#dcathbook

[cherubim-of-vvkastel]

🖋 *slam dunks this in here*

HOOTS AND HOLLERS!!!! Two points!!!

🖋 a list of plots or ideas // plot meme

Where to begin with you... hmm. I suppose I shall split these up based on the fandom aye? You have a ton of muses I'd love to plot around, so bare with me as I hit you with yet another long list 😭

DSMP

Eternalduo you saw this coming... Sorry, not sorry, I will write these lovely immortals with you any day. You have so many dynamics I could go into with these two, but I'm more than happy to try to restrain myself to only a few, lest I steal you away from everyone else...

Now hear me out on this one, Sam and Technoblade. They're a pairing I find hard to get content on where the two of them are the main focal point. Usually it's with Dream in the center of them or with them on entirely opposing sides of conflicts, but I do feel they have potential. An anarchist meets the government. Hot take: I do think these two could have been friends under the right circumstances. Yadda yadda something about opposites attracting *shrugs*

The Gods, ie. PandasPVP and DreamXD. I've got some vicious headcanons about PandasPVP and how he rebelled against DreamXD and thus ended up in a conflict that had him sealed away - crazy stuff. But I do think there is some fun god au material here we could work with!!

Punz and Purpled, ignore unfounded and give me these two (/j but seriously these two could be adorable). Just, yeah.

Obligatory DreamTeam mention here while I twirl around my puppy of a man Sapnap!!! Dream and Sapnap hold a very near and dear place in my heart so I will always offer them up. From unrequited love to best friends for life to tragic enemies, to corruption arcs. I will always kick my feet cutely at a Sapnap corruption arc where he loses what little resolve he has left and Dream swoops in to secure another ally.

Karlnap could also be an option, I've just had a difficult time with a lot of Karl writers. It's been mostly misses over hits in my experiences with them, but I'm sure you write a delicious Karl!! I wish I could add more here, but I don't have much experience writing them.

Awesamponk, need I say more? (yes I do, to clarify we don't have to do anything romantic, it can also be platonic!!!)

QSMP

Luzuriaga and Wilbur. I'll warn you right now, I tend to go off of Karmaland for my Luzu as that's where I know him from best and I came to cling to very deeply. I'm still catching up with QSMP Luzu but I do very much love these two brunettes and the chaos they could cause. Fighting for fatherhood and then becoming buddies, its a cute thought in my head.

Foolish and Leo are also mandatory!!!(/nf) Leo could ask for anything and Foolish would give it to them. Spoiled utterly ROTTEN

Honestly, just hit me with any plot ideas you can think of. These are just a few because I can't ever make up my mind with such a massive list of goodies to pick from <3<3

#Morbid — ooc asks #dcathbook

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continued from here | @dcathbook

The worst part is that it's quiet. George kneels in an empty field and lets the silence sit. Not even the wind whispers loud enough for them to hear, though they feel it against their skin. Scathing over their thighs while the grass sways beside them and the soil bruises their knees. They pluck a blade of aventurine, absently, and let it colour the pads of their fingers green; every motion feels slow, deliberate. Like their mind is not entirely in the space of their dream and they are weighed by a sluggishness that should only exist in their reality. The grass is sharp between their fingers. They run their hands through it anyway. Leaning down to comb their fingers through the field and breathe deeply enough to fill the silence.

Soil clings to their palms, but they don't mind. It clings to their legs, too, and the fabric of their cape that falls over their shoulders. Maybe they're used to it. It isn't quite so irritating when they already have to deal with the mushrooms that sprout from their skin. Flowers that bloom at the uncomfortable junctions of their body, between their fingers, the space where their neck meets their shoulders or where their hips begin. It's all exhausting, like they drain George of the life that they have, but the flora always leaves an ache whenever they pluck a fresh stem.

It's lonely, here. They don't understand why -- usually, their dreams feel more alive. Usually, the sky is not filled with miserable clouds and the threat of thunder, nor such a vast expanse of nothingness. They're used to the little paradise inside their head, where the sun is too bright for the naked eye and tulips mark their footsteps, where the world around them is too beautiful to properly comprehend and where a friend awaits them every time without fail. George is at a loss for words, because usually Dream would start speaking first. He'd spark the conversation, and they'd fall into that false sense of security that they fall for every time. He'd drown in the sunlight and they'd fail to get a good look at him, but they've started to accept that it may be because they haven't seen him for so long. At least, not the real him.

