#dreamseer

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Dreamseer // The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim - Immersive Music (2015)

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Dream Prophecy: Protection from the Enemies Set ups! Prayer & Supplicati...

[covidnovelaesthetic]

How do you do? As well as you know, the usual being plagued by antlered worms and attacking earth-eaters. Hopefully wizards and bats and lizards and rats can compete with that, with Carnival Jack. Though the Architect seems friendly, which is probably just swell. Beyond the Architect are the cave spiders, crawling around one another within a great cylindrical star-cavern and paying no heed to the small crab between their feet holding one Dreamsphere (ours). Upon the outside surface of the cylinder trods a great elk, and between the icy-white and ivy-draped peaks of its antlers lies a great network of cobwebs, of silken strings, upon which dances a great Remipede, playing out the Song of Reality on the strings of the great harp, which hums in the ear of the narwhal-squids which pull the chariot of the Hand of Time around the circumference of the great celestial Clown Clock, which crawls with ogres and goblins and spiders and trolls and dragons and squid and emerald crabs and hermit crabs and octopus-belugas, all hanging about in the tide-pools between its infinitely-stretching axial spars. All of this is in turn imagined by the velociraptor-monkey with a spear which lives in a tree and hides from snapping packs of weevil-aardvark-aardwolf-wolves, cougar crabs and angry lobster-tigers snapping for a denied dinner. In a hidden compartment in its tree, the velociraptor-monkey protects a hidden tankful of Architects on a reef which hold Memories in time via Dreamspheres. Butterflies and moths made of jewels flit lazily above it all, more heedless than the vultures and bustards and buzzards which are starting to crowd in the sky and blot out the sun and descend on the land to relieve its remaining carnage that following day. “Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme, Yesterday Holds Memories In Time,” screams Carnival Jack’s enabler with a great cruel sneer and pulls out your heart and demands that you yield. His mouth makes impossible sounds that seem almost like words. You cannot decrypt it, no matter how you scream. We all emerge as particles of unfiltered light from the eyes at the tips of an anemone’s waving fronds.

The Clockmakers are coming.

[naniya27]

“Lao Wen…”

“A-xu!”

“A-xu! A-xu! You’re finally here!”

“What’s going on? Why are you away for so long? Have you not been sleeping? You look so pale, A-xu!”

“I’m fine now that I can finally see you…”

“A-xu?”

“Lao Wen… how I wish you could’ve been with me outside…”

“A-xu what’s going on?”

“Lao Wen… i’m the new head of the manor now…”

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[shannara810]

The 666 Club was one of first Outcast speakeasy bars ever built in the USA during the Prohibition era.

The solid wood walls, the soft lights, the long red velvet curtains: nothing had really changed from that infamous night when Bartholomew "Barty" Addams had won the bar in a heated poker game against Al Capone. A game, the legend said, which had lasted three days and three nights, before Gomez’ ancestor had defeated his opponent and was forced to flee to save his own skin.

"You cheated!" the gangster had said.

"Maybe" had been Barty's answer, but now The 666 Club was legally his.

During that tense game some patrons swore that even the Devil had been sitting at Addams' poker table, but whether it was legend or truth didn't matter: an invite to The 666 Club could open you doors everywhere.

Secret alliances, murders, wicked pacts. Much of the Outcast history had been written within the walls of that gentleman's club.

Xavier Thorpe hated being here.

He hated his father for forcing him to take part in this ridiculous show of power and money. He hated his father for showing him off to his business partners like a stud to breed for their pre-teen daughters. He hated his father for making him feel once again as a child unable to rebel.

However, more than his father tonight he hated Calhoun Blair.

A waiter passed by and Xavier reached out to grab the umpteenth champagne flute. He had no intention of leaving his comfortable hiding place and, above all, he had no plan to stay sober. It was time to take extreme measures to survive this horrible night.

The long velvet curtain hid him from those old baboons, so he could observe them all without being disturbed. His father's orders were to not embarrass him or the family name and that's what Xavier was going to do: get wasted in silence and be done with it.

Ugh.

He could feel those dark eyes on him again.

Those warm baby eyes that made him want to run and paint them again and again, till he got their shade right.

Fucking Cal Blair.

The Prodigy Painter.

The Dreamseer.

The son his father had wished for.

Fucking Cal and his fucking talent, with which he had stolen the first prize from Xavier at the most famous Art Contest of the country. And what was worst was that the fucking bastard had tried to congratulate him for his work. Had dared to call his painting wonderful and terrific, before Xavier had yelled at him to fuck off.

Bianca was right: he couldn't accept a defeat even if his life depended on it.

Xavier gulped down his champagne. He really needed another one.

"Should we kill him?"

"The fuck?!"

Without making any noise Tyler Addams had appeared at his side and for a moment, Xavier thought his heart had stopped.

Fucking Hyde and his fucking scary powers. Gods, his head was spinning. How much had he drunk tonight? "Why are you here, Addams?"

