buttrinthum | March 2026 TDM

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March 2026 TDM

Garden of Dreams

Whether it be sleep or death, you feel your eyes close, and as your body begins to let go, you see an inky starry nothingness spread out around you. You feel yourself mouth the words, “I wish, I wish..” and utter your deepest and darkest desire.

When you regain consciousness, you’ll find you are in an unfamiliar place with no recognition of how you arrived here. You have the clothes on your back, but nothing else. No weapons and if you had a particular superpower, you’ll notice it is missing. All you have is a satchel with a piece of bread, a vial of water, and a potion. The potion could be red, blue or golden. There are no instructions about these potions other than two words: Drink Me.

Will you drink it or not?

Though there is nothing to prove it, you just know you have made a promise, a contract of sorts, with something and someone who remains but a shadow in your memories.

💐 Water Lillies - Perhaps it's because of all the rain in the garden this month causing puddles and ponds to form in the lower settling land of the garden, but water lillies have grown abundant in the garden this time of year. Those who touch the blooms or tumble into the water the lillies are occupying may find themselves feeling intensely embarrassed about all manner of things (NOT just falling in the water, if that's what they've done!). These effects will last for a few days, but afterwords affected dreamers may find themselves inclined to seek out those that they met while under the effect to clear matters up.

🌸 Hyacinth - Those in the garden this time will hear laughter ringing throughout the garden and its all because of the rainbow toned Hyacinth growing right now. These flowers make particularly striking flower crowns and locals desire them for decorations, so it's highly likely that those interacting with these flowers could find themselves struck by laughter, but also the whole experience leaves those who hear the laughter infected by playfulness and joy as well.

No matter your adventures in the garden with its many plants, before long you are found representatives from both the City of Stellari and Somnius. They seem interested in selling their city to each Dreamer that appears, so that they can choose where to begin their new life in this world more informed. No matter which side is picked should the new Dreamer choose, the basics are explained to them by their chosen envoy.

In the Distance

Dark storm clouds loom high in the sky above Visium. Locals warn that a storm must be coming, the likes of which they haven't seen in decades. In Stellari, the skies are clear, but word quickly reaches Seravo's Court that aid may be needed soon. Supplies are prepared, but before they can be shipped out...

Something mysterious appears off the coast of Visium's blue-sanded beach. It's an island, non-descript, too distant to see clearly. Immediately, the attention of Seravo's Court shifts.

Criers in the street begin spreading the word of a widescale operation to reach the island and investigate at all costs. The journey is suspected to be dangerous, especially given the storm rolling in; the responsibility of traversing the waters falls solely on the Dreamers. New or old, they're paid handsomely for their efforts with massive amounts of cords, but the assignment is hard to dodge, even if Dreamers aren't interested in the reward. Something compels them toward that island, an overwhelming longing that haunts their dreams at night.

With swimming and flying too treacherous over the churning waters, the Stellari government provides boat-building kits for pairs or groups of Dreamers to assemble together. These kits must be transported from Stellari to Visium through the portal, along with supplies to prepare for the incoming storm. Dreamers who wish to run supplies are given the gift of flight for the duration of the month to aid in their efforts. Those intending to cross the waters in their boats are given the gift of water-breathing in preparation for their journey. The boats take a couple days of hard work to complete, but the work is worth it. Dreamers building together will feel their bond strengthen, and may even experience overwhelming feelings of love, devotion, or obsession depending on how long they build for. They'll need this bond to make the journey together and at last step foot on the island they so yearn for.

Ships and Storms

Once the boats are built, Dreamers may set off in pairs or groups to reach the island. As expected, the waters are treacherous and turbulent, tossing the small boats around as they make their way across the sea. Storms well up and crash through the sky, sending downpours of rain that flood the boats and threaten to turn them into the sea. These storms also appear to turn Dreamers against one another, causing feelings of extreme mistrust and agitation.

What's more, Dreamers may encounter whirlpools that suck their boats down beneath the water. As soon as the current takes them, they'll find themselves swimming through a strange, dream-like realm where they can create almost anything through the sheer will of their minds. This effect only lasts a short time before Dreamers are spit out in the depths of Visium's Labyrinth, where they'll need to navigate their way out.

Mermaids also inhabit these waters, and they're among the most dangerous of the trials to face. They'll sing songs to the Dreamers that entrance and hypnotize them, provoking them off of the boats and into the water, where they'll attempt to drown and devour them. These aren't only a problem for those crossing the water - mermaids surround the shores of Visium as well, infest their lakes and streams, luring any Dreamer that will listen to their siren song closer to the water.

Meanwhile, the land is being flooded with a torrential, ceaseless downpour of rain. As the month goes on, it begins to look more and more like the sea is overtaking the land completely. Boats are soon needed just to get around town, and the same storms that turn boats in the ocean pit Dreamers against each other on land too. Even the whirpools appears, dragging more Dreamers into their dream-like depths.

The Island looms ever in the distance, but oddly, it never appears to get any closer. Dreamers may travel for hours or even days before they reach the Island, but mysteriously cannot turn back once they've started their journey. The little mound of sand in the ocean remains a small speck in the distance until Dreamers are suddenly running into the shore with their boats.