George's breathing is loud in their ears. Another sound joins the emptiness and they blink the lonesome bleariness out of their eyes. It sounds as if the sky is splitting itself in two, tearing through rigid fabric. When they turn, they're met with robes and wings. Something exuding power beyond comprehension, they nearly feel as though the weight of it is forcing them against the ground and they cannot move from where they sit on their knees. George kneels upright, blinking slowly. Thoughtfully.

"Hello," they say, eventually. Threading their fingers through the field. They come back sullied, brown and green. Soon enough, they turn their gaze back to the sky, brows furrowed in contemplation. "Why is it... like this? And you're..." Not him, this time. Strangely, they don't seem to mind.

#woolgathering ⋆ rp #▸your reign begins◂ ⋆ george [ic] #◃architect the game you're playing▹ dreamxd #dcathbook #◃lost in a world of my own▹ canon verse

[unfounded-daydreams]

♡ + dancing, which of your muses are proficient in dancing? What is their favourite type of dance if they have one, and if they aren’t proficient in dance; how would they be if they had to dance? ouo

♡ + dancing || headcanon meme

In alphabetical order with my current loudest muses… here we go!

Callahan

When it comes to dancing, Callahan certainly tries. Quiet vibing in the corner, however, doesn’t really count. That said, he likes to bop his head to all sorts of genres. Heavy metal, loose classical… it doesn’t matter. Good music is good music, and though he can’t dance to it on a technical level, he enjoys it nonetheless.

Dream

I’ve always loved making Dream a surprisingly good dancer. He’s more intuitive than practiced, however. No set style. He doesn’t bother to spend hours in front of a mirror getting the moves right, either.

But! Throw a partner into the mix, and suddenly he’s trying to predict their every move. How can he best steal their breath away? This remains the case even if his intentions are less than pure. See, if he can leave a lasting impact on his partner, he considers it a win. What’s better than lingering in even your enemy’s thoughts, driving them mad with your memory? Egotistical Dreamie would settle for nothing less.

Then again, I’m a sucker for those kinds of tropes. Give me Dream spinning around someone he claims to loathe until they’re both out of breath and dizzy with emotion. All according to plan… Except, is it really?

George

Whether George can dance or not depends entirely on the AU. From a canon POV, he can. Just not perfectly. Small hiccups are to be expected. He prefers dancing to slower tunes for that reason. Anything fast-paced is bound to leave him floundering on the dance floor.

And when he’s with someone? Through tinted goggles, he gets lost in his partner’s eyes. The feeling of their hand in his and the heat swirling between them is enough to have him lose focus. He’ll end up stepping on their toes sooner rather than later, much to his chagrin. Muttered apologies are barely audible — he wishes he was better at this sorta thing.

In other AUs, I’ve written him as an actual, trained dancer. But as a general rule of thumb: he’s easily distracted when there’s too much on his mind. It’s part of the reason he’s so likely to zone-out; but that’s a topic for another day.

Punz

Punz is a big dancer. Not only is it a cultural thing for many fae, but his bee-like instincts compel him to wiggle from time to time when he’s trying to communicate or express something. Dance-emphasis. They’ll describe how to make something with full-blown, dramatized hand gestures and a sway of their hips. Or they’ll give directions and pace back and forth in a silly little waggle dance. Either way, they can take that to a whole other level when it’s time to get serious.

They also are very happy when someone wants to dance with them. Pull them close and rock them back and forth and they’ll start buzzing whether they mean to or not. (Well, in AUs where they still have their wings. Like many Punz writers, I’m not kind to him.)

Watch him roll his eyes and say it’s stupid, but… Given enough prompting, he wraps his arms around his partner and buries his face into the crook of their neck. “You’re bad at this,” they’d mutter through a playful grin. Still, despite the tease, they don’t dare let go. Even the simplest of dances are enough to keep them hooked. They don’t need anything fancy.