"I saw you hiding back here like a loser, so I thought I’d say hi. Are you not happy to see me, roomie?"

"Don't. Call. Me. That."

The Hyde looked like a male model, confident in his skin and uncaring of everything and everyone who wasn't Wednesday Addams or their family.

Xavier envied the other boy. Maybe not his murderous tendencies or his spooky quirks, but it must have been nice to be so unconcerned about the expectations of the world.

"You should be gentler with your best friend, you know?"

"I've never said we were friends, Addams!"

Tyler gave the other boy one of his "I know something you don't know" smirk and looked back at the dark haired painter who was still talking with his father on the other side of the room.

Not for the first time, Xavier felt leery of the Hyde's interest in him. The monster's obsession with Wednesday Addams was well known after all, and with his old crush on the girl Xavier had been sure that Tyler would not have had any issues to rip his throat. Instead, the curly haired boy had started to treat him almost as the Thorpe heir was a pet to care for.

"So why do we hate him?"

"I don't know what you're talking about".

"Xavier, Xavier, Xavier. You're a lousy liar, my friend". Silent as only a predator could be, the Hyde moved to his right side, getting in his personal space. Xavier could now feel the other's warm breath on his neck.

"Don't you have some poor fool to tear to pieces?" His voice was shacking, but he kept staring straight ahead. He would never give Tyler fucking Addams the satisfaction of seeing how uncomfortable the other Outcast could make him feel.

"Mmm, nope. I promised my cockroach I would have been on my best behaviour tonight. And it wouldn’t be polite to start a bloodbath without her, would it?"

"You're crazy".

"Aren't we all?" Tyler's expression was that of a dazed man and Xavier granted himself a nervous laugh. How pathetic you had to be if even a crazy Addams - this crazy Addams - would try to cheer you up?

The Hyde put an arm around his shoulders, bringing him closer. "Smile, mon cher. As if I had just told you the funniest joke in this world".

"What are you playing at, Tyler?"

A strange new dizziness struck him and Xavier felt his knees fail. The music, the lights, the smoked air: everything was too much. His heart was racing, the pounding echoing in his ears.

"Your boy is looking at us, mon cher. Are you sure you want to kill him? Because I would go for Plan B".

"And what's that?"

His father still had his back to him but now Cal was silent, staring at Xavier with a pleading look in his eyes. His big dark eyes.

Such nice eyes.

"He wants to fuck you, roomie. Or, not. He wants for you to drag him in the broom closet and make a man out of him". Tyler put his chin on the painter's shoulder. "Uhhh, I can smell his fear from here, you know. Poor lovely boy. He is scared I will take you away from him".

"You don't know what you're talking about".

Tyler merely shrugged off. He fixed Xavier's hair, raising an eyebrow like the other boy had just said something ridiculous. "Don't be such a sourpuss, Xav. I'm not stupid. Only differently sane".

The Thorpe heir tried to swallow his nerves. Perhaps it was the alcool or maybe Tyler's mind games, but the idea of kissing Cal had suddenly become not so bad. "I'm not gay".

"Never said you were. But that boy over there wants to jump your bones, so why not take advantage of it?"

"What do want, Tyler?"

For a moment Tyler's eyes flashed red and Xavier could feel a shiver run down his back. The eyes of a Beast, possessive and dark. "You're a friend, Xavier. And I always take care of what's mine".

"Won't Wednesday be jealous?" It was a weak joke, but better than nothing.

Tyler laughed heartily, his Beast asleep yet again. "Mon ange de la nuit knows I would never betray her. I'm hers and she is mine. In this life and the next. Keep up, Xav".

"Why am I still hanging out with you?"

"Because you're a douche and what other choice do you have? Ajax?"

"I. Fucking. Hate. You".

He wanted to say something witty, but his words died when Calhoun Blair made his way towards them. The Dreamseer's smile was bashful and cowed, like a deer in the face of a hunter. "I hope I'm not disturbing".

"Nope, I was just leaving. I'm sure Tio Gomez is looking for me".

"Oh". Cal offered the curly haired boy his hand, like the perfect gentleman he was. And for the umpteenth time Xavier could not decide if he wanted to bash his face in the wall or kiss him senseless. "I'm Cal Blair, nice to meet you".

Tyler narrowed his eyes almost as he was weighing Cal up, before shooking said hand. Cal’s face writhed in a grimace of suffering even though he tried to conceal the pain.

"Tyler Addams, le plaisir est pour moi".

A strange awkward silence fell between them, before Tyler shook his head amused and left them to meet the older Addams. When he passed by, the Hyde gave Xavier a pat on the back. "Let me know if I have to help you with the body, mon cher".

Cal looked at them like he was not sure what was going on, but in that moment Xavier decided that he really didn't want to know. The night was still young and perhaps it was about time he took a page out of the Hyde's book.

What could possibly go wrong?

