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Strahd has his mount, a nightmare named Beaucephalus (dunno if I’m spelling that right), does that count? In D&D nightmares display intelligence on par with an average humanoid but can’t speak. We can’t really tell how smart Beaucephalus is though because for all intents and purposes he’s kind of just. A fancy horse.
Other than that I don’t think so. There’s a little town with many houses but we’ve never seen anyone other than us. It’s really empty because it’s clearly built for a lot more people than we have.
The littles and one of their caretakers once got ice cream and there’s definitely some other shops around but nobody recalls anything about people running them. It would be pretty creepy if it happened irl but we kind of just accepted it.
I Imagine it’s kinda like how the SCP IKEA just kinda restocks automatically
-Kris Dreemurr (they/them)
fun fact: our system has one (1) NPC. he is a talking white unicorn named Westley, and he takes us from our house to the castle. and watches over us while we're there.
soo complimentary poll
if you have an NPC, feel free to talk about them in the notes!
Pressing replay on a song for the 32nd time to once again imagine an animatic I will never make
"Be the change you wish to see in the world."—Mahatma Gandhi
For real. Be it.
The outer will reflect it once you make the shift within.
“If you get the inside right, the outside will fall into place. Primary reality is within; secondary reality without.”
—Eckhart Tolle
“When an inner situation is not made conscious, it appears outside as fate.”
—Carl Jung
“You cannot always control what goes on outside. But you can always control what goes on inside.”
—Wayne Dyer
“I cannot always control what goes on outside. But I can always control what goes on inside.”
—Wayne Dyer
“You do indeed have a past, but not now! And, yes, you have a future, but not now! You can consume your now with thoughts of 'then' and 'maybe,' but that will keep you from the inner peace you could experience.”
—Wayne Dyer
“As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed.”
—Vincent Van Gogh
“The conflicts we have with the outside world are often conflicts we have within ourselves.”
—Bryant H. McGill
Worlds Within – the Frozen-Glass Lake.
The girl frolicked through the foliage – it was finally spring! Tender buds rested on barren branches, and brave shoots stretched towards the sunlight. The sun – it seemed like far too long since its warm rays shone on her. Walking the beaten path to the lake, a skip was in her step as she straightened her new swimsuit. FINALLY she had energy, finally her body would listen to HER instead of demanding the reverse and confusing its signals. She had swam the day previous, and the day previous to that, and she looked forward to the refreshing dip. She stopped suddenly, however, as the tree line opened up, revealing the lake. “What are you doing, you ass-hat!? It’s not even cold!!” The Lake was frozen over with the familiar film of ice. Almost in response to her words, with the sun still shining, the sky opened and fat flakes of white started to fall. The girl glared at the lake as the vegetation took on a sinister edge, the taste and color of tea brewed too long filling the world. “Well, shit.” She considered covering the sun, hiding from it… but thought better. It was in situations like this that the sun was truly required – the vegetation probably needed the warm rays, and was simply reacting to the long time when the sun couldn’t reach the ground. EARLY spring was always tricky, when the world couldn’t make up its mind if it wanted to return to winter or burst forth into life – too many times it had decided to go back to sleep, and the girl longed for the fresh blooms of summer. So she kept the sun, exposing herself as fully as possible as she walked over to the hutch that she’d built long years ago. Opening the creaking wooden door, she removed a pair of ice skates and sat down to put them on. The snow came down faster, almost obscuring the sun with the number of flakes in the sky. The temperature started to plummet, and she heaved a pickaxe to her shoulder, grumbling the entire time. She was really getting sick of this game that the lake played. The reason for the sudden freeze eluded her, though, even as she gazed past the frosted glass of the surface. It was obviously going to be tricky… Balancing gracefully, the girl kicked off onto the ice, moving to the middle of the lake. She could still see no sign of the cause, and thus raised her pickaxe. As the tool came down, the glass fractured – all of it. She had a moment to wonder at the violent reaction before she was falling. Where was the water that acted as a cushion underneath the glass, keeping it afloat? What happened to the mud that she had managed to drag into the lake, filling the bottom and providing solid ground to push off of? Now, it was that same bottomless pit that she had crawled out of time and time again – the scratch marks on the sides served as a reminder of her struggles from years past. Panic gripped her – was she going to crash? Was she finally going to break through the bottom, shatter the elusive box that defined her life, and shoot out to the space beyond? “NO!” Anger filled her, the familiar rage erupting geysers into the emptiness. The water filled the space, and she found herself struggling still with the heavy skates and pickaxe – tools for keeping her afloat now dragging her down. With the water, however, she could swim; she was stronger than the force of the weight pulling her down. She had proven THAT little fact before, and the strength had nothing to do with her body. “My body’s strong, but my spirit’s stronger.” She kicked, feeling the burn of her muscles as they were once again used. The burn combated the numbing cold so that it no longer affected her; the pain in her lungs as they cried for air was too important to waste attention on something as trivial as hypothermia. Rising to the surface, she found the glass in place. The damned lake had frozen over her head and she was trapped. It would take much longer for her to drown, but the situation had deteriorated so rapidly… In