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Dylan Thane; "Mr. Dreamweave."

31, Male, 6'2 Dream Guardian Witch

As it says on the tin, Dylan's a simple man with a simple gift within his element of magic. Sleep Magic is a place of many avenues but his power specialises in those already under, running through the dreamscape with cold sweat on their skin but getting no where. He is the person that'll appear in the distance, reaching out to push the corridor back to normal, to take your hand and pull through that door and into the endless skies as free as a bird. He is the laughter in the breaking nightmare, the sun that tugs through the veils of horrors to relieve you from the terrors of the world out of your control.

Though he understands the power of nightmares and their needs to help people grow, it is also just a gimmick of the otherworld, the influence of horror in nightmares is a whole different ball game. It wasn't to be messed about with but it also wasn't to be left alone. Thus, he, alongside several others of the Thane family are known as Dream Guardians. Beings that have the perfect wavelength magic to match their targets dreams. To step into them, to remove the terror and reach for the lost souls within the endless void of their phobia and torment of other entities.

Dylan, like his friend, Rainier, work together in saving those that are in need of aid within their sleep. Though the Clinic is completely legal and used by the public, under it all they take the most haunting of requests. They welcome the coma patients, the magic-drained, the mana-dead, the lost, cursed and hexed. Dylan welcomes the work as his magic is made for such things but it can become tiring back to back.

His dream weave is a magic that's seemingly easy to replicate but complex to use correctly. He is a master of such a thing due to his bloodline, Old Blood - Sleepwalkers and Nightseers. Folks of old that used drugs, the night, the stars, the slumber of the unconscious to thrive with the world in its most silent. Bringing dream world items to the real world, manifesting the dreams like maps to the next watering hole, saying goodbye to their loved ones as they pass the next day. Everything was as ordained in the world, two realms that could overlap but never should and in those moments of clashing realities, they stood with barrier, spell and weapons to push back the terrors of the sleep realms back to their side.

In todays time, it's a lot easier and a lot more messier for such things to happen. Magic craft was under everyone's fingertips, mere words could manifest in a nightmare pulling through or just a deep, dark emotion could become a gateway too. Yet, it is just like many magics in the world. The pros and cons, the "good" and "bad", the fortunate and the unfortunate. It's a balance of all things and Dylan's role is to aid in that balance of dream and reality.

Dylan specialises in, Dream Weave - a self names magic of matching his targets wavelength, this is matching in heartbeat, breathing, sensation, emotional and instinctual mannerisms. A copy of themselves within himself to allow himself a seamless integration to their dream realm.

Dream Replication - is a standard trick of a Guardian, to capture the dream they've copied/walked into in the form of a Crystal Ball. No bigger than ones palm and very sturdy though they are capable of being smashed should they need to be used as a gateway. One time use.

Dreamworld Merging - is the most advanced, after all it's pulling to cosmic parts together to sew the seam. It's not a recommended spell but at times, it's very much needed. In lighter versions of this spell, he is able to manifest items from the dream world to remain in the real world. These can range from a mere pen to a teddy bear however, the cosmic law of Living Beings is forbidden and will never end up well.

Lastly, the most fun of his work - is Dream Guardianship, he able to bestow other things are guardians to those that need them. Children are often the most receiving to this talent as they bring Bears, Toys, Items of comfort. Dylan will easily give them a bead of dream weave to settle in their fabric and gift them the ability to protect their precious human in the dream realm as they are. They die out eventually but he's heard that sometimes the emotional connection of dream beads and their protected can bypass the End of Service and thus transform into something else completely.

Whelp, that's for another day ~ Sweet dreams!

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i am hooooome

pcos scan complete, just to wait for results now. uwu

back on my OC making binge.

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Off to bed! Got another hospital appointment tomorrow, orz GN!

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Anyone got Shunsui Kyoraku icons? :eye: Swore i had some hoarded but I don't /sob

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"every day you wake up and you find a new way to hurt me." //Draga @ Penelope

❝ ━ but did you die, though? ❞ she's already giggling at the thought. every single time she got around draga, she made sure to make them regret it. whether it be accidentally almost clipping them with her scythe, or a misfired spell ? they are completely aware of her. but she's unaware of what he's complaining about now, dipping her spoon into the spicy broth and bringing it to her lips, a happy hum on her tongue. ❝ ━ don't tell me a little spice is gonna take you out. i would've used this first if you're that weak to it. ❞ penelope quite liked bounties, searching for others, capturing them and watching the fear and defiance. they were hardly a match for draga and certainly not her. ❝ ━ need some water? you're looking a little out of breath, heh... ❞

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"Do you always flirt with danger, or is this just for me?" // Draga

Draga reminded Penelope of a meteorite, beautiful from afar but dangerous up close. It’s the first thing that went through her mind when first coming across them. It hadn’t changed, but she always notes when those smiles grew sharp and then the air around him was different, like a snake coiled tight and ready to strike.

