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georgi-girl · 2 years ago

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GF AU Idea

Here’s an au that’s probably been made already, but I have my own version of it. Partly based on the Feral Ford au and the fanfic Watching Always on ao3.

Stanley doesn’t immediately leave after getting Fords’ postcard. While waiting for him, Ford is possessed by Bill who tries to use his body to activate the portal. Ford wakes up just in time to get sucked inside. Stan arrives to an empty house. After months of searching, Ford is declared dead. Since Stan is literally Ford’s closest living relative, the place goes to him (much to the ire of their dad, who wastes away in a nursing home)

Stan opens the shack, goes on searches to the woods, and finds the machine in the basement. He scraps it for parts and uses the remains to build upgrades for the Shack (he still gets his brand from leaning against the panel). He gets married twice (once to a drag Queen, once to a tree spirit)

Meanwhile, Ford’s time in the portal is a lot less swashbuckling than in canon. He spends many years as a “guest” in Bills’ realm (which is about as awful as you expect) but while there, he learns to hijack the mind scape and see through all the eyes that Bill sees through. That way he sees his family mourn him, he sees Stan mourn him, and he becomes filled with all these tender brotherly feelings that he thought were gone forever. (he may or may not still get a metal plate in his head)

First season goes a lot like it does in canon, with a few changes (particularly in Headhunters, Carpet Diem, and Dreamscapes) but the second season is a total roller coaster, for everybody.

Stan shares Journels 1 and 2 with Dipper, who’s ecstatic to learn he’s related to the mysterious Author and performs all these rituals to try to contact his spirit.

Mabel adopts a more Kosher diet for the sake of her beloved Waddles.

Pacifica gets an official crush on Dipper and tries to ask him out; first by following bad advice given by Gideon, then by following good advice given by Wendy.

Soos and his gf Melody have their own couple’s adventure at the Woodstick Festival.

The Society of the Blind Eye is a somewhat bigger threat.

I don’t know yet how Ford comes back, (maybe MkGucket builds a portal in his sleep) but when he does come back, Stan is utterly wreaked, blubbering that this can’t be happening. Ford strokes his face and says that he (Ford) isn’t the same weak little boy that Stan always had to take care of. And from now on, Ford will be the one taking care of the family.

Fords’ personality often switches between cool survivalist to feral doomsday prepper. When not hunting monsters, he’s bringing home bizarre foods and concocting strange medicines. If you’ve seen Orphan Black and are familiar with the character of Helena, you’ll get a good idea of what he’s like.

And don’t count out the kids. They have some intense storylines too. At one point, Mabel tearfully tells Dipper that she doesn’t want to grow up if it means growing apart from him. Dipper (equally tearful) promises her they will never grow apart.

At some point, Dipper and Mabel’s parents may show up. I have some great headcanons for them.

#gravity falls #au #alternate universe #canon divergence

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petrawood · 7 months ago

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I'm screaming because 1) I LOVE Gallagher and go slightly feral every time I read something about him and 2) I had some disconected pieces of info running around in my head and now I feel like they have clicked together into something somewhat cohesive!

So, I you don't mind, I am taking this post hostage to expand onto what I think could be Gallagher's origin/backstory!

(Because I love talking about him!)

I actually think Gallagher could be one of the Hound Statues! This theory has already been shared a couple of times, but I feel like it ties a bunch of stuff together!

To begin with, Gallagher is actually pretty honest about being a dog, or at the very least extremelly dog-like. He says that he doesn't like chocolate (famously bad for dogs), when talking about Misha he remarks that at his age he was biting everyone (again, like a dog would do as a puppy, or when stressed, considering Gallagher's possible difficult background), he catches a "whiff" out of Sunday and straight-up growling.

He also seems to turn from a dog tackling Misha in reality to the Gallagher persona in the Dreamscaoe during his appearance in the White Night video.

But, why do I think he is a Hound Statue (HS from now on) in particular?

The first very obvious clue is that during his character segment in the 2.1 livestream there are HSs in the background, which might be a not-so-subtle clue to his true nature. This might seem like a thematic element (since he's part of the Bloodhound Family), but after thinking about it there might have been more connections.