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@fullofwoe5321 for you 🖤 Thank you for my new headcanon of Xavier being Bi and for Tyler as his amazing and creepy wingman ���

* She runs away because what the heck is this? And it's late and you should never fight with English grammar this late 🥲*

[noisydiary]

coming clean

☾ | a lil 2.8k nightlock ramble- trying to ramble out the start of the transition from their relationship being physical to being romantic + new update has been rotating in my brain. more or less pressing into deadlock's mental state/ptsd and how she's Processing (she's Not) ------

Sunset was… Tough.

'Tough', meaning, that was the best Iselin could do to put her thoughts into words. She'd thought- or rather hoped- that vindication would feel so much better. Then again, she'd hoped to do more. That she could hurt Kingdom much like they did in their ignorance. Instead, all she got was the truth she already knew. That their corporation was corrupt.

To have this hope that her issues would be solved. That she could go through, prove to Brimstone, and remove what she thought to be the source of her trouble- only to find herself still staring at her ceiling. That the seconds, the minutes, the hours- the time wasted staring at that damned ceiling, knowing time was being wasted. That she couldn't do anything. That she still laid there, her mind so full of what felt like nothing. Nothing she could describe, anyway. That it felt so stuffed she couldn't think past it, and yet she couldn't put it to sleep. All of the gears were turning, making so much noise, and doing nothing.

The easy way out to it was one she'd taken more than once by now… To crawl her way to the one person who still was awake and 3AM- to the dreamseer who couldn't sleep from the noise that filled her own mind. Unfortunately, that would mean caving. Fade had made her stance quite clear the last time Iselin laid in her bed.

"Deadlock?"

"Mm…?"

"You know, as much as these are nice… You can't rely on this forever."

"And what does that mean."

"I can put you to sleep this way, but you've offered me your nightmares. I can take them, but that won't stop them forever. You can't keep running away from your fears."

Iselin didn't respond, but Fades words still found their way through the haze in her mind. She'd not made her way back there since- seeing as she never had a good response. As far as Iselin was concerned, feeling nothing was better than clearing the haze. It sucked, laying alone- but feeling like she did at Kingdom's base… that was worse.

Thinking on that, though, broke the radio silence. Her mind wandered to the mission, to Gekko and Wingman, the facility. Thinking of the beasts, the machines and the technicians- all of the people working with things they didn't understand-- That they had no idea what they were creating, these people making weapons of destruction. It wasn't a far leap for her thoughts to start rushing through everything else she'd pushed out of her mind. Running through Sunset- through the forgotten facility- the idiot they sent with her and her team- the lack of information they gave them- how little they gave to prepare- how small a team they sent in knowing they would die- that they never came for her beacon- the knowledge that if Sova did not find her distress signal, she would have been left for dead- maybe she was better off dead- maybe-- Nei- Nei-!!

Shooting up to sit upright, she grit her teeth and shut her eyes, taking deep breaths as she pulled her knees up to her chest and held herself together- holding her knees with her real arm as her nub tried doing the same, feeling the phantom following suit. It wasn't much to stop herself from hearing everything buzz inside, her heartbeat in her ears and the whispers that lingered along with everything else. What else would you expect in opening the floodgates?

Hvorfor gjorde jeg ikke nok… Hvorfor tenker jeg fortsatt på dette- hvorfor blir jeg ikke bedre. Hvorfor sitter jeg fast- Hvorfor døde jeg ikke? Hvorfor måtte de dø- hvorfor advarte de oss ikke?

Questions she'd ask herself, having no good answer to any of them, really. Questions she wanted answers to, and some that she didn't. Some that she wished were buried with the rest of that damned Vault-- or that she could tear apart until nothing remained.

Asking them, though, gave nothing- as she sat on her bed, shaking. Every question poked another hole in the veil, leaving her breath uneasy, her pulse heavy as it drummed through the silence of headquarters. It took more effort to stop asking, and to leave things as they were- finding no solace in herself. She still had no answer, but… There was a little part of her that didn't want to be alone.

No matter how much she'd kept her distance from everyone, that she'd made certain not to make ties, an ache still remained. Hell, even with Fade and their nights-- a part of the controller ached for the lavender incense she burned, even if her presence meant little to the dreamseer. If all that remained there was the physical nature of their 'relationship', then damn it, she wanted it. If just not to be alone with herself- even if she didn't have the answer Fade wanted… if she wanted it at all.

Taking a longer breath, Iselin stretched herself out of the ball she'd curled into, easing herself out of her mind and into the world once more. She glanced through her barren room to her prosthetic, sitting on her desk as it charged through the night. With a small huff, she got up, focusing on one task at a time. Walking to the desk, grabbing her arm- breathe. In, out. Attaching the arm, she turned on her heel and made her way out of the room, shutting the door behind her as she walked through headquarter's halls.

By this point, the doors of most every other agent sat closed- as the other agents settled in for sleep. Even if they didn't, they were respectful- keeping quiet. The walls were thin, as Skye had told her once before. "Brim and Breach have a tendency to go at one another if ya leave 'em alone too long, you can hear em all the way down in the bloomin' basement-!" as far as Iselin recalled.

