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acrylic-reverie · 10 months

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[AGONY] - Your muse rescues mine from the hands of the enemy, and finds them in terrible shape. {Dream and Punz? ouo}

🖋 Muse Interactions | Misc. Scenario Meme

Everything feels agonising, and that is no overstatement. Dream can barely stand in the sun for longer than a minute or so. The prison was dark, illuminated only by a sickly salamander glow; that wall of lava was more of a temptation than a light source. Spilling thickly over the roof of xyr cell, curling in on itself and shifting into molten shapes that beckoned xem with a curdling voice and popped intervals. The heat gnawed at every part of xem. Lapped at xyr skin until it charred and ate away at xyr mind until only ashes remained. Confined by the sharp-ridged walls of obsidian, sometimes it felt particularly hard to breathe, when there was nothing but heat to fill xyr lungs.

Stepping out into the daytime now is nothing short of excruciating, when it is such a dramatic change to xyr previous environment. It's too cold. Xe extends xyr arms into the light and waits for flaming teeth to sink themselves into xyr skin, but it's too cold. Gold tumbling over xyr limbs, as bitter and frigid as the metal itself. It is less gentle when it climbs higher, twisting beneath xyr chin and skimming its talons along the side of xyr cheek. Digging the points into xyr eyes. Dream recoils when his eyes burn, rolling back to catch the flames on brimming tears that gather in the corners of his eyes and along his lashes. The constant pain is rising until it finds the inner walls of his skull and a pounding headache joins the amalgamation of deep-rooted pain.

It's difficult to follow in suit when shivers wrack throughout his body constantly, and even squinting becomes a chore, but they have to keep moving. Hands firmly held above his eyes to block out as much sun as possible. Punz is a blurry shape in front of him, barely humanoid through his swimming vision, but it's easy enough to follow the mass of white and blonde that's seemingly getting further and further away from him. He even considers reaching out. Hooking his fingers on the fabric of Punz's hoodie where it creases and folds over, before he gets too far ahead without realising. Thin, frail fingers twitch with anticipation. He has to wonder if his hand will even close around the material, or if his muscles have been too greatly starved by dry, raw potatoes to work anymore.

Dream feels sick. Not because he's ill, but because the premise of being in such a weak state in front of someone he'd consider is a friend is humiliating enough to make his stomach churn. "Wait," his voice is gravelly and rumbled at the back of his throat, kicking up dust while his vocal cords tear free of aged webs and moss. It's pathetic. He stops walking and bows his head with his eyes glued shut. Filthy, matted hair stretching beyond his shoulder spills forth in a dry heap. Lashes trembling beneath the weight of the sun, shame and bile rising in his throat. Maybe it isn't just the humiliation settling uncomfortably in his gut. Acid simmers and growls and he comes to terms with the fact that he is starving. Walking for this long, while his bones nearly tear through his brittle skin, is awfully taxing.

Xe trusts Punz to guide xem somewhere safe, that's the only reason xe is still standing. But even after xe has been dying for so long, covered in grave soil, xyr pride still lives. Xe would sooner die than admit to, albeit very obvious, weakness.

#woolgathering ⋆ rp #drowse ⋆ answers #▸seeping through the cracks◂ ⋆ dream [ic]#◃no rest for the wicked▹ canon verse #◃you'll pay more than green▹ punz #dcathbook

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I didn't post the fics for the other days here on Tumblr but they can all be found in this series!

#dreaming ⋆ ooc #dnfweek2023 #lucidity ⋆ fics

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DNF WEEK 2023

CALLING ALL ARTISTS AND WRITERS!!! the week of november 19-25 i will be hosting dnf week where each day will have a different prompt for you to either draw or write a dnf work based on :] would love for all of you to participate, and more info is under the cut <33

the rules written out:

TAGS TO USE - tag all Tumblr posts with #DNFWEEK2023, and there will be an AO3 collection titled “dnfweek2023” for all writers to post their fics to if they desire here!

ANY ARTISTS OR WRITERS ARE WELCOME TO JOIN - whether you participate in just one day or several, any fan works created for this week will be appreciated!

ONLY BASE THE PROMPTS AROUND DNF - this is DNF week, so all works should relate to DNF.

TAG ALL WORKS PROPERLY - make sure to properly tag all of your fics and art! Especially NSFW, and minors need to make sure to not interact with any NSFW works.

POST WORKS ON THE APPROPRIATE DAYS - make sure you post your soulmate AU works on 11/23, your Minecraft-themed works on 11/24, etc. Time zones don’t matter! If that’s the date for you, post it then.

finally, here’s more info for each prompt:

please reach out to me with any questions you might have and rbs are appreciated to spread the word 🫶🫶🫶

#dreaming ⋆ ooc

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Misc. scenario meme.

Send one for the following scenario. Add ‘reverse’ for our muse’s roles to be reversed where applicable.

[FREEDOM] - My muse is in recovery from being mind controlled/brainwashed for an extended period of time, and is currently living with your muse.

[HAUNTING] - My muse is a supernatural or mythical creature of some kind (feel free to specify) whose territory includes your muse’s home or town.

[CHAMPAGNE] - Our muses went to a party together, and have been flirting and making passes at one another all night. Now the party’s over, and they’ve made it home together, but there’s still unresolved tension between them.

