#dreamswideawake

[heretoboogie]

@dreamswideawake

It took a moment to realise which way was up. Campbell knew the earth rotated, he'd picked up that much in school, but right now he was feeling it.

Gingerly, he opened one eye and thanked whoever had been smart enough to close the curtains to the- ah, he was in Poet's living room. On the floor. There was some plush rug beneath him, quite comfortable, really, it tickled on his skin.

Where was his shirt?

Both eyes flew open now as he sat up - and regretted it instantly. His head swirled, and his stomach did a flip that felt very bad.

Campbell took a few minutes to just breathe until the nausea died down, leaning back on his hands and looking up at the ceiling. He was getting too old for drinking. How much had he even had? Back popping, he slowly sat up a little straighter and tried to find his shirt. Actually, his jeans seemed to be missing, too.

Thank goodness he still had on underwear.

Painstakingly slowly, he moved to his hands and knees, on his way to being actually vertical. Poet was on the sofa nearby, a blanket covering most of him, a leg dangling off the armrest. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to think of how in blazes they'd ended up like this.. and had no idea. His brain had one priority, and that was a glass of water and a painkiller.

Maybe, maybe if he could keep that down, maybe some coffee later. (Don't think about coffee now, it'll make you throw up-!) Carefully, using the sofa Poet was on, Campbell groaned and pulled himself upright.

[roisdevivre]

"Daddy!!" Essi ran towards him, her hand outstretched, holding a piece of folded pink A4. There was a big, glittery heart on the front as well as several multicoloured sequins. Her hands were covered in glue and a lot of the glitter had ended up in her hair or on her face. "I made you a card! Papa helped me with the words and, and the heart!"

He managed to snatch the little girl up in his arms just as she was about to go skipping through his ritual circle, spinning her around twice before hugging Esteri close to his chest. Just as well. The gods could wait. His little moomin would never have to.

“You-… made me a-“

It took him a moment, bewildered, to understand what she was talking about. Not Aatos’ birthday… nor his… it was the middle of June, and their anniversary wasn’t until-

Oh.

Caesar felt a lump swell in his throat, his heart nearly bursting in his chest.

Moments later he was laughing, covering Essi’s face in kisses, hoisting her up on his hip as he examined the card. His eyes flicked to Aatos, and he held out his free arm to embrace him, pressing another kiss to his temple.

“How wonderful life is, now you’re in the world,” he murmured. “Happy Father’s Day, my loves. I wouldn’t be one without you…”

[labyrinthruled]

@dreamswideawake requested a starter

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The concert was a success, there was no question of that. The small venue was packed to the rafters, people were singing along with their favourites, and there had been plenty of interest in merch and autographs.

But when the dust had settled, and the crowds had left the venue, something was amiss on the stage. Everything was exactly as it had been, except for the microphone stand. It had been knocked over, and the microphone had been disconnected from the wire. It was nowhere to be seen on the stage. Presumably, someone lifted it, but how did they do so in such a careless matter when there was a clear presence of security?

The mystery was one that was, surprisingly, easy to solve. There was a brown, fluffy creature who stood approximately one foot in height holding the microphone and pretending to sing into it. The acting stopped when it realised it had been spotted, and it made a swift dash through the bathroom doors.

Curiously, the doors did not lead to the bathrooms, but to a sandstone-lined pathway that opened into a hedge garden. The furry creature had hopped over a bench and was hiding behind it, convinced it was invisible.

Was this one of the newest locations that had been crafted in a song?

[twaalfdelied]

❝ you can ask me anything you want. i promise i'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about. ❞ | Getting to know from @dreamswideawake

"That makes...two of us." Complicated but nothing that the Doctor can't handle. Just meant for the Time Lord that he had to possibly choose his words or questions carefully.

It had been a while since the Doctor had run into anyone so his guard was already on a high alert to begin with.

"First question, and it will sound just a bit mad but go along with me for this; do you mind telling me where and...when this is?"