panic, she thrust her hand through the ice. If the sun no longer shone, she could always scratch her way out – she’d done it before. Broken nails, bloody arms, and a case of numbing pain was always better than death, and she wasn’t about to mess around with the ice over her head. A warm hand met hers, though, grasping and keeping her at the surface. That one hand was joined by others, their warmth helping her to fuel her own strength, and they PULLED. Still with the pickaxe in her hand, she reared back and threw her weight at the glass. Again it shattered, and she found herself in the air, joining the wonderful rays of sunlight as they continued to shine on her inner world. “Thank God…” It would be different this time. As she started to fall back to earth, she watched the damned lake freeze over again. So THAT’S how it was going to be? Landing in the middle once more, skates splayed and palm wide to disperse the impact as much as possible, she stood gingerly. The darkness underneath roiled, but the same chemicals that would trap her underwater also saw the glass stable enough to stand on. If she was careful, a resolution to this would be found. “Once you go there, you can never come back. Not and be the same as you were.” In an attempt to taunt her, the snow increased, creating a blanket on the ground. The unknown beyond the box called to her, the darkness sending visions through the ice of the world beyond to tempt her soul, but she merely scoffed. “You wasted your chance. You caught me off guard – I’ll give you that – but I’m onto you now. I have friends,” She motioned to the sun, still beaming down, and the unconditional trust in that one ray that would forevermore light her world, no matter the depth of the darkness, “and I have support,” She stamped the ice firmly, “and I know your ways. You may make the external conditions perfect, but that doesn’t mean I have to give in. Bitch.” She continued to study the lake, the darkness trapped beneath the glass, before a glint caught her eye. “Bingo!” Now it was a simple matter of diving to retrieve the cause of the distress. Returning to the shed, she retrieved a tank and mask. Struggling into the contraption, she was ready. She skated, once again, to the middle of the lake. There, after a few more tests comprised of banging on the glass to roil the darkness beneath and ascertain the exact position of the glint, she reared back once more with the pickaxe. This time took several swings, but then she was in the water again. “If you are unprepared, it will be Hell. If you are prepared, however, it will be Heaven.” This time, she was in control. Basking in the sunlight, the ice melted. Keeping that one ray as a guide, she took a deep breath, and dived. She took a moment to change her skates to flippers – it was a simple thought at this point – and into herself she delved, receding deeper towards that glimmer of pain. Down, and down, she swam until the darkness surrounded her, and there, exuding the sorrow and ugly emotions, rested the pearl of truth. She grasped that pearl, ignoring the pain that it caused, and turned around, swimming for the light. Gasping for breath, she emerged, her flippers turning once more to skates, and she struggled to the shore. Exhausted, she managed to pull herself out of the lake before it froze over again. At least any further darkness would be kept at bay, for a while. Removing her tools and replacing them in the shed, she contemplated the color of the pearl. Figured it would be that – with all the sunlight, she had known that THAT pearl would come to light, eventually. She had SO hoped it would give up without a fight, but she was more glad that she’d finally found it. How many years had she hunted that pearl, trying to get it to coalesce so that she could remove it from her lake? And to think, it had taken the sunlight – a friend’s assistance – to find it. It made her uncomfortable… but she slapped that thread of darkness away. Trust… it would take all her “unknown” strength to do so. Best to purify the pearl before it caused any more trouble. Clothing herself once more in her overalls – the legs being shorts to expose as much of her skin to the healing rays of the sun as possible – she trusted the warm rays to dry her hair and protect her from the frigid air. As she walked back along the path, she noticed the forest returning to normal, by inches, and smiled. She would bloom this time, she would make SURE spring came. Returning to her field – already the grasses were racing towards the sky – she retrieved her bat. Looking at the pearl in the sunlight, it was infused with darkness and pain, the latter leaking out to trace static lines across her hand. It made her want to cry, but with this particular color of pearl… it was almost trite at this point, overdone, to shed any more tears. Still, as she gazed into the orb, her doppelganger appeared in the tree line. It had her voice, it looked like her, it SEEMED to be kind, reasonable. But she’d discovered the true source of its words years previous. It was insidious, though, and with this pearl… “I know who you are, and you’re not allowed here anymore. You lie, and you lie, and I’m done with you. I have people in my life now who love me for who I am, who support me and recognize my ability when I choose to show it. They compliment me when you would only degrade me, they lift me up when you would pull me under, they stay by my side even when others have made true your warnings and abandoned me. I will not fall victim to your cruel words any longer!” The phantom opened its mouth to speak, the old familiar words clouding and darkening the sky, but the girl just smiled. “I’m not listening.” Throwing the pearl to the sky, she swung the bat with all her strength, sending the pearl through the phantom. The crack of the bat resounded through the valley, and she watched as the pearl embedded itself in the mountain. As she climbed, the sun again glowed, and she became a bit warm. So soon after being numb with the cold… it was amazing to her. Digging in the mountain side, she rooted out the pearl – clear, pure, if a bit cracked. One more badge of triumph to proudly display in her home of homes.