[REAPPEARANCE] - Someone from my muse’s past has resurfaced - for better or worse - and they come to your muse for advice, shelter, or perhaps to celebrate.

[REVEAL] - My muse confesses a secret to yours that they either never talk about, or haven’t told anyone about in a long time.

[TENSION] - Our muses have been arguing, and things have gotten… oddly heated. It’s difficult to tell whether they’re about to break into a fight, or start kissing.

[BETRAYAL] - Your muse discovers that mine has been lying to them about their intentions, actions or history all this time, and confronts them on it.

[AGONY] - Your muse rescues mine from the hands of the enemy, and finds them in terrible shape.

[COMFORT] - My muse takes the day off to shower your muse with the attention, comfort and affection they’ve been needing for a while.

#illusion ⋆ memes #dreaming ⋆ ooc

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🖋 (I should have sent this before the headcanon thing but it's fineeee)

🖋 Potential Dynamic Ideas | Plots Meme

You're totally fine!! Throws my dynamic ideas at you... mostly DSMP! I'd love to hear your thoughts and preferred combinations too if you'd like to share :D

Rivals Duo ✦ I need more of them!! Gimme the friendly/competitive rivalry, or the enemies with a common goal trope. Times where they have to cooperate and times where they want each other gone -- I'm not picky! I just love the silly dynamics where they're always trying to be better than each other, as if they aren't the best of the best already. ✦ Bonus points if they finally come to understand each other's worth instead of being competitive about it and start to work together instead!

XDNF ✦ We have a roleplay going on with these two already… But either way, they're one of my favourite pairings! I write about them an unhealthy amount and I'll always be delighted to throw them into more dynamics together. There's just something so fun about the relationship of a god and their favourite mortal; one of my favourite dynamics in general is when weaker characters get their hands on a power that they shouldn't have. A mortal learning the consequences of messing with divinity… A god stooping to the level of humans and trying to learn their customs… You literally can't go wrong with this duo.

Canon Deities ✦ There is so much creative freedom with the gods of the server and I'd love absolutely any dynamic involving them! XD and HD, a little bit of Mumza sprinkled in there, even PandasPVP who I'd consider to be a pretty rare muse! The hierarchy of the divine is not spoken about enough... I wanna see the side of them that they don't show to mortals. The behind-the-scenes of their creations, the true extent of their power, even the stupid disputes that they get into with each other.

Drunz ✦ I'm a recent lover of Drunz dynamics and I really want to look into them more. There's so much more to their relationship than what they show on a surface level, what with the fact that they both have egos too big for their little human heads and share a common goal of experimenting with the revivebook. I just know there's darker stuff going on beneath it all because they're too willing to sacrifice for each other... you can't tell me they aren't crazily close to each other. ✦ The angst hits really hard with them, too. Give me all their selfishness within their relationship whether it's romantic or platonic, give me the unintentional hurting because they care too much about their goals to think about each other until it's too late. And definitely give me tragic mistakes that force them into realising just how much they truly care, they're just not letting themselves express it. My sillies.

Awesamponk ✦ I feel like Ponk writers are super rare and I was really excited to see them on your muse list! I'm a sucker for c!Awesamponk's convoluted relationship and I haven't really been able to explore it much in the past. Everything about them is so messy and I love it. All of the emotions that they've had buried beneath the torture that they keep putting each other through... not even Pandora's Box and the Egg could properly tear them apart. No matter the situation, the AU or whatever, these two stick together like glue!

Owen and Oeca ✦ Crossovers aren't everyone's cup of tea, but if you are interested, I think a dynamic between Owen and Oeca would be interesting to explore. Oeca already has a strained relationship with the Owen from his universe. Meeting a second who has no idea who he is? There's so much potential there!!

#drowse ⋆ answers #dreaming ⋆ ooc #dcathbook

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SEND “ 🐾 “ PLUS + AN ANIMAL AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO INTERACT WITH SAID ANIMAL

#illusion ⋆ memes

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George feels as though they are dying, slowly, along with the rotting world around them. Their feet are warm and they're sure it's blood pooling in their shoes, what with the sharpening edges of grass blades piercing their skin. The clouds above them growl and the rain melts their skin, and they have to wonder what acceptance loathes about them so much that it has to eat them alive. When their fingertips ghost their exposed skin, they find they are still intact. They're fine even if they don't feel like it. This feeling of their flesh sagging from the bone that it desperately clings onto is not real, because when they reach to soak their fingertips in their own blood, their hands come back clean. The rain is not acid, the wind is not ice and the ground will not swallow them whole. Yet they feel it all, because the process of moving on is designed to make them hurt. Lay their mangled body in the soil to be reborn and start anew.

His voice resonates within their skull, a low hum deeper than the guttural growl of the brewing storm. XD's voice has always sounded like a threat -- like something primal. Invasive, like he owns the forbidden territory of George's mind. But beneath the baleful hiss of telepathy, they can hear something else reminiscent of approval. If his words didn't echo in their mind so frequently, maybe they wouldn't have picked up on it. But they take flowing words apart piece by piece within their own thoughts; it's not like they didn't know that XD isn't too fond of Dream. They're always sensed it in his reverberating tone or the frustration that taints the air filthy. The only difference is that they didn't care, before. Why should they? When they had a god scampering to their side to sew shut their wounded heart, what would they care for other than their own appeasement?

