#chronic-night-dreamer

[v1lsxe]

𝓑ETTER 𝓒R ✷ ; intro

born under the southern sun with a heart full of poetry and fire, she grew up dancing through sun-drenched streets and scribbling lyrics on napkins. VIOLETA [...] has always been one of the most creative amongst her peers. well, passionate. passionate is the word. the kind of passionate that speaks with no rush, takes out her watercolors at 2 a.m, and falls in love with songs before the second verse. the kind that rewrites the world using a camera and the media that shapes her.

she's equal parts old hollywood glamour and barefoot rebellion - a walking contradiction wrapped in aguayo and smudged lipstick. violeta doesn't just live, she performs life, humming through the quiet and soaring through the chaos. always a dreamer, always a doer, she channels that fire into everything she touches, whether it's a song she's composing or a vlog capturing her latest musings.

and if you ask her where she's going, she'll probably say "everywhere" with a smile that makes you believe it.

to the masterlist. . .

violeta was born on the twenty-eighth of may, two thousand and four, in the warm, electric heart of santa cruz, bolivia—where the air hums with music and the streets remember everything. raised between cultures, sounds, and stories, she grew up with the kind of rhythm in her bones that couldn’t be taught. by the time she was seven, she was humming guitar solos and reciting poetry in two languages. by twelve, she was making films in her head and teaching herself three more.

now fluent in six languages and probably an actual genius (or so some of her teachers think), violeta is equal parts brain and heart—cultured, curious, and chronically creative.

A GIRL WITH HEADPHONES IN EVERY SCENE ✷ if you ask her friends, they might say her first love was her long-term boyfriend, ramón herarte. if you ask her, however, she’d tell you it’s music. because music is violeta’s first and truest love—classic rock is the religion, but she’ll find something to adore in almost any genre. if it makes her feel something, it makes the playlist. she plays guitar the way some people pray, and there’s always a song stuck in her head—though she’ll never complain about that. she’s got the kind of taste that makes people ask for her recommendations and then lie about having heard them.

CINEMA FOR THE SOUL ✷ film isn’t just a hobby, it’s a language. she watches movies the way some people read tarot—searching for signs, symbols, truths that hit too close to home. her mind holds scenes like stained glass, and she’s always noting the lighting, the way someone breathes between lines. she’s a romantic and a critic in equal measure. if it moves her, she’ll write about it. if it doesn’t, she’ll still find something to say. it was no surprise when she chose to major in film after graduation—everyone already knew the girl was born for the arts.

YOUTUBE: PART DIARY, PART REVOLUTION ✶ her youtube channel is a patchwork of her mind—video essays that spiral into poetry, vlogs that feel like long phone calls at midnight. it’s part film school, part diary, part nonsense. one week it’s a deep dive on coming-of-age tropes, the next it’s a quiet montage of city lights and thoughts she can’t quite name, and next is her ranking movies she watched this year based on how much they made her want to walk out the theater. nothing is ever just surface-level. every video is laced with feeling, framed like a scene, and backed by a soundtrack that always, always hits.

INK STAINED FINGERS & CALLOUSED HANDS ✷ when she’s not stringing together sentences or scenes, she’s probably playing guitar until her fingers ache or sketching lyrics in the margins of whatever paper is nearby. her notebooks are messy and sacred. she pours herself into every word, every chord, every late-night brainstorm that turns into a masterpiece before morning.

AT THE COURT ✷ oh, and she plays basketball, too. for the school team. she’s not loud about it, but when she’s on the court, she’s a force. focused, graceful, fast. the kind of player you don’t notice until she’s already made the shot. athleticism meets artistry—because of course it does.

[thatonefanficwriternooneknows]

FoxQuin Week Day 2: Chronic Pain

Good Afternoon/Morning/Evening/Night!

I am BLOWN AWAY by the response to my day 1 fic! Thank you all so much for your lovely tags and enjoyment of my fic, I can't wait to see what you all think of this one!

Again, I did both quote and writing prompt.

Day 2: Chronic Pain/"Unfortunately, General, I would need to be a sentient being for that"

I hope you enjoy :D

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Fox was convinced that the Kaminiise were full of osik.

They touted their own genius and the complexity of their products and straight up lied when talking about the Clones inability to be hindered by common ailments of the regular humanoid.