The memory caught her for a moment, as a light smile came to her- if only a brief respite from everything else swimming around in there. That, and her nerves pricking up as she came to the door in question, seeing it open just enough for light and air to come through; the air carrying warmth along with it, as the light flickered. Iselin paused before the door, knowing it'd be easy enough to push the door open. Fade kept the door open, in case anyone stopped by- though no one did. "They're afraid of öcü- me."

Iselin took that moment to focus again, letting the nerves building in her quiet, knowing damn well they wouldn't. She took a long breath in, biting her lip as she reached out to the door with her prosthetic, knocking gently enough that the metal didn't echo. Following the knock, she called inside, keeping her voice low as she controlled herself, "Fade?"

In the moments that passed, Iselin pulled her hand back from the door, rubbing the skin on her palm with her thumb. Flighty as she felt, a half thought came to her- that Fade didn't hear, that she could run away and forget it.

Instead, she heard a simple, "Ya?"

Dritbra-- Silencing the thought, Iselin let go of her real hand and reached for the door, pressing it open just enough to peer inside.

Fade sat on her bed, her attention focused to the door as she sipped from her mug, moving to place it on the bedside as her eyes clocked Iselin. "Ah- Deadlock. Can't sleep?"

Her words had a lightness to them, as if she'd meant to laugh- Not cruel, though, not as far as Iselin could tell. Just that she'd grown that predictable, it seems. However, as Iselin pushed the door open fully, Fade's smile fell. Her eyes traced over Deadlock, though Iselin did what she could to avoid her gaze. Her eyes drifted to the candles Fade had lit, knowing Fade was looking over her. She- wasn't in the best condition, if just for lack of trying. A lot of it didn't… really matter. Not when there were other things she could be doing. Part of it, though, was the way she'd held herself. A lot of it was the honest fact- she wasn't exactly in the mood to be stiff, to be upright and steady. In all honesty, she felt small. Weak, just standing there, being gazed at.

Even acknowledging that mentally was enough for her to avoid Fade's eyes, which felt more like they peered into her soul rather than just her body. With a beat, Iselin pulled her prosthetic back, holding her wrist as she realised Fade was waiting for an answer. That little hurdle got Iselin to speak, her words softer, "I-… You were right."

Iselin bowed her head in that, feeling weight in her chest as it felt harder to even speak- as guilt and shame started to mesh with the panic from earlier. Too late to backpedal, she continued, shaking her head softly, "…I don't think I am okay."

Saying it out loud, as much as she hated the thought, felt as a relief. As if the pressure of saying the words was more than the words themselves… And much like removing a plug from a drain, she continued- "I keep staying awake at night, because when I sleep, I have nightmares. I keep losing focus- or my temper, or anything else. I feel like I am losing my mind at times, when I feel I should be fine. I should be fine- Herregud! I should be fine, and I don't think I am- I don't know how to fix this. It… sounds ridiculous out loud…"

As much as Iselin's voice grew, she quieted as she realised what drained, and what little relief she'd gotten from her first statement was quickly replaced with embarrassment, anxiety. She tried to stammer out something else- her hands moving as she floundered for words, trying to make her mind think of something- an apology for dumping this on a bunk bunny, or anything to better explain herself.

Instead, what came was silence, as Iselin stopped her anxious movements. Fade stayed quiet- suspiciously so. Enough that Iselin lifted her head from the items around Fade's room to actually look at her, seeing that she had put away her laptop at some point, having moved from the centre of her bed to the side. Her lips were pursed, though her eyes were soft- meeting Iselin's when she finally looked. At that point, Fade gently patted the space she'd made, giving a calm response back. "Tesekkuler- thank you for telling me."

At a loss for words, Iselin's eyes watered at the response- her lips parting before a little smile came to her, seeing as Fade pat the space again. "Sit. If you're willing to talk, I will listen."

Iselin followed her direction, moving and sitting in the space allotted. She brought her legs up to sit criss-cross, letting her hands fall into her lap- looking to Fade again once she was settled in, seeing her lean forward and tilt her head as she looked Iselin over again. She then pulled back, giving Iselin space as she spoke, "You are still mourning, kar tanesi."

Easy as the words were out of Fade's mouth, hearing someone else say it- to have it said so simply and true, it hit like a truck. So much so that Iselin let off a scoff, as she looked off to one of the tapestries hanging on the walls. Aldri…

Noting her response, Fade leaned forward- moving and taking Iselin's real hand in hers, her touch light, hesitant. Iselin turned her attention to Fade once more, seeing as she waited. Iselin turned her hand and took Fade's grip, listening as she spoke, "Ya, I know- that sounds stupid to you, doesn't it?"

