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i don't think i'll ever be back on bry.de so no hard feelings if you want to unfollow. this blog makes me sad so i might delete it eventually.

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i really like bry.de da verse what if i make a sideblog for dirthamen!bryde... or just... dirt, but inspired by bry.de's da verse 🤔

[brydde]

what type of villain would you be?   

the tragic villain.       everyone  thinks  you're  very  melodramatic  because  you  never  miss  an  opportunity  to  break  out  in  lengthy  monologues  about  everything  that  is  wrong  with  the  society.   but  you  are  deeply  misunderstood.  the  world  has  scarred  you  and  now  you're  simply  trying  to  get  even.   the  hero  says  you  go  too  far  in  trying  to  achieve  that  and  so  they  conclude  that  you  must  be  stopped.   just  because  you  killed  a  few  people.  you  have  a  perfectly  logical  reason  for  that.   the  hero  would  actually  see  your  point  if  they  stopped  being  a  sanctimonious  asshole  for  once  and  would  just  hear  you  out.   or  maybe  you're  actually  wrong  somewhat….  you'll  think  about  it  later.

[brydde]

bry.de + the creation of adam .

[brydde]

SIX SONGS THAT REPRESENT YOUR MUSE.

exhale inhale, aurora i was a moving thing before i was a human being / i was the ice before it melts / i was the tree before it fell / my dear, come near / do you understand what is happening? / crawl beneath the earth / to feel the hunger and the thirst / if you could fly and be the bird / then you would see the forest burn

sway, jadu heart why did you make me? / why did you make this? / what you say when you tell me about it / what you mean when you tell me i'm fine as i am? / an imperfect man / i'm the fortress in your mind / i'm the feelings left behind / i'm the saviour, i'm the pill / i'm the deer, i'm the kill / i'm the fear, i'm the guilt / ever leaving, never leaving

blinding, florence and the machine seems that i have been held in some dreaming state / a tourist in the waking world, never quite awake / no kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber / until i realize that it was you who held me under

i'm your man, mitski you're an angel, i'm a dog / or you're a dog and i'm your man / you believe me like a god / i'll destroy you like i am / i'm sorry i'm the one you love / no one will ever love me like you again / so when you leave me, i should die / i deserve it, don't i? / you believe me like a god / i'll betray you like a man

it's all so incredibly loud, glass animals super silence in the quiet, eye inside the storm / water from your broken iris fell toward the floor / everything waiting, shakin' as it drops / i tried for you and i, for too hard, for too long / gave it all and everything for more time, but i lost / oh, we're breakin' down / whispers would deafen me now / you don't make a sound / heartbreak was never so loud

mountain side, wezn higher and higher the flames burn, keep on burning / fire to fire the world turns, keep on turning / if we could rise up on mother earth, we'd start learning / fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly / i just want to fly high above the ocean / free myself of time / i'm the only motion / so lonely, forgotten / i fall to the sun

SIX QUOTES THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE.

"You are made of dreams and this world is not for you."

"If you dream a fiction and wake with that fiction in your hands, it becomes fact. Do you understand? For you, reality is not an external condition. For you, reality is a decision."

"Does any part of you still look at the sky and hurt?"

"One day he'll wake and all he has made to flourish will wither. He will coil round himself, a snake devouring his children, then slither away with us all in his belly. And we shall go away with him knowing what a good dream it was."

"I'm more than just a copy of you."

"We have forgotten how to be good guests, how to walk lightly on the earth as its other creatures do."

[brydde]

🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑵.  reblog this post and give the person you reblogged it from a small compliment in the tags.  just something sweet and simple that’ll hopefully bring a smile to their face.

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✧ — ⋆   𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .

some  ideas  for  first  meeting  prompts  that  may  help  break  the  ice  between  characters .  feel  free  to  amend  contexts  &  roles  where  required !  violent  &  alcohol  related  prompts  present . 

