#somniumtextor

[artificialnocturnc]

@somniumtextor gets a starter

A frantic whisper as she walks down the hallway of the castle, half under her own power and half 

“I don’t wanna ask Murphy - you said he’s mean. I don’t wanna be the one!” Anni’s comment is hissed, though in this environment of stone and hallway the sound travels far further than it had any right now. With a small shove she trips through the doors, barely catching her footing and keeping herself up right. 

It was too late now. There went her secondary plan of sneaking right back out the room like she had never been there.

Anni can not help but feel like she has been tricked. A glance over her shoulder and the other nightmare is gone. Having skedaddled at the first opportunity they could have. Anni realises that she was right, she has indeed been tricked, offered as sacrifice because sometimes when you send the youngest one in to ask, people take pity upon them. 

“Um…hi?”

[spiderz0mbie]

    Cassandra Lockwood didn't sleep much. When she does, her nights are filled with nightmares consisted mostly of reenactments of traumatic events. Such as fights with Green Goblin or her falling through unstable staircases in the middle of nowhere. As she laid dreaming in The Coffee Bean stock room, Morpheus paid her a visit. Unaware of who he truly was. He was just another melancholic customer in the café. The spot for her rare calm dream. Their conversation was weird from the jump. How would a random patron know that she rose from her grave?

    Green eyes glance behind him, the windows to the city were bright white instead of their normal street view. Cassandra knew she was asleep. But, everything felt far too real and she had control over her actions. She assumed that this must be a lucid dream.

" what did you do ? " - @somniumtextor

    His question felt pointed. In a dream, there was no reason to lie or give some over exaggerated answer to entertain. She simply shrugged. Cold fingers toyed with the black bracelets around her wrist as she spoke.

    ❝ I don't know. I didn't do anything. Dying was as easy as waking up. Coming back to life was nothing. Processing that I met my end? Totally different story. I should've bitten the bullet plenty of times. Just . . . haven't. Weird, right? I am just happy I'm still kicking. Who else will stop New York crime syndicate? The avengers? Pfft! ❞

[artificialnocturnc]

@somniumtextor gets a starter from Anni

A small dip of her head, almost a bow…an attempt at being polite and proper, yet she could not hide the creature behind her for long.

It was not all that unusual for things to be dreamed of with such conviction…that they became real. Dreamed into existence by one of her Dreamers overactive imagination, and of course Anni was never going to just leave the creature in a dream.

The small jet black sable weaved between her legs before running up her leg and then her chest. Anni wraps both arms around the small wrigging creature, holding it for just a fraction of a moment. Then it is moving again, climbing up her chest and then down the inside of her sweater, at home in the warmth of her. 

“Can I keep it?” The question blurts out of her, then she appeals to emotion. “I called her Whisper.” Like it having a name would make it harder to say no to. 

Well, Anni knows she would have a hard time saying no to a creature with a name.

[artificialnocturnc]

@somniumtextor asked: curiosity is an admirable trait. ( dream to delirium ! )

A little tilt of her head to the side Delirium is confused, or rather, confused as to what had prompted his statement. 

Heterochromatic eyes survey him for a moment, a fraction of a second of clarity before she leaves again. Her mind wanders away from the point he makes as she resumes walking along the top of the wall. One foot carefully in front of the other, arms out for balance. 

“Curiosity…” she muses to herself, before breaking into a little hum as she mumbles a song to herself. 

Delight had always been curious. Constantly curious of the mortal world. Of the universe outside of their realms. Desperate to explore it. Delirium, not so much. She could spend an eon lost in her own domain if it were not for the fact the love she had for her siblings remained. 

In retrospect, Delirium thinks that was annoying to her siblings, but they always seemed to misunderstand something. “Curiosity is the greatest path to happiness.”

