#dream boredom

[girldewar]

the vision so far

#if anyone has an image that fits with 'boredom is the dream bird that hatches the egg of experience' i will take it bc. need #bees speaks #or a better impish kirill image

[m-to-z-andbackto-m]

You know while I experience my Satan's waterfall, let's vaguely talk to some skeles about it because they're my little comfort demons.

Probably would prefer you don't read more if you're uncomfy with shark week but to me, screw the taboo, it's natural, no one should have to be ashamed of it >:(

First scenario because I dunno about doing this with the bad sillies, lemme know if ya want some

~~~~~~~~ Scenario One: The Stars ~~~~~~~~

I sometimes hang around The Skeles ™️ for no particular reason, it's fun, but this week...

"AH FUNK MY BACK" *Dying while laying on the couch*

"Is... The creator okay...?"

"No clue, let's ask her"

"Human creator are you okay??? Are you wounded???"

*Laying on stomach, buried face in arm rest* Muffled: "No, No, I'm fantasti- IIICK SHGD GOD I'M IN PAIN"

"Where???"

"Why???"

*Both look at him*

"No, actually" *Lifts head up* "Valid Question-"

"Really-"

"Okay... Why are you in pain, Creator...?"

"???"

"Uhhhhh, let me phrase this in the worst way possible..." *Sitting Up*

"O...Kay...?"

"... My insides are spilling out. :')"

"WAIT- WHAT???"

"Relax this happens every month and only lasts a week-"

"THIS IS NORMAL???"

"Is it... A human thing...???"

*Instantly Piqued Interest*

"Human... Female Thing."

"???"

"I am so glad I am neither of those things-"

"Ink!"

"No, no, valid, I wouldn't wanna be me neither"

"Humans are very strange, fascinating? But Strange-"

"You Said It"

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I kinda imagine they get fully educated and they (mostly Dream and Blue) are very supportive and probably provide any FAB human friends they have with extra assistance/comfort.

Like imagine Blue buying one of those electric heating pads (I have one, helps with cramps) and offering pain killers and Dream is just trying to make 'em extra comfy because he's just a gentleman like that (When. When he has the time that is-), Ink probably practiced making the hygiene products for a while 😭

THE BEST PART WOULD BE LIKE. THEY DON'T MIND IT AT ALL LIKE- "Taboo? It's a natural process like taking a piss, tf you mean taboo-" HJRGDYFSK 🫶🫶🫶

#Period RP(???) #sans #sans au #star sanses #ut au #utmv au #ut aus #utmv #boredom #drabble #female #dream sans #ink sans #blue sans #swap sans #undertale au #au sans

[acircusfullofdemons]

Having a paracosm for 7ish years has spoiled me. Trying to not only start but keep a new paracosm going is just. insanely difficult. who are you people what is going on why am I here. all boring answers till everything gets some real development i hate it so much.

#paraportal #system: eternal labyrinth #system: dream a little dream of me #decided to start fleshing out my secondary paracosm universe. which doesnt have a lot going for it #its basically just the scraps of whatever i couldnt fit in eternal labyrinth somehow #like yeah brain...a shitty r0tg rewrite fanfic/au will save us from boredom. sure. why not. #i mean ive had morphues for a while so its nice to put him in action again (same w cloud). #and harper seems cool so far i guess #idk my cosms have v broad concepts (phanta - video games / maac - superheroes/comic books / ff - fairytales) #and daldom is dreams . so far. so i just gotta figure out a way to work w it #maybe add some scifi since i dont typically do that kind of stuff #this'll probably just be like. the opposite of what i typically do/like. just to add some spice yknow.

[j-august]

"I live in an apocalyptic dream. My steps fit into it so precisely that I fear most of all I will grown bored reliving the thing so exactly."

Frank Herbert, Dune Messiah

#quote #quotation #Frank Herbert #Dune Messiah #apocalypse #dream #boredom #Paul Atreides

[gailynovelry]

More highlights from the next Heralds of Rhimn book;

“On fire,” Lethea observed. “Whoo.”

Lethea is still the best bird.

#Heralds of Rhimn #context; remember Meparik's dreams? #yep! this is Lethea's response to (spoiler) #Talimour catching on fire #also Lethea is a good crow and still periodically complains of Dying from boredom and discomfort

