#daydream game

[naturaldreamer]

📓 ayo!

Ayo~! (This is for a post that says talk about a story that you daydream about instead of writing down kind of thing.)

I've been daydreaming about Stella (my self insert OC) having dreams of each Bad Sans, but no matter what kind of dream it is, there's an invisible wall between Stella and any of the the guys, including Nightmare.

They can hear each other perfectly, but they cannot touch one another.

At first, some of the guys were threatening her life (Killer being flirty but still threatening) because well... Stella's human. Some of them ignored her or didn't talk much. Nightmare, being Nightmare, tried to manipulate the dream, but it won't turn into a bad dream no matter how hard he tries.

It's pretty much any beautiful scenery that Stella makes. It can be the view of the ocean, the starry sky, a wide open field with huge clouds floating by, and so much more.

Eventually, after some time passes, the guys learn that whenever they dream about Stella, they don't have nightmares. Just...peace.

Each of them with their own pace gradually warms up to her and some might even call her a friend... Or perhaps something more.

Some more time will pass before some of them become somewhat irritated that there's a wall between them and Stella.

What if one day... The barrier breaks...?

(Thanks for asking~! ♥♥♥)

[in-a-continuous-daydream]

I can't fathom the fact that some people watch a movie, show or read a book they like and they just go: "I liked it :)" and that's it....girl how?? Whenever I like a movie, tv show, book or musical I need to inhale that piece of media like it's air, I need to self insert myself in it and create an elaborate plot line for my character in it, then I listen to music that reminds me of the piece of media and think of it 24/7, while obsessively rewatching scenes and analyzing every bit of it till I notice details nobody has seen, finally, I try to convince people to watch it with me so that I can experience it for the first time through them. Then my obsession dies and I feel empty until the next one comes along..... and you're telling me people can enjoy something and just...go to sleep and not think of it again????

[nebu-lime]

I dont control my autism. It just screams “BE OBSESSED WITH CARTOON CAT AND DOG FROM BAD MASCOT HORROR GAME NYEOOOOOWWWWW”

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[eternalergo]

Why @deepdwellingsteamboat would you be my enemy??? My skeleton army will welcome and embrace you warmly to our tea party 😌

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[sparrowsupportgroup]

hyperspecific things i daydream about for Ais’s route:

i. bar brawl

So, you know how Ais likes bar brawls? Imagine a scene similar to the one when he punches the roughneck in the demo but this time it’s multiple roughnecks and the stakes are even higher, they’re even more deadly, and a lot more is at risk - like your life, for example.

If Ais knocked out a roughneck that threatened you and he barely knew you at that point, I feel he would do even more destructive damage to any threats when he’s really attached to you if it meant keeping you safe.

So I imagine instead of Ais merely just fighting in the bar brawl, he straight up slaughters EVERYBODY(expect you of course) and now y’all are both surrounded by the carnage he created and you have to deal with the aftermath of him struggling to control his emotions, the aftermath of realizing when Ais loves someone, it’s a bloodbath for everyone else. But you already love red if you love Ais.

ii. flood

Considering Eridia is a river city, I wonder if there has ever been a flood?

This could be a bad end scenario or something, but I think it would be crazy if Eridia would have a flood except all the water is from the Seaspring.

Ais could try his best to contain the Seaspring waters but Ocudeus literally forces his hand/takes control of him and Eridia is swept away into a red, watery apocalypse.

Ais has to be tortured by the fact that he not only doomed everyone, he also doomed you.

iii. trust

Sorta continuing from the second scenario, I would love to see a situation where Ais’s self-control is put to the test.

Hyperspecific circumstance, but imagine if Ais has to carry you across the waters of the Seaspring for your safety. Of course, this is a nightmare for the both of you.

You have to anxiously wonder if Ais, known to be unpredictable and slowly losing control of his mind, won’t submerge you under the water, forcing your submission to the Groupmind and Ocudeus, if he has sinked far enough down into the darkness of the abyss to even consider betraying your trust in him in such a horrific way.

