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@somninanis
SOMNINANIS to die, to sleep: perchance, to dream.
An independent, selective, private multi-muse rp blog for a variety of muses of unorthodox origins. Exclusively 18+ / follows back from corlacus. PERSONALS BLOCKED ON SIGHT.
Pusher Trilogy, Copenhagen Cowboy, Hitman, and more... full muse list + links to bios in carrd + read more. Watched over by Eddie. 23, he/it, gmt+8
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π!!
GLUBSK
A plot set in your modern verse. Glubsk's painting was among one of the many assets the cult had, and believe to be one of the sources of the prophetic abilities. During her escape, she discovers that Glubsk is as unwilling to take any part of it as she is, so they run away together.
A plot set in your Cyberpunk verse, in which Glubsk is an AI that she makes contact with. Tied to Glubsk is practically a reverse relic, in which Glubsk only serves as the empty space for an engram to take root in when copied over. Sabina can offer to help stop that from happening, or she could use that to her advantage and practically turn Glubsk into whatever she finds the most useful.
COURIER SIX
A plot set in your modern verse, where Six is hired by the cult to track down Sabina without knowing why (she just thinks she's a runaway family member, or that she may be lost). Once they meet, she learns of what Sabina was running from.
A plot set in your BG3 verse. Six was one of the victims of the nautiloid, but has no memory of who she was and tags along hoping to find out eventually. It turns out that Six was once a rogue, banned from many wizard-centric cities, for stealing magical artifacts and selling them off. Sabina may or may not be aware of this.
-> send in "π" or "oc list" and i'll come up with a list of potential interactions or plot ideas i can see between your (original/canon) character(s) and my oc(s)!
questions only sentence starters
if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for .
who . . .
β Who are you? β
β Who do you serve? β
β Who taught you that? β
β Whoβs really in control here? β
β Who are you running from? β
β Who did this to you? β
β Whoβs coming for us? β
β Who do you think I am? β
β Who else knows about this? β
β Who are you trying to protect? β
what . . .
β What are you? β
β What do you want from me? β
β What are you hiding? β
β What were you planning to do? β
β What just happened? β
β What did you see back there? β
β What did you promise them? β
β What happens if I donβt let you go? β
β What are the rules Iβm not supposed to break? β
β What happens after the portal closes? β
where . . .
β Where did you come from? β
β Where are we? β
β Where are you going? β
β Where were you when it happened? β
β Where does this path lead? β
β Where did you get that scar? β
β Where is everyone else? β
β Where should I stand? β
β Where did you put the body? β
β Where were you hiding all this time? β
when . . .
β When did this start? β
β When were you going to tell me? β
β When was the last time you felt safe? β
β When do we leave? β
β When did you stop trusting me? β
β When does this end? β
β When did you realise the truth? β
β When do things go wrong? β
β When did you choose this path? β
β When will you look at me and be honest? β
how . . .
β How long have you been watching me? β
β How did you survive? β
β How much do you remember? β
β How are you this calm right now? β
β How bad is it? β
β How did you know my name? β
β How far are you willing to go? β
β How many lies have you told me? β
β How do you live with this? β
β How are we supposed to fix this? β
are . . .
β Are you human? β
β Are you okay? β
β Are you lying to me right now? β
β Are you scared? β
β Are you tired? β
β Are you hiding something? β
β Are you bound by oath or by magic? β
β Are you trying to start a fight? β
β Are you always this dramatic? β
β Are you going to explain or just stare? β
do . . .
β Do you trust me? β
β Do you remember your name? β
β Do you remember me? β
β Do you miss them? β
β Do you always talk this much? β
β Do you have any idea what you just did? β
β Do you ever sleep? β
β Do you want me to stay? β
β Do you think Iβm stupid? β
β Do you believe in fate? β
have . . .
β Have you eaten yet? β
β Have we met before? β
β Have you been here long? β
β Have you done this before? β
β Have you ever killed someone? β
β Have you been lying to me? β
β Have you lost anyone? β
β Have you forgiven yourself? β
β Have you always been like this? β
β Have you already chosen a side? β
is . . .