Island of Mystery

Even once Dreamers' boats are upon the Island's shores, it remains small-looking, entirely empty, just a mound of blue sand - still, they feel compelled to step foot on it. The moment they do, it changes.

The Island can be a myriad of things. Dreamers may find that they are suddenly in...

🏛️ A location from their home, though it is completely and entirely empty. Absolutely not another soul can be found. Items can't be taken, and few things can be interacted with. It's as if a place where a ghost, the Dreamers phasing through it.

🏛️ In a giant building, filled with breakable items, and tools with which to break them. The building is multiple floors and provokes the urge to destroy. Even the building itself can be destroyed. Dreamers are encouraged to rage here.

🏛️ The ghost of Vaeros' castle. This place is entirely empty of enemies, locals, or any signs of life at all. Items cannot be taken, and few things can be interacted with, but Dreamers are free to explore to their heart's content.

🏛️ The ghost of Seravo's castle. Unlike Vaeros' castle, some of these rooms remain off limits, but the Court can generally be explored as much as the Dreamer would like, though they cannot take any items, and few things can be interacted with.

🏛️ Lastly, the place they most consider to be home, whatever that may mean. While all other locations can be stayed in for as long as the Dreamers want, this option will only last a maximum of five minutes.

The Dreamers will only leave the island once they feel their longing has been fulfilled. The journey there was treacherous, but the journey back is underwhelming. The second Dreamers step back onto their boats, they are transported back to the shores of Visium.

Rain and floods continue throughout the month until one day, magically, the sky clears up, and everything is rendered exactly as it was before the Island appeared; the Island however, remains.

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Prompt Summary

GARDEN OF DREAMS

New characters all arrive here. It is currently raining, and the garden is full of ponds.
Flowers grow with various effects.
Hyacinth causes feelings of playfulness and the impulse to laugh.
Water lilies cause feelings of extreme embarassment.
New characters can be escorted out by envoys, and have the option of having the basics of the setting explained to them.

IN THE DISTANCE

Dark storm clouds loom above Visium. Locals foretell a massive storm.
An small, non-descript island appears off the coast of Visium.
Stellari sends boat-building kits to Visium and asks Dreamers to complete them and venture to the island.
Dreamers feel an overwhelming compulsion to reach the island.
Dreamers who work running supplies are given the gift of flight for the month.
Dreamers who traverse the waters are given the gift of water-breathing for the month.
Dreamers will bond through building boats together. They may experience feelings of overwhelming love, devotion, or downright obsession.

SHIPS & STORMS

The waters are treacherous and tumultuous.
Storms threaten to overturn boats and turn Dreamers on each other, causing mistrust and aggression.
Whirlpools may suck Dreamers and their boats inside.
Within the Whirlpool's current, the Dreamers experience a shared dream-like state where they can create anything out of sheer force of will.
Mermaids stalk the waters. Their song lures Dreamers toward them to be devoured.
Back on land, Visium is flooding under torrential rain.
Soon, even land has to be traversed by boat.
The storms, whirpools, and mermaids also exist anywhere where there's water - which is everywhere.
Dreamers trying to reach the island will travel for hours or even days before reaching it.
Dreamers cannot turn back once they set out for the island.

Island of Mystery

As soon as Dreamers step foot onto the Island, it changes into one of five things:
A location from home, but it is completely empty, and can be minimally interacted with.
A giant building, filled with breakable items and tools to break them with. Dreamers are compelled to destroy.
Vaeros' castle, but (same as above).
Seravo's castle, but (same as above).
Wherever the Dreamer most considers to be home, but only for a maximum of five minutes.
As soon as Dreamers get back on their boats, they will be transported back to the shore of Visium.
All damage reverts at the end of the event when the skies clear.

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Edited 2026-03-02 05:02 (UTC)

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Edited 2026-03-02 00:42 (UTC)

Over here

Right this way

1 - boats needed;

[Oda didn't volunteer, at first, to aid with the boat-building. He was focused on prepping Club Quartz for the storm. He's been staying there since the Cabana disappeared, along with Dolph Laserhawk, but even if that weren't the case, it's always the first place he goes when crisis strikes. He would have been content to stay there, having not yet laid eyes on the Island, but as the waters rise, it begins looking more and more like they're going to need boats just to get around town.

[So, he arrives at the beach in Visium, glances the Island in the distance. He's assigned a partner, given a hammer. The rain is picking up, the wood slick with it.]

We're going to have to move fast.

2 - traversing the water;

[Perhaps he should have expected it. After hours on the beach, faithfully crafting his vessel, all Oda can think about is the Island. It isn't long before he and his partner are in the water, tossed about by turbulent waves.

option a;
[He hears a song in the distance. A storm they've just passed through has calmed, the crashing and howling replaced by a soft melody, floating across the water. Oda sees her in the distance - a woman with golden eyes and flowing white hair, curling her finger in the air, beckoning him closer.

[Oda finds both hands clutching the side of the vessel, his body leaning low toward the water.]

option b;
[He sees the whirlpool well before they're on it, tries to warn his partner - but there's no use. The current begins pulling their boat in a circle long before they can row away. At least we have that water-breathing, Oda thinks, but will it be enough if they're pulled under the water and never find their way out again? He gives his partner a long, weighted look as they go down, swept into the current and thrown into...