For Ais, his façade of calm is slowly splintering. He has lost so many people dear to him, some even by his own hand. He knew better than to get attached to you but it’s too late; you’re in his veins, in his blood, and he cannot purge you out even if he wanted to.

He’s holding you above the water as high he can but it’s so easy, so tempting, to let you go, to let you fall, to hold you down under the water as you struggle for your life, for your sanity, for your humanity.

But every time he toes the edge of that cliff, ready to jump off with you trapped in his arms, Ais pulls himself back. He can’t betray your trust or your hard-earned faith in him; he cannot douse the flickering hope that, against all odds, that he can protect you. That he can save you. That there’s salvation in his hands that can hurt, and will hurt again.

So Ais holds you tighter to him, so tight you’re almost melded into his skin. Whether it’s to comfort you or him, he does not know.

[teddybeartoji]

ok but do you think toji gets a good laugh out of you playing shooter games like call of duty or smth..... i feel like no matter what au he knows his guns lmao so whenever you're talking abt the weapons or whenever you use any sort of game lingo that similar to military terms, he's just staring at you with his eyebrows raised and with an amused smile on his lips. he thinks it's fucking hilarious. but i do think he'd find it impressive, too... if you're good, i mean. if you're hitting your shots and doing a good job and if you've really have familiarized yourself with the names of the guns and you know your shit, this man is popping a fat boner.

if you suck, he's gonna tease the living fuck out of you:333

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Since you've done a mini ask with winged Mc how do you think the M6 would react to a winged Mc that doesn't take proper care of their wings?

I.E Mc should be preening them weekly but only does it when they feel as uncomfortable as they look. Having ruffled, bent, and broken feathers

The Arcana HCs: M6 with a Winged MC

~ put a spin on this so I could apply it to the vesuvia weekly prompt, hope you enjoy it anon friend! ^.^ ~

-- to set the scene --

You like having wings. You really do, but sometimes you wouldn't mind forgetting about them for a bit. Just putting them away, where they can't catch on door frames or whip into people's faces or make you wince every time the sensitive feathers snag on something. Folding them out of sight and being able walk around without the stares is so nice, it becomes your new normal.

Until one day, the pain that's been slowly twisting knots into your shoulders and back becomes too much to bear, and you pull your wings out for the first time in months. They're crushed. Ruffled. Just looking at them is the stuff of nightmares.

Thankfully, your beloved seems to think they're the stuff of daydreams.

Julian

He'd known that something was wrong with your back - the only other person he knows with that many knots in their shoulders is himself - but he'd had no idea it was because of this

Why didn't you say anything? Did you think you'd be asking him for too much work?? Don't you know that taking care of you and seeing you depend on him makes him the happiest man alive???

Rummaging through his overstocked medicine cabinet, rambling between self deprecation for not noticing more and nerding out on winged human anatomy

Doesn't think to ask if it's okay to help until he's already seated behind you, reaching for your wings and realizes your closeness

Excellent at wing care once you tell him what he needs to know, his eyes and hands are trained for spotting physical issues and delicately treating them. He touches you like he's cherishing you

Can't stop daydreaming about how romantic it would be if you ever saved him like this, swooping through the air and snatching him from a burning pirate ship where he'd been held hostage ...

Asra

They'd been the one to teach you about how to manage your wings, and they'd been hinting at maybe taking care of them sooner, but they'd also done their best not to interfere

Approaching you quietly with a pained but sympathetic look on his face, bringing you the stuff you need and telling you however bad it is, you'll fix it together

Has the softest touch, running their warm hands over your shoulders and back as they work through your feathers, easing the pain both in your wings and through your muscles

The funny thing about his daydreaming tendencies (and goodness, does he love to spend time doing that -) is that when he's relaxed, he mumbles

Which is how you begin to hear all kinds of muttered whispers about how gloriously soft they are, how much they just want to hold you in their arms while you shroud them in your wings

All wrapped up in a tiny, feathery, world of your own, with nothing in your shared space but each other - MC, why are you blushing??