Her scythe is at his throat, their gazes meeting over it as violet eyes narrow. Had she been so occupied in making sure Big Boss had a safe place to roam on this new planet that she hadn’t even heard the other invade her vicinity? The chimera was sniffing around, chuffing happily and Penelope tilted Draga’s head up with the blunt end of the scythe’s blade. ❝ ━ I’d hardly say I’m in danger and I thought I told you to make a noise the next time we run across each other. ❞ She reminds them, dark brow lifting s she surveys them, a hum of contemplation in her throat.

Violet eyes peruse down the length of his body, an appreciative light entering her gaze, ❝ ━ Nice boots. It’s gutsy traversing this cavern in those platforms, hate for you to twist your ankle. ❞ Finally, Penelope removed the scythe from his throat, tongue swiping over her bottom lip, ❝ ━ Don’t flirt with danger here, Draga. You’re cute, but I’ll kick that pert butt of yours if you mess up Big Boss’s new home. ❞

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25 hrs on GC later w/ aven

time to finish codin' pages and addin' new ocs. uw u <3

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Memory lane w/ Aven on his old ass blog. Good lord!

jfcccc

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"So, like... we cousins or?"

"... No comment."

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opens are opens, reply to them whores.

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It stings, the inhaling of air would spark something akin to a burn in the throat. Hot and sharp… The sparks in his fingertips bestow the Earth in darkness, thunderous clouds warm the air with humidity and threat of rain but it wasn't just that. Not as the flashes of light dance in the shadow, breaking the sudden warmth with sharp streaks and those that connect to the talons of this Duke. His wings expand, his horse-tail flares with the wind and his features merely furrow his brow.

"Fool." Was all that parted from his lips as his arm swipes down, the lighting roars with it - the strike seemingly just a beam was in fact ten and growing from the umbrella of veins pulled from the very heavens itself. The target, a wagon that had crossed a forbidden boarder and had threatened a nesting ground in their whispers. Not on his watch.

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That Good Old Fashioned Razzmatazz

asinusxdomi  ˗ˏˋ✸ˎˊ˗ independent multimuse OC  feat: Louis Giselle & Giuseppe Castillo  Rules  ˗ˏˋ✸ˎˊ˗ Muses 

HEAVY CONTENT WARNING

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1. Elle Ragu - Shadowskill 2. Aisha Clan Clan - Outlaw Star 3. Kenpachi Zaraki - Bleach 4. Natsume Takeshi - Natsume Yuujinchou 5. Tiger of the Wind - Monster Rancher 6. Naruto Uzumaki - Naruto 7. Rimuru - Reincarnated as a Slime 8. Chun Myung - Return of Mount Hua 9. Lee Jaha - Return of the Crazy Demon

Tagged by @caemthe Tagging :: You. :)

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Emon was gentle, reaching out to his Vega to rest his hand upon their head. Soft strokes of his crown, a praise and pity pat as he remembered the trip being rather fun considering the lore of it all… but he wasn't to deny Vega's pains, so he didn't comment more on it. Instead he smiled and leaned down to kiss at Vega's forehead, over his hair, before sitting up right again. "I promise to never take you to stone tombs then… Not that I visit them often." He snickered, lowering his hand to stroke down Vega's cheek and held it tenderly within his palm. "I think you always looked better on a battlefield anyway, summoning the long lost souls of warriors for your cause. You always took my breath away when you stood alongside me."

"Never will I forget the day you heeded my call and sliced that Sponsor into two… " It was a sight he'll never allow to leave his mind, a frozen picture for his personal adoration and fear. Vega… and his other name, his true soul, his violence and giver of all death. Emon loved them with all his being, stupidly so, even if the world constantly tried to tell him to look elsewhere for such a thing. "I'm so glad we were born in the same era, my dearest Vega." Forehead to forehead, a softness that wasn't to be without a sweet treat, as the angle of their lips were perfect for the mage to slot them together in a long-overdue expression of that fate-bound love.

Emon might tease him about these things, but Vega wasn't worried. They all had their little vices that got to them, and well, he was no different. Gods, the very thought of that sound had him wanted to cut off his own head and bury it into the ground just so he couldn't ever have to hear it again. And the only problem with that line of thought is that he might never see Emon's beautiful face again and how could he have that? ❝ ━ Despite my pains with it, sometimes the dead were easier to converse it, honestly. ❞ The thought makes him grin, ahhh the memories of that one ornery spirit that still hung around sometimes. What a grumpy shit.