[...a bizarre, blank white space. They're still swimming - Oda can feel the water passing over his body, but it isn't the ocean. He turns to his partner with a puzzled look - more look than he often shows.]

What do you suppose this is?

3 - bartending in a flooded quartz;

[Once Oda leaves the Island, he returns to the place he always returns to. He has long revered Club Quartz as a cornerstone of the community, a place that Dreamers can always rely on being open, serving drinks, providing shelter.

[So, he stands behind the bar in water up to his shins. This is where he stands now, instead of sitting on the other side. Jazz music softly floats through the dimly lit room. Anyone who swims in is given a towel to dry off with and a:]

What can I get you?

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((feel free to hit me with a wildcard, especially and island prompt since oda traversed the water and all that - I just didn't have any specific ideas, so I'm down for whatever anyone wants to do - will have a few closed starters for close cr below at some point - hmu on plurk at

pantheraliam or @ journal pm to plot :3b))

1 - boat-building;

[It's about halfway through building their boat that Sano realizes...

[The person sitting across from him is cute. Extremely cute. He's never seen someone so cute in his life. His cheeks go pink. He drops his hammer on his own foot-]

Fuck! Ow!

2 - visium aid;

[The Island is nice. Sure. Whatever. He dreams about it at night. Sure! Whatever! Who cares? There's an entire half of the population riding around in boats because their town is flooding - and plenty of others are going to the Island! He'll just wait to see what they say...

[In the meantime, Visium needs help. Sano uses the boat he built to row through the town, looking for anyone that can't swim, that needs higher ground, that can't fight the current.

[He offers his hand to them, shouting over the wind:]

Take my hand! I've got you!

3 - high and dry;

[Stellari is experiencing none of this weather. That's where Sano happens to stay. He and Kurahashi's apartment is small, only two bedrooms, but Sano doesn't care. If he finds someone in Visium who can't return to their house due to the flooding, he offers them a place on his couch - even hands them a blanket.]

Just stay here tonight. This storm will pass soon. It has to.

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((hit me with anything! I'll do island prompts too I just didn't have any specific ideas - hmu @

pantheraliam or by pm to plot :3b I'll probably have some closed starters below at some point too))

( His yell makes Basil practically jump where he's sitting, his heart racing. )

A-Are you okay?! Here--

( He reaches out then, a soft light shining on Sano's wound. It's a weak healing spell, but it's enough to stop any throbbing he feels. )

Does... that help?

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a. in the distance:

( He's had dreams of it – a chance to set sail and visit the newfound island. More than anything else, it feels like a premonition of sorts. But, of what? It almost feels like an omen of sorts, yet Pure Vanilla wishes to stay positive. Perhaps the calling is merely a chance for a new adventure.

And, sailing does sound exciting. In the past, it would have been a bit dangerous for him to sail anywhere, but as he is now, he can make the most of the opportunity.

He begins to look over the pieces of the boat before smiling softly at the person who's decided to join him. He may nor may not know them, but there's an unspeakable fondness that he feels all the same. )

Whenever a new opportunity to travel starts, I cannot help but think that I'm surprised! I did not think I'd have the chance to adventure at my age.

The instructions are luckily simple! I am ready to begin when you are.

b. ships and storms

( Pure Vanilla feels all-too-fortunate that he has his healing magic back, if only because of how treacherous the waters end up being. It feels strange that the more he works together with his partner, the more he ends up feeling wary of the other person. Despite that, he's been all smiles and kindness. Even if he feels distrusting, he knows that they must find a way to work together to get through this.

However, it's when the mermaids begin to sing and lure the other dreamer that he quickly reaches for the other person, a hand moving to their wrist – not too tightly, but enough to stop them in their steps. )

Please, you must not go! We must stay on this ship!

c. island of mystery:

( Whoever ended up traveling with Pure Vanilla will find themselves at a rather vibrant and colorful kingdom. There are flowers everywhere, but most noticably – there are white lilies decorating the kingdom in most places. And though empty and without life, there's no denying the warmth from it. )

Ah, this--

( Pure Vanilla smiles, though there's some nostalgia there. )

Although it is an illusion, I am happy to see home all the same.

d. Wildcard:
( Feel free to throw any prompt my way. )

[sometimes, when Pure Vanilla speaks so positively, it grates on Shadow Milk in such a way that his voice is like fingernails raking down a chalkboard. annoying. still, the Beast cannot push down his own enthusiasm. a new place to explore! Shadow Milk wishes to learn new things about this world, in an effort to simply... know.

for a while, he's been telling Dreamers that he's been trying to learn about this world in order to figure out how to get back to his Spire! now that he has most of his powers back, Shadow Milk has decided he's not feeling so desperate. why? maybe he doesn't really want to go back home, back to... whatever it was he was doing there. maybe he wishes to stay here and discover more about his new pals, and other worlds, instead of mulling over the secrets of Earthbread he already has mulled over numerous times.

still, he's not sure about building a boat on his own. that doesn't seem safe! he floats nearby, looking over the pieces before his eyes flick to Pure Vanilla]

You really think we can pull this off, huh?

