#EVERYOTHERDREAM. THE TREASURE TROVE OF LOST DREAMS ; a multimuse featuring muses from series such as persona, metaphor: refantasio, the legend of zelda, nights, and perhaps one day, more. independent & private. dash only. oc & crossover friendly. not spoiler free. drunkenly penned by pokecat. ( she ⸝⸝ her. – 28. ) ---- minors do not interact. est. 2025. standard rp etiquette applies. ---- extremely low activity.
A STUDY IN : the dreams of a single person. finding memories when they're needed most. the silent protagonist. the blank slate. the fool's journey. time marching on. the hero of every timeline. a gate of dreams. being pulled in every direction at once. remembering how to breathe. letting go of your fears. remembering the past. looking forward to the future. closing your eyes. learning to open your heart. weaving through your memories. smiling in the face of adversity. fighting until you draw your last breath. breaking the seal. the world. remembering how to dream.
CARRD. MUSE LIST. MEMES & PROMPTS. NiGHTS MASTERPOST. MAIN BLOG. SECOND BLOG. THREAD TRACKER. INTEREST CHECKER. MUSE SELECTION WHEEL.
I AM SELECTIVE AND PRIVATE. while i'm not horribly picky about who interact with, i am mutuals only. there may be times when i do not follow back, and it may just be because i don't see our muses clicking. you're still welcome to send memes and asks though! i am not used to playing canon characters so i am very nervous and slow when it comes to this blog. be patient with me!
THIS BLOG WILL HAVE NSFW AND EXTREMELY DARK THEMES. there may be alcoholism, death, suicide, abandonment, existentialism, etc. assume extremely dark themes. i will tag things i'm aware are major triggers, however if you do need something tagged, please feel free to message me and i will gladly accommodate you by tagging related posts.
GOD-MODDING OR META-GAMING IN ANY WAY WILL NOT BE TOLERATED. i’m here to enjoy myself, not sit here and watch you twist my muse into a pretzel. if you’re unsure of something in a thread, message me! or if you want we can just plot things out. i’m very open to these things, so please don’t ruin that.
DO NOT FOLLOW ME IF YOU FALL UNDER ANY OF THE FOLLOWING CATEGORIES. you rp incest, rape, or child shipping. you are a minor, racist, homophobic, transphobic or ableist. this also includes those who use ai generation of any kind. this is non-negoitable. i am not afraid of the block button and i do not play games. don't fuck with me and i won't fuck with you.
FORMATTING IS NOT REQUIRED. i format with small text and small-ish icons. i can change this up if needed, just ask! i do ask that you cut your posts if you can, but it is okay if you can't, i can cut them for you! i also add color to my post. if this is a problem again, just let me know. i'm happy to accommodate.
PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS MUST BE DISCUSSED PRIOR TO INTERACTION. i'm very wary when it comes to rping canon characters, so i may be hesitant with this. just be gentle. i love pre-established! just make sure you remember to talk to me about it first.
YOU MUST BE OVER THE AGE OF 18 TO INTERACT WITH THIS BLOG. due to the nature of the blog i will not interact with anyone under the age of 18. ideally however, i would prefer to only interact with those who are 21+. i may make the occasional exception here and there, but other than that i may refuse interest in you if i don't feel comfortable. sorry.
OVERALL BE COURTEOUS AND KIND. use your common sense and i'm sure we won't have any issues. i'm not interested in drama, vague posting, all that petty bullshit. i'm a grown ass adult with a job and responsibilities. i don't have time for high school style shenanigans because timmy told tommy that he's an asshole or some shit. handle your drama like adults and don't rope me into it. thank you.
