waiting for something to happen?
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THANK YOU MARIO !
BUT OUR PRINCESS IS IN ANOTHERCSTLE !
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@artiificed asked: ∗ o5﹕ sender comforts receiver in the aftermath of a nightmare . / from basil.
Sleep was hard.
It was like cutting cold turkey, but if you needed at least a little turkey to survive. It was moderation over addiction. Despite how much he wanted to stay in bed, to fall back into Headspace and wrap his arms around idealized younger friends. That’s not what was good for him. That was not healthy.
However, dreams were split between that idealistic and terrifying. The harsh gripping nails of terror. Eyes staring down at him, accusatory in their gaze. However, he is trapped. He looks down at his hands, and blood covers them. His skin turning horrendous. He’s turning into a beast. No, a monster. No. He already was. The outside was just matching the inside.
A shout, and he’s being squeezed. Mari is killing him, she’s getting her revenge finally. It’s what he deserves, it’s what his punishment is.
However, it is not death that meets him. Only consciousness. Eyes shoot open, and he fights for a moment before the familiar smell of floral and grass float around him. Basil. Of course it was Basil. He was staying over. He wasn’t in Black Space, he wasn’t in the grips of guilt.
Things were getting better. Exhaustion grips him, despite having just woken up, and he stops fighting. He wraps his arms around in the warming hug and relaxes – just a fraction.
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@lostbasil asked: “Well, pretend I’m not here. What would you say if nobody could hear it?”
What would he say ?
What a question. Sunny frowns quietly, eyes flickering to the side. What could he say to his sister ? If she was in front of him. If he could say one more thing to her before she fell. Before his hands pushed her. Before they faked her end.
Tears were difficult for Sunny. Years of fighting them off, a mental block from the truth. Any tears that could have fallen have long passed. A mourning period that he didn’t get to participate in. He pulls his knees up, burrowing his face against it. It took far too long for him to come up with the words. Sunny closes his eyes for a moment, hesitation, before he takes a breath.
Trust in Basil allows his mouth to open, for words to spill out.
“ That I’m sorry. That I should have told her about how I felt. That if I had said something, then it wouldn’t have gotten to that point. That I still love her, and it was all a stupid accident. I’d never do that to her, it was an accident. “
A hesitation.
“ … I’d ask if she hates me for killing her. “
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ooc. Someone stop me from making a Princess Peach blog.
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duet
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I think Sunny deserves all the happy,,,
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it be like that
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OOC. I'm mobile, but I'll tag this later. Sunny is the person who is invited to a party, goes to said party, ignores everyone there and heads straight for the cat. Spends the whole party just playing with it with a spare piece of string or petting it.
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OOC. Psst. Like this for me to jump into your IM to do some plotting.
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TRUE ENDING SPOILERS
sketching our favourite (accidental) partners in crime
may i colour it in a future? who knows
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picnic sleepover 💤🌻✨
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Noticing Trauma sentence starters
Feel free to alter dialogue to suit your muse!
“That really spooked you.”
“I don’t want to pry, but.. I want you to know I also want to listen, if you want someone to talk to.”
“Well, pretend I’m not here. What would you say if nobody could hear it?”
“Does this happen a lot?”
“Hey, what happened between you two?”
“When is the last time you ate?”
“Is this okay?”
“Hey.”
“This is the third meal you’ve missed this week, are you okay?”
“[Name]?”
“What did he/she/they do?”
“This … hurts you.”
“You don’t feel safe, here.”
“When you look at [trigger], you… what is that?”
“What can I do?”
“You were crying in your sleep.”
“What do you dream about?”
“Whenever you get stressed, you do this thing with your hands. What is it?”
“You’re right, I don’t understand, yet. Will you help me?”
“Should I leave a light on for you?”
“I brought you some water.”
“I won’t judge you.”
“It doesn’t have anything to do with trust. You don’t have to tell me. But I’ll listen, if you do.”
“Count your breaths with me, okay? Ready? One, two, three, four…”
“I’m here.”
“Talk to me.”
“You don’t need to tell me everything. I just want to know how I can help.”
“Let me hold your hair back, at least.”
“You used to love that [item].”
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"SUNNY... I love you..."
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@psychamancy asked: ∗ o7﹕ sender wraps their arms around a hysterical receiver to calm them .
nonverbal prompts / accepting.
It was a bad day.
Sunny couldn’t really say why. Perhaps it was the way that the wind carried the scent of a familiar flower. Perhaps someone had talked about a picnic on the bus. It could have been any numerous tip offs.
Or it could have been none of them. No one said recovery was easy. It got easier, with time. With support. However it was never a straight road. You stumbled, and sometimes fell. Perhaps that was what Sunny was doing right now. Falling.
It made him miss the Dreamscape. The fake escape that he had created in his dreams, that he had spent the last four years exploring, that he ( no, Omori ) knew like the back of his hand. However, he had promised himself never to fall into that destructive habit. It had withered him away, stolen that time away from his life.
It didn’t mean he didn’t miss the escape it provided from the memory of harsh stares and rough voices. From a broken body at the end of the stairs, from something that stared from the break in the trees.
It had taken much too long for Sunny to notice that arms had wrapped around him, weighted and bringing him back from the floatiness of his panic. He signs quietly an apology, noting the familiar orange hair of a friend.
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getting in the halloween spirit with some child on child violence
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