[ BAR ]  :   for  your  muse  to  join  mine  at  a  bar  [ DINER ]  :  for  your  muse  to  join  mine  at  a  diner / restaurant   [ SAVE ] :  for  your  muse  to  step  in  to  save  my  muse  in  a  fight  [ FAKE ] :  for  your  muse  to  pretend  to  know  my  muse  in  public  to  save  them  from  a  difficult  encounter [ RUN ] :  for  your  muse  to  grab  my  muse’s  hand  and  tell  them  to  run  [ STEAL ]  :  for  your  muse  to  try  to  steal  from  my  muse  ( pickpocketing ,  in  their  home  etc  –  feel  free  to  specify  context ! ) [ STUDY ] :  for  your  muse  to  join  mine  to  study / read   [ PICNIC ] :  for  your  muse  to  join  mine  on  a  picnic  [ FIRST  DATE ] :  for  your  muse  to  meet  mine  for  a  first  date   [ BREAK  IN ] :  for  our  muses  to  break  in  somewhere  together  [ ATTACK ] :  for  your  muse  to  try  to  attack  mine  ( specify  context ! ) [ DANCE ] :  for  your  muse  to  invite  mine  to  dance  [ PAY ] :  for  your  muse  to  pay  for  my  muse’s  item(s)  ( specify  context ! ) [ TAXI ] :  for  our  muses  to  share  a  taxi  ride  somewhere [ CAR ] :  for  your  muse  to  jump  in  my  muse’s  car  and  tell  them  to  drive [ LOCKED  OUT ] :  for  your  muse  to  be  locked  out  of  their  apartment  &  to  ask  for  help  from  mine  [ DIY ] :  for  your  muse  to  ask  mine  for  help  with  diy  in  their  home  [ DARE ] :  for  your  muse  to  approach  mine  on  a  dare [ PATCH ] :  for  your  muse  to  help  mine  with  an  injury [ COMFORT ] :  for  your  muse  to  comfort  mine  [ SWIM ] :  for  your  muse  to  throw  mine  into  the  sea /  a  river /  pool  ( specify ! ) [ RESTRAINED ] :  for  our  muses  to  be  tied  up  together  [ CRY ]  :  for  your  muse  to  find  mine  crying   [ KIDNAP ] :  for  your  muse  to  kidnap  mine [ DRUNK ] :  for  your  muse  to  look  after  mine  while  drunk  [ ZOMBIE ] :  for  our  muses  to  be  caught  in  a  zombie  attack  together  [ TRAPPED ] :  for  our  muses  to  be  trapped  somewhere  together  ( stuck  in  a  storm ?  kidnapped  together ?  dodgy  lock  on  a  door ? )  [ WARN ] :  for  your  muse  to  warn  mine  of  incoming  danger [ COFFEE SHOP ] :  for  your  muse  to  join  mine  at  a  coffee  shop  /  café [ WORK ] :  for  your  muse  to  help  train  mine  on  the  first  day  of  their  job  [ ROOMMATES ] :   for  your  muse  to  be  my  muse’s  roommate  ( feel  free  to  specify  whether  in  a  college  or  a  regular  setting ! ) [ BOOKSHOP ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  in  a  bookshop  [ EVENT ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  at  a  charity  event   [ FUNDRAISING ] :  for  our  muses  to  team  up  to  raise  money  for  charity  ( feel  free  to  specify  potential  ideas ! ) [ COMPETITORS ] :  for  our  muses  to  be  rivals  in  a  competition  [ KARAOKE ] :  for  our  muses  to  sing  karaoke  together  [ MUTUAL  FRIEND ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  through  a  mutual  friend [ STOOD  UP ] :  for  your  muse  to  join  mine  on  a  date  after  noticing  that  they  have  been  stood  up [ MISSION ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  on  a  mission  [ UNDERCOVER ] :  for  your  muse  to  approach  mine  while  undercover [ MUSUEM ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  at  a  museum  [ ABANDONED ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  in  an  abandoned  building  [ STARGAZING ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  while  stargazing  [ ROOFTOP ] :  for  your  muse  to  find  mine  on  a  rooftop 