"…A little." Iselin nodded, trying to better form something of value instead of simply nodding along. "I- simply thought I would be done by now. We knew what we walked into- to be upset now, it's…"

"Alright." Fade finished Iselin's thought, firm in her answer as she gave a tight squeeze to Iselin's hand. "It is alright. Being upset, being afraid, it is okay. It is not a sign of weakness that you still carry this. It is, however, a sign that you haven't let yourself grieve."

The best Iselin could muster in return was a soft hum, as her gaze drifted off, her mind starting to wander again. Thinking of Amalie, of Tora, and of the researcher they lost. Not to mention the ache in her own body, as what could best be described as a stump ached it's own loss.

Once again, Fade's voice brought her back- if just a little. "You haven't, have you?"

Iselin let off a soft chuckle back- one almost pitiful as she shook her head, "Death was always an outcome."

"Boş yapmayin- that is not what I am asking."

Fade's voice stayed firm as she pressed, causing Iselin to wince as she shook her head once more, stronger this time as her hand tightened around Fade's. "It was something I should have expected-"

"That is not the question, kar tanesi. You have not let yourself grieve- you are still carrying all of this shit with you, playing strong."

"I don't need to--" Iselin hissed back, feeling her muscles tense as her heart started racing once more.

Fade pulled back on Iselin's hand, her expression softening as she let go. "Breathe."

Gritting her teeth, Iselin took a beat, following Fade's command and breathing. Once she'd calmed, she bit her lip and looked back up to Fade, feeling a touch of guilt eating its way through her once more. "No, I haven't."

"Do you know why?"

"Nei." Her response was immediate, almost sharp in the way she spat it.

Fade took her answer and pulled back, nodding. "That's- about what I expected. You haven't processed what happened, either."

"Ja, I know…"

Iselin let off a sigh as she shut her eyes, feeling as the adrenaline in her system ebbed out- leaving exhaustion in it's place. Her head swayed as she leaned her arms onto her knees, "You'd said that before, about my dreams."

"I did, ya. Your nightmares stem from something, and as much as I know what they come from, I can't stop it from tormenting you while you're awake. But, I also said I am here to listen. If you want me to be a voice of reason, then I'll be a voice of reason… You simply don't seem up for discussing much."

As Fade's bluntness settled, Iselin felt her grab onto her shoulder, gently pulling her backwards. "You'll fall over at this rate."

With another little huff, Iselin followed her motion, laying back onto her bed. She let her eyes open at that point, as she looked to Fade sitting above her- seeing the softer expression she wore. That in and of itself had a different vein of thoughts in Iselin's mind- the kind that weren't… particularly relevant given the current setting. Even though she was still beautiful with the deep colour under her eyes- her expression mixed with her own exhaustion. And yet, here she was, listening. Somehow, a bit of Iselin thought she wouldn't. That she was offering to be polite, and yet, here they were- leaving Iselin with the muddle of emotions that was.

Instead of managing that, though, she gave back a thin smile, one more of kindness than anything else. "Thank you- for listening."

"Of course." Once again, her simple response chimed back, as she pulled her hands to herself, "Though I'm certain anyone would listen if you need it."

A laugh came from Iselin as she shook her head, "Really- I doubt that…"

"Deadlock." Fade's eyes darkened as she scowled. "I know for a fact I am not the only one at Protocol that knows you have been through something. Sikiş aşkına, your physical wounds haven't healed, how would your mind have healed faster? I know for certain that if you would rather someone else, Skye would always listen. The same extends to Sage, or Sova if you would rather someone who knew your situation better. No one expects you to be alright by now- no one except yourself, but that will come with time."

As Fade finished her lecture, she paused for a moment, before pulling back, "Now, I assume you're going to try to rest again, ya? You seemed to tire yourself out more than I ever could~"

Iselin scowled right back, moving to smack Fade's arm with her real one- not trusting her strength at the moment with her prosthetic. Her hit was met with laughter from Fade, who pulled back, "Sleep, then. Or try to. If you give up, I'll have a cup waiting."

Nodding, Iselin's eyes fluttered as she settled in. "Thank you."

Humming back, Fade stayed there on the bed- staying as long as Iselin could remember before she fell asleep, finding some sense of ease in the comfort of company. ------ translations in order of appearance (i am Not an expert in either of these languages orz): [Nei] (Nor.) - 'no' [Hvorfor gjorde jeg (...) hvorfor advarte de oss ikke?] (Nor.) - basically a stream of conscious thoughts, roughly translating to "Why didn't I do enough... Why am I still thinking about this- why am I not getting better. Why am I stuck- Why didn't I die? Why did they have to die- Why didn't they warn us?" [öcü] (Turk.) - loosely 'Boogeyman' [Ya] (Turk.)/[Ja] (Nor.) - both mean 'yes', though i think its funny they are pronounced the same way- neither would realise they weren't saying the other's language for just a moment. [Herregud] (Nor.) - generally an exclamation- best translated to 'damn it' or 'oh my god' [Tesekkuler] (Turk.) - 'Thank you' [Aldri] (Nor.) - 'No way' [Boş yapmayin] (Turk.) - 'Cut it out' [Kar tanesi] (Turk.) - 'Snowflake', meant more endearingly than as an insult [Sikiş aşkına] (Turk.) - 'For fucks sake' i did Not remember putting this many things in oops.