"You're pleased," George says when they look at him. Brows furrowed and pressing their eyes into narrowed crescents, looking upon the divine with far too much pride for a mortal. Nose scrunched up in mild distaste, until the wrinkles ease with mirth and they stifle a scoff. "Like I was forcing you, an all-powerful deity, to play into a fantasy. Don't act like you had no choice." As if they had him beneath their thumb, the flesh of a mortal fingertip. They put too much emphasis on the way that they spit the word powerful. Because what sort of god bends to the will of something beneath them? What omniscient creature cannot even comprehend the ticking hands of clockwork? George's lips curl downwards, "isn't it embarrassing?" Acceptance turns them bitter and cruel.

They didn't intend to remove his mask; they know better than that. Perhaps they go as far as to push buttons, but they aren't stupid enough to look into the eyes of something supposedly eldritch, lest their feeble mind collapses beneath the glory of something beyond their understanding. Still, they try to twist their wrist out of XD's grip. A flower blooms on their forearm just beneath his hand and they purse their lips, annoyed. "Maybe it is. That wasn't what I asked, though, was it? Pay attention," George huffs with a childish bite to their voice, "I want it gone, natural or not. I can't afford to be this tired all the time and no one wants to dedicate their time to plucking mushrooms from their skin every day."

🌿 The godly being had no reason to shift to a more humanoid form. Least not now. After all, the other had not voiced their discomfort. Therefore they remained as how they often were depicted by their disciples. Since it was often how they appeared to mortals, unlike the goddess of death- whom often appeared as a human like being… with large black wings and even larger hat that shielded her face… The two were well acquainted with another… albeit XD had lost her book of death… and subsequently the revival book. Sadly they couldn’t retrieve them themselves… which made things worse.

After all those books were never meant to fall into the hands of mortals. Thankfully… one of the former gods was looking for the death book… they could only hope that they found it before someone else did.

When George admits that they are done playing pretend, a deep but low hum leaves them. The god drawing back every so slightly as they can detect no lie from them. So they finall admit it… that they were tiredlessly and foolishly dreaming of something that would never happen. The world slowly begins to shift with George’s acceptance… their realization, almost as if relieved that it can finally be… whatever they want it to be rather than specific settings and scenarios.

“I am not a good judge of time I’m afraid… after all, it’s rather meaningless to me as I am unaffected by it… so perhaps it hasn’t been that long… or maybe it has… who is to say.”

The god tilts their head as they notice their head reach towards them, a disconnected hand appears; grasping their wrist. After all… they would rather not the other try to remove their mask. It was the one thing XD had been prominent about when they first appeared before them. As the other speaks of mushrooms, the wings on their head flutter and shift as the halos around their mask move as they look at them; confusion would have been evident had they had facial features.

“Is… growing mushrooms not normal? Or rather… I assumed growing fungi was normal for fae like beings…”

#woolgathering ⋆ rp #▸your reign begins◂ ⋆ george [ic]#◃lost in a world of my own▹ canon verse #◃architect the game you're playing▹ dreamxd #dcathbook

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His voice is deep in their mind. Rooted at the very core, as if it has always lingered there, in the darker corners of their thoughts kept locked away by solid marrow and caged teeth. George shudders, and they cannot tell if it is the voice of the divine that lines their spine with ice, or if their body trembles solely beneath the weight of a celestial presence. Once, they were frightened of DreamXD. Surely anyone would be. For a mortal to try to wrap their mind around the grace of a demiurge, they may find themself welcomed to the brink of insanity. When he first showed himself, George recalls the tightness of their throat and the way their tongue felt swelled and their teeth soft. They recall vividly the way their skin crawled, how they were certain bugs skittered beneath their flesh whenever they heard the shuffle of divine wings. This may be a dream, but sometimes they feel it still; the weight of their tongue and the sensitivity of their skin. So easily pinned beneath the unforgiving heel of pre-eminent power.

George hums their reply. Lips pressed together into a thin, concentrated line. This is their dream, their world to command at the smallest flick of their finger, but there is nothing to be changed. As they stare across the empty plains and flooding skies, they come to realise that there is no need to crush this bud of imagination. It has not fully bloomed and still hangs dully from the branch, yet they feel strangely at peace. The wind combs through their hair like it treasures them. Soothes their concerns with inaudible whispers and a gentleness reciprocated only by dandelion seeds and loose feathers. "I'm afraid I'm not sure," they answer, while their eyes close. Behind them flashes recollections of an ancient acquaintanceship and bloody hearts. With every flash of green, they realise that they are sure, they just aren't content with the answer. They continue with a scoffed, "thoughts aren't easy to control. This dream isn't what I planned it to be. At least... not consciously."

It becomes more apparent the more that they think about it. XD is right, to an extent. Perhaps they don't remember him -- the subject of their slumber -- but he never seems to leave their mind, aside from now. Their fingers find the ground again and scoop soil into their palm. It's dry. Acrid, he can taste it in his mouth, something akin to abandonment or desertion. The grass seems to shrivel up at the realisation. "Has it been so long already?" George asks. Reaching for a memory that no longer exists, that has stripped away the vibrancy of their entire world with it. The sky weeps as though it is mourning a loss and the ground decays beneath their knees, is it all because he isn't present? Because they can no longer invite him into their dreams? Because they don't want to? They never thought they could forget the fact of their earliest memories in this land, yet they have not even a half-smile or the curve of a jawline to fit to a blurred face. Somehow, it's relieving. Moreso that DreamXD has not mimicked the face that departed so long ago.

