duck detective


Voice actor history!!!!

Let’s give all the love to the only voice of Donald duck😍💞💞
Tony Anselmo!!!!!💞💞💞

He of course has nothing but Donald as his voice history so I’ll start with the very first movie to his most recent!!

First ever voicing of Donald duck was on D-Tv Valentine (1984)
The Great Mouse Detective (1986)
Down and out with Donald duck (1987)
Who framed Roger Rabbit (1988)
Mickey’s 60th birthday (1988)
DuckTales (1987-1990)
The Prince and the Pauper (1990)
Quack Pack (1996)
The spirit of Mickey (1998)
Fantasia 2000 (1999)
Mickey mouse works (1999-2000)
Mickey’s once upon a Christmas (1999)
Disney’s house of mouse (2001-2002)
Mickey’s magical Christmas (2001)
House of villians (2002)
Mickey’s twice upon a Christmas (2004)
Mickey goofy and Donald’s in the three musketeers (2004)
Mickey mouse clubhouse (2006-2016)
Mickey mouse Shorts (2013-)

Ducktales (2017-) ((which is obvious I shouldn’t have to add)))

He is not Donald in the Mickey and the roadster racers which is not a surprise since the voicing seems weirder…

Fanfiction - Draco (Constellations Series)

Previous constellations


Witches all, to burn at the stake.

Amanda Byrne, drowned by an angry mob, didn’t transform into a bat and came flying over her house; but she was a beautiful young woman, with gentle eyes and gentler curves, so respectable men coveted her beyond boundaries of marriage and sense, bringing the wrath of scorned wives upon her. Alice Abbot never casted a spell to shrink a man’s cock, the very reason she was placed in the hangman’s noose; she was a clever girl and a sharp tongue to boot, so her betrothed’s member withered only by the force of her mocking words when he tried to force himself on her. Emma Chance didn’t produce a concoction to make women turn on their husbands, forgetting the roles of dutiful wives; she only wanted to learn how to read and know her figures and by that she burned to ash.

Neither of those girls had a grimoire under their beds; collected herbs in the precise phases of the moon to strengthen their power; prayed to the Mother – the womb of all life – instead of a God made of sin; touched their own bodies in pleasure in the depth of night, with visions of a faceless man; chanted ancient words to save a crop. None of them more of a witch than a common man.

In the New World nothing was truly new – the old ways, prejudices and superstitions had only found new ground to blossom upon, new opportunities for cruelty and patriarchy. Women were still deemed witches when they presented a mind of their own and dared to defy the law of a man’s word. Like a weed, an independent woman must be eradicated, before she could spread and contaminate all the garden.

Claire Beauchamp had been moving most of her life, her strangeness frequently unexplained by her foreignness. From the outskirts of London, to an attic in Edinburgh that felt like a furnace, in what would become known as Mary King’s Close, to a cottage near Florence, to an inn in Lisbon, Claire had started over; until there would come a point the word inevitably escaped from someone’s mouth, banishing her. Witch. Sorceress. Defiler. Beelzebub’s harlot. Satan’s whore.

Jumping from peril to peril she had found herself aboard a caravel, her destiny a settlement in America. In Saybrook Colony she had tried to become almost invisible during the first few months, assisting the local physician in his ministrations and overseeing the care of his house, to the best of her abilities. Almost every young woman, who had made the crossing with her, had found marriage by then, maids to become wives, but Claire had no wish to engross the list of earthly properties of any man.

The echoes of the witch trials at Salem still wandered the land, a tale of caution she daren’t ignore. That was until she had found herself amongst the crowd, witnessing the flames carrying Emma away.

Claire’s fists coiled, her lips moving silently in a litany, an old spell being summoned to take away the woman’s pain as fire licked her skin. Powerless to stop the madness, and knowing all too well she risked becoming her companion if she had raised any suspicions by defending her, the only thing left was granting Emma a painless death. That night Claire lit a candle and cursed the man who had made the accusation – he wouldn’t see his next name day. Not death, but blindness – the only suitable punishment for a blind fool.

Julia Beauchamp, her mother and the only branch in a proper English family touched by magic, had explained her the responsibility of their powers. Nature always demanded a balance, a trade of sorts – something taken, something given -, she had told her. So, Claire paid the price of the day’s excessive use of power by kissing the index and middle fingers of her right hand – and when morning rose, she had forgotten entirely the colour of her father’s eyes, never to remember it again.

A new moon equalled a precious opportunity to gather herbs and plants near the river. Under the cover of darkness, it was less likely that someone – with a bit of imagination and a wicked mood – could spot her, triggering uncomfortable questions about her nocturnal activities.