HSs are somewhat of an anomaly in Penacony. It seems like most people can't see them, and they banish as soon as you notice them. In the meantime, they stay in several spots of the dreamscape or the dream, with only one of them appearing in reality, inside the Trailblazer's room. When you find them, all of them seem to be surrounded by an unsettling aura before banishing.

The quotes that appear with the HSs are:

"The Hound's glassy eyes emit a sanguine glow, creating an eerie sensation. As you attempt to touch the statue, it suddenly vanishes into thin air" "A cold presence catches your attention. Ir is a statue of a Hound. For a moment, you are startled as the Hound's presence appears less stable. The next moment, it gets consumed by the distorted Memory Zone" "The Hound silently observes you and the burgeoning dreams- even though it is merely a statue. As your eyes meet, the Hound swiftly departs into the depths of the Memory Zone" "The Houn chooses to remain in silence amidts the lively and joyful dream. Upon realizing that you have noticed it, the Hound swiftly vanishes" "Faint traces of unspoken thoughts are discernible in the Hound's gaze- relief, loneliness, and sorrow... but why? Lost in thought, you fail to notice the absence of the grizzled Hound" - Note that this HS is the one that appears in the A Child's Dream zone! The quotes found in that room are the following ones:

(Floating words)???: I will definitely keep it safe. (Floating words)???: I promise you, Mikhail... (Floating words)???: So, you need to keep yourself safe, too... (Floating words)???: This is an origami bird I made for you... Waiting Bird: Chirp! Chirp chirp! Waiting Bird: Chirp...? The red bird jumps out eagerly, but it seems you aren't the person it's waiting for. The bird ruffles its feathers in disappointment and flies away.

Moreover, during the Cosmodyssey event, there is no encounter involving Gallagher (suspicious, since there is an encounter for almost every singke figure in the game), but instead there is one about a HS, in which it is referred as a flesh and bone Dobermann. The encounter is as follows:

A mood strikes you — you wish to experience everyday life in the streets beyond Penacony's hotel. The towering luxury hotel that can always be seen from the narrow, gloomy alleys prevents you from getting lost. Just as you prepare to return to your temporary abode, a taut and dexterous, but aging Doberman dog blocks your path. Its eyes are just as crimson as the patch of tufted fur underneath its jaw. a) Try approaching the Doberman to interact with it. Peppy really likes you, and so does the Doberman. The Doberman does not resist you. Don't wash your clothes — that'll make Peppy jealous when you get back to the space station. The Doberman instantly takes off. The Dobermann seems to know you ain't a threat, and disappears into the winding depths of the alley. The Doberman attempts to intimidate you. The strange Doberman instantly bares its fangs and emits a low growl. b) Observe the situation in case the dog attacks. Don't move unless the enemy does. This Doberman isn't as friendly as Peppy. The Doberman gets closer to you. The Doberman approaches cautiously, sniffs your scent, and then disappears into the alley. The Doberman runs away. The Dobermann seems to know you ain't a threat, and disappears into the winding depths of the alley.

What is interesting about this interaction is that it happens outside of the Hotel, and therefore in reality, so it supports the theory that Gallagher is an actual houns (in this case, a dobermann) outside of the dreams. This doberman is also described simmilarly to how Gallagher presents himself: still strong and cappable, but aging and past his prime.

But how does it all tie into your theory?

I believe the Watchmaker is able to create memes, and that he has been using that ability to show the real story of what happened in Penacony. Gallagher already tells us that Clockie and his companions are drawn from real history, as well as mentioning Hanu, a prisioner that was part of the IPC prision that became Penacony:

But everything has a price, and sweet dreams are no exception. In the end, the dream world was unable to alleviate the suffering of prisoners in reality. One of the prisoners broke free from the IPC's shackles and fought for freedom… Gallagher: …He is Hanu Hanunue, the great leader of Dreamville, the great peacemaker, and the faithful companion of the underdogs. So, the character "Hanu" is based on a real-life person? So that Clockie cartoon is actually a documentary. Gallagher: History is always written by the winners. However, it's undeniable that Clockie is an animation that draws from Penacony's actual history. Gallagher: These characters not only exist in Dreamville but also in the distant past. Once you realize this... you'll understand why we're here.

