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"Many universes have their own religion, some universes created just for them. I should know best; my brother and I were the figures for a long since forgotten religion." He chuckled. "Before they thought cats were demons' associates. Humans always did have a strange obsession for scare crowing...

Dream adjust in his seat, his lights flicker. "I have stream pass multiverse Gods before. Never enough time to speak with them but have bear witness to them. The God of Death, who is referred to as 'Reaper' by alternates. The Creators that develop these alternate worlds and characters." He cups...

"Theaters are live performances for previously cultivated performances. They entertain through a large 'screen'. Venders bring about 'popcorn' and 'soda' or 'pop' or 'fountain drink' relating to the different cultural areas." His teeth pull into a frown. "I did not like my experience with it...

"What Sans have you encounter? I have acknowledged enough to fill out- uh, what did he refer to them?" He scratches his jaw before snapping his fingers. "Theaters."

"We do have humans. It has come to my attention the younger they are, the more violent. One grasshopper could cause a whole race to go extinct with their little hands. It is truthfully more frightening than the eons of times Sans has been a hair away from my mug with his grin and knife. I do...

Dream picks up the note, his lights fade in shade. " Yes, it all rest on the shoulders of circumstance. But murder is all I endured through these past years. I despise to admit that I too have becomeith desensitized. I spend nights in wake, scrub away the dust of the ones I failed to protect...

"Ah, kill to survive. I do not know your world but if I had gold for every time, I received the quote 'It's kill or be killed', I would be swimming in it." " My friend lives a very...unconventional moral. He believes no one should die and that slaying the enemy makes you just as bad as them."...

Dream chuckles, it's low and pinches in way that made him sound like he was wheezing despite the lack of lungs. "You sound much more of an acquaintance then the multiverse I dwell. I have rubbed shoulders with more serial killers than regular folk." He fully turns to the reptilian, his posture...

"I am joyful some felons are tied with regret. I can not say the same for the criminals I have endured." He picks up the glass of water, parting his teeth to sip before setting it down. "If anything, they find great pride in their work." He drops both hands on his femurs.

He looked over to the reptilian, the lights in his eye sockets dimming. His clutches the front of tunic, turns back at the bar. "What crime have you commit?" He spoke above a whisper. The shape of his ribs illuminated behind the fabric; he looked down at the wood.

Dream had watched the almost fight, his hand reaching over his shoulder for his quiver- his pupils bloom when he grasped no arrows. Right, no weapons. He balled up his fingers, tension building in his shoulder blades, causing his posture to hunch. He rubbed his palms together, attempting to...

1: Playing with three or four people including myself in a polyamorous relationship in a slice of life setting. The thought of several people in love, going about their lives and seeing what each individual brings to the table and how they interact with each other and getting to know each...

First: Forcing someone to ships certain characters together even against your rp partner's will. This dude was hellbent on Frans and even when I didn't want to do a ship rp, they'd always pair my Sans' with either Chara's or Frisk. Forcing them to be a couple despite my best attempts at...

TW: Mentions of SA I don't know if this counts as a 'Pet Peeve' or if this is just a rant, but I was a part of the Undertale Community for five years and very often my characters would either get their teeth kicked in or SA. Unprovoked, out of the blue. I've stopped playing minor characters...

"Thank you. I am ordinarily use to abrupt noises but as you can see." He points the spot on his skull, lightly illuminating yellow. " I have not been on my... 'A Game." His teeth pull into a crooked smile.

The lights ignite, flickering a few before he leans back down and picks up his book. He takes the bookmark like glass, the lights dimming to a pale yellow as he thumbs the old image before returning it to its spot and shutting the book. Dream hunches his shoulder, looking around. "I have made...

The book had bold black letters of 'Stress and the Complications of the Outside Influences'. The bookmark was a faded painting print that was folded from the fall, the only thing visible being clouds, the center piece of a chuck of maybe tree bark, and the top of a cloak hood. The lights in his...

He turns back to the bar, his ribs expanding a few times before he set the glass down with a soft clink. "So sorry about that." He leans down to pick up his book- Dream jolts from another entrance, hitting his skull on the peak of the bar and groans. He sits up, both palms coming to rub the...

Dream body violently jolted from the sudden entrance. Water bouncing from his cup onto the bar, book tumbling to the floor. He cursed in a old language, his shoulder blades tensed as he swerved to look at the new patron.

Dream sets his book down on his lap, picking up the bottle. "Thank you." He unscrews lid, admitting light scratching sounds against his callused palms. He brings the cup to his parted teeth, setting it down soft enough it doesn't clink. "I-um- cannot taste, thought it would be a waste."