Nadia

Let it be known that this Countess is the queen of self-care and values it so highly that she sets aside a weekly budget for it

Which is why seeing your state is enough to horrify her

Your wings! Your glorious wings, they're in such poor shape, you must be in so much pain, her darling deserves so much better

She's dragging you to her private bath. She'll put you in a robe that lets your wings loose and set you up for an afternoon of recovery

Her perfectionist tendencies make for a thorough preening. She'll sit with you between her knees, carding through your wings feather by feather, straightening each one

And with the top quality products from her own personal stash, you slowly begin to glimmer in the sunlight through window

It captures your Countess's attention, making her linger over each feather and cover your wings in loving touches

She wants to see you glorious - she wants to cover you in fabrics and adornments so fine you look like you've stepped from a stained glass window, her own angel on earth

Muriel

He knows you have wings and he'd falsely assumed that the reason for never seeing them was because you didn't want to risk him crushing them with his big, clumsy hands and rough touch

(Note: his hands are not clumsy and his touch is actually quite delicate, he just needs help believing that he's not a danger to you)

Thankfully, the painful state of your wings when he sees them causes enough concern to override his anxiety

He'd be lying if he said you didn't remind him of a very tired, gorgeous bird who's been roughed up by a bad storm

Starts by silently bringing you everything you need, and then standing watchfully nearby until you invite him to help you

He's cared for wings before (though never ones this big, or attached to a human) and he doesn't need much help to get started. Feeling your feathers between his fingers is grounding

He keeps seeing visions of you at peace, the sunlight between the leaves dappling your wings as you walk through the trees, his own heart in the forest bringing beauty and wholeness into the world

Portia

Her first reaction (to someone who doesn't know her well) is anger

How could you do this to yourself? You have the most beautiful wings, they're such a big part of you, and you neglected them like this?? How dare you cause yourself this much pain -

All while she bustles around you, pulling out every product you could need and plenty of other comforting items, pulling up a stool behind you and rolling up her sleeves like it's her calling

She'll figure things out as she goes if she needs to, so don't even think about trying to tell her that you'll handle it yourself

With her background in Vesuvia's version of cosmetology, she understands quickly what you need to get done and already has the skill set to do so. Her hands are fast, thorough, and gentle

The longer she works with you, the more excited she gets. How often are you supposed to care for them? How high can you fly? How sensitive are they? Can she keep one of your feathers?

Soon she's telling you snippets from her favorite novels, about flying together through the sky, an angel and their lover

Lucio

He doesn't really notice how bad your wings are at first, because he's busy being briefly jealous. How come you get to have them and not him? He could totally be trusted with wings!

It's only as he pouts a little closer and gets a better look at the pained look on your face (and the frankly terrible state of your feathers) that he shifts from annoyance to concern

You're the best thing in his life, MC, why aren't you treating yourself like it? Why would you neglect such an awesome thing?

He gets your reasons, but he's also asking right away if he can help

(Because he loves you and he doesn't like seeing you in pain, but also because he really, really wants to touch them, please let him touch them they looks so cool and soft and ... safe?)

It's the safety that gets to him. When you nod and let him sit behind you, literally watching your back, showing immense trust and vulnerability by letting him hold your wings

He wants to know what it's like to hold onto that safety, the brief respite from violence, securely hidden behind your wings ...

[zzoupz]

the them. I swear this is the last time I'm changing any design sorry

+ stuff idk

[gaysolangelo]

the aftg brainworms have infected me too deeply. i can’t even function at work now.

i met an older coworker today named andrew, and he told me about another coworker named neil. so andrew’s talking about how reliable neil is, and he phrases it as “neil’s great. neil keeps me straight.” and it took every ounce of self-control i had not to choke at the irony.

like omg these are common names, why am i giggling and imagining a middle-aged andreil corporate office AU instead of doing my job 😭

[conspicuous-clown-car]

did you guys know that the east arcade is one of my most favorite spots in the pizzaplex

so much so that ive dreamed about it multiple times

just look:

fucking sublime

[maddgical-boy]

maladaptive/immersive daydreaming ask game! (*¯︶¯*).｡o○O☁️

send in a number (or multiple) and if you feel like it, an accompanying paracosm/para!

