#disarray! null (nightmare)

[levenxa]

Nightmare Les Ténèbres (Null)

Gender: Nonbinary

Pronouns: He/They

Sexuality: Bisexual (achillean preference)

Height: 5’5

Age: 124

Likes: Reading, Kale his adorable cat, Christmas, Emotional Intimacy, Control

Dislikes: Taco Bell, Too much chaos and ruckus, Terrible fashion sense, Scaring people, Halloween, Pranks

Phobias: Entomophobia (Fear of Insects)

Weapons/Powers: He has a Moon Staff, it helps with teleportation :)

Backstory: Born pretty much an orphan, he was taken in by Nim alongside Dream, then taken by several priests—then cared for by no one else, other than a friend (Dream). Pre-incident NM always looked up to the power of negativity and often studied it. He knew how important being a guardian was, and how lucky and powerful he was considered to be. Unfortunately, his knowledge was considered a threat to the people who wanted the apples. And that led to the constant bullying, which also resulted in him hating Dream for pulling these stupid pranks that the villagers would keep blaming him for. Dream was just so chaotic and unhinged, and he was more calm and intelligent. He met Cross in the village, and figured he wasn’t originally from it since he looked so unique. They befriended each other because they were more alike than expected, and often hanged out as a result of that. One day, Dream was spotted taking apples from the tree & taking the power for himself. And once NM was aware of the situation, Dream offered him his power as well. NM ends up accepting the offer mainly because of his knowledge, as well as an urgency to escape. The aftermath left them being even more than Guardians, but Gods. With this much power, he could take over the entire village, and maybe even the world. NM officially escaped the village, and went into creating his castle. He ended up taking in Dream as a secondary follower, and Dream hired Ink for more support. They have multiple guards in their newly-found corporation, that simply mean nothing but pawns to both Gods. Blue, Cross, & Error are nuisances to their main mission of bringing on ‘The End of The World’. Which was brought up by both NM and Dream as a deserved fate for how cruel humanity was. With all of the bullying, disrespect, and abuse…why should they have a chance at life?

Relationships: Blue & Error are enemies, supporting a useless cause. Dream and Ink are just followers who will help him achieve success in eradicating mortality. Cross is a distant friend, who is now completely fighting against him for no reason other than ‘selfishness’.

[isame-allen]

oohhh what about @levenxa’s dstd au too?!

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[levenxa]

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Hideverse @hidemation

[minisgatewaytoinsanity]

Mood: Woke up the other night to thoughts about shapeshifting!Dream - and with words ready and asking to be written down...

Hob drifts back into awareness, slowly, bonelessly content, utterly relaxed and warm. He sighs. There’s a solid weight on his chest, loose limbs wrapped around him, and he sighs again. Dream’s still here. He blinks his eyes open but instead of meeting blue he encounters fathomless black, barely a star in sight. All of Dream’s beautiful, painfully familiar form is a bit fuzzy around the edges.

“What are you doing?” Hob whispers.

Dream solidifies, eyes turning silvery blue. “Nothing.”

“Please,” Hob murmurs, carefully touching two fingers to Dream’s now slightly furrowed brow. The frown’s barely perceptible but Hob knows it’s there. He reaches further up, into impossibly messy raven strands, in further disarray after what they did earlier – in the Waking for a change which is still, always a wondrous thing, Hob’s hands in Dream’s hair, bodies intertwined, fervently touching and coming together. “Don’t stop on my account.”

Dream wears that expression that very clearly says, ‘Humans, chimneys, playing cards, self-driving cars, chat bots, still hoping for world peace and a cure for all ills’. Not convinced then.

“You know I don’t mind, right? Whatever form you choose.”

Dream’s eyes turn black again. “What if I don’t choose?” And he shifts.

Hob cannot describe what he sees. Words fail him, his thoughts tumbling in wild disarray. Dream’s so beyond human comprehension tonight. Hob has watched him change into a lot of different things by now, dreams and nightmares alike, monstrous and beautiful, strange and alien, but this is, it’s – more somehow. It’s not a solid form. It could be a concept of sorts, a fleeting moment of something, anything, everything. It’s ever-changing or maybe simply never-ending.

The best Hob can come up with are some ideas and associations, absurd and chaotic. They appear to him in one second, gone, null and void in the next. There’s an ancient tree, its roots far and wide in damp earth, fog rising from warm soil after a thunderstorm. It’s a laugh, careless and free, elicited by a moment of pure, easy joy, celebrating life and its wonders. It’s a star blinking into existence in the vastness of the universe, gone again in a moment of time, in a white-hot fiery explosion, billions of years conflating to seconds.

There’s a feeling of freedom, tainted and strengthened by confinement. He glimpses a nebula, winding through space, a mountain lion, poised on a ridge, ready to strike, an otter, gliding through a lake, droplets of water sparkling in its fur like diamonds, a grain of sand in a desert. It’s the desert itself, hot and hostile, gorgeously cold, covered by a blanket of stars. The images keep changing faster than Hob can perceive them. There’s hope and compassion and pain. It’s too much and never enough.

