* STAB.

oyasumi oyasumi.

[dreamfled]

                  JUST BECAUSE YOU DID SOMETHING BAD.                                                    doesn’t make you a bad person.

[min-play]

waiting for something to happen?

[anothercstle]

                                          THANK YOU MARIO !

                                 BUT OUR PRINCESS IS IN ANOTHERCSTLE !

[dreamfled]

@artiificed​ asked:  ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . / from basil.

Sleep was hard.

It was like cutting cold turkey, but if you needed at least a little turkey to survive. It was moderation over addiction. Despite how much he wanted to stay in bed, to fall back into Headspace and wrap his arms around idealized younger friends. That’s not what was good for him. That was not healthy.

However, dreams were split between that idealistic and terrifying. The harsh gripping nails of terror. Eyes staring down at him, accusatory in their gaze. However, he is trapped. He looks down at his hands, and blood covers them. His skin turning horrendous. He’s turning into a beast. No, a monster. No. He already was. The outside was just matching the inside.

A shout, and he’s being squeezed. Mari is killing him, she’s getting her revenge finally. It’s what he deserves, it’s what his punishment is.

However, it is not death that meets him. Only consciousness. Eyes shoot open, and he fights for a moment before the familiar smell of floral and grass float around him. Basil. Of course it was Basil. He was staying over. He wasn’t in Black Space, he wasn’t in the grips of guilt.

Things were getting better. Exhaustion grips him, despite having just woken up, and he stops fighting. He wraps his arms around in the warming hug and relaxes – just a fraction.

[dreamfled]

@lostbasil​ asked:  “Well, pretend I’m not here. What would you say if nobody could hear it?”

What   would   he   say   ?

What   a   question.   Sunny   frowns   quietly,   eyes   flickering   to   the   side.   What   could   he   say   to   his   sister   ?   If   she   was   in   front   of   him.   If   he   could   say   one   more   thing   to   her   before   she   fell.   Before   his   hands   pushed   her.   Before   they   faked   her   end.  

Tears   were   difficult   for   Sunny.   Years   of   fighting   them   off,   a   mental   block   from   the   truth.   Any   tears   that   could   have   fallen   have   long   passed.   A   mourning   period   that   he   didn’t   get   to   participate   in.   He   pulls   his   knees   up,   burrowing   his   face   against   it.   It   took   far   too   long   for   him   to   come   up   with   the   words.   Sunny   closes   his   eyes   for   a   moment,   hesitation,   before   he   takes   a   breath.  

Trust   in   Basil   allows   his   mouth   to   open,   for   words   to   spill   out.  

“   That   I’m   sorry.   That   I   should   have   told   her   about   how   I   felt.   That   if   I   had   said   something,   then   it   wouldn’t   have   gotten   to   that   point.   That   I   still   love   her,   and   it   was   all   a   stupid   accident.   I’d   never   do   that   to   her,   it   was   an   accident.   “

A   hesitation.  

“   …   I’d   ask   if   she   hates   me   for   killing   her.   “

[dreamfled]

ooc. Someone stop me from making a Princess Peach blog.

[elesketchii]

duet

[k0re-art]

I think Sunny deserves all the happy,,,

[glubshit]

it be like that

[dreamfled]

OOC. I'm mobile, but I'll tag this later. Sunny is the person who is invited to a party, goes to said party, ignores everyone there and heads straight for the cat. Spends the whole party just playing with it with a spare piece of string or petting it.

[dreamfled]

OOC. Psst. Like this for me to jump into your IM to do some plotting.

[xcchoco]

TRUE ENDING SPOILERS

sketching our favourite (accidental) partners in crime

may i colour it in a future? who knows

[dreamfled]

@artiificed

[grey-spark]

(TW: suicide) Sorry for the misspellings. And there is SO MUCH i missed here, but the purpose of this analysis was to be a brief shotgun explanation, meant to capture the general idea OMOCAT was going for. I don’t believe in “death of the author” so I think this explanation gets 90% of what she intended with Black Space but there’s still so much left I missed. Like the Heaven and Hell sequence and so many small details.  

But this is good enough for now. I may come back and make a better version of this in the future, but I think this was just SO OVER DUE I just had to post it. 

[haninichuu]

picnic sleepover 💤🌻✨

[memesomething]

Noticing Trauma sentence starters

Feel free to alter dialogue to suit your muse!

“That really spooked you.” 

“I don’t want to pry, but.. I want you to know I also want to listen, if you want someone to talk to.” 

“Well, pretend I’m not here. What would you say if nobody could hear it?” 

“Does this happen a lot?” 

“Hey, what happened between you two?” 

“When is the last time you ate?”

“Is this okay?” 

“Hey.” 

“This is the third meal you’ve missed this week, are you okay?” 

“[Name]?” 

“What did he/she/they do?” 

“This … hurts you.” 

“You don’t feel safe, here.” 

“When you look at [trigger], you… what is that?” 

“What can I do?” 

“You were crying in your sleep.” 

“What do you dream about?” 

“Whenever you get stressed, you do this thing with your hands. What is it?” 

“You’re right, I don’t understand, yet. Will you help me?” 

“Should I leave a light on for you?” 

“I brought you some water.” 

“I won’t judge you.” 

“It doesn’t have anything to do with trust. You don’t have to tell me. But I’ll listen, if you do.” 

“Count your breaths with me, okay? Ready? One, two, three, four…” 

“I’m here.” 

“Talk to me.” 

“You don’t need to tell me everything. I just want to know how I can help.” 

“Let me hold your hair back, at least.” 

“You used to love that [item].” 

[hkzrt]

"SUNNY... I love you..."

[dreamfled]

@psychamancy​ asked:  ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them .

nonverbal prompts   /   accepting.

It was a bad day.

Sunny couldn’t really say why. Perhaps it was the way that the wind carried the scent of a familiar flower. Perhaps someone had talked about a picnic on the bus. It could have been any numerous tip offs.

Or it could have been none of them. No one said recovery was easy. It got easier, with time. With support. However it was never a straight road. You stumbled, and sometimes fell. Perhaps that was what Sunny was doing right now. Falling.

It made him miss the Dreamscape. The fake escape that he had created in his dreams, that he had spent the last four years exploring, that he ( no, Omori ) knew like the back of his hand. However, he had promised himself never to fall into that destructive habit. It had withered him away, stolen that time away from his life.  

It didn’t mean he didn’t miss the escape it provided from the memory of harsh stares and rough voices. From a broken body at the end of the stairs, from something that stared from the break in the trees.

It had taken much too long for Sunny to notice that arms had wrapped around him, weighted and bringing him back from the floatiness of his panic. He signs quietly an apology, noting the familiar orange hair of a friend.