(( how do we feel about the idea of me adding some of my fandomless ocs here ? there's a lot of world building associated with them, but maybe some other ocs could pop on here idk ))
independent. selective. private. A MULTIMUSE of my forgotten dreams featuring characters from multiple series including nights, persona, metaphor: refantasio, and more. multiple verses available. oc & crossover friendly. dreamily penned by pokecat. ( she ⸝⸝ her. – 27. )
❛ it was wrong of me to assume you're ever gonna change. ❜
❛ that's it? it was all just a lie? ❜
❛ shame on me for thinking you were a good person. ❜
❛ you're gonna pay for what you did to me. ❜
❛ you didn't hear a word of what i just said, did you? ❜
❛ believe me, you weren't my first choice either. ❜
❛ if you've got a problem with the way i handle things, just say so. ❜
❛ do you think we're gonna survive this? ❜
❛ what's your problem?! ❜
❛ will you please slow down a little? ❜
❛ i can't believe you would do something like that. ❜
❛ did it mean anything to you? ❜
❛ i'm never gonna be good enough for you. ❜
❛ we were just fooling ourselves this whole time. ❜
❛ i'm sorry, i didn't know where else to go. ❜
❛ i don't want to argue with you anymore. ❜
❛ fine. you were right, and i was wrong. happy now? ❜
❛ this day feels like it's never gonna end. ❜
❛ i didn't think you'd care so much. ❜
❛ this must be like the first time you were nice to me. ❜
❛ out of all the people here, why do i have to be stuck with you? ❜
❛ do you want to go on a date with me? ❜
❛ honestly, i don't think i wanna leave the house today. ❜
❛ were you ever planning on telling me about all of this? ❜
❛ i wish i had another choice. ❜
❛ don't flatter yourself, a fifth-grader could've done this as well. ❜
❛ you're the most insufferable person i have ever met. ❜
❛ here, you look like you need this more than me right now. ❜
❛ oh, just so you know, i don't ever lose this game. ❜
❛ just let me sleep for five more minutes. ❜
❛ alright, is there anything else we have to do before they arrive? ❜
❛ do you believe in ghosts? ❜
❛ i wish we had more time together. ❜
❛ you don't have to leave just yet ... you could stay the night if you wanted to. ❜
❛ where are you taking me? ❜
❛ trust me, this is the last thing i want to do. ❜
❛ i need more time to think about what i want. ❜
❛ why didn't you say anything earlier? we could've avoided this whole mess. ❜
❛ i don't feel so good, i think i may be getting sick. ❜
❛ help me! please! ❜
never let it be said that i cant be bullied into doing something. like or reblog if you would be interested in interacting with an independent akihiko sanada from persona 3 !
sometimes shinjiro is tempted to forget just why makoto was made leader. moments like this serve as a hell of a reminder. for a quiet as he can be, the kid has no problem handing out stern orders - even if those stern orders come mostly in the form of a hard look. shinji gets the message.
but the thing is, he kind of has a vested interest in not looking weak in front of the team. he doesn't want to give anyone any reasons to be suspicious of his physical health, lest they keep him sidelined - or worse, learn just how bad things really are. how bad they'll get.
so protest after protest hangs in his throat, even still.
“ and what about you? ” flipping the concern around usually works, right? “ are you gonna rest? ”
makoto's hand stops mid-swipe as the question is posed, leaving a distinct line between the dusty surface of the table and the wood of it's top.
what about me ?
there was nothing to wonder about. he was where he was and that was that, no amount of rest could fix him. and yet here he was, practically forcing his own senpai to care about himself. to make sure he rested and felt better, so he could keep going. it felt strange, being a bit of a hypocrite.
there's a long silence between the pair. drawn out as the dust that's fluttered into the air begins to settle once again. makoto's hand does not move. it almost looks as if he's not breathing in some ways. the stillness is unsettling. after an uncomfortable pause, makoto resumes dusting with his hands, albeit much slower this time. his expression is almost stone-faced, unreadable. ❝ we'll see. ❞ the words are flat, emotionless. as if they are simply meaningless sounds in an empty void. ❝ you first, though. ❞
✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. ( a collection of various location prompts centered around time & weather. feel free to adjust as desired. )
[ 1AM ] the stoop of a brightly lit psychic shop, pondering haven from the rain.
[ 2AM ] the [ lobby / room ] of a run-down motel during a tumultuous storm.
[ 3AM ] a dark graveyard thick with petrichor, well beyond visiting hours.
[ 4AM ] an empty, rusty gas station nearly flooding with rainwater.
[ 5AM ] a cabin in the frozen woods, large fire raging under the hearth.
[ 6AM ] a bus stop hazily lit by the rising sun, earth smelling of petrichor.
[ 7AM ] a crowded coffee shop, patrons in a rush to escape the morning rain.
[ 8AM ] a serene camping site overlooking a valley, air humid & fresh.
[ 9AM ] a diner smelling of breakfast food as rain patters on the window.
[ 10AM ] a walled-in garden full of flowers, just as the afternoon heat sets in.
[ 11AM ] an empty public playground, equipment hot from the sun.
[ 12PM ] the middle of a sweltering outdoors shopping center.
[ 1PM ] the side of the highway after your car breaks down from the heat.
[ 2PM ] a bustling farmer's market ripe with produce, unhindered by the rain.
[ 3PM ] a city sidewalk gloomy with mist & countless puddles.