If you don't mind me asking, are you able to do 🪐and 🔦? I understand if you can do only one but I would hope for both bc I would like to know more to not misunderstand things:3
YEA I CAN TRY AND DO BOTH DONT WORRY :))
WELL AS FOR HOW WE DISCOVERED OUR SYSTEM ITS COMPLICATED BECAUSE THE HOST WENT DORMANT REALLY YOUNG IE 11 SO WE HAVE KNOWN SINCE 14 AFTER A BUTT TON OF RESEARCH AND RECOGNITION FROM A PROFESSIONAL
AND OUR INNERWORLD IS JUST KINDA A CIRLCE SHAPED ROOM WITH A RED COUCH IN THE MIDDLE AND A BUNCH OF DOORS AROUND THE ROOM AND A LITTLE HALLWAY THAT LEADS INTO A DORM
AND THERE A FEW OTHER PLACES SUCH AS THE ABANDONED STORE, TECHNO CITY, A BEACH AND SOME FOREST THATS REALLY ALL!! THANKS FOR ASKING :)-NEMONA
the Inner Worlds - DID System art ▸ the Factory, Chocolate Room
One of the location shots for our ongoing emulation series on Youtube, allowing a visitor to dive into the inner world of a dissociative identity disorder system, and experience both the good and the bad.
Squidgevt- our first visitor- ended up in one of the most infamous, trauma-filled location: the Factory. Overseen by our childhood persecutor (which is an incredibly simplified explanation of the man), it's perhaps better akin to a fae-trap than a wonderland...
Drawn in biro pen & mildliners Please do not repost. This is for our use only.
I'm so sorry, asha.
We hope everyone with a para with amnesia has an amazing one fr fr
(First submission from me lmao the others love this blog, so I was like... sure)
🍏🌟♦️ (That's probably wrong, uhhh)
^^^^^
04/04/2021 Mandala Bān-tô-lô Mān-thû-lô 曼荼羅
pisces mercury in the 29th degree (western tropical astrology)
As I sit here in front of my computer, facing a blank page and taking sips of the Peaberry coffee I was gifted, various images and descriptive words come up to describe my pisces mercury placement. “Creative, scattered, fantasy, Neptunian, scattered, watery, spiritual, artistic, fickle, damsel-in-distress, boundless (and boundaryless)...” I write reluctantly. Why is it reluctant?
The sister sign of Pisces is Virgo. Virgo is grounded in comparison to Pisces. It’s the sign that is soothed by completing daily tasks, the feeling of getting something done, and improving the environments in and around it by way of organization. When one clears up a space, there is room and flow. The energy that once was has been dusted out the window; the weight of it taken by the wind. The area is new and light, welcoming a hearty breath who knows of time well spent.
So what’s the opposite, but similar to the description of Virgo? Imagine an inaccessible cave. Is it dark? Or does it have glowing mushrooms or creatures? Now, in this cave, there’s a pond, or a lake - a source of water. Does the water have glowing plants or creatures? How deep is the source of water? Can you see the end?... If your cave was dark, it’s hard to see or know what’s in it. You can only imagine what’s in there - nothing, or things you want to discover - or alternatively, things you don’t want to discover. If your cave had glowing things, it would seem like something magical and otherworldly. It would inspire awe and thoughts of “how does something like this exist?” If you felt affection for it, it’s something you’d want to protect, or even keep secret so the place can live in peace, away from the prying eyes of beings who’d change up the place for their own benefit.
Imagine your internal world as you would imagine the cave. What would you find there? Is it anxiety-inducing like the cave without glowing light? Or do you find it to be a magical place, a sanctuary you’d want to protect? Is it a place you welcome anyone in, or none at all? Regardless of what it is, pay attention to how it makes you feel.
