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crashional-thinker · 8 months

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i had a dream two nights ago about a society of robots that i (or maybe my oc) found myself in, flesh amongst a sea of circuits

the designs for these anthropomorphic robots were still decidedly humanoid, but still distinct enough to be visually interesting.

unfortunately, i don't remember many of them, or the encounters that happened to the dream protagonist, except for one of them:

i do not remember the name of the robot in question but i do know what they looked like and what happened to them.

their general color scheme was gray, with teal-blue and yellow highlights. perhaps about 6.5 to 7 feet tall, they had relatively spindly limbs with some exposed wiring. the digits of these limbs were fairly rudimentary and boxy, but still with five fingers on each hand, which were perhaps the most human-looking body part; the feet had two "toes" each. the elbows and knees had exposed servos and gears that would move as they bent those limbs.

most notably, they had a sort of "tv head", but it looked more like a computer monitor; it was not a flat screen, but instead a row of very thin lights that varied in brightness from being completely off to a light blue. they also had two long antennae off the top of either side of their head.

these lights seemed to supposed to be on by default, but for whatever reason, about half of them were in an inverted state, distributed somewhat randomly, so their "face" looked like a barcode. the lights would change in brightness (and between on/off) whenever they spoke, kind of like a futurama robot.

during my encounter with them, one of their legs had supposedly been destroyed, and they were next to a bench in the middle of a park, nobody helping them. the damage had rendered their other leg unusable, so they were sort of sat there defeatedly, staring at the exposed wires, occasionally sparking.

i stumbled upon them and offered my assistance, to which they begged for a replacement leg. after scrounging one up, i managed to find one; didn't quite fit their color scheme, it looked more red, but it would work suitably and was the same size. after some hassle attaching it, their legs still didn't work.

the problem was a lack of electricity. to fix this, i grabbed a tazer and something metal to act as a conduit, attached one end of the conduit to their new leg and the other to the end of the tazer, and fired the tazer. the resulting shock had them faint, but after coming to, their legs were working again. they were overwhelmingly grateful and i stuck to them like glue for the remainder of my trip through the strange city i had found myself in

i think they even gave me a ride on their shoulders.

#dream musings #character design #i cannot draw at all let alone robots #i love them so much i'm rotating them in my head #and this sucks let them FREE

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thatswhatyoucall--adream · 2 years

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Because THAT photo isn't going to fuel throuple fires.

#dream musings #dreams fast car boys #precious lil human #Nortrell

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jaggedjawjosh · 2 months

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You asked for my trust, then marred it with betrayal, wondering why the faith was lost.

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ride-a-dromedary · 19 days

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Wyll reciting fairy tales he knows by heart to the children in Reithwin, and making up new endings each time they revisit to see if they catch him and were paying attention.

Wyll entertaining the tiefling kiddos with big, showy tales of castles and monsters and dragons and knights, all with nameless heros so the children can put themselves in the adventure.

Wyll having whole stanzas of poetry memorized that he can recite at any time, and often does under breath as he walks or swings his rapier in rhythm to keep time (he doesn't count his waltz, he *speaks* it)

Wyll dropping his favourite quotes from plays in casual conversation (and making some up completely on the spot, but they're so dead on you wouldn't be able to tell).

Wyll who could have been a poet, a playwright, a storyteller. Who *is* all of these things, even if it's not at the forefront of his being.

#BG3 Musing #Wyll Ravengard #wyll who is fanciful and dreamy and sees mermaids in his dreams even when times were difficult #wyll who was educated in high society!! wyll who has a grasp on rhetoric and rhyme!!#wyll should be in the book club!#just...ah #ahh!!

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nobodysuspectsthebutterfly · 2 years

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When I first met him... he was the most gallant of lovers. He knew so many things. He delighted in sharing his knowledge. He had a castle full of treasures, and he took such pleasure in showing them, giving them to me. He was so gentle, and his skin felt like white silk against my skin. And I gave what I could give to one such as he. When we made love, it was like a flame: I felt utterly engulfed, utterly loved. Treasured. I have been with many poets, many dreamers... but his love alone was ice and fire. His eyes were stars.