So, a prisioner that is thematically connected to hounds and that participated in the fight for freedom againts the IPC.

Now, take a look into this part of Gallagher's IV character story:

He reminisces about the golden years when he yearned for freedom despite his captivity. Together, they fought against oppression, entrusting their lives to one another. They dreamed of a free land. They might die any moment, yet acted as if they already held countless wonderful tomorrows within their grasp. However, there were not enough of them to fight back. Familiar friends perished one by one. Ideals crumbled, and atrocities prevailed...

Makes you think, doesn't it?

I believe that the Watchmaker, in an attempt to record his history, created memes with the memories of his companions in them, amongst them Clokie and KO, with the character Hanu and the Doberman/Hound Statue representing Hanunue, making them, in a way, "children" of the Watchmaker.

But, after many years of watching over the people of Penacony as a statue, the Doberman started to take note of their habits, and to create his own "human" identity absorving their traits of the people he observed, using the resulting "person" to "inflitrate" The Family.

That's why the HSs are all over the Dream watching the people before vanishing without being noticed, they are (or it is, it is possible only one that jumps around) a meme that surveys people and taked their traits...

... and Gallagher's character stories are actually the "reports" written by the Hound Statue's surveyance. After all, the HS watches people have dreams...

"The Hound silently observes you and the burgeoning dreams- even though it is merely a statue. As your eyes meet, the Hound swiftly departs into the depths of the Memory Zone" "The Houn chooses to remain in silence amidts the lively and joyful dream. Upon realizing that you have noticed it, the Hound swiftly vanishes"

And Gallagher does too.

"There is only happiness in the sweet dream, which forms its greatest misfortune. These disillusioned individuals in the dream are terrified of The Family chasing them away.

He also talks about observing Woolsey...

Yet such a man won the admiration and respect of the Bloodhound Family members — this is probably related to the scar etched across his face.

... when there is a HS in the Chidren's Dream, where you can find a mission item that you have to hand over to Woolsey, who is located right in front of it.

There are probably more clues, but I haven't investigated enough yet!

I might post this theory another day in Reddit after editing it btw! I hope you don't mind!

So, to sum it up with a TLDR:

I think that the Watchmaker creates memes to preserve the memories/identities of his companions during the prisioner's liberation, and one of those memes is a Hound that shows up as either a normal Dobermann or a Hound Statue all aorund Penacony and the Dreamscape / The Dream. After a while, and probablt after whatever happened with the Watchmaker, that Hound decided to start observing people from the shadows, "absorving" their identities and dreams and memories and traits to form the "person" that is Gallagher, in order to infiltrate The Family and leading to the events in the game.

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hsr spoilers // a video adaptation of my gallagher theories - some new stuff as well as some amendments :3

#honkai star rail #hsr spoilers #2.1 penacony spoilers #gallagher #hsr gallagher #hsr theory #honkai star rail theory

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suplex51 · 5 years ago

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Mere moments beforehand, the late-morning air of Archimedes Ward had been filled with the joyful and triumphant screams of one Travis Touchdown. A sound that had carried such thrill and ecstasy. A sound that a man only makes once — when his truest goal in life is achieved. A sound that would definitely be triggering a few noise complaints towards the police…

If they weren’t already getting calls about the weirdo standing naked on his balcony.

Same person, obviously.

Why was Travis doing all of this? Well, just give it a bit. For once the otaku had finally calmed down, wiped the water from his eyes, and turned to head back inside… Well, he stopped dead in his tracks �� jumped a little back up said tracks, to be more specific — made a strangled cry of surprise, and lit up like an embarrassed tomato.

The fond memory paused, and the incredibly awkward plot could begin.

“... H-How long have you been there?”

@ingoldentent

#ingoldentent #Battler 2 #Isola event #IR Dreamscape #((hehehehe... he sees him naked))

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envymachine · 5 years ago

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@cephalone

Darrell tried to open his eye, but the darkness didn’t lift. He couldn’t pick himself off the... the ground? He couldn’t actually tell what he was on top of-- his sense of touch was gone, save for a dim awareness in one hand. Or, he considered as his mind drifted into lavender fog, was it that he’d never had any more than that? Yes, that seemed like the case, he only had the one hand-- and no eyelids on his camera, either. That was normal.