If you don’t bring in the Virgo energy to your internal state, the water in there could be stagnating, the darkness overwhelming, and the atmosphere crushing. What does it mean to bring Virgo energy to a cave that feels hard to access?
In the Pisces version, understanding and acceptance is the key. Seeing things for what they are. Unconditional love is the torch that keeps you warm and safe. The things in the cave only hurt you if you continue to let them. In this cave, you are the determiner of the atmosphere, of the creatures, and the waters. I hope you build an internal state where when you enter and leave, you can let out a hearty breath who knows of time well spent.
°•*⁀➷ INTRODUCING MYSELF ! ˘͈ᵕ˘͈
bani ☆ she/her ☆ entp 5w4 ☆ minor (𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 18+ 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗲) // side blog: @ilubeau
HI GUYS !! i post daydreaming-related stuff here but it's also kind of a mix of everything, i'll also post anime related stuff, i'll never really stick to just one thing but what i CAN tell you i'll be sticking to is my centrecosm mostly (my main paracosm, i'm staying loyal to the one i've been building for the past 4 years) it's also a blanket paracosm so there's loads of subcosms inside it but at the end of the day it's linear and takes place chronologically.
i have a few paracosms here and there so that's why i call myself a paracosmist but really and all they'll never compare to my main one. ಠ_ಠ
❤︎ this is a safe place for all madders (ง'̀-'́)ง, i really wanna make friends that are passionate with opening up about their little daydreaming worlds, i'll listen to you yap about it all day long.
PLEASE DO SEND QUESTIONS ABOUT MY PARACOSM(S) OR ABOUT YOURS !! i'll always reply ^-^
MY CENTRECOSM ✧
i have 60 paras (characters). yes. you heard that right. SIXTY. i have a whole pinterest board on it and i update it regularly -
https://pin.it/4Yvd42Asm
also yeah i'm a microcelebrity on pinterest idk if you've seen me around but yeah wtvr 😭😭 ALRIGHT LEMME GIVE YOU GUYS A LIL SYNOPSIS ! (i've never done one it's kinda scary)
my paracosm consists of 50 Gods, 4 archdemons, 4 archangels and God themself (God doesn't have a gender) and 5 monotheistic Gods, my paracosm has its own lore of different mythologies. greek, norse, and egyptian mythology. fiction has no limits, so i can bend it to fit my desires, i LOOOOOVE mythologies of all kinds, so i made my own lore using the names you see on the pinterest board. all of the Gods have the same power and no ones more powerful than each other except for God and Satan. the Gods are the most beautiful, ethereal, alluring individuals in heaven. Satan made it so that whenever someone who is not a God sees a God's appearance, they physically feel like they can't say anything. this is to prevent any romantic relationships. so whenever, for example, a human who is granted permission sees them, obviously, their initial reaction would be shock and the need to compliment them. right when they're about to do that, they start to feel choked up like they can't get the words out. it'll go on like that until they give up. the gods have noticed that a lot of the time when they show their selves to other people and they start reacting like that.. they start thinking its because they're ugly or something. LMFAOO, they'll be like "damn i'm THAT ugly???" and its so ironic bc they're actually trying to tell them they're more than beautiful, but they CAN'T because of Satan. he has a lot of unreasonable rules, and the Gods just put up with it because they appointed him as the leader whilst God is gone, so they kind of did to themselves... to put it in a nutshell, the Gods have never been complimented. like. ever. so 😭 its only factual that they'd feel like they're the ugliest individual alive. Satan is currently acting as the overseer of the Gods whilst God is away, so he gets to do whatever he wants to. the Gods are the main characters, the archdemons and archangels are side characters, Satan is the antagonist, and God is... mysterious. they don't pop up. ever. so the Gods just assume they don't like them. i can go on and on about this, but i feel like i'm yapping too much ... this isn't even 0000.5% of the story. sorry, guys, this is a really bad summary, but trust me, you'll find out more about it if you follow through with my posts 🙏🏽
tags i'll use (＞﹏＜) :
#𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗱 -> posts that are not daydreaming-related
#𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗶'𝘀 𝘆𝗮𝗽 𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 -> original posts
#𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗱 𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁 -> vents about madd
#𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗶 -> art i make about my paracosm or anime and stuff
I don't know if it's something very personal, but I'm curious, have you made any maps of your internal world? And if so, can you do a mini tour?
We actually tried to do one multiple times but our mapper kept leaving front and most of the frequent fronters have limited access to the inner lol
We don't see it super personal, like some things there yeah, personal enough to not share about it, but others nope
I can explain and do silly tries of maps of what I've know and I'm willing to share if you're interested
Bonus points that if we convince our mapper he will def do a blog to yap about our inner