Here There Be Wild Magics

In silence, he watched as the creature drifted in and out of sleep--though he wasn't quite sure how much of an impact his presence had, if the raven found it comforting to discover Yin was still there or if it made the bird all the more nervous. But something that did most definitely catch Yin's attention was the fact that the bird began to change, no longer just a bird...well...that was not something he saw every day. Then again, he was seeing all sorts of strange things at Nevermore.

But had Dream always been so harsh to him? Admittedly, Yin did not understand the question, and it prompted the slightest lift of his brows in response to the inquiry. With dark eyes pried away from the celestial phenomenon, he focused the midnight gaze upon the dreamling.

〚 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂 〛➔ A " The Sandman " Discord Roleplay Server

THE DREAMING is an open world, sandbox-style Discord rp server focused primarily on player-led, character-driven stories. We are 21+, literate, and show-focused with supplementary references from the comics. Older writers (30+) and OCs are especially welcome. All character must be 18+. We are looking for players with a passion for long-term storytelling and well-rounded, extensive character arcs.

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We offer :

Experienced, attentive, dedicated GMs/Mods.

A friendly, drama-free, active environment.

Monthly events with rewards that include both ooc and ic perks.

Available canon characters.

The opportunity to tell your own stories within the Dreaming.

Flexible activity requirements.

A rich and vibrant world within which your character is encouraged to develop a variety of relationships and interactions.

LGBTQ+ and POC friendly space.

Nightmare Character Templates:

"Haze": Fog that shrouds the Haunted Woods to provide ambience.

Mermaid, Selkie, or other water-dwelling creature to entice and drown dreamers.

Zygote: A creature comprised of hundreds of body parts.

The Plague Doctor. Basically SCP-049, but in a nightmare AU.

The Swarm. A warm of moths with razor sharp wings. They attack and chase dreamers as a singular entity. (AND MORE.)

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Now and then, he glanced up from the pages to observe the raven making itself comfortable, even starting to eat a little? That was reassuring; at least now Yin knew this talking bird did not need to be fed by hand. For now, though, he let the poor creature be.

Eventually he did drift off into a deeper sleep. He had nothing but a mess of scrambled nightmares, bits of his old life. Eventually, one terrifying enough to wake him with a start. He found himself a mess of feathers on the bed, of what would be his more natural form, not quite human, not quite bird. His hands and feet a dark, thick, inky black skin, similar to that one might find on a raven's feet. His talon's drawn to attack at first, though he did not when he realized he was not in the same place his nightmare had taken him. Even so, he remained on edge, fearful of what might happen next.

"I'm not designed with impulse control in mind." The Nightmare answers with a hint of amusement in his tone as the Dreamkin finally stops at the end of the alleyway, outside of a set of steel doors that appear to enter a warehouse. His lips purse as he stands still for a moment.

"Speaking of impulse control... Maybe try to bring this one back in good condition?" He knew not all dreams and nightmares came back easily, Corinthian himself was proof of that.

He wondered if what Desire had done had made him so cold to everyone when it came to his realm. He did always seem like someone who liked things a particular way, even if, as Matthew had told him, he had seemed to soften a tad towards his dreams and nightmares since then.

Certainly, it was now. Pan had taken his words as avoidance — though why would Brand desire that route, when he was the one who had initiated this discussion to begin with? The sentiment had instead been meant as a reassurance. If Pan wished to view the paintings out of trepidation that they might be used for nefarious purposes, he had hoped that his lack of urgency in confirming that it was indeed the being in front of him that was their subject would confirm that such wasn't the case.

It was rather frustrating, but saying so was liable to make things worse. "You don't think it's a possibility that you were just the muse of someone's dreams?" The levity laced through the question was apparent in his eyes as they remained steady on Pan's, though it diminished as he continued, "You're probably right, though."

He wouldn't admit it, but there was a time when he trusted humans and they in turn had trusted him. Most anything that remained of him in the human realm was from those times. Those were much simpler times, before greed had taken over so many. Humans and in-humans frequently worked together back then. Those works used to be used to remember a kindness. To remind future generations of that fae who would long outlive them. To tell their story. To keep them welcome.

Perhaps that was why Brand felt brave enough to approach him in the first place. He only knew the good he had done before... before everything had gone to shit.

In time, after their betrayal, most humans twisted the story to their own end. Fae and the like became the villains. The humans who lived now a days often did not realize all these tricks came from a long deep seeded mistrust of their ancestors. The humans truly believed their kind had been wronged. Though the fae were only trying to protect themselves. Some still seek revenge, though Amin was not one of those fae. He just wanted his own little corner of the world to be left in peace.

"I will hold you to that." He finally answered. Without a doubt, he would like to be erased. He needed to be. Despite how cold the fae tried to come off, there was a certain fear in his eyes, one he could not hide.