Whatever it is, it’s Dream, and it coils around Hob, caressing and stroking and petting. And he did not expect it to be this gentle, this tender. He imagined it to be a blizzard or a hurricane, a tsunami perhaps, something he could barely endure. Instead it’s all soft and sweet. It’s so ancient and powerful and yet it decides to worship him. He wants to reach back, but it’s impossible, there’s nothing to touch, not for him, nothing humanly palpable, so he lays there, drowning in happiness, hoping that Dream can hear his thoughts, feel what he feels.

“Hobsie,” it echoes in his mind, and it should be amusing – he hasn’t heard this in centuries, certainly not from Dream, occasionally from himself, in a moment of self-mockery, rarely in fond memory. It should be funny. It’s not. It makes him choke up and need and want.

“Dream. I love you so fucking much,” he manages, voice raspy and raw, laid bare.

There’s a solid weight on his chest, loose limbs wrapped around him. 

“Hobsie,” Dream says again, eyes blue but with a hint of starlight, before he leans down for a proper kiss.

Read it on AO3: What is your substance, whereof are you made by Mini

[captainkurosolaire]

Perish.

Dark, null, coldness… Familiarity set, was this his beyond?   …Nay, it felt like the ocean's depths.   Communion from an unseen fathom called out to his submersion. Do you know how a soul becomes fragmented?       When it gives away, pieces of themselves carelessly. You have wronged six, My Captain.           Not counting the surface who needs you Whole. Boy of Dream             Beast left Tameless,                                            Grim Shadow’s without Guiding Light                                                             Savage devoid Solace,                                                                            Power left Satisfied                                                                               …And a door left turn. Six wronged, heinously left in absence. Judgment demands, you navigate these lost fragments into reunion, Stands you’ve conjured this colorless realm, by such turmoil, everything becomes unclear. Water left unnatural.       Skies upside down.               Loved memories, all scattered. Chaos to disarray is your trade, Being overly lawless can lead to Insanity. "You are not Alone."                    "I am Perish." "I’ve accompanied you awhile now, meeting the same ordeals.           "Anguished, I hurt."               "Your emotions serve my own." The Seeker paused, gasping and shaking trying to absorb his rational sense. “Ye b’ my spirit-guide that butterfly? …Why do you still elude me?”  Silence befell a spell. Feminine mystical chimed, “I do not. You’ve made yourself blind, sinking into obscurity. As I said, you’ve forged this terrible gray. Abandon everything and Search. When you merely question, it forms a maze tormented for misery.”

Wretched and troublesome the sailor split calmed his astral essence, a flashing memory of recent transpired, Judas preaching a helpful suggestion before fallout, <“If you took a second and THOUGHT instead of allowing your emotions to think for you. That is your worst design, always has been.”> Baffled by his guiding truth, unconventionally these were a wind. Phenomenon the butterfly essence further elaborated, “You’re beginning to understand and as so, you can now perceive what’s real.” Golden eyes pried open to see a fellowmen. “...You’re me…” With a peer to a ravine reflection, “I am you. A singular part. Five others reside amongst us.” Overwhelmed by devastating sorrow, Captain dropped to repenting knees onto a solid-layer within the water’s depths of phantom nonsense. Tears scattering themselves how the guilty, feel, “How did I fuck up this bad?! I thought, I really got rid of my doubts and quelled them last time, I saw that Undesirable side of me… That inferior side, ‘Un’, I was drawn t’ lash against!” He felt unbridled internal pain within himself that she had suffered. Entire senses were becoming aware of this formless realm. She swam up with stride, before kicking him in his unbecoming sorrow, sending him reeling back from tremendous power. “Enough! You cannot allow pity here! Man yourself together! You’ve answered without realizing. You struck against a side you believed, lesser? However, by doing so you forced a new side of that to be created. An endless cycle, when you defeat a dementor of doubt, another will arise in replacement even more foul. THIS is uncontrollable, you’re attempting to alter nature, beyond yourself. You have taken in a dangerous soul-crystal thought lost out of necessity to survive, but that magick inside yourself warps the fabric of existence, in your situation it’s been internalized, whatever perceives, BECOMES. This is not like ordinary dreams or nightmares, it will follow you even outside and continuously haunt you with misfortune… Noble told you once, that Order is necessary for Reality.” Captain’s memory instantly rushed, Shiro’s own imparted intelligible insight, these former connections… Resurfacing in a place known for suppression, repression, drowning. “...Then.” Preventing himself from an actual quizzical tone, adapting to his environment. “I have t’ acquire balance to manage this place.” Finding words previously that were obviously ominous, now became trivial.