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Drink me

[Blitzø looks the golden potion over and shrugs. Free booze? He hardly needs the instructions, all ready uncorking the mysterious bottle and chugging the unknown contents.

And fuck, whatever it is, it’s the best tasting shit he’s ever tried. Better than even Beelzejuice, if that’s possible.]

Shit- where do I get more of this?

Lilies

[Shit, shit, shit. Blitzø pats himself down manically. Not there. Not there. Where is it?? His chest grows tight and he trips over himself as he starts looking through the wet garden, falling flat and sliding down into one of the lily filled puddles.

Heat floods his face as he pulls himself out, dripping wet and scowling with embarrassment, half forgetting what he was looking for and he points accusingly at the nearest face.]

You saw nothing.

Flood

[Blitzø might be tall for an imp, but that doesn’t count for much when the water starts creeping up over the land. A rush of currant sweeps several of them away at once, and Blitzø struggles to keep track of which way us up, tumbling violently until his tail manages to catch hold of some large debris, curses half drowned out underwater. He barely manages to catch hold of another person as they’re swept by, struggling to be heard over the water.]

Is it always like this, or did I just get a really raw, fucking deal?!

Wildcard

(Happy to explore anything you want to throw at me. pm to plot if you like)

— Blitzy? Oh! Blitzy, darling, is that you?

[ The Prince’s airy, silken voice drifted over the water at the unmistakable splash — subtlety was never quite the imp’s strong suit. From above, bathed in moonlight, Stolas could see the faint flush dusting Blitz’s cheeks, and he found an answering warmth blooming upon his own. Truly, he was unfairly adorable when flustered. ]

My word... You do have a remarkable talent for making an entrance. Even in a pond.

[ Long, elegant legs waded forward with surprising grace, barely disturbing the surface before one hand extended, feathers shifting delicately in the night air. ]

Here — take my hand. Gently now. Are you harmed? You seemed rather... disoriented. And while I do adore spontaneity, I would prefer it without potential injury.

[ His free hand rested lightly against his chest as he glanced about, all four eyes widening just slightly. ]

Blitz... oh dear. Oh dear oh deary me... I do believe we may have crossed into the Human World. How thrilling. And mildly concerning. Please, do try not to set anything on fire, my love — at least not until we’ve assessed the situation.

<3

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For me? 🌹

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You're my <3 ♫ ♪

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_{[ please take a peek at his permissions and let me know anything i might need to know... his canon point is the final battle of route 0! also i am just sorry for him in advance.... ]}

01: garden of dreams (cw: nudity)

_{[ Just like always, he felt the numbing sensation of death flourish over him like a roaring wave, but he knew that once he opened his eyes, he would live once again. That was the name of the game. That's what it took to save humanity. To his surprise, though, he isn't greeted by the dull hum of machinery that echoed in their revival chambers of the Last Defense Academy, but instead, he felt that curious sensation that was still foreign to him: sunlight peeking through greyed clouds that warned of another impending storm. "Rain," was it? That's what it was called? Anyway, when he sits up, he realizes he's been dropped right into a shallow lily pond from the previous rainfall. Despite being misplaced, he seems completely calm about this and more upset that his uniform is drenched. There's a click of his tongue: ]}

Tch, for the love of murder..

_{[ He does what any (???????) person would do when their clothes are drenched.. he starts taking them off so they can dry. As a veteran exhibitionist, the first few seconds of this seem no problem, but the more that he's undressing, the more his face gets flushed, the more shy he becomes. By the time he's down to his fundoshi, he can't help it but feel some sort of shame. What would his mother think, seeing him like this!? Or his friends!? He hears someone in the distance, should he run and hide? No, he can't do that, is he a freak? (yes.) Instead, he turns to face whoever: ]}

O-Oh! Look at you, sneaking up on me! How cute.. did you want to take a look?

02: in the distance (cw: nudity, but plot twist it's your character)

_{[ So you've been building a boat with this guy, who oddly seems delightful and happy when he isn't saying or doing anything weird. It doesn't help that he is already quite obsessive, but this is a whole new level. Once his boat building partner is gone to take a break and use the public bathroom, he can't help but feel despair from being separated from them. It doesn't matter who it is on the other side of the bathroom stall, which doesn't have any toilet paper or anything to wipe with, a singsong voice will be heard on the other side of the door. ]}

I miss you so much~ won't you let me come inside and join you?

_{[ NOOOO. ]}

03: island of mystery (the somewhat normal prompt)

_{[ ok now that all that crap is out of the way....

Stepping foot on the island felt a little uneasy at first, but can you blame him? He's not really been on any sort of ship before in his life. Truly, the thing called "the sea" was amazing. As he steps off the boat, he does offer his hand to whoever is traveling with him. How.. gentlemanly?? ]}

Those people fish were delightful! Did you enjoy seeing them?

_{[ the, like, mermaids that were drowning and eating people??? yeah??? those delightful things??? is he ok??? ]}

[. . .

[Is he imagining this? Eren's dick is literally in his hand, attempting to piss. He can't do it with some freak outside the stall, chattering at him.]

