#hopes and dreams; rp

[second-wife-playbook]

She nodded as they sat. "The caramelized pear tea is very good...it's just a very nicely flavored black tea, if I remember it. I'm having a pot of the spiced turmeric. For my stomach." She smiled sheepishly. "I enjoy tea sweets, but they can affect my digestion a little."

Still! Mr. Reed seemed quite the gentleman, and thankfully, not a stranger to the awkwardness of first meetings and new acquaintances. And she brightened to see him observe her little gift with such enthusiasm. "Please, I owe you for that wonderful shadowbox!" She insisted. "It's the most beautiful thing I own at present, and it's been more than a balm to me when I'm feeling down. I really, truly can't thank you enough for it."

To hear his work as challenging was no surprise. In such a department that would handle such matters as "wishes" of any kind, she could only imagine a lot of disorder. Not everyone had the same wishes on their mind after all. "I apologize if all my letters have been...interrupting you, in any way." Her cheeks went a little pink. "I'm glad I could have been of help in anyway. I have a...a lot of free time on my hands, unfortunately. So I try to fill the hours."

It was beginning to occur to Coronis that she might have been...overly informal in her last letter.

That's something you should write to someone you're friends with, not a stranger- She fussed over it during tea. She was able to drink by herself for once, sitting safe in her room from the bickering going on downstairs, and paired with a favorite book. The shadowbox was enjoyed during very private moments, but she was cautious never to leave it out to be found. -who's to say Mr. Reed will even want to tell me?

Clank!

The book snapped shut and she brightened at once to see the letter canister drop onto her desk. Nevermind!!!

She tripped several times over her pillow and blanket in her scramble to get the letter. Opening it, she was initially disappointed to see a few lines. Until she started reading them that is.

Visit?!

He's inviting her to visit?!

She hesitated, looking to the door.

Her parents were still arguing. They might continue to argue until dinner. Did she dare try to leave now, and risk attracting their attention?

.....I go out sometimes. They don't have to know. She fretted, chewing on her finger a little. I'll just....ask the chauffer to drop me off and they'll be none the wiser. I'll ask him to tell them I'm going out for dinner. It doesn't have to be long. It's only a visit.

Yet the fear of how they'd react to this new flight of fancy...the same way they react to all the others, worried her immensely. Even as she picked up a pen, she feared not being able to keep her engagement.

Dear Mr. Reed, I'd be honored to come by for a brief visit. If it's not too forward, there is a very suitable cafe called Beedle and Bairn in the Ring of Pride that would be nice to visit. I appreciate your generous invitation and look forward to seeing you in person. Yours affably, Coronis

The letter was sent. She took a deep breath-

And ventured downstairs.

_______

The driver was meticulous in answering the call for an outing. The car was called for, and the lady climbed in, setting off for the cafe in question. And in a bit of anxiousness over popping in so suddenly, Coronis had asked him to make a detour for a tin of cookies and a fresh can of fancy tea leaves (something called rooibos???).

She felt confident that the gift might smooth over any awkwardness over the sudden meeting, but she was still mortified at what her own awkwardness might bring. Mr. Reed had been perfectly accommodating and kind thus far, but his patience might be tested if her usual social skills were put to the test.

Good grief it's only a visit to a teahouse. It's...it's nothing major- Though whether these thoughts worked to coax Coronis to a less frantic state was questionable. -and Mr. Reed will be more than able to ask me to go if he's uncomfortable.

But eventually, the car did stop.

Okay. Okay. She took deep breaths in and out. Don't stay too long. Offer him the gift, listen to what he has to say, and try to read the room for Satan's sake. She drilled herself in on the proper etiquette. And for crying out loud, don't be weird!!

She stepped out from the car. Took one more deep breath.

And entered the cafe.

[artsy-artw0rld]

The Awakening

Have you seen the tree? Many have said it protects the dreams of many in its-

Liar.

. . . . . .

.

[err0r-t4ken]

Eryn didn't care that Sam told him no. Fuck him, he wanted answers and honestly... He didn't think Dream did anything wrong, I mean why else would they treat him so poorly. So he broke in, under the guise of an invisibility potion. Moving quickly through the prison and activating the panel for the platform all while Sam was distracted by a different thing entirely. Though he didn't think too much about his plan, leaving the lava wall open and upon approaching the platform he drank some milk. Reaching Dream he looked at him. "Hey there- uhm... You probably don't know me but i'm new... to the server... uh... But I've heard about you." (Eryn)

Dream hadn't been expecting a visitor quite yet, it had only been a couple of hours since Quackity last visited. Sure he could've been going twice in one day, Sam was pretty pissed off. But still! He wasn't sure exactly why Sam would let him back this time. His back still ached with invisible gashes, his jumpsuit had been torn apart at the back and frankly he hardly seemed to know what to do, now at least.