One of the fundaments of practicing witchcraft with roots and herbs was that poison and cure are only separated by the amount of substance used. Some of the items lacking in Claire’s catalogue – mandrake, aconitum, belladonna - were seen as accomplished murder weapons – but she knew their uses to soothe pain, break a fever, efficiently purge someone who ate deadly berries, suffered from palpitations of the heart. She also needed lavender to make herself a dream pillow – since her sleep had been strangely disturbed for a fortnight -, dandelion and heliotrope for some divination tea and some black haw to brew as soon as she got home, as her belly cramped fiercely with her monthly.

A small basket dangling on her arm, her darkest cloak covering her from the night’s mist, a small curve knife to cut the most resistant stems, and Claire was on her way.

The air was fresh and fragrant near the river, as her feet crushed plants and branches, struggling a bit not to slide on the mud, absent of moonlight to guide her. The stars above twinkled – the constellation of the dragon clearly visible in the sky - as if winking at her, complicit with her night’s work. Honeysuckle, hyssop, lady’s mantle, ferns and foxglove quickly found their way to her basket – slightly humming in content, Claire almost laughed in joy spotting a lonely plant, the small flowers dancing in blue in the night’s breeze – forget-me-nots, they were called - and she hadn’t seen one since leaving Europe.

Her fingers slightly brushed the petals, a silent apology for the life she was about to take from its rightful place, as she started to excavate the roots with her blade.

“Who’s there?” A low-pitched voice, undoubtedly male, demanded towards the river bank. “Reveal yourself!”

Shit!” She cursed, ducking to avoid detection. Claire promptly recognized the inquisitive voice - it seemed Father Bain fancied himself a walk before bedtime. She recalled with clearness the glow in his eyes, the pleasure felt as he watched a convicted witch burn, standing beside the Governor and the Magistrate to preside over the execution.

“Are you hiding from me?” He seethed, coming ever closer in her direction. Claire began crawling, searching for the shelter of the nearby bushes. “Only creatures of darkness seek to shelter themselves from the eyes of the righteous! Reveal yourself to the eyes of the Lord, I command you!”

In your dreams.” Claire whispered. There was no denying she had been alone collecting suspicious items, some of them with clear ties to sorcery – she knew it was enough to charge her in those times, fear epidemic. Being a relatively new settler, with no known family, no husband to speak for her, she would be dead before the following month arrived.

“I feel you, witch.” Father Bain growled, slowly advancing towards her hiding place. “Your vapours of Hell, luring me to the swamp. I shall see you next to your sisters, at the gates of Hell.”

Dinna move.” A voice said close to her ear, making Claire startle and almost scream – but, fortunately, a hand had been ready to cover her mouth, blocking the sound. The man, smelling of something sharp and tangy, like metal, as well as smoke and ale, was barely visible amongst the shadows. “Do ye see that ash tree?” He asked in a murmur. Claire nodded against his hand, making her discontent evident by sniffing mightily through her nose. “Good. Go there and hide. I’ll take care of the wee bastard.”

He let her go and rose to meet Father Bain – in the fraction before she crept to the tree line, Claire saw his outline bathed by the stars, recognizing the settlement’s blacksmith.

“Where are you?!” The priest roared, blindly looking around as he heard movement, his crucifix in hand. Claire rolled her eyes, wondering if he intended to smack someone in the head with it.

“Ach, ‘tis only me, Father.” The newly arrived man said somewhat gently, finally within Bain’s sight. “Didna mean to scare ye. Such a bonny night, is it not?”

“Mister Fraser.” The clergyman said, aghast. “What are you doing here, at such an ungodly hour?”

“Thought I might bathe on the river, Father. Dinna want to wound any lassies’ susceptibilities by doing so in broad daylight.” He shrugged, his voice sounding amused. “Thought ye’d approve of the notion.”

“A bath?” The priest sounded puzzled. “The harvest is a fortnight away still, Fraser. Surely it could wait.”

“I fancy doing it every week.” I could sense the laughter in his words. “Scots an’ all, aye?”

“I thought I’d heard something.” His grouchy eyes swept across the riverbank once again. “I was moved by prayer to come out at the witching hour – it’s a dark moon today and Satan’s creatures are restless on such nights.”

“I’ll be sure to say an extra Hail Mary afore bed, then.” James Fraser nodded. “Goodnight to ye, Father Bain.” The old man pursed his lips, displeased by the night’s outcome, but after a short hesitation turned his back and disappeared, heading towards the settlement.