Did you follow me?

eren you have been through enough you don't deserve this

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[ooc- I'm reachable on the game's discord or via Plurk at

styxbutterfly if you want to plan anything specific out! Journal DM is also an option but will be slower! I can also match tagging styles as needed!]

01: Birds in the trees sing that day| Boat building- supply delivery
[Having heard the criers and information shared about needing to provide supplies for building boats, Eilonwy has been quick to volunteer. It took her a few tries to get used to suddenly having flight magic, so your character might see her flying haphazardly a bit as she helps to bring the wood and other tools through the portal from Stellari to Visium. It's decent work, though, and eventually Eilonwy finds her rhythm. She'll wave to the first Dreamer or newcomer she sees and ask simply,] Are you building one of the boats? What do you need?

02- Island Travel- I got starlight| Whirlpool into the labyrinth
[ooc- Kind of keeping this vauge in a "yeah that did happen!" so it doesn't shore up (HAH!) against my other prompt. Eilonwy will end up in the labyrinth, even a Disney princess can't beat a whirlpool.]

[In between running supplies, Eilonwy has somehow found the time to build a boat for herself. It's large enough for two people, easily, but the trip towards the island has been, frankly, an enormous hazard. Between the pitch and toss of the waves and the constant rain and wind, it doesn't really surprise Eilonwy that the boat is taken by a whirlpool. She remembers going through a patch of white space and suddenly seeing two out of place things- A large plate of apple hand pies, and Taran's outfit on a dressmaker's doll.

Eilonwy wakes up in the labyrinth, and takes a long minute to get her bearings and her land legs before she starts to walk, trying to find a way out.]

03- Mystery Island- Old man trouble you won't find him| Damage/Break stuff room
[ooc- Kind of working with prompt 2 and hand waving "How did she get to the island itself?" She just did. Maybe she made the trip again and got through it, maybe she teamed up with your character! Dealer's choice!]

[It's weird, the room looks normal. The entire building does. A little ran down, sure, but not horrible. Looking at the turned over piles of glass, plates, wooden furniture, and other breakable items, Eilonwy looks to a row of tools hanging on the wall. The ones that stand out the most are safety goggles. Scratched into the wall next to it is a basic message: Protect your eyes..

She frowns, feeling mildly annoyed.] What an obvious message! Who wouldn't?!

04- Who could ask for anything more?| Wildcard
[None of those working for you? Contact me in the methods listed up there and we can hash something out!]

[ahhh~ a rage room? Shadow Milk may have heard of these, but he's never been in one before! he stands at full height, floating a few inches off the ground as he looks around. was this... someone's dwelling?]

People who don't know what to do here, I guess.

[he grins down at Eilonwy, pleased that she is protecting her eyes. smart girl! he better find a pair of goggles for himself, too]

Kinda looks fun, right? Though, I'll admit, I'm baffled at the idea of there being an island here and we're just meant to destroy it.

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[ooc- I'm reachable on the game's discord or via Plurk at

styxbutterfly if you want to plan anything specific out! Journal DM is also an option but will be slower! I can also match tagging styles as needed!]

01: And when I looked the moon had turned to gold| Boat building

[Criers are nothing new to Puck, and he even finds the weather a little entertaining for the first few days. But by the time the call for boats and help keep going out, Puck has decided to help out. Find him in Visium building one of the boats. He's even humming a little as he works, though, oddly, not using a lot of magic for the task. He lifts one of the wooden planks and sets it onto what's supposed to be the floor of the boat itself, and starts hammering it into place.]

02: Blue Moon| Heavy rain- umbrella merchant
[Boat work is temporarily put aside as Puck does put his magic to use in another way: making umbrellas for whoever needs them. It's not much to keep the rain off while navigating an entire new waterway, but it's the thought that counts, right? As Puck hovers above the water in Visium and zaps another blast of transformation magic at some stray papers he'd found to make another round of umbrellas, he tips his imaginary hat at whoever's watching.] Need one? No charge, but I can't promise fancy designs. It's more form over function.

03: I heard somebody whisper, "please adore me"| Visium- siren lure at the lake
[ooc: CW: Hypnosis is mentioned and applied temporarily to Puck]

[He's been too busy for most of the month to realize that things are also weird at the lake. Which makes sense, Puck has spent most of his time traveling between the urban areas. As he flies over the lake one early evening, singing reaches his ears. More curious than anything because of how easily it's carrying above the weather, Puck heads towards it and lands slightly away from the lake shore. A mermaid is perched on a rock, singing away but notices that Puck is listening.

And Puck, unfortunately, doesn't catch what's going on in time. As the magic hits, Puck finds himself wanting to do nothing but listen for a minute. His feet are moving before he realizes things.

As the mermaid keeps singing, Puck's hand rests near his waist pouch that carries his flute. He doesn't know why- right now the only thing he wants to do is get closer to the water. His gaze is slightly unfocused as he walks.]

04: A dream in my heart| wildcard

[None of those working? Reach out and let's plan something!]

[ It's sudden, consciousness' intrusion. The immediate, splitting pain in her skull as her fingers dig into the grassy earth beneath her, the rapid expansion of her lungs as she gasps for air, the violent whorl of color as she jolts, sitting up, clearly shaken by the memory of... a promise? She winces. Her head is pounding and her cold sweat isn't unfounded. Before she woke up here (Where... is here?), she was... she was in the bathroom with those youkai and that stranger, right?