β Is this place real? β
β Is something bothering you? β
β Is that weapon even legal here? β
β Is this your idea of a joke? β
β Is this your way of flirting? β
β Is someone watching us? β
β Is it supposed to hurt like this? β
β Is there a way out? β
β Is this what you wanted? β
β Is it too late to turn back? β
can . . .
β Can I ask you a weird question? β
β Can you hear that? β
β Can I trust you? β
β Can you keep a secret? β
β Can we slow down? β
β Can you help me bury a body? β
β Can you look at me? β
β Can we talk about what happened? β
β Can you stop pretending? β
β Can you promise me something? β
will . . .
β Will you stay with me? β
β Will you tell me the truth? β
β Will this ever end? β
β Will you protect me? β
β Will they come back for us? β
β Will you remember me? β
β Will you choose a side? β
β Will you regret this? β
β Will you still look at me the same way? β
β Will you stop me if Iβm wrong? β
should . . .
β Should I be worried? β
β Should we be running? β
β Should I follow you? β
β Should I be afraid of you? β
β Should we pretend this never happened? β
β Should I stay or go? β
β Should I believe you? β
β Should I be honest with you? β
β Should we trust them? β
β Should I have come here? β
would . . .
β Would you do it again? β
β Would you lie to protect me? β
β Would this have been different if I had stayed? β
β Would you really let me die? β
β Would you have saved them instead? β
β Would you still care if you knew the truth? β
β Would you leave if I asked? β
β Would this hurt less if I understood? β
β Would you forgive me? β
β Would you choose me this time? β
could . . .
β Could you survive without me? β
β Could this world exist without you? β
β Could this get any worse? β
β Could you teach me how to do that? β
β Could you be wrong? β
β Could you be lying to yourself? β
β Could you forgive them? β
β Could this be a trap? β
β Could you handle the truth if I told you? β
β Could you live with the consequences? β
ππππ ππ ππππ πππ*
Writing / roleplay prompts based on quotes collected from the script of the movie Wake Up Dead Man (2025).
β So you're a fighter then? β
β In my previous life yes I was a boxer, I lived on the streets and did some other things. β
β I don't believe that. β
β Start fighting wolves, and before you know it, everyone you don't understand is a wolf. β
β You give me one more shot, I promise I'll do that. β
β I let you down, and whatever the disciplinary council decides, I understand. β
β Between us, I think he's a real son of a bitch. β
β You are welcome here. β
β I have envied the power of great men. Envied their influence. β
β Sheβs my angel on earth. β
β I've been meaning to install a security camera anyway. β
β I'll do it. I'm handy. β
β I suppose you could make yourself useful. β
β Ok ... so what's the deal with that? β
β She was an angry, spiteful woman. β
β We must protect our loved ones from its corrupting influence at all costs. β
β As months passed, I realized the darkness of that story, it was in the bedrock of this place. β
β Is it nice having him back? β
β My dad valued loyalty, so I've always valued that too. β
β I've given up a lot to be loyal. β
β It's hard, connecting with people in a genuine way. β
β People are just numb these days. β
β Maybe if you get back to fundamentals, basic building blocks of how to genuinely inspire people. β
β What inspires you? β
β Nobody has a sense of humor anymore, that's the problem. β
β To take someone's faith and exploit it for money. It's the ultimate evil, don't you think it is? β
β I feel protected, safe. β
β Feels like we could take on the whole world. β
β I've found the value of new people coming into my life is they can see walls that maybe sprouted up in my heart that I'm not even aware of. β
β I built up so many walls of anger, addiction, violence, so no one could touch this guilty wound I had. β
β Why haven't you told him? β
β This feels kinda weird. β
β I can handle whatever this is. β
β Right now, you're angry. You should be. β
β Anger lets us fight back. Take back the ground we lost. β
β I had hatred and rage in my heart that I had never felt before. β
β I didn't even try to sleep. β
β So how's all this make you feel? β
β The architecture interests me. I feel the grandeur. β
β You're being honest, it's good. β
β Telling the truth can be a bitter herb. β
β You can always be honest by not saying the un-honest part. β
β I guess the question is, do these stories convince us of a lie, or do they resonate with something inside us that's profoundly true? β
β Without that purpose, I'm frightened. I don't know how I'm going to live. β