[brydde]

The Long Bright Dark, 1x01 // Form and Void, 1x08

[brydde]

bryde, completely unprecedented: capitalism is so fucking bad dude. i miss the fucking stars man i cant take this shit anymore. arent you pissed? are u not mad at this shit? bro are you listening?

ronan, being handfed by his handsome lover: can you shut the fuck up one time dude

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This note was written by a child who was listening in on a bunch of artists discussing art and life.

[brydde]

PEOPLE I'D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER!

alias / name:   valley.

birthday:   may 19th.

zodiac sign:   taurus.

height:   150cm / 4'11".

hobbies:   rp, screenwriting, gaming, and *failing at* gardening.

favorite color:   forest green.

favorite book:   i don't have one. but if i had to choose, i would probably choose a maggie stief.vater book.

last song:   bedroom exile - giant rooks.

last film / show:   true detective: night country.

recent reads:   i was rereading the dream thieves... i need to pick it up again.

inspiration:   the all-consuming rage and hopelessness i feel whenever is see trash in nature. cosmic and eldritch horror. irish legends. spy movies like the bourne and bond movies. inception (2010). the eternal fight to exist and be happy in a world (and a body) that hates you.

story behind url:   just bry.de's name with two d's. i wanted to keep it simple and short. coincidentally, "brydde" means "cared" in swedish.

fun fact about me:   english is my fourth language! until two years ago, i was using google translate daily to translate things for my replies. i've come really far, but there's much i still have to learn and perfect. i'm very grateful to everyone who has shown interest and love for me and my muses despite my funky grammar. 🥺❤️

tagged by: @4ger ❤️😘 tagging: @chth0nia, @artisanals, @tsareviich, @raytm, @fenixburned.

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PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE *  inspired by this post. these don't have to be romantic - you can specify romantic or not when you send them. in essence, these are simply intimate, affectionate moments to share with someone you love and care about. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder

[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together

[ brush ] sender brushes receiver's hair

[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it

[ necklace ] sender helps receiver with the clasp of their necklace from behind

[ zip up ] sender assists receiver with zipping up a piece of clothing

[ unzip ] sender assists receiver with unzipping a piece of clothing

[ shoelaces ] sender bends down to tie receiver's shoelaces

[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off

[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair

[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders

[ puddle ] sender hurries to stop receiver from stepping into a puddle

[ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen

[ feed ] sender feeds receiver's pet/s for them

[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together

[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste

[ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too

[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them

[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them

[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls

[ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver

[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking

[ massage ] sender notices receiver looks tense, steps up behind them, and massages their shoulders

[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about

[ silence ] sender and receiver comfortably exist in silence together, both of them working or reading or focusing on something different

[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house

[ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing

[ see ] sender sees something that reminds them of receiver and texts them a picture of it

[ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar

[ win ] sender lets receiver beat them in a game

[ puzzle ] sender helps receiver solve/put together a puzzle

[ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in

[ kneel ] sender finds receiver sick in the bathroom ("tossing their cookies"), and kneels beside them, holding their hair back and cleaning their face

[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver

[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair

[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds

[brydde]

it's a weird emotion when somebody goes "doesn't this just shake you to your core and rewrite your dna and change who you are as a person" and your honest experience of it was that it was ok

[brydde]

* ✉ [ @4ger ] asked : ❛❛ if bry.de was a video game final boss, how would the battle unfold? consider things like mechanics, the music, the setting, the stage, potentially the story etc. is he one of those fuckers who get a second stage when you think you've already beaten him once? ❜❜

The game has started with Bry.de pulling you out from the dark, and it will end with you condemning him into this dark. (Pull his plug, watch him go out like a light bulb.) He has been a friend, a teacher, but now he's the thing standing between you and the world as it was, as it has always been. An uncomplicated reality with rules. A realm where all your loved ones live, but you don't belong. Awake. Asleep. Real. Not real.