Calliope, in The Sandman #71, by Neil Gaiman

#calliope #sandman #the sandman #dream of the endless #dream #morpheus #neil gaiman #comics #quotes #favorites #sandman spoilers #not spoilers for the new ep as such but it's more-or-less spoilers for show-watchers who haven't read the comics so just in case #(although the most spoilery parts of her speech in that issue are not included here so no worries)#anyway i thought those who are thirsting over dream juuuust a little bit more today would appreciate this quote #it's a long-time favorite and the writing is beautiful so you can appreciate it even if you're not inspired by a muse so to speak #also i couldn't find it by googling at all? you're telling me nobody ever quoted this online before? what in the world

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hiding-in-the-vault · 2 months

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AND THIS IS DONE NOW.

They're all so normal and good at communicating and doing things

#dreblr #power trio #c!dream #c!sapnap #c!george #dsmp au #there will likely be no direct continuation since i follow where the muse takes me #thats how i dont get stuck ;p

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miyoriia · 5 days

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the opposite of mean is not nice but rather kind

to be mean is to not just ignore the feelings of others but to also using sincere unguarded moments as an opportunity to pass judgement

being nice is to do what's socially acceptable, whereas being kind is where you do it out of the goodness of your heart to have empathy and celebrate in sincerity

kindness begets more kindness, creating a kind world is possible and it starts with you and me

#catgirl dreams #musing of kindness...#semantics #i suppose

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atr3ldes · 3 months

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a small tribute to the wonderfully written ‘Hounds’ by @xx-vergil-xx

thank you for writing something so amazing for this fandom ))))

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ahli-stuff · 9 months

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The Corinthian: more than an object but less than a human and a wretched reflection of his creator

My obsession with the Corinthian is so funny because at first it's like ok. Cool. He's this gay serial killer nightmare with creator issues who's turns out to be a charming antagonist while he's pitted against dream and going about his nefarious plans on screen. What's not to love?

But then there's the next layer of oh...he has preferences and quirks and interests, but he's not a person enough to be a human he's a tool.. that's why he gets unmade in the middle of the street by his lord!! That he had a couple millennia of history with!! Because it's easy.. Dream has the blueprints, therefore remaking the Corinthian and editing out these faulty design aspects is pragmatic. It's efficient. It's less effort and way less emotionally taxing that trying to wrangle in your rogue creation and trying coax them back into doing their job. A human makes a mistake, you correct and reprimand them and offer a better course of action. But if your wrench rusts, you throw it away and buy a new one. It doesn't matter if it's your prized or even your favorite wrench, if it's been rusted to the point of uselessness, you toss it.

And the Corinthian, the agonized wrench, can probably only think: "Did I really mean so little to you?"

I think it totally fucks with his mind. The fact that Dream refers to the Corinthian as his masterpiece and yet he is still lesser in every form of his being—his agency is lesser in every form.

But you can't really blame Dream, can you?

Dream treats the corinthans agency like he treats his own—unnegotiable. For him, it has always been perform your function or die.

Dream: We are, each of us, born with responsibilities. Even I am not free to choose to be other than what I am.

And the Corinthian, in his own eye teeths, has performed his prescribed duty perfectly without hesitation or fail for thousands of years as well and worn as a well used knife—but he knows he can do more, so he does. Because if his function is to chase and slaughter in the dreaming, what's to say can't do it in the waking too?

Besides, in the waking, he's realer. More combobulated. More valued. If you're a mirror for long enough you start to crave a look of your own.

And oh, even with the thrill of newfound freedom, he loves his lord. He's eager for to give to him—to share with him—everything that's ever been dreamed of. In the Corinthians long, long, life he has only ever had his purpose and his lord and for a while that was enough, but his expectations evolve, he changes.

And that's really what dooms him.

Over the course of The Sandman you can see that looking deeper into Dream's ideology "perform your function or die" reveals one of the true themes of the sandman which is "change yourself or die." The Corinthian, whether intentionally or unintentionally serves as a mirror to dreams own character arc and the way dream treats himself.

Like how people put facets of themselves in their original characters, I think that in the corinthian Dream put a version of his own insatiable hunger; to break every rule, to run freely, to enjoy hedonistically. In creating the Corinthian as a mirror Dream unknowingly reflected a distorted face of one of his own buried desires—and i think he couldn’t accept that.

The Corinthian even calls dream out for it at the serial convention (even though he's advocating for murder) he's also jabbing at Dream's unwillingness to show emotional vulnerability and the cage he's built around himself.