“Ye can come out, now.” The blacksmith called out to her. Claire slowly walked to him, carrying her basket, half-hidden in the folds of her cloak. Even though she had seen him occasionally in the square, tirelessly working at his anvil, shaping swords and horseshoes with his hammer, or at the town’s council and mass, she had never truly noticed him. Clean of rust and sweat, he was extraordinarily attractive – his straight nose, high cheeks and broad shoulders made him look like a true warrior. A pair of magnificent blue eyes, gemstones containing all secrets of moonlight and stars, stared back at her.

“Thank you.” She offered, her voice hoarse as she attempted a hasty excuse. “I was just walking, taking a breath away from the smell of the settlement. But it wouldn’t look good for an unaccompanied woman to be out here, so I got scared and decided to hide.”

“I see.” He gave her a lopsided smile and, before Claire could stop him, his hand swiftly captured her basket. James Fraser calmly studied its content, raising a brow. “Mandrake.” He touched the brown root with the tip of his fingers, reciting softly. “Thou must come in unto me; for surely I have hired thee with my son’s mandrakes. And he lay with her that night.”

Genesis.” Claire swallowed hard, giving him a tiny smile like a good catholic girl. Her eyes noticed his collar, the worn shirt revealing not only the hard tendons and muscles, but a dangerous silver crucifix peeking from it.

“An interesting harvest ye have here, Mistress.” He presented her with a serious look, even if there was still softness in the corners of his mouth. “I happen to ken most of these wee herbs and their uses – they would suit an apothecary…or a witch’s cabinet.”

Claire endured his gaze, straightening her back. Her heart pounded furiously inside her chest, knowing itself in danger – but he had deliberately chosen to protect her. She felt an overwhelming sense of trust towards him.

“Tell me, Claire Beauchamp – are ye a witch?” His voice was husky, but his eyes didn’t yield from hers.

“Yes.” She answered, before she could stop herself. “I am.”

Jamie nodded, not once, but twice – as if she had only confirmed an unshakable suspicion, something as natural as revealing “Yes, I am a maid.”.

“Ye shouldn’t be out here.” He warned her, returning the basket to her hands. “Their thirst for blood is not yet quenched – they will continue their hunt and eventually they might find a lass who truly is a witch. Be careful.”

“Aren’t you going to report me, then?” Claire pressed him, bewildered. “I thought you were a man of faith.”

“I have faith in many things, lass.” Jamie smirked, looking away from her into the river, mindlessly running nearby. “Not only in God, but in good people too. I saw the look in yer eyes as they burned poor wee Emma Chance. The first one I ever saw at the stake who didna scream or trashed.” He looked at her again, his eyes all-knowing. “If ye had any part in it - ye did a good thing for her, Mistress.”

“Thank you.” She adjusted her cloak, feeling utterly discombobulated. “I’m in your debt, Mister Fraser.”

“I ken a rare woman when I see one.” Jamie turned his back and smiled at her above his shoulder. She recognized his silhouette draped in fragments of silver light from her restless dreams. “Ye might yet find occasion to repay me the kindness, once our paths meet again.”

Detective Louie™  ©2017-2018 jk i have no idea how to put trademarks ahah dont take this seriously- but uh a small not-comic of the Lost in Time AU and how it starts (y’all call it the Lost in Time AU soooo I feel its appropriate it be called that officially ^^!)

It’s supposed to be Louie is on a case, and calls in his brothers to help- well, Huey, but Dewey tags along since he was visiting from his vacation after graduating Flight School first year.


SLUMBER PAJAMA PARTY (dipper has no pajamas)

Temporary hair dye by Mabel

Mabel ORIGINALLY just invited Pacifica for a slumber party since she doesn’t know how to make summoning circles like dipper but when Tad saw Mabel and Pacifica having having a pillow fight and having fun he decided to poof in right accidentally being right between mabel’s and Pacifica’s Pillow and getting hit by the impact.

Bill and Dipper however were chatting upstairs in the attic (Dipper’s room now) talking about what to add to the journal and about the monsters in Gravity falls when they heard a thud downstairs so when they went down Bill saw Tad covered in feathers and laughed his guts out and then mabel shouted “GROUP SLUMBER PAJAMA PARTY!!”

and so they played Monopoly with Mabel and Dipper winning alot since Grunkle Stand had thought them alot about -ahem- everything thats fair in monopoly <.< you know what i mean. 