He spent a lot of his time in the dark. Dad spent a lot of time with him, of course, but with attending to his grown-up work stuff, eating, sleeping-- that still left more than half of the 24-hour day for Darrell to spend alone. He’d tried shutting Darrell down during these quiet periods, but found it not worth the time he had to spend calming the AI back down to state where he was ready for the day. So, his dad’s new plan was to cart the machines to different rooms and give them a dark, silent experience that was more like sleep and less like temporary death.

The door cracking open and the light in the room being switched on made him metaphorically light up with excitement-- not that he could indicate this in any visual way. All that would be seen was a twitching of his hand and the humming of electronics springing to activity.

“Daddy!?” Darrell called with the enthusiasm of an abandoned puppy. As if anyone else would ever come in through that door.

#BABY TIME #anyway i hope this is okay #isola rp #ir dreamscape #cephalone #ordis 02

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ratbound · 5 years ago

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@snaketraits || mini-event: [ dreamscape ] ||

– You look just a little bit younger, maybe a little bit thinner than you are now, arms too small in shirts without sleeves. You’re covered in dirt, just an absolute mess of a human being as you plant things in your secret base. It’s a good memory. One that feels so long ago, buried under the many sweet memories to come. You didn’t know just how bright your world was going to be then, and it shows. There’s a light absent from your eyes through most of the process, and you were still intent on wearing gloves, not getting your hands dirty.

You watch yourself for a few moments, hearing a footstep nearby. Your eyes widen as you notice Ayame coming through the tiny path to the base, and freeze only to relax a few moments later. Well. You suppose it doesn’t really matter if he knows where this version of it is, anymore.

“Ah. I wondered how long I’d be here by myself,” you don’t mean the pun, really. But you are, quite literally, by yourself. Your brother is usually unflappable, but you still try to gauge if he’s even perturbed by this.

“Is this the first shared dream you’ve been in, or do you need me to explain what’s happening?”

#snaketraits #ayame 003 #ir dreamscape #i hope this is alright!!

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reginrokkr · 9 months ago

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Caelus' struggles with negative emotions not dissimilar to what would've drowned Dáinsleif into becomes a warning that this place is unsafe. If there is one thing he has learned in past experiences dealing with the Abyss is that this dark energy magnifies the negative and at worse, distorts one's senses into pseudo-reality that becomes the truth to that person. In this case, a person whose only fault is to feel too much and too intensely, or rather staying true to his sentiments until personal growth makes itself manifest and he learns that one can stay true to one's feelings in a more cautious manner.

For prudence isn't a means to clip one's own wings, but to act as a necessary warning that there will always be appropriate timings and places to display one's emotions without filters. Neither this dreamscape nor timing are adequate.

◜Caelus. Close your eyes.◞ Tranquil and deep as his voice always presents itself, his words cease to pose suggestions or offer kind advices. This is a command to take at heart, and so Dáinsleif expects it to be for the silver-haired's present wellbeing. In discarding one of the senses that act as an opening to absorb the negative of this place, whatever entity that is watching them will have less ways to reach out to him. ◜Think carefully what your answer will be to thus: You know that this contraption could be key to our investigation for our way out as well as we could go away empty-handed. Then, why does it provoke such ire in yourself?◞

His intention with this question is none other than for Caelus to come to the realization that perhaps this ire of his isn't his own, or at least not in this magnitude. That there is an external influence that causes him to be so irritated. Thus icy sapphires turn towards the mechanism that continues to play the bizarre tape and, with one calculated kick, the tape is ejected. As if that item was the very core of the device, the strange clock-shaped contraption fades to nothingness, leaving naught but that tape on the floor. One less source of fury.

If Dáinsleif wanted to cut to the chase, he could've imbued the silver-haired with aetherial flames at once and hopefully he would bring him back to a neutral state, at least. Nevertheless, chances are that he may see himself in another situation such as this as he'd already been in the past according to his tales— what use would it be to solve his present issues in a click of his fingers if he won't know how to get out from this state in the future?

