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Dreamers Forever
A semi-selective RP/Ask blog for a family of young Dreemurrs (and a few other characters). Will mostly be focusing on Driela, an OC, but I will be using canon characters as well. I hope you enjoy your stay here!
(M!A: Driela and Dryla are Kierra's servants.)
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((A little update, it's the mun's birthday! Just thought I'd post this since I don't really know what else to post here. Still debating whether or not I should start over in a new blog.))
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"Fuck."
Here comes Dryla and Arcadia swearing with a smirk on their faces because they respect no authority but also remaining out of earshot of their parents because they don't want to donate to the swear jar.
Also Driela was there with them, and she looked baffled and uncertain whether or not she should join these rebels.
#waking dream;{ic}#the original clone;{dryla}#the prodigy child;{driela}#foxx is here;{arcadia}#peeking through the clouds;{dash commentary}#this is dream?;{crack}
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A wolf-dragon hybrid wonders why people find interest in her while questioning her sexuality for a fox.
The worse the explanation, the better.
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Should I just reset this blog. Like, start over in a new blog and see if I can gather a following to the point where I can get consistent asks that develop my muses or just make writing for this blog more fun and enjoyable.
It's just an idea, and I might make a poll for it, but would anyone even see it? Who knows. I just wanna remember what writing for fun here feels like.
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This isn’t going to end well.
It certainly wasn’t going well as Arcadia had to learn another spell prior to this “basic” void magic spell. It took quite a while, to say the least. An hour or so consisted of the fox trying to conjure the dark magical aura that she’d seen engulfed the twins’ hands whenever they attempted a spell.
This was nowhere as easy as trying to create a fireball, and much more difficult than her illusory tricks. No amount of practice in either of those spells could prepare her for this. At least she knew she could do it with her prosthetic hand. She didn’t even want to know if this would hurt her if she attempted with her left furry hand.
Once the conduit of an aura persisted on her hand, Arcadia moved on to re-reading the warnings for the dark fire spell. “All right,” she murmured, reaching for the bottle of Dryla’s tangy mixture. All around them were wrappers of snacks and boxes and pastries, and the twins were minding their own businesses while equally checking on her progress every now and then.
“So it’s sort of like a regular fireball,” she said. “Except it’s practically draining my SOUL of all its energy.”
“Pretty much,” Dryla agreed.
“Just know when to stop,” urged Driela. “We don’t want you passing out in our room or destroying your hand again.”
Arcadia gave an arrogant chuckle. “I’ll be fine. I’m sure I’ll be able to nail this flawlessly. Just... give me another hour to do this once.”
#waking dream;{ic}#foxx is here;{arcadia}#the prodigy child;{driela}#the original clone;{dryla}#Anonymous
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As her eyes caught the glow beneath her feet, her wings twitched and flapped, strong and fast enough for her to take flight. Her lower legs got caught in the pillar, but she could hardly feel the heat and sting of it.
Glaring at the Boss Monster, she gave a challenging growl. Her SOUL pumped harder, and she had to decide whether to go all in or flee. Hastily thinking about it now, the latter sounded more rational with how short the time was between now and her last excruciating battle. But she needed time if she wanted to go home.
Crystals crawled along her arms and toward her hands to form a spear. She furrowed her brow at the Boss Monster. “Punish me for my acts? You have the audacity to say that after I just watched you kill that manticore? Are you any more justified than I am?”
Baring her teeth, she swooped toward him, spear drawn forward. She’d bear whatever counterattack she might receive, as all she cared about was to injure the Boss Monster enough for her to get away.
Crystals hastily coated Kierra’s face as her face was grabbed. Fragments of it and her rapier were scattered about, and part of her face was damaged as the force of the explosion penetrated through the dotting gaps. A crystal spike jutting through her heels made her skid back instead of being blown back into the air, though she struggled to retain her balance and consciousness. Her vision went hazy for a moment, but it returned after a brief shake of her head. The lost dust on her face had already been replaced by her crystal scales.
Not yet, she mentally warned herself. Electricity sparked from her cheek scales as she furrowed her brow. The furnace in her kindled fiercely, but she managed to keep it in check for now.
Keeping it simple as to conserve energy, she conjured electrified fireballs on her palms and over her and sent them all flying at the Boss Monster.