[acknowledgetheabsurd]

Darling, I stop for a moment the reading of the Young Girls in Bloom which took up my whole afternoon, to come and complain a little in your arms - Cabris' letter carrier is being too mean to me and I am beginning to find that there are too many Sundays in the week. Unfortunately, these days of famine present themselves, of course, at the time when I am most hungry and I begin to wonder if the order having been changed I would find a morning in the week when I feel satiated enough not to have the physical need for a letter from you.

So, I try to resign myself and continue to wait a little more in the wave than I do when your well known and well hoped for words come to me at each awakening to bring me a bit of your real life, of our real existence so far away already that it sometimes seems almost unimaginable to me. This, of course, to a certain extent! This morning, I stayed in bed until 1 o'clock. I opened the door and let myself daydream a bit bitterly - I had had a bad night - about absence and its "inevitable" consequences. I wondered if you were not tired of all this profusion of words that we are obliged to put between us and that after a while end up in the end by tiring the writer, thus removing the desire to write them.

So I began to judge for myself and when I thought about some of my letters written in the evening, in tiredness, in boredom, in emptiness, in a kind of unreality, with the only goal of telling you that I need your presence and to let you guess that your presence alone would bring me the energy necessary to write this need of yours, at that time I decided again, as I did before your departure, to send you two or three letters a week - short accounts of my days - and to demand only two or three from you as well.

But that's it! Since then, the hours have passed and despite all my inner struggles to refrain from coming to tell you words, words, words, I succumbed to the idea of going to the end of the day without having answered, at least to me, to your silence and especially to the thought that your Friday would be detached from me. But I am confused. The influence of Proust is beginning to weigh on me and I can no longer dream quietly in my bed, without seeing the images of him enclosed in bouquets of flowers in the curtain of my room.  It's so awesome! ah! my love.

Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, February 1, 1950 [#162]

#albert camus #camus #absurd #absurdism #maria casares #correspondance #love letters #love #daydream #words #judge #boredom #emptiness #tired #struggle #silence #dream #bed

[necropathys]

E (sharing a drink) for Dream and Error ? :0

Sharing a Drink

"I'm so sorry about him." Dream couldn't help but apologize again, handing over the drink he had purchased for the other carefully. Trying his best to move slowly, as to not accidentally brush hands in the exchange.

Error rolled his eyes, "I'm only accepting this because I'm not dumb enough to turn down hot chocolate from Fluffytale. I told you already, it's fine."

Dream pursed his lips, opening his mouth to retort but Error cut him off. "You act like I haven't been dealing with Ink's bullshit for longer than you've been alive. I mean it."

The Guardian squawked at the assertion, but couldn't refute this. To realize Error was so much older than him was strange, considering how much he acted like an absolute child.

Dream fidgeted with his own drink, still feeling an odd heaviness in his chest that wouldn't translate to anything tangible.

Guilt, if he had to guess. But he wouldn't ever know for certain.

"It was still... an awful prank." Dream cringed at the memory. Error's resulting crash had been distressing in its own way as well. "That was crossing a line." Or two.

"It was shitty, but Ink has always had a fucked up sense of humor." Error shrugged nonchalantly as he appeared to savor his beverage, eyes shutting blissfully as he appreciated the sweet drink.

"T-that's—!" The Guardian sputtered.

Error raised a brow, opening his eyes to regard Dream for emphasis. "Did you forget last year's Christmas Party already? Putting his pink paint in after Swap had already spiked it?"

"Well, that's..." Dream winced at the reminder.

Error snorted. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