[riddlesnap]

"Your suit is really green!" The little red haired girl stared up at him with wide, blue and brown speckled eyes. "Like grass! Or, umm...em'ralds!" She nodded firmly, convinced that was right. "My Papa likes green. Do you like green?" (From Essi)

He's dreaming again. It's not a very nice dream though. He's battered and bruised from head to toe, being dragged across a cold hard floor before being flung unceremoniously into an equally unpleasant cell even smaller than his usual one. He's back in Arkham. Again. Having been defeated by Batman. Again. The lights go out, leaving him in the sort of darkness where you can just about barely make out your surroundings, not that there's much to look at other than a thin strip of light from a door far too small for him to get out of. Edward sits up, brushing himself off as he patently waits for the dream to be over. He's had this one before and it's not pleasant, ending only when the cell starts shrinking so much it's like getting caught in one of his own death traps all the while hearing laughter ringing outside. Except, this time, that doesn't happen. This time there is a knock at the door, a small one made by small, almost shy hands. Crawling over on hands and knees, Edward goes to open it, finding it unlocked much to his surprise. What's more surprising is the visitor on the other side. A little girl with red hair and odd eyes none too different from his own. No child he's ever seen before, which makes it all the stranger why she's here, but he'll take it over the usual getting-crushed-to-death part. That part always had him wake up drenched in cold sweat, shaking and nauseous.

"It is green, isn't it?" Edward laughs, looking down at his suit. Gone is the badly-made jumpsuit Arkham forces all her inmates to wear, the scratchy grey fabric replaced by a smooth, verdant cut of wildest green. He feels more like himself again, not nearly so small now despite still being trapped in this tiny cell. It's a reminder that he's the Riddler, that no matter what happened, he always had a plan. Edward looks back at the girl, deciding that he liked her, whoever she was. "You're right again. I do like green. It's always been my favourite colour as lots of nice things are that colour, like grass or those emeralds you mention. Do you like green too? Like your papa?" He feels almost silly asking, talking to her like she's a real child. He knows none of this is real, that he's only dreaming but what harm could any of this bring? At least until he woke back up, and would forget all about this.

[incangencence]

What does the Poet mean to you romantically? If you'd consider him a romantic interest?

[questions on gene’s book of romance || ENTHUSIASTICALLY accepting]

“When I finally get that goddamn jester into bed, they are gonna hear us on the far side of the sun!” Gene laughed. “Ooh, I am going to make that boy hit whistletones he didn’t know he had…”

Her smile faded, softening into something warmer, only just managing to cover a flicker of sadness.

“And it’s just a bit of good fun. I’ve seen the look in his eyes when we talk about this sort of thing. There’s someone else. I’m not… sure I mind that. Poet’s… a good man. Who thinks he isn’t. I think… I think the longer he stays with me, the more he’s going to realize he doesn’t actually enjoy… hurting people. But I’ll have him as long as I can keep him. Who knows! Maybe I’ll be his Hero Origin Story… we could be exes and nemeses… I feel like he’d LOVE that!”

[curseoffrell-archive]

@dreamswideawake from here

Elliot grinned at him, bright and too eager to wander around the space, a water bottle in his hand that he kept tapping a beat against as he explored. "Aint that the truth. But I didn't damage nothing so~ No trouble for me to get into." He chuckled.

He caught the gesture to sit and did so before it became an instruction that he wouldn't be able to ignore. He was almost immediately at home in the space, so used to never staying in one place that the idea of personal meant pretty much nothing to him.

A snort as he took a swing from his bottle and then held the Poet's gaze with forest green eyes that held the tiniest flecks of gold, subdued until the curse was activated. "I'm pretty swell on my own, mate. Fun to explore and all that shit."

Then he was nodding in agreement. "Come here a lot? Seems expensive. All themed sorts are too much - unless they're suspiciously cheap and that's another problem in itself." He barely seemed to stop grinning, soft breaths the only interruption to his usual persona. "I like this kind of thing, makes me think of all the dumb shit I didn't get time to do as a kid, right? If I'm exploring the world, I gotta see all of it. Do they actually do a show?"

[fartemis-crock-a]

"Please remember"

make her talk about her life @dreamswideawake

she is drunk.

---truly drunk.

words slur;; her sense of personal space is gone. she's practically sitting ontop of him, leg against leg, good eye glazed over as she just let herself talk.

she's always talking. always thinking about something--- but it's rare that there's any substance behind what she says. he has scars. not unlike the ones she has hidden behind her tattoo. it's something she can't shake her gaze from.

maybe something in her said that fact alone made him trust worthy enough to hear something of substance. she pulls away, long enough to grab a bottle of brown liquor. she's not exactly sure what it is, but it's thrown back without a second thought.

"---and so, i'm sitting there, and i see this fuckin-- thing, y'know?" her fingers make the gesture of something flying past her face. she's rambling about something that's almost incoherent. ---a story of beings beyond this world. "and i think, fuck--- i need to smother this fucking fire, right? y'know, i'm sure that's what brought it there. but there was just this overwhelming--- thing, i don't fucking know what it was. it just--- i couldn't move, then there it was."