welcome sleepies, to our very first meme saturday! every month a little mod-hosted meme will go up for us to play around with admist the chaos, and this theme was chosen by popular demand! we've all heard about texts from last night, but have you heard of......
MURMURS FROM LAST NIGHT
strange things happen in the night. maybe you drink, or dream, or get high as a kite, and it's hard to hide it! especially when we're all collectively connected in a way! the rules are quite simple! you may even know them by now.
π post a top level for your character and include a few text starters, like the ones provided.
π interact.
π thrive.
π if you wish for your threads to be game canon, the sky is the limit (just make sure your thread partner is okay with it!).
π We might have some special guests later.
[The mortification is almost tangible, nearly a physical force. The problem was he'd had quite an interesting dream.]
[In his defense, his dream had cast her in the role of femme fatale named Ilsa Havitov in a spy fantasy. And she had... quite behaved like her surname's namesake. What was he supposed to do, wake up and instantly banish it from his mind? Pretend that catsuit didn't exist?]
[(He's not a monk! And he was certainly going to keep the dream to himself.)]
I - you see - it - ah -
[Where he's at in bed, he hides his face in his hands.]
I didn't know the Murmur was that sensitive!
[And it had mostly been a dream! Mostly! And a little bit of laying in bed, biting his lip and ruminating over how nice a dream it had been after he was awake, and how he really ought to reach out soon, since he was almost settled, but it was the dream's fault! It had been involuntary.]
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6 lmfaoooo, continuing the nsfw warning
[The mortification is almost tangible, nearly a physical force. The problem was he'd had quite an interesting dream.]
[In his defense, his dream had cast her in the role of femme fatale named Ilsa Havitov in a spy fantasy. And she had... quite behaved like her surname's namesake. What was he supposed to do, wake up and instantly banish it from his mind? Pretend that catsuit didn't exist?]
[(He's not a monk! And he was certainly going to keep the dream to himself.)]
I - you see - it - ah -
[Where he's at in bed, he hides his face in his hands.]
I didn't know the Murmur was that sensitive!
[And it had mostly been a dream! Mostly! And a little bit of laying in bed, biting his lip and ruminating over how nice a dream it had been after he was awake, and how he really ought to reach out soon, since he was almost settled, but it was the dream's fault! It had been involuntary.]
[(He'd looked good in that tux.)]
[(For as long as he'd kept it on anyway.)]