β She thinks I did it. β
β Everyone thinks I did it. I didn't do it. β
β Will you let me help you? β
β What I see is not a guilty man in torment, but an innocent man tormented by guilt. β
β This was dressed as a miracle, but it's just a murder. I solve murders. β
β Yeah I've changed my mind I don't think I should be here β β
β Look there, not the mythologized monster in your mind, but flesh and blood β
β It's cruel and legally very, very shady. β
β I've been expecting this. β
β How are you holding up? β
β I haven't slept in thirty six hours. β
β Believe me, I'm happy you're here. β
β When you showed up, I made a false assumption. β
β It thumbs its nose at reason, it desecrates the bedrock of my soul. β
β I stole it. Arrest me. β
β You should go home and rest. β
β Can I do anything for you? β
β Leave. No one wants you here anymore. β
β I think you should get some sleep. β
β I'll drive you back. β
β Ok you're freaking me out now. β
β Would you do something for me? β
β Why did you do it? β
β Why. Why protect him? β
β It was just an impulse. β
β Yes. You see what's at stake. β
β They're trying to ruin me. β
β You see the enemy we're up against. β
β Always the true threat comes from within. β
β May I have a moment? β
β The hour approaches. The hour I have warned you about. β
β You look like you work here. β
β Don't flatter yourself. β
β Shut your dusty dick-hole. β
β Keep your mouth shut you little shit weasel. β
β I've been thinking about what her life must have been like. β
β Who was the mother? β
β And there I was, the loyal little idiot. β
β He is my heir, my son, and now the world is going to know it. β
β That's so condescending. β
β You are a dangerous man. β
β I promised you nothing. β
β Why are you doing this? I don't understandβwhy? β
β You can't follow my path. β
β Together we can build a real empire, as father and son. β
β Like ... in Star Wars? β
β We fought last time we talked. β
β You're not alone. I'm right here. β
β I don't know the whole picture. Not yet. β
β Oh god. What the hell happened? β
β It's ok, my love, it's all ok. β
β It's not great quality, but ... what am I looking at here? β
β I did it, I killed him. β
β I need to see. Please. I need to see. β
β This might be unpleasant. β
β I have to do this, and I have to do it of my own free will or it won't mean anything. Don't stop me. β
β Okay. Now. What really happened? β
β I told myself it started with pure intent. β
β He didn't trust her like he trusted me. β
β Her dark life of desperation, a prisoner of shame and judgment, it was her one way out. β
β I know where he hid it. β
β Where is it!? You little shit, tell me! β
β My one purpose, and I had failed. β
β It all went according to plan. β
β I knew it was a terrible thing I had done. But I believed in what it would accomplish. β
β Anything for you, my angel. β
β How did it go so wrong? β
β I understood why he did it. β
β This I did with hatred in my heart. β
β You're really good at this. β
β Don't press your luck, son. β
( Β Β * Β Β BARE BONES.
a selection of headcanon questions inspired by key bones in the human body.
skull.Β Β what memories/thoughts do they guard the most from others ?
cheekbone. what makes them smile ?
mandible / jawbone. what are they incapable of saying out loud ?
teeth. what lasting mark do they leave on others ?
hyoid / neck. who taught them to speak up, or stay silent ?
clavicle / collarbone. who/what do they lean on when they're vulnerable ?
scapula / shoulderblade. what burden do they carry on their back ?
sternum. what makes their heart pound hardest ?
ribcage. who/what are they trying to protect ?
humerus. do they use humour as a shield or a weapon ? what from/to ?
radius. who/what do they reach for first in a crisis ?
ulna. who stands by them no matter what ?
carpals. what small habits do they have ?
metacarpals. do they ask for help or clench their fists and bear it ?
phalanges. what is their relationship with touch ?
spine. when do they lose their backbone, what scares them ?
pelvis. what future or legacy are they afraid/excited to be responsible for ?
sacrum. what sacrifices have they made ?
coccyx / tailbone. what outdated beliefs do they still carry, if any ?
femur. what drives them forward ?
patella / kneecap. how compliant/obedient are they, who will they kneel for ?
tibia. who/what keeps them moving forward ?
fibula. do they ever feel overlooked ?
tarsals. what past mistakes stick with them with every step they take ?
metatarsals. if they could disappear for a day, where would they run ?