But this -- and she turns her eyes slowly around -- isn't in the bathroom. It's a garden? (It's raining.) Maren scrunches her eyes shut. It's a garden and she doesn't see them. Doesn't... doesn't feel them, that murderous intent, that suffocating malevolence. She doesn't feel anything except the still splitting, aching pain in her skull, and it's almost funny. She'd dreamed of it happening. Prayed for it, even, but now that it has, she feels pained, sure, but disoriented, almost nauseous. ]

A dream..?

[ A pang. She instinctively reaches to grasp her lower left arm only to yank it sharply back, the pain radiating from contact with blackened skin in the shape of a child's desperately grasping hand. ]

So it did happen. Then where...?

[ Where is she? This couldn't possibly be inside the toilet. That place, it's supposed to be -- well, this isn't, so she isn't going to think about that. The place she is is obviously a garden under someone's care judging by the hyacinths nearby and... occupied if the distant laughter is any indication. Beside her, a satchel..? Her phone isn't in her pocket. The satchel has bread, an actual vial of water, and some kind of strange drink in a weird bottle? She gently places the objects back inside and concentrates on breathing slowly, steadily.

Hyperventilating won't do her any good. Neither will crying, not that she's about to. The corners of her eyes aren't beginning to well up with tears. (They are.) She isn't shaking, she's not! But she is and the swipe she makes at her eyes is half-hearted.

A quiet blubbering begins in the garden, tears masked by the rain streaming down her face. ]

1. ROOTS RUN FREE, ROOTS RUN FAST | CLOSED to SUO

KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH --

[ -- is the only warning a person is going to get that something, someone is running toward them with eyes scrunched tightly closed and a reasonably high amount of reckless abandon. That, and the audible footfalls, the occasional snapping twig. Yes, Maren is running like a girl possessed or in danger of being so after having turned to reply to a beckoning voice and seen... well, she's not sure what she saw. Her first priority was and remains getting far, far, far away from it. ]

2. INTRODUCTIONS AND A QUEST FOR AID | NETWORK: AUDIO | un: maren

E-excuse me!

[ It's a small, soft voice clearly attempting to speak up. A brief silence hangs in the air. Then, she continues. ]

Um, my name is Maren Uezawa. I.. I'm a new arrival? [ ... ] I was told I could speak to everyone using this phone, so.. can someone tell me where I can find a priest or shrine?

Th-thank you for your time.

[ Can a bow be perceived through audio? There's a definite bow before the feed is cut. ]

3. U(NCERTIFIED)P(ROFESSIONAL)O(RGANIZER)

[ Running supplies sounds to Maren like something she can do. Well, maybe not so much running the supplies, but organizing them so others can carry as much as possible to the intended destination safely and make fewer overall trips? She can definitely do that and falls easily into the task after one of the older suppliers realizes her talent.

There. Another bundle ready to go. ]

H-here you go. [ She smiles a small smile, pleased with her work as she gestures to the supplies she's readied for the next runner. ]

4. ISLAND OF MYSTERY

[ As the boat finally approaches the island shore, Maren, still safely seated, can't help her feet 'stepping' in place as the exact hue of the blue sand becomes clearer. She's relieved that they're about to reach their destination, of course, but it's the colorful sand she's wanted to get into her hands, then into the small bottle she purchased so she could take some back to the mainland for decoration.

That thought is staying previously outspoken concerns regarding the myriad of obstacles they faced to get to the island in the first place.

As the boat comes up to the shore, smart caution does rear its head alongside a little nervousness. The sand is so close, but, after everything they've been through, she won't be the first to set foot on it. ]

Wh-what do you think we'll find?

5. WILD CARD

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Garden:

[ 01. Arrival: ]

Darkness. Not the comforting velvet of his observatory sky — no constellations, no gentle pull of familiar stars. Just an endless inky expanse swallowing even the sound of his own breath.

"I wish... I wish..."

The words left him before he could temper them. A foolish thing, wishes. They so often have claws.And then — Air. Cool, foreign air fills his lungs as he awakens upon unfamiliar soil. No palace spires. No grimoire humming at his side. No magic crackling at his fingertips when he summoned it — oh.

Oh.

That is... deeply unsettling.

Stolas rose slowly, feathers ruffling as he took stock. The clothes upon his back, nothing more. A satchel — quaint. Bread, water, and... a potion? How delightfully ominous. Drink Me. Hmm, maybe not right now... No sigils. No celestial markings. No explanation. How terribly rude.

Glancing skyward out of habit and feeling an unfamiliar emptiness where his stars should answer. "...Well," he murmurs softly, smoothing imaginary dust from his sleeve. "This is either a grand cosmic lesson... or I have made a spectacular mistake."

[ 02. 💐 Water Lillies: ]

How treacherously beautiful.

Stolas merely brushed the bloom — just the lightest graze of petal against feather — and suddenly every ill-timed flirtation, every overeager confession, every humiliatingly lovesick sigh came rushing back with merciless clarity.

"Oh stars above — did I truly say that aloud?" He groaned and shook his head, cheeks burning hotter than any infernal flame. He feels exposed, laid bare without even the dignity of poetry to soften it. The pond reflects him, and he almost cannot bear to look.

