Dreamer VV
@vvdcs.bsky.social
Just a strange wanderer on this winding path, taking verbal snapshots of things that might have happened, and things that never happened.
October 12, 2025 at 12:56 AM
October 10, 2025 at 9:18 PM
October 10, 2025 at 2:17 PM
October 8, 2025 at 7:28 PM
October 8, 2025 at 4:01 AM
Fathomless
Bottomless
I cant even miss the way I that I feel
When you steal my gaze
The way that you do.
I want this to be countless
Moments of hope and devotion
Madly in love
And madly out there
In the air
Like birds on the wing singing
All the right words
#poetry
Bottomless
I cant even miss the way I that I feel
When you steal my gaze
The way that you do.
I want this to be countless
Moments of hope and devotion
Madly in love
And madly out there
In the air
Like birds on the wing singing
All the right words
#poetry
October 6, 2025 at 2:29 PM
Fathomless
Bottomless
I cant even miss the way I that I feel
When you steal my gaze
The way that you do.
I want this to be countless
Moments of hope and devotion
Madly in love
And madly out there
In the air
Like birds on the wing singing
All the right words
#poetry
Bottomless
I cant even miss the way I that I feel
When you steal my gaze
The way that you do.
I want this to be countless
Moments of hope and devotion
Madly in love
And madly out there
In the air
Like birds on the wing singing
All the right words
#poetry
October 6, 2025 at 4:16 AM
October 5, 2025 at 6:28 AM
October 3, 2025 at 7:48 PM
#inktober2025 #weave #ink #art
I must have a preference for agony. Hands are difficult, but intertwined? Almost as painful as holding hands is sweet.
I must have a preference for agony. Hands are difficult, but intertwined? Almost as painful as holding hands is sweet.
October 2, 2025 at 5:10 PM
#inktober2025 #weave #ink #art
I must have a preference for agony. Hands are difficult, but intertwined? Almost as painful as holding hands is sweet.
I must have a preference for agony. Hands are difficult, but intertwined? Almost as painful as holding hands is sweet.
Screw it, I make the rules now. Pencil counts for #inktober2025 #mustache
October 1, 2025 at 6:57 PM
Screw it, I make the rules now. Pencil counts for #inktober2025 #mustache
It was in that moment I knew. It was in the way her silver hair shone in the moonlight. It was in the cracking and moving of bones under her skin. It was the deadly hunger and madness in her eyes that told me I was in over my head with a monster, and I couldn't bring myself to run.
#vssdaily #look
#vssdaily #look
September 20, 2025 at 3:19 PM
July 11, 2025 at 5:00 PM
I scream my grief
Against the grave
Of my searing need to sense
Your lightest touch
On my lonely skin.
I miss the madness glow
Of hope obscure and hot
For nothing known before
#poetry
Against the grave
Of my searing need to sense
Your lightest touch
On my lonely skin.
I miss the madness glow
Of hope obscure and hot
For nothing known before
#poetry
July 11, 2025 at 4:58 PM
I scream my grief
Against the grave
Of my searing need to sense
Your lightest touch
On my lonely skin.
I miss the madness glow
Of hope obscure and hot
For nothing known before
#poetry
Against the grave
Of my searing need to sense
Your lightest touch
On my lonely skin.
I miss the madness glow
Of hope obscure and hot
For nothing known before
#poetry
It was like a nuclear flash in my soul. I listened him sing and my heart refused to beat again. I could hear his perfect Truth, his devotion expressed with his full chest. I realized then that he could never be mine. I wept bitter grief for centuries in the blink of an eye.
#vss365 #moment
#vss365 #moment
June 27, 2025 at 10:56 PM
Reposted by Dreamer VV
Skin scrolls
In the long forgotten
Divine temple
Contribute to unseen
Ascended thoughtforms,
Wretched wraiths whispering wicked words,
Where teachers against responsible information-sharing practices
Swiped jokes
To simulate a linearity
That nearly overpowered
My inner fire
In gasoline.
In the long forgotten
Divine temple
Contribute to unseen
Ascended thoughtforms,
Wretched wraiths whispering wicked words,
Where teachers against responsible information-sharing practices
Swiped jokes
To simulate a linearity
That nearly overpowered
My inner fire
In gasoline.
May 25, 2025 at 2:11 AM
Skin scrolls
In the long forgotten
Divine temple
Contribute to unseen
Ascended thoughtforms,
Wretched wraiths whispering wicked words,
Where teachers against responsible information-sharing practices
Swiped jokes
To simulate a linearity
That nearly overpowered
My inner fire
In gasoline.
In the long forgotten
Divine temple
Contribute to unseen
Ascended thoughtforms,
Wretched wraiths whispering wicked words,
Where teachers against responsible information-sharing practices
Swiped jokes
To simulate a linearity
That nearly overpowered
My inner fire
In gasoline.
It just stared at me, glassy-eyed and scowling. At least, I'm pretty sure it could see me. Innsmouth faces don't seem to work the way everyone else's do, and it didn't seem to be using the sights. Two barrels in my face, and me just out for a stroll on the wrong beach.
#horrorprompt #shotgun
#horrorprompt #shotgun
May 24, 2025 at 5:42 AM
It just stared at me, glassy-eyed and scowling. At least, I'm pretty sure it could see me. Innsmouth faces don't seem to work the way everyone else's do, and it didn't seem to be using the sights. Two barrels in my face, and me just out for a stroll on the wrong beach.
#horrorprompt #shotgun
#horrorprompt #shotgun
Reposted by Dreamer VV
A beastial jester is condemned to linger
With highly dangerous think tanks,
Dedicated poets and gutter punks...
threats to the organized liquors of relics,
the gospel of discordian drowsiness.
#cut-up #prompt
#midjourney
With highly dangerous think tanks,
Dedicated poets and gutter punks...
threats to the organized liquors of relics,
the gospel of discordian drowsiness.
#cut-up #prompt
#midjourney
May 16, 2025 at 4:10 AM
A beastial jester is condemned to linger
With highly dangerous think tanks,
Dedicated poets and gutter punks...
threats to the organized liquors of relics,
the gospel of discordian drowsiness.
#cut-up #prompt
#midjourney
With highly dangerous think tanks,
Dedicated poets and gutter punks...
threats to the organized liquors of relics,
the gospel of discordian drowsiness.
#cut-up #prompt
#midjourney
It feels like speed, like friction and bull-headed charm. It feels like rocketing through the cosmos without giving a shit about your limitations, nor the limitations of others. It feels like being certain. It feels like hybris, but backed up by a skillful sword.
#prose #psychonaut
#prose #psychonaut
May 15, 2025 at 6:50 PM
It feels like speed, like friction and bull-headed charm. It feels like rocketing through the cosmos without giving a shit about your limitations, nor the limitations of others. It feels like being certain. It feels like hybris, but backed up by a skillful sword.
#prose #psychonaut
#prose #psychonaut
I made it home. I shouldn't have. The storm tossed the road like waves. I was flying through the wind like sharks had the scent of my blood. My core temperature dropped so low I could feel my blood crawl. My focus drew into a tiny voice in the back of my head, "almost there, almost there."
#prose
#prose
May 14, 2025 at 11:07 PM
I made it home. I shouldn't have. The storm tossed the road like waves. I was flying through the wind like sharks had the scent of my blood. My core temperature dropped so low I could feel my blood crawl. My focus drew into a tiny voice in the back of my head, "almost there, almost there."
#prose
#prose