#i wanted them to actually physically share a drink but i cant actually control what i write lol #i feel like dream would constantly be apologizing for inks behavior #feeling responsible for the crazy stuff he'd do out of boredom #“but i should have stopped him!” he says #knowing he cant actually control ink in any meaningful eay #and error would roll his eyes at the gesture

[capricorn-ascending]

every godforsaken race weekend since 2021:

#can i have ONE RACE without pain misery and/or boredom #just one!!! #f1 #dutch gp 2023 #this sport is a fever dream

[dreamsicle262]

im bored and need enrichment in my enclosure (<- mutual interactions)

#dream's textposts🖋️ #i don't care how you do it just help with my boredom #it's been like this for about a week now. chronic boredom isn't fun

[13eyond13]

I FINALLY HAD A DREAM WITH LAWLIGHT IN IT

#this has been a bucket list fandom thing for me for SO LONG you don't understand #ok so what the dream actually was: #the writer of coexistence is boredom returned to the fandom to write another lawlight fic that was being published in a zine or something? #but i also was sitting next to them at a table irl and able to tell them how much i love their writing and they were Iike ohh cool hahaha #so the story they were writing was super interesting and i wish i could remember exactly what it was but #i think it was sort of like a squid game death note crossover type thing #i wish I could remember it better but all i remember is that plus that #the writer was like 'i am a parent of twins now so i am going to give lawlight twin babies based on my own kids' or something #anyways i feel like i can finally check this off my fandom bucket list after years of just never ever having death note dreams #p

[unhonestlymirror]

Being in a fandom about countries' personifications and not drawing politics must be so boring

#like yeah vyshyvankas are nice but where is Ukraine doing stuff and interacting with others??? #where are my conflicts and solutions??? #where is Latvia dreaming of beating Canada in hockey??? if you think it's offensive you're probably an imperialist #i would die of boredom if i drew countries only in their national clothes like they're some kind of British museum exhibits #hetalia

[spark-circuit]

late night (early morning?) thought but my god I love the foreshadowing/lampshading in Not For Broadcast's script. like it's one of those things where you're not really going to see it coming at first but if you've already seen the entire plot and are rewatching it, they clearly point between it and the player like "eh? eeeeehh???".

example in that The Heatwave's final segment looks like it came out of almost nowhere on a blind playthrough unless you're paying attention to the other screens and reading the subtitles, but looking back at the other screens in Rushes afterwards (and also for previous days' other screens/Rushes, see The Election and The Silence), you can just see all the writing on the Advance-funded walls of the newsroom. the main plot of Advance vs Disrupt is good, but the National Nightly News and its casters is what really drives the story forward.

#not for broadcast #not for broadcast game #spark talks about nothing of relevance #don't mind me i'm just obsessing over niche video games again #sometimes a gcse drama film festival knockoff being broadcasted and edited on live air alongside political war #is something that can be SO personal 👏 #left plot points intentionally vague to avoid spoilers #jeremy donaldson #is the only REAL motherfucker out here and i respect this fictional man SO MUCH #edit: ALSO - yes this was in a coma dream but @ the lockdown: #Jeremy's face when the psychic starts talking about the events of The Heatwave? #that's boredom -> hey what the fuck -> WHAT does this lady know about me -> UHHH #alex winston saw Jeremy and really said that man's gonna be in a Situation soon #putting aside the coma dream thing: jeremy knows how frustrated he's been with work since The Election #he probably saw what was coming too and tried to brush it off and deny it but nah! #you're in dystopian britain mate and you HATE it!!!

[invincistorchbearer]

I was uncomplicated guy. Until I met her. Don't remember her age nor mine at that time. She was cute. I was nasty. Stormy walkouts. We'd seen it all. Yet nothing changed at all. And then I woke up...

