“A Servant? Do you belong to the Master?” She intoned, eyes glowing cruelly underneath the dark landscape. Behind her, the Sea of Life churned and produced new life, monsters both beautiful and horrid spewing from its waves. “Even in my dreams, it seems I cannot escape them.”
She stared at the Servant, gazing more curiously than spitefully. Something about this woman seemed... inhuman. Not of the world Tiamat has grown to antagonize. If anything, she seemed like one of the many creatures who emerged from her sea.
The Sea of Life glinted dangerously, its foul waters glimmering. The sight, the feel, even the smell spelled of countless horror, created from the body of Tiamat. Emerging from her waters were faceless monsters, some perfect in appearance, others abominate and abstract in a horrifying, twisted way.
Standing on the surface of the water was the Femme Fatale, arms and legs freed from her restraints and voice unhindered. Her clothes were teal instead of the cruel red of her awakening, but her magenta eyes were open nonetheless.
“My sea... my beautiful sea...” She began, giving Kingu a sidelong glance. “If only the world could be covered in my loving embrace... as a mother would embrace her children... an ideal I can only hope to aspire...”
Now that the drabble is up (which I highly recommend~) here is an event starter call for the dreamscape! Cap is at 2, but castmates are exempt.
WARNING: Tiamat’s dreamscape is graphic, with triggers in the body horror and blood department. I will tone it down at request, but please be prepared for graphic descriptions and potentially triggering content.
A horrid, wriggling sea, that smelled of salt, rust, and blood. A lone woman stood atop it, her bare feet unchained and steps so gentle it was hard to believe she was a destructive, primordial goddess. She turned slowly, her gleaming eyes reflecting annoyance and sharp teeth dripping with fresh blood.
“Child,” She spoke, voice echoing and thundering in the sky. It seemed Tiamat held ultimate dominion here, the sea radiated of her power, and the power of her children. “You must be begging for death to come here, where I am at my strongest. Am I really so cursed, to be followed by you here?”
The woman strode closer, her arms free and swaying by her sides. Her voice, though authoritative and intimidating, still sounded surreal and song-like, with the purest tones pouring from her lips. The indents of her teal clothes began to darken to a grotesque red; Tiamat was waking.
“It matters little,” She muttered, grabbing the sides of your head. Her claws roughly dug into your skin, breaking through and letting blood trickle onto her arms. She cared none for the pain you felt, only wanted to make you burn with the malice she held for humanity. She shoved you down, under the surface of the Sea of Life. “Become one with your mother once more.”
You could feel your skin darkening, bending, twisting, arms and legs bending to places they should not be able to reach. “You can cry as much as you want. It does not matter to me. This is the pain you made me suffer for millennia. All because you believed you could live without your mother.”
When the pain faded and you rose from the surface, Tiamat's body had changed. She had grown to a massive size, magenta eyes now gleaming red and hateful. Her horns were now supporting her flight, and with her feet skimming the surface of the Sea, her awakening had completed. The titan sang once more, allowing the world to ruin itself in her sea.
“Be free, my children!” She yelled, voice clearer than ever. “Tear humanity apart! Allow them to feel the same suffering their mother has!”
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6. Being Alone.
Tiamat has spent eons alone in the world of Imaginary Numbers. She is no stranger to loneliness, and over time, she got over it. Being alone is now a fact of life for her, as no sane human would dare go near her if they valued their life.
She did miss her children. The monsters, the Lahmu, all of them.
✍ 5. Being complimented, you big pretty lady you...
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5. Being complimented.
It’s confusing. Why are they stating things about her? Is it to flatter her? It is to lessen her anger toward the human race? Such attempts do nothing, only infuriate her. How dare you result to such trickery to try to win your way into her heart.
… calling her pretty may catch her off guard, though.
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20. What they think the meaning of life is.
Tiamat believes all life should come from the mother, herself. Any life not belonging to the mother should be purged, without question. All life originates from its mother, and no life should go without her.
After being imprisoned in the world of Imaginary Numbers, she had only one goal in mind.
Not even her fives eyes and the extended peripheral vision they offered could have her react in time to avoid the horns. She rubbed the side of her arms where the horn bumped her, turning now to see who did it.
She realized it wasn’t intentional, both by the lack of angry expression on the other and the fact that they were shying away from her. Muffet didn’t look annoyed; she was wearing a patient smile, rather.
“Just an accident, right? That’s quite alright, deary.” Her top three eyes briefly looked down at the chains around the girls legs. She can’t imagine she put those on, right? “Are you alright?”
This being did not seem hostile, which was good, but that didn’t make the goddess any less confused. To the other’s question, she simply nodded her head. There was no way this being would be able to understand Tiamat, anyway. Only her children could hear her true voice.
“Aaaaaa.” She sung, attempting to ask what the other was. Verbal communication was no option, so Tiamat gestured with her bound hands toward the creature, then tilted her head. Hopefully her body language could convey her question.
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