“Correct, now you’re turning on! You cannot shape anymore, you’ve given all your power, dream, alongside importance's anchored to burial, even from your own. Though, you may recuperate and establish color again, Free yourself to mend like you were on the path to doing-before this Tumultuous Year Began, you made a crucial error by removing trust for yourself for any moment at-all, you gave a specter here that dominion. — Lies are scary, you’ve committed so easily. Before they were uttered, you had to register them here in this dangerous place... Telling worried loved ones, you’d stay, yet, improperly forgetting those branding pain and selfishly abandoning proper mistakes, you instead acted overly callous. For a sinner, this place is deserving, befitting perhaps. Although what’s only clipped, can fly again. – As you heard by the loud Hellsguard with his trembling sorrow.” Continuing to try educating how this wondrous place functioned, psyche incomprehensible to measure. “...Aye, right. Gark said, I deserved to be alone, wait no, Perish…’” Upon that exchange, her namesake was given dawn. Anything said from outside that weighed against his compassion, drew haunting creation from this inner reside. A foolish hardass lacking control. The Hellsguard seemed overly enraged but why does one get that way at-all? When a soul is mourning! It confesses itself almost spontaneously. There was no mistake, Gark felt strongly moved. And Captain never explained himself beforehand why he was disbanding, not everyone was like Zieton who can just magically perceive his intent… Damn it. Some, Captain… “Perish, please navigate me. I want to… No, us t’ b’ complete, I WANT TO HEAL!” A powerful declaration brought a shake throughout the mystique stratum.   Breaking a coy smile, “My pleasure is yours... Your first-fragment to recover is the Boy who became Dreamless, as the Child grew older and began suffering countless loss, or time-ushered passed, he began distancing himself from his initial ambition which left him within a fog. Find and locate this answer..” She looked above. “Our time must be cut short, your advisory on the plane is approaching. I will distract him momentarily! Wake up, utmost haste the serum on your last desperation, should be taking effect otherwise, we wouldn’t be here. Our next encounter will occur after you speak to your Father, about who your Mother really was and only then, will you figure out how to walk here again.” She dissipated into the spiritual realm as bubbles formed, and popped on his visage in departure. Remembrance came.

♫Butterfly♫ - Reference - Last Chapter

[tsarisfanfiction]

Judder

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort Characters: Scott, Grandma

The worst nightmares are the ones that are real.

A little more angst than physical whump for today’s @whumptober-archive “it’s not just in your head”, using the prompt nightmares and maybe a little hit of panic in here, too.  It took me a while to figure out who the caretaker for today would be - as it’s John’s (second) birthday, I kinda wanted to write him into this, but it didn’t quite work, and none of the rest of the bros worked, either, so I cast the net a little wider, and this is what we got.

“DAD!”

It was stupid, it was reckless, but conscious thought was completely bypassed as he threw Thunderbird One forwards, into the smoke that had appeared out of nowhere.  Over the comms, Casey was yelling herself, cries for Colonel Tracy to respond, but Scott couldn’t sit and wait for the answer.  He had to move, had to fish Dad out from wherever he was, because he had to be there.

Somewhere.

Anywhere.

Please.

Nothing.  Smoke obscuring his vision, his sensors, his everything until Thunderbird One juddered under his hands, threatening a stall because she wasn’t supposed to be treated like this.  He knew that; he’d piloted her before, several times, although this was the first time he’d been at the helm alone.

“DAD!” he screamed again, loud enough to rattle his throat and come out a little hoarse.  “Dad, where are you?”

Still nothing. Thunderbird One’s sensors were in so much disarray they couldn’t even pick up the debris from the explosion. Life signs were completely null and void.

His face felt hot, eyes stinging and wet salt dripping into his mouth.  Around him, the Thunderbird kept shuddering, barely keeping herself in the air as he dragged her back and forth and back and forth the area, passing closer to the GDF jets in the area than perhaps he should have done.

They were patrolling too, hails across the radio again and again, interspersed and occasionally overlapping with his own desperate cries.

Nothing.  No sign of the Zero-X.  No sign of Dad.

Nothing, nothing, nothing, and Scott took the next desperate turn too hard, too much for the technological marvel he was demanding things beyond the capabilities of.  The engines screamed, juddered and trembled, throwing him around in his seat as they spluttered, spluttered.

And died.

Scott’s eyes snapped open as he hit the water in his own explosion, jerking upright and chest heaving for air that it wasn’t getting.

Smoke and debris scattered across his vision, emitting from the wall in solid-looking apparitions before fading away in his periphery.  On his lap, the bunched blue comforter was dark and sodden with sweat; a hand to his forehead came away equally damp, and the taste of salt still stung his lips.

More damp fabric clung to his chest, but it didn’t occur to him to peel it away, leaving the uncomfortable sensation to persist as he buried his face in his hands, trying to shut out the ghost of the Zero-X.

