom back would not want to hear José's pleas of being innocent of killing some big shot. But Donald would be the more level headed one in this situation and act like a meddling force between the two until they finally act like a team.

#I like both approaches of Panchito knowing a lot abt zé because they were partners in crime or maybe he just knows a lot because #he was also inserted in the crime world and is aware of josé's fame and modus operandi #ask #anonymous #text post

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Kisses

Thank you for the submission :)

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[midnight-fries]

Donald's s/o: I would go to the moon and back for you!

Donald: Please don't

#donald duck #donald #ducktales #my porr boy #three gay caballeros #donse #donchito #fentonald #dorkules #dondaisy #donmick #dongoof #dondon #duno #dodin #donpad #donro #della duck implied #ducktales 2017 #dt17 #100 #200 #300 #my post

[nega-aria]

I know this is messy, but Mexico vs Brazil was just too good to resist. Good excuse to practice drawing José and Panchito without references for the first time.

They’re smiling now, but I have a hunch it won’t end that way. They’ll be good boyfriends again when the futbol is over... although it’ll probably take a few weeks for the loser to stop getting teased mercilessly. It is a very loud day for Donald.

#ducktales #three caballeros #three gay caballeros #futbol #soccer #sports #mexico vs brazil #friendly rivalry #sometimes not so friendly #fanart #my art #donald duck #jose carioca #panchito pistoles #implied gay #ot3

[lesbianstarlightglimmer]

1) Ducktales 2) Drakepad 3) Della (even if i was only supposed to send one, at least you have options for what you want to answer ^^)

Ducktales

Favorite character: Drake!

Least Favorite character: M*rk B**ks

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): drakepad, fenro,dellumbra,dellene, three gay caballeros!

Character I find most attractive: seleeeeene!! and della 

Character I would marry: frank’s alluded to morgana coming to dt17 and im staying hopeful so...magic wife

Character I would be best friends with: launchpad bc he’s everyone’s friend!!

a random thought: its a good show watch it @ my non dt followers!!

An unpopular opinion: change is good just because they changed your fav character from the old one doesn’t mean the new one and the old cant coexist and be loved by everyone w/o any fighting!

My Canon OTP: there’s no real canonical ships except maybe scroldie? which i do like even if i constantly battle between gay scrooge and lesbian goldie and then back to bi for both

My Non-canon OTP: drakepad hands down!

Most Badass Character: ms. beakley!!!

Most Epic Villain: lunaris was p formidable imo!

Pairing I am not a fan of: besides the obvious incest (this includes webby and the triplets yall!!)/pedophilia...c/rackbea/ks is the ship name i think for fenton and m*rk? 

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): hmm not really thinking of anything atm except ig that it feels like there should be more about donald in the terms of him post moonvasion (but like obviously we arent that far so it might get expanded on so thats why i dont wanna concretely say he was “screwed up”)

Favourite Friendship: all the kids being friends makes me 🥺🥺🥺

Character I most identify with: drake and huey probably!!

Character I wish I could be: an interesting question that i don’t quite have an answer for yet!

Drakepad

When I started shipping them: well i kept seeing cute fanart of them before i even got into dt and after i saw the hype for dwd i explored more, found drakepad, but didnt REALLY ship it til i gave dwd a try and was like “ok wow the fans werent exaggerating the gay huh”

My thoughts: its such a good ship i want it desperately to become canon i’ve never wanted a ship to become canon so badly before this is THE OTP for me.

What makes me happy about them: they care about each other sm and are already a family and are always trying to make the other be a better version of themselves

What makes me sad about them: that nagging negative feeling that theyll only be implied or never shown beyond platonic

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: tbh i can’t think of anything bc all the fics ive read of them are super sweet!! especially @/mighty-ant  @/bassiter’s fics  @/taylorthegiant@/transdarkwingduck(and some others but idk their tumblr urls)

Things I look for in fanfic: mutual love and understanding (also lots of angst AND PINING GOD THE PIIINIIIING!!!!) its also really great if gosalyns in there too bc then fambily.......

My wishlist: canon kiss on screen WHERE YOU CAN SEE IT NO IMPLICATIONS ITS BLATANT LIKE RUPPHIRE WEDDING! ALSO THEY ADOPT GOSALYN AND SING LITTLE GIRL BLUE TOGETHER AND OOOGH!!!!

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: i lowkey like fenton with either! 

My happily ever after for them: get married and adopt gosalyn and then grow old together :’)

Della

How I feel about this character: she’s badass and complete wife...

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: selene and penumbra! 

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: i really love how much she loves her kids she wants to be a good mom and i love it ;u;

My unpopular opinion about this character: she deserves her time to shine screw what my uncle says she ain’t annoying! we’ve had a bajillion years of donald and della only made a select few appearances in some old comics no one really knows about so!

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: she faces her fear of not being a good mom and just growing and adjusting and facing what she went through for over a decade

Favorite friendship for this character: donald and i really want for us to see her and gyro itd be hilarious

My crossover ship: um...idk if crossover since she might appear but...morgana x della? i would think morg would be the same age or only a couple of years older in the reboot! 