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What else will they find?
Arcadia was reluctant to dig around the Void Bank more, but curiosity got the better of her. It wasn’t like she found—or rather, felt—anything else interesting, anyway. The cylinder, something soft and furry, a cool metallic device. Driela urged her to not take out any more stuff with Flowey in the house, and Arcadia gladly obliged. Her fur had been standing on end for what felt like forever, and she felt chilled to the bone.
As she closed the trunk, the goat-twins had already been trying to learn new magic spells. Their hands radiated a violet-black energy, glowing vigorously for a brief moment before weakening to a lambent glow. The struggle in their faces suggested that this was straining them greatly.
Arcadia scooted next to Dryla and looked at the book. One page was all text, warning the danger of this dark magic, while the other was, again, mostly words, but there were small colorless illustrations here and there on the sides, showing what the spell should look like. Written in larger text was “Dark Fire.”
The fox observed the twins’ hands, and they seemed to replicate one of the illustrations in the book. Though, how intense the magic should be she didn’t know. “How different is that from regular fire magic?”
“A lot different,” grunted Driela. “It’s much more difficult to concentrate my magic to create fire.” Squinting her eyes, her hand quivered until she eventually gave up, dropping her hand with the aura dissipating.
The dark magic on Dryla’s hand persisted. Determination shone in her blue eyes. She didn’t let her struggle show in her face, but she couldn’t prevent her arm from trembling. The center glowed stronger and brighter until purple flames burst to life. Dryla yowled and pulled her hand back, the dark magic disappearing instantly. While she massaged her palm, Arcadia could see that her fur got singed.
“I forgot that can hurt me,” Dryla muttered.
“That is a lot different than our magic,” Arcadia said. Normally magic couldn’t hurt the caster unless desired, and she couldn’t imagine Dryla intended to hurt herself. “I think you two should stop before you blow a hand off.”
Arcadia looked at the book again. It looked tempting to try, and Dryla even urged her, “You should try it for yourself. You’re already experienced with losing a hand.”
Arcadia hummed. What could possibly go wrong? She may not be as skilled at magic as her Boss Monster pals were, but she could still attempt this devastating magic. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try…”
She orientated the book toward her and began reading the precautions. Using her metallic hand, it surely wouldn’t damage her as much, would it?
#waking dream;{ic}#foxx is here;{arcadia}#the prodigy child;{driela}#the original clone;{dryla}#Anonymous
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What will happen next?
After a coincidental text from her mother that she and her siblings were with Toriel, Driela and Dryla took this as their chance to show off to Arcadia their magical trunk back home. Flowey and Floreska would remain in the house, but the twins were going to be quick with their snooping. Flowey would probably be too busy with his daughter, Dryla assumed.
Double checking to make sure that they’d save each and every recording of their yelling, Arcadia sat in front of her laptop for a moment longer. Her eyes scanned the screen, darting from file to file and checking if she’d organized each clip to its appropriate folder named after the yelling voice. Eventually she shut her laptop and stood up. With an eager smile, she declared, “Everything’s in perfect order.”
The twins led the trip back to their home. Despite being caught off guard by the abrupt declaration of a race by Dryla, Arcadia sprinted faster than the goats could. She easily passed Driela, and then eventually brushing Dryla’s fur after tailing her for less than a minute. The fox ultimately won, and by the time the twins arrived, she was sitting against the house’s wall and had already recomposed herself while the twins were sweating.
“How are you so much faster than us?” Driela wheezed as she bent over.
Arcadia shrugged. “I just am, I guess. You two really gotta work on your legs and stamina.” She laughed triumphantly.
Much like her twin, Dryla was gasping for air, her sweater and fur damp with sweat. “Oh please, like you’re any better than us.”
Arcadia growled, but it just showed how Dryla noticed how her smirk was trembling from exhaustion. “Still run better than you.” She stood up, and her legs already wanted to collapse. “Let’s go cool off in your room now.”
“Right,” murmured Driela. She straightened her spine and took one last deep breath. She approached the locked front door and, with her hand radiating with purple magic, held the doorknob. The door clicked and the goat proceeded into the house, Dryla following behind her.