The smoke and debris imprinted itself on the back of his eyelids instead.

If only it was just a nightmare.  Just, as though nightmares were things to shrug off and push through when they dredged up deep-seated trauma and forced a front-seat viewing of it all over again. Scott was no stranger to that, but it had been some time since this one had last raised its ugly head.

Then again, the Hood was back.  Eight years and they were once again being assaulted by the dark, reaching, shadow of the man that had caused the disaster that tore Dad away from them.

Scott didn’t need nightmares to remind him of that day; the events were imprinted into his brain, seared into his vision from the thousands of times he’d watched the GDF’s recordings.  It had taken a good hundred viewings or so before it twigged that he’d never lifted One’s stealth mode during his desperate search – not that he’d bothered to ever use that again, not since the world had realised the identity of International Rescue – and was completely absent from all of the footage.  No wonder they hadn’t been moving out of his way.

Someone, probably their godmother but maybe John, had also edited his own frantic cries out of it. Scott didn’t mind; their little brothers didn’t need to hear how he’d fallen apart.  He didn’t need to hear how he’d fallen apart, although the nightmare was quite content to throw it back at him anyway.

The only embellishment the thing made was shocking him into consciousness via a crash that didn’t happen. His memories got a little hazy over the time period, but he knew he’d all but emptied One’s fuel reserves before being forced to go home or risk crashing himself.

No-one else had been home; John had been on Thunderbird Five – his first solo stint, just like it had been Scott’s first solo flight in Thunderbird One – while the youngest three plus Kayo were away at school with Grandma holding down the fort in their old home in Kansas to look after them.  Kyrano and Brains should have been there, but they’d already left to do their own investigations by the time he got back.

Scott had been alone to scream and cry and trash the villa as he waited for One to refuel for another search.  And another, and another, between pulling on façades to tell the rest of his family what had happened.

The façade had never quite receded again, except for hollow moments like this one, when his bedclothes were damp with sweat and his head and heart ached with grief he’d never quite finished working through.

There was no time for his own grief when he had a family to hold together.

Sometimes grief had a different opinion.  Times like now, when his chest was still heaving and his breathing came out in shuddering gasps that rattled around his lungs and left him floating somewhere that wasn’t quite his bed.

His brothers didn’t see him like this.  He didn’t let them, slamming a façade up at the first hint that one of them was looking. John might be the exception – Scott never knew for certain when he was watching silently – but John had seen him in the aftermath of Mom, and again in the aftermath of Dad once he’d stormed Thunderbird Five to drag his brother home.

However, there was one person who always seemed to know when his mind was being ravaged by the demons of his past.  Someone with a sixth sense for his nightmares like he had one for his little brothers’, someone who refused to let him go through it all alone.

Someone who pushed his door open slowly and quietly, the barest brush of knuckles against wood to announce entry before slipper-clad feet padded across his faded carpet, complete with stains from pranks gone wrong over the years, and a small, slender body settled at the foot of his bed.

“Hey, Scotty,” Grandma said, her voice barely above a whisper.  “Are you with me?”

It wasn’t an idle question; not all of Scott’s nightmares left him waking in such a passive state, and she’d seen it all.

He nodded, swallowing back a lump in his throat he hadn’t registered, and continued his shuddering, rasping, breaths as she shifted closer.

Papery skin enfolded him, pulling his head down onto a slender and bony yet strong shoulder and fingers running through his hair.

She didn’t ask what this one was about.  She never did; Scott would talk if he needed to, but more often than not, all he needed was a shoulder he could lean on without the residual guilt that it should be the other way around.  Grandma, as she had told him many times, was not someone he should be worrying about staying strong in front of.

She’d seen him as a squalling newborn, changed his diapers, cleaned him up before he was old enough to do it for himself, and performed various other grandmotherly duties across the years, she’d reminded him more than once.  There was no need for any ‘nonsense bravado’, as she put it, when it was just the two of them.

So Scott let the old yet strong woman hold him up as he shuddered against her, trying desperately to get himself back under control again and being comforted by the fingers teasing through his sweaty bedhead and rubbing his equally sweaty back softly.

It didn’t make the nightmares stop, nor did it change the fact that it was mostly a true recounting of events, but it did help him feel just a little better.

[hopeful-hugz]

This wasn't good, Noir could feel that ancient rage. The hunger of needing a purpose. What was supposed to be null was instead a cluster of souls sent into utter discord.

And at it's core, the source was panicking.

"Gonna take that as a firm no." At the very least she'd gotten it's attention. That pain of null made from stains and regrets could be put solely on her. "Guess you're pretty lucky then that I came along."

Moving swiftly, the dragon steps back from the sweeping claws, taking the chance to grab onto one. Riding the attack to it's highest point, Noir springs off it, taking to the air properly. Her own eyes aren't taken off the Shade Lord, searching it for it's core. That one set of emotion that put the rest in disarray. "I know... I know it hurts. It always hurts... Just focus on me; all of you. Don't take your eyes off me."