And yet... "Closure is so rarely granted. I would rather face embarrassment than silence."

[ 3. 🌸 Hyacinth: ]

Oh.

Oh my.

The laughter begins as a distant trill — and before Stolas know it, it spills from his own lips, bright and unrestrained. It is intoxicating. Delightful. "I have not laughed so freely in... goodness, I cannot recall when." The Prince proclaims with a kind smile to whoever may be in the vicinity.

The colours shimmer like refracted starlight through morning dew, and suddenly everything feels lighter — the burdens, the longing, even his crown. Stolas finds himself wishing to twine the blossoms into a garland — perhaps place it upon someone else’s head, if only to see them smile.

"What a dangerous thing, joy, this is. It makes one brave." He'd always felt at home among either plants or stars, yet he'd always been cautious of humans, so the fact that his giddiness was making him more carefree than careful was quite concerning. Or, it would be once he'd sobered up? "Please, allow me to crown you. I think this would look rather fetching upon your head. You have such a noble brow after all." Speaking to whatever stranger happened upon him, utterly charmed.

In The Distance:

[ 4. The Flood, Ships & Storms: ]

The storm churned over Visium, dark clouds curling like velvet smoke, yet even their furious dance could not claim Stolas’ full attention. No... his gaze lingered farther, drawn to a strange glimmer on the horizon. An island, unfamiliar, unnamed, yet insistently calling, as though it knew his name before he could speak it aloud. It wrapped around his thoughts with a weight both intoxicating and inescapable.

Stepping closer upon a boat, the wind teasing his feathers and tugging at his coat, his voice escaped him before thought caught it. "Do you feel it as I do? Or am I alone in this... irresistible longing toward what lies beyond the waves?" The sea roared. Storms twisted the waves, whirlpools coiled like serpents, and mermaids’ songs teased at the mind. He shivered, not from cold, but from the exquisite thrill of danger.

"That island calls... oh, how it calls," he murmured, wings flexing, claws brushing the railing. "I can feel it tugging at something deep inside me, some craving I cannot name. Do you feel it too? That pull... daring you closer, whispering your name? Or will you cower while I dance with the storm.. and wait?"

He stepped onto the railing, precarious, utterly regal, tossing caution to the wind, and laughed, a low, lilting sound that mingled with the roar of the tempest.

Island of Mystery :

Once upon the island, the Prince was delighted to see a familiar building. His very own home. The doors of his palace swing open with a hollow groan, and Stolas steps inside... only to be met with silence.

The halls are cold. The scent of dust and decay lingers where laughter once lived. Octavia’s room—empty. His terrible ex-wife and her insufferable, creepy brother, nowhere. Even the plants, those verdant reminders of care, lie wilted and colourless, their leaves crumbling beneath his touch.

He lets his feathers droop, claws brushing over the marble floors. No imp servants peek around corners, no chatter, no mischief. Only the wind rattling the panes, and his own heartbeat, too loud in the emptiness. A hollow ache blooms in his chest, starless and deep. "Where...?" he whispers, voice trembling. "Where has everyone gone?"

A faint shadow trails behind him, silent but present — another explorer, drawn into the same haunting emptiness. He glances once but cannot summon the energy to speak. Finally, his shoulders sag, and with a dramatic sigh, Stolas pads toward the kitchen. Without ceremony, he climbs into the fridge, curling among the cold as he tosses the shelves out. "Perhaps... if I hide here long enough, the world will forget me, too?"

The palace remains silent, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the quiet, shivering sighs of a prince alone with his melancholy.

Wildcard.
[ ooc: please feel free to toss Stolas a starter if you don't like any of his! Or you can send him a misfired network text if you'd like? Open to plot, just toss me a pm and I'll go with the flow! ]

The usually boisterous imp is silent, trailing a ways behind Stolas. The haunting emptiness makes Blitzø feel like he's intruding on something deeply personal, the sort of emotional crap he usually does his best to ignore or avoid. Until recently, anyways.

He remembers running through these halls laughing, all those years ago. Remembers heaving himself up over the side wall in more recent years.

His footsteps are soft as he approaches the refrigerator, silently opening it up and shrugging off his jacket.

"Hey-" he breathes softly, taking Stolas' hand and giving a gentle tug to encourage him to climb out, "Let's get you out of there, come on- your feathers are gonna get all bent outta shape."

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Arrival

[Deuce's first thought was that this was another one of Malleus's dreams, but at the same time that didn't make sense. Not after the dragon fae had been beaten. But Deuce wasn't ruling him out either. Though not being able to do his magic was something new.]

This sucks. I'm getting drenched.

[So much rain. Deuce looked at the satchel that had been lying next to him and pulled out the blue potion that said "drink me." Frowning Deuce put away. He knew these things worked and the last thing he wanted was to shrink or grow.

As Deuce ventured forth he came across a pond filled with water lilies. Or rather, he nearly tripped and fell into it. Fortunately, Deuce managed to keep his balance, even though it was still precarious. The slightest jolt would send him toppling though.]

In the distance

[If you'd told Deuce he was going to help build a boat to go somewhere he had no real reason to go to, he'd have called you a liar. After all, what's in it for him?

