[dolly]

Username: Unleashed Squid
Name: Delilah
Gender: Female
Gender for breeding purposes: Female
Owned as of: October 16th (10/16/17)



aah! My first GA adopt and Viscet design period. Super excited to be a GA for you lovelies.
I know they're not super halloween-y but hey, theirs still time for them to get into costume.

Anyways, they seem like the type who sleeps a lot. What's a dream they've had? This can be an actual dream, something they hope to do, or anything else you can come up with. You have a maximum of 1,500 words to tell me all about it. This will be judged mainly on creativity in said dream and/or quality of the writing so no need to write to the limit.



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You may pretty up as much as you'd like. Songs, song lyrics, gifs, etc. are all aloud and will not count as extras/to the word count as long as it's purely for decoration. This means no making playlist or such for them, only 1 or 2 songs to play in the background while I or any other judges read through.
You may have 1 art piece maximum as an optional extra. No animations or comics.

This will end on the 15th of October. Extensions are aloud.

[Parasitic Rat]

Dropping!
Very beautiful, but it's hard for me not to write a story with some creepy twist so that it becomes a nightmare lol.
The winner can keep the art, though~

[Aeryn]

mark

[_Alex_]

oh gosh, this one is lovely.

maybe a lil reserve?

[Unleashed Squiid]

Username: Unleashed Squid
Name: Delilah
Gender: Female
Gender for breeding purposes: Female
A dream they've had:
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Is it true what they say? Are there really other worlds out there; worlds in which many dwell, haunted by the actuality of their own existence? Delilah turned in her bed, restlessly. A sharp gust of wind blew from her open window, snapping her mind back into reality and stinging her soft, rosy cheeks. For months she had experimented with ancient rhymes and rhythms attempting to set herself apart from this world, and into another. It was now, in the cold months of December, that her hope began to dwindle.

The viscet closed her eyes again, frustrated. She repeated the same phrase over and over again in her mind--The next time I feel, I will be dreaming. The next time I feel, I will be dreaming --until everything faded to a smoky dark blur, and her mind was swept away.

The world was warm, and Delilah awoke to a burst of sunshine and color. She drank in the thoughts and sensations, accepting them as her own. It was July after all. A warm, perfect summers day. Her face scrunched up, confused. Why did she feel frigid if the sunlight was pouring over her with inviting rays? She glanced down at her arms which had developed goosebumps, then back up at the weather which surrounded her, and suddenly it all made sense.

The world around her was not her own after all. This universe was not one in which she was born-it was a different place-somewhere far away-somewhere within her own mind. Right? Thoughts lurked from deep within her which doubted this. It couldn't be just her imagination. Many viscets claimed to have woken up in similar sunny rooms like she had. They all explained the world around them in nearly identical ways-warm, bright, sunny, but something off about it all. Delilah knew it could be no coincidence. After all, those very viscets-the ones who appeared jeering and ecstatic on the news and radio-began to vanish from Earth itself. Obviously something more was going on, here.

Delilah prepared to step outside. As she neared the door to the little room in which she had woken up, Delilah heard a sweet, gentle melody from the other side. Upon leaving, she was greeted with a pale yellow face. She smiled and said hello.

"Hi" he murmured in response. "I don't recall ever seeing you before? Are you new to these apartments?"

Delilah determined whether or not to give herself away. She decided that if she were to mess up, she could just wake up again, so she said, "No. I'm not actually from anywhere around this place. I think I'm dreaming."

He looked surprised. The viscet met her eyes, curiously, but also with warning. "Follow me!" he hissed, urgently. He grabbed her wrist and sprung around a corner. Delilah noticed a camera re-aligning itself above where he was just standing, and felt a cold tingle rise up her spine. "You are a world jumper!" he exclaimed. "Do not tell another soul!"

Delilah could not speak. She began to tremble with fear. "This is just a dream, I can wake up at any time. It isn't real-you aren't real!"

The viscet's face was hard. "It is a dream, yes. But this world here--you will come to every time you sleep from now on. That is, unless they find you." He shook his head, as if clearing his thoughts. "What is your name?"

"Delilah..." she pulled her hand away, only now realizing that it had been tightly gripped for the entire conversation. It might have been only a slight of the eye, but she could have sworn that she saw a spark fade from her palm. "What's yours?"