"I'm not," they admit, "I won't expect you to play into my imagination all the time, XD. In fact..." George rises to their feet. Jade corpses and dirt fall from where they clung to their cloak and sleeves. "This is a good thing. You're the one that visits me, after all, not Dream. He's made it very clear that he has no interest in doing so. All of this playing pretend won't change that. I don't care." That's what this acetous taste is. Acceptance. It stirs uncomfortably in their gut, eating away at their very being, but it's a good thing. Hurts, maybe, like the grass blades that seem to pierce through their shoes, or the rain that has started to fall against their skin and burn like acid. But it's a good thing. It's a new beginning.

They feel the deity move closer and they shift nervously. Reaching a hand up to their side to see if he'll allow their touch on the side of his head and feel the bitterness through their fingertips. His voice resonates too loudly in their mind and they grit their teeth when they respond. "This infection," George mutters, thumbing at a mushroom by their hip, poking through their shirt. "It's exhausting. I'm sleeping too much. Can't you help me? You're a god, you can do something about it. It's annoying."

🌿 The being watches, listens. They do not speak for a moment. Not that they speak normally, their voice always only heard within the mind of the other. They only speak when they are playing ‘pretend’ or when they take on the humanoid appearance. But right now… they are simply… themselves. A low deep hum seems to vibrate within the brunet’s mind before the god’s voice echos once more. “You tell me… after all… it’s your dream, George.” Their wings shift behind them, spreading out to the fullest; not one, not two but three pairs not including the small set attached to their head. Each set of wings different from the last, one similar to the angel like wings on their head, another that was almost dragon like in appearance and the third set… more insect like.

“You control what you dream… even if you aren’t aware of it… I can change things yes, but that’s only based on what you think of.” They add, their cloak barely brushing the soil beneath them; fluttering and shifting on its own, completely separate from the fake wind that the mortal being feels. They have to admit… they are surprised that they hadn’t appeared in the form of their friend… but perhaps that is because their memory is failing them… or they are beginning to realize that this isn’t real… but sometimes dreams were better then reality. Especially when you’ve lost something or someone… Despite the god being unable to dream themselves… they can see the appeal of it… after all, they had lost someone close to them… two people in fact. But that was neither here nor there.

They shift their attention to their other unspoken question. “No I am not him… because you are not thinking of him… or perhaps… you cannot remember what he looks like anymore… however… you don’t seem… disappointed that I look like this… that I am here.” The god did have a more humanoid form, albeit it did resemble the one they often pretended to be in the other’s dreams. But then again, XD took elements of other people to create their humanoid look. Since they were always changing and shifting, becoming different and yet similar at the same time. Mortals had always been like that… at least in the god’s opinion.

“You seem… more tired as of late… although even so… you don’t always dream… so I am not always aware.” The god tilted their head once more, shifting slightly as they leaned down closer. But not too close, almost as if they were inspecting the other… looking for something that couldn’t be seeing by the blind eye.

#woolgathering ⋆ rp #▸your reign begins◂ ⋆ george [ic]#◃lost in a world of my own▹ canon verse #◃architect the game you're playing▹ dreamxd #dcathbook

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continued from here | @dcathbook

The worst part is that it's quiet. George kneels in an empty field and lets the silence sit. Not even the wind whispers loud enough for them to hear, though they feel it against their skin. Scathing over their thighs while the grass sways beside them and the soil bruises their knees. They pluck a blade of aventurine, absently, and let it colour the pads of their fingers green; every motion feels slow, deliberate. Like their mind is not entirely in the space of their dream and they are weighed by a sluggishness that should only exist in their reality. The grass is sharp between their fingers. They run their hands through it anyway. Leaning down to comb their fingers through the field and breathe deeply enough to fill the silence.

Soil clings to their palms, but they don't mind. It clings to their legs, too, and the fabric of their cape that falls over their shoulders. Maybe they're used to it. It isn't quite so irritating when they already have to deal with the mushrooms that sprout from their skin. Flowers that bloom at the uncomfortable junctions of their body, between their fingers, the space where their neck meets their shoulders or where their hips begin. It's all exhausting, like they drain George of the life that they have, but the flora always leaves an ache whenever they pluck a fresh stem.

It's lonely, here. They don't understand why -- usually, their dreams feel more alive. Usually, the sky is not filled with miserable clouds and the threat of thunder, nor such a vast expanse of nothingness. They're used to the little paradise inside their head, where the sun is too bright for the naked eye and tulips mark their footsteps, where the world around them is too beautiful to properly comprehend and where a friend awaits them every time without fail. George is at a loss for words, because usually Dream would start speaking first. He'd spark the conversation, and they'd fall into that false sense of security that they fall for every time. He'd drown in the sunlight and they'd fail to get a good look at him, but they've started to accept that it may be because they haven't seen him for so long. At least, not the real him.