The teams would be ; The Pine Twins vs The Demons vs Pacifica (since she’s a CEO and she’s aloud to make any phone calls NECESSARY to win the game)

The game score

Pine twins 25 wins and the rest zero

Pacifica ; “I’m a CEO of a very successful company that’s already going global… how am I losing so much in Monopoly”


Tad ; “ok now I swear … i swear to god they’re cheating”

Mabel & Dipper ; “GET REKT.”

in the end they watch some Duck Detective while talking about what just happened in the show with Waddles sitting behind mabel and tad

Mabel ; “Oh c’mon bro-bro Duck detective is a genius! there’s no freakin way he won’t solve this case”

Dipper ; “what?! no, Mabs Detective penguin will beat him to the case, classic scenario”

Tad ; “well I think Madame dog is the killer”

Bill ; “No way, It’s definitely the Policeman i mean did you see how that guy back talked duck detective, honestly even Pine tree could figure that out in a second”

Mabel&Dipper ; “I know right! it has to be him!”

Pacifica ; “I honestly don’t know how you guys can’t figure it out, OBVIOUSLY Sir Cat was the killer, also did you guys just do the twin esp thing again ”

(fun fact the circlet of waddles head was mabel’s sweet 16 gift from Dipper it has an enchanment of long livety and it bonds waddles as Mabel’s Familiar so waddles can only die if mabel dies and he can feel when Mabel’s in trouble or find where she is at all times (I can’t let waddles die man i just can’t) Mabel also likes to enchant a growing rune on the circlet so waddles can grow big and she can ride on top of him like in the dream bubble)

Confection Confessions

This was almost the last scene of Since We’ve No Place To Go, but I cut it and have been sad ever since, so now it’s a drabble. Enjoy the fluff!

Rafael Barba was completely, stupidly, one hundred percent in love with Sonny Carisi. He hadn’t told him yet, of course, but honestly, why else would he be here up to his elbows in frosting and sprinkles if he wasn’t?

Court had let out early for once and he’d actually had a free evening to spend with his boyfriend, but when he’d asked Sonny if he wanted to get dinner the detective had ducked his head, mumbling something about Christmas cookies.

“For my parents’ Christmas party,” Sonny explained when Rafael had pressed further. “Ma makes me do them every year because I’m the best at it.” He’d asked if Rafael wanted to help and, again because he was foolishly in love, he said yes.

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Request: Anon

Aaaaaaaw! Nice one! Well- I don’t pick the characters on purpose- I’ll just take the ones who come to my mind! So I’ll also pick here the ones that I imagine something to first!  Thank you for your request!

He tried to ask you out the whole day, but shortly before he could, he was either interrupted by something or someone or was just too shy and changed the topic immediately. But when you two were finally alone, he stood infront of you, holding a list in his hands which he was trying to read but was too nervous to be able to decipher any word of it. As you looked confused at him, he’d just throw the list away, take a deep breath and tell you the truth. He liked you very much and wanted to ask  you if it was possible if you two could go eat something together, like sometime or any another time. Only if you wanted, of course. And while you didn’t say anything, he’d get nervous again, rethinking his words he said and look around for the list he just threw away. But finally, you’d laugh and told him with a big smile that you gladly liked to.
On the first date, he’d also be nervous. Nervous that he might say something wrong, so he carefully collect his words in his mind and rethink every single one. But with the time you two sat together, he would get calmer and stop thinking about the problems his words might cause. You two laughed much and talked about some topics that came in to your minds like things that happened to each of you or you experienced together or series you two liked. All in all, he just needs some time to get more sure about his actions and words infront of you and you two would really enjoy the time you two talked and laughed together on this evening. And you liked to repeat an evening like that with him.

Normally, she’d never ask you out first, but she just couldn’t wait anymore. Why weren’t you asking her out?! She just didn’t now, so she had to do it on herself. As you were living your peaceful life, someone suddenly called your name and made you turn around. An angry little Pacifica walked up to, She stopped infront of you and looked you in eyes. Now you just noticed the red cheeks she had. Before you could ask her, being confused, she told you to go out on a date with her. Speechless, you didn’t know what to say, what made her extremely nervous and blush even more. She’d get loud, telling you not to look at her like that and  if you didn’t want to go out with her, you just had to say it. With a soft smile, you asked her if she knew a good restaurant and that you would pay for her.
On the date, she’d probably also be a bit nervous, but wouldn’t show it. She just couldn’t believe her luck, sitting infront of you, being on a date with you. She’d try to awkwardly start a conversation like if you had already chosen what you wanted to eat. As you told her, she surpringsly tell you that she didn’t know that you had such a good taste. She began to talk about her favourite food and you would also tell her yours. And so you two finally talked about some other things like some things that just happened in gravity falls or her favourite clothes and so on. Some little laughter came from her and you couldn’t do anything else but just smile. You were relieved that she asked you, because you weren’t sure enough if she liked you back, so that’s why you never have asked her out.

