#nightmares & daydreams

[avionvadion]

if i had a nickel for every time the nrc boys lost their shit about something happening to them that yuu already deals with ("OH NO OUR MAGIC" in glorious masquerade and *gestures at nightmare before christmas*) id have two nickels which isnt a lot but i think yuu should get their asses for that as a treat

Malleus, Sebek, Leona, Jade, Riddle, Trey, Azul, Vil, Epel, Idia, Jamil: “OH NO WE’VE BEEN ISEKAI’D WHAT DO WE DO, HOW DO WE GET HOME, WE’RE SO SCARED.”

Yuu: “Yeah, really sucks, huh? Good thing you were with friends when it happened. Would’ve been DEVASTATING if you got isekai’d all alone.”

The boys, staring at Yuu, remembering who they are and how they got to their school: “Oh shit, fam, you right. Sorry.”

Idia: “WHAT DO WE DO, HOW DO WE SURVIVE THIS ISEKAI, O’ CHOSEN ONE!???”

Yuu: “THANK YOU, IDIA. Let’s follow Jack!”

Vil: “You just want to hear him sing.”

Yuu: “THIS WORLD IS MY CHILDHOOD AND THE ONLY GOOD THING TO HAPPEN TO ME THIS FAR. I HEREBY RETIRE FROM HEROISM, YOU BOYS ARE ON YOUR OWN. I’M LIVING IN HALLOWEEN TOWN WITH MY NEW BESTIE.”

Skully: “WE’RE BESTIES NOW!? YAY!”

Yuu and Skully run off after Jack, arm in arm, singing This is Halloween.

Idia: “This is it. This is how we die. Ortho, big brother is sorry… Book-Kun got me…”

[peachsukii]

There’s an unknown darkness surrounding you, your body full of dread. Your veins are laced with panic trying to make sense of what’s going on.

“Hey,” you hear, but it’s muffled, unsure of the direction it’s coming from. You attempt to run, but your feet are too heavy to move.

“Hey!” You hear a second time, fear beginning to engulf your nerves. What the hell is happening? You can’t see anything, and yet, your intuition is telling you to get the fuck out of here.

“Wake up!”

You jolt upward, sucking in a desperate breath as you collide foreheads with Bakugo.

“Ow, fuck! I should’a seen that comin’,” he sighs, holding his head briefly before shifting his attention to you. “Sweets, you were screamin’ again in your sleep. You okay?”

The pain barely registers from colliding with him as you attempt to get your breath under control, a cold sweat drenching your clothes while you blink away the remnants of your nightmare. You couldn’t even remember what was happening - if anything was happening, for that matter. You’re trying to find the words to assure him that you’re okay but they’re trapped in your chest, tears pooling in your eyes from the overload of emotions surging through your nervous system.

Bakugo pulls you into his chest, stroking your hair and back gently. “S’okay, peach. M’here, not goin’ anywhere. Just breathe.”

And you do, one shaky breath at a time while your body regains its composure. You focus on how your cheek feels against his bare chest, soothed by the rhythm of his heartbeat, letting yourself drift off into thoughtlessness.

“Everything’s alright, you’re safe an’ sound,” Bakugo whispers assuringly, lying his head atop yours. He notices the sweat sticking to your back and the tackiness to your skin. “Lemme get you outta those clothes and some water, yeah?”

You nod, letting your arms fall from his back as he shifts out from under the covers. He tugs at your hand to get you to stand up, and once you do, grabs the hem of your shirt to pull it over your head and hooks his fingers into your underwear to slip them down your thighs. He grabs a pair of his boxers and one of his old t-shirts to dress you with, helping you into both garments carefully.

“There we go. You okay if I leave to get you water?” Bakugo asks, kissing your face repeatedly to get you to giggle. “I’ll take that as a yes, stay here.”

He retreats to the kitchen from your shared bedroom, the hallway light lingering in the doorway. Not even a minute passes before he’s back at your side and handing you a tall glass of cold water. He sits you down and places a hand on your back while you chug the entire glass.

