Dream

Indie Fandomless OC Written by Anna

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 hey guys! Long time no talk! My computer crashed a while back, & with it, most of my muse for any of my blogs.  Basically, I lost all my icons ( about 500+ for Cyn alone ) & need to dig through this blog to get them back. However, I’m thinking of revamping this blog & kinda getting Cynder back to who she used to be;  I’d like to try & get active again, but it’s just been such a trip, lmao.  Anyway. I love you guys lots. 

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I desperately need Cyn to interact with a Quasimodo or an Erik again because  goddamn it I just woke up in tears from a dream about my lovely poor deformed boys &   anyway Cyn would have such a meaningful friendship with them I feel like.   u gh guhgu 

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I desperately need Cyn to interact with a Quasimodo or an Erik again because  goddamn it I just woke up in tears from a dream about my lovely poor deformed boys &   anyway Cyn would have such a meaningful friendship with them I feel like.   u gh guhgu 

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greyaandgold:

The whitish glow of the ratlights gleamed off the Overseer’s golden mask, off the gold patterns embroidered into his black sleeves… and off the blade of the torso-length sword in his hand. His eyes narrowed behind the black holes of the snarling mask, taking in the girl in front of him. He’d caught movement in the alley she was huddled in, and had strode forward to make sure it wasn’t a weeper or heretic in need of dispatching.

It wasn’t. He could sense no taint of the Void on her, nor could he see any signs of the rat plague, no coughing or sniffling, just the crack of a terrified voice.

“I’m not going to hurt you, child,” he said quietly. “But this area is under observation and quarantine, and the streets have been cleared. What are you doing here?” came the hollow voice as he sheathed his sword.

  She can’t look him in the eye--  can’t force herself to stare into the empty holes of a mask  that in the mind of the terrified girl   seems to be real--   ( these haunted, empty faces, stalking the streets like nightmarish wraiths. )   Her gaze is locked on his sword,   on the knuckles that hold it at his side,  at the gleaming blade that glints in the light-- ( threatening ) She wonders how it’ll feel when it pierces her flesh--- when it hallows out her lungs,   sends the blood flowing & ----  The sword is gone, sheathed,  & his words sit, numb on her ears.  But even as he speaks REASSURANCE,   she scrambles back,   feel slipping, hands clawing at the ground below her  like if she tries hard enough, the wall will give way behind her,  & she will be free to run--  ( Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run run run-- )    “ Don’t--- “   She’s pleading again, like a broken record, a tightness in her chest  that suggests tears are on their way--  “ I just wanted to find my friend--   I just wanted to--- he’s dead--- God, he’s--- he’s dead-- Please....   Please, I’m not sick--     I’m not sick--  “ 

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@greyaandgold

There’s gooseflesh  rising along the back of Cynder’s arms,   & the hair on the back of her neck stands on EDGE--  ( There’s a shivver in her bones )  Even as she tries to even out ragged breathing,  her eyes WILD & SCARED,  like a cornered animal--   “ Don’t---- “  Her voice is broken,   even as she forces herself flush against the wall,   terrified.   “ Don’t get any closer-- “ 

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jokaa:

What did that girl just say? He didn’t looked like a volleyball! It was downright insulting to compare him, the loyal henchmen of the dark king Ghadius, with a filty volleyball! Girl or not, he won’t just swallow such an insult!

✨ “W-What?!? Of course I am not a volleyball! How rude to ask such a thing! Don’t you have any manners, young miss?!?” ✨

The fiend hissed, and jumped up and down in his anger. Okay, maybe he shouldn’t be surprised that he got compared to a ball. His size and height would probably fit one. And it actually didn’t sounded like as if this girl had tried to insult him… But Joka was still hurt in his pride.

  So it really can talk!!  Cynder jumps, surprised,   & has to clamp her hands over her mouth  to stop the startled yelp that’s worked its way up her throat  & onto her lips.   At this point, she can’t decide to be more scared  or guilty--  ( her brows furrow, even as she lowers her hands )  & starts to stutter out broken words  of panicked apology--   “ Oh-- Oh, I’m sorry-- I’m sorry, I didn’t think--  I was just worried that--       Sometimes people are just really dumb & --  Oh, I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean to be rude!!    I don’t even know what you are--!    Please forgive me--! “   Well, this is a mess. 