Your character wakes up in a dream in a forest high up in the sky. Bry.de is there, waiting in a clearing. There's no need to say anything. He knows what you have come here to do. An oppressive soundtrack begins to play.

You call for your trusted weapon, Nightmare. In an instant, a flaming sword materializes in your hands. Instead of calling for his own blade to meet yours with, Bry.de looks at the sky and wishes for rain. And rain it falls, dousing the flames on your sword, rendering the fire damage null. The game prompts you to approach. You have no other choice.

You fall upon him with Nightmare. The QTEs are tough. You fail most of them. (You are meant to fail them. It's a deliberate game design.) Bry.de easily sidesteps your every attack. When he does retaliate, it's only to push you back. You barely take damage from it, but it gets frustrating after a while. His voice is full of pity when he pleads for you to stop. Your character hurls swears at him, angry that he's in control even now.

You realize the only way to make him take damage is to weaken him first. Change the arena to your advantage. You know his weakness. Why not use it to douse his flames like he had yours? You close your eyes and dream of a city. High-rise buildings rise from the ground around you two, tearing the trees from the earth by the roots. The ground shakes, and so does your controller. The buildings groan as they shoot up towards the sky. Above the groaning buildings, aeroplanes soar through ominous grey clouds with engines louder than thunder. Trains and cars appear around you only to crash into each other, polluting the air with toxic fumes and creating more sound. Every loud noise comes together to create an ear-bleeding cacophony that seems only to affect Bry.de. You and Bry.de fight for dominance of the dream. Black, oily liquid flows from his eyes, nose, and ears. He's covering the city in it. You stand ankle-deep in this mysterious black blood. He looks like he's screaming in pain, but no sound comes out of his mouth. You win, you think, when Bry.de falls to his knees, hands covering his ears.

The game gives you two choices. You can cut Bry.de's connection to the Dreaming, or you can eradicate the Dreaming entirely. Cutting him from the Dreaming means sending him into a dreamless sleep, never to wake. Tens of thousands of dreamers will follow him, eventually. They will live for a while, but it will be a slow death for every single one of them. Bry.de has a plan to save them all. Forever. If you let him go, he could save them all. But his plan involves breaking the world as you know it. You're not sure what "breaking the world" entails. Will it save tens of thousands only to doom billions? Bry.de is sure it won't, but he is just a man (despite you looking at him like a god).

Destroying the Dreaming means destroying all things beautiful and dreamt. It means no more dreams for you. No more dreams for the dreamers. But it also means no more nightmares. No monsters to bring back to hurt your loved ones. It will be a quick death. You'll just go to sleep; every dreamer and dreams will go to sleep, but it means you'll have made the world safer for the non-dreamers.

So, death either way. You could have a chance of a good life if you let him win, but the game doesn't give you that option. You have no other choice.

Whatever you end up choosing doesn't matter. It ends the same. Bry.de grabs your blade when you approach him. He looks you in the eyes, more aware than you realize and strong still. You realize he hasn't lost this fight. This is him surrendering out of his own free will. He's tired. He's so, so, so damn tired of fighting. He loves you. If you want this, he'll let you have it. You have chosen wrong, but he doesn't hate you for it. Time is a spiral. He will come back again. Maybe you two will be friends again. Maybe you both can change the world forever together next time. He guides Nightmare into his heart. It cuts not only his flesh (dreaming and waking), but also his connection to the Dreaming. He has made the choice for you.

His head falls forward. In the dream and in the waking world, Bry.de takes his last breath. Your controller shudders in your hands as he takes his last breath. The controller's light changes from red to white.

The world is still open for you to explore after this seeming victory. There are quests to complete, people to save. You still have your other companions, but it feels as though you are walking the world alone. He's not there to ask about a relic you found. He's not there when you need him to do his magic. You feel Bry.de's absence in everything.