What a load of poodoo.

Tell that to the marching vode in his head that were doing their best to march right onto the couch he was currently laying on.

Lying crates of osik.

Hex had been trying to find a solution to the migraines since he replaced Chit as CMO and no cocktail of drugs has been able to even dull the chronic marching of vode. It was unbearable.

But Fox had been going through it long enough, he could power through if he had to, but he didn’t have to right now. Hence his prone position on his ugly but comfortably couch.

Good couch. Friendly couch.

“Wow. You look like shit, Foxy.”

Fox didn’t even twitch the arm thrown over his eyes, just groaned at the familiar voice of the constant pain in his shebs.

“That was crass, even for you, Vos.”

“Meh. I’m a shadow, babe, I can use outer rim curses if I want to.”

Firm hands in soft leatheris gloves carefully moved Fox until his head was laying on wonderfully plush thighs and Fox sighed and pushed into the lap he was now on.

Quinlan’s hands carefully framed Fox’s face and slowly started to heat up, using his Force osik to do his best to ease Fox’s pain.

It was hit or miss whether or not it would work and Fox dearly hoped that this was going to be one of the times it worked.

“I wish you could take a sick day or something like that for the days when the pain is this bad, Foxy. It doesn’t seem right that you just have to push through.”

Fox snorted as the pounding in his head started to subtly subside, enough to be background pain instead of the pain that demanded to be focused on.

“Unfortunately, General, I would need to be a sentient being for that. Did you know we don’t even have work week caps? If the Chancellor wants us to work one hundred twenty hours in a week then one hundred twenty hours we work.”

Quinlan scoffed.

“You and I both know you’re sentient. If only the Senate would get their collective heads out of their shebs maybe we could get your migraines worked out.”

“HA. And the Guard likes to call me a dreamer.”

Quinlan chuckled and carefully started sliding his fingers through Fox’s hair, making delightfully soft soothing circles into his scalp.

The Jedi clearly missed his calling as a masseuse.

“Come to the Temple medbay with me?” Quinlan spoke into his forehead, lips touching skin with every syllable. Fox shivered.

“You think they can find something that Hex couldn’t?”

“Bring Hex too. He can tell Che everything he tried. Maybe she’ll have other options. I hate seeing you like this.”

“Mmm. Next time. I just want to stay here a little longer.”

“Of course, Foxy.”

Quinlan gave him a chaste kiss before continuing his ministrations in Fox’s hair and humming lightly under his breath.

It was a good way to suffer through a migraine.

[roguelov]

Imagine a reader who has chronic nightmares and is afraid of falling asleep meeting and being comforted by Morpheus! <3

Angst? But with fluff? A bit of hurt/comfort??? HELL YESSSSSSSSSSSSS

At first you were accustom to the constant nightmares, although it was irksome and annoying to wake up with your heart pounding up in your throat, but you eventually accepted this was your fate. However, over the last month these nightmares leave you fearful to even sleep now. You held off sleep, drank an ungodly amount of caffeine, tried meditation and even some over the counter medication but none of it worked. Once you closed your eyes, you were tormented only to wake up minutes later and doomed to repeat the process.

Your disruptive sleep also gained the attention of the one responsible for such nightmares. Morpheus sensed the minor disruption, along with his nightmares moving onto the next dreamer suddenly. Curious, he turned his gaze to you. He watched as you appeared in a warped version of Fiddler Green with a slew of his nightmares lurking about. He watched as your eyes adjusted to the darkness only for you to instantly cower at the crunch of twigs and dried leaves. You swore under your breath, recognizing the place.

Then the hunt began.

A nightmare - a mix of predatory beasts and mythology - charged. Your breath hitched and your legs immediately knew what they must do: run. You ran and ran. But, the running was futile. The nightmare leapt high into the air, landing on your back. You screamed, you pleaded, you cried, then you disappeared.

You had woken up.

From then on, Morpheus was intrigued by you. He watched you a few more times, and each time a small ache in his chest grew. Nightmares were essential. They forced mortals to face their fears, to overcome them, yet this? This was not it. You were being tormented, instead of aiding he was hindering you.

So, when you fell asleep, Morpheus was ready.

This time instead of seeing the gnarly trees with its spindle like branches mimicking claws, you saw an endless field of an assortment of flowers.