George's breathing is loud in their ears. Another sound joins the emptiness and they blink the lonesome bleariness out of their eyes. It sounds as if the sky is splitting itself in two, tearing through rigid fabric. When they turn, they're met with robes and wings. Something exuding power beyond comprehension, they nearly feel as though the weight of it is forcing them against the ground and they cannot move from where they sit on their knees. George kneels upright, blinking slowly. Thoughtfully.

"Hello," they say, eventually. Threading their fingers through the field. They come back sullied, brown and green. Soon enough, they turn their gaze back to the sky, brows furrowed in contemplation. "Why is it... like this? And you're..." Not him, this time. Strangely, they don't seem to mind.

#woolgathering ⋆ rp #▸your reign begins◂ ⋆ george [ic]#◃architect the game you're playing▹ dreamxd #dcathbook #◃lost in a world of my own▹ canon verse

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random sentence prompts ━ from various tv shows, part 3

if you’ve got something good, that just means someone wants to take it, right?

i am not gonna watch that happen again.

i like rules. they bring order to the chaos.

you’re my favorite person in the world, but you’re acting weird.

i don’t want to be anyone’s hero. i just want to be safe and boring and happy.

we did so many bad things. it’s all burnt in my brain.

i know that i am flawed, but i am trying to be better.

if you think i’m a killer, prove it.

i’m, like, perpetually single.

no one in the world had more reasons not to believe in me, but you still did.

everyone expects me to have it all together, but i just don’t.

i don’t care what other people think about me. your opinion is the only one that mattered.

if you’re always a disappointment, then it’s impossible to disappoint.

i got so wrapped up in my own dreams and feelings. i took what we had for granted.

what we are to each other is so much more complicated than any stupid wife or husband or girlfriend.

it’s too much for me, you needing me.

i want us to go back. back before the mistakes, the lies. back to when we were unstoppable.

i guess all the time i feel like i’m kind of trapped because i can’t describe how i’m feeling.

you deserve better than me.

everyone keeps saying the only thing that will make this better is time and maybe space.

i didn’t want you to leave last night.

got to clear the skies for some blue skies, right?

i just don’t want to get hurt again.

everything’s still unresolved, you know?

nobody deserves romance more than you.

i don't know when i'm going to get over this. but i want to be beside you when that day comes.

is it cold in here, or is it just me?

i’ll get blamed if something bad happens to you.

i’ve got one rule for you. dance with me.

why is this so hard?

can we keep having dramatic yet memorable dates?

if you tell me right now that you’ll never forgive me until the end of time, i’ll leave you alone.

i’m not the problem. you are.

you two are weird in all the same ways.

forget other people’s definitions. be who you want to be.

if i love you now, imagine how much i’ll love the person you become?

i just don’t see it adding up to happiness for any of us.

i kind of felt like you were running away from me.

i’m not a stranger. i’m just strange.

every time i do something to be happy, someone gets hurt.

all year, i’ve tried to do the right thing, but what do i get in return?

you strike me as a queen without her crown.

we’ll always find our way back to each other.

what’s the point of fighting so hard to stay alive if we’re just going to die alone?

you know there’s a chance. that’s what you can’t square. that’s what hurts.

things went bad for you, things went bad for me.

it’s not that i’m like you. it’s that i love you.

i’m losing my fucking mind, and i’m terrified.

you knocked me off balance in a good way.

he knew what to do. he always did. and he was a fucking asshole about it.

you should get the hell away from me. i’m poison. i ruin people.

you sound like a bad romantic comedy.

i think we can make long distance work.

you’re not a victim. you’re a killer.

i know kids lie to their parents about stuff, but you don’t do that. it’s not you.

you can come back from this. i know you can. you have to.

people die, they become a threat.

you’re either the cat or the mouse.

when you go down, i hope i’m there to see it.

we’ve always needed each other. that’s what our entire relationship’s been about.

i’m not evil. i just did an evil thing, one i deeply regret.

#illusion ⋆ memes

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💭 + whichhhh of your muses are musically talented? Whether it be playing an instrument or singing? (Hello! ^^)

💭 Musical Talent | Headcanons Meme

Hi! Thank you for the ask, and thank you for reaching out. ♡ The last few days have been busy so sorry for the late reply 🫶 In order of most to least musically talented, here are a couple of headcanons surrounding my characters' relationships/experiences with music! (Headcanons may vary & change in different AUs, but these ones apply to MOST versions of my characters.)

DSMP

George

George is usually the most musically talented of all my characters. They're incredibly experienced on the piano; you could offer them a piece of music that they've never seen before and they'd be able to read and play it with little practice, if any at all. More often than not, they're the display child of their family, hence their many capabilities such as instrumentation -- their piano-playing was just another way to show them off. They may be good at it, but they don't truly enjoy it, and it isn't a talent they like to flaunt when all it does is resurface uncomfortable memories. But the memories play an important part in the way that they play, too. No matter how much they loathe it, when there is such raw and miserable emotion coursing through them when they play, it makes their music sound all the better. They despise the piano.

Though sometimes, it feels freeing. To play out of his own free will instead of being forced into it.