“Whoa,” Arcadia gasped in astonishment. “Since when could you unlock doors with magic?” She squinted her eyes at the goat. “And how do I know you didn’t use the same trick to actually break into my house.”
Driela looked back to meet her suspicious gaze. She couldn’t help chuckling at it as they began to ascend the stairs. “It’s only for our door. We had someone enchant it so some monsters can unlock it.”
“It saves us the hassle of having to bring keys around,” Dryla added, throwing back her head as though she suffered an incident involving missing keys.
They entered the goat-twins’ room, and Dryla immediately headed for the AC unit to turn it on. Her face was met with a cool breeze as she let out a groan of pleasure. Driela made sure to lock the door once Arcadia passed as she then stared at the trunk.
“It does look pretty mystical,” the fox observed. The golden grooves along the edges gave it a more royal look, while the dark wood itself gave the sense of age and mystery. She paced toward it and crouched. “So… how does it work?” she asked, not daring to open it herself.
Driela sat down beside her. Before the goat could explain it, Dryla spoke up. “First, you gotta summon the dark energy from the underworld. Once you’ve mustered up enough evil essence, the box will only open if the forces deem you worthy of its contents.” The smirk on her face made Arcadia doubt that.
Arcadia looked at Driela, who shrugged and said, “Just open it.”
In the center of the small trunk was a keyhole. Arcadia thought she needed a key or to know the magic for unlocking magical seals, but she found that it was unlocked when she tried lifting the top lid. Slowly, she opened the trunk fully and inside was absolute blackness. It was as though the trunk stored a black hole, and it was mesmerizing to stare into its hazy darkness.
“What is that?” Arcadia asked. She couldn’t tear her wide eyes away from the trunk.
“It’s what we call the Void Bank,” explained Driela. “Basically we can store whatever we want in there, and it’d be completely safe in… wherever it leads to.”
Dryla finally left the AC unit’s face and went over to sit beside the two. Arcadia flinched at the sudden cool touch of her fur brushing against hers. “So I can just take stuff out of there and put my own junk in? Does it separate it from other people’s stuff?“
"In this box, no. It shares the same items Mom and uncle Flowey has,” Driela said, rubbing the of her neck. “But I know there’s a way to get your own space in the void. I know Frisk has their own space using a nifty program on their phone.”
Arcadia raised a brow at that. A phone that can access its own inventory? That sounded something she’d make herself. Now she couldn’t call that invention original, but at least she knew that it was possible.
“Go ahead,” Dryla suggested. “Try to see what you can pull out.”
With a gulp, Arcadia fearfully reached a hand for the trunk. She could feel it whispering to her fingers, and the frigid breeze from it made the fur on her hands stand on end. She looked away and hummed as her hand dipped into the darkness. Her hand fumbled about, feeling objects floating. She believed that she sent a large book flying when she swatted it, but she later felt it come from the opposite side. Weird.
“Is there anything dangerous that I should be aware of?” she asked. “Like, I don’t know, a hungry beast craving for fox?”
Driela shrugged. “I don’t think so.”
“But if there is you should totally pull it out,” added Dryla. “I would love to see if they’ve been hiding an experiment-went-wrong creature in there.”
Still afraid to look at the black hole, Arcadia moved her hand around some more. She didn’t even realize that she dipped her arm deeper, but it was for the best that she didn’t feel any more anxious while a part of her was in another dimension.
Once she grabbed a hold of something cylindrical, she pulled it out. She finally turned her head to see that what she held was a glass cylinder with a steel top and bottom. The metal topped looked to be twistable, and inside was nothing but dust bunnies.
"If this used to hold that hungry beast, then we might have a situation on our hands," Arcadia joked.
The goat-twins looked at the clear container, curiosity on their faces. It seemed that they've also never seen this before, and they all wondered why this was stored in the Void Bank.
"I don't who owns that, but you should probably put it back," Driela warned. "We shouldn't keep anything out of the void for more than it should be."
Arcadia agreed as she put the container back into the trunk. She shivered at the cold sensation that prickled her hand. As she rubbed her hand and flattened the standing fur, a mischievous smirk spread on Dryla's face.
"Try to get a book from in there," the goat-girl suggested. "I wanna see if any of us can perform any spell from that, and it's been forever since I took a peek at it."