“Is this to your liking?”

You whipped around. Your heart leapt up into your throat, ready for the nightmare to begin. It was no nightmare, nor monster. It was a man. He slowly approached you. “No nightmares will plague you tonight,” he said softly, like reassurance from a lover.

“How - how do you know that?” You asked, stepping back from him. “Who are you? Where am I and -“

“I am merely a friend at this moment,” he continued. “Please, allow me to right this wrong.”

He extended out a hand. You eyed it unsure of any of it.

“You will be under my care, let me offer you a sweeter night.”

What do I have to lose?

You stepped forward and slowly put your hand in his. His eyes softened. You cleared your throat, “What … what did you want to show me?”

“So much, my dreamer.”

For the first time in so long, you slept so soundly. You woke up with a long happy sigh, and with the feeling of your stranger’s hand in yours. Later that night, you were eager to fall back asleep. A voice warned you of a possible nightmare, but when you opened your eyes seeing the grand field you knew nothing would harm you again. And when your eyes meet your stranger’s dazzling blue, you felt so at peace. As if welcomed back home.

He extended his hand out again, “Where to now, my dreamer?”

[coldalbion]

Wind in the Trees

Insert me talking about eugenics again. Insert me talking about the ways in which there is another way to exist on an ontological and social level. Insert saying that this isn't just the US. Insert. Insert. Insert.

Move fast and break things leaves wreckage behind. The realities of those wrecked and those born bent -- twisted, turned, weirded and wyrded by fierce and furious fate say much without articulated "human" speech. A blackened tongue, forked and tasting the air; the sibilant hiss of falling rain and sizzling fire, the grief stricken howlings.

The worldfire burns in hideous combustible conflagration. Everything we thought we knew, shall, IS, passing away. That passed, so shall this.

There is a curious irony in fascist obsession with old Germanic and Northern European literature. Just as curious as the obsession with Ancient Rome, its Fall(s) and peaks. An obsession with might, with the strong arm that bends the world to its will.

And yet, anyone who studies the literature and mythic lines of song and story will find a crooked twist: it is the world(s) that bend the arm, not the other way around.

Might, of course, has its double. Main. Maegen. Meginn. Found in "might and main." Not individual strength but what comes down to us by the weavings, weirdings, and yet-more ways of complexity and ancestry and right-relating -- submergences and emergences. With so called "intergenerational traumas" harms, pains, curses, privations? Also come intergenerational cares, kindnesses, resilliences, stories, beneficisms and blessings. So it goes.

And I am tired, friends. Exhausted. Bad body days right now -- gone wheeling: into bad body nights into sleep debt into chronic pain coming hard and inexorable, making me into a snarling beast, a striking snake with bitter, caustic venom.

The worldfire burns. But I tell you this as a gift, with all that this riddlingly implies (especially for my German friends right now, in all senses) for there is another kind of fire.

What happens then, if we recognise the Need-fire as hearth, and tend to it as such?

What stirs in the ashes, left behind, and what do they stir in us?

Fascism might speak of the Men Amongst The Ruins. And I don't know much, but I do Ken this: there are, if you recall, Children of Ash (and Elm).

And the tales say, that when the Fimbulwinter passes, when Surtr's fire burns out, what emerges from the burnt Ash (mythic pun intended) but Líf and Lífþrasir.

Look them up. Ken them. Hold their fire-seededness close.

Fascism may sell one story. I give you another, for free, bound and bent as I am. A Man of Ash, if you like, with all the mythic echoes that implies. Not gendered, mind, more like Wer-Aesc. Like Wer + ald. Like World.

The Word For World Is Forest, wrote Ursula K. Le Guin.

(In that tale, great dreamers are "sha'ab", which colonial capitalist ecocider folks can only translate as, tellingly: gods.)

I write this, like this, because this is what I am, and what I am makes what I do. Insert your explanation, your favourite sense-making methodology here, if making sense is truly what you desire.

But if you desire something else in these past five hundred years or a thousand, of uneven Spasming and Collapsing?

Well:

Listen to the sound of the wind in the trees, when all is lost. Be it Ash or Oak - or in the Pines, as perhaps Mr. David Lynch might still say -- dead at present, though he may be

In the spirit of the conspiring of Ashes, windy and otherwise? By the mark of the fourth of Futhark and Futhorc:

I re-main,

Yr Humble Correspondent in Hanging Town.

