Aug. 2nd, 2021

dreamvour: (to tuck you in)
[personal profile] dreamvour
[the creature that appears on the screen is anything but normal; it has the tusks of an elephant, the mane of a lion, the body of a bear and paws like a cat's. And it's rather large; though it doesn't look nearly as threatening as it should, what with the way it's curled up, much like a big cat. For the more observant - it's curled up on a roof somewhere, with the sound of the morning crowds bustling underneath.

The voice may sound slightly familiar too if you've met Baku before, underneath the deep, rumbling tones]


It's nice to be honest sometimes, isn't it? One takes it for granted when one normally isn't allowed to be. And this place has given me the opportunity to be true to myself - [the creature snuffs quietly, a sound that could almost be a laugh] - in more ways than one.

I am known as the Baku, the devourer of dreams from Japan. Or the Mo, for those who are from my homeland of China. I eat the nightmares and undesirable dreams of those who pray to me. Or ask, because praying is a little out-dated.

This is my purpose and I would be honored to continue it here, and especially to help those who may need it. And while I don't technically need to offer, I prefer to be transparent - and I would rather have someone's permission first.

I know it's a strange offer, and one that no doubt benefits me in return, but I would be happy to answer any questions one may have first. Whether it's like this, or if you'd like to come meet me in person - and I definitely suggest that if you like to lay in the sun - do you have any idea how long it's been since I've been able to do this? [a happy, snuffing noise] But I promise I don't bite.
mourningjade: (smile)
[personal profile] mourningjade
(Wangji is arranged gracefully on the floor, two fuzzy bunnies cradled in his lap. A small smile touches his lips as he pets their heads, chucking them gently under their chins. One bunny is pure white - except for one black foot - and the other is black.)

These children are mine. (He feeds them tiny slices of carrot.) Names? I am listening.

(A gentle sigh follows those stiff words.)

I will take them exploring.
eternalgrief: (Default)
[personal profile] eternalgrief
It appears there’s no way to return home, no matter. Hopefully someone else that knows what they’re doing is in charge back home.

What’s pressing for me is where does one find the best wines?

And quality paper.