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ofargona:

“Literally, he tried to eat my face. And nah, I don’t think so. But then again, I didn’t stop round long enough to find out. The tribe usin’ the well are pretty well-known as out n’ about cannibal murderers so I wouldn’t really care if they were poisoned.” A pause. “You’d think to them it’d be like an olive in a martini.” 

She was holding the phone awkwardly now, pressed between her cheek and shoulder as she limped about the house. She had the TV on in the background to fill the rest of the silence, the spaces Cynder left. Moira couldn’t bear the silence any more; there was always something on in her home these days, either the television or the radio. She just couldn’t take the quiet. 

Slowly, she came to a stop between the two bars set up in her living room, resting her hands on them gently. They were meant for training, getting her walking normally again with the assistance of her new leg, but she tended to ignore them. There were no bars in the real world, after all. 

“…You okay, honey?” she eventually murmured, taking bar in hand as she began to take slow, steady, normal steps. “…I did it again, didn’t I?”

“ Ugh---- that’s disgusting!!! Never mind on the whole concern, thing--   That’d probably be good if they were poisoned... “  A hesitation, her tongue, sticking out in disgust.   “ That’s actually the worst thing you’ve ever said, Moira. I don’t think I can ever look at a martini the same way, now. “ 

 Her knuckles ache.   She can feel them,   she can feel the way the jutting bone sticks out, white against skin that’s grown thinner since the days passed.   ( Since the war )   This was who she was, now. All white-knuckled grips  & broken words,   & bones sticking out through a body no longer well-fed.   Her mind’s ragged, so why should her body be any different?    “ I’m.... fine... “   She says the words, slowly, trying to prove the lie to herself.   ( They shake, choke, catch against her teeth & tear away at her lips. )   “ I’m fine. “   She repeats them again, more convincing this time,  & it’s a habit. These words taste sweet like bile,   but if she says them enough, they’ll slowly start to feel real.   “ It’s okay, Moira--  It’s fine. It’s nothing.   It’s not your fault. I’m sorry-- “  They tumble out, the words, without direction,   without conviction,  but still she says them, for it’s NOT Moira’s fault.   It never would be Moira’s fault.   She couldn’t fix the past-- & she wasn’t the reason why he was gone.  “ It’s all right, I--- I swear.   I, uh... “   Her hands hurt. She needs to stop holding on so tight.   ( breathe. )  In, & out, like the therapists said. Collect your mind. Don’t let it run away.   Change the subject  before the eyes start burning & the memories start rushing back in.   “ I, uh. I.... I wanted to call to make sure you were okay, to be honest.       I miss you.    I know it hasn’t been very long, but... but it felt like forever since we last spoke.   Uh-- um.... how’s..... How’s your leg? Is walking coming easier? “ 

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gentlegiantingvar:

Ingvar watched curiously as Cynder procured something from a basket, It smelled awfully nice. It looked neat, too. What was it? Something to eat, it sounded like. He knew what blackberries were, but not what a pie was, but it must have been something she cooked. Did she make it for him? He didn’t want to waste it! It was so small to him, surely she would enjoy it more?

“Thank you, Miss Cynder, b-but wouldn’t you be better to be eating of it? You could be enjoying it more, I sure, s-since it not so small to you.” the giant reasoned with a frown of concern. Was he being rude in refusing, he wondered? He didn’t really like to eat in front of others because it made him self-conscious. 

  There’s a smile, ripe on Cynder’s lips,   at the giant’s REFUSAL---  ( He’s too sweet for his own good, really, )  Why, she hadn’t even thought about it:  This pie was PROBABLY a bit TOO SMALL, wasn’t it?       “ -- I suppose, “   She agrees, her eyes rolling up to find the great sky above,  thoughtful,     “ But I can always make another--  & anyway, I don’t think I could finish a whole pie all by myself. “   She hesitates, then, & the smile falters,  & her gaze follows the face of her giant, gentle friend-  ( she doesn’t want to force him to take anything he doesn’t want-- )     “ But-- oh, don’t feel like you have to take it!     If you really don’t want it, it’s quite all right, really!! “ 

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ofargona:

“Sure thing, baby.” 

She couldn’t stop smiling; a phone call from Cyn was rare these days, especially after what had happened with her less-than-favourable boyfriend. A lost lover could certainly put a damper on someone’s mood, something she’d learned herself, but even that didn’t seem to be bringing the girl down. She still sounded herself. 