Ranboo

Ranboo is my beloved dancer! Even if they’re not the greatest in the world, they practice frequently and love showing off their new moves. Clumsy mistakes are quickly corrected the second time around. Bit by bit, they’ve refined the routine to a polished sheen.

He also enjoys dancing with other people. Not necessarily hand-in-hand, but as a group. Something about that lightens the pressure of being a solo performer. Dancing is a lot more enjoyable when everyone around him is having a good time too. They’re also big on bobbing their head to certain tunes or humming/vwooping along, regardless of the presence of lyrics.

Techno

Ever wondered where Ranboo learned how to dance? Look no further than everyone’s favorite piglin. I adore found family dynamics between these two, I won’t lie. Any PeerPressureDuo enjoyers out there?

In any case, dancing is pretty big in my idea of piglin society. It shows two people’s chemistry and their ability to navigate missteps together. So, Techno was taught from a young age how to dance, even just to make friends.

He’s extremely elegant as well, flowing from one move to another without issue. It’s seamless, gorgeous, and entrancing. He fights like he dances, too, with every gesture pronounced and oddly graceful.

This was… probably more information than anyone ever wanted to know, but I had fun writing it! Thank you for the lovely ask!!

#whispers﹒ooc answers #「talk is cheap」﹒callahan﹒drabbles #「midnight musings」﹒dream﹒drabbles #「memories turn to daydreams」﹒george﹒drabbles #「make believe」﹒punz﹒drabbles #「panic room」﹒ranboo﹒drabbles #「bloody constellations」﹒techno﹒drabbles #dcathbook

[listcners]

( frozen ) : suffering from hypothermia {for Sapnap}

Even with the flames that ran through him, being out in the cold for too long was dangerous for the netherborn. he had to get help, had to get warm, but he didnt even know where he was. He had ran from the nether thinking it would be fine. but now, deep in a snowy tundra he had wandered too far from the portal and the wind and snow was picking up so he couldn't figure out if he was even walking to or away from the portal. He needed to keep moving, but he was so cold. all he really wanted to do was lay down. his body felt heavy and numb somehow at the same time, and his flames were dimming, a bad sign. He needed to find someone, a house something.. but who the hell would be out here in the middle of seemingly nowhere?

#replies #dcathbook #running wild and free: sapnap #//left it vague for ya

[moonlit-moth]

“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ”  {from Mumza}

" . . . . Sugarcane. And ways to annoy ranboo." He said quietly bouncing from one finger to the next with a silly giggle.

#dcathbook #mother of all things | mumza

[redcladremx]

"follow my breathing, okay? in for one, two, three, four… hold for one, two, three, four… out for one, two, three, four." {From Ranboo}

Ranboo was speaking to him but Tommy was having a hard time listening, His breath rapid and uneven. He couldn't get his breath even as he started to follows Ranboos counting. "I- I can't- fuck- I can't Ran.." he was trying to speak but his voice was wavering as he tried to suck in another breath. Tonight had gone all wrong, and he had barely gotten out of the fight he found himself on- an ambush. It was rough, and Tommy did not look good. his mask was shattered and suit had some major damage to it. He coudn't go home like this- busted lip and bruse forming just below his eye for starters, there were injuries he couldn't hide and.. there was no way he could go home without Sam freaking out, and maybe figuring everything out this time. So he went to Ranboo and now that the adrenaline was wearing off, the panic was setting in.

#ready for the remix:tommy #dcathbook: ranboo #replies

[runeians]

"You look awful." {Ranboo to C!Tommy}

“YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO KICK A MAN WHEN HE’S DOWN,” is muttered in that direction, but Tommy is too busy extracting the last potion from the brewing stand to pay his friend’s words or presence much attention. The bottle is warm, a comforting weight in his hands; he cradles it absently as he nudges past the other, setting the bottles down inside a grainy old chest.

Yeah, Ranboo’s got a point: his eyes are dull, red-rimmed with a lack of sleep, and he can’t remember the last time he actually left his little hobbit hole. But he’s safe, in here, and he’s happy lost in memories and bad coping mechanisms: almost feels like Pogtopia again. The thought brings a wry smile to his face, and then finally, finally, he processes the other person in the room with him. “Oh, hey. Hey! Did you want something, or… Cause I’m a bit busy, mate.”

