#about dawn

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Night.... I am weak for Dusk and Dawn, I love them oh so very much,, they cater right to my weak little gay heart. Do you,,, mayhaps,,,, have anything vaguely romantic about Dawn?? Or like, if you haven't talked about it already, what would happen if she wound up being dragged into the girls' timeline by the machine?? Your work is absolutely fantastic, I hope you know!! You make my gay little heart go bADUMP

Oh man, this is a trickier one... because the answer is yes, absolutely, I have that sort of thing - buuut it’ll also involve revealing something about Dawn that is a ‘development’... hmm...

Ah well, I can’t count on getting to include them in the lilytale fic proper, so...

:)c

See... Dawn did come through via the machine the same time Dusk did.

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But you see - Dawn’s on a different level these days. As was touched on here, she absorbed two human souls - she’s her, but also more than just her. She’d effectively become a sentinel for her and Dusk’s Snowdin Forest. It had become wild and overgrown, truly a massive fantasy forest, big enough for even her to not quite reach the tops of all the trees... Magic ran wild there, and things were so terribly different, so instinctual and nigh-feral.

... When the machine activated, when she was dragged through... it knocked her out. And when she came to, on her back in a mountain forest, on rather than in a mountain...

She was staring at the wide open sky.

She laid there, for a long time. Staring. Part of her was registering, vaguely, that she wasn’t... underground. Something had happened. But she wasn’t all there, wasn’t all-conscious, either-

-and without the impending threat of their Dyne’s dangerous magic, without the dangerous Intent of monsters seeking to harm her and more importantly those she cared about -

... she basically... stopped moving.

It was kind of like going into a hibernation mode- and thankfully, luck against luck, she was dropped in the mountain range between where the lilytale crew had settled, and where the guys were - sort of averaging the distance - and leaving her in a place that was far too difficult to get to, far from any humans or trails or anything else.

She just laid there, staring at the sky, regardless of the weather, feeling... wrong, but right.

... It takes the girls nearly half a year to find her.

Theoretically, they’d figured at the start their usual magic-tracking for other versions of themselves they’d developed should have blipped if she was out there - but eventually, they began to speculate that might not be the case, thanks to the souls she’d absorbed... Long story short, after a lot of hashing things out, a lot of hikes and patrols later, it was actually one of Alpha’s drones that found her.

...

I’ll skip over the intermediary for now, but let’s just say it’s a heartbreaking ordeal - Dawn doesn’t... Dawn didn’t react, not really... not until they were finally able to get Dusk out there. She was the only one that managed to get Dawn to stir beyond the slightest adjustments. But it was dangerous to move her - she’s some 30 feet tall, after all. In the end, they built a basic cabin there, at the edge of Dawn’s clearing, where Dusk refused to leave and abandon her sister again - and so at least one of the lilytale crew was always with her, too, keeping her company...

and so were you.

Let’s just say there were a lot of protests- and you were frequently picked up and brought home for at least a day once a week - but you weren’t taking no for an answer, wanting to help for at least a bit. After all Dusk had done to try and look out for you after you’d freed her from her bear trap and you’d both been badly injured... you wanted to help. And to help Dusk re-learn English, too, if she wanted.

And, to further simplify things... by the end of the month, you’d noticed a few things - not only was Dawn reacting more to more varied input...

She was also... a little smaller. Just a little, but...

And so, armed with this reassuring hope and potential - the crew congregating and theorizing that perhaps, perhaps Dawn’s body was adjusting to the needs of her environment... or rather, the reduced needs. Slowly but surely, you were able to help Dusk come back to proper life. By the end of the season, a few months later, she still hadn’t said a word, but she appeared to be paying attention to whoever was interacting with her. She’d even interact, depending on the situation - 

-and rather than be 30 feet tall, she was 20 feet.

Still enormous, of course, but it was far more manageable. After a lot of agonizing and strategizing the girls figured out how to transport her safely and discretely back to their house on their own mountainside.