That said, their relationship with music hasn't completely fallen apart! While picking up the drums was supposed to be out of spite, they quickly fell in love with it. George isn't as good on the drums as they are with a keyboard, especially as they have less time to practice what with how busy they've been getting as they've grown, but they certainly enjoy it more. There may be some mistakes here and there and the lack of perfection can be frustrating, but they're learning quickly!

Singing is something that they like to do privately. It's more of a hobby than something they like to properly practice, so they don't like singing in front of other people or even hinting towards the fact that they like to sing. However, working on their breath control led them to finding and testing out their now favourite instrument, the ocarina. It gives way for a lot of creative freedom because it isn't particularly popular, and it's difficult to find sheet music for it. It started George's spiral into writing music for themself (mostly for piece on the ocarina, but sometimes piano, too) and learning how to read music for other instruments that they don't play just for the fun of it!

Karl

Karl is a little all over the place with vir musical interest. Ve's the type of person to seemingly know how to play every instrument you've ever heard of; even the ones you probably haven't heard of. You'd think ve must have some sort of secret, hidden stash of instruments that ve messes with in vir free time, but ve doesn't actually own any other than a keyboard. That won't stop vir from trying to get vir hands on a friend's guitar just to play a song because ve feels like it, nor will it stop vir little remarks of, "*I think I still remember how to play that,*" when happening to spot an unusual or uncommon instrument. It's absent-minded, really, though it may come off as bragging sometimes.

Admittedly, they can only play basic songs with almost all of these instruments that they claim to know how to use. Maybe they can only really play Twinkle Twinkle with a harp, but they're sure it still counts, at least a little bit. They may not be perfect with every instrument, but it's difficult to pick just one to focus on when he impulsively changes his mind at the flip of a switch. Plus, Karl can't read sheet music, so 'learning' how to play instruments typically consists of fucking around until he finds the right notes and memorises it. It makes the process all the longer -- no wonder he gets bored and moves on so quickly.

Sam

Quite some time ago, Sam used to play the violin. It has been a while since then and although it claims to remember how to play it perfectly, it's pretty likely that a few years of separation from its instrument may have taken a toll on how well it plays. The thought of it does happen to discourage it from picking up its violin again, only extending the time it has spent away from playing. Aside from that, Sam is another singer with one of the better voices of all my characters. It has quite the range, and while it can reach notes high enough to be somewhere around the lower end of a Tenor voice type, it sings more comfortably as a Bass. Sam doesn't sing often; it's an unintentional hidden talent. The kind of thing that it'd never speak about unless specifically asked about it. Not even in passing conversation, or if somehow reminded of it. Getting roped into performing on the spot isn't exactly appealing.

Dream

Dream's interest for instruments doesn't run so deep. He's a busy person! He hasn't exactly had the time to sit down and dedicate his already thinning time to learning how to pluck strings the right way, or how to pair the right notes together to make a chord. Once upon a time, he found the idea of playing guitar intriguing and spent a little bit of time trying to learn. Being someone that typically likes to travel and adventure a lot, having a portable instrument seemed like a nice addition at the time. Maybe it was only a fantasy, to think about playing songs around a campfire, or filling a silent forest with plucked strings and strummed chords. Now, xe can only really remember the basics. Maybe a song or two if muscle memory can recall it.

While xe may not have much experience with an instrument, Dream has taken a liking to singing lately. It isn't something xe likes to brag about, although xe isn't shy about it either. There's definitely certain genres and areas that xyr voice fits better, given that xyr pitch range isn't too broad, but seeing as it's almost becoming a hobby... xe might start taking it seriously! The practical aspect, at least, not so much the theory. Ever since discovering his interest in singing, he's also become a little bit of a lyricist. His lyrics are something he considers to be more private, though.

Velvet

Since he was young, Velvet has taken and only recently stopped taking guitar lessons. His guitar and the music he plays with it is extremely meaningful to him; not being particularly well-off meant that he didn't have a lot of opportunities for privileges like playing music. As a child, his parents scrounging up enough to get him into lessons and, eventually, his own guitar almost seemed too good to be true. Ever since, it has been an interest rooted so deeply that he doubts he could ever fall out of love with his instrument. But sometimes, he dreads to think that he isn't very good at it. Something about reading the sheet music doesn't quite compute in his mind and he struggles to read it fluently, but given a little time and dedication, he can manage. Learning how to play new songs takes time, probably more time than it should for most other people, but he wouldn't dare give up something so important just because he's a little slower than everyone else.

Oeca

Oeca has absolutely no musical talent whatsoever. His musical knowledge is so poor that you'd think he's never seen nor handled an instrument in his life, and he doesn't have nearly enough voice control to try singing. It's almost to the point of others being unable to decipher what song he's humming unless you happen to recognise the (slightly off-beat) rhythm. Music has never really interested him. He finds it tedious to learn and memorise the way an instrument works and how to read its music; as I'm sure you can tell, Oeca isn't a patient person. One of the main reasons he finds it so frustrating is because he has no sense of tempo due to his impatience.

He might even be a little tone-deaf. Oeca struggles to differentiate pitches and is pretty much incapable of matching the pitch of a note when he's given one. It's one of the main reasons for his impatience with music; he just doesn't understand what he's doing wrong, when it doesn't sound wrong to him. He's very unaware of the fact that he's tone-deaf and just figures that music is unnecessarily difficult or meant for the naturally gifted. But that doesn't mean he doesn't indulge in listening every now and then. He likes music, he just doesn't like making it.