[dreamseersystem]

So I posted this post that I linked below. While I don't think I want to start a full fic when I am writing Overwritten Destiny... Would people be interested as an Ask thing?

I will admit, I cannot do art for it. I am a terrible artist and have no way of drawing anymore even if I wanted to.

But I can do replies from the characters or small drabbles based on the asks if people would be interested in that. Would anyone be?

If I did this I think I'll call it the Two Single Dads AU. And the pairing of eventual CrossxError which I am dubbing Cocochip.

[meimi-haneoka]

The characters in CLAMP series have abilities to see future in the dream being called as Dreamseer, just wondering if they have other similar terms or synonyms for that title like Dream Sensory or Oneiromacy (a form of divination based upon dreams, and also uses dreams to predict the future.)

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dream_interpretation

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oneiromancy

The characters in CLAMP stories who can see the future in dreams are called 夢見 "Yumemi", a noun deriving from the truncation of the verb 夢見る ("to dream").

The peculiar thing is that 夢見 alone isn't a word commonly used in Japanese, even more so when you take into account the meaning of "dreamseer": if someone isn't acquainted with CLAMP works, it is unlikely they will interpret it as "dreamseer". The only instance I saw of the use of this term as a noun is in the phrase 夢見がよい／悪い ("having a good/bad dream"), but even then, it is not used in the sense of "having a premonitory dream".

Yumemi intended as "dreamseer" (a person capable of predicting the future through their dreams) is pretty much a term that CLAMP invented for their own series.

Therefore, it can be translatable to anything that suggests the same meaning, not necessarily and strictly only as "dreamseer".

Oneiromancy is definitely what Yumemi people do, in CLAMP works!

[davepetas]

B33 < look out- its COOL CAT HOUR + · 。。。

🎧 '·. DREAM[ASPECT] ✧‧₊ ⊹ a gender related to being an [ASPECT] of dreams, an [ASPECT] in your dreams, or being a dreamy [ASPECT] !!

dreammage | dreamseer

dreammaid | dreamsylph

dreamprince | dreambard

dreamknight | dreampage

dreamlord | dreammuse

dreamheir | dreamwitch

dreamthief | dreamrouge

🔊 ، ࣪ ⊹ ֶ coined by PIGEON. ( •͈ᴗ⁃͈) ( coined for day 4 of @a-quilted-milky-way 's coining event! )

[angelcak-3]

still thinking about that tag that called percy a “dreamseer”…..oooooooh

[loveobsesspink]

Hello! :) Still around, haha here's the pictures I took at Doki Doki 2024. This was the new bridal dress that just came out in gach, Charming Sorbet Wedding Dress (F). Its just the regular version no idle and I actually wasn't going to get it at first but I saw another person wearing it in game and I actually really liked how it looked so I checked the Auction House. There's two versions, I usually prefer the variation outfits that has socks and i think this version was lower price than the ones with the garters (Elegant Sorbet Wedding Dress (F). It has 6 parts on it and I you can't really tell (because I was holding the Sorbet Wedding Bouquet but the front panel, sleeves and lace are all one dye part and I dyed it a darker pink than the actual dress. Most time I avoid dyeing the stockings if I can (I prefer white or off-white) so it looks like I didn't have any brown but the choker necklace (hidden again behind the bouquet) is actually brown. It pops out bit better than if I dyed it pink and I still wanted an accent of brown somewhere on the outfit. The Royal Morning Teacup Shoes (F) are one of my favorites due to the design of the shoe with the top of the feet showing. It kind of makes any long socks look like leggings. The gloves is the Dreamseer's Unicorn Gloves (F) and I really love the cuff looks (another glove that has dyeable skin tone). Same wig and accessories as usual haha.

I saw this super pretty butterfly swing (it could've been at Doki Doki before but I just forgot) so I had to take some pictures with it. I also saw in the sky the adorable Cat Head and Paw clouds. Doki Doki has amazing places to take pictures (and I was taking these at like 2 or 3 am in morning LOL I can't sleep sometimes) and I tried my best to get some nice shots. Really loved how the one on the hill that overlooks the square turned out. I also took a picture of the lake where the newest Doki Doki Quest was featured and the door.