[defect-child-of-eros]

Hi! I'm Gracie Monroe, I'm 15.

Description: Tan skin, brown hair, brown eyes. Loves to layer her clothes. Wears mushroom or frog earrings usually mushroom and has a pet frog named Samuel. She has wings but has never actually tried to use them. Also wears a pansexual pin cause that's her sexuality. Also had thick and long brown hair but usually keeps it up in a ponytail or bun or half up and down bun or ponytail. Also wears black gloves that Sunny gave her. She also has a messenger bag but it's full of some of the most random things pranking supplies, tissues, fidgets, secret cell phone and speaker, water bottle, a book, a note book, pencil case, etc. She also has a secret stuffed toy cat that's a calico cat named Callie.

Backstory: she's only been at camp for like a few weeks but the whole reason she's at camp is because her mom was killed. She had stayed home that day because she was really sick and it ended up in a hell hound attacking her house and because she wasn't strong enough to get up and fight she had to watch as her mother fought and kill the hell hound (her mother was a child of Athena) while she also resulted in dying to. The last thing she had told Gracie was to make sure she went to a camp called camp half blood and the rest of the information she'd need would be in her home office. She had followed exactly her mother said, searched the office, found what she needed and came to camp. She also is a pretty good fighter because her mom had taught her how. She also makes up a story anytime anyone asks why she came to camp, the only person that knows the truth is Chiron and Mr. D.

Abilities: She's a daughter of Eros, and legacy of Athena, but instead of being able to make people fall in love she can make people fall out of it and hate each other. But when she loves someone the ability doesn't affect them, the only person she's ever been able to touch without the powers affecting them was her mom because she loved her mom so much and her mom loved her back. Also idk if this is an ability but she can use electronics without it becoming a becon showing monsters where she is. She's really good at archery.

Personality: She's very outgoing but is very awkward.

Likes: She loves hugs. She doesn't do pranks herself but she has a huge stash of things that can be used for pranks. Well she claims she doesn't do pranks but she does do mischief so be warned not to get on her bad side. Also loves dancing, doesn't dance in front of or with others often but still dances in private. Is also really good at art (specifically body art).

Dislikes: people who are mean and Hellhounds

Will be edited as needed

Relations:

@maggiemelodies09 (best friend)

@sunny-child-of-apollo (personal night light and girlfriend)

@change-and-flourish (half siblings except Mazi is a God)

@spawn-of-dionysus (friends)

@dreamers-daughter (friends)

@lorelei-leslie-lee (Friends)

@the-young-prankster (Friends)

@unlicensed-field-medic (girlfriends brother)

@spiderboichildofathena (friends)

Talking: she talks in blue

(OOC: fyi I literally have no social life because all my friends I prefer hanging out with live in a different state than me so I kind of am chronically online so I will most likely always respond immediately if I'm not doing something at that moment)

[owl-with-a-pen]

My brain constantly ping pongs between thinking Nia is a chronic insomniac or still just narcolepsy levels of falling asleep anywhere and everywhere all the time. Maybe she’s also ping ponging between the two depending on how she’s doing with her powers at the moment. Sometimes she’s falling asleep at game night, at work, at the dinner table. Sometimes she goes three days on two non-consecutive hours of sleep. Every so often the universe throws her a bone and it’s normal for a while. And Brainy is either waking her up in stupid places in the middle of the day or pulling sleep hacks out of his sleeves at 2am, forever engaged in the game of trying to help his girlfriend get the correct amount of sleep.

Oh, oh, I actually shared some of my thoughts about this exact topic after the Dreamer/Flash crossover gave us some more delicious lore. You can read that here !

But, yes, I like to imagine Nia's sleeping pattern fluctuates, too. The Flash crossover gave us some more insight into Nia's abilities and confirmed that what was holding her back was the fact that she was fighting too hard to control her dreaming ability, which goes against the natural unpredictability of the visions themselves.

So, if Nia's in a good headspace, I think that's when she might find herself falling into the more narcoleptic characteristic of falling asleep in random places, although she no longer views it as the same stressor/inconvenience as before. She just had to learn to embrace that it's a natural part of her power and that she has to let her visions in when they come knocking, no matter where or when that might be.