The tender hand on his cheek makes Vega want to nuzzle into warm palm, but Emon's words are infinitely warmer. Praise does not often get him, but theirs do. Because it's sincere. It comes straight from the heart Azriel holds dear, the one he would destroy whole words to protect. ❝ ━ Our first battlefield together, I wanted to show you what I accomplished, just how much power I had at my disposal. In my heart, it was like me waving my presence to the world. Young me, was quite foolish, but he had a goal. ❞

Because Azriel was always present where Emon was concerned. Even the mere whisper, a thought of his name from Emon would always make him aware of his other half. That had never changed. ❝ ━ Had the hots for me when I was being bad ass, huh ? Makes me feel all warm inside. ❞ He's joking, but truthfully, there's something quiet and appreciative about Emon's words that make his entirety want to melt, to sit up and pay attention but their lap is far too comfortable.

Soft laughter escapes him. Ah, the mere mention of his last feat on Aaphrine. It wasn't even about the Sponsors or the world itself, but about seeing Emon in danger, about seeing the people around them trying their hardest and knowing this could've been the last chance to spend with his other half where he was able to shed Vega, and Azriel had stepped forth. Power meant nothing when protecting Emon, and that Sponsor had only met a fitting end. ❝ ━ I'd do it all over again. In that moment, I thought I'd lose you. ❞ Despite his smile, that one moment of true fear? Oh, he hates and loves it in tandem, but he'd do it again.

When their foreheads press together, Vega can feel his heart stutter, that cold black void filled bursting with light and stars as mouth slots over his own. It's the first time they've kissed, and he hopes it won't be the last but gods, it's perfect.

He doesn't need any grand gesture, no fanfare -- just the press of that mouth against his own. Something he's yearned for, for fucking decades, something he's dreamt about as Azriel when he was hurting and angry. It's the thing that's kept him going, so finally getting it? It was experiencing a shooting star, the first grasp of magic at his fingertips. It was experiencing the first breath of life. And oh, nothing could hope to truly describe it.

❝ ━ I love you. ❞ Not because they're kissing, but because he needs to say it. ❝ ━ I meant to say it before, but I was terrified. ❞ Breathless laughter leaves him, fingers slipping over gentle fingers, needing to keep him close as he steals two more kisses, needing to linger in the moment. to allow himself this gentleness where only his select few will only witness. To know he's still human in some way, whose able to feel warmth. ❝ ━ But I love you, so much. I've always loved you and I want to continue. In every capacity that you'll let me ? ❞ This vulnerability is not new for them, he's always been flayed open before Emon, but gods, he feels like he's stumbling while trying to lay out his heart. ❝ ━ Thank you for exisiting, Emon. For giving me a reason to believe in warmth and the ability to love.❞

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you think the itsy bitsy spider gave a fuck about the rain ? NO. it climbed the spout again. lock in twin. //Tyler

❝ ━ ty, you truly are an inspiration with your words. it makes me want to put the fabric of my being in letting a kelpie drag me under in that lake, ❞ he intones dryly, shooting his fellow witch a glare. its not that he's not up to the task, but why were tyler and lucio so chaotic? and that's saying something considering who khai was raised around. beasts of all kind and yet these two managed to surprise him every time. sighing, he moves closer to the lake, aware if the eyes beneath the surface watching his every move. but makes sure all his moves can be seen, from the way he unscrew the mason jar to the way he scoops moss into his hands and into said jar.

cold sweat rolls down the length of his spine, entirety freezing when muzzle surfaces just below his hand. it merely watches, no ill intent and khai gently lays his hand there, more than aware it might pull him under and he can hear tyler nearby but he shakes his head, dissuading him from moving closer. ❝ ━ sorry buddy, did we disturb your sleep? we'll be out of your hair soon, just gotta forage a little, y'know. ❞ finger gentle pets muzzle before teeth end up nipping at his fingertips, water snorted unto him. chuckling, he finishes getting the moss into another jar before getting to his feet, ❝ ━ next time, i kicking you in the ass, ty. growing up around creatures like this makes it easy, but goddamnit...❞ his heart is still thudding so hard against his ribcage.

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[ BECKON ] sender sees receiver and lifts their arm up so they can come hug/cuddle them //Bran @ Nyala

washing away the day's grime has her feeling refreshed. facial exfoliant, toner then moisturizer? and now she feels like a brand new person. goodness, sometimes she needed a day where people'ling wasn't a thing. nyala knows that's not a word, but it still applies. the only person she wants to be around these days is bran and lord does he just get her without the lioness having to say a single word.

gathering the mass of her hair into a bun, she slips off the satin scrunchie and ties it loosely in the back of her head and slips into a bonnet. ah, a nap is certainly on the horizon. stepping out of the bathroom, she sees bran already laying in the bed, and when he spots her, he lifts his arm to beckon her. the lioness doesn't need to be told twice truly. smiling fondly, she pads over, climbing into the bed and snuggling into his side, bare lips press to his jaw then resting her head on his shoulder.

no doubt he'd end up with his face in her cleavage and her face nuzzled into his hair, entangled in one another like they always are. it's truly the best way to sleep and this way, her warmth provides a soothing balm to those rainy day aches.

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