He sat up when the platform approached, keeping perfectly still, calm, his hands itched to cover his face with something yet he knew there was nothing to protect it. He was incredibly relieved when he saw the other man, eyes darting over the boy curiously.

"No... We haven't met yet." He paused, "good things I hope?" the joke was purely humorless, he knew they wouldn't be good. He knew no-one out there had good things to say about him.

"What brings you to my humble abode?"

He didn't stand, watching the stranger from the floor, he didn't feel like fighting against the chains, like asserting his dominance, they didn't seem to be preparing to attack him.

It reminded him of Tommy in some funny way.

[heybiji]

I don't ever dream of OCs but last night I had a dream about this musketeer. He was speaking to another musketeer about how the water from the well they were resting near was poisonous to anyone keeping a dark secret.

[werenotacoupleyesyouare]

c!Wilbur ran away in the end because he couldn’t face the realisation that despite everything that happened, c!Tommy had been there waiting for him since the day he left btw. He came back with the hope of dealing himself more pain but was met with undeserved love and that hurt him much more than anything else he could have done to himself

[ari-and-dreamer]

It was such fun today!! I got to meet many people! One of them was the purple hat lady Artsy always told me about! Her name is uhm... Match, right? She had such a weird energy coming from her... Too much in my opinion... Anyway, it was all amazing! Except when the elevator stopped at where I woke up... Ugh! I hate that place! And what's with that tree?! Why does it all look like the forest?! I KNOW it isn't!! Okay, I should calm down now... I don't know why, but Melanie was so scared when she saw me—and her friend Mozelle was really mean to me! Why are they so afraid of me? I told Arianne about it all, and for some time she told me everything would be okay, but when I mentioned Match's weird energy, she... Was even more anxious. Should I keep an eye on the purple hat lady? And if I'm saying her name wrong, please tell me! (+ Dreamer's relationships with others now!)

[grim-has-issues]

I WANT TO BE A VOICE ACTOR SO BAD I WILL CRY AND THROW UP AT THE SAME TIME‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🚨🚨🚨🚨💣💣💣💣💣

[eeveelutionstarsofficial]

( @j0nathand0e )

So why did you decide to become idols?

I just liked theatre and wanted to be an actor. It’s… complicated to explain everything that happened after.

Naturally, we all had our own reasons to want to become idols. Eve and Faye started the group and asked each of us to join because they saw potential in each of us. We just decided their visions in the end aligned with our own- then we became close and the rest is, as they say, history. -🤍

For most of us, it wasn't just about becoming idols- rather the idea of being able to create something truly magical and inspirational for people everywhere, together! Of course, my decision was because I wanted to find myself, grow more, and inspire others to do the same and to reach for their dreams through my performances! I think song and dance connect, inspire and encourage people in special ways. -🤎

I decided to become one myself to express myself and channel my passion into something meaningful, use it in part of something bigger, y'know? I met Eve a bit after she moved to my city, she told me all about her dreams of being an idol and what she wanted to achieve. So I decided to go see a show with her, and it really opened things up for me- I saw a lotta potential there for us, so eventually I encouraged her to pursue those dreams and find the rest of the stars! -🧡

Of course, sometimes it's simpler for some than others. Some folks just like the stage, like what you described, and that's wonderful too! Like Gracie said, we've all got our reasons. Think we've rambled long enough for one post though, haha! Though I'm sure if anyone wants to hear more, the rest of the girls wouldn't mind chipping in at all either! We love sharing our idol journeys, be it the past that led us to where we are now, our hopes for the future, and anything beyond or inbetween! -🤎

[coworkers-office]

💞Ily here's a gift for you, hope you like it❤️

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!"

< Your coworker immediately flees. He wouldn't want to risk ruining his shoes by trying to squash that gross disgusting monster. >

[ask-the-burs]

How are all of you will physical contact (stuff like hugs and head pats [asking for a friend])?

I don’t mind hugs or head pats at all! I enjoy them a lot and you may hug me as long as you want 😊

-Lmanbur

Please don’t touch me without asking first. I will hit you

-Pogbur

I love giving a receiving all kinds of affection! I just hope you can handle the cold :~)……and the ink stains

-Ghostbur

never touch me

-Limbobur

If you ask first i’m okay with it…just don’t linger, it will make my skin crawl :/

-Revivebur

[nanotech-terminator]

What is it like to be in this morphogenic engine "Bubble"? Does it hurt you a lot? what the doctors did to make you go in there?

"At first, yeah. I don't.. really like to talk about it, but the tubes hurt, going in. After that, it's just.. sleeping, though. Pain doesn't bother you, but the nightmares do. If that makes sense. They're so real feeling." "And they.. didn't do anything to get me in there, really. I thought they wanted to help me with my.. issues, and I got lied to. Simple."