The difficulty of leading a double life means that Nia often falls into the unhealthy habit of caffeine binging to keep herself from falling behind at Catco. So, if Brainy starts seeing coffee cups stacking up, he knows to check in with her.

Since talking about this the last time, I started thinking of possible tech that Brainy might design to help Nia keep track of her dreams. In real life, there are headbands or wristbands that can track sleep patterns, brainwaves, etc, and so I like to think that maybe Brainy adds an extra layer to Nia's bracelets, something that taps into her dream energy to notify her if she might be about to fall into the dream state. That way, she's got a bit of warning to prep for a vision, especially if she's somewhere public where randomly passing out might not be ideal. It also means she's less likely to turn to coffee to keep her awake and allows her to better embrace her powers to their fullest extent. Win-win 😉

[lazygravez]

me thoughts on dreamzzz so far:

im omly a few epsidos in

i might or might not fix this up later lol i am typing so lazily right now

LIST FORMAT GO

I likey da character designs so far. i dont think ive seen a legor character with vitiligo before so thats neat👍

me when i recognize a voice actor :pog:

personally i find it hard to get invested in the parts of stories about school because i had an not good school experience that i waould rather move on from now that i dont go anymore (yes i understabd i am outside the age range of the target audience) but thats personal preference

at first i was confused by some of the camera angles but then i realized it makes it more surreal like a dream and idk if thats intentional but im just gonna accept it

i have not learned all the terminology yet. whenever they say dream catcher night terror night hunter dreamer the meaning escapes me. some of those prolly arent even things they say. they just blend together in my head like that

so theres supposed to be a secret societey of dream imagineers or whatever theyre called but we have not seen any of them outside of Mr Oz. where are they

are the chimp and the random kid with the voice of a man dreamers too or are they just dream people

speaking of them. wjats their fucking deal. is he actually the dream founder. actually what even is a dream founder

im confused is he a nine year old that talks like a man or an old man who happens to look like a nine year old

dont answer these, i understand that thry will probably be explained to me later. i am just saying me questions

are characters in dreams sentient or just parts of peoples imaginations. i need to know

dude if i was in this show i wouldve been the worst dream saver (or whatever their called) ever. when i was their age i had chronic insomnia SKULL EMOJI

i am wanting to keep watching so the show did its job im that regard👍

[traincat]

get to know me

Tagged by @ladymercury-10! tag whoever you want to get to know better!

Three ships: IkeSoren has taken over my entire life. FlashKaine, because I have @pariah-arts' What Died Didn’t Stay Dead on my mind, and Spideytorch in perpetuity. I have something I'm working on for them that I'm going to drop in the tag at some point the exact same way a cat drops a dead rat on their sleeping owner.

First Ship: probably Ash/Misty from Pokemon lol. that's the first thing I can like, consciously remember shipping in a "I want these characters to Hold Hands" way.

Last song: Casual by Chappell Roan.

Last Film: Little Richard: I Am Everything. I think the last fiction movie I watched was Miss Granny, which made me WEEP and miss my own grandma.

Currently Reading: stuff for work lmfao. I read a lot of manuscripts for my job which kind of cuts into enjoyment reading.

Currently watching: True Detective: Night Country! I've been loving it so so much. I also watch a lot of documentaries (I like to have the TV on while I work or write), and I need to finish Love Between Fairy and Devil.

Currently consuming: aren't we all consuming all the time something something capitalism. I don't really know what this means. I just ate white fish salad on a cracker with kimchi. and now I have coffee.

Currently craving: I really want a fried oyster.

Tagging @pariahsdream, @loisfreakinglane, @ladypfenix, @chronic-dreamer, @unclepetunio and anyone who wants to do this. Consider yourself tagged!

[makeadealwithdean]

WIP TITLE GAME

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

thank you for the tag @kallisto-k!! i've been so excited to do this, just had to find time cause i have way too many wips/fic ideas

Supernatural WIPs:

#1 let me

#2 'tis the damn season (series)

#3 bleeding in love (series)

#4 dear, though the night has gone (series)

#5 "jar!"

#6 a castle made of sand

#7 bff (best friend fallout)

#8 destiel goes to hot topic

#9 english girls

#10 illicit affairs

#11 is everything a bob seger song to you?