#my dreams #sillyme #boredom #her #ok and

[immortalpheus]

CW: this blog will contain heavy themes of sacrificing, death, derealization and possibly more. proceed with caution.

THE MANOR HELD BUT A QUIET HUM OF THE CICADAS OF THE NIGHT THRIVING OUTSIDE AND THE CREAKING, OLD FLOORBOARDS THAT SEEM YET TO HAVE BEEN REPLACED IN PRESUMABLY A LONG WHILE; WITHERING WITHIN EVERY STEP ALONE, AS WITH THE SHELVES AND WINDOWS. FOR AN AREA SO WILLING TO “GUESTS” FROM HERE AND THERE, IT DOESN’T SEEM TO BE CARED FOR WITH A GREAT DEAL OF EFFORT - IT SEEMS OUR HOST HAS OTHER THINGS TO ATTEND, CERTAINLY IMPORTANT, NO?

THOUGH THE AREA, EVEN WITH THE HINT OF THE MOONLIGHT, REMAINED TO BE SHROUDED IN MURKINESS, A WOODEN DESK WAS ILLUMINATED BY THE BRIGHT GLOW OF A CANDLE AND A THIN PAPER SITUATED ON IT; AS WORN AS EVERYTHING ELSE IN THE ROOM, THE WORDS WEARY AND DRIED LONG AGO. 

LET US TAKE A READ.

GREETINGS.

I AM IMMORTAL BUT IF IT MUST BE SPOKEN, THE ONE I ONCE WERE - “ORPHEUS”, THEN DO AS YOU MUST. I ONLY WISH TO ACHIEVE AND ATTAIN A SOLE THING WITHIN HERE, THE PLIGHT OF IDENTITY IS BUT LITTLE FURTHER THAN TO IT. 

THUS, DO NOT MAKE ME BEAR IT; MY MIND MUSTN’T LET TIME TAKE AHOLD OF IT THE NEXT.

ABIDE TO THE RULES OF THIS PLACE BUT NOT TO “LIFE”, I MAY SPEAK TO YOU THEN.

SPACED BELOW THE MESSAGE ARE WORDS MORE CARVED; AKIN TO A PRECISE SCULPTURE, CHISELED AWAY AGAINST THE PAPER. NEXT TO THEM, A SHARP EYE THAT BEHOLDS AN ALMOST DANGEROUS GLINT ALONE IS ILLUSTRATED, BOXED WITHIN CORNERS - A “SIGNATURE” FROM THE WRITER.

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V. WHAT TRUTHS DOES YOUR MIND SOUGHT FROM THE ONE WHO LIES AND WILL DO SO ALL THE SAME AGAIN?

IN THE DARK SUBSTANCE, THERE WAS A MESMERIZING THING WITHIN THE WORDS; SUCH SHOULD ONLY BE NATURAL WITH A WARNING THAT FAR FROM FELT LIKE THE HISSING OF A SNAKE BY ONE'S EAR, THE VENOM AWAITING-- INSTEAD, A PHANTOM GAZE FALLS UPON THE READER WHO CANNOT ACT AS OUTLIER, THE DARK BIRDS OUTSIDE CAWS RINGING AGAINST THE MIND.

...

SUCH ODDITY, THOUGH THE WRITER HAS PLAYED THEIR PART, THE PAGE CANNOT HELP BUT SEEM INCOMPLETE, AN ENDING UNFINISHED TO A RIGHTFUL FRUITION. TEMPTINGLY, A QUILL REMAINS NEARBY THE PAGE AS ITS COMPANION, SUBMERGED IN A SMALL VIAL OF INK THAT SEEMED TO BE ENDLESS. 

GO ON.

IMPORTANT / GENERAL INFORMATION REGARDING THE AU.

#( new pinned :) ) #(quill dipped in ink. ask answered) #(bonds of family. anonrydice) #(mod waves. ooc) #(home is where the heart is. homesick) #(the cards dealt. highroller) #(sins of father. hollow) #(of restless dreams. orfeo) #( welcome to this au from the boredom of wait time. it’s a bit wild . ) #identity v askblog #idv askblog #identity v orpheus #idv orpheus

[rongzhi]

English added by me :)

#玫瑰女人 #douyin #video #tiktok #hmmm this triggered a fever dream like recollection of a barney & friends segment from one of the old vhs tapes i used to watch #where those twins were doing a weird dance in front of a fake mirror for like a bajillion hours #i was so stupid as a kid i never realise i could fast forward past things i didn't like #the first time i used youtube when i was like 10 or so i clicked on some 'hey there delilah' parody video that was like 8 minutes long #and i hated every second of it but for some reason it never occurred to me to turn it off #look i don't remember a lot of my youth but the things i do remember are hellishly boring #which me and my sister realised a few weeks ago actually when we were talking about a trip from our youth #and she was remembering all these interesting details about things we did on the trip and where we stayed #whereas the only thing i remembered was this long ass sidewalk next to a big white wall we had to walk along to go up a hill to the hotel #and also when we were visiting some decrepit abandoned cabins in the middle of nowhere.....the long ass drives in between each fuckin cabin #where i was half awake half asleep in the car and it was so hot and then we'd get out and just stand around squinting at dusty wood fences #the theory we settled on is that i don't remember shit except for the torment of boredom bc those things were so repetitive and extended #that my brain had no choice but to remember at least part of the experience #anyway time for bed methinks