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Finley

Finley is a bit of a complicated case. Given that he has lived underwater for the majority of his life, he hasn't had access to human instruments -- not that they would work underwater, anyway. Woodwind and brass instruments wouldn't make a very appealing sound as soon as they get clogged with water, while strings and percussions would be dampened by the water. Not that it matters; he isn't interested in human trash that litters the ocean, anyway, even if it's something as interesting as an instrument.

That doesn't mean he has no musical talent whatsoever, though. There are alternatives underwater. It's very likely that Finley took up some sort of instrument created by his people, but after the presumed extinction of his kind, he doesn't like to talk about the past and that includes the culture. Any questions about his musical background will be shut down immediately... which does insinuate that he has something hidden, though he never intends to share it.

Emery

Emery is similar to Karl, in the way that they took it upon themself to learn how to play every instrument within their reach. Indulging in both the common and the unheard of, just to broaden their knowledge for the sake of having options for composition. They've always been enthusiastic about taking to the stage, particularly so at a younger age, and found an interest in the different sounds that instruments can produce because they wanted to create a piece for themself. A themesong, if you will. Some sort of riff or leitmotif that would play whenever they're introduced onto the stage. If people are going to recognise them through a sound cue, they'd prefer it was one of their own! The only instruments that Emery tends to steer away from are woodwind and brass instruments. Their breath control isn't something to brag about and they prefer the sound of strings, anyway.

#drowse ⋆ answers #musing ⋆ headcanons #▸angel eyes◂ ⋆ george [headcanons]#▸a little uneasy◂ ⋆ oeca [headcanons]#▸the devil within◂ ⋆ dream [headcanons]#▸drive me mad◂ ⋆ velvet [headcanons]#▸deja vu◂ ⋆ karl [headcanons]#▸morals are black◂ ⋆ finley [headcanons]#▸venomous vibe◂ ⋆ sam [headcanons]#▸missing link◂ ⋆ emery [headcanons]#dcathbook

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🐝 * ― 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

❛ are you always so competitive? ❜ ❛ are you okay? are you hurt? ❜ ❛ are you sure you can do this on your own? ❜ ❛ are you thinking what i'm thinking? ❜ ❛ can you go take care of this, please? ❜ ❛ can you show me how to fight? ❜ ❛ can you tell me more about your adventures? ❜ ❛ do you believe in ghosts? ❜ ❛ do you ever think about anyone other than yourself? ❜ ❛ does it really have to be like this? ❜ ❛ don't you think you've already done enough damage for one day? ❜ ❛ has no one ever given you a compliment before? ❜ ❛ have i ever told you how beautiful you look in the glow of the moonlight? ❜ ❛ have you noticed anything different about me lately? ❜ ❛ haven't you ever wondered why i never talk about my childhood? ❜ ❛ how can you just go to sleep like nothing happened? ❜ ❛ how many more people have to suffer before you realize your madness? ❜ ❛ is there anything else i can do for you? ❜ ❛ is this really how you want this to end? ❜ ❛ isn't it ironic? ❜ ❛ what are your plans for today? ❜ ❛ what else do you want me to say? ❜ ❛ what else have you hidden from me? ❜ ❛ what happened here? where is all that smoke coming from? ❜ ❛ what has happened in your life that made you like this? ❜ ❛ when were you going to tell me? ❜ ❛ where are we supposed to go from here? ❜ ❛ who will be able to stop them now? ❜ ❛ why can't you just act like a normal person? ❜ ❛ why can't you just leave me alone? ❜ ❛ why can't you just stay focused? ❜ ❛ why does everything always have to be so complicated? ❜ ❛ why should i believe you now when you've told nothing but lies? ❜ ❛ why won't you just tell me what i did wrong? ❜ ❛ will it ever stop hurting so much? ❜ ❛ will you go out on a date with me? ❜ ❛ will you just shut up and kiss me already? ❜ ❛ will you please text me when you get home safely? ❜ ❛ you're completely out of your element here, aren't you? ❜

#illusion ⋆ memes

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💭 Gimme some about Emery… and him being soooo sleeeeepppyyyyyy

💭 At Night | Headcanons Meme

Emery is by no means a peaceful sleeper. They're subjected to much more than just tossing and turning.

The empty space of their bed needs to be taken up one way or another; Emery is constantly, and unknowingly, on the move, spreading themself out to occupy as much of the space as possible. Their shuffling and rolling typically leaves them with skewed sheets, discarded pillows and pains in their body as a result of uncomfortable positions. Emery will always come wake from the night with a kink in their neck and an aching in their forearm. Worst case scenario, they end up with a bruise here and there, so they aren't necessarily a morning person. Waking up in discomfort is bound to make anyone a little miserable.

That said, it's incredibly easy for them to latch onto things. Sharing a bed with Emery will not, fortunately, earn you a night of sheet-snatching and misplaced limbs. There's less empty space for them to occupy with something or someone else in the picture, so instead of throwing themself about, Emery will attach themself to the person or item beside them. You might find yourself trapped with their arms around your middle, or maybe you'll get a little luckier and just have an arm restrained in their grip. Either way, they latch on like a leech, and despite being asleep, they will not let go. Due to this, Emery does have a collection of stuffed animals to use for convenience, when they don't feel like having to rearrange their entire bed after they tear it apart the previous night.