That's it for now, I still have more pictures of my newest acquired outfits to share and super excited with how they turned out. Thank you for reading :D

Outfit: Charming Sorbet Wedding Dress (F) Headpiece: Squirrel School Wig (F) Shoes: Royal Morning Teacup Shoes (F) Gloves: Dreamseer's Unicorn Gloves (F) Accessories: Sorbet Wedding Bouquet, Bodacious Party Facial Bandage, Succubus Fiend Wings, Wind-Up Tail, Teacup Support Bunny, Shiny Forest Floating Puppy

[damnhitsuzen]

New chapter

Different Directions - Chapter 10: Loved It's been one shit week. One of the reasons I wrote this fic much faster than planned was that it helped me to make peace with my own grief. Both as a Ukrainian living through a war, and my personal, weird grief, the one you get in advance: my grandma was slowly dying from cancer, fading away and losing parts of herself more and more every day. We cared for her ourselves, so this year I learned a lot more about palliative care that I ever planned to. Yesterday she died in what I hope was a light, freeing death. This chapter was to be published yesterday, but of course, plans changed. Still I have to something with myself today, why not post it? The next one is going to be the hardest one, the one I planned right from the start. What a coincidence, huh

This chapter has a lot of answers, bit still not all of them. I am not too fond of it, but there are some parts I loved. I just had to play with Watanuki's lost memories, because he is a very clever guy and no way he never made the connections about the role of C!Sakura and C!Syaoran in his life. And at first I surprised myself by inserting the CCS!Sakura to the plot, but it makes so much sense! She is another dreamseer, after all, and of course that weird network of Sakuras in dream would drag her into this dream as well.

You will need two last omakes of Horitsuba for this - Get ready to meet the Exchange student and that last one about the costumed play. And the soundtrack to this chapter is Hozier's "Talk", because imagine being loved by Watanuki?

In the end, I want to tell everybody going through loss and grief right now that there's still light to be found around you. It might not change anything or eclipse that hollowness inside. But it can give you a moment of rest, an accidental smile to relax tense jaws, a warmness of someone's genuine interest and concern. Allow yourself this light and this smile and this rest. Love to all my readers and big hugs to everyone commenting, you are the best!

[ann-divinepriestess]

This message could be for a Scorpio rising or sun sign. However this message is also connected to the energy of Scorpio which reflects someone who is going through major changes, ending and or a major transformation or transition. This message is for you. You are currently in a time of life in which is destined to be. You are in the midst of learning a life lesson. You currently feel lost or stuck within your situation. Spirit is speaking to you now. Don't question it. Just listen and act. You will be surprised by what happens. Your guides want to provide you with answers and you are going to recieve a clear sign, however you must work with the universe and ask clearly for what you need an answer towards. Keep your eyes open and look to your dreams tonight. Take note of what comes through. ⏳Another message for you: In one months time your current worried will be completely solved. ALL LINKS https://linktr.ee/Meta_Ann #scorpiorising #scorpiosun #scorpioenergy #claircognizance #dreamseer https://www.instagram.com/p/CoaSPywuOVP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Favian (Kingdom of Ichor)

Age- 34 (immortal)

Location- Skyline district, New Olympus

Personality- An enlightened individual, he's quite pragmatic, creative, and values his capacity for deep thoughts & appreciation for the arts. There's always a new question or theory on the horizon. He's single.

He has the standard abilities of a god except shapeshifting. As the god of philosophy his other powers/abilities include photokinesis & telepathy. He also has various specialized powers based on the different schools of thought and philosophy.

Favian lives in a spacious condo at The Parthenos Plaza, a luxury building in the Skyline neighborhood of New Olympus. He shares the condo & is roommates with his best friend Neicus (god of debate & appeal). The inside of the condo is exquisitely spotless and organized. The interior design is sleek & modern with colors of steel gray, royal blue, cream, and beige. They pooled their money together & was able to buy the largest (and most expensive) flat screen TV on the market- measuring at 150 inches & costing 220,000 drachmas from iCHOR Tech. The TV is made with ultra chroma technology, has 4K ultra picture quality, built in Wi-Fi, and is touch screen operated as well as bluetooth friendly.

Favian has a single pet, his animal companion- a she-dragon named Dreamseer. A slender beauty, she's primarily covered in vibrant dark blue-green scales with silver crests and teal wings. She's his usual mode of transportation.

His immediate family includes his younger sister Sophia (goddess of thought). They're as close as any brother & sister, a constant thing for them getting into heated debates through text and in person, though all in good fun! Biweekly, they have a family dinner, usually at Sophia's brownstone.

A go-to drink for him is earl grey tea. He also likes dry martinis, scotch on the rocks, manhattans, white russians, pinot noir, and gin & tonics. His usuals from The Roasted Bean is an olympian sized roast coffee (with a bit of sugar) & a large chai latte.

Favian starts off his mornings at home doing a session of tobata yoga before jogging through Eaglepoint Park, ending the early hours with use of his premier gym membership at Fit 2 Be a God.

For breakfast he almost always goes for the spinach & artichoke baked egg souffle from The Bread Box.

One of his biggest vices are cigars- especially ones that are rolled with tobacco sourced from the Underworld.

In keeping with his "outworldly" way of thinking, Favian is a firm believer of traveling, being exposed to different people & cultures. He's been to most states in Olympius (including the deserted island Sicilios) and has traveled to the Underwater realm twice. He's currently planning his upcoming sabbatical to the Underworld.