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Got back home from that light show at trx (that got delayed by a whole ass hour) and I desperately want to write but the thing is I have too many things I want to write
What's with the face? - clef to JΓΈrgen
THEIR HEAD TILTS, just the slightest bit, curious and observing. Hands folded over their lap, JΓΈrgen looks over slowly. They've been quiet the whole time, paying attention to the demonstration. Is that not usual (and proper) behaviour for the trainees? They thought they'd gotten pretty good at playing human all of these years. "What face?"
It looked like they'd been frowning the entire time, stoic and unmoving like a statue, almost as though they'd been holding their breath. It wouldn't be the first time. JΓΈrgen lifts their hand to feel around their face, fingers pressing lightly on their chin and cheek. In this line of work, anything could happen; it's good to stay cautious. For thirty-five years, they've grown to become familiar with this face. Is there really anything different or concerning about it? "My face seems fine."
βVengeance is bad for youβ Iβm not doing it for my health dude
Need you guys to know that part of the reason I have personified Glubsk in the way that I have is because i'm using them as a vessel to vent my frustrations about being 23 and feeling powerless due to my lack of acquired skills (or perceiving that I have a lack of skills / how I have been stunted throughout my childhood and teens) by a number of factors including disability, queerness, and family-life situations.
Glubsk's painting is a metaphor for masking !!!! To take the likeness of someone else is passable, but it's not Who Glubsk Truly Is !!!!!!!!!!! They must put in extra effort to let their guard down and be comfortable as they are but it takes time and is difficult !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Additionally, Glubsk's hunger (to which he is the minor god of) does not refer to food. It will always mean the hunger for needs that can never be satiated. For affection, vengeance, and validation. What Glubsk is seeking cannot be quantified and can't come solely from other people; she must look within herself to provide those things to her.
Her frustrations relating to lack of skill (and additionally, lack of will) are related to her unwillingness to be kind to herself. Even with her stunted conception, she is responsible for her own actions at the end of the day.
π for @astrophager WEEHEE
GLUBSK
A pre-canon plot in which Glubsk takes on a "substitute teacher" role at the school. Or maybe she took the form of a teacher who already works there, and Ryland seems to notice she's acting a little strange.
A plot set in your "Pale Blue Dot" verse. As Ryland's (and other scientist') contributions to humanity's survival become more popular, Glubsk sees him in print media more often and deems him a great 'invisible' or otherwise pedestrian visage. Glubsk gets mistaken for Ryland at a discussion panel that he's running late for, so he might have some choice words when he sees him up on the stage with a microphone...
A post-canon verse on Erid. Glubsk's painting was on board the Hail Mary in storage for the crew to appreciate. When Ryland hangs it up in his dome-home, something seems to be crawling out of it.
COURIER SIX
A plot set in your "Event Horizon" verse. Six is employed muscle for Stratt, assigned with the task of making sure Ryland is kept safe at all times. She goes wherever he goes, her foot in front of his.
A pre-canon plot set before the events of New Vegas (and heavily inspired by the Fallout Show). Six is a courier of the Mojave Express, tasked to deliver Ryland from the Capital to the Commonwealth. There's an extraordinarily high bounty on his headβ particularly alive.
-> send in "π" or "oc list" and i'll come up with a list of potential interactions or plot ideas i can see between your (original/canon) character(s) and my oc(s)!
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JOHNNY SILVERHAND('s engram). Cyberpunk.
A copy of a million copies of the former rockerboy Johnny Silverhand. All of his melted-together memories, warped ego, and self-hatred, blending into a mess that takes up only 20gb of space on your hard drive.
