Snake wrote:

How does it Taste.

jsein wrote:

you gotta eat those words, buddy.

WordWeaver wrote:

Try consuming the words to gain their mysterious power. Who knows? Maybe the words “really good sandwich” will taste like a really good sandwich!

You try, for the many-thousandth time, to ingest one of the phrases. Perhaps your command over the dream-creatia has finally crossed the threshold where it can emulate taste? You did unlock the secret to making the ☹ glyph just earlier this century.

Alas, the words dissolve on your mandibles with no flavor other than that of untamed dream-creatia. Worse yet, your resultant longing for a really good sandwich causes the words to reform immediately.

You repeat this for several hours just in case something changes.

If nothing else, it at least recharged your spinneret.

Dandyroot wrote:

Retrieve PRIDE AND SATISFACTION from pottery projects of various stages of completion

Inferno wrote:

Cool pottery! They yours?

They certainly are!

The Prince of Dreams and Nightmares has always been a strong advocate and appreciator of the arts. As Her servant, Her devotee, Her creation, it is both reverent and expected of you to share this appreciation. The last thing you’d want to do is defy Her will, lest She tear your head off, vacuum all your organs out, and bind your consciousness into a sword.

Like those guys.

You made tasteful vases for them to improve the aesthetics of their damnation.

Feeling the pull of inspiration, you set to work on a new creation.

You call it “Liberosis”. It represents the innate frustrations of existence, but also their ephemeral nature. Although its structure is intricate and its creation was time-consuming, the fragility introduced by those very same intricacies render it inherently transient. Someday, maybe in a year, maybe in a minute, it will shatter, and all concern and worry spent upon it will finally be revealed as a detriment rather than a benefit. It is a chrysalis for dust and shards, and when it hatches forth the blood, sweat, and tears that went into it will exist only as a toll taken upon you.

It brings you comfort.

Zarhon wrote:

Are all of the Weaver, the Gifter, The Lady of Nightmares servants phobic of their assigned main clients, or are you an exception for any particular reason / bad luck?

You… assume it’s everyone. And if not, it’s not your place to question such things.

Any khajiit mage reaching out to Quagmire will find their mind tethered to your own, sharing with them a fragment of the fear you feel. In this, your fear becomes a way for your Lady to share Her gift with them. To share Her art.

But more than that, it is a way for Her to share it with you. A way for a sleepless creature to live the terror of a nightmare. A way for you to form haunting memories of events that never happened and of monstrosities of fur and claw that were never a threat to you. You, like all She can reach, are a canvas for Her work, a painting of vines and leaves grown from a single seed of fear planted within you.

That is what you assume, of course. You are not of great importance to the Dark Lady, and even your sightings of Her are limited. Although you might speculate about them, Her motives are yet another one of the innumerable mysteries kept locked away in the Citadel.

Additional resource credits:
AMK – third dimension magic