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Heyyyy. Time to lock in, folks, we've got another dream.
It also involves @nadinescholtes 's, horror au? Horror dimension? I'm not too sure, all I know is that I got involved and it got bloody.
So yeah, warning for slight gore, blood, and uncomfy stuff :]
I'm gonna start smack dab in the middle, but it was a blur and a messy. It was a weird setting. Like that one popular vrchat game with freeze tag. Except more gray and kind of blurry. Like a faint memory.
It was a chase. Hiding behind rocks, dodging claws. My heartbeat spiked as the scruffed figures honed in to my location. Despite Laia's actual position(from what I've seen), I was also being chased by her, though the horrific Sun was on my tail.
I dashed into a house. It looks clean yet abandoned. It wasn't clear who's place it was or whether it was safe to be in. But it looked empty enough to me.
Or so I thought.
One moment I was in the semi vintage beige kitchen, another I was a tall figure. It was a Moon model, tall and dressed like a butler, though completely all black. I couldn't think too much about it before the figure drove a long knife through my right side, nearly below my ribcage. It shoved me against the wall, heaving the air out of my lungs. It didn't hurt, but I felt a weird pressure.
"All I need is a strip, that's all"
The figure spoke in a low voice before stripping away the hunk of flesh away from my body. Blood and viscera spray across the kitchen, landing on the walls and fireplace. Apparently, the Moon figure didn't want to kill me, hence why the blade went three quarters through my body and not all the way through.
He took the hunk of flesh, pleased that he'll be able to feed the two outside the housing unit and calm the situation. With a smile, I went up to the figure and thanked them for sparing me. I was internally confused, as was the Moon butler as it was written on their face, but nodded with a "you're welcome" in reply. Curious, I noticed a piece of my flesh on top of the fireplace, a prominent rib bone stationed on top. I asked him for it since I couldn't reached it. With a nod, he reached it and handed it down to me.
Leaving the kitchen and venturing throughout the dark house, my mouth began to water, growling as the scent filled my nostrils. With another smile, I began to eat the chucks of meat on the rib bone, surprised by the lack of raw meat and blood as cooked flesh and juices slid down my throat. Delicious. Almost taste like pork chops. Almost looked like it, too. But it came from me, my body. How strange.
I walked upon a couple of blurry figures in the darken house, entering a dark living room and lit hallway. They were hard to make out, but it looked like Solar and Lunar, albeit more human. They questioned the injuries I had and offered up some alcoholic wipes. Looking down at myself, I noticed the injury on my right side disappeared, moving up from my right shoulder down to my wrist. It was shallow, like the skin was removed, leaving dark red meat in place.
I laughed and thanked them for the wipes, going to clean myself up. Looking back at my injury, I shuddered as hard white pus formed around the edges. Almost crystallized, but very disgusting. I didn't even put the alcohol on yet. With a heavy breath, knowing the sizzling pain ahead of me, I slapped the alcoholic wipe on my arm.
It didn't burn, just felt wet and warm. Sighing in relief, I rubbed down my injury, scrapping off the harden pus as it felt to the dark wooden floor. Injury cleaned(not covered) and no longer bloody, I thanked them and headed off.
The rest of the dream is irrelevant. Just turning into a cat spy and scalling the large buildings in Europe. How golden and graceful.
Just gonna say it. Eclipse looks kinda hot in today's thumbnail 👀
Okay now that i made myself giggle, time to get a little sad. I was this 🤏 close to crying, I'm ngl. Hearing Dazzle speak to Eclipse hit a little too close to home for me, and I genuinely can't handle that again. Not again. Also Eclipse with his last bit of charge telling Dazzle how proud he is of her?
God, I can't do this, I'm ending my analysis early I'm sorry
Lovely reminder: your knuckles have refreshed! Time to crack them💛 :]
Anyways, Tsams fanfics are on a whole new level.
Look, Tsams itself already has a lot of potential within a show. However, most times, it completely avoids the opportunity and leaves others void or peeved. Thus, they go off to create their own story with said potential, aka a LOT of passion. Leading to stories that make you absolutely lose your shit.
Tsams is still a fine story, but the fanfics are like a drug that I can't live without (which is saying something since i haven't bought my bong just yet. Maybe one day-)
Can I be so serious rn? Like in a silly way, lil ranty
I like to watch fnaf dca vrchat a lot. It's fun to me(it's the autism-)! But I've noticed that whenever the camera/main is Sun, both Sun and Moon gets equal spotlight.