#12 it cut deep to know you, right to the bone

#13 just because we're blood don't mean we relate

#14 love you real, love you raw

#15 birthday spanking

#16 my heart belongs to daddy

#17 red wings

#18 soulless sam chasing you through the woods

#19 spanish homework help

#20 christmas fic

#21 why are you here?

Stranger Things WIPs:

#22 that's how my love goes

#23 strawberries and cigarettes

#24 massage fic au

#25 breaking him

#26 dial drunk

#27 black & white

#28 billy goes to the byers house

#29 (pretty boy) don't get cut on my edges

#30 a night in

#31 back seat

#32 deal gone right

#33 guitar player

#34 let me fix your crown

#35 this love is ours

The Vampire Diaries WIPs:

#36 love sucks (spn crossover)

#37 poker face

#38 they say i did something bad, why's it feel so good?

#39 what am i seeing? (spn crossover)

#40 ian somerhalder is actually a vampire?

#41 feel so close to you right now

#42 dreams

#43 never knew i could feel this much

#44 drunk in love

Criminal Minds WIPs:

#45 mgg jazz club fic

#46 dance floor mishap

bold = actually partially written fics, the others are more bullet pointed ideas

right so, that was a lot, but if you want to ask me about any of them in hopes i'll actually sit down and finish them, PLEASE DO. i'll link my ask box here. i need all the motivation i can possibly get <3

anywho, tagging @hintsofhoney @jensengirl83 @wayward-dreamer @dragonflylady77 @hellcheercaine and whoever else wants to join! sorry if you've already done it, and i've tagged you, i really need to get back into being chronically online lmao

[hannahhook7744]

Jane Darling headcanons revamped;

Her full name is actually Jane Marian Stuart-Darling of Darling Coast.

She is the oldest grandchild of her family at 32 years old by the time the events of the pocketwatch transpire.

She has two younger brothers—William (24) and Daniel (17).

She has Danny has 7 first cousins (Jeremiah, Wilma, Diana, Moria, Jonathan, Wallace, and Dalton) and 2 second cousins (Millie and Warpaint).

Jane is the only one old enough to actually remember their great aunt, Millicent, unfortunately enough.

She is also a big nerd—loving books, dnd, role playing, cosplaying, and is a chronic day dreamer. She also loved school when she was in it.

Jane is a very strong swimmer and loves going swimming with her husband, Alex (who just so happens to be Melody's ex).

She is bestfriends with Jim Hawkins and got into a lot of shenanigans with him as a kid. After she mellowed out because of her Neverland adventure, that is.

She owns a lot of maps and still has Nanny ||.

She is a night owl and practically lives on energy drinks and coffee.

This is because she doesn't want to have to deal with her horrid nightmares of her time in Neverland.

Jane also loves treasure hunting and climbing things.

She learned how to use a rapier better after Neverland so she could better protect herself, her brothers, and her cousins.

She likes traveling and has a vial of pixie dust Peter gifted her the last time she was in Neverland.

She met Jim in the Naval academy when they were kids and she has since became an instructor at Neverland Academy.

Jane is very close to her parents and loves them dearly.

She drives a purple car, which is her favorite color.

She also loves fishing even if she won't admit it.

[yumeka]

MAGIC & ABILITIES

Monday's magics can be classified into two categories: passive && active. her passive magics are the magics she uses subconsciously, without really having to put much thought and effort into casting (mainly the magics she uses for communication), while her active magics are something she has to actively be thinking about and casting to use, and are the magics they would classify themselves as a mage in.

PASSIVE MAGICS:

SCRIPT MAGIC: Monday's primary way of communication is by using an altered form of script magic. unlike with most script magics, where the script will perform whatever is written out, monday's scripts basically have no effect and only appear to put her thoughts into words. a good example would be if they said 'boom', instead of the script exploding like it normally would, the word just appears before vanishing with no effect. most people would find it weird to alter a magic to be effectively useless, but monday has had one too many conversations end with destruction for them not to look into altering the property of the magic.

ILLUSION MAGIC: this magic works in compliment to their script magic solely to make their scripts more visible to whoever they are talking to. this typically will manifest in the form of little speech bubbles floating by their head or whatever is the object of focus. in instances where words aren't effective, the illusions will form question marks or exclamation around their head, kinda like how they can be drawn in anime or manga. in scenarios where they need to draw attention to themselves (either good or bad) the illusions will typically look like fireworks going off to draw attention to her.

