#pre1ude

[korinthiakos]

If nightmare why dreamy

"Because I'm deceptive, dear. But you should take that up with the manager."

[s1nclairs]

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[rhpsdys]

the second saturday morning of every month is spent in the crowded greenroom of a small recital hall, jammed in with half a dozen or so other kids. though all are theoretically as talented as you, each of you is engrained with a competitive streak, && it's blindingly clear who is going to make it as a professional, && who isn't.

even at the ripe old age of seventeen.

it's become something of a ritual for you both — you && danny — to sit out in the hall until it's time to go onstage, prepping the other for performance in the way only you know how. you stay there until the stage manager, looking cross as ever, pokes their head through the doorway and calls out you're on deck! then you both stand, && walk out together: one to play, the other to accompany.

usually, you just warm up or talk through the repertoire one final time — or sit quietly in each other's calming presence. he's the one to break the silence first, && you look up from your methodical tuning mid-way through, brow furrowed.

" we’re friends, right? are we friends? " ( @pre1ude )

it's an odd question, but you have an odd relationship. still, you don't hesitate to answer, even if the reply is less than definitive. "i think so."

after all, what else would you call this? almost ten years worth of saturday mornings, && even if you've shared very little of your lives outside these halls, that has to count for something, right?

so you go on, voicing the other concern that's been on your mind for the last couple of weeks. "...i got accepted, by the way. to continue with my bfa here next year." you look back down at the instrument in your hands, && from the expression on your face, one might think you'd never held a violin in your life. your fingers tighten around the neck. "...no more pre-college...! what are you doing next year?" a small laugh, almost self-deprecating. "it'll be weird, not having you here."

CRITICAL ROLL.

[vullcanica]

Daniel Perkins. The sonomancer.

Introducing Danny from my other blog @pre1ude , resident wunderkind born with a peculiar ability to control sound, yet unfortunately raised under the iron fist of his mother to be more weapon than creator. He's nevertheless coming into his own after two decades and then some of tyranny, but, well.. better late than never. Dogged loyalty is hard to break sometimes - both a curse and blessing. Come spook the uptight nerd. 💕

His info can be found here!

[pessimisticsarc]

WHICH "-CORE" AESTHETIC ARE YOU?

Piratecore

*points at you* gay! you're gay! Your personal motto is "be gay, do crime," and you're always, ALWAYS ready to eat the rich. You dream of finding a lover you can homoerotically swordfight with, and with whom you'll overthrow the government later that day. Until you find your equally chaotic soulmate, you'll do as much mayhem as possible on your own.

Tagging: @astremourante @arkhampsych @bouquetofasphcdels (Jean) @seeasunset @farginen @pre1ude and you, reading this.

[softprelude]

sorry for the absence folks, here's this blog, remade on here: @pre1ude

i'll be a while w/ doing graphics and carrds for his main verse, but i'm going to be continuing all of his previous established stranger things stuff on there, transferring any threads, storylines and so on <333

[gareththegreat]

         oh, the argument was fizzling out. he was running out of things to say to back him up. this cannot be happening. “you want me so bad you look stupid,” ah yes, old faithful. certainly this will make him the win the argument. // @pre1ude​

[korinthiakos]

@pre1ude has sent this in: A warm, untenable hand brushes the hair at his nape. Gently, as acknowledgement, though Day's presence certainly needs no announcing. The dim room goes spotlight-bright the moment he steps into Corinthian's dream. Illuminating the horrors therein. Everything sharpens to the point of obscenity, ugly and visceral without shadows to hide the bloody crevices. He can see the poor dead man's brain through his eye sockets. Corinth's spared no force to get his trophies, a frenzy fitting for the first kill. Day comes up behind him now to take it all in with heavy disappointment, voice soft just by his shoulder. "Is it everything you'd hoped for?" (dream Day for the touch prompt) | Touch my muse. Be descriptive or simple, tender or violent, fond or hateful— Anything goes. ( accepting !! )

Dreaming was a luxury few could afford. You're not allowed to sleep and dream in the Dreaming; it meant extra work for the rest of them. But the Corinthian could keep his dreaming to a minimum. It was focused around the current area that Corinthian resides in. In his so-called dream, the Corinthian laid in bed, a body slumped over at the end of the bed. But something has changed, and the Corinthian felt aware of it. There's a sweet level of warmth, and soon it was bright. Even darkness could not hide away from something this shining light. A shiver involuntarily ran down him as something-- no, someone touched his hair.