In the end, Dawn only shrunk a few more feet, and she kept her general stature, tail and antlers and all - but she was somewhere in the 16 or 17 foot range, at least, and she wasn’t just paying attention - she was outright attentive. She still didn’t talk, but she also didn’t make much sound at all - you’re not sure if it’s an ability she lost, or it’s just yet another matter of time and readjustment and slow, patient work... but she’s her. A new her, to be sure, but... she does more than watch, and she even seems to have quite the abstract but undeniable sense of humor - even if catching her smiling is a rare treat.

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Dawn’s favorite time of the week is the night you spend in or around Blade and Twist’s cottage. It’s partially her and Dusk’s, now, too; but they’ve got their own side cottage - if it can be called that. Dusk is even bigger than Blade after all, and Dawn, though nearly half the size she once was, is still a mark above even Twist. The main living area was adjusted to allow Dusk and Dawn to come and spend communal time there, but they sleep in a separate, new dome that Dusk built with Dawn’s help.

See, sometimes on those once-a-week nights you stay in Blade and Twist’s cottage - often in the communal space, so theoretically they could all be there - and well, instead, sometimes you came to their little dome.

It’s just one big room, lined with some plants, some shiny things, countless carvings, lots of soft furs... and with a massive sky-window that started two-thirds of the way up. Dawn honestly didn’t mind sleeping outside, or being in the elements, but she rather liked the way you liked feeling safe in there - in their space. Dusk liked the same thing too, Dawn knew - but sometimes Dusk’s marrow was too restless, too full of awareness of a danger now many universes away that she nonetheless felt the urge to patrol against. Or perhaps, she was just trying to outwalk the ghosts of their mutual past... regardless, when that happened, and you were already asleep in the massive sleeping space in the room that she and Dawn shared... it was just you - you, and Dawn.

Dawn liked that.

She liked the way you would sigh a little in your sleep, soft lips pouting as you turned over, subconsciously aware that one of the enormous bodies that had been a source of heat and safety wasn’t there. You would always turn over in your sleep, hand seeking...

And Dawn would get to lower her hand - practically the size of your torso - and effortlessly scoop you closer to her lap. She would always put extra blankets there - enticement for your soft, small form to seek comfort her bones couldn’t always provide -

-and the way you’d just... immediately settle, that cute furrow in your brow smoothing out as you nuzzled into her form, looking so safe and content in your most vulnerable state...

...

... she always liked to trace a phalange against your skin, feather light, far more controlled than she used to be able to manage. In a gentle sweep, she brush the hair that tickled your face, catching your eyes in the moonlight streaming in from the windowed top of the dome.

...

... and if you were too deeply resting to notice when your sentinel might bow down and shadow your form for a few moments, glowing sockets going dark as she closed her sockets and brushed a gentle kiss to your forehead while lifting you closer for a stolen moment if need allowed...

... well.

With any luck, you’d forgive her as readily as you’d helped her sister bring her back to her own mind.

[iresedge-arch]

i'm v interested in dawn's relationship with religion, if ur comfortable discussing it 👁👁

inspired by this muse post i believe !!

Dawn was born on S.kyloft and grew up following H.ylia . She wasn't die hard religious but she would go to church for holidays and pray in times of stress . Her family was much of the same , even having a little alter in their home where they would give small offerings for good luck ( think small cakes and flowers ) . Grace was said at every dinner - It was a constant in her life , giving her a source of comfort as well as teaching her morals which is what religion is supposed to do .

Meeting Lamatar didn't shake her relationship with religion , but when he turned her into a demon there was some complications .

She felt something akin to shame ? felt like her god couldn't love her anymore . that she wasn't allowed to love her either . more so when she learned about the ancient war with Ray , how the demons physically fought H.ylia alongside D.emise. And Rays open hate of the Goddess made her question them and their intent for all of the people they created . suppose she learned that gods aren't always good - that there is dark and light . there is a grey area .

for a while she avoided H.ylia . but it felt wrong for her to try to force it away . so she began to worship her in little ways - following a God doesn't have to be in a church or in hymns . but being thankful for the friends you have . the food you eat . living life .

i'm not very religious - hell i consider myself a satanist but i understand the value religion to some people . for dawn its very important , even when the feelings became a bit sour with becoming a demon herself .