[d-adpool]

Oh god there are more of you…

- @gwenpooleofish

there's more of us than anyone but certain kinky spider-men could ever dream of

[artsy-artw0rld]

The meeting

OOC: Dreamer enjoyers come get ur food (if yall are wondering why dreamer looks different/"messier" its bcs she made herself at home on that floor)

[err0r-t4ken]

Light a match, and watch it burn. Let the flames lick and pop at the gunpowder. Stretching slowly at first, until it's eating and consuming it quicker. Going too fast to stop, not that anyone would want to stop something so gorgeous anyways.

That's how Wilbur felt. Like that little flame that starts oh so small, igniting and wishing to thrive in its shitty environment with a lack of safety. Not like flames that have built up chunks of dry wood. Like a trail of flames that has to build on itself to grow.

Fingers pushed a button, cursing how loud it sounded to shut the continuous falling lava off. Large bag in one hand and a rifle sat besides him. Sort of propped up on his leg. In case things went awry, it was a good threat.

He had a joyous, almost manical, smile on his face. Lips upturned towards the sun. Ah the gorgeous sun. Yet another flame alight in his life.

He was so excited, to be getting Dream out. Another poor soul like himself, who has been rotting alone for long enough.

Fingers pressed against another switch, and the platform below him began to move. He walked along with it. Steps light. Silent. Gaze set on Dream, a gaze filled with delight.

Rifle in arm now, he held it as though he were in color guard. Barrel leaning against his shoulder.

Once getting to the other side he set it back down and leaned it against the obsidian wall. Shifting his bag off his left shoulder to dig through it. As he did so, he spoke. A question:

"You ready to be out of here, Dream?"

The prisoner's head almost didn't raise when the lava started, he knew that it was just Quackity, coming back for another round. He'd stopped keeping track. His clothes were bloodstained and hung loosely were he sat on the floor like a discarded doll. He was listening to a voice again, it shouted in his ear words he swore he'd heard something tangable say before. Maybe it was a god. Maybe it was something darker- more mortal. He had no clue.

He almost didn't think to crowd back against the wall, listening to nearly unfamiliar footsteps. His eyes raising ever so slightly to look at the mans shoes, then up and up and up until he made eye contact with his favorite diciple.

In his excitement he nearly forgot the binds on his arms, he tugged them forward and let out a quiet growl at the feeling of them being pulled back to another unnatural position. Screw the Warden and his stupid fucking restraints. He was ready to bash Sam's head into the floor once he escaped.

Today.

He was getting out today. He looked back up at Wilbur, the realization dawning on his face as he thought that maybe this was what heaven looked like. Maybe this was the truth. That he was being saved by someone he had once deemed so much lower than him. In his eyes was a level of respect and adoration reserved for very few.

Of course he voiced none of that, he let out his adrenaline choked breath and cleared his dry throat. Maybe he could finally drink water once he was out.

"Took you long enough."

His eyes drifted briefly to the rifle on the floor but he ignored it in favor of trying to tug on his chains once again. "Got a way to get this shit off me before we get busted?"

[fndmrt]

Will forever have rage towards the people who ignored the Egg arc. One of the best things to come out of Dream SMP.

[ask-sad-ghost-piett]

If you are still bound by your lost bet to Motti:

For the kriff, marry, kill Lord Vader, General Veers and Needa

From a Displaced Traveler

Send me three names and “kriff, marry, kill” for an honest answer.

I am unfortunately still bound by my lost bet to Motti, all thanks to that one podracing match.

Kill Needa - I feel terrible saying this because Needa is one of the eight genuinely kindhearted and selfless individuals I have ever met in the Empire. We've been close friends for years. I used to help him run the Imperial Adopt a Tauntaun Refuge Fund back when the charity was in its infancy. However, because of our friendship, I can't imagine kriffing or marrying him. I suppose we would be what the younglings call "bros", if I am using the term correctly.

(Needa says that he takes no offense to me "killing" him in the context of hypothetical childish games, especially since he's already dead.)

Kriff Lord Vader - On a mostly unrelated note, according to ISB data, an estimated 23% of Imperial officers in the Executor have dreamt about this at least once. That's nearly a quarter of us. The point is, it's a common phenomenon and nothing to be ashamed about.

Come to think of it, I'm not sure how the ISB came up with that number.

Marry General Veers - Again, this is true in both a hypothetical and non-hypothetical context. We've been close for many years. Some might even say we were very close in life. In fact, a number of our fellow Imperials believed we were already either romantically involved or married in life based on our interactions, which led to several misunderstandings.

On an unrelated note, I actually quite like the idea of posthumous marriage. I know that some people view marriage as a construct exclusive to the living, but the same could be said of social media. And here I am now.

-Admiral Piett