typhonk

[typhonk]

Dejavu, I've had this dream before.

We were at the supermarket my aunty, my sister, and I. Everything was normal. A complete lack of sound, yes, but normal. We were just going around the small corner store. And while I almost never made eye contact with my sister or aunty, every bit of eye contact I did make was met with purposely empty faces, faces that remained blank, even as I held the perfect memory of their real expressions next to them. Just not on them.

So I went around and grabbed a basket. It had food inside but then it turned into lip gloss. Really bad PNG roses on it, the word changli written in cursive, surrounded by the kind of confetti I’ve only ever seen in movies.

I pocketed it. With purpose. Determined purpose.

Why? I don’t know.

After that, I wandered the store with my sister. Then, all of a sudden, the dream’s camera angle was only on me. I sobered into that 'realizing-this-isn’t-real' mood. And immediately started stealing Kinder Eggs. My aunty stared at me as I took my one normal Kinder Egg in foil, then we moved to the aisle with the peel-open plastic container kind. (My aunty usually gets mad at me for stealing in previous runs of this dream. So this was a major win.)

Then the scene switched.

We were looking at vegetables for dinner just me and my aunty. Not my sister. (She'll be back though.)

A family of four was there too. No faces, I remember specifically feeling that they weren’t important enough to warrant one.

They were just there:

One mom, three kids.

The furthest one was off-screen not seen, but memorized. The only daughter didn’t look at me, same with the mother.

But the closest child did. They stared up at me. I stared back. No attention paid to the desolate and alone, dingy vegetable fridge beside us. Just the faint sound of “remember the situation” playing in my head, confusing me a bit.

Then suddenly my sister and I were walking away. Past the decently average atmosphere and into an almost dingy area.

The air was light… until it wasn’t.

Eventually, we just stopped moving. In front of a janitor closet.

She by choice, Me not so much.

A man was inside, just putting a mop in and out of a bucket. Rinse, plunge, repeat. Pale skin. No demeanor. Just… environmental placement.

Finally, my sister made a comment about him. Probably snarky and rude I don’t know. My gut says it was.

Again, no noise. Just the knowledge that something happened.

Then he started to turn to face us.

But before he could fully I was suddenly at the glass, slide-open doors of my aunty’s house.

Only instead of a wooden fence in view, there was endless forest and an intentional lime tree in the middle, My sister was already halfway down the path. I followed her, trusting the smile she didn’t have in this dream before, or any of the many reruns before it.

We walked up to the tree, grabbing limes. Then she mentioned the stern man.

And he popped up like he belonged in a PNG game. He was the first complete face I’d seen in my dream. Pale skin. Tired, overworked eyes.

And an overall dead expression the kind that says he hates that he’s alive.

And somehow, it’s my fault.

That must’ve scared me.

Because I woke up immediately.

Feeling like it was tomorrow.

But it's only 4 pm loll

[typhonk]

Your wife however does.

She picks up the child, smiling softly at it.

"Hello little one, thank you"

She then snaps it in half and carefully cuts off the flesh organizing the bones to form the perfect skeleton a fine addition to your own Skeletal hoard... She always did know how to flirt

You are a centuries-old dragon, respected by many and feared by all. You've seen many things in your life. Never has a child wandered into your den. Never has a child gazed up at you in awe and deemed you a 'giant scaly puppy.' You are unsure of how to handle this.

[typhonk]

This would fit so we'll with my favorite prompt of

The main character tames familiar, gets hella praised for it. Till he meets another person, who knows what they were doing and it shows just how shit he was at looking after said familiar in comparison.

Ex: Dragon in small cage with just themselves (think httyd hunter cages) vs Dragon in a cage big enough to fly from one corner to another without hurting wings, and a perch/toys aswell as a curtain to block out any disturbing lights.

Each year, the Tree of Power grants one human child the power and title of 'Chosen,' granting them unimaginable power. All the previous Chosen were nobility, yet now, no one celebrates as the new Chosen is revealed—not a prince, nor anything similar, but a poor, angry peasant.

[typhonk]

"y'know? I don't think I remember us speaking that often, he's such a large part of my life but we've spoken so few times..

There was no reassurance when we first met that I wasn't dangerous, or even a single word of comfort when I cried that night. But I think he cared...I think he showed it in how he knelt down beside me as i cried and showed me how he could make his burning body turn into the smallest of flames that danced at his finger tips.

Or how he took me outside when I finished sobbing, showing me a firefly, they were pretty. Bright. Fleeting. I think he saw me that way. And I think the humans see me that way too.

But as of recently he's like a father to me. I don't think he wants to be one to me, but he is in my eyes. He showed me how I was used in celebration just like he was, and yet also how I was used in war just like he used to be.

Personally I always thought my war was more dignified it was still terrible but surely a quick death was better than one in which you live and burn no? But He didn't think so, he thought no war was dignified, that it was only a fight in which the poor die over something the rich argue about while they say safe.

I still don't understand that part but I'm still growing, im still learning, I'm only 9 now. And apparently we live a long time so I'm sure I'll learn a lot. Especially if he's here! He'll help me... Make sure I'm not boring... That the humans will still like me... So that I won't disappear..Right?

As the God of Fire, the Supreme God has tasked you to supervise and educate a newly manifested Goddess. You find a sad, terrified, and confused child, fearful of her powers and the destruction it caused the mortal realm. You are to guide a being born from Man's work, The Goddess of Explosions.

[typhonk]

"It was better when everyone actually knew what it meant.. but alas time flies away and with it so does the intellect of the people i interact with as now when people say "Themoron" so fast paced and as if its one word, one can only assume it's because they think it's my name."

You are an immortal. You angered a bard so badly that he epicly roasted you back. After a thousand years, even after the bard's name was forgotten, his words are still among the people. Everyone knows you as the moron.