"I'm Dune." He smiled, gently. "Don't worry, Delilah, everything will be okay. I'm on your side, here. Would you like me to show you around?"


Several Weeks Later





"Just remember that this is a dream. You are sleeping. This is your mind, and you have power over your own mind." Dune's voice shook. He closed his eyes as handcuffs were enclosed around his wrists. Delilah could feel her heart racing and throbbing in her chest. She couldn't believe that after so long, she had been caught. How had they known?

She drew on, Dune at her side; two captured souls on the verge of reality. Delilah peered around, and saw that the world had begun to grow less and less detailed, as if some powerful mind hadn't quite imagined this part of their universe yet. Then after a mile or so, everything cut off altogether. Not a tree, not a single bush or blade of grass remained here in this terrible dream world. Off in the distance, a single structure began to rise up through the emptiness. Surrounded by flat, untouched stone, it looked as grand as a mountain. She paused for a split second, knowing immediately what that building was.

"They are taken to a prison. Anything more about it, I do not know. It is so far out of this world, that it is nearly adjoined to Earth. This way, those who go are no longer in one world or the other. They belong to neither." Dune's words from days ago echoed in her mind. Was this really just a never ending dream? Delilah urged her body back on Earth to rise up, but it was to no avail.

Inside, the walls were cold, and sad expressions of many lost souls peered down over her. "Another one, another one!" They cried, as she entered. "You are like us now." A current blew her fur from somewhere in the distance of that great hallway, and it burned her.

More of Dune's words echoed inside of her head. "This is just a dream. You have power over your imagination."

She looked over at the broken, starving faces of her peers. She knew them. They were world jumpers like her, or the viscets who had tried to shield them. Dune's eyes stared at the floor, and he hummed a gentle tune, shutting out the world around him, no longer wishing to be a part of it. Anger lit like a match in Delilah's chest. She stared down at her hands. This was not real. This prison was not real. It was all in her mind. She focused on her fingers, and concentrated on her emotions until they grew white hot. Anger, sadness, and love for her friends all collided on a backdrop of tears. And her hands began to glow.

The guards grew shocked, and backed up, but one came forward and threatened Delilah. "You are nothing." he spat. "You are a prisoner here, and this is our world, not yours. You may be asleep, but you are not in control of this mind. Not anymore." He send forward a blast of wind. It was icy cold, like that from her window back home, where her body must have still lay.

"No." she whispered. Her faint breath grew in magnitude until it was a mighty roar. "This is my mind, and you have imprisoned far too many inside of it." Dune's soft hum filled her ears. The cries of the fallen filled her heart. She fought back against the wind and the leaves racing at her body with all she could imagine, and felt herself rising into the air. Light began pouring from her fingertips, and her breath became controlled once again. It was as if she was floating underwater, drifting in some invisible and beautiful current. Her heart directed her movements, and the light encasing her delicate form began to expand until it covered the entire prison. The entire world shook and spun and a loud crack was heard over it all. Cheers and sobs rose in the air, against the roar of the chains being broken. They were all free. Delilah was free.






Several Years Later





Life had moved on. Delilah continued her job as a gardener, and began to enjoy everything again. Those weeks spent trapped within her mind kept creeping back to her as she drifted off to sleep, but never again would she let them control her. Sometimes, she almost convinced herself that it was only a long, terrifying nightmare, but her thoughts of the realness of the sensations, and the pureness of her friendship snapped her away from those falsities. The terrible fear she had felt when destroying the prison, and the sudden reappearance afterwards of all of those who had been trapped within it provided all of the evidence she needed.

It was a lonely day at work, and Delilah was clicking her pen out of boredom. She found herself lost in thought, thinking of the light, and the mournful people in that prison. But then a stranger walked by the open window of her store, humming to himself. That pure sound from the outside split open threads from deep within her heart. That melody. It was the same gentle tunes that Dune had sung so long ago.

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[~Teya~]

Oh wow, this viscet is just so pleasing to look at ;-;

[outro:tear]

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a dream they've had: [1.5k word max]
res with her meeting a loved one who have already passed away.
extra: wip

[colambo]

ur designs give me life

[mango marmalade,,]

possible mark, will see if i have time!!

[dolly]

Word count is being extended to 1,500 max words.