Driela's eyes gleamed with eagerness, and Arcadia guessed that this particular book was special, judging by how it was stored in the void instead of a regular ol' bookshelf. She took a deep breath, preparing herself to dip her hand into the chilly darkness once more. She recalled finding the book easily, so this shouldn't take too long, she thought.
#waking dream;{ic}#foxx is here;{arcadia}#the prodigy child;{driela}#the original clone;{dryla}#Anonymous
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Pineapple doesn't belong on pizza. Change my mind.
Dryla’s eye twitched at the bold and insolent lie the gray face stated. And with such stern attitude, too. “How dare! That’s a blatant and baseless lie, and you know it!” The goat-girl would then ramble about how it was perfectly normal for pineapple to be on pizza.
Arcadia nudged Driela’s arm to draw her attention away from Dryla. “Does she usually burst out like this over something like pineapple on pizza?”
“Sometimes,” Driela answered with a shrug. “I’m fine with other people not liking it. What about you?”
“It’s all right. I mean, it’s not my favorite, but if there are anchovies and pepperonis on the pizza then it’s definitely on my menu.”
Driela shuddered at thought of anchovy pizza. “Then that means we’re getting different menus,” she murmured.
#waking dream;{ic}#the original clone;{dryla}#the prodigy child;{driela}#foxx is here;{arcadia}#Anonymous
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(Incoming SKB with his portable ice cream stand) Ice cream, Ice cream here, get your free ice cream. Every flavor imaginable.
Asriela was on her way home when she heard someone vend ice cream. It already caught her interest, but it tickled her sweet tooth more to hear the endless selection of flavors—or at least she assumed it was endless.
She approached the stand, and the person behind it looked uncanny as they resembled a gray face. “Huh, you look…” Asriela pursed her lips, thinking that it would come off as rude. “Never mind. How much is a scoop on a sugar cone?”
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You know Twins *checks both ways first to make sure nobody aside from perhaps their friend is around* you could mess around with the void bank items if you’re bored...
“Void bank?” Arcadia echoed, cocking her head. “Is that like some sort of magical game you two play?”
Driela rubbed the back of her head. Her voice, like Dryla’s, was hoarse as she answered, “It’s not really a game, but it is magical.”
“And something that I haven’t snooped around in a while,” Dryla added. “Unfortunately we can’t access it on the fly. We have to go back home and use that trunk in our room.”
Arcadia’s ear twitched at the mention of a trunk. “Wait, that chest in your room? I thought it was just where you store your precious treasure.”
“Yeah, no. We’ll explain it to you when we get the chance. I don’t think you would believe us without showing it.”
The fox pouted and retorted, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
#waking dream;{ic}#the prodigy child;{driela}#the original clone;{dryla}#foxx is here;{arcadia}#Anonymous
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This was certainly a sight to see. The Boss Monster that Kierra oh-so loathed after their previous encounter was currently on his knees. Covered in wounds too as she could see through his tattered robes. Kierra deviously guessed that he was mentally begging for mercy as she stood before him. Though, it made her wonder who could've this to him, and it honestly scared her that they were able to bring Asriel to this injured state.
"Greetings, your highness," she greeted, a lot less smug than she'd be happy to act. "Told you we'd meet again, but, uh... this isn't how I envisioned our meeting's going to begin." She got closer and crouched to his level.
"This isn't the first time I've been presented this opportunity, you know. But tell me: who did this to you?"
Behind her feet some of the snow and dust levitated and swirled in a smooth pattern. Her bloodlust grew at the pungent scent of blood, and it tingled the roof of her mouth more knowing whose blood it was. But she was willing to heal him after he let her go last time.
➺ Let the angst(?) commence.
Find my mise wounded after a battle!Accepting!
The Prince wasn’t expecting anyone to come across him after that fight, and he certainly wasn’t expecting Kierra. He could feel himself panic a bit as he saw her, though it was overshadowed by the pain he was feeling. And one could certainly guess how much pain he was feeling by the wounds covering his body.Despite the immense pain, however, Asriel worried what was to come from Kierra. He had just barely won this fight, and he wasn’t sure he could win against her.”W…Well…” He managed, his voice pained. “Ho…Howdy.”
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