a thing i don't think i've seen anyone talk about regarding the cori jo situation thing is that they just. took nightmare country 's plot?
like, Cori 2 being bound to the will of a human is not a thing they came up with, thats a central part in nightmare country, where dream bounds the corinthian to do what flynn wants
And he was obviously pissed about that because why wouldn’t he be
Like. Idk how to explain this but that subplot kinda felt like it borrowed a lot from Cori and Flynn's dynamic framed as romantic and made it worst?
OK I had to do these for Corinthiel cause they're the pinnacle of crack prompts.
who controls the netflix account and what have they dominated the suggestions with by watching
Well, since Danny has every streaming service living rent free in his mind, it's got to be Cori. You've got to have all the modern luxuries when out doing your Lord's bidding in the Waking, including the best streaming has to offer. His watch list is full of the usual you would expect for THE nightmare paramount. A chocolate box of horrors so psychology damaging, one wonders who or what the director had to fuck to get it green lit. His suggestions however, are curiously dominated by the suspiciously twee likes of the ‘The Great British Sewing Bee’ and the ‘The Secret Life of Cats.’ He blames Ruin… Everyone knows it's not Ruin.
who snores
Daniel, oh yes, perfect little princess face Danny boy with all the grace, poise and finesse of an expert geisha… Snores like an alcoholic sailor with severe sleep apnea when he's out. That ‘unique’ laugh of Morpheus's had to go somewhere. And it chose make a new home for itself in Danny's nasal passages. Eldritch horrors live in fear of hearing it, demons tell stories of it in hushed, reverant tones. It's the most horrific sound to ever take form. Cori adores it.
who has an embarrassing ringtone that the other calls them in public just to get to go off
Wait, you think Cori's phone blasting ‘Pour some sugar on me’ while his phone flashes a salacious lockscreen photo of Daniel, isn't meticulously planned? For his own delight and everyone else's discomfort? He's purposely arranged callbacks from sales companies, just so he can stand there like a smug git while a Jpeg Lord of the Dreaming flashes his sugar tits. He's done it with Constantine, Hob, the archangel Michael… That one time with Destiny. He doesn't talk about that though…
who sleeps on the top bunk if given the chance
If by top bunk you mean the finely sculpted pectorals of one blonde nightmare.. It's an all out war between Danny and Madison about who gets to curl up and purr themselves into oblivion. Trust me, those catfights gets naaasty! They're the closest thing the Dreaming has to bloodsports. Trauma for the eyes in a flurry of white hair.
who plays the piano at 6 in the morning to wake up the other
Matthew once spent a month making Mervyn hit a piano repetitively with a heavy duty chain whip to get them out of their bed chamber. Does that count? Would you want to face an enraged librarian on the warpath because their peace has been heinously disturbed? Well neither did they. It was the only way to get them to put their pants on.
who has accidentally set something on fire by attempting to cook a birthday meal
Well, since Cori is the accomplished male wife he is, I'm going to say with no canonical proof ( but we all know it's true) his skills in the culinary arts could make Gordon Ramsey renounce swearing in euphoria. And Daniel should be able to pull from an encyclopedic dreamer knowledge of this stuff. So… Ruin did it. How did Ruin set fire to the deep fat fryer when making a romantic icecream sundae for his Lord and mentor in all things night terrors? Well, let me tell you, he has a particular set of skills!
Happy Birthday Month!! May it be the most fantabulous of months. 💖💖
Could I humbly request a Corinthiel piece (shocker I know 😅) for you birthday prompts. It can be absolutely anything you desire.
Thanks for the nice wishes (: it was quite the month, that's for sure.
So, for you I decided to go for something a little different than the prompts I had suggested. I got inspired by Nightmare Country and figured why not expand on that a little? It is a tiny bit angsty, but it ends well. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing it ^^
Madison Flynn licked her paw and proceeded to rub her face against it, leaving one eye open to watch the retreating form of the King of Dreams. To her left stood the Corinthian, hands in his pockets, his whole body turned towards his master. The line of his shoulders conveyed the anger that was brewing inside after both him and Flynn were forbidden from leaving the Dreaming to continue working on the case that had brought them together in the first place.
“So, that’s it? We just sit here and let those people continue as they were?” Flynn questioned, the fur on her back rising with discomfort.
“Pretty much. He’ll take care of the rest,” assured The Corinthian.
“And you’re okay with that?”
“What do you want me to do? You heard him. If I try anything, he’ll simply erase my memories.” The Corinthian’s eyes were obscured by his customary shades, yet the slump of his shoulders belied his true mood. “I’ll be left with nothing. Again.”
Flynn’s brow furrowed. She wasn’t used to seeing such openly displayed vulnerability in the Corinthian, although she’d always had the impression there was a lot of it under the surface. She hadn’t even noticed they’d spent an entire year together before Max pointed out the date of her death, but she couldn’t deny she had grown to understand the nightmare, perhaps even appreciate him. She was still angry at him, though.
“It was very arsehole-y of you to leave us to die at that office, you know?”
The Corinthian sighed. “For the last time. I did what I had to do to get what we needed. I had a plan to get you out of there. If anything, I left you at the safest place you could be.”
Flynn’s whiskers twitch, unamused. “Being with an ancient, murderous witch doesn’t sound very safe. But sure, can’t wait to hear what that amazing plan of yours entailed.”