◜Fury exacerbates one's heartbeat and breathing. Slow breaths, focus on its sounds instead of the entity's voice.◞ He himself followed this principle, but it is also true that he counts with a vast experience in calming himself down when the corruption was hitting him at its most merciless form. ◜You warned me of this kind of entities to exercise caution, and so I must remind your own words in kind: these wills feed off your negative feelings. The more infuriated you become, the more access you give to them to do with you as they please. In this case, what must you do in order to not let them have their way into you?◞

A brief pause follows thereafter, to allow him to think the answer for himself and put it into practise— to be one way closer to emerge from that madness. ◜Despite proclaiming that you lack experience in these planes, you are more sentient than you give yourself credit for. Filter the dark voices you hear and feel your surroundings. Can you hear it? There is someone else's voice, humming a song.◞ Dáinsleif hums briefly the song, sufficient to guide Caelus into focusing into that but not enough to finish it himself, so he may chase after it and find the song's end on his own. Replace the rush of emotions that turn into obscure for the serenity of another source.

Ultimately, Twilight Sword rises his hand to the other's chest without touching him directly, sapphire flames bathe his hand at his silent command and rush to the other's core. Purification for good measure, a guiding light for the lost in the darkness. Hard as it may be to come out of this maze of hysteria on his own, a luminescent thread will suffice to follow the right path for him to walk into a stage of calmness or, at least, neutrality for a clearer mind. Once his judgement decides that he imbued Caelus with enough aether does Dáinsleif retract his hand and turn to pick the tape up. If he happens to encounter this world in reality, he will make sure to give investigate it thoroughly.

◜How are you feeling?◞

Now he receives the warnings, he gets that, understands at least on the level that a better life will be carried if it's genuinely taken.

That doesn't change what transpires after the helplessly sparking automaton finds itself repaired. (The idle detail of their way of repair work is tucked away unconsciously.) What manages to take the frontal current of his mind is this indescribable sensation. As if there was an alien emotion that made its successful latch the longer he perceives this robot. That stupid ass, agonizing annoying grin that it managed to preserve!

Wasn't that bastard supposed to be finished? Wasn't his stupid, prankster face supposed to be engraved at the plaza like a tombstone?

"....?" Blinking once, twice, the emotion that filtered through his being was sparsely translated. The initial confusion upon Caelus's countenance grew increasingly grim. His jaw grows stressed from the force that he begins to clench it, leading to a glow, golden and unnatural to begin hinting at this innate ferocity that was irritably floating through his stream of thought.

Suddenly, an inexplicably rage overwhelms you.

"This useless piece of fucking--" The words felt as if they were visibly distorted, as if the very words brandished a different brand of life, his own voice being used as a medium. The alarming awareness of the matter both surprises and immediately draws concern to him. It felt as if there were chains bursting from any surface of this area as the morbid tale continued on. Trying to reach around him, to pinch hooks into his flesh, to dig some unseen gaze into the core of his unconscious mind.

This is what led to the aura of his power to abruptly heighten, to immediately wash across the surroundings like a violent, forceful weight that intends to crush primarily this damn robot into dust. Its figure whines in discontent as hints of a tape unveil itself, though it doesn't stop retelling a harrowing scene. Enough awareness was exercised to keep Dainsleif out of the conjured dominion, and it's the thought that he wasn't alone that enacts that sense of awareness. The Trailblazer was a lively one, they loved the lively, to be the very source that could rend their flesh apart, to let the blood on themselves or each other spill..!

"Shoot.. something's off.." Caelus immediately admits as he reaches forth, grasping at his head as a piercing, whining pain tore through his senses. Stumbling back, static images of not just the automaton, but the animated clock found itself scratching into another unknown figure, one clocked as a silhouette within a distant dream.

Steam found itself spilling from his mouth while the feverish heat violently amplified within his skull. His strength felt like it was being siphoned in.. some way? It couldn't be entirely discerned as it was. So the attempt was to harness a better grip upon his focus, as shaky as it may currently be.