“Sorry for waking you, Kats,” you apologize while placing the empty glass on the bedside table. “I don’t even know what I was dreaming about.”

“Don’t apologize, peaches. Ya can’t help havin’ nightmares, I have ‘em too and you’re always here for me. Let me be here for you, too.” He places a kiss to your shoulder before gracing you with a soft smile. “Now let’s get back’ta bed.”

The two of you slide back under the covers together, entangling your bodies to be as close as possible.

“I’m right here if ya need me,” Bakugo comments, kissing the back of your neck before nestling his head on the pillow above you. “Not lettin’ you go.”

When you finally drift back into dreamland, it’s no longer dark - quite the opposite. You’re surrounded by warmth, the sun shining brightly with the wind blowing through your hair. You spot Bakugo walking toward you in the park with two ice creams, eagerly awaiting the sweet treat.

[larabar]

putting him through it again

[yeloenk]

Do ya maybe have more doodles with day dream?

Also what about his brother

What is daydreams relationships with everyone?

heehe i have somethin better.... his ref sheet!! freshly remade!!!

oh yeah and nightmare too !!!

he and his stupid ass tentacles were too big so i had to seperate them...😭🙏

i actually haven't thought much about his multiverse relationships yet since i've been mainly focusing on somnibound's story! so the following may change in the future.

daydream has a lottt of relationships!! he's the guardian of positivity, after all ^_^

his closest friends are swap, core, cross, and probably a few others.

he stays away from error, since he's very unstable and dangerous

he has beef with ink because of the whole "wtf why do you see people as characters and why do you not care about them" thing 😭🙏 ink is completely fine with daydream tho

honestly, think of somnibound taking place in another multiverse instead of being an AU. in this one, somnibound replaces dreamtale lmao. so yeah💯💯

[7roaches]

posting my incorrect opinions @ night when nobody can see them

[daredevil-vagabond]

You know it's thriller, thriller night!

My solo piece for the @gothamhorrorzine

[ladyloveandjustice]

I mostly love season 3 of ATLA, but I wish we'd gotten like, one or two more episodes of seeing Zuko as a new member of the gaang. He got some individual time with everyone (except Toph so sad. But even then their relationship was pretty established), but it would have been fun to see the completed Gaang fight some random threat so we could see how Zuko would work with all of them.

Like bring back one of the season one villains- I vote the pirates (though I guess they wouldn't be a credible threat on their own, so team them up with idk the rough rhinos or some new one-off threat). since that would lead to the most fun callbacks.

-Toph would be really mad that they fought pirates and never told her. Then she would be bitterly disappointed that the pirates weren't as cool as she thought they would be. She'd also be floored to hear Katara stole from the pirates and be like "how could you not tell me you did something that cool! Why did you think you needed to pull a scam when you could have just told me that and impressed me!"

-Katara would insist that Zuko be tied to the tree and used as bait for the bad guys at one point and Zuko would comply out of guilt.

-Zuko would have to explain that Zhao hired the pirates to kill him and they nearly succeeded when they blew up his ship.

and Aang would be like "Oh THAT'S why you were all beat up. I always assumed Katara did that."

Sokka: Yeah, I was sure Katara just punched you in the face a bunch and slashed you with some icicles.

Katara: awwww you guys!

Zuko: Why are you so flattered by that?

-Hawky could return solely to fight the parrot while Momo looks on approvingly. And maybe bond with Zuko a bit in a callback to the pilot.

-Katara could steal something else from the pirates. Just for kicks. With Toph's enthusiastic support. Suki too. Girls supporting girls committing larceny.

-Zuko and Katara accidentally cancel out each other's attacks at one point during the melee and get into an immature argument Aang has to break up

-The pirates ask where Iroh is or mention him and Zuko gets all misty like

"you were right, Uncle...I couldn't see that my own ship had set sail...I even threw his pai sho tile away...just another sin on my list..."

"Zuko please focus"

Maybe it would have disrupted the tension, but I would have loved to see those shenanigans happen.