Corinthian: Or you might actually feel something.

The dream the Corinthian knows he always cared exceptionally little for humans save for a select few, so what remains is this. Dream might've cared for the Corinthian, but he would unmake him, his prized creation, not for any moral justice, not for a personal slight, but for his rules and nothing else.

For the corinthian, who has spent years upon years upon years with his lord, fighting in his wars, chasing after his approval, pouring every ounce of love and loyalty to him—it stings.

And then there's this scene.

Dream: You're right. This was my fault, not yours. I had so much hope for you. But I created you poorly then.

This is the Corinthian, knowing he is about to die, spilling his frustration and spite to his creator for maybe the first and last time and trying, desperately, to make dream understand that none of this is fair (it's never been, for either of them. It's been the function and nothing else for an eternity but they could be happy.)

This is Dream purposely misinterpreting the Corinthian in the way that is guaranteed to hurt the him the most. Dream, with a writer's indifference, reduces the Corinthian's complicated desperate desire for freedom, rebellion, and his creator's love to his typo. Like a character’s grievance towards their writer, like a man’s outrage towards their god, Dream decides not to deign the corinthian with even the right to call his treason his own. He will not even let him have that bit of agency. No, Dream made the Corinthian wrong.

And then Boyd Holbrook does a phenomenal piece of acting here—he knows how to play evil and charming so well but the Corinthian’s vulnerability is so starkly on display it feels like a knife.

And when you imagine he is about to burst into bloody tears and anguished final words, this is how it ends: they leave each other cruel and jagged, because the corinthian will not end pathetic and he will have the last word.

The Corinthian: I am only sorry I won’t be here to see Rose Walker do the same to you.

The first Corinthian never gets a happy ending.

I don’t think there’s any universe where he doesn’t bite more than he’s allowed to and there is no world where he can really be forgiven. As there is no universe where Morpheus Dream does not stubbornly tie himself to his function and hurt himself and those around him with his pride.

In objectification and the inability to change, they exist as wretched mirrors of each other: The first Corinthian, sick of his function and executed for abandoning it, and Dream, unendurably tired, taking his sister's hand in his when he can no longer bear to perform his duty.

#sandman spoilers #this is literally just me going on a long winded and poorly organized tangent 😭#the sandman #the corinthian #dream of the endless #corintheus #character analysis #musings #long post

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leonardospoetry · 1 year

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This one was inspired by a dream I had.

#mystery #poetry #poem #poets #quote #musings #dreams #revelation #literature #books #original

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thatswhatyoucall--adream · 2 years

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If Lando is on a Vespa, who is getting Max and Luisa there?

#dreams fast car boys #precious lil human #dream musings #literal angel woman

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jaggedjawjosh · 1 month

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Sometimes, the hardest battles are the ones we fight within ourselves, wrestling with demons that only we can see.

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jun-hug · 6 months

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#GNFWEEK day 2 ☆

#georgenotfound #gnf fanart #GNFWEEK #patches my muse #patches my queen #patches #patches fanart #dream fanart #doodle #gnf #jun arts

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neochan · 5 months

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#forever and always my muse #haechan #nct dream

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virgils-muse · 4 months

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LISTEN TO ME. LISTEN TO ME. READ POETRY, GO TO THE THEATRE, DRAW AND DRAW NO MATTER HOW BAD IT MAY LOOK. PUT EXTRA HONEY ON YOUR CHEESE AND IN YOUR TEA. LOVE OPENLY AND LOVE QUEERLY. CRY LIKE A HOUND AND LOVE LIKE THE SUN. SMILE AND LAUGH AND PLAY AND SCREAM. KISS YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR WITH YOUR MOST EXPENSIVE LIPSTICK. TRACE EVERY CURVE OF YOUR BODY AND KNOW IT’S YOURS. IT’S YOURS. THAT LOVE IS YOURS.

#vex sings to the muses #vex screams incoherently about stuff that came to him in a dream #fav of mine

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justinepush · 6 months

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the artist and her muse...

HAPPY JACKUNZEL MONTH!! Maybe it's still October 31 in some parts of the world BUT IT'S OFFICIALLY JACKUNZEL MONTH HERE 🎉🤩✨

@jackunzel-time

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