But when the camera/main is Moon, it's usually Moon centric and focuses on other characters.
Why is that? /gen
I kinda wish for some Sun centric type channel, too. There's so so few! (Like, one, honestly, from what I've seen. I do like the channel, too. Very interesting-)
I dunno what was happening. It was like a dreamscape, light blue, kinda floaty daycare with balloons, and I think either Cosmos or Jack(voice sounded like Cosmos those) was age regressing. He heard Sun and Dazzle's voices, Sun complaining he was stuck and Dazzle telling him to twist the other way.
When he turned the corner, AHH! Sun had the cutest design! His head was so big! He was like a giant chibi. With orange clown makeup and his head was stuck between some star shaped balloons! Oh my God, how cute!
I think the dream design was inspired by Pixelchills or however their name was spelled. It's been a while, I love their art/dolldrops ^^
Then I woke up just now. Better get clock out from work now :]
Heyyyy. Time to lock in, folks, we've got another dream.
It also involves @nadinescholtes 's, horror au? Horror dimension? I'm not too sure, all I know is that I got involved and it got bloody.
So yeah, warning for slight gore, blood, and uncomfy stuff :]
I'm gonna start smack dab in the middle, but it was a blur and a messy. It was a weird setting. Like that one popular vrchat game with freeze tag. Except more gray and kind of blurry. Like a faint memory.
It was a chase. Hiding behind rocks, dodging claws. My heartbeat spiked as the scruffed figures honed in to my location. Despite Laia's actual position(from what I've seen), I was also being chased by her, though the horrific Sun was on my tail.
I dashed into a house. It looks clean yet abandoned. It wasn't clear who's place it was or whether it was safe to be in. But it looked empty enough to me.
Or so I thought.
One moment I was in the semi vintage beige kitchen, another I was a tall figure. It was a Moon model, tall and dressed like a butler, though completely all black. I couldn't think too much about it before the figure drove a long knife through my right side, nearly below my ribcage. It shoved me against the wall, heaving the air out of my lungs. It didn't hurt, but I felt a weird pressure.
"All I need is a strip, that's all"
The figure spoke in a low voice before stripping away the hunk of flesh away from my body. Blood and viscera spray across the kitchen, landing on the walls and fireplace. Apparently, the Moon figure didn't want to kill me, hence why the blade went three quarters through my body and not all the way through.
He took the hunk of flesh, pleased that he'll be able to feed the two outside the housing unit and calm the situation. With a smile, I went up to the figure and thanked them for sparing me. I was internally confused, as was the Moon butler as it was written on their face, but nodded with a "you're welcome" in reply. Curious, I noticed a piece of my flesh on top of the fireplace, a prominent rib bone stationed on top. I asked him for it since I couldn't reached it. With a nod, he reached it and handed it down to me.
Leaving the kitchen and venturing throughout the dark house, my mouth began to water, growling as the scent filled my nostrils. With another smile, I began to eat the chucks of meat on the rib bone, surprised by the lack of raw meat and blood as cooked flesh and juices slid down my throat. Delicious. Almost taste like pork chops. Almost looked like it, too. But it came from me, my body. How strange.
I walked upon a couple of blurry figures in the darken house, entering a dark living room and lit hallway. They were hard to make out, but it looked like Solar and Lunar, albeit more human. They questioned the injuries I had and offered up some alcoholic wipes. Looking down at myself, I noticed the injury on my right side disappeared, moving up from my right shoulder down to my wrist. It was shallow, like the skin was removed, leaving dark red meat in place.
I laughed and thanked them for the wipes, going to clean myself up. Looking back at my injury, I shuddered as hard white pus formed around the edges. Almost crystallized, but very disgusting. I didn't even put the alcohol on yet. With a heavy breath, knowing the sizzling pain ahead of me, I slapped the alcoholic wipe on my arm.
It didn't burn, just felt wet and warm. Sighing in relief, I rubbed down my injury, scrapping off the harden pus as it felt to the dark wooden floor. Injury cleaned(not covered) and no longer bloody, I thanked them and headed off.
The rest of the dream is irrelevant. Just turning into a cat spy and scalling the large buildings in Europe. How golden and graceful.