[ 4PM ] the forested perimeter of a vast lake, cold from snow melt.
[ 5PM ] a [ restaurant / diner ], interior lights flickering under a fierce storm.
[ 6PM ] a car interior, passengers stuck on a dangerously snowy & dark road.
[ 7PM ] an outdoors event as the heat backs off, full of laughter & live music.
[ 8PM ] the long queue of a club, impatient patrons stuck in the rain.
[ 9PM ] the threshold of an apartment, knocking to be let out of the hailstorm.
[ 10PM ] a windy beach past public hours, grains of sand mimicking the stars.
[ 11PM ] the backseat of a car parked in the pouring rain on a lonely road.
[ 12AM ] a pier on the cold, misty waterfront as fireworks are let off.
@everyotherdream &&. said... when shadow milk cookie decides that all the others no longer bring him any kind of entertainment, perhaps he finds himself attempting to sleep to pass the time in the hopes that something will happen. but does shadow milk cookie dream ? does he experience the concept of nightmares or dreams ? maybe no one will ever know the truth, but one thing is for certain...
upon this attempt at sleep, shadow milk cookie finds himself within the night dimension at the entrance to the dream gate. atop the fountain in the center of the plaza sits a purple jester with one leg crossed over the other, playing a soft tune with his fingers as if he was holding a flute. he seems to pay no mind to the new visitor to the night dimension.
sleep isn't something the beast usually indulges in — the whole immortal, ageless, MOSTLY TIRELESS being schtick more or less reduces it to one big time waster. ( who wants to stare at a stage with its curtains drawn? ) he doesn't even have the excuse of slipping away into some comfy-cozy dream — oh no, no, no. seems his creators, in all of their INFINITE BENEVOLENCE, thought the part of his head that churned out those escapist fantasies was best put towards storing more knowledge. so, shadow milk just doesn't get to experience dreams — lucky him! instead, the only thing he's given is a lovely little dip into the momentary cessation of consciousness and it's back to the old grind! no escape, not even when he's asleep! unless someone or something deliberately goes out of their way to mess with his head, of course — it's happened before and it is equally as unpleasant and inadvisable. suffice to say, he really doesn't go out of his way to nap very much.
even so, from the moment shadow milk opens his ( many, many, many ) eyes, he's pretty sure this has to be a dream. or maybe an illusion? he doesn't recognize this place at all, and he's sprawled out on the GROUND like a gangly, broken puppet — which is the kind of indignity the beast would never permit if he had a say in the matter. he slowly sits up, clawed fingertips pressing delicately to one temple. what, did he hit his head? knock something loose — maybe something that makes him a little less him?
the sound of music suddenly pulls him out of his musings. shadow milk looks up, tilting his head at the melody. somehow, the little soloist is playing without any instrument in sight — but that's peanuts compared to the beast's very strong hunch he isn't quite a cookie at all. ( is he the one who brought him here? he supposes it isn't unheard of for the villain to make a brief appearance in the first act. ) the tendrils of his hair twitch and lash like angry tails before shadow milk forces them to lie still. there's no point in getting angry before he's read the synopsis of this production. may as well go and greet the supporting cast, hmm?
❝ he-LLOOOO! ❞ he's floating on the opposite side of the fountain when he calls out, chin propped up in his hands. shadow milk swings his legs a little bit as he speaks. ❝ hola! bonjour! guten tag! ❞ he flashes a wide, toothy grin. ❝ do you take requests, my FASHIONABLY dressed fellow? ... asking for a friend. ❞
at the sound of another, the playing is quick to cease – an abrupt end to an otherwise pleasant tune. nights turns his head, hands slowly losing shape of his instrument before he stares at the other with pause. something looked off, looked wrong. ❝ a nightmaren… here ? ❞ the words are barely audible, said under a confused bit of breath released from his lips. large blue eyes that glisten like sapphires study the features of the new being before him as nights stands. ( though, there is no floor beneath him, simply air. ) it's there he floats for a moment, before putting his hands on his hips and bending over towards the other, strangely close despite the worry of a nightmaren entering the dream gate.
❝ that depends on you, i can play whatever you like, as long as you answer a question of mine ! ❞ despite his reservations, nights' voice has a slight lilt to it, indicating that he's not all worried. after all, if there was a problem here, he'd be sure to take care of it. the jester leans back, floating in a pose as if he were sitting on a chair, one leg atop the other, arms crossed. ❝ how did you get here ? and who are you ? ❞ this entity didn't feel like a nightmaren, and yet, he so much resembled one…
