Messy Thought But. Pandoras Vault Isnt A Prison. Its A Glorified Warehouse. A Box Sitting In The Back

Messy thought but. Pandora’s Vault isn’t a prison. It’s a glorified warehouse. A box sitting in the back of your impenetrable closet. It looks like a prison, acts like one with all these fancy waivers, redstone, and portals. And maybe at one point that was what c!Dream had intended for it to be. But now it’s not. Now it’s been reduced to storing a tool they can’t use because he’s still human enough to refuse them.

Pandora isn’t a prison. Pandora is a vault.

Having skin is so fucking stupid. If you stay out of the sun too long you get tired and sad but if you stay in the sun too long, even just a few hours, your skin BURNS and gets itchy but oops youre not allowed to scratch it or it will itch even more!!!

c! dream drabble i wrote just thinking about his recovery cause i love him so

cw! mention of blood a lot, it's actually the main focus of the drabble, brief mention of self harm, some violence sprinkled here, some wound stuff sprinkled here.

crimson is the colour of his blood on his best friend's blade. it's the shade of vengeance, fear of a metamorphosis beyond one's understanding. it's a tone of finality because there is nothing to be said. it's too late for explanations.

crimson is the shade of earnest eyes through rimmed spectacles tapped down the middle from domestic mishaps. it's the shade of trust, the scent of fresh stew on an open fire, warmth that doesn't burn and simmer his skin but settles the chiding chill in his bones. it's the tone of new beginnings, something dream feels he doesn't deserve but techno insists he does.

techno says crimson is the shade of wounds large like gashes on your arms but as small as skinning on your knees. it's the shade of regret and mistakes and childhood, the feeling of being human and breakable and fragile. it's the tone that says all things must come to an end. it says that time goes on. things are left in the past but things are also left to heal.

crimson is the shade of roses that if you're not too careful will spread the color to your fingers.

crimson is the shade of trees in the fall, time has gone by, things are changing, the earth is healing.

crimson runs in dream's veins and sometimes he feels the need to scratch his nails against his wrists as a reassurance that despite everything anyone says, against all odds he is still human.

he is a person too.

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The latest chapter in your SFGAE fic is so good! I lost my mind at the ending, do excited for the next chapter! Make sure to take breaks and don't rush yourself ^-^

HhhHhh thank you so very much ! I'm so happy you enjoyed it and I will, you're so sweet dude what the heck.

I'll do all my SFGE stuff here!

i'm not brave or confrontational, i just post here at 3am and i have less inhibitions then /lh

I have a fic! It's a School For Good and Evil Filip X Tedros fic but instead Filip isn't Sophie but instead the ghost of her dead twin who acts as a voice of reason.

It's currently in the process but there's five chapters of content for you to get attached to so far so check it out!

It's minor canon complaint a lot of canon divergence but for the most part it follows the first book with little add ons, I.e. I give Agatha some more powers and stuff, Filip exists as a separate entity from Sophie as well with his own personality.

I have a lot planned and I'm super proud of it so check it on ao3.

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