All of these violent images, of a falsified lead allowing the indulgent to serve as lambs to the slaughterhouse tucked in the dream's deepest folds. A building that lives and names etched into the annals of mystery all the same.

"I'm gettin' what you meant earlier on this.. Can I get a bit of a hand?!"

#astrxl-finale #◟༺✧༻◞ chasing luminous river of stars ┊noctilucent crossroads.┊#oh look #guess what he found to blackmail with #so he can have a way in P.enacony djfhjg #it wouldn't be Dain if he didn't take advantage of these

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hellslight-blog1 · 5 years ago

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{ ♕ D r e a m s c a p e ☽ }

with @rauubtier

– You had fallen asleep under a tree somewhere in the middle of nowhere, occasionally finding solace in the wild. However, when you open your eyes again, the scene before you is quite familiar. Walls of white stretch upwards, sloping into multiple curves and points into dizzying patterns. In the candlelight, flecks of gold glitter above shimmer like constellations. Patterns of swirls and snakes decorate the walls while tapestries of green and gold half hang across pointed fairytale windows. It’s your room.

“Mama? Why aren’t there any other kids to play with here?” you hear a high, almost squeaking voice say. You turn, and you notice a small version of you nestled on a small plush bed, sleepy-eyed and yet, so loud. Seeing yourself isn’t what causes your jaw to drop. It’s the image of her. Of your mother. The clearest you’ve been able to remember her face in years. Her features are ovular, much like yours, hair billowing and dark as night. Her brown eyes have a fire in them yours lack, though they too, look quite tired.

Before your mother speaks, however, you feel a presence on the bench beside you, and a weight on your shoulder. Wolf. What in the hell is she doing here? And what are you doing here? Oh no. No. Mortals cannot be here. Regardless of how much you wish to stay, you need to get her to the surface. You give her a tiny shake.

“Lady Wolf? Are you alright? Does it... feel hard to breathe at all?”

#rauubtier #wolf 008 #ir dreamscape #welcome to limbo

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stormswake · 5 years ago

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@latrocinari

He recognizes this yard. He recognizes himself, though it takes him a moment. His double lacks the subtle sharpness to his face that came to him with age, clearly no more than a teen. He moves less purposefully. His eyes don’t pierce -- they simply stare impassively as he hangs up the laundry to dry.

Yuan hears a door creak behind him, and he turns to look at the same time as his younger self. A man with dark, shaggy hair steps out from the mansion, and Yuan’s mouth thins. The man strides across the yard to stop by the young half-elf’s side, a frown settling on his face.

“Still not done?”

In his mind, Yuan answers, if I was, I wouldn’t be standing here. But his younger self merely says, “Not yet.”

“Well, what the hell is taking so long? You asked for this job.”

I’m thinking about something. I don’t know what it is, but it’s important.

The teen doesn’t answer, letting his hands drop to his sides as he finishes pinning up a shirt.

The man’s eyes narrow at the silence he receives. “When I ask a question, you’d bette--”

The teen abruptly shoves him in the chest, and a blinding light explodes from the contact.

He doesn’t even wait for the body to hit the ground before bolting.

Slowly, Yuan approaches the man, whose last shocked expression is still frozen on his face as smoke curls from the charred hand prints on his shirt.

#latrocinari #zero oo6 #ir dreamscape #fun times!

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reversedpsync · 2 years ago

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@aibal

The first thing Ryuki noticed when he came to was the feeling of eyes on him- he was disoriented, a bit groggy.. had he been... dreaming? Or perhaps he still was... he didn’t even have time to really think about it, though- people were talking at him, all the crew members behind the cameras laughing at something... it took him longer than it maybe should’ve to remember where he even was- Studio Dvaita. That was right, because he’d agreed (or been forced, more accurately put) to go on that quiz show thing.

Shaking his head, Ryuki attempted to put his mind back onto the quiz show, brushing off the concerns of the people around him with a quick smile. Sure, it was embarrassing to have fallen asleep during a livestream, but he was fine. And besides, it wasn’t like anything was going to happen-

...a blackout? And what was that...

The lights came back on quickly, but things only got more chaotic- the sound of a scream rang in his ears as he leapt from his seat, the sight of half a corpse on the ground drawing the attention of everyone in the room. A part of his mind noted that there was someone extra there, though- since when had Aiba been in the room?