[desiir]

* 𝑄 . ❛ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 . ❜

  𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐄  :    RANDOM INSTIGATIVE   / *  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒  :    always  open . @somniumtextor

* 𝒜 . 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 / * thready   strings   which   bind   matter   and   galaxies   .   wants   ,   𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔   ,   and   all   that   drives   existence   forward   .    which   twitch   and   dance   ,   at   their   handing   ,   bewitched   betwixt   lacquered   𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚜   -   &&*   ,   hate  / *  𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠   ,   𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚍   .   both   passions   made   flesh   ;   if   one   is   one   ,   they   must   embody   the   other   .   a   𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟-𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡   division   .   and   ,   little   makes   them   so   dived   as   sweet   𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖   *   (   so   arrogant   ,   judgement   . . .    selfish   ,   and   𝒐𝒉   𝒔𝒐   -   like   themselves   .   )   *   perhaps   the   two   were   not   meant   to   𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕   together   ;   a   tragedy   being   their   parallel   paths   made   blurred   by   a   blood   .

❝ 𝒐𝒉   ,   𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙   𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒   .   such   precious   boarders   would   not   exist   ,   if   they   did   not   have   bounds   beyond   them   don't   you   think   ?   *   𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠   are   made   to   be   explored   .   𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍   .   .   . ❞

* lips   form   sanguine   curves   ;   as   tongue   and   teeth   wrap   around   words   .   skinning   sounds   from   their   forms   .   vowels   ,   dragged   /   elongated   ,   in   a   perpetual   𝓹𝓾𝓻𝓻   .   a   sordid   lilting   lullaby   ,   strung   betwixt   𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠   lips   .

❝ .   .   .   &&   *   ,   it   is   so   bad   ?   . . .    to   be   𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬   ?   *   is   that   not   what   your   𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼   are   made   of   ?   the   wondering   /   whimsey-ed   minds   of   𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚜   ? ❞

[unna7ural]

starter call / cain stared unfazed, feeling numb to any sense of urgency that manifested with the man before him. pointing to the wife beside him, utterly oblivious to her fictional existence, he said shrugging, " well, we're off to our honeymoon, so ... — i'm sure this can wait. " / @somniumtextor

[nightmarecountry]

🐈🐈🐈 because we know it’s happened at LEAST once ;)

The weight of Dream's presence is more frightening than the hand itself, though that, too, is terrifying. It grips the back of his white jacket as if it were the scruff of the nightmare's neck, keeping him from delving deeper into this dreamer's mind. The Corinthian jerks forwards just once. He goes nowhere.

It's such an unexpected thing, being physically grabbed like this, that he really has no instincts informing his reaction at all. Doesn't snarl and thrash in impotent fury like his predecessor would have, nor go still and pliant-scared like some of his fellow dreamkin surely would in his place. What comes over him instead is a kind of utter blankness. Like Morpheus has wiped every thought from his skull with a touch that doesn't even reach his skin.

Demanding answers from his creator has rarely gone well in this life or the last, so he doesn't bother. He waits, irritated and on edge from the interruption, letting Dream's grip take his weight while he tries to lean out of it. He entertains half a fantasy of slipping out of his jacket, but doesn't.

"It isn't like you to interrupt."

Little voice in the back of his skull, something from eons ago in another life, urges deference; honorifics, titles, a show of respect. The second Corinthian ignores it. He leans just a little harder away from the hand gripping him, like a dog pointedly straining at the leash.

[saturnmused-a]

@somniumtextor requested: HOPE & DREAM.

“ 𝐇𝐄𝐘, 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ! ” the younger endless exclaims as soon as she catches sight of dream, on the other side of the room at the grandiose function that they've both found themselves at. she was expecting family, but not him per se ― but the revelation is welcome, & there's a bright smile on her lips as she bounds across the space that separates them. she just barely refrains from launching straight into a hug to envelop him in, but remembers at the very last moment that he prefers to be asked first, & to do so is only customarily polite. she moves gracefully around him, settling in the seat next to the space he occupies, & reaches over to offer a gentle, settling squeeze of hand before she's pulling back, not wanting to overwhelm. hope can just GUESS how overstimulating her presence might be for him, someone who has long since evaded her purview ; the very allowance of letting her this close says wonders. “ it's so good to see you here, dream ! i don't know if anyone else from our family showed up, but i'm glad if it's just you, all the same ! ”