Clinginess aside, Emery can also be a little chatty when they're sleepy. From quiet, drowsy sounds to clear out-of-context words, it's common to hear their voice even if they're fast asleep. Their speech rarely makes sense, however, and will usually consist of single, simple words that don't necessarily hint to whatever they're dreaming about. Sometimes, though, they are able to respond to people in their sleep. You may even be able to have a full conversation with Emery while their eyes are still closed -- they won't remember it once they're fully conscious, but every sentence sounds clear enough for you to assume that they're comprehending what you're saying. Likewise, Emery will get up to do things while they're in this state of being half-asleep, but they'll make mistakes. Ask them to bring you something, and… well, they'll bring you something, just probably not what you asked for.

Finally, to fall asleep in the first place, certain conditions need to be met. For example, Emery will not be able to sleep if it is not dark. They aren't able to nap during the day due to the light and their lack of blackout curtains. Similarly, they will be unable to sleep during the night if there is any source of light in their room, no matter how dim. They have quite the burning hatred for nightlights. Additionally, there has to be some sort of quiet, constant sound in the background for them to fall asleep. Whether it be a TV show playing quietly in the background, or the humming of a fan. The only exception to this is a ticking clock. They find it impossible, or at least extremely difficult, to drift off without these requirements, so it's very common for Emery to refuse staying the night at other people's homes.

#dreaming ⋆ ooc #musing ⋆ headcanons #drowse ⋆ answers #▸missing link◂ ⋆ emery [headcanons]

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34. THIEF : for one muse to confront the other after having something stolen by them. ✧ a comprehensive list of scenarios ✧ @unfounded-daydreams

The market is busy. Not bustling, per say -- it is still. Filled with sullen faces and bruising limbs hovering behind shabby excuses of stalls, if they can even be called such a thing. The wood splinters more than shattered bone, and George sees too much of it. Skaa with their bodies bent out of shape. Cradling the bare minimum of goods in their arms or on their broken countertops, because mutilation is paid fairly with scraps of food and fabric, is it not? They picture the upturned snarl of a Lord preaching those words like they are righteous. Luthadel will never climb from how deep it has already fallen.

George thumbs at the edges of their hood and lets it scrape frayed teeth against the pads of their fingertips. It's never been comfortable, though likewise they have never had the need to consider such a luxury. Comfort comes second to protection, and although they will never escape the all-seeing eye of the Steel Ministry, at least their sanity is spared when their head is bowed and draped in black. To be acknowledged is to be executed, they say. They do not need anyone pairing a face to their sleight of hand, not now. Not when they have come so far getting away with petty crime because their own people cannot fathom the existence of mist-dwellers. It is precisely that which makes the marketplace an easy target. Maybe it is cruel of them, to steal the very essence of life from walking corpses, but they don't intend to meet the same fate. Even if their stomach churns at the sight of skeletons clawing at the inner walls of paling flesh. These people need food.

Luck is not on their side, but it never truly is. The streets are littered with Skaa, because nobility wouldn't dare to dirty the soles of their fine-polished shoes with the blood and bones of the peasantry. Gods forbid the upper class leave their separate world of perfection and joy to be met with how bitter the truth is. The nobles will never not be spoonfed delicacy after delicacy, they would sooner collapse than have the dying breath of the starved exhaled into their space.

..But, every now and then, one will be cursed with sympathy. They'll walk Ruin's morbid road and watch the people grovel for a taste of their riches -- George is sure they get some sick satisfaction from that, because if noblemen were truly capable of feeling commiseration, they would use their crowned voices. If the compassion of the upper class was truly real, they would not compare humans to animals. They would not scoff in the name of the Skaa's ancestors and they would not drawl over crystal glasses about their successful plantations. It makes George's skin crawl until it sickens them, sickens them to their foulest core.

And maybe they are no better than the people they claim to loathe. Because while George does not break bones and bruise flesh, they snap off pieces of the heart for their own currency.

Trinkets usually have meanings behind them, particularly so when they are kept in the hands of unfortunate. Useless, cheap pendants weigh heavy as bards of pure gold when they are given definition. Heirlooms are worth a short life, some would say. How many Boxings would they gain from stealing an oath? A ring with commitment engraved into its very body?

George's mouth tastes bitter. They're used to it by now, the taste of iron on their tongue and between their teeth, it lets them call for their desires. They are a thief in the foulest way. Pulling on the very things that their people have sewn their hearts into, yet their remorse will never outweigh the need to live, so they pull still. Keeping their head down as a pendant is tugged gently from the chain that sits against a sickly woman's collarbone. It drifts beneath their cloak and into a hidden pocket, where it does not belong. They pull on the fake jewels of earrings, they pull golden coins from the depths of sealed pockets belonging to the unsuspecting elderly. They slip a ring from the finger of an oblivious blonde.

Their cloak weighs with the addition of pathetic wealth.

#woolgathering ⋆ rp #▸your reign begins◂ ⋆ george [ic]#◃the weight of the world▹ mistborn verse #◃never feed the animals▹ dream #unfounded-daydreams

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