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sᴜʀʀᴇᴀʟ ғᴀɴᴛᴀsʏ : ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ || ғ x ᴍ
She'd finally outrun and outlived the nightmares of her childhood - or so she thought. Things were starting to go well, starting to look something akin to normal. She'd clawed her way out of the corpse pile of midnight horrors she'd been faced with, shimmied out of the shackles of monsters, and built a life on the bedrock of darkness she'd been given. It was deep below the dirt now. Covered in flowers and greenery. Something beautiful growing atop the dead things lying to rot down there. It had been years and she was safe.
But there are cracks forming in the corners of her consciousness under all those pretty licks of paint. Cracks big enough to bleed through, peek through... pry through. That nightmare world with it's unspoken rules and empty, aching hunger doesn't let go of things so easily, and it's pounding on that abandoned vault door she locked it behind. Pretty soon, something had to give.
But there are cracks forming in the corners of her consciousness under all those pretty licks of paint. Cracks big enough to bleed through, peek through... pry through. That nightmare world with it's unspoken rules and empty, aching hunger doesn't let go of things so easily, and it's pounding on that abandoned vault door she locked it behind. Pretty soon, something had to give.
[ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ]
Reality started to bend into shadows at the corners of her vision.
She thought it was just the stress of daily life.
The nightmares were back, and it became harder to awaken.
Surely just a matter of taking greater care of herself.
The shapes of them, blurred in mirrors and bled into rain.
ᴅ ᴏ ɴ' ᴛ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ᴇ ᴍ ᴇ ᴍ ʙ ᴇ ʀ?
ᴡ ᴇ ʜ ᴀ ᴅ ᴀ ᴅ ᴇ ᴀ ʟ
ᴡ ᴇ ʜ ᴀ ᴅ ᴀ ᴅ ᴇ ᴀ ʟ
She realised just a little too late.
The creatures of her nightmares seeped into reality and these abominations were more than just bad dreams. They were as real as her own flesh and sinew, and they had breached the rules of reality just to drag her back. Just to show they could.
So many pitfalls for lost souls lined the broken, forbidden hallways of this Manor of death, waiting to gobble up escape artists and trespassers alike. Every niggling fear, every odious trick, every craven temptation and promise of good fortune littered the path home. Their eyes were on her now, and it would be near impossible to return to that dream of a life she knew...
The creatures of her nightmares seeped into reality and these abominations were more than just bad dreams. They were as real as her own flesh and sinew, and they had breached the rules of reality just to drag her back. Just to show they could.
So many pitfalls for lost souls lined the broken, forbidden hallways of this Manor of death, waiting to gobble up escape artists and trespassers alike. Every niggling fear, every odious trick, every craven temptation and promise of good fortune littered the path home. Their eyes were on her now, and it would be near impossible to return to that dream of a life she knew...
But one did not escape Hell without some grit and tenacity.
There were few things worth fighting for more than life itself, after all.
There were few things worth fighting for more than life itself, after all.
This idea and world are quite precious to me, and I have alot of extra information to share with those interested. There is plenty of room for developement and shifting of ideas however, so don't let that put you off. There is a bit more going on here then meets the eye, which I'm happy to discuss over PMs if this check has piqued your interest.
This is an FxM roleplay, and I'm willing to play either role. It should be fairly obvious but this roleplay will involve darker themes, as well as alot of surrealism. I imagine there will be alot of flashbacks and the like as well, which I'm not sure how will work, but I'm sure we can figuring it out together.
Drop me a PM if it pleases you.
Welcome! Are any of these riches chocolate? I'm asking for a friend...
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Dear Journal,
Can you picture it?
The perfect night?
A harvest moon hanging above, so big you could almost touch it, dark plumes of cloud bathing in it's ruddy glow. The streets, oh so quiet, bar too lovers walking hand in hand across the park to get home. Ah, even from the trees, I could hear the hum of his blood pumping through his veins. I get the feeling he will be a most delicious meal.
But my, I can't help to be the jealous type. Vampires often are, you know. I can't help that I like to play with my food either.
Picture this, dear journal: The sky suddenly black with bats. A silohuette against that blood-coloured moon, standing on the treetops, barely for a single glimpse. And then your lover screaming as she is ripped from your arms, dipped delicately in the arms of someone strange and new, her sweet sweet voice slowly quieting as she falls into rapture with their gorgeous red eyes. Ah, there is nothing more beautiful then two women entwined.
Doesn't it make a pretty picture, dear Journal?
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Can you picture it?
The perfect night?
A harvest moon hanging above, so big you could almost touch it, dark plumes of cloud bathing in it's ruddy glow. The streets, oh so quiet, bar too lovers walking hand in hand across the park to get home. Ah, even from the trees, I could hear the hum of his blood pumping through his veins. I get the feeling he will be a most delicious meal.
But my, I can't help to be the jealous type. Vampires often are, you know. I can't help that I like to play with my food either.
Picture this, dear journal: The sky suddenly black with bats. A silohuette against that blood-coloured moon, standing on the treetops, barely for a single glimpse. And then your lover screaming as she is ripped from your arms, dipped delicately in the arms of someone strange and new, her sweet sweet voice slowly quieting as she falls into rapture with their gorgeous red eyes. Ah, there is nothing more beautiful then two women entwined.
Doesn't it make a pretty picture, dear Journal?
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Dear Journal,
I am not in the buisness of learning the names of my victims, but some of these sketches I ...acquired from the graveyard are marked by our little artist. There is a certain... je ne sais quoi about his works, I daresay I begrudgingly admire his expertise...
It is a shame he will be dead by tommorrow evening.