The nightmare moves, harshly yanking himself away, separating himself from the other. But there's no escaping the bright light. The darkness was gone. Horror revealed. The splattering of blood running across the walls—— an addition to the guy's ugly wallpaper. But it's also an art form focused on the refined techniques of the Corinthian's uses of his knives. Is it everything you'd hoped for? "Fuck off." Was his first response, unamused with the disappointment. It's a reminder and he hated reminders of such stupid disappointment.

"What are you doing here? And yes, yes it is everything I've hoped for."

[rhpsdys]

WHAT IS IT YOU WANT FROM LOVE?

a home

picture this: you turn over and realize they’re half-awake too. they pull you back under the blanket they stole during the night and wrap their arms around you. as you drift back to sleep you realize you couldn’t love a person more if you tried. they’re the safe space you go to when you’re anxious, the person where unabashed honesty doesn’t feel terrifying but something you’re grateful for. it took a long time and even though you never thought you’d be able to say this, you finally feel at home. at home in the same way you do when you look at the moon, and it’s all you’ve ever wanted from life.

tagged by: @pre1ude (thank u ily) tagging: @closedcoffins (for claire && one other of your choosing), @c4rdsharp, @zeveth, @femtaile, @choicescreen (whoever you'd like!), @jfouler, @lunaeclipsis (grog), && you!

[pessimisticsarc]

GET TO KNOW THE AUTHOR

NAME: Hart

PRONOUNS: She/her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: Tumblr IMs, but I am very slow at responding. I am faster at sending comments on posts.

NAME OF YOUR MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S): Rust Cohle, my one and only!

EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS/YEARS?): I have been roleplaying since mid-2010, so that would be 12/13 years. Jesus Christ.

PLATFORMS YOU'VE USED: Tumblr, Discord, one-time on Facebook

BEST EXPERIENCE: I've had multiple, but this is the best experience I've had in the 2020s. I love all my partners/partners-to-be!

RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: Double/triple spacing on replies because it's really hard to read, 10x10 icons for the same reason, general drama, and disregard for others' rules. I also think it's stupid when people expect you not to talk so much about your character when this is a RP blog for them, and of course, you're going to talk about them.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT: All three hold a special place in my heart, smut's just the one I have a really hard time writing (in detail because I can plot it just fine). It's hard to choose between the three because they're all part of the roleplay experience, and I like them all.

PLOTS OR MEMES: Both, but I have periods where my OOC communication is lacking, so memes are an excellent way to get us started, as it really helps develop character dynamics.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Medium, but I can go either way. I prefer medium because I can do it faster.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: After dinner, with a show in the background. That's the best time for me to write, especially by hand.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: Oh lord, I hope not — Nah, just kidding, I think we are similar in the way we view the world and how we are slowly believing more in humanity each day, and have a hard time keeping friendships or relationships because of the way we are. We're stupid but loveable.

Tagging: @bouquetofasphcdels @akuzeisms @astremourante @farginen @stovthearted @splatteredfingers @whcwashe @comicbookcreature @pre1ude @givcns and you, reading this.

[korinthiakos]

@pre1ude has sent this in: ‘ come on! ‘    [he still hates the waking... but he just saw an opera ad] | Send me    ‘ come on! ‘    for my muse’s reaction to yours grabbing their arm and excitedly pulling them along. ( accepting !! )

"——The fuck?" To be suddenly yanked without a warning, the only thing they hear is a: Come on, from Day himself. They got pulled along and noticed something on the wall. An Opera House ad. "I am not seein' Opera! You can forget about it. Plus I thought you hated this shit."

[korinthiakos]

@pre1ude has sent this in: Nightmare gets a kith for that ✨️💗 “that was better than i thought it would be.”| ˗ˏˋdialogue : kissingˎˊ˗ ( accepting !! )

"You'll get more of those if you stay here with me. Forget about the Dreaming. Forget about all of that. Be selfish." They say and lean in to kiss his lips again. To seal the deal. ( Or they can hope. )

[korinthiakos]

@pre1ude has sent this in: “you can kiss my ass.” | ˗ˏˋdialogue : kissingˎˊ˗ ( accepting !! )

"Please don't limit me to just kissing your ass, because I can eat it as well." A grin is spreading on their lips, and their voice drawls out, accent heavy.