When she asked you out, she also was nervous. It’s impossible to imagine, but she really wasn’t the calmest person when she asked you. Even though she wasn’t that nervous like Dipper and Pacifica. But when she asked you, she embarassly looked down at her feet, making some little circles. She’d tell you that she liked you for a long time now and that she wanted to go with you to a festival or something like that, Just the two of you. No one else. Like, you two, alone, on a date. While she said that, she’d make some gestures pointing at you and herself and having a shyly big grin on her face. As she waited for you to answer, you couldn’t help yourself but just blush. As you told her that you’d be happy to go on a date with her, her eyes would widen, her smile would get even bigger and before you could say anything else, she’d throw her arms around you and give you the biggest hug you had ever felt in your entirely lifetime.
On the date, no nervousness was to be seen anymore. She was the excited and confident person like always. She mostly talked, but it didn’t bother you. You liked to listen the things she told you. She swiftly changed from one topic to the other. First she talked about Waddles, that he ate some comics of Dipper. Then, she talked about the series “duck detective” which she still watched. She also let you speak and listen to what you said. Mostly of the time, she made you laugh with funny stories and some dumb jokes. It was a really amusing and entertaining evening and you really had fun.

It came out from the blue. You weren’t expecting something like that in that moment. He was around you, annoying again, as he asked you out. You were doing something when he showed up and started to annoy you like always. He flew around you, while you tried to ignore him and went on with your buisness. He talked about some things like how funny and even cute you were trying to ignore him. Maybe you two should meet somewhere so he could especially annoy you. As you looked with a confused look at him, he just sat in the air, telling you that you didn’t have to play dumb because he exactly knew what he meant. “So what do you say? By the way, “no” is no answer~!” he asked you with a naughty grin . If you said no, he wouldn’t let you alone until you finally gave in and agreed.
On the date, his elbows stood on the table and his chin was placed on this hands as he grinned at you. He’d tell you to tell him something about yourself. Of course he just said that because he wanted to tease you. He already knew everything about you, and you knew that as well. So you would just stare at him, narrow your eyes. But then, you’d just really start to talk about some things you liked and add sometimes: “…but you already know that. So it shouldn’t be a problem for you to get me a perfect present this year for christmas”. And this would make him laugh loud and enjoy this conversation to the fullest. And to be honest, you did have fun too and you were happy that you said agreed to this evening.

He wasn’t really shy when he asked you out. He was really confident like always, so he just came to you and gave you a charming smile as he softly took your hand  and asked you if you wanted to go in to a wonderful restaurant with him. An expensive and all exclusive, of course. Just the best of the best. He’d tell you that he just couldn’t stop thinking about you and you were always in his mind. As he asked you what you thought of it, you stuttered first. You were flattered by his words. No one ever told you something like that. And you kind of had the feeling that he truly meant these words he just had said to you. So you agreed to go out with him. 
On the date, he still was charming like you knew him. He asked you how you found the restaurant and if everything was fine. He wanted to make everything perfect for you. He even recommend you some dishes you should eat because they would be the most delicious ones. He’d ask you some questions about yourself, what you liked and loved. As you told him, he even carefully listened to you. It seemed that he really was interested in your words, so you went on and also asked him some questions. You listened to him as well and you two also shared some laughter. Of course he also talked about how his clothes were designed by his own designer and from high quality and also talked about money. He even brought a dress for you as a “little” present.
You really enjoyed this evening with him and you wouldn’t say no to another one with him.

My Kingdom Hearts 3 Wishlist (#KH3Wish)

While I’m glad that Tangled & Big Hero 6 were added to the world roster, these are the other Disney films & TV shows I hope make it into Kingdom Hearts 3 as worlds, summoning characters, &/or NPCs. I’m not expecting all of them to make it, but I’d be happy if at least one did.

Out of Context Fanfiction Quotes

“What’s in it for me?” he demands, lowering his hand. The human blinks. Then he feels around in his pocket hastily.

Bill’s not looking at Stanford, but he can feel him staring.

“I’ve got a - uh – Duck Detective Pez dispenser?” the human says, holding it out for Bill to see. It’s white and blue plastic, with a badly painted duck’s head in one end.

Bill has absolutely no idea what a Pez dispenser is, but is suddenly filled with a near obsessive urge to own one.