As she utters that last sentence, she 's already reaching out for that core and the overflow of emotion surrounding them and the others. That ascended ghost of the past that couldn't grasp the chaos. "It hurts and it's terrifying and you don't know what comes next- I get that." The voidling continues, taking that excess emotion into herself. "All that rage and disdain is just going to hurt you more and keep you from stability. You don't have to hold onto that anymore-"

She knew this land's story... what secrets the shadows held. The only reason she had never properly approached was so she didn't fall victim to the thralls of Dream and Nightmare. But now the Void and it's denizens were the threat, as well as the victims. "Focus on me; Use that to ground yourselves and take proper hold of the power you've gotten." "Just follow my lead... I'll get you kids through this." In the air she remained, silent instructions given through every dodge and block made. Disarming reassurances through every overwhelming emotion she made more bearable. Little by little she was going to get the newly formed god to calm, even if it killed her.

The Void consumed All.

The Forgotten Light was first, her radiant blaze snuffed out by the shadows of nothingness. The Void, United as one, clawed at her very essence, tearing her apart until nothing remained and dragged her into Its depths.

But when the object of Its Focus was destroyed, what was next?

The Void hungered for more. No they didn't, this was enough! More.

No longer joined by a common goal, the ascended Void Entity's power shot out in all directions, enveloping all of Godhome itself in Its embrace. That too was swallowed up, its Seekers along with it, yet even that wasn't enough for the uncontrolled deity. The hulking beast burst forth from the Dream Realm like a moth from its cocoon to take shape in the waking world, just barely capable of standing tall within the Waterways' Junk Pit. Transported out of the Abyss by divine decree, the deadly contents of the Void Sea now flowed out across Hallownest unrestrained, poisoning all who dared get too close.

This wasn't right. Their ascension, the death of the Radiance at her absolute, was meant to save Hallownest! Not bring it to further ruin!

But all this new power... It was too much, too quickly. Just when Ghost thought they had a handle on one part of the Void, another slipped from their grasp. With every step forward, they took another step back, and so the Void continued to rage across the kingdom. But they needed to get everything under control! For their friends..! They had to keep trying, no matter how futile the task was beginning to feel!

At the sound of another's voice, the beast's eight white eyes flashed, and Its head snapped to look toward the source.

«Stop!» Ghost commanded, but It did not obey.

For the Entity held more than just one consciousness within it.

Fragmented minds, lingering wills, kept alive by resentment built up over centuries of abandonment. What remained of the many lost children of the Pale King. All who were now surely also feeling the same surge of uncontrollable energy that had resulted from their union.

The amalgamation of souls peered down at the unfamiliar figure, who seemed strangely unaffected by the lethal substance that surrounded them.

«No!»

Ghost was the Lord of Shades, but the subjects could still revolt against their monarch.

«Calm!»

How could the followers be calm, when their leader wasn't?

The giant Void deity lashed out at the other, Its great black claws sweeping through the air. The sea of Void that the beast sat in began to bubble at the stranger's feet, and soon a cluster of large Void tendrils emerged from its depths, quickly moving to attack.

[go-hux-yourself]

Haruspex

I’m back at it with my bullshit haha :D This came about as an idea from this post about the hero showing up on the villain’s doorstep, and I kind of went with it :D

Also on my ao3 here :) My masterlist archive of bullshit i write can be found linked at the top of the blog or here.

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His door chimed.

No one ever came to his personal quarters on this ship; or at least, not without being expected.

Hux was not expected. But it wasn’t nearly as big a shock as the state of the man himself.

“I didn’t know where else to go…” Hux muttered as he shouldered his way into Ren’s personal quarters without pretense despite the hour. Ren didn’t even try to stop him, so startled by this uncharacteristic aura of--

Well, confidence certainly wasn’t the word he was looking for. Not for the state of mind Hux appeared to be in. There were heavy bags under the general’s eyes, his uniform was rumpled, hair loose about his head, and a sort of hunted gleam shone in his eyes where there was usually cool disdain. He looked like a man possessed, and the desperation was rolling off him in waves.

“Something is-- Someone is messing with my head. With their damned force nonsense, or something to that end. I need you to make it stop.”

Ren frowned, at both the assumption, and the fact that Hux was actually asking him for help. The fact he assumed it was something force-related-- not the byproduct of too much caf and not enough sleep- and wasn’t immediately accusing Ren of being the perpetrator, was also interesting. “What makes you think someone is using the force against you?”

“It’s the logical conclusion,” Hux brushed off quickly, green eyes jumping about the room as if trying to search out some relief locked inside the durasteel walls. His gaze settled on Ren. His fingers twitched at his sides, gloveless. His hands looked cold. “Now please, just-- Work your magic or whatever it is you do, and make it stop.”