[ky-landfill]

[schnuffel-danny]

aww they are both thinking about each other at the same time! how sweet <3

[whimhaven]

life is strange inspired characters 🧚🏾‍♂️🫧🦋

[4-the-l0ve-0f-art]

"You were a daydream inside a nightmare."

Pairing: knight!Capitano x artist!Reader (gendered terms like Miss, Woman, etc. used, no anatomy described)

Word count: 1.3k

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Slow Romance, Alternative universe: no vision, Tragedy

Rating: General Audiences

Trigger Warnings: Depictions of Violence

Summary:

It was raining. Your eyes closed as he held your shivering body in his arms. Droplets landed on your face, your body feeling ice cold to his touch. Capitano watched, trembling, breathing heavily. “My love.” Capitano’s voice came out in a hoarse whisper. “No.. please, no.. stay with me, love, stay with me..” He watched as peace took over you. It felt like he just woke up from a daydream in the middle of a nightmare. Capitano’s world shattered into pieces in the blink of an eye. OR, An artist and a knight falling in love. The story of two separate worlds colliding.

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Chapter 1: Happenings in the Royal Palace

Sunlight shone through the palace halls. It was the start of a new day, and the aroma of freshly baked goods lingered near the dining halls. The palace was bustling with activity in the early hours of morning; maids running around hard at work to keep everything clean, the noise of pressure cookers and ingredients being listed out loud in kitchens, knights doing exercises in the fields.

And amidst it all was you, the freshy appointed palace painter, roaming around in halls which led to the.. servant quarters? Oh boy, you were lost. This was definitely not the dream gardenscape an artist such as you should’ve been standing in.

To be completely honest, you had no idea how you ended up here, in the middle of a hall busy with maids running around carrying unfathomable amounts of laundry and cleaning supplies in one go, making you wonder if they were really maids instead of knights. Their strength while lifting those carriers and boxes truly seemed to be on par with one.

“Excuse me, Miss, you don’t seem to be from around here.” A sweet voice from behind called out to you. “Are you lost?”

You turn around to see a young, brown haired girl dressed in a maid’s..no, a knight’s armour? ..Maid armour?

“Oh, I really am.. This place is huge. Would you mind showing me the way?”

She smiled and bowed elegantly. “Of course. My name is Nancy, maid of the Royal Knights of Khaenri’ah. Where would you like to go?”

Her gentle demeanor was truly welcoming. “I was supposed to paint a scene of the cavalry knights and their horses in training. Could you show me the way?” 

“Oh! You must be the palace painter. I heard there was a new hire. Please, follow me.” She gestured opposite towards the direction you were previously going in.

You talked as you walked next to her. “That’s me. I haven’t been in a place as big as this before, so it’s easy to get lost..”

“It is. If you need help navigating palace grounds, feel free to ask for help from me or any other caretaker around.”

She led you to an open field with horses being groomed and taken care of by their caretakers. Some were trotting around in the middle, following commands shouted out by knights mounted on them. There was a long set of stables surrounding the area.

“Thank you for your help, Nancy. I would’ve been stuck trying to find this place the whole day without you.” You smiled at her.

“Of course! You’re welcome. Please enjoy your time here.” She bowed again, and you waved as she walked out of sight.

-

You had recently scored the biggest commission of your life, and a time consuming but rewarding one at that. Your artworks had somehow reached the Royal Family’s eyes and they were thoroughly impressed, requesting you to paint mundane scenes from around the palace grounds to showcase in their royal halls. It was the greatest honor an artist could achieve in your kingdom and you would be a fool to say no. And that is how you ended up in the corner of a busy field full of trotting horses, shiny manes, and proud knights. Lot’s of beautiful greenery too, of course.

You decided to set up your easel and painting supplies here for the day. By some unknown miracle, your commissioners were generous enough to give you as much time as you need to create as many beautiful paintings as possible, something about “Time and patience is the true essence required to create extraordinary art.”, and you were keen on spending that time wisely.