My birds are gathering, but there seems to be little of interest happening in this backwards place for them to whisper to me about. Everything is so... dreadfully dull. I am looking forward to heading citywards soon.
Arianne
Dearest Journal,
oh, this is all simply too peeeerrrrfect.
Our little meal is bringing dessert out with him. I wa beginning to think the crows might have been a bit too much dazzle and a little too much waste - you know how I can be unnecessarily flashly sometimes - but their keen eyes have actually paid off. Don't get me wrong. I have so delighted in watching the growing terror in our mark's actions this last while. His fear is becoming palpable.
But this... this delectable morsel of information really goes down a treat. She seems sweet, you know. Terribly, terribly sweet. I am sure they'll have a wonderful time together. Picture perfect, one might say. A darling of a date.
I wonder if he'll take it well when I break all her precious little bones when they go to say goodbye?
or perhaps just her legs?
My crows tell me they can't keep their eyes off each other, it would be a shame to ruin it in their last moments.
Ahh, young love. It would be a cruelty against art not to let them die together.
Enjoy the night, my dear artist, I will be watching.
Riveted with anticipation, Arianne x
I am not in the buisness of learning the names of my victims, but some of these sketches I ...acquired from the graveyard are marked by our little artist. There is a certain... je ne sais quoi about his works, I daresay I begrudgingly admire his expertise...
It is a shame he will be dead by tommorrow evening.
My birds are gathering, but there seems to be little of interest happening in this backwards place for them to whisper to me about. Everything is so... dreadfully dull. I am looking forward to heading citywards soon.
Arianne
Dearest Journal,
oh, this is all simply too peeeerrrrfect.
Our little meal is bringing dessert out with him. I wa beginning to think the crows might have been a bit too much dazzle and a little too much waste - you know how I can be unnecessarily flashly sometimes - but their keen eyes have actually paid off. Don't get me wrong. I have so delighted in watching the growing terror in our mark's actions this last while. His fear is becoming palpable.
But this... this delectable morsel of information really goes down a treat. She seems sweet, you know. Terribly, terribly sweet. I am sure they'll have a wonderful time together. Picture perfect, one might say. A darling of a date.
I wonder if he'll take it well when I break all her precious little bones when they go to say goodbye?
or perhaps just her legs?
My crows tell me they can't keep their eyes off each other, it would be a shame to ruin it in their last moments.
Ahh, young love. It would be a cruelty against art not to let them die together.
Enjoy the night, my dear artist, I will be watching.
Riveted with anticipation, Arianne x
ello ello!
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Ugh. There's a reason human's value tender meat. It's the same for blood - there just wasn't that much vitality left in the old bat to feast on. I don't think she even understood what was happening, dozing when I found her as she was.
Still, it was so kind of her to let me look around the place. She looked like the hospitable type anyway, so I took her silence as a kind of welcoming. It's a... dump. Tacky, tiny, dull. I did help myself to her spare key though. You never know, it might come in handy.
I wonder if the people here appreciate crows? They are such intelligent birds...
Thoughtful regards, Arianne x
Ugh. There's a reason human's value tender meat. It's the same for blood - there just wasn't that much vitality left in the old bat to feast on. I don't think she even understood what was happening, dozing when I found her as she was.
Still, it was so kind of her to let me look around the place. She looked like the hospitable type anyway, so I took her silence as a kind of welcoming. It's a... dump. Tacky, tiny, dull. I did help myself to her spare key though. You never know, it might come in handy.
I wonder if the people here appreciate crows? They are such intelligent birds...
Thoughtful regards, Arianne x
Dear Journal,
Dodging daybreak is such a chore. Staying cooped up in a coffin for up to twelve hours is a small price to pay for immortality, but at least as a mortal you get to choose whether you sleep or not and when. Perhaps I shall pay another visit to the arctic circle someday... But, ah, I digress. Let me tell you about my day before I forget it. I am in the awful habit of misplacing my more useless memories, after all.
Do you know, that unabashed mortal we saw... I caught him taking *pictures* of my rats that I'd sent out to scare the locals. Utterly unforgivable! Such things do require a smidge of energy to muster. I am already peckish enough as it is without having my art being needlessly wasted on the ignorant. Well, really. What better way to spice things up then with a biblical plague? The insects are going down a treat, and I do believe our little plaything is starting to get a wee bit spooked.
It was easy enough to find his current abode. There is this dearest little old lady living with him. The old are not really in my tastes, but I think her sudden dissapearance might give us some time to decide on our grand entrance, hmmm?
I want him to be utterly rivetted before he succumbs to the deepest terror...
Dodging daybreak is such a chore. Staying cooped up in a coffin for up to twelve hours is a small price to pay for immortality, but at least as a mortal you get to choose whether you sleep or not and when. Perhaps I shall pay another visit to the arctic circle someday... But, ah, I digress. Let me tell you about my day before I forget it. I am in the awful habit of misplacing my more useless memories, after all.
Do you know, that unabashed mortal we saw... I caught him taking *pictures* of my rats that I'd sent out to scare the locals. Utterly unforgivable! Such things do require a smidge of energy to muster. I am already peckish enough as it is without having my art being needlessly wasted on the ignorant. Well, really. What better way to spice things up then with a biblical plague? The insects are going down a treat, and I do believe our little plaything is starting to get a wee bit spooked.
It was easy enough to find his current abode. There is this dearest little old lady living with him. The old are not really in my tastes, but I think her sudden dissapearance might give us some time to decide on our grand entrance, hmmm?
I want him to be utterly rivetted before he succumbs to the deepest terror...
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