Her Private Hell (2026) will never release in my cinemas (and even if it did, they'd be so heavily censored you'd lose half the film) but I am still, perpetually, right here in Cannes 2026. you can tell that this movie meant so much to him. and maybe he put in a lot more of his earnest self here like he did in Bleeder (1999) and that could be a reason that it flopped among critics at cannes and in other screenings.
" i have brought some tea to help soothe your throat from your ailment. it's chamomile with honey. apparently, it has anti-inflammatory and antibacterial properties. or, so i've read in one of heartman's library. " @ hydrologist uvu from ds!lia
SHE HOLDS IT STEADY WITH BOTH HANDS, eyes curious yet wide. "Thank you," she says, accepting it gratefully, taking a few cautious sips at first. It's still warm; how considerate. Her smile is apparent while she hums, careful not to set it down on the shelf of her little cubbyhole window. Tea (among a plethora of other things) is abundant in her lab, and yet it always tastes better coming from someone else. "Chamomile is one of my favorites. Did you know that, or did our mutual friend tell you?"
(She wouldn't put it past him; that man runs his mouth like no other).
So how long are you in town for? - @astrophager for six!!
SHE PEERS AT HER PIP-BOY; there's still a lot left to be done. And even then, she's not sure if leaving would be a good option. She still hasn't gotten to the bottom of what brought her here to the first place, why she's in town at all, aside from the fact that she had a job and part of it entailed coming here... to do what, she's yet to figure out. Six traces the edges of her drink with a finger, tapping a finger against the glass. "I dunno," she says, a succinct answer. "If you're looking to hire me for something, I don't recommend it. I'm damaged goods at the moment."
With a fist, she lightly taps the side of her head. A not so subtle hint to the large scarring that surrounds the eye-patch. "Can't shoot a straight shot no more." (Then, an idea strikes her). "Are you from around here, actually? Could really use the help to get around... and if you ain't, could really use the company anyways."
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Need you guys to know that part of the reason I have personified Glubsk in the way that I have is because i'm using them as a vessel to vent my frustrations about being 23 and feeling powerless due to my lack of acquired skills (or perceiving that I have a lack of skills / how I have been stunted throughout my childhood and teens) by a number of factors including disability, queerness, and family-life situations.
Glubsk's painting is a metaphor for masking !!!! To take the likeness of someone else is passable, but it's not Who Glubsk Truly Is !!!!!!!!!!! They must put in extra effort to let their guard down and be comfortable as they are but it takes time and is difficult !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Seriously, though, if you ever try that shit again I'll fuck your ass up." -> @somninanis from johnny
@somninanis
"You and what hands?"
She's still sitting at her small computer setup in her equally small apartment in H10. Most of the software on the PC has to do wth mixing and mastering music, not dealing with something like this. But she's got herself jacked into the machine and had just tried to run a round of anti-virus that she got a free trial for.
It hadn't quite worked.
He's there, in the corner of her vision, so she glances at him as she sets up a second round, another bullet in the chamber.
"I'm not letting you live rent free in my head. You're not even a 'you' to begin with."
He sits at the edge of her desk, dangling his feet as he watches; unlike most viruses, Johnny is persistent. He's more like an active parasite, consuming her energy and feeding off her systems. Watching her through her digital psyche, he practically hand waves at the anti-virus scanning for his program. It had stung, badly, but he tries not to let it show. He's trapped in Piper's mind and is more or less a captive of it, despite his empty threats. "The fuck you mean by that? I'm as me as it gets."
Which doesn't really mean much. He can't remember his blonde hair, or the name of his parents, or even the model of cyberware he has on. All he knows are fragmented pieces of former-rockerboy Johnny Silverhand and the corrupted files his dying brain Spider Murphy had scattered onto the net. Uncomfortable with this thought, he itches his crotch and sniffles. "Don't think you can just toss me out that easy. I ain't no virus."
While he doesn't say it, he knows the implication here: she could just easily delete him. With a little extra technological know-how (which he's sure she doesn't possess), Johnny could disappear in an instant. Despite her grievances though, he doubts that's a solution that either of them want. "I'm a whole sentient being, Piper. Even if you could get rid of me, do you really wanna?"