#(( he loves ra.nb.oo really !! shame he’s too busy Reminiscing About The Van TM )) #(( THANK U FOR THE ASK !!! 🙏 )) #(d.verse): plotarmour central: c!tommy #a; dcathbook #tw substance abuse #tw drugs #tw drug abuse #tw addiction #( hinted at / implied but tagged just in case ) #tw unhealthy coping mechanisms

[cherubim-of-vvkastel]

💭 + well since you so politely asked me about Eret, I'll return the favor and ask about Foolish. What was he like before coming to the DSMP? How much does he remember? Does he regret what he's done? What was he like before he meet Eret? Before the Wither Cult? (also hello i'm quietly sneaking into your box :>)

// Oml you've been so friendly since the day I first posted. I'm gonna cry - literally, the main reason I'm shaking off my newbie jitters!!! Hello, hello, glad to be here <3 Also sorry for late reply, I've been at work!

Additional info for context: I headcanoned Foolish as going by any pronouns but referring to himself with zie/hir if ever talking in the third person - but that's a whole 'nother set of headcanons for another post, haha. If you see those neos in here, that's why!

Foolish is one of my muses that I seem to love bullying, in all honesty. How I picture his story going is incredibly tragic, and it would take me ages to get to the blood and bones of what he was like before DSMP. A long while ago, I wrote a cute little soulmates fanfic that touched on how Foolish acted, so I'll keep things similarly brief (unless, of course, you wanted to hear every detail I can muster up :P).

Foolish is immortal in every sense of the word. I've always seen Totems as ageless — able to grow and never stop until their lives were traded for others. It's touched upon in c!Foolish's lore where totem children are expected to die for their parents — he just happened to be one of the few who made it well past adulthood and is now perfectly capable of maintaining and protecting himself. Seeing as he can live for centuries, he's gone through several shifts in his behaviors. From quiet and curious about the ever-changing Overworld to restless and bold, he's had time to figure out how he feels and what he deems right and wrong. 

There was a long period during this self-discovery stage when he was known as the "Totem of Death." Quick to anger, baring rows of sharp shark-like teeth, demolishing cities as if they meant nothing, and carrying a torrential downpour wherever he walked like an ominous cloud. He had no regard for life nor the sanctity of nature. His sole purpose was to control what he deemed beneath him — little bugs that could be squashed if he so pleased (a sentiment that zie still holds into the SMP but far more concealed). Everything he loved was bound to dissolve in time, and he saw no purpose in trying if they would turn to dust in the end.

He did pause to consider other immortals, or those who had centuries to live — gods, deities, children born to rule, such as Eret herself. I like to think it was more of a curiosity that rose when Foolish befriended Eret all those centuries ago. He was swimming in red while she watched on with milky white eyes. Call it admiration and mutual companionship, but Foolish did become somewhat of a guard-dog to Eret all that time ago. If anyone spoke out of turn to her, lightning struck, and he was first to snarl that they treat her with respect. If anyone got too friendly, he was a looming threat behind her, bristling and poised to protect whom he deemed his only friend. 

Somewhere along the line, the Wither Cult grew, creating too much carnage for Foolish to feel safe with Eret leaving his sight. Sure, she could protect herself, but Foolish is nothing if not worrying over those he dares to hold dear. It's unclear what their last straw was, but zie and her eventually raised the cult to ashes; thus marking the beginning of Foolish's mellowing out. Traveling with someone with a taste for beauty led to Foolish beginning to find more time to stop and smell the roses. He began to take up hobbies of artwork, relishing in how art was timeless and he didn't need to worry about it crumbling when he could immortalize it through such a delicate process.

Somewhere along the line, the two separated, though Foolish would hardly sit around and mope. He met others, creating... well, his own version of a cult if you tilted your head and squinted to read. Villages he used to destroy began to offer up wealth in turn for protection or monuments built by a demigod. Building was so much easier than massacring the innocent. It held more beauty — it was soothing. With an eternity to hone his skills, Foolish was soon creating structures inconceivable to the average person with a smile and a much happier stance.

