#betterdcyz

[ofendlessleep]

@betterdcyz​  said:  “ penny for your thoughts? hell. a dollar? ten? fifty? my whole life-savings? damn, at this rate i’d give away everything i own just to hear your voice again. “

How long Corinthian has been standing there, he has no idea.  Time is meaningless.  The humans change.  Age.  Burgess shouts and raves and falls deeper into dark magic in his desperation.  Maybe that’s why the nightmare is here.  To watch perhaps.  He knows the father has found many bits of spellcraft over the years that have been added to the circle.  More gold on stone that brought him into a strange state that might have convinced him he were falling asleep had he not been who he was.  Sleep and dreams do not feel sick like this.  A dizzying plummet that only faded into floating.  Lightheaded, his mass vocabulary provides.  It made him close his eyes long enough to not notice the flood of fresh air gone too quickly.  Then he returned to that odd not-quite-conscious state to find new metal spidering around him.  Some were just close enough to touch that burned when he accidentally brushed them.  Others had found their way around him as the only coverage he’d had in years.  Those bind him to what counts as the floor with little room to move.  It’s more humiliating than functional.  Until he’d noticed carvings in the bonds that would illuminate the entire room when the magus entered and make Dream wonder if this was what dying felt like.  At least then he’d get to see a more wanted familiar face.   His failed nightmare was not a welcome sight, even begging as he was.  Dream has kept his tongue for this long.  He would not break that record for a being that must know there was a much easier solution than money.  The scuff of a shoe.  A stumble with inhuman strength.  He twists to turn away, physical limitations be damned.  His corporeal form could live with some dislocated joints or torn ligaments if it meant the Corinthian would leave him alone.  In the quiet daze, he can almost dream.

[endlessxdream]

@betterdcyz​​ asked   corinthian: ‘ kisses ‘

16. a desperate kiss to your wounded muse

Blood did not bother him. No manner of injury bothered him much; he had seen and sculpted worse than most humans could imagine, sculpted horrors unimaginable. But to see his creation littered with his own blood sparked a rage in him; he did not appreciate others breaking his things, especially when it came to his favorite creation, that which he considered his masterpiece.

But that anger would do him no good now, not when his focus should be on the bleeding Nightmare in front of him. Usually, he would have reprimanded him for whatever he’d gotten himself into that had ended up with this much blood but he cannot find it in him to do so. In fact, he can find not much in him at the moment other than the overwhelming urge to comfort his bleeding Nightmare. Although comfort may not be the correct word. 

Pale, blood stained fingers smooth across the Nightmare’s chin before Morpheus is closing the distance between them, pressing his lips desperately against Corinthian’s as though it’s going to make up for anything. And perhaps, it’s an excuse to lessen some of the pain for him as well, or at least, Morpheus could play it off as such if needed. 

[serpcntes-a]

@betterdcyz​:  YANK!  ( corinthian @ hob - it's like a soft yank dw )                    ➺  send “YANK!” to pull my muse up by their hair.  

Up until the blond had seated himself in Hob’s lap, his attention had been on the assignments he was marking but as a hand tangled in his hair to pull on it, the nightmare gained his full attention. Pen set down on the table, hands fell to rest on his waist as a sly smirk settled on lips and a sparkle of mischief swirls in warm eyes. ❝ You know, I do have to get all this marked by tomorrow. ❞ But what’s a few hours? He’ll do them in the early hours of the morning if he has to.

[nightmarecountry-a]

💭 + touch perhaps? ( soft, rough, hesitant, etc )

Oh I have a BILLION thoughts about him and touch. LET'S GO.

PERSONALS DO NOT R/B.

Two things can be true despite their conflict with one another. Here are some of these things.

1. The Corinthian cannot be touchstarved in the same way a human can be. He isn't alive; he has no nervous system; he is not a social animal on a biological level and has no need for contact.

2a. The Corinthian nonetheless thrives on pleasure, pain, and other sensory experiences, and touch is one of those. In certain contexts, he can crave or abhor it; he craves @mythboundmuses' Dream's touch, for example, because it's a symbol to him. If Dream is touching him he isn't dismissing him; if Dream is touching him then the Corinthian has his attention, and with Rue's Dream specifically, he craves that to an unholy degree despite--as said--not actually being touchstarved. There are other Dreams and other characters whose touch he abhors and shrinks from; again, not for the thing itself but because of what it means.

2b. It doesn't actually matter what kind of touch the Corinthian receives--though he prefers rough to soft. Not because he's afraid of gentleness or whatever, but because it just doesn't do much for him outside of a very basic 'this physically feels pleasant I guess' sort of thing, whereas rougher contact for him tends to have more weight and meaning behind it.

[elencr]

   ₓ ˚ .   ୭   ˚ ○ ◦ ˚    ―      ㅤ‘ billie eilish ’   |  accepting.    

                                               ❛  i can’t seem to focus.  ❜

* .  ♡                                                      brows are raised as she watches him. cheek rests against a closed fist, elbow resting on the console, while her body stretched lazily out behind her. “ i told you not to eat more than ONE. ” it wasn’t her fault that @betterdcyz​ (the doctor) decided to eat at least four brownies with a little something extra in them. he had said that time lord physiology was different to humans, that certain human drugs aren’t effective and of course ellie believed him. “ they weren’t even for US. ” she continued as she stood up straighter, trying not to laugh. “ are you okay ? ”

[pohlepen]

       ❝   I  HEARD  YOU  FOUND  some pretty words to say, you found your little game to play.   ❞

♫ starter call / @betterdcyz​ ( ft. the corinthian ) / turpentine by brandy carlile

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@betterdcyz​ sent:  🔪

                ˜”*°•.     In  a  way ,  it was  sad .   What’d  once been  a  seemingly perfect  creation ,  now revealing  its  darkest of  flaws .  What’d once  been  an  alleged  masterpiece , now  showing  its ugliest  of  colours . However ,  he  couldn’t blame  him ,  not entirely ,  not  exclusively . Even  when  the blade  was  caressing his  throat ,  he couldn’t  bring  himself to  be  enraged , to  be  frustrated . No …  It  was  disappointment creeping into  his  face instead ;  disappointment  dressed with  plenty  of  exhaustion ,  of tiredness .  ❝ And then  what ?  ❞  Came the  question  quiet ;  not  a flinch  made ,  not a  move .  ❝ What do  you  think will  happen  next ?  ❞  

[bardbattled]

❝ listen... you don’t wanna go in there. there’s this... portal that opened, right under one of the tables, and a whole lot of... well, i don’t exactly know what they are, i didn’t stop to ask, but there’s a lot of them and they killed six people. now they’re just drinking our stock. ❞  it’s not even the worst, strangest thing she’s witnessed since being hired on at the inn. sometimes she thinks this place is cursed and not at all worth the pay, but she’s out of options if she wants to fund a voyage back to familiar lands.

starter call        ♡        @betterdcyz​.