(apologies for how wordy these are. i am not a man known for my brevity)

reblog and have fun with these! (and if you reblog this or send me an ask, i'll send you one too)

how long have you been daydreaming for? (bonus if you can remember: what was your first daydream scenario/paracosm?)

if your paracosm had a popular fandom, what do you think it'd be like?

do you have any paracosms that aren't huge, but that you fall back on when The Time Is Right™️?

WOULD YOU RATHER: have your daydreams projected onto a screen attached to your head at all times OR be entirely unable to daydream ever again for the rest of your life?

what para of yours is most like you? self inserts and paraselves don't count!

how did you come up with your paras' names? did they come to you randomly or did you spend hours researching name websites?

imagine your paras have at least a basic knowledge of driving (or even just like, cars). can they parallel park? (bonus points if you explain it like in this post)

do you do extensive worldbuilding for your paracosms? if you do, what are some of your favorite elements?

if your paras found out you were their creator, how would they react?

if you have a self insert/paraself, how similar are they to you?

is there any time of the day where you can't/don't daydream?

are your daydreams linear and structured, or do you jump all over the place?

what's a song you've been daydreaming to lately, and what's your favorite moment in said daydream?

do your paras age with you, or are their ages static? does it feel weird to be older than a para you were previously the same age as?

if you had the opportunity to leave this world and live in your paracosm forever, would you? why or why not?

(if you have multiple) which paracosm of yours is most grounded in reality? which is most fantastical?

make one of those "[blank] spoilers without context" memes for your paracosms. then explain it (or don't :))

who is your second favorite para, and why aren't they your favorite?

what would your paras' typing styles be like? do they use lots of emojis? sign off each text like a letter? type with lots of weird spaces and ellipses?

do you move a lot when daydreaming, and if so, in what ways?

have you ever wanted to make a piece of media of your paracosm (comic, animation, visual novel, novel, tv show, etc.)? what are elements that would be apart of it?

when you actively want to start daydreaming, what is your mind's process? do you tune back in like it's a tv show? flip through imaginary files? let it come naturally?

do you ever daydream about yourself (not a self insert, just you)?

do you have any two paras that are polar opposites to one another? (they don't even have to exist in the same universe, just in general)

what para would you absolutely hate in real life?

FREEBIE! drop some long-winded lore or some memes or whatever you want ^▽^

when you experience a daydream block or crash, what are things you do to try and fix it? (or ways you cope. lmao i get it)

for fictparacosms, do your daydreams affect how you perceive the media and/or the fandom?

if you ever write down things about your daydreams (truly anything at all — notes, dialogues, descriptions, etc), share a random snippet with no context.

if your paras had madd/daydreamed immersively, what would they daydream about?

for any pairings (romantic, platonic, familial, whatever), what is the dynamic between your paras like?

if you could make a bingo of common elements of your daydreams (paracosm-specific or not), what would be on some of the squares?

if you have tried to make your paras in character makers (picrew, meiker, etc), what is an aspect of your para that these makers never/rarely have?

are your daydreams clear in your mind's eye?

if you have multiple paracosms, what would it be like if they had a crossover?

[maroonmused]

i still can’t believe they used the instrumental to cigarette daydreams for this mission like that was honest to god attempted murder by insomniac. the song, the nostalgia for the kids they were before emily and ben died and harry got sick, the warm autumn colors, the reunion patching together a pivotal part of peter’s life at a time he literally needs it most after getting fired from brooklyn visions. and in the scene before this, peter’s remembering may’s lesson about maintaining balance in his life then boom the return of one of the people who keep him rooted in life outside the mask when it’s so easy to breeze by it. first act of sm2 i love you.

