Whens Your Birthday?

When’s your birthday?

22th of October ^^

Safe and young. Donald Duck & José Carioca & Panchito Pistoles. 

n/a: can be interpreted as both platonic and romantic, inspired by @bamboozledeagle ‘s asks again, this happened years ago too lmao, takes place after ‘The Town Where Everyone Was Nice!”, massages and fluff and just a little bit of angst.

Donald plowed into the mattress, too tired and high strung to walk into his houseboat. If Scrooge had any complaint about him and his friends wandering in a straight line to a bedroom in the manor, he had said nothing about it and, honestly, Donald literally couldn’t care more for it in that precise moment.

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“34. What was your last dream about?”

Would it be weird if I say I don’t remember? I know I have awesome dreams, but as soon as I wake up it just takes a couple of seconds to forget what they were about.

(WARNING: Long post under the cut and GORE. It’s a crazy dream I had about a month ago. I’m writing it all so I don’t forget. You don’t need to read it if you don’t want to though)

However, in the last one I can partially recall there was a huge black dragon that for some reason wanted to kill me and another girl. We were hiding (and somehow dressed as brides?? I think we were getting married or smth but we were in a supermarket too… Idk dreams are weird) so the dragon started to fill the city with smoke and took random people as hostages to drive us out without realizing that we were between those people he had started throwing in random cells.

So we’re in a medieval dungeon and suddenly a small hole opens magically in one of the walls. It leads to another room that looks like a huge dining room with a lot of people (I think they were some kind of human-like goblins??) and the walls are covered in signs about how they used to fight the dragon and all the ways they could kill him.

My plan is to go talk to them and ask for their help. However the girl at first doesn’t want to keep going. I know that we will need to prove ourselves to those creatures for them to help us (and that, in that magical universe, new abilities, strenghts and alliances are gained through physical torture. It’s not specially painful, it feels like having your teeth removed while being anesthetized or your skin scratched. But still, having your arm cut/ shattered and your insides carved out is not funny), and there’s no way in hell I’m forcing her to do something she doesn’t want to, so I tell her to wait there and that I’ll be back for her. But at the last moment she’s like “Fuck it. If we’re doing this we’re doing this together” and goes through the hole.

My first thought is “Oh god I love her so much” followed by “Oh. Fuck. She’s coming with me. Well, at least I can protect her… Right?”

Wrong. When I follow her I find out that she is already talking with the matriarch of the group, that we both have to pass the trials and she’s offering herself to be the first one.

(This part is not really pleasant, you can skip to the next part **)

We enter a special room and the matriarch takes a giant saw and cuts my friend’s head in a horizontal way, right through her forehead, removes the upper half and with a knife starts craving the insides, thankfully avoiding the brain. Now, the thing about this world is that even if you are cut in half, you’re still alive. If you keep going without surrendering through the “whole level” you are magically healed, recover the missing parts and the pain goes immediately away after you’re finished. The moment you tell them to stop, even if it’s just a whisper, they will stop but you won’t recover what you lost during it. She doesn’t know that and I CAN’T tell her, or the pain will be worst. At some point she mutters that she thinks she’s going to fall, so they sit her in a chair, however she never asks for them to stop. After that, they start cutting her fingers piece by piece, one by one. She screams and hisses in pain, but never surrenders. I can’t even look anymore because it’s all my fault and I CAN’T ask them to stop even if it’s the thing I want the most. I’m so scared. What if I’m weak and I surrender when it’s my turn even though it’s not the first time I’ve done this?? What if her sacrifice is in vain?? I can’t let that happen. I can’t do that to her.

Then, everything ends and she stumbles towards my arms, fully healed and sighing in relief. It’s my turn.

**

I can’t recall her name, face or voice, and I’m pretty sure she wasn’t even real, but I think I loved her?? It sure felt like I lost someone important when I opened my eyes. The last thing I remember is sitting in the chair, making her promise that she won’t let me surrender no matter what happens to me and telling her I’m sorry while crying before I woke up.

So yeah, that was a weird dream. I’m not even a gore person, I can’t even stand horror films!! However, I wouldn’t mind having it again.

(Maybe I should turn it into some sort of story?)

Mwahahaha I’m back with more asks 7, 11, 22, 25 and 35 if ya please :)

“7. What shirt are you wearing?”

A purple pajama t-shirt with a huge Snoopy

“11. Favorite age you’ve been so far?”

Probably either 4 years old (I really was a happy little extrovert who loved socialising and meeting new people. Sometimes I wonder what happened to her) or 17-18 (aka. Right now) since I’m mainly free to do as I please when I please and I finally got people to fangirl about my special interests with them

“22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?”

I don’t think so. Does being so damn quiet some people actually forget I’m there yet everyone (even college teachers!!) actually know my name count?

“25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?”

Tbh, I’d probably just save them just in case. If not, I’d buy some more Copic markers (I need more colors in my life) or Mrs Beakley merch if there were any QwQ

“35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?”

(I didn’t know what to insert here, so you tell me :3 please)

61 for the 65 questions?

"61- Do you often read your horoscope?"

Sometimes, when I come across it because I'm curious af about what it will say, but I usually forget it immediately XD

AGDJSGDJSKOHMYSTARSLOOKATMYBABYYYY😍😍😍😍😍

some good boi that deserves the entire world cuz look at him!!!! pure boy!!!!

Who’s at the door? Oh it’s the numbers 39, 37, 40

"39. What type of music do you like?"

Pop, I don't usually care much about the type as long as the song is good though.

"37. Have you ever built a snowman?"

A really tiny one. Where I live it snows once in a blue moon (every 5-7 freaking years or so) and it usually disappears really quickly, so I can't do much either

"40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?"

Sunsets. Idk, they are prettier and I'm actually awake to enjoy them