ACTIVE MAGICS:

DREAM MAGIC: A magic originating in Alvarez, dream magic allows the caster to harness an individuals dreams and pull objects, spells and on extreme occasions, people from the dream into the waking world. it often gets mistaken for a type of requip magic due to items & objects being the easiest things to pull out of dreams. this magic does come with some heavy caveats, namely being that the user cannot pull items from their own dreams, and the individual they are harnessing their dreams from has to actively be asleep. the moment the person wakes up, all items pulled from the dream vanishes, like they never existed in the first place.

DREAM WALKER: An advanced subcategory of dream magic, dream walker allows the user to enter and manipulate peoples dreams. while using this skill the caster does vanish from the waking world and is only present within the target's dream. if the dreamer is lucid dreaming, they will have equal or more control of the dream than the caster, but in most scenarios, the caster is in full control of the situation and can add or remove things to the dream. if the dreamer is awoken at any point, the caster is removed from the dream instantly, and it's a rather violent process leaving the caster dazed and in worse case scenarios injured. Monday only ever uses this magic with consent of the dreamer and uses it as a type of therapy to help people with chronic nightmares, going into them and manipulating them into something more pleasant to help the person sleep through the night

SLEEP MAGIC: Because their magic is heavily reliant on an individual being asleep to work, Monday knows the most basic forms of sleep magics. she never will put anyone to sleep involuntarily unless they are deemed as a threat, and in most situations don't disclose this as a magic they have in case they do need to incapacitate someone momentarily

[daxieoclock]

OCs

Dia - full name: Seprigrininat-un-Diadelixaphage. Greymoral homunculus with an empathy disorder, raised as an assassin by her father, whom she killed for abusing her sister. She and her siblings are in hiding from the crime empire who owns their father’s debts, and Dia is trying to find both her purpose and her brother, who was captured by said crime empire. She was a pirate for a year, wears a skull bandana and uses a scythe and weather magic.

(art by my friend’s friend Park who does not have tumblr)

Farris - a gaunt woman who sold her soul to an undead fae in order to escape abuse, and is now hunting that fae to kill her so she can die freely on her own terms. Dia’s rival and eventual lover. She lashes out as a defense mechanism. Manipulates her own body into a weapon with the magic of the undead.

Max Enoch - a teenage Jewish trans girl with a golem made of folded paper, a crush on her best friend Jenny, and severely repressed trauma. Tries really hard to be an aloof cool girl at the cost of her vulnerability.

(art by @lilyhoshikawa​ )

Primrose - goes by Prim. The poltergeist of the girl haunting this narrative. She’s insanely powerful and insanely vindictive, an apparent human living in a mirror world of twisted deities, whom she both culls and protects. Daughter of the Dreamer - the invisible “Idmon.”

Puck - a little boy with antlers, a scar over one eye and whimsical theater kid energy. He is just a little guy. Prim’s baby brother, son of the Dreamer - the invisible “Titania.”

(art by @cattownartist​ )

Lucy “Twitch” Blum - newly out trans girl still dealing with a whole lot of trauma. Almost killed the party when her self-loathing took monstrous form, but she got better. Accompanied by her Persona, Venus. In a very lovey-dovey relationship with resident butch Lena.

Arcade Cassidy - bartender and butch eyecandy by night, nerdy terminal insomniac by day. Horribly cursed, and dealing with it the best they can - by being buried in medical debt, mostly. Probably going to eat a g-d some day.

Mezzanine “Mezz” Penglihaten - mixed Indonesian and Japanese, she’s chronically ill chemistry major and part time magical girl, by the name “Transience.” The providor of her powers takes the specter form and name of “Izanami.” While Mezz is firm and softspoken, Transience is cocky and brash and loud. Full profile here.

Keth Sayar - up and coming punk rock star, shredding her way through the undercity of Zaun...or so she likes to say. Despite her insistence on her stage name - Caustic Shock - she’s as of yet an inexperienced band geek running around with a haunted electric guitar, getting into trouble. And she’s 15. But it’s not a phase, mom!

