⟡︎ Dreamtale - Vivipary Timeline
[ Credits: Vivipary!Dreamtale was created by @ask-epitaph-official on tumblr dot com. ]
Vivipary!Dreamtale lore goes here. (Very much a WIP, doubly so because I actually have to remember what happened. More details on people featured in Dreamtale will be in other pages!)
The Beginning
Before the village established itself. Everything felt warmer, I think. It was about as safe as that place would ever be. I don't remember what we ate, if we ate at all, but the Apples (both the golden and purple ones, they were all so beautiful) never rotted. They stayed high up in the branches.Now that I think about it, I'm not entirely sure if they were apples. They were definitely shaped like them, but they didn't really function like fruits normally would..? They were just there. My current thought is that they were physical manifestations of emotion, but even that has its questions. Nothing about this makes sense, I know, but I'm trying my best here.
I don't miss much about my AU, but I do miss how safe I used to feel there.
Several Years of Clumsily Justified Torment
i hate it, and i'd rather not relive anything about what happened.Something's Listening
Late nights spent murmuring beneath the Tree. Dream was almost always asleep by that point - and if he wasn't, he was off doing late-night errands for people who couldn't bother to do it themselves. As far as I knew, no one else could hear me speak, and that alone gave me just enough confidence to process what I felt in the only way I could at the time.I don't remember when that voice began to chime in. It didn't feel dangerous at first, just.. there. It didn't blame me for things that weren't my fault, nor did it give me false pity or treat me like I was nothing but helpless. It asked questions. It helped me think with a little more clarity about the situation I was in. Malicious as I now know it was, it listened to me and treated me with more dignity than nearly everyone else I'd known up to that point.
Apple Incident
If you're here, you know what happened that day. (It's embarrassing, considering this should be burned into my mind, but... uh. I still can't remember exactly how it happened for me. I know how I wish it would've happened, and I know it probably didn't go like how I would've wanted it to, but everything's too hazy. Maybe that's for the best, but I still want to know.)I don't remember what they tasted like. That's a shame, but not surprising; taste doesn't usually stay in my memories very well unless it's really bad. I guess by process of elimination I can assume they did not taste really bad.
Alive Again?
Honestly not sure what happened. It was, uh. Very disorienting.This is how I've spent most of my time. Trying to build myself up again (in identity and in self-confidence), trying to find something to do. I get terribly restless sometimes. There's a lot of things I still have to learn and I'm trying to do just that.
Never Truly Gone
Turns out that when you've been consumed once by liquid negativity, it doesn't entirely go away....Small Canon Archive?
Not much I can put here. I mean... it is my timeline, but unfortunately for me, I don't actually know all that much.I'll update this later if I have anything to put here.