“There’s no need for it anymore, so you can just forget about it.”
“That’s just another way of saying you had no plan!”
“Fuck, Flynn. You never give up, do you? You’re here, you’re fine, now let it go,” the Corinthian directed an annoyed look at the cat by his feet, fumbling with the zipper of his jacket.
Flynn acquiesced and started licking her paw anew, allowing the nightmare to fester in his annoyance, before sitting next to her. After deeming to have let the silence stretch enough, she voiced the question she had been meaning to ask for a while now. “Max told me what they did in that club, that he had been offered anything he wanted. Did he offer you that for us, too?”
Flynn didn’t need to clarify she meant Azazel. The Corinthian hummed his affirmation.
“What did he give you?”
“Something I wasn’t interested in,” the nightmare answered, rushed, as if already expecting the question.
Flynn tilted her head. “Odd. Didn’t seem like the kind to miss the mark. How off was he?”
A humoured scoff left the Corinthian’s chest. “Not even in the same ballpark.”
“Did he offer you to kill?”
“Yeah, something like that.”
“Like that?” Flynn parroted, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “I guess I can see why you didn’t take it, then. I would’ve stopped you.”
The Corinthian sighed again. “Believe it or not, killing is not the only thing in my mind. I’m very complex. Multifaceted, even, you know?”
“What did you want, then?”
The Corinthian stilled for a moment, and when he finally answered, he seemed miles away. “Nothing he could give me.”
The cat’s eyes twinkled with curiosity, but she didn’t press further.
“I still think it’s crap that we cannot keep investigating. I mean, those people ruined my life, you know?”
The Corinthian patted her head, and the smile on his face was as genuine as his could be. “At least you got a life.”
And after that, the nightmare stood up and walked away.
*~*
Corinthian, he heard, directly in his head, making all his teeth chatter. Come to see me, he got ordered, leaving no room for discussion, despite the sweetness of the melody in that voice. And the Corinthian obeyed.
Dream of the Endless waited for him at the dining room. In this new form, he had taken to holding council in different areas, not limited to the throne room. The Corinthian did not know how he felt about it yet.
“You called, my Lord?” he voiced, more as a statement than an actual question.
“Yes. We must discuss some matters.” Dream’s entire attention was glued to the paintings on the walls, the scenes depicted on them playing over and over in an eternal loop whose players weren’t aware of. It reminded The Corinthian of that Grecian urn poem by Keats, his mind supplied. He had no idea why he knew it.
He straightened his back, not quite standing at attention, waiting to be debriefed. Dream’s eyes finally met his, and they softened minutely. The Corinthian swallowed around nothing.
“What did Lord Azazel offer you?” his Creator asked.
“Why is everyone so interested in that?”
“Corinthian,” Dream called, making the Corinthian smirk.
“Oh, doing the voice and everything. Okay, fine. He offered me some kills.”
“Of what kind?”
“I don’t know, the mortal kind, allegedly. But I’ll be damned before I trust the word of a demon.”
“You do well by being wary,” Dream said, but he seemed distracted, in thought.
The Corinthian felt the annoyance in him grow. “You also thought I would betray you, my Lord? All for the price of a few pairs of eyes?”
Dream hummed. “No. I would like to think you are aware enough to know that what I offer you surpasses anything Azazel could ever hope to concoct.”
“Is that an offering?” the Corinthian challenged, bolder than he truly felt.
“My realm is not that of Desire. But I know what you would dream of, were you able to,” Dream said, and then his entire awareness was focused on the Corinthian, including that of the entire collective unconscious.
The gesture lasted a mere second, yet it was enough to knock the breath out of the Corinthian. He caught a smile spreading over Dream’s lips before the King turned away from him.
“Lord Azazel could not give you what you dream of because it was not his to give,” Dream mused, taking a few steps before doing a slight turn of the head, gazing at the Corinthian from under his lashes. “I, however, can. After all, I am mine to give away as I please.”
The Corinthian’s mouth fell open. He normally hated being read so easily, and he had always been so transparent to his creator. It was unnerving and intoxicating at the same time.
“Daniel—” he started, hand stretched out, and the personification before him stopped minutely.
“You still hold onto that name.” There was incredulity and wonder in the Dream King’s voice. The Corinthian thought he heard gratitude as well. “We will continue this conversation soon enough. For now, there is much I need to attend to. Please make sure to remain available,” Dream added, making his way out of the room and leaving the Corinthian alone with a table topped with food.
The nightmare ran a hand through his hair, trying to process everything that had happened. He paced around, plucking at some of the things on the table and nibbling on them with nervous energy. On the farthermost side of the table, where the Corinthian had found Dream, something caught his attention: a half-eaten apple, sitting next to an open jar of peanut butter. The Corinthian assumed Lyta Hall would approve.
The first round in the Thornstorm household (Icarus & Madison): we’re coming up on the end of the main neighborhood gameplay rotation, and next up is Icarus Thornstorm and Madison Flynn. They live right at the center of Westport, right next door to the rest of Icarus’ family.
RE: the insane amount of twins I’ve had lately: it’s occurring to me that most of my family sims apparently have super fertility in the aspiration rewards... so... that’s that mystery solved, why have I done this. x)