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nimble hands stilled in their searching . . . looking up, bryde sought instead for eames' baby blue eyes with his amber ones. something about that simple thank you had given him pause. he searched eames' face for what that something could have been, staring maybe a little too intent, too long, into eames' eyes. ( you would have to excuse him. he had never been shy a day in his life. ) his lips parted and then closed again. that something had nothing to do with how eames had said it, he realized, but how he had felt hearing it. sad . . . eames thanking for the smallest act of kindness shown to him had made him sad. he wondered who else eames had to go to lick his wounds. was he his first choice? blinking, he forced his attention back to the med kit. what the forger said next prompted an amused huff out of him. " better start cursing now. this is going to hurt like hell. "

the brunet soon found what he had been looking for: a packet of fast-acting painkillers. he held a tablet up for eames to see before putting it where he could reach with his still-good arm. " won't do shit at this point, but it's better than nothing. " a bottle of water was thoughtfully placed within eames' reach as well. " i don't have anything for you to get shit-faced with, so please shut up about it, " he explained in what he hoped was a not-too-unkindly tone. a closer look at the wound and some ( hopefully not too painful ) prodding revealed no critical injury to underlying structures. or so he figured, to the best of his abilities. had they been in any other profession, bryde would have strongly advised a visit to the er and an actual, learned doctor more appropriate for the task of closing eames' wound. but they were criminals. who else could they go to if not each other? " are the people responsible for you looking like a sad punching bag still on this earthly plane with us? " he asked, part curious, part ruse to distract eames as he washed the wound with a syringe of sterile saline. he knew from experience that it wasn't a pleasant experience, but the saline was nothing compared to the antiseptic he would be dabbing around the entrance of the wound with in a minute or two.

          RESPONSES APLENTY DIE ON EAMES' LIPS     even before bryde turns his back on him.   it's not for the dull pain pulsating from his shoulder all the way down to the tips of his fingers   .  .  .   he has been in situations more dire than this  &  it had not killed his humor.   if there is a way to turn his own failings into a joke     (WHETHER OR NOT THIS HAS BEEN YOUR FAULT IS TO BE DISCUSSED AT A LATER DATE)     eames will find it.   so if that is not it?—————     all else is more embarrassing to admit yet just as simple:     being taken seriously in your peril is   .  .  .   unusual.   one of the side effects of turning everything into a joke.     (&  THAT MUST BE YOUR OWN FAULT,   NO?)     so instead of arguing,   he is stunned into momentary silence for once  &  choses to obey instead.   fingers stiff from the cold slip more than once as he unbuttons his shirt.   briefly,   eames considers dragging it over his head but when he so much as thinks about lifting his arm,   the pain almost causes him to lose his lunch all over the carpet.   pattern wise,   certainly an improvement.   for the sake of bryde's beauty sleep,   he ventures to fiddle with the buttons instead  &  though he loses more than one,   not that the shirt could have been salvaged considering all the blood,   eventually gets to leave it in a dirty heap on the floor.   the white undershirt will have to stay.   it's a tank top.   bryde will manage.     "bossy,"     he mutters,   but does not protest earnestly when he lets himself fall backwards onto the bed.   horrible idea really,   when you have one functional hand  &  the other is currently clutching a towel.   for a moment that eames hope remains unnoticed     (BUT ALSO KNOWS THAT IT DOES NOT)     he almost tumbles right back to the floor.   he regains balance before he mortally embarrasses himself  &  for a moment,   there's only the sounds of bryde digging through the first ai kit  &  eames drying his still dripping hair.   a silence he,   of course,   cannot endure for long:     "thank you."     is what he decides to say because it has to be said anyway,   so why not now?     "chances are,   i'm going to curse you out a lot over the next few minutes while you fix me up,   especially when i don't get a drink for the pain.   so i figured i might as well thank you now before i spontaneously decide you are the worst person alive."

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