Tiny headcanon - i believe H.ylia was the only goddess worshipped on s.kyloft ! When the humans finally came down they learned about The Golden Trio and caused the major religion to shift from H.ylia to them - causing people to kinda forget about H.ylia until 10,000 years before B.OTW where she was rediscovered and worshiped along side The Golden Trio . ( making up for N.intendo fucking added her on after 25 years - )

[dawnmaywithey]

Anything But Clothes - 1976

[dawnofspeed]

What I am doing here is not for you Not for your judgment or your appraisal Not for your assessment or your arousal No boy I know has ever been told he shouldn't play Couldn't play I am no longer interested in shouldn'ts Or couldn'ts Or rules not written for me I am not worried about getting too big or too strong Or too fast Or too full of myself I do not agree that "playing like a man" is a compliment What I am doing here is not For You

ESPN’s Women Making History

[dawnmwithey]

♥, ♒, and ♦

♥ - family headcanon

Dawn and her family are, as her dad likes to say, “a very close knit unit”. From a very young age, no matter what, dinner time was family time and they would all sit down and watch whatever show had taken their fancy at the time with their tea on a tray on their lap. Obviously, when Dawn went to school, she couldn’t continue the tradition, but it continued in the holidays. Even with both kids now living out of home, they still make sure to get together once a week, usually on a Tuesday when General Hospital is on. 

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

Dawn wasn’t always a good baker. It actually took a few years, a lot of burnt cakes and a helluva lot of patience from her mum until she managed to fine tune her skills and bake with the ease that she now does. Weekends and after school, before she went to Hogwarts, would be spent in her mums bakery, practicing and practicing. The first cake she successful made was just before her tenth birthday. 

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

She makes some really weird faces. Like, surprise her and it’s so obvious in her expression. If she doesn’t like something, even if she doesn’t want it to be known, it is because of the expression on her face.

She collects records, even if she doesn’t listen to them. She has a whole shelf with them lined up in alphabetical order by artist. It all starter with listening to her dad playing them and being fascinated by the appeal and look of the records on the player.

[redawnloaded]

Full name: Kwon Da-eun (권다은) Nickname(s): Dawn Faceclaim: Jung HoYeon Age: 30 Date of birth: 12th october , 1995 Zodiac: Libra sun, pieces moon, virgo rising. Pronouns: she/her Sexuality: Bisexual. Height: 5'9’’ Occupation: Clerk and social media manager at Blackstone books. Languages: Korean (native), English (fluent)  Hometown: Seoul, South Korea Current town:  Blackstone Ridge. Neighbourhood: Downtown Time in town: 1.5 years. Siblings: Two brothers, one older and one younger.  MBTI: INFP - The mediator

*tw: affair

Background

Grew up in an upper-middle class family in Seoul. She is the middle child of three siblings and the only daughter.

She was the daughter who did everything right on the surface; smart, well behaved, and got into an American college. Her parents were excited for her, until they realised she planned on staying in New York after graduation. That’s when things started going downhill.

She graduated near top of her class in Fashion and Marketing, and worked for small start up companies until one of her campaigns took off and went viral. That’s when the big magazines took notice of her and invited her to join the team.

She worked closely with her boss on campaigns. They started an affair, but had to hide it since he was already married. She hated how cliché it was, but there was a part of her that wanted to be wanted by someone powerful. The thrill, the praise, and illusion of something real was definitely easier than the loneliness. Every time she worked up the courage to end things, he’d draw her back in with “business trips” or gifts she couldn’t quite bring herself to refuse.

