The Dream Realm - Closed. Thanks for a great run, guys. <3

More Dream RP after the shop closes?

Yes, please~	54.5%	[ 48 ]
Nah, I'm only here for the pretties.	12.5%	[ 11 ]
Um - maybe?	33.0%	[ 29 ]
Total Votes:			[ 88 ]

[Prolixity]

I would like to state for the record that Dipp was a pain in the butt to color. xd

[Mintaka]

My brain like ... ran away. xd I blame Calico for this one.

I almost wanna get Ace. blaugh

[Sosiqui]

Adorable, though, and I get to color Dream!Dipp, which will be... even worse! XD

[Mintaka]

*cackles* I would pitty you, but... o_o;;; I've done some crazy coloring before. Just abuse layers plenty? xd

[Disinclined]

((*Throws in an RP for the heck of it* Hope yall don't mind!))

Quark was still beaming from his defeat of his treasure. The tinself was wrapped around his neck and ears, and the Thought hopped around the room as if he were truly a god.

Well - he was Quark afterall - who wouldn't want to be with him? Besides, only he had a treasure, a real treasure. No one else was special like him. No one at all.

His little tail squiggled back and forth as he ambled throughout the room. It was an amazing place. So huge, so large, it was a jungle - there was a new thing to be seen around every corner! No, the little Thought didn't realize that he'd been walking in a large circle for HOURS and that yes, he had has seen the giant mountain-couch almost THIRTY TIMES and no, it wasn't a new mountain-couch each time he saw it. The same with the carpet, and the stains on the floor. The same with the walls, windows, and chairs.

Still, for Quark, the room was truly an amazing place. The tinsel made him even more special.

"Chuuuuuur~!? Chirrup! Cheep coo!" Ha ha! That's right. He called out, claming the room as his, in the name of Tinself.

See? Even the squid - that evil, evil thing of doom - couldn't command him. Not here. Not in this new and amazing world. It was a shame none of his friends could come - did he even have friends? Well - if he DID have friends, it was a shame they couldn't partake in this joyous plot of land.

This environment was his, all his! But of course, his friends (make believe or not) were HOURS away. He'd been walking for hours, there was no way they could hear his summon.

Ahh. It was great to King. And that's what he was. King of. . . King of. . . . King Of.


It was a great title, for a just as great Thought.

The King Of.

Puffing out his ice-blue stained chest, the little one clapped his beak together affectionately. Today was a great day. It was good to be King. It truly, truly was.

[Prolixity]

A pair of blue eyes peered out from under the couch at Quark. ... That looked like prey. Stalk, stalk.

[Sosiqui]

Ou-sama: King of... what?

*is fairly sure he is Kingier at everything ever than anyone else ever*

[Disinclined]

Quark: "Churr-chirp-Chirrup!" Which translates into - "Just King Of!" . . . . . . *stares at Ou-sama* . . . . *ears go back and he flattens a bit* . . . maybe.

[Prolixity]

Stalk ... stalk - and a very clumsy pounce that misses by a mile and sends the tabby kitten skidding across the floor, mewing with confusion.

[Sosiqui]

Ou-sama jumps as something flies past him! What on earth was that? He flaps indignantly. "Jumpyjumpy thing no good! Why scare us? Why why why? Naughty!"

[Prolixity]

New target! Merlyn manages to get all four paws back under him, pointy tail lashing. Rrrrrrrrr. Crouch. Stalk!

[Sosiqui]

Ou-sama backs up a few paces. "Why look at us that way? Such scaryscary eyes..." His wings fan, uncertainly.

Miso and the Thoughts, for once showing sense, all retreat to the top of the nearest high shelf.

[Prolixity]

"B ... rrrrr ... d." Stalk stalk stalk. Merlyn is by no means graceful, but there's a certain instinctive efficiency about his clumsy motions. He prepares a pounce, so focused that he entirely fails to notice the swift footsteps behind him.

"So this is where you got to. Sorry, Ou-sama."

Merl yowls in protest when his father scoops him up, and yells, "B-rrrrd!"

[Sosiqui]

Ou-sama, some instinct recognizing the movements of a possible predator, backs up into a corner...

... and is saved!

Immediately, ruffled feathers smooth down and he fluffs his wings once before folding them, trying to regain his cool. "We are not bird. We kingy, yes yes, very kingy. Not bird. Birds stupid," he adds, disdainfully.

Miso and the Thoughts glide and tumble, respectively, down from their hiding place now that the threat is safely in Prox's keeping.

[Prolixity]

"B-rrd," Merl insists, the word getting a little mangled as he turns humanoid again, clinging sulkily to his father's shirt.

"Congratulations," Prox says to Ou-sama. "You've inspired speech, even if it's not quite technically accurate. - I'll shut the door so he can't practice on you again." He's grinning, probably not quite as sorry as he should be about the whole stalking thing.