Of course, he kept this attitude when he came to the DSMP. It's a conscious choice, as I've always seen Foolish as the type to record his own history. It's all along the walls of his Summer Home, written in tattered tomes deep within his temple, expressed through the sculptures and paintings littering his halls. He remembers everyone who's meant something to him, their lives — if they've been revived, then where they are now, who they are now — zie even takes the time to tend to their portraits hidden in his horde of wealth as if careful hands didn't already protect them.

Sometimes he has brushes with his anger and resentment towards mortals, calling them ants under his shoes or warning them not to piss him off. Sometimes, he laughs off his knowing looks — playing it off as if he doesn't know something is wrong or as if you had duped him. He's smarter than he gets credit for; it's hard to tell when he's genuinely ignorant of something or if he's putting up a front not to pressure information from those who might never be ready to share.

That's why when he meets up again with people like Eret, Foolish insists they know each other. He brings up details that he vividly remembers despite the confusion... and then drops it—laughing and agreeing that he must be confused, too. Maybe they should get some rest. And then he never mentions it again. His memories are very much intact (rereading your own experiences repeatedly makes recall so much easier), and his feelings are still very much real... but he knows he doesn't have the luxury of connection. He will never last in another's mind for as long as they do his... and he's okay with that.

Does he regret what he's done? To an extent. He doesn't remember the faces of those he's hurt, nor does he try to recall those events with anything more than gritted teeth and a hard chuckle. He has grown and changed. He sees no beauty in morality, but rather in the immortality he can craft. It gives him everything he was missing back when he was wild and reckless. Besides... he can atone for what he's done by being a good person now. He can sacrifice for mortals, and he can offer a gentle thumb to rub against their cheeks in times of need. It's sort of like during Sam's Warden Arc, where everyone felt like they were turning their backs on Sam, blaming him for every wrong they could possibly get their hands on— Foolish was the only one to remind him that he wasn't alone. 

"Don't bear this burden alone, Sam."

"I'm here for you, friend."

Foolish has worn many faces: Totem of Death, Demigod of the Sky and the Sea, and Totem of Undying, yet none of them will ever be entirely accurate. He's grown too accustomed to being what is needed in the fleeting time he enjoys with companions and their lives. Foolish will always cherish the past, but he's come to adore the present just as much.

Did I ramble a lot more than I thought I would? Yes. But THEN AGAIN, it's been literal months since I've gotten to ramble senselessly about my goofy goober. It turns out that I have no sense of what the word "brief" means....

#﹛a taste of immortality﹜ foolishgamers - asks #﹛the art of divinity﹜ foolishgamers - drabbles/headcanons #Anaheim — ooc rambles #dcathbook

[acrylic-reverie]

🖋 (I should have sent this before the headcanon thing but it's fineeee)

🖋 Potential Dynamic Ideas | Plots Meme

You're totally fine!! Throws my dynamic ideas at you... mostly DSMP! I'd love to hear your thoughts and preferred combinations too if you'd like to share :D

Rivals Duo ✦ I need more of them!! Gimme the friendly/competitive rivalry, or the enemies with a common goal trope. Times where they have to cooperate and times where they want each other gone -- I'm not picky! I just love the silly dynamics where they're always trying to be better than each other, as if they aren't the best of the best already. ✦ Bonus points if they finally come to understand each other's worth instead of being competitive about it and start to work together instead!

XDNF ✦ We have a roleplay going on with these two already… But either way, they're one of my favourite pairings! I write about them an unhealthy amount and I'll always be delighted to throw them into more dynamics together. There's just something so fun about the relationship of a god and their favourite mortal; one of my favourite dynamics in general is when weaker characters get their hands on a power that they shouldn't have. A mortal learning the consequences of messing with divinity… A god stooping to the level of humans and trying to learn their customs… You literally can't go wrong with this duo.

Canon Deities ✦ There is so much creative freedom with the gods of the server and I'd love absolutely any dynamic involving them! XD and HD, a little bit of Mumza sprinkled in there, even PandasPVP who I'd consider to be a pretty rare muse! The hierarchy of the divine is not spoken about enough... I wanna see the side of them that they don't show to mortals. The behind-the-scenes of their creations, the true extent of their power, even the stupid disputes that they get into with each other.