Ren frowned again. Hux never said please to him. He had to pause and center himself for a moment, and make sure this wasn’t some dream, or that he hadn’t gone too deeply into meditation and was in some weird force-hallucination that included his co-commander.

Ren didn’t feel any disturbance in the force, either around them, or from Hux himself. And Hux looked like he’d been on the tail end of extended stim use. Either that, or he was truly unhinged by some rogue variable that required Ren’s intervention. “When was the last time you slept, General?”

Hux gave him what surely couldn’t be a hurt look, but then, the man did look exhausted, and was clearly distressed if he’d come knocking on his rival’s door for help.

“I’m not crazy,” Hux stated softly with deadly calm, stopping his idle fidgeting and observances of the other man’s quarters.

“I didn’t say you were,” Ren stated, though the implication was there.

Hux was bleeding anxiety, the usually-composed man clearly frayed at the ends. That Hux sought out Ren’s help spoke to a many magnitude of things; mainly that he was more concerned with this potential ‘thing’ tormenting him than appearing weak to the man that could usurp his position.

Such a thought was a novelty Ren wanted to believe in. That Hux was exposing a potential vulnerability to Ren for exploitation-- and trusting that he wouldn’t do so in his plea for help- struck something inside the other man. That he considered Ren worth trusting at all, let alone with what was most certainly delicate information, was throwing Ren through all kinds of loops.

No one confided secrets to the knight. No one shared weakness with a literal mind-reader. If anything, people tried to throw up mental barriers against him, if they had the will for one.

Hux was one of those. But right now, he wanted the exact opposite, and it was a strange kind of power-rush for Ren, one he-- oddly enough- didn’t want to exploit. This was interesting enough on its own to merit helping the other man out.

Ren indicated his spartan couch, and Hux followed the gesture with tired eyes. “Sit down,” Ren instructed. “And tell me what I’m looking for.”

“I don’t know,” Hux told him with frustration, but he did take a seat, clasping his pale hands in his lap. His posture was straight, but forced. He was so damn exhausted it was a struggle to even keep what little composure he had left. “If I knew what was causing it, I’d have told you already.”

Hux tried to glower up at him as Ren stood before him, but the look only came off as pitiful. Ren considered his options, and decided that he would know what he was looking for if and when he encountered it within Hux’s mind. The general didn’t necessarily need to know he was going in completely blind. “What is it you’re experiencing?” Hux’s lips pursed into a thin line, reluctant. “Regardless of what you might assume about me, I’m not privy to your every waking thought, General.”

“Flashbacks,” Hux admitted, meeting Ren’s eyes defiantly with his own. “I’m seeing flashbacks.”

It sounded like he might need a trip down to medical with a psych-droid instead of a force-user, but Ren wasn’t going to pass up this opportunity to see inside the other man’s mind unhindered. The recent incursions on neutral-planets hadn’t strained the general, as far as Ren knew. And Hux hadn’t seen action on a battlefield in person since at least before Ren had come to the Finalizer. Whatever was causing him to lose sleep must be quite a thing indeed.

It wasn’t something he’d have trouble finding, anyways, as far as he was concerned. Whatever disturbing moments of galactic-warfare that was keeping Hux up at night, he knew he could wipe them from the general’s mind, or at least block them to the same end result.

“You must open your mind to me, if I’m to be successful.”

“Fine, yes. Consider it open. Just. Silence it, Ren.”

Hux’s choice of words almost brought a smile twitching to Ren’s lips. He was to be the silencer of these thoughts, just as the ship he piloted held the same name. He wondered if Hux had somehow strung those thoughts together and that’s how he’d ended up at Ren’s door specifically. It didn’t matter, he supposed, and he could probably find out from Hux’s own mind if he were curious enough.

Ren held out a hand, feeling with the force while Hux watched him and considered whether or not this was too great a risk to end his suffering; if Ren would somehow exploit this, meddle with his thoughts, warp his mind or do him even further harm under guise of assistance. Ren put down his hand and watched as Hux’s brow creased in response to the action. “This would be easier if you didn’t fight me, General.”

“I’m not fighting,” Hux affirmed stubbornly, frustrated and tired beyond belief and suddenly very fearful that this calculated risk was about to backfire and he’d get no relief. Ren didn’t need to be a mind-reader to know that. “Please,” Hux asked softly, the note in his voice plaintive, “I’m so kriffing exhausted.”

That was a word he’d heard from the general twice tonight, and it made him more determined to actually see this through to a good outcome. Ren raised his hand again, watching the other man. “It might be easier if you close your eyes.” Hux scoffed, but did exactly that as he sat there with his hands still folded over one another in his lap.

Hux’s impressive mental wall easily crumbled before Ren’s own focus, and it was shocking how quickly the general’s mind folded to his circumspection, leaving Ren with a very open picture indeed.