[localsya]

Hello! I am not sure if you take requests, but i would love to see your take on Daydream!

Midnight looks stunning in your hands and TYSM IF YOU EVER DO HER!

took me more than a month sry my son dkfjhnfdk but hell yeah i can

daybreaker sketch + cleaned bust too cuz i had a lil bit too much fun, had to rewatch the movie tho dfkjghd i kinda liked the idea of her hair being straight up sunfire instead of just lighting up(? plus the on fire feet too dffdjkbghd

[harmlessghosty]

What if Ais finds out you’ve got the flu and hauls you to the Seaspring to nurse you back to health with hot tea and homemade snacks and to cuddle with Princess.

What if Leander notices you’re sick and hangs out in your room with you, ordering room service so he doesn’t have to leave your side.

What if Mhin sees you coughing through Eridia and hauls you to their place so they can bring you soup while also calling you an idiot for overworking yourself.

What if Vere watches you sniffling into a handkerchief and brings you into his room where there’s a million soft pillows and blankets, and he curls his tail around you to keep you comfy.

What if Kuras senses you’re sick and brings you medicine, then makes sure to keep you in his clinic so he can check on you every hour and give you forehead kisses.

[ohwowimlonley]

Hello my precious babies. Today I’m here to talk about Coriolanus Snow and Sejanus Plinth. No this isnt going to be the only time i talk about them. Yes you can ask for more (beg me, im narsacistic)

Thinking about being a peacekeeper recruit at the sane time as them. You’re from the districts so Coryo, obviously, thinks lesser of you. You fall for Sejanus first, how could you not? Those big glassy eyes and soft as pillows lips, you didn’t stand a chance.

He’d sneak you into his bunk room late at night. Sejanus didn’t do well living with other people so his dad all but bought him a two person room to share with Coriolanus. Still, even with enough space in the room to have two beds across from each other, rather than stacked on top of each other, that doesn’t mean you’re quiet enough to keep from waking his friend up.

He’d have you on your stomach, cheek pressed to his one and only pillow and facing Coryo while he blankets himself over you and grinds into you slowly, steadily. He knows id he goes any faster you’ll make that impossible to muffle whining sound, so he keeps at his pace, massaging his spongy tip against your sweet spot.

Of course, theres no stopping the groaning creek of the bedframe that eventually wakes Coriolanus up. You’re the first one to catch on, but you can’t voice it to the man on top of you, brain too scrambled from the way Sejanus starts gently rubbing at your clit. He doesn’t take his eyes from yours, staring at you with those grayish-blues and it just makes you clench harder around Sejanus’ pulsing cock.

Coryo sits up and swings his legs over the side of his bed, revealing the fact that he sleeps in just a pair of boxer shorts and a plain white tank top. Sejanus, hearing the movement, looks over at his friend and grins. Now that he knows you’re hear, Sejanus can really have his fun.

With no warning whatsoever, you’re being manhandled onto all fours so Sejanus can get even deeper inside of you, and his pace increases tenfold. You can’t help the long, loud string of curses and whimpers that escape your mouth.

“Shut her up, would you Coryo?” Sejanus grunts, and his friend doesn’t waste a second coming over and nudging the tip of his dick against your bottom lip. You suck him in without question, licking all against the prominent vein running over the underside of it.

His precum coats the back of your throat in a delicious cream, and his size is perfect for muffling the sounds you let out from how hard Sejanus is hammering into you. He never gets to be this rough, mostly because you have to be so secretive about your relationship, so it’s a shock to you when he lands a resonating slap! against your ass.

So that’s how the three of you spend your night, and most nights after that: with one of them in your mouth to shut you up and the other filling your pussy. Eventually, you’d teach both of the boys how to suck eachother off, considering you’d be quite the expert after so many times. Coryo would be more reluctant, but you’d give him those pretty eyes and promise to ride him afterwards and he agrees with a grumble. Sejanus would be a pro at it, and it’d be so cute to see Coryo’s face get all red while Sejanus kisses him on his tip.