Drunz ✦ I'm a recent lover of Drunz dynamics and I really want to look into them more. There's so much more to their relationship than what they show on a surface level, what with the fact that they both have egos too big for their little human heads and share a common goal of experimenting with the revivebook. I just know there's darker stuff going on beneath it all because they're too willing to sacrifice for each other... you can't tell me they aren't crazily close to each other. ✦ The angst hits really hard with them, too. Give me all their selfishness within their relationship whether it's romantic or platonic, give me the unintentional hurting because they care too much about their goals to think about each other until it's too late. And definitely give me tragic mistakes that force them into realising just how much they truly care, they're just not letting themselves express it. My sillies.

Awesamponk ✦ I feel like Ponk writers are super rare and I was really excited to see them on your muse list! I'm a sucker for c!Awesamponk's convoluted relationship and I haven't really been able to explore it much in the past. Everything about them is so messy and I love it. All of the emotions that they've had buried beneath the torture that they keep putting each other through... not even Pandora's Box and the Egg could properly tear them apart. No matter the situation, the AU or whatever, these two stick together like glue!

Owen and Oeca ✦ Crossovers aren't everyone's cup of tea, but if you are interested, I think a dynamic between Owen and Oeca would be interesting to explore. Oeca already has a strained relationship with the Owen from his universe. Meeting a second who has no idea who he is? There's so much potential there!!

#drowse ⋆ answers #dreaming ⋆ ooc #dcathbook

[aestheticalgardens]

JAMIE & WREN | THE ARTIST AND HIS OBSESSIVE BUNNY

Jamie: @dcathbook  Wren: @miiraclegarden 

#ashen's boards #aesthetic board #oc aesthetic #love #obsession tw #suggestive tw

[unfounded-daydreams]

continued from here || @dcathbook

Punz gives Dream privacy. They smile, yes, but they don’t stare. Eyes remain locked on the mask they hand him, and even after Dream takes it, they keep their attention lowered to the side. Only when Dream turns back around does Punz look upward. The shapeshifter pulled their hood over their newly replaced mask, but Punz doesn’t mind. He’s never been bothered by the boundary. Never felt like he deserved glimpses of Dream’s face, anyway. Regardless of whether Dream minds, Punz does. Punz always has. He would never cross that line without permission.

“I know I don’t have to, Dream,” they remind him with a laugh. It’s true. They don’t have to do anything they don’t want to. Even their reference to payment was nothing more than a joke — an attempt at lightening the mood with their crappy sense of humor. ‘You’re the one paying me,’ their mind echoes, ‘but that’s not all there is to it.’ It never really was.

They clear their throat. “Besides, I’m weighing the risks,” they continue. “This is worth it.” He speaks as though he’s made calculations. As though it’s a foolproof assessment. As though nursing Dream back to health is part of his job. Except, of course, it isn’t. And he hasn’t. That’s the funny thing about the way fae speak. They can’t lie. Punz means what he says, then, in a sense. This is worth it.

Just not logically.

In response to Dream’s question, Punz winces. “A lot,” they admit. They aren't even sure where to begin. The world’s changed in Dream’s absence, and not at all for the better. At least not in their opinion. So maybe, to narrow it down… “Anyone in particular you’d like an update on?”

#「hottest fires burn blue」﹒punz﹒ic #「midnight mysteries」﹒dream #「what i want from life」﹒canon verse #dcathbook #// hi hi! #// so nice to meet you and write with you!! #// let me know if you'd like me to make any changes to this :>

[listcners]

❓{Eret and Quackity for Wilbur}

"Brilliant" Wilbur replied without hesitance, smile on his lips. There was so much he could say about them, they were smart, kind, beautiful... He was often quite in awe of her. His smile left when the other was brought up. "Vindictive." He replied before shaking his head. "no, that's not right. Spiteful Is more like it."

#replies #temp tag: wilbur #dcathbook

[ask-tubbo-bee]

My tommy : @\stormtoof / @\mellohi-innit / @/alatibule @/forgottenmellohi

My ranboo: @\cranboojuice

I interact with others too as there are many like them... But these two these two are mine.

My other friends they arent only mine but i do rp with them!