Thanks for the ask(s)!!

Send me a fandom, ship, or character!

#asks #answered #ducktales #ducktales 17 #dt #dt17 #darkwing duck #dwd #drakepad #drfennel

[zaxal]

broke: they changed the lyrics to 'the three caballeros' because 'gay' means something different than it did in 1944.

woke: they changed the lyrics to 'the three caballeros' because the original version accidentally implied there were straight caballeros.

#ducktales

[l-talks]

Why don't you ramble on about Daisy for a bit? I really want to see what you have to say about her because you implied it's a lot.

I swear I’m not ignoring any of these asks; I run this blog mostly on my phone/through a queue and I hate responding to asks on mobile

I don’t really think a lot of people will like or agree with what I have to say about Daisy, but this is my blog and not their’s so.

Daisy’s not perfect; I’m gonna say that right off the bat. She’s done bad things, she has flaws, but characters need to do bad things once in a while and they need to have flaws. If you try to make a character with no flaws, you end up with Mickey Mouse, and I know he’s an icon and I do love and appreciate him, but he’s so boring. It’s really no wonder why the ducks are the ones with so many TV shows instead of the literal face of Disney. I think Daisy being so widely hated in the Disney Duck fandom is a relatively new development, and you know it’s just because people wanna ship Donald with Panchito or José or Storkules, which people are more than within their rights to do, but it’s 2019. Fandoms should be over hating on a female character just because she gets in the way of a gay ship.

The thing that confuses me though, is that a lot of the reasons people come up with for hating Daisy are the same traits they claim to love Donald for. (Because that’s how Disney made female characters back in the day; they took the preexisting male character and slapped a skirt and a hairbow on them.) But when a male cartoon character gets angry and overreacts and throws a tantrum, it’s comedy, but when a female cartoon character does the exact same thing, it’s abuse?? It’s not that deep!! People are always pulling up examples from the comics or older cartoons to glorify Donald being an amazing uncle or Daisy being a bitch, but there are just as many examples of Donald being a terrible caregiver and Daisy being a good person. Donald forced his nephews to smoke cigars and got them sick, to “teach them a lesson,” when they’d bought the cigars for him for his birthday. Donald has outright tried to manipulate Daisy by hiring a lookalike to pose as him on a date. When Donald was discouraged by his door-to-door salesman job because no one could understand him, Daisy was the one who encouraged him not to give up and to keep trying. Daisy was straight-up kidnapped during a date with Donald, and Donald didn’t even bother to check what was taking her so long before finishing both his and Daisy’s dinner.

I feel like a lot of modern writers don’t know what to do with Daisy. You can only tone down her temper and attitude so far before you’re writing a completely different character, and a lot of modern writers struggle to find that balance. Honestly, I think Quack Pack and Once and Twice Upon a Christmas hit that balance the best, that’s why Quack Pack is my favorite version of Daisy. The shorts in House of Mouse were decent, but man could she be a ditz sometimes. I haven’t seen Roadster Racers or Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and I know nothing about Kingdom Hearts, so I can’t really rate those fairly, but in MDG: Three Musketeers, she was just kind of stuck in the background playing the nice lady-in-waiting. But honestly? I like it when Daisy’s allowed to be a bit of a bitch. I feel like a lot of modern writers are afraid to make her angry, and when they do take the chance and let her get genuinely angry, even if her reasons are justified, poor Donald is always always made out to be the victim. (See: Fucking Legends of the Three Caballeros.) Daisy shouldn’t have to have Minnie’s personality with a touch more sass slapped onto her just to make her a likable character.

I’m kind of nervous to see how she appears in DuckTales 2017, honestly. Not necessarily because I’m worried Frank and the crew will mess her up (though that’s always a concern with any type of reboot) mostly because I’m worried about a repeat with Legends where there’s a sudden influx of Daisy hate.

I’ve rambled way too long, like I said, I can talk about Daisy for hours. I definitely could say more here, but I don’t wanna jump to too many topics or go off on too many tangents, so this is gonna be a good stopping point for now.

#L talks #don't take this as donald hate #i LOVE donald #but that boy ain't exactly innocent #but yeah i've got so much more i could say about daisy #favorite ships/broships #favorite appearances #favorite outfits #i just really love daisy #(anonymous.)

[jenkys-hoard]

#three gay caballeros #donald duck #jose carioca #panchito pistoles #scrooge mcduck #the legend of the three caballeros #pokemon au #cofagrigus #sableye #tw implied death

[seldomscilence16]

Whumptober Day 1:

"But now this room is spinning while I'm trying just to fill in all the gaps."

Safety net | Swooning | "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Fandom: The Three Caballeros/ Ducktales

Prompt used: A little bit of them all, but mostly “how many fingers am I holding up?”