Which isn't a very honor student thing to think, so Deuce keeps it to himself.

That said, he's glad that he decided to help with this. For some reason it just feels good to be working hard like this.]

Could you pass me the hammer?

Island of mystery-the breakable building

[A vase shattered after Deuce pushed it and he paused, blinking.]

I didn't mean to do that.

[That's a blatant lie. Not only did he want to do it, but it felt good. And familiar. Deuce shakes his head.]

Don't tell anyone.

Wildcard

[If none of the prompts interest you, feel free to make your own or modify any of the ones above. Also feel free to switch over to prose. I can be reached at

Kanetsugu, cauldroned@discord or pms to this journal. ]

[Without question, a hammer is passed right down over Deuce's shoulder and into his hand. And with it, a sigh coming from an all-too-familiar voice.]

Yeesh, and I thought setting up a tent was hard. This is, like, totally next level.

[Cater Leans over, quirking a smile--cheeky as always, but maybe with a bit of extra fondness.]

Looks like you're a natural though, Deucey.

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☘︎ WATER LILIES (LOCAL HOE DEVELOPS SHAME)
[Ever since tripping and falling into that puddle, Zahid's been feeling a little off. The feeling of shame and humiliation is something he's left back in his adolescent years. With all the vices he's indulged in, the salacious acts he's done, he's long been desensitised to most situations, rarely if ever feeling embarrassed. He doesn't often care about what he looks like to others, happy to exist as this clownish and undisciplined person people don't put much responsibility on. He speaks his mind most of the time without caring about whether what he says is too crass. Today, all that's somehow different. He's used to being in stupid situations, so why is the simple mishap of tripping in the water so devastating? He would normally pick himself up without a care, and yet, he's hoping no one had seen him so undignified.

Undignified? When was the last time he even cared about dignity?

It stays like that for the rest of the day, further plunging the normally laid back man into some distress. By midday, it hits a breaking point. Perhaps he trips and falls right into a stranger, bodies pressed together briefly. Perhaps it was a simple passing brush of the hands. The touch is enough to stop him in his tracks, a darkening tinge to his tan skin. ]

Oh. Sorry … [ Then he starts to look inward, appearing to panic. ] Okay, seriously, what's wrong with me today?! Do I have a fever -- Am I going to die?!

[ It can't be that he's actually just embarrassed. Inconceivable. ]

☘︎GOLD POTION: JACKALOPE (cw: nudity)

[ Upon finding out that the potion contained some sort of power, Zahid took the chance. He's had a sense that his branch ability has been inactive thus far, and it's not surprising given how far away he must be from the spire. There's nothing to protect him from whatever unknown horrors await him in this land. He's normally liberal about taking chances, protected by the his branch's luck. This might be the first time in a long time he's actually felt like he's taking a gamble. But if everyone else seems fine, then it should be, right?

After downing the yellow potion, he turns into a brown hare, small but flighty and quick. At the right side of the hare's head is a horn made of bark. This power sucks!!!

Turning back will be a learning curve. Your character might find a little jackalope-like creature with a pierced ear wandering through the streets, avoiding any trouble he can. Maybe you pick him up for a pet. Maybe you rescue him from being eaten by a fox (this power really, really sucks!!).

Or you might have the misfortune of watching Zahid turn back, when he finally figures out how to work it. Within seconds, the brown jackalope is no more, and in its place is a whole ass, naked man with shaggy black hair and that same horn sticking from his head. ]

I did it! I'm human …?! [ He grabs his own face to check, patting himself and his human body down. Never has he felt more relief to be himself.

Only … ]

Whoa, my parts are out! [ He doesn't look too bothered by it now that he the water lily's effects have passed. ]

☘︎BUILD A BOAT

[ This is hard work. Zahid doesn't particularly like hard work, especially for a cause he isn't invested in. Yet, he does recognise the need for some sort of money, especially since he can't exactly depend on his luck ability here to fill his pockets with gold. At the very least, he gets to mingle with the people around him and potentially make some friends, which is a consolation for someone who thrives on social connections.

He isn't working very particularly hard for that money. He flickers between doing some actual work (whether it's carrying the wood, knocking nails in with a hammer, or tying some rope together) and meandering around, slacking off with a lie in the sand or attempting to make idle talk with the people around him.

Maybe he says: ] You know your stuff, huh. Did you do this before?

[ Or maybe he says: ] We haven't had a break in ages. Let's go grab food.

[ Or maaaybe, he's become one with the sand, relaxing and musing about random things: ] Why is the sky blue anyway?

[ He does perk up and take things more seriously when it's time to stitch together the sails, because he's good at sewing!

OOC: Platonic love/obsession is assumed unless you want the shippy route! OTA 18+ for anything shippy. ]

☘︎WILDCARD

[ Do something else with me. He's likely to be hypnotised by mermaids if not stopped (they are pretty).

Zahid is from the 1200s and has a branch growing from his head. He's promiscuous, and if things go that route (sorry) I'll be sure to warn. You can PM me or find me at

charsiu for more plotting. ]

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Lilies~

yugamu omokage | the hundred line: last defense academy | new

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in the distance

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