It all crumbled when his secretary and wife caught them in his office. Dawn was fired, he was given a warning. It was humiliating. She lost her job, her safetynet, and everything she had worked so hard for since coming to the states. He got a slap on the wrist and a promotion three months later.

Honestly, part of her is furious at him, and feels extremely guilty about it all. Not for the company, but for the wife. She definitely learned her lesson.

The scandal spread, and unfortunately for Dawn, it reached her parents who cut her off for putting shame to the family. On top of that all her connections in New York had either moved away, or were not speaking to her anymore due to the scandal.

She drifted for a while, tearfully parting with her high-end fashion items in order to make rent, until she managed to find another job, in Texas, of all places. She moved to Blackstone Ridge one and a half years ago.

Now, she lives in a small apartment in Downtown Blackstone Ridge, while working as a clerk and social media manager for Blackstone books. She genuinely enjoys it more than she htought she would.

Personality

Dawn has always been a bubbly person. She’s an expert at hiding her bad days behind a bright smile and a cheerful “hello!”.

She’s clumsy, but does her best to fix her mistakes when she makes them, apologising profusely while doing so.

She still has traces of having lived an upper-class lifestyle in New York, having completely forgotten about the every day struggles like water heaters breaking, and the actual prices of groceries (which definitely made her cry the first few times she went shopping). She’s used to blowing thousands on a single pair of boots, but now has to decide if she’d rather have air conditioning or eggs next week.

She’s a little clueless when it comes to practical things and often asks offbeat questions, but they always come from a place of genuine curiosity, not ignorance.

Gets teary eyed when she sees animals with jobs.

Can definitely read your horoscope for you.

Underneath the bright smiles and sometimes confused looks is someone who’s trying to do better for herself and for people around her.

CHARACTER - BACKGROUND

If your muse is not native to Blackstone Ridge, what brings your muse to Blackstone Ridge? If your muse is from Blackstone Ridge, what keeps them here?

Dawn came to Blackstone Ridge just over a year ago after her career, and honestly her entire world, imploded. She had been working in New York City for a fashion magazine as an editor and digital strategist, living a fast, curated life filled with expensive coffee and boots that cost more than the average person’s rent. After an affair with her married boss became public, she was fired and pretty much ghosted by the industry, and due to the shame she brought them, cut off by her parents.  Blackstone was kind of random. While going through a difficult time when she had to part with her high-end fashion items to make rent, she happened to stumble across a few job listings. The further away from New York, the better. She applied to a few, scattered all over the country, and ended up getting the one at Blackstone books. When they called her back, she said yes immediately. She wasn’t meant to stay this long, not really sure if Texas was her kind of vibe. However, 1.5 years down the line she’s still there, still thriving, and making Spencer, her new boss, do stupid things for social media marketing. 

What is the coolest place your muse has traveled to? If they’ve never traveled far, what’s one place they hope to visit someday?

Dawn has been to some pretty amazing places for work; Paris, Milan, Tokyo, etc. Pretty much every fashion hub, she’s been there. But none of them felt particularly “cool” at the time. They were just work trips: red-eye flights, stylists running late, tight schedules, and late-night emails from hotel rooms. Essentially, beautiful and fun places seen through the lens of performance and pressure.  The coolest trip she ever took was almost an accident, a 3 day solo-trip to a quiet resort in the Bahamas after a client had to cancel last minute and her weekend had cleared unexpectedly. She loved it. She got slightly sunburned, but spent the days reading, and sketching, and just existing for a bit without the pressure of having to perform all the time.

Describe your muse’s highest high or lowest low so far in their life.

Her highest high was the time she created her first viral campaign, which ended up in her getting picked up by a high grossing fashion magazine in New York. It came with perks like being on a guest panel at a major industry events, which felt like proof that she belonged in the fashion world.  Her lowest low was when the dust had settled around the scandal. She was sitting in a café she couldn’t really afford to go to any more, realising that she didn’t have a job, she had no savings because of the expensive lifestyle she was living, and all her industry friends had turned their back on her, which essentially meant she was all alone in the big city.