This year I feel they are gonna be shorter, but hopefully good still, and with open ends or down right happy ends cause I’m me. I apologize in advance, however, the translator only has Portuguese, not Brazilian. :/ Anywho, Starting off with some light angst, so as always poor Donald will be hurt, though mostly mental this time. Enjoy!

…

Breathing. He's been doing it all his life, but as his throat closes up, as his lungs squeeze, as his knees wobble and his stomach swoops at the floor that wavers in his vision, he finds no air entering the organs that desperately wish for it.

He'd thought himself past stuff like this, panicking when he should be retaliating. But here he stands- used loosely as he fears his legs will give out any moment- frozen and useless as chaos reigns around him. How? How had his backup plan, his escape from his usual life of 'adventure' (danger), led him here, to more of it?

But it's not just him. If it was only him, he wouldn't be this terrified, no, his retreat had been to the arms of two dear friends. The ones who were honest, and loyal, and wanderers of curiosity and fun. They were not rooted and busy with their own lives, they weren't annoyed with him 8 times out of 10, they called him out, they boosted him up, they had his back, they were… are, his everything.

And yet here he stands. Having brought his bad luck upon them, and he could do nothing-

No.

He locks his knees, the painful twinge hitching his breath, the small breath enough to clear a path in his mind. He reminds himself that this is not one of his past adventures, this is not an 'at Donalds expense' situation, no one here will leave him behind or freeze him- the two birds fighting below- dancing, hopping, showing off, not fighting, not like them- would have his back, whether he had theres or not. And he would not let them down, he couldn't, he…

He loved them.

Red tinges his vision- Panchito is thrown aside and rolls several feet- one foot slides back, he leans forward- José takes a punch to the beak, lands harshly on the ground where a massive foot holds him down- Donald blinks, finds himself no longer on the hill overlooking the fight, but facing off with the large being- who shifts from gelatinous to solid in rippling waves, fending off against attacks of all kinds- now several paces away from José's prone form, and Donalds chest is heaving, that air that escaped him before coming in too fast now, the dizziness haunting him still.

His body moves of its own volition, a heat that spreads through numb limbs and coils tightly in his gut, acting like a spring. The only thought in his head is to protect the two birds behind him who welcomed him with open wings when he showed up out of nowhere, the two who’ve had his back since he’d met them, his vision is finally taken over by the encroaching red.

He’s had episodes like this since before he can remember, moments of high emotion-usually his temper- that take over his body and mind and leave him reeling in the aftermath, young mind unable to find all the missing pieces that would fill the gaps in his memory. Even now, as an adult, though they come less often- he’s so tired, too tired- these episodes will leave him confused, lost, and wondering who he hurt this time. Sometimes the things he’d done would come back, in flashes or dreams- nightmares- and other times he’s left with a guilt or hole that eats at him endlessly.

He’d confided in the caballeros one night, after that fight where they’d purposely provoked him into losing it. Donald was not one to share his feelings- when one is often put down or belittled, why share your weaknesses, he had to be tougher than the toughies after all- so it had taken him a while, a roundabout way, to truly get it out. That his episodes scared him, had him waking in cold sweats, left him with dizzy spells, made him wonder if he really was too much of a hazard to be around anyone. But he’d assured the two he understood why they did it, that they had needed to escape, he understood that he had few uses and it was fine really, he’d just be off afterwards so don’t worry if he wanders off, he’s only fallen off a cliff a couple times so he’ll be fine!-

But they had been horrified, the apologies still came to this day, but that night, had been one of the first nights in a long long time, where Donald had felt safe.

His world tips as the red haze begins to fade, his body strung tight and heart beating faster than it should and head splitting with how hard it pounds, he loses his sense of gravity, but instead of meeting the hard ground, finds himself caught by two sets of arms. They lower him carefully, keep him propped up against warm chests and encompassed in that safe feeling. Everything spins in his field of view, not helping the panic in his mind as he flips through flashes of half there memories that leave him with a gruesome picture. A face floats around and around and around-

“Donaldo! Por favor mi querido amigo, look at me, how many fingers am I holding up?” (Please my dearest friend)

Donald finds this question a little stupid, always had, he could see several hands after all, but he knew that three were around him so he had to be holding up one hand. So the answer was-

“S’venteen…”

“Está tudo bem, amor, agora temos você.” (It’s all right love, we’ve got you now)

#whumptober 2023 #no.1 #“how many fingers am I holding up?” #the three caballeros #fic #rage #self deprecation #? #Donald Angst #slight mentions of bad childhood #implied gay cabs #three gay caballeros #donald duck #josé carioca #panchito pistoles

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Artist is me! And also I don't know how to properly submit artwork on mobile. I'll be sending over more stuff of Them soon, but probably through ask, if that's alright

ask works just fine!

#The Cabs Fandom Archive #The Three Caballeros #three gay caballeros #implied three gay caballeros #fan content #fan art #fan art by: ocforeverything #submitted #submitted by: ocforeverything #josé carioca #donald duck #panchito pistoles #Thank you for submitting :)