A guilty pleasure for him are olympian sized cajun fries from Olympic Chef.

Favian is the latest male deity to be on a billboard in Acropolis Square modeling Thunderstruck briefs, the king's underwear brand.

For his most recent birthday, he was gifted a pair of Celestial Bronze cufflinks from his best bro!

Favian's main job is overseeing the philosophy department at New Olympus University. He personally teaches the ethics class. He's also an acclaimed writer of a few academic textbooks as well as literary works- including a popular steampunk series titled The Machinery of Alchemists. For other work & means of income he models for Platinum Alchemy, is a frequent guest co-host on the Nocturnal Thoughts podcast, and is a contributing writer for O Dianooumenos. He's also an executive producer on an upcoming social experiment TV show created and hosted by Litismós (goddess of culture).

His social circle includes Momus (god of mockery, satire, & ridicule), Pathos (god of emotion), Coeus (Titan god of foresight, intellect, & knowledge); his beloved mentor, his sister's girlfriend Eikono (goddess of iconography & literature), Dimósia (goddess of debate), Agathodaemon (Daemon) (god of vineyards, grainfields, & luck), Chiron (the immortal centaur), Psionikós (god of the mind), Isorropía (Isorro) (god of duality, balance, & equilibrium), Pistis (goddess of trust, reliability, & good faith), Orthosia (goddess of wealth), Aplistos (god of avarice), Aion (god of time, eternity, & the zodiacs), Moros (god of doom), Nomos (god of laws), Mnemosyne (Titaness of memory & language), Harpocrates (god of silence & discretion), Horkos (god of oaths), Aletheia (goddess of truth), Sophrosyne (goddess of moderation, temperance, & restraint), Apólafsi (god of enjoyment), and Achelous (god of freshwater).

Favian also admires Atlas (Titan god of strength & endurance).

His favorite dessert is the tiramisu from Hollyhock's Bakery. He also likes his sister's rasmalai.

As far as his romantic life, Favian is enjoying his singledom after getting out of a long term relationship with Mesembria (Bria) (goddess of the afternoon). It's been awkward still being in contact with each other seeing how Favian is a financial backer for her business. Now he's keeping romantic encounters on the casual side. Favian hooked up with a siren dancer at a burlesque show he went along with Momus & Neicus and he's had a one night stand with Amphictyonis (Amy) (goddess of diplomacy). He's currently seeing a model named Almada, who's a maenad. Favian appreciates his close bond & friendship with Dimósia. They posted videos of themselves doing viral dances on Fatestagram and has even slept over each other's places. There have been a few times where he wonders if there could be more.

His most viewed video on his PanopTube channel is his vlog at The Luxe where he partook in the most expensive tacos (along with Neicus)- a gold flake infused corn tortilla added with kobe beef, beluga caviar, black truffle brie cheese, and an exotic salsa blend made from scorched tartarus peppers sourced from the Underworld). It cost a whopping 25,000 drachmas!

His all time favorite meal is spanokopita with his sister's chicken saagwala.

"The mind once enlightened cannot again become dark."

[naniya27]

They're getting to know each other! Dreamseer wkx au!

Last chap: 1 2 3

[engshoujosei]

X/1999

18 single volumes & 6 Omnibuses

Licensed by Viz Media

Kamui Shiro is a young man who was born with the power to decide the fate of the Earth itself--a destiny he can barely bring himself to believe. But as other players in the prophecy begin to gather around him--the "Seven Seals," with the power to protect the Earth, and the "Seven Harbingers," who are fated to destroy it--he has no choice but to come to terms with his fate. Note: Re-released under the title X/1999.

Related Series 

Tsubasa - Reservoir Chronicle (Alternate Story, licensed by Del Rey, then Kodansha) Tokyo Babylon (Prequel, licensed by Tokyopop, then Dark Horse, now Yen Press) Miyuki-chan in Wonderland (Alternate Story, licensed by Tokyopop, then Viz Media digitally)

Status in Country of Origin 

18.5 Volumes (Hiatus)

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Adapted to Anime

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Antihero / Antiheroine

Apocalypse

Beautiful Artwork

Betrayal

Blood and Gore

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Character Deaths

Chosen One

Computers

Dark Ambience

Death of Loved One/s

Defying Destiny/Fate

Dreamseer/s

Earthquake

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End of the World

Environmentalism

Friends Become Enemies

Genderless

Hidden Emotion/s

Kill or Be Killed Situation

Loner Protagonist

Love-Hate Relationship

Magic

Melancholy Atmosphere

Multiple Couples

Murder/s

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Onmyouji

Orphan/s

Ostracized Character/s

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Outcast/s

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Priest/s

Prophecy

Prostitute/s

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Religious References

Romantic Subplot

Rushed Ending / Axed

Science Fantasy

Secret/s

Shikigami

Shrine Maiden/s

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Spirit/s

Star-Crossed Lovers

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Tragic Past

Unconditional Love

Unpredictable Outcome

Unrequited Love

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