“Wh...What in the world?”

#aibal #; ɴᴇᴡ ɪɴᴠᴇsᴛɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ // [ IC ]#// AIBA 02 #// IR EVENT: DREAMSCAPE #here you go aiba this time it Can be a somnium /j #welcome to the first 20 minutes of your sequel game #[ryuki vc] idk i still think this is probably better than the cyclops case

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tersanctusordo · 2 months ago

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After the Charmony Festival and what transpired within it--one would think that the progenitor of the Watchmaker's Legacy would be among those who have earned his ire--but the truth was far more nuanced then that. It would be more fitting to say that Sunday held a begrudging respect for the Trailblazer instead, albeit with some complicated emotions alongside it.

To stand against the will of an Aeon is no small achievement, but the feeling of THEIR gaze of Harmony turning from him to her did still sting bitterly, like a thorn in his shoe he can't seem to rid himself of. What made her worthy of those gazes--SEVERAL, even--and why?

Such burning questions would have to wait for now. When news of the prison break got out, the Family was quick to inform him that he may begin to 'repent' for his 'many sins' by assisting with locking down Sunrise Mansion. From what he remembered of it, it was a most ancient place where unspeakable horrors were conducted...

Did the Family hope he would lose what little was left of his sanity within its' walls? Not even the guards he was usually sent out into the dreamscape with were willing to come with him, though they informed him that they would be waiting for his return. ("If the guy even gets out of that place," he catches, stray thoughts not at all out of earshot.)

"Most certainly the Dreamjolt Troupe, in some capacity." The Halovian sighs. "Perhaps a few convicts who have yet to escape the winding halls. From what I remember, the Family had conducted experiments in the depths of this mansion--though I don't know the exact nature or purpose of them, or the results of such sinful taboos. We are here to either send them back from whence they came or eradicate them entirely. We can't have such disharmony running amok out in the Dreamscape--surely you and I can agree on that much, no?"

His hands curl around the handles of large, wooden doors, creaking it open with a loud squeak. He holds it open for Stelle, expression forming to one of faux politeness.

"Please. After you, Miss Stelle. I am not a fighter suited for the frontlines--between both of us, you are far more suited to that role."

WC: 381 @stelle-ron

(𝔼𝕍𝔼ℕ𝕋) 𝕌𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕔𝕖

──── ✧《✩》✧ ──── Slowly but surely, Stelle became more familiar with her surroundings and what was at stake. Despite the 'deaths' in Penacony actually being Dormancy and the 'dead' being brought to an untouched dreamscape, Sunday was eager to keep the Stellaron that was hidden in plain sight as the Grand Theatre. The exact outcome of that fight was blurry, as if her mind was shrouded in a thick mist. But, she was getting closer to finding the answer. She was sure of it. Checking her phone, she noticed a few announcements notifying the dreamers of special events and warnings. Bubble extorsions, rumors, new advertisements for luxury sweets and wears—one ad specifically caught her eye: a prison break. Where there's trouble, trailblazers follow in hot pursuit. Even if she didn't have her bat, she should be able to find something that works when she gets there. Or, maybe the Family might be generous enough to give it back to her, just for the duration of the mission. ... Stelle ensured she was in the right spot, checking the post multiple times as she reached the mansion. The trailblazer definitely expected to find some company, but didn't expect the head of the Oak Family himself to be there. It was tempting to pounce on him like a raccoon out of sheer anger and frustration, but did she really need to be thrown in jail for assault? Sighing and stifling her disgust for Sunday, she crossed her arms. She was ready to get down to business. "So, what exactly does the Family want volunteers to do anyway? What type of monsters are we dealing with specifically?" ( @tersanctusordo )

#♰ 𝒯𝑅𝒜𝐼𝐿𝐵𝐿𝒜𝒵𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝒮𝒯𝒜𝑅 // 𝒮𝒯𝐸𝐿𝐿𝐸 #♰ 𝒜 𝒲𝒜𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝒟𝑅𝐸𝒜𝑀 // 𝐼𝒞 #stelle-ron #((u love to hate him))

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