[nimdreams]

My Archetype

I am a dreamer archetrope. I identify this way because of my strong connection to dreams and because of my daydreaming tendencies. An archetrope is often something you inspire to be, and I inspire to let dreams affect my daily life, to be with my head in the clouds, drifting away to beautiful places. I wish to be the dreamer; full of imagination, the creative, the fantastical, the fantasizer. It is also something innate.

I am also strongly connected to dreams, it is part of my star and fox spirit identities. As a star I was made from the Dream and for fox spirit, dreams is where I am truly fully myself. I have multiple vivid and often lucid dreams every night and have access there to all my magical abilities.

I believe this identity has greatly helped me in life. When I was severely chronically ill, I still had a life in my mind. I had distraction and wonder. It has helped me through tough times. I love living my life as a dreamer.

I think this archetrope has also heavily influenced my alterhumanity in general. If I wasn't a dreamer, I might not have had my fox spirit dreams and my rich inner world as a star. I don't have many goals in life, I just want to remain deep in fantasy.

This identity connects me to the child in me. When I was young I had such a vivid imagination. I channel that still. It is something I tried to push away, tried to live in the "real" world, but opening myself up to being a dreamer is so much more wonderful. I allow myself to be me.

I am literally and figuratively a dreamer.

[raliasnox]

More old OC things- this is Azlin also known as Dreamer/Lucid. He's a chronically anxious and withdrawn lad who lands in other people's minds whenever he sleeps. By day, he is distant and half-there, by night? He finally can think clearly (even if his life is constantly in danger)

[grassberrymattresskarurindia]

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[ejs-eggs]

Dynasty [chapter 1]

107 AC

The year of Maenyra Targaryens birth was one of great strength. House Targaryen was under the new rule of King Viserys i Targaryen, a young and peaceful man who extended the vitality of their house that his predecessor had brought before him. Her birth to his brother, Prince Rhaelar Targaryen was celebrated by all except Rhaelar himself. Maenyra, despite her health and vigor, would never be a boy and thus never an heir to Rhaelar. He had seen the plight of his eldest brothers want for a son, and was not keen to share the same fate. He begged his wife, the Lady Vhaehra Targaryen for another chance at a son. Despite her reluctance, she was quick to succumb to a second pregnancy. This one being more taxing on her body than the last. She suffered faintness and pain, becoming all too familiar with the confines of her apartments. Maenyra was brought up by a wet nurse at this time, as many royal babes were. However, she saw less and less of her mother as Vhaehras pregnancy progressed. It was of little consequence to the baby, who only desired loving hands and a breast of milk, all of which were readily available. Only a few short months after her birth, the egg placed within Maenyras cradle by her cousin, Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, hatched a large dragon of black and red scales. Resembling the black dread himself, she was dubbed “Modor” by Rhaenyra, who was fascinated by the little creature and her baby cousin.

Vhaehra, for all her frailty, miraculously gave birth to two healthy and screaming boys less than a year after Maenyras birth. Rhaelar was thrilled, and the arrival of the twin boys delighted the court. Baelon and Daelar Targaryen, with the former being the eldest of the two, were also given dragons eggs. Theirs however, would never hatch. Rhaelars sons would never take to the skies on the backs of their own dragons, much to his own displeasure.

Their mother, after the birth, was too weak to even hold the boys. Her heart had never recovered from the strain of her difficult pregnancy, and she fell into chronic illness despite the efforts of the keeps maesters. She would never give birth to another, would never gather the strength to hold her own children, would never be a mother to them. Luckily, Rhaelars' desire for sons had ceased, and he immediately took to fatherhood with the two boys.

Maenyra did not receive her fathers affections in the same way. She was loved and cared for, but never more than was necessary. As she grew, she found comfort in her distant family. Her royal cousin would allow Maenyra to accompany her, as if in a way they shared each other's loneliness in the loss of their mothers. Rhaenyras influence sparked a wildness in Maenyras heart, and influenced her in a way that would shape the young girl's future. By her 18th year, she was well traveled, spending much of her time on dragonback, much to her father’s chagrin. The peace she was privileged enough to enjoy would not last forever, as she would soon come to find.

This was the year her dreams began, the year her haunting commenced.

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The first two chapters are short ones, but I promise itll pick up with my next few ones ‼️