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dreamcrystals2022-05-08 10:13 pm
stupidmammon) wrote in dreamcrystals2022-05-08 10:13 pm
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Sender: Mammon
To: Everyone
Subbject: A passive dream recording
[ Everything was bright and colorful. Wings, feathers, all fluttering around in the bright colors. A bright light, almost heavenly showing all around. It was like the sun was constantly shining, rainbows and warmth all around without a cloud in the sky, but...
It's not peace that's being felt. Such a heavenly appearance, but the only thing that could be felt was suffocation. And thousands of eyes peering all around. It felt like every step forward just got more stares and more disappointment. It felt so crushing, and the world around you shifts, making you feel so so small.
Then you hear the faint voices of anger, of annoyance, "If you don't shape up you'll be exiled! You never do anything but mess up! You're nothing but a nuisance! I can't believe he ever wasted his time creating you."
It's crushing, it's painful. For a place so beautiful, it felt like there was nothing but disappear, but another faint voice could be heard. This voice, while sounding deep and stern, the first spark of hope is born.
"Good job." "I know I can trust you"
And just like that, the world started feeling less suffocating. The world was filled with hope once more, as colorful wings start swarming around. They all seem happy. They all spark a warmth that just couldn't be described. Like a part of you that had been missing for so long started piecing itself together once more.
You reach out for the colors as a rainbow of feathers dance around you. You reach out for for the purest color to hold onto, but in an instant, that feeling is gone.
A loud scream.
Piercing sounds all around you. Almost like arrows were raining down upon you.
The pure light you were reaching for isn't pure anymore. It's stained with red. And the world around you turns black. There's screaming and pain and all of those eyes are on you once more. The pure light fades away and you fall. Along with the other feathery colors, you fall from the bright colors and you fall and you fall, until you and the rest of the lights hit the bottom. Darkness everywhere. Pain everywhere. All the colors in pieces. Your happiness is gone. B-But what if you could put it back together??
You could put it back together and all would be well right? Though the colors with you may not be feathery anymore. Even if they've changed, they could still be put together, right?? If you can just hold it all together, then you could reclaim that feeling again. You could—
only fool yourself.
That bright pure light you reached out for was gone. And instead of the warm words you once heard, the only thing that you hear now is anger, fear, prideful comments that just leave you feeling empty again. But these lights. They were all you had left.
"Scum bag" they were all you had left "Wish you hadn't fell with us!" they were all you had left "You're the lowest of the low!" they were all you had left
And still you reach out. Still trying to piece everything back together with this weight of the world on your shoulders, you keep trying, but then one by one, the colors fade away. But not without a biting word before they fade. Scumbag, Nuisance, Stupid, Moron, these words dance around you, like they were taunting you. And just like that you're alone again. You're alone in this black abyss, feeling nothing but pain in your heart, as tears stream down your face. You're alone now. You're all alone. ]
(ooc: I hope I did this right orz)
To: Everyone
Subbject: A passive dream recording
[ Everything was bright and colorful. Wings, feathers, all fluttering around in the bright colors. A bright light, almost heavenly showing all around. It was like the sun was constantly shining, rainbows and warmth all around without a cloud in the sky, but...
It's not peace that's being felt. Such a heavenly appearance, but the only thing that could be felt was suffocation. And thousands of eyes peering all around. It felt like every step forward just got more stares and more disappointment. It felt so crushing, and the world around you shifts, making you feel so so small.
Then you hear the faint voices of anger, of annoyance, "If you don't shape up you'll be exiled! You never do anything but mess up! You're nothing but a nuisance! I can't believe he ever wasted his time creating you."
It's crushing, it's painful. For a place so beautiful, it felt like there was nothing but disappear, but another faint voice could be heard. This voice, while sounding deep and stern, the first spark of hope is born.
"Good job." "I know I can trust you"
And just like that, the world started feeling less suffocating. The world was filled with hope once more, as colorful wings start swarming around. They all seem happy. They all spark a warmth that just couldn't be described. Like a part of you that had been missing for so long started piecing itself together once more.
You reach out for the colors as a rainbow of feathers dance around you. You reach out for for the purest color to hold onto, but in an instant, that feeling is gone.
A loud scream.
Piercing sounds all around you. Almost like arrows were raining down upon you.
The pure light you were reaching for isn't pure anymore. It's stained with red. And the world around you turns black. There's screaming and pain and all of those eyes are on you once more. The pure light fades away and you fall. Along with the other feathery colors, you fall from the bright colors and you fall and you fall, until you and the rest of the lights hit the bottom. Darkness everywhere. Pain everywhere. All the colors in pieces. Your happiness is gone. B-But what if you could put it back together??
You could put it back together and all would be well right? Though the colors with you may not be feathery anymore. Even if they've changed, they could still be put together, right?? If you can just hold it all together, then you could reclaim that feeling again. You could—
only fool yourself.
That bright pure light you reached out for was gone. And instead of the warm words you once heard, the only thing that you hear now is anger, fear, prideful comments that just leave you feeling empty again. But these lights. They were all you had left.
"Scum bag" they were all you had left "Wish you hadn't fell with us!" they were all you had left "You're the lowest of the low!" they were all you had left
And still you reach out. Still trying to piece everything back together with this weight of the world on your shoulders, you keep trying, but then one by one, the colors fade away. But not without a biting word before they fade. Scumbag, Nuisance, Stupid, Moron, these words dance around you, like they were taunting you. And just like that you're alone again. You're alone in this black abyss, feeling nothing but pain in your heart, as tears stream down your face. You're alone now. You're all alone. ]
(ooc: I hope I did this right orz)
Sender: Futaba Sakura
[What would her family do, that's the question, but—]
You have that second tapir, right? It's... got a spell on it! You gotta say the magic words for it to work!
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Magic huh? Alright lemme grab it. Wonder what kinda magic these fluffy guys have.
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[The best food dreams are when you get that all you can eat buffet for as long as you want, and you never get full... ah...
BUT SHE'S GETTING OFF TRACK HERE.]
So the magic spell, and you gotta say it out loud or else it won't work, is!
(ノﾟ∀ﾟ)ノ⌒･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*☆ Waka laka shalala BAM! ☆*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡. .｡.:*･⌒╰(’▽’╰)
[....how to say the kaomoji spell in real life, who knows! It's just there for flavour, but hey, it's to make him laugh here.]
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Waka laka shalala BAM~! It's that simple, huh? Well I ain't wanna do it on my own. So you gotta promise to say it with me.
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And, y'know, bonus if it made you smile and all.
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One day.
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Though if you wanna sleep and sleep for a long time, that's a different one and is subject to... maybe a longer sleep than you were expecting. Result may vary, so I dunno if I should say the spell... Σ(￣。￣ﾉ)
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I won't deny that I'm kinda an otaku though, Akiba is my fave place to be!
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Too bad I can't just go there now and grab whatever for... uh, who you're talking about.
The crown of my collection has got to be my Featherman figures and my Cathy figure. I love the rest of them of course, but those six.... a chef's kiss.
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Featherman? Whatz that?
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And Featherman is only the GREATEST sentai show ever, is what it is.
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Oh yeah?? Sell me on it!