But then, when it came to that bloody movie, the one she’d made her sit through eight times in the past month, she always sounded herself. 

“Can’t say the same thing, honey. Had a guy hidin’ in my mirror once, and there weren’t no promises of underground lairs or All I Asks Of You’s goin’ on. He tried to eat my face so I buried him in a well. You way too romantic for your own good.”

   It’d been ages. Years-- centuries, even-- since she’d spoken to Moira over the phone. ( All right, maybe not centuries ) But it’d felt like it-- the weeks of silence had become excruciating-- it was eating at her, burning her lungs,  reminding her that this solitude had been HER choice. She hadn’t spoken to anyone if she didn’t have to.... but it was good that the first voice she did return to for the first time in a long time   was one of friendly memories & kind words. ( she couldn’t spend this long by herself-- she couldn’t converse only with her demons. )   “ Eat your face ??  Like-- not the kissing kind--?  Ew.... “  The awe in her voice is ripe,   & her hands grasp the phone a little tighter as the story, short though it is, unfolds-- “ & you buried him in a   w e l l ?? Didn’t that like... poison the drinking water or something...? Do you think he’s alive? “ But then comes the phrase, & the smile’s gone, & there’s a new hallowness that’s starting to bud in the pit of her stomach. ( Way too romantic for your own good-- ) Hadn’t she heard that before?  From Ghastly? From Valkyrie? From--- ( She swallows, doesn’t realize that her hold on the phone is a death’s vice, ) an effort to keep from shaking.  “ Yeah, “  She comments, slowly forcing her breath to come out EVEN,   making sure her voice doesn’t betray the tears she can feel tightening her chest. “ I’ve been told that before. Guess that’s my biggest weakness, huh? I just don’t know when to stop loving. “

[lovebookquotes]

She was beautiful, and willful , and dead before her time.

(via lovebookquotes)

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@enviious

  “ Hey--   W A I T --- “  Her eyes, deep brown, like that of a frightened DOE,  are caught up after the figure of the strange woman,   ( & Cynder cannot help but feel the thrill of adrenaline )  pounding in her chest,   begging to burst from her ribs.   Coming close to death will do that to you--  ( coming close to death & seeing the prospect of a world that offers A LITTLE MORE-- )    “ Wait, please--   You can’t just  L E A V E  me here--  What if---      W h a t   i f   i t   c o m e s   b a c k ??   Come on, please-- you’re the only person out here,   & you-- & you can stop it. If-- if you take me with you, I promise I won’t be useless-- please-- “ 

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@jokaa

  “ Not to be a downer or anything, but-- “  Her eyes are wide,   ( & though she isn’t quite sure what to make of this... uh.. thing.. )   Cynder isn’t slow on the WARNINGS.   “ You might wanna be really careful out here--  Someone might mistake you for a really... really funky VOLLEYBALL,  & that wouldn’t be much fun.   You’re, uh... you’re.... not.... a really funky volleyball, are you? “ 

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@brazenlass

  “ You know, for the whole thing being a BIG CHEATING SETUP   to get them more money,   Casinos sure are pissy when people cheat. “   She shrugs,   laughs, & glances over at Nicole,   before managing to look a little PANICKED.   “ Don’t---don’t get the wrong idea, though.   I’ve never actually been in one.   Only seen them in movies. “ 

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@gentlegiantingvar

   “ I’m not the best cook ever, “   Her hands are fumbling over something,   ( a basket ) covered by a crimson linen, & while she remains crouched, she manages to pull something out--  ( a pan-- with a delicious, baked smell lingering to it. )  “ So I can’t promise what it’ll taste like, or if it’ll even be any good, but...    but I made a blackberry pie--  & I hoped you’d like to have it, maybe?     It’s really hot, though, so you’ll have to be careful. “ 

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@ofargona

  “ No, honest!!  I don’t care what they look like--  If I had someone with a phenomenal singing voice step out of my mirror  & vouch to take me to their underground lair,   I would marry them on the spot---  Hey---- h e y, don’t--   don’t laugh at me! It’s not   T H A T  funny--!”   ( She’s betraying her own objection, )  Her mouth split open in a grin   that tries to hide the bleeding laughter  spilling from her lips.