Hux was terrified. Or, some version of himself some twenty years back was. These weren’t the flashbacks he was looking for, nor did he expect to be immediately assaulted by them as he rifled through the general’s mind. Memories, Ren realized. Disjointed thoughts all with the same message of failure failure failure.

There were many of them. So many that he wondered how the general had been commanding the ship with such things blaring in his consciousness like an emergency klaxon. These were almost nightmares, but were once Hux’s reality, and the knight tried not to focus too hard on any single one lest he get pulled in and sidetracked.

Once Ren got past one, there was another, and then another bleeding into its place like a deck of flimsi cards, all in the background of Hux’s own consciousness that kept telling himself to ignore it-- that this was dead and done, that he wasn’t that boy anymore- and the pitiable self-assertion that he should be over this by now.

Hux’s incapability was literally haunting him. Torment long scarred-over was turned into fresh wounds again. It was a particularly cruel piece of work, one Ren wanted to remember for his own interrogation techniques, but it wasn’t impossible to find where the mental suggestion to revisit these old wounds had been hidden.

It was minor, as far as force-suggestions went, but very effective indeed. It wasn’t difficult for Ren to snuff out the suggestion, wondering who put it there in the first place, and the assault on Hux’s consciousness was gone like smoke wisps.

Hux was in a kind of dazed trance, exhausted and near-sleep, but trying to remain alert. The sudden lack of painful memories being thrust upon him was so relieving that Hux’s posture bodily relaxed. Ren watched him, feeling and seeing the relief there, and considered things about the other man he hadn’t thought of before.

This couldn’t be allowed. Whoever was responsible for planting the suggestion inside the general’s head was dangerous.

Such a subtle use of the force would be ineffective against him, but to force-nulls like Hux, it could bring the mightiest commanders into disarray if applied in the right places. And someone had known exactly where to attack Hux.

The fact that Ren had found anything at all inside his head made him justify keeping a close watch on the general, and it was barely a suggestion whispered into the other man’s mind before Hux tipped over into much-needed sleep.

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Ch. 2 and others will be found on the ao3 post :)

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kofi | ao3

[isame-allen]

No I meant @levenxa nulls character from the disarray

Oh

Oh my god

I am so sorry

[isame-allen]

Null from ds disarray, nullus from hideverse, and DS!NM fashion senses

I could see them becoming a trio

The fashion duo

…and nightmare

[isame-allen]

Kinda wanna see levemxa's null acting like velvette from hazbin hotel

A sassy man

[levenxa]

I'm confused- you said the NM sees hail as a enemy but then also there's a post saying that hail gets invited to the castle and has secret meetings with dream and stuff soooo what's going on there 🤨

Also love ur character designs sm!!!!!!

Sorrryyy,,, some of the lore changed last minute when I was doing Moritz’s information! :,)

Null may dislike Hail, but Moritz is completely neutral about Hail’s existence. He finds the entire ‘battle’ between them entertaining. They don’t meet up unless they’re in battle, or come across each other in public!

[levenxa]

Wait since In the og ds pre incident nm had a crush on dream but dream rejected him, what about in pre incident disarray?

It’s definitely the other way around in Disarray! Moritz likes Null, but Null isn’t exactly ready for a relationship. (he’s too busy trying to end the world 🥰)

[levenxa]

Here’s an Official Pinned Post // FAQ // Reference Master-list!

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D (i am so motivated 🤌)

All this information may be updated from time to time, so have fun getting to know me more :D —>

Preferred Name:

- Levenxa (Lev)

Pronouns:

- They/Them

What do you use to draw?

- I mainly use my fake apple pen and iPad for drawing now, but occasionally my beloved finger is put to use :)

What art program do you use?

- IbisPaintX weee

Can I repost/use your art?

- No you may NOT repost any of my art. But you may use my art for Matching PFPs, Regular PFPs, WP Bookcovers, etc. With credit.

(Permission is always appreciated :D)

May I draw one of your concepts/AUs?

- Is that even a question? YESS >:DD Be sure to tag me so I can see it :D

Fandoms?

#Dreamswap, #Danganronpa (preferably V3), #UTMV, #Dreamtale Multiverses (DTMV/AUs), #IBVS (Issac Beamer Versus The Supernatural)

(some I make content on, others I don’t :)

Special Hashtags:

#levenxa draws (for art) // #lev answers (for asks) // #levenxa says (for txt. posts) // #levenxa reblogs (for reblogs) // #lev is cursed (cursed stuff) #levenxa writes (for fics/writing shiz)

Link to Character Template?:

- Here you go!

Some things to address:

- I will not dislike you if you tag me a whole lot, just make sure it’s relevant to me :,)

- Please do not give me unsolicited critique, it’s just so obnoxious, so just do not do it.

- Only correct me if we’re close—in terms of text. It just really upsets me for some reason. Please respect that.