Multimuse friends @ /siinphony @/file-fnd @/dcathbook @/rcvivalbook

@/alatibule @/perspectieven

[redcladremx]

Well well we’ll! Look who it is! I didn’t expect to see you around again~ {Cuteguy}

Remix's eyes narrowed, disc's at the ready, though he wasn't posed to fight just yet. "Yeah well. It's my city. I should be saying that for you." He huffed. "What are you doing here?"

#time for the remix: tommy #dcathbook: cuteguy #replies

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💭 + whichhhh of your muses are musically talented? Whether it be playing an instrument or singing? (Hello! ^^)

💭 Musical Talent | Headcanons Meme

Hi! Thank you for the ask, and thank you for reaching out. ♡ The last few days have been busy so sorry for the late reply 🫶 In order of most to least musically talented, here are a couple of headcanons surrounding my characters' relationships/experiences with music! (Headcanons may vary & change in different AUs, but these ones apply to MOST versions of my characters.)

DSMP

George

George is usually the most musically talented of all my characters. They're incredibly experienced on the piano; you could offer them a piece of music that they've never seen before and they'd be able to read and play it with little practice, if any at all. More often than not, they're the display child of their family, hence their many capabilities such as instrumentation -- their piano-playing was just another way to show them off. They may be good at it, but they don't truly enjoy it, and it isn't a talent they like to flaunt when all it does is resurface uncomfortable memories. But the memories play an important part in the way that they play, too. No matter how much they loathe it, when there is such raw and miserable emotion coursing through them when they play, it makes their music sound all the better. They despise the piano.

Though sometimes, it feels freeing. To play out of his own free will instead of being forced into it.

That said, their relationship with music hasn't completely fallen apart! While picking up the drums was supposed to be out of spite, they quickly fell in love with it. George isn't as good on the drums as they are with a keyboard, especially as they have less time to practice what with how busy they've been getting as they've grown, but they certainly enjoy it more. There may be some mistakes here and there and the lack of perfection can be frustrating, but they're learning quickly!

Singing is something that they like to do privately. It's more of a hobby than something they like to properly practice, so they don't like singing in front of other people or even hinting towards the fact that they like to sing. However, working on their breath control led them to finding and testing out their now favourite instrument, the ocarina. It gives way for a lot of creative freedom because it isn't particularly popular, and it's difficult to find sheet music for it. It started George's spiral into writing music for themself (mostly for piece on the ocarina, but sometimes piano, too) and learning how to read music for other instruments that they don't play just for the fun of it!

Karl

Karl is a little all over the place with vir musical interest. Ve's the type of person to seemingly know how to play every instrument you've ever heard of; even the ones you probably haven't heard of. You'd think ve must have some sort of secret, hidden stash of instruments that ve messes with in vir free time, but ve doesn't actually own any other than a keyboard. That won't stop vir from trying to get vir hands on a friend's guitar just to play a song because ve feels like it, nor will it stop vir little remarks of, "*I think I still remember how to play that,*" when happening to spot an unusual or uncommon instrument. It's absent-minded, really, though it may come off as bragging sometimes.

Admittedly, they can only play basic songs with almost all of these instruments that they claim to know how to use. Maybe they can only really play Twinkle Twinkle with a harp, but they're sure it still counts, at least a little bit. They may not be perfect with every instrument, but it's difficult to pick just one to focus on when he impulsively changes his mind at the flip of a switch. Plus, Karl can't read sheet music, so 'learning' how to play instruments typically consists of fucking around until he finds the right notes and memorises it. It makes the process all the longer -- no wonder he gets bored and moves on so quickly.

Sam

Quite some time ago, Sam used to play the violin. It has been a while since then and although it claims to remember how to play it perfectly, it's pretty likely that a few years of separation from its instrument may have taken a toll on how well it plays. The thought of it does happen to discourage it from picking up its violin again, only extending the time it has spent away from playing. Aside from that, Sam is another singer with one of the better voices of all my characters. It has quite the range, and while it can reach notes high enough to be somewhere around the lower end of a Tenor voice type, it sings more comfortably as a Bass. Sam doesn't sing often; it's an unintentional hidden talent. The kind of thing that it'd never speak about unless specifically asked about it. Not even in passing conversation, or if somehow reminded of it. Getting roped into performing on the spot isn't exactly appealing.

