#illithicdreams

[helvenandgrey]

The Great Goat Scam

For @illithicdreams

[roselution]

@illithicdreams - starter call

well,  talk  about  small  annoyances.  sure,  the  price  is  quite  nice,  but  really?  a  sigh  leaves  aether’s  mouth  as  she  checks  her  violin  before  she’d  go  on  the  quest.   how  can  one  be  kidnapped  by  goblins  so  often?  she  thinks  to  herself.   at  that  age  my  father  at  least  taught  me  a  spell  or  two  to  keep  them  away.

THE  blonde  shrugs.  she  decides  that  humans  aren’t  that  good  with  raising  their  kind  knowing  their  short  age  span.  “  are  you  ready  to  go  get  the  girl?  ”  she  asks  her  co-adventurer.  the  other  had  gifted  her  ...  a  name,  but  she  had  forgotten  thanks  to  the  events  playing  off  afterwards.

[proelio-procusi-a]

@illithicdreams​ continued from here

"No, not all of us can do so. Most of us can dream though." Dream of a better life, of finding those who cared, those had been Lyria's biggest dreams, not fighting back evil though now she really didn't think she could go back.

Lyria pulled out her coin purse, handing the bard several gold peices. "I always enjoy pretty much any story I can learn, so thank you for what you do."

[dalishflame]

“All the same… best to keep your eyes open.“

Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe … sentence starters

"We have to sleep sometime," Atreion slumped down onto a fallen pillar, running their hands through their hair. It felt disgusting, gritty and stringy from days on the road. What he wouldn't give for a hot bath and a soft bed... "Exhaustion will catch us up sooner or later, and then what? The minute we close our eyes, either these fucking things in our heads start worming their way deeper, or their cultists find us and lop off our heads!" They threw up their hands with a frustrated snarl, "We're fucked either way!"

[eritvita]

i’m not half as bad as what you’ve been told.

@illithicdreams​

And doth Roland scoff, a solitary carving knife held in one hand and a thin, ambiguous block of wood carefully held inside the other. “And what is a rumor?” says he, as doth he carve, and make whittle the delicate features of tubing, sealed together.

“Dost thou know hath I rumour of multiple lovers at once, or of multiple parents at once?” confers he, wide-eyed, as dost his brows bounce in thrice. “Or, verily: that am I the bastard son of Empress Celene? Or a hidden Crow made Merry of dubious identity?” And doth he bark a stout laugh, and continue to trim a hand-made, rough sketch of a home-brought flute, borne of Pan.

THE 1975: A BRIEF INQUIRY.

[eritvita]

“I won’t lie to you.”

@illithicdreams

“Am I so charming?” murmurs he, slurring into an empty tankard and leant backward onto the rickety seat of this rickety tavern; bare-toe’d and poor-sphere’d into his peasant’s clothes.

And doth he wince, and wave ‘way his crude definition. “I beg thy pardon. But, prithee, I must insist: am I so calm, and Made to be comfortable, that thou wouldst trust me as insistently as thyself? Wouldst thou brand me as the Bedrock of Safety?” inquires Roland curiously, and is his chestnut hair plastered to his forehead, and his long, strong limbs loose and borne of the honey’d mead.

“Is thus by our shared blood?” says he, soft enough as to be considered a private Whisper. Is Roland’s face as kin to the stone, artful in a True seriousness. “As art I of magick? As art thou?”

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ HOZIER / WASTELAND, BABY!

[eritvita]

“A heart’s a heavy burden.”

@illithicdreams

“Yea, but worth the Sound,” minds he, as dost he weave an intricate crown full of yellow flowers, of daisies, daffodils, and dandelions, and hath a twin set of pollen bracelets overcome him by his work-worn palms.

He dimples. “Wouldst I be heavy and heart-sotted as Foolish as like an uncracked Bell, than to be hollow and Unmentioned by my fading rust, and therefore so neglected. Is my Heart swollen and beautifully red, and ‘twill remain as thus Forever.” And Roland laughs happily, and performs the finishing touches of the gentle stems and delicate greenleaf of this crown, and doth offer it to her, thereby, as a simple Gift.

STUDIO GHIBLI SENTENCE STARTERS.

[eritvita]

~♫

@illithicdreams

Clasped hands of friendly faces and gleaming mirrors with full tankards and decent bedding with no pests, fresh sheets, and hot plates of cooked food, doth Roland celebrate by playing with the tavern’s band.

Clacking chair legs and pounding fists by the Upbeat of stamping feet, and hast Roland taken the viola; strummed its fraying edges and sweat dampening his hair, his rosy flush a stark sunset to his ethereal beam.

By the fifth verse, and with scattered acoustics and banjos, and the ale ever-flow’d, dost Roland dance loosely; playing perfectly. “Well, my Daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle!” calls he, traipsing in his naked feet and swaying to the drum of the Tune. “’Taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle. ‘Taught me how to love and how to give just a little!” Found a new friend in the middle of the Wood doth he come now to her table, held his instrument firm, and bend backwards o’er near her to give her a salacious wink.

“--- thank God I’m a country boy!”

Thank God I’m a Country Boy by John Denver !!

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