- Please tell me if I haven’t tagged enough tw/cw’s on one of my posts, I want this to be a safe space for everyone <3

- Art Request Guidelines

My Current Works: (mainly AU’s // Multiverses)

DS! Storytwist

// Dreamswap x Storyspin…? All the characters are mangled and mixed up in terms of their role in the original ongoing story.

References:

- Aura & Trust

- Era & Alidia

- Xris & Savv

- Alexis

- more sooon :)

Tag: #ds! storytwist #dsst

Creation Date: Nov. 8, 2021 (3)

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Orphicverse

// My own UTMV multiverse that I made, about Balance and stuff

References:

- The Celestial Beings (Empyrean, Jinx & Hiraeth)

- The Electrospectums (UV, Infrared, & Gamma)

- Human Versions!! (might redesign them)

Tag: #orphicverse // #opv

Creation Date: Nov. 22, 2021 (2)

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ds-deranged.exe

// Nightmare makes a grave mistake and almost kills his childhood friend Dream, who eats the apples in order to survive; and turns on him. Dream while wishing for payback gains his cool organization, and Nightmare ends up gaining a friend that doesn’t last very long. They both get their respective allies, while Blue hides away from everyone because of an unknown reason. Dream gets a change of heart, and is now afraid that this whole argument may have gone too far.

References:

- Dioxxi

- Ezzra

- Bell

- Ribo (Ribbon)

- Pierce (unofficial ref)

- Iddriss

- Annika

- Eva

- Vessel

- Brooks

- Realm

Tag: #ds-deranged.exe // ds! deranged.exe

Creation Date: Nov. 18, 2021 (3)

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Ciphershift

// a utmv HEAVILY based off of the former ‘Codeswitch: by Zooliwrites’ look i just missed it okay 😞)

References:

- i need to make updated names for them (i might keep some tbh)

Creation Date: Nov 18, 2024

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Swapped Alignment

// An AU where the neutral utmv “sanses” replace/swap with the classic “Bad Guys” and “Star Sanses.” Plus one funky neutral :)

References:

- Lust

- Stella (Outer)

- Color

- Dance

- Ruby (Fellswap)

- Wiki

- Exlunar (DT Fusion)

- Gen

Tag: #swapped alignment #swapped alignment au

Creation Date: Mar. 6, 2022 (2)

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Undermedical

// an old utmv au I made, might change the crap name 😭

References??:

Tag: #undermedical #utmvundermedical

Creation Date: Dec 3rd, 2019 (6)

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DS: The DISARRAY

// a dreamswap mirror world where everything is opposite :) [collab au /w @whatdoievensay ]

References:

- Blue (Hail)

- Error (Knit)

- Cross (Sevver)

- Ink (Dex)

- Nightmare (Null)

- Dream (Moritz)

Tag: #ds: the disarray #dstd au

Creation Date: April 25, 2022 (2)

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DS! Draeastasy

// ds fantasy au (on hold, I want to improve my art a bit more before diving into this one.)

References:

- Ark

- Meerif

- Ezmae

- Collette & Vale

- Lyca & Adieu

- Forrest

Tag: #ds! draeastasy

Creation Date: Feb. 15, 2022 (2)

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DS! Royals (awesome name fr)

// Royal AU my beloved :) You could say that this is a placeholder for Draeastasy, I came up with both of these during the same time period. Open ended AU, art practice mwah :) nicknames & storyline coming soon hehe

References:

- Dream (The ‘King’)

- Nightmare (Ex-Prince)

- Ink (Grand Duchess)

- Cross (Bandit)

- Blue (Duke)

- Error (Lady in Waiting)

- Finch (Knight)

Tag: #dsroyals #dreamswaproyalsau

Creation Date: Feb 13, 2022?

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Blue’s Desire for Benevolence (BDFB)

// An IBVS inspired concept where the character cast is just a bunch of Underswap alternates (turned into ocs kinda) that travel across many worlds after gaining cool powers :) (writing practice ig)

References:

- Shiloh Philips (US)

- Royal Lawson (EV)

- Blanche Sawyer (ET)

- Sam/Samuel Kaz (DS)

- Bluu Fisher (Fanon)

- Klein Zeller (CS)

- Yves Collins (Yan-Blue)

- Taylor Allore (OSC)

- Kristin’s Gang: Josh, Noah, Riley, Jest, Will

- The Council of Dreams: Embriel, Odessa, Solstice, Revv, Delire, Penelope

- The Night Club

Tag: #bdfb // #blue’s desire for benevolence

Creation Date: Dec. 22, 2021 (2)

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Dreamswpahafsb (or ds! keyboardsmash)

// The worst Dreamswap AU. it’s just there :)

[levenxa]

LEV DS!AU FANART TRILOGY,,, YIPPEEE‼️

oohhh what about @levenxa’s dstd au too?!

Got ya back 💪