Dream

Dream's interest for instruments doesn't run so deep. He's a busy person! He hasn't exactly had the time to sit down and dedicate his already thinning time to learning how to pluck strings the right way, or how to pair the right notes together to make a chord. Once upon a time, he found the idea of playing guitar intriguing and spent a little bit of time trying to learn. Being someone that typically likes to travel and adventure a lot, having a portable instrument seemed like a nice addition at the time. Maybe it was only a fantasy, to think about playing songs around a campfire, or filling a silent forest with plucked strings and strummed chords. Now, xe can only really remember the basics. Maybe a song or two if muscle memory can recall it.

While xe may not have much experience with an instrument, Dream has taken a liking to singing lately. It isn't something xe likes to brag about, although xe isn't shy about it either. There's definitely certain genres and areas that xyr voice fits better, given that xyr pitch range isn't too broad, but seeing as it's almost becoming a hobby... xe might start taking it seriously! The practical aspect, at least, not so much the theory. Ever since discovering his interest in singing, he's also become a little bit of a lyricist. His lyrics are something he considers to be more private, though.

Velvet

Since he was young, Velvet has taken and only recently stopped taking guitar lessons. His guitar and the music he plays with it is extremely meaningful to him; not being particularly well-off meant that he didn't have a lot of opportunities for privileges like playing music. As a child, his parents scrounging up enough to get him into lessons and, eventually, his own guitar almost seemed too good to be true. Ever since, it has been an interest rooted so deeply that he doubts he could ever fall out of love with his instrument. But sometimes, he dreads to think that he isn't very good at it. Something about reading the sheet music doesn't quite compute in his mind and he struggles to read it fluently, but given a little time and dedication, he can manage. Learning how to play new songs takes time, probably more time than it should for most other people, but he wouldn't dare give up something so important just because he's a little slower than everyone else.

Oeca

Oeca has absolutely no musical talent whatsoever. His musical knowledge is so poor that you'd think he's never seen nor handled an instrument in his life, and he doesn't have nearly enough voice control to try singing. It's almost to the point of others being unable to decipher what song he's humming unless you happen to recognise the (slightly off-beat) rhythm. Music has never really interested him. He finds it tedious to learn and memorise the way an instrument works and how to read its music; as I'm sure you can tell, Oeca isn't a patient person. One of the main reasons he finds it so frustrating is because he has no sense of tempo due to his impatience.

He might even be a little tone-deaf. Oeca struggles to differentiate pitches and is pretty much incapable of matching the pitch of a note when he's given one. It's one of the main reasons for his impatience with music; he just doesn't understand what he's doing wrong, when it doesn't sound wrong to him. He's very unaware of the fact that he's tone-deaf and just figures that music is unnecessarily difficult or meant for the naturally gifted. But that doesn't mean he doesn't indulge in listening every now and then. He likes music, he just doesn't like making it.

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Finley

Finley is a bit of a complicated case. Given that he has lived underwater for the majority of his life, he hasn't had access to human instruments -- not that they would work underwater, anyway. Woodwind and brass instruments wouldn't make a very appealing sound as soon as they get clogged with water, while strings and percussions would be dampened by the water. Not that it matters; he isn't interested in human trash that litters the ocean, anyway, even if it's something as interesting as an instrument.

That doesn't mean he has no musical talent whatsoever, though. There are alternatives underwater. It's very likely that Finley took up some sort of instrument created by his people, but after the presumed extinction of his kind, he doesn't like to talk about the past and that includes the culture. Any questions about his musical background will be shut down immediately... which does insinuate that he has something hidden, though he never intends to share it.

Emery

Emery is similar to Karl, in the way that they took it upon themself to learn how to play every instrument within their reach. Indulging in both the common and the unheard of, just to broaden their knowledge for the sake of having options for composition. They've always been enthusiastic about taking to the stage, particularly so at a younger age, and found an interest in the different sounds that instruments can produce because they wanted to create a piece for themself. A themesong, if you will. Some sort of riff or leitmotif that would play whenever they're introduced onto the stage. If people are going to recognise them through a sound cue, they'd prefer it was one of their own! The only instruments that Emery tends to steer away from are woodwind and brass instruments. Their breath control isn't something to brag about and they prefer the sound of strings, anyway.

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