For your first day, you decided that cavalry knights, the pride and joy of the Royal Guards of your kingdom, would be a good start. And so, here you were, trying to decide on the best angle of the field and subjects within. You studied your surroundings after setting down your supplies.

Boundless beauty was waiting to be recreated on a canvas by you.

-

Somewhere on the other side of the Grand Palace was a man dressed in black armour from head to toe, knight’s mask covering his face, and adorning a cloak with the finest fur and dragon scale design on it. An expensive choice in fashion indeed. He watched as his platoon got ready to engage in combat of various types, studying their form and technique with excruciating focus.

A knight from a nearby group called out to him, looking with respect and admiration in his eyes. “Captain, I request a friendly duel with you. Everyone here is eager to witness you in action and I would be honoured to start the day learning more directly from you.”

Capitano glanced at the rest of the group. They seemed to be waiting for his reply. He thought it over for a moment. It would be a good opportunity for his soldiers to go all out in training.

He nodded. “Very well, then. It would be best if you tried to keep up.” 

His cloak landed in the hands of a maid nearby, her balance wavering slightly from the unexpected weight of metal ornaments and fur. She stared at the scene unfolding before her, eager to witness The Captain in action like the rest of the group.

He unsheathed his sword and stepped into the middle of the field. 

A long day of training was awaiting them.

-

It was lunchtime by the time you were halfway through your painting. Your back was aching from painting for too long and rats were running around in your stomach, committing hunger warfare. It was time for a break.

The horses were back in their stables for mealtime and the field was isolated aside from the occasional sweeper. It seemed like everyone had decided they didn’t have time to bask in the autumn breeze, instead opting to stay indoors.

You, on the other hand, had decidedly packed your lunch in advance and were now ready to roam the gardens in search of a scenic picnic spot. An opportunity to enjoy a lovely meal, and scout for more scenes worth painting. A peaceful day like this was rare and you were going to make the most of it while you could. 

You cleared away your supplies and put them aside in a corner to come back to after your meal. 

Walking through a long hallway, lunchbox in hand, you were ready to conquer the beauty of this extravagant palace with your eyes.. Until you heard some sort of sounds from a pathway on your right. As you got closer to the end of the pathway, the clashing of metal against metal became clearer, and a huge field with a crowd of knights huddled together came into sight.

They were cheering quite loudly.

“What a powerful blow! No one could match our Captain in combat.” 

Someone loudly gasped. “How is Commander Guthred not knocked out yet?!”

“Can’t believe he’s already defeated so many of us, man. It’s been a few hours already and he’s still not showing any signs of tiring out.” “This has to be the best training day. Getting to watch him in action happens once in a blue moon.”

“Hush now, you’re distracting me!”

Curiosity took over you. Wanting to see what everyone was ogling at, you made your way to a side of the field where the knights weren’t blocking the view. And what you saw in front of you took your breath away.

A tall man covered head to toe in armour, chains attached to his belt clanking around and long black hair swaying in the wind, dealing quick blows with his sword towards a knight in a defending position. Swords clash and cheers rang around.

The only way to describe him was mysterious, skilled. The embodiment of strength.

And immensely attractive.

[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 ...

[fawninginlovee]

[lovereadandwrite]

a nightmare from which there will be no waking up✨

[zinniapetals]

I’m so glad Chuuya doesn’t dream; people treat it as such a sad thing with angst but like ?? Hello ?? His life has been pretty riddled with trauma and loss, like let the boy get his 8 hours of sleep without waking up from nightmares

[wr-n]

I want Nightmare to have dreams.

Not normal dreams of nonsensical story or memories resurfacing.

I want him to live a second life in his dreams where the shadows are filled with mechanical clicking, beasts lurk in every room, monsters disguised as loved ones.

And Nightmare has to survive them every time he goes to sleep.

Maybe Nightmare starts losing his handle over his powers and accidentally drags Cross and Horror into himself - into his dreams.

And now they have to survive and look for Nightmare to get out.