#reala is here too

[morchine]

u cannot force me to not draw a dark background

[pawsometoons]

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[pinky-in-blankets]

(for F/Ovember)

Hey Nights! Why don't you tell us more about yourself and how you got in a relationship? :0

"Salutations visitor~! My relationship with the little dreamer is quite an interesting one. To make a long and interesting story short; She came to nightsopia one evening and from that night forward took about a month to Overthrow Wiseman and turn Nightsopia upside-down! But in a good way.

Thanks to her, we've defeated wiseman, found new ideya colors, Reconnected Nightsopia To the dreamscape, and I'm now the Prince of Nightsopia alongside Reala! I think she deserves respect after so many accomplishments.

So when I was offered to become a royal guard to help her recover, I was delighted! Plus- it's also a good excuse to get out of my other responsibilities, hahaha!"

[thedreamparadox]

thanks for singlehandedly feeding the nights fandom

I actually came to the realization a few days ago that I (by number of fics, not necessarily by word count) think I am currently the most prolific NiGHTS fic writer on AO3 and I do not know what to do with that information.

We are a handful of people and a shoelace fandom on that site rn it's kind of surreal.

[maraschinotopped]

collection of nights doodles i did on my mocks to kill time that i forgot to post earlier ....

[blindrapture]

Act II poster, drawn by RealaChao Seen in the July 5th log

This one's been a long time coming. It depicts a scene from a little later in the act, from a log that will be titled "The God Machine." That thing up there is the God Machine.

This piece originated back in, like, at least 2016, when I was compiling the Fifth Draft, aka the First Edition, the physical (and now obsolete) book that contained the first three acts. I had asked Reala to depict this same scene, albeit in an earlier form. She began the piece back then but was never able to finish it.

Left: The earliest version, a sketch. Right: An incomplete render of a digitization.

This year, 2024, when I decided I was going to rewrite Act 2 entirely, I noted we still had no Act Poster for it, and Reala and I began talks of finishing the God Machine piece. I proposed that, rather than try and pick back up a decade-old piece, she try drawing it again from scratch. To aid this purpose, I purchased a drawing tablet myself and whipped up a sketch that basically "rotated the camera," and also added Donnie.

Left: The sketch itself. Right: With some notes, and an attempt to figure out where the text could go.

Reala was able to do the piece with the aid of my sketch, and throughout June we had regular discussions about the progress of the piece, interpretations of its composition and of its context as the second Act Poster, and I also did some tweaks to the final version myself to allow Reala to focus on other tasks.

Here is the final version again, this time the "color" version, without text:

I, for what it's worth, am extremely happy with this. It is distinct from the other Act Posters by virtue of being digital art, fluid figures drawn with small textured brushes. If you zoom in on the strokes, you will see textures on a sort of micro-scale. These textures manifest themselves on a much larger scale in the God Machine itself, which has large sketchy textures.

We wanted this to stand as a meaningful piece of digital art. It serves its function in the story-- you can easily skim your eyes over it and go back to reading. But if you decide to look more closely at it, you will find elements that are not realistic, are in fact expressionist, things for you to latch onto and interpret. I will not go into the intended meanings of these in this post, as we've only just begun the distribution of Act 2.

The poster for the first Act communicated a lot that reflected the tone of that Act. I think this poster communicates a lot too. I hope it feels like Rapture is new again. I hope it feels like we are young and tasked with solving a hard problem.

What are the Seven Ciphers?

See you. :)

[livewiregoth]

Got these in the mail, got two more Shadow figures coming for customizing purposes(Mephiles's Shadow form & my OC Reala the hedgehog), noseless Sonic is going to turn into my OC Nikki

Been thinking about getting these for a while. Also how do you get these to stand especially like normal people? I'm lucky to get all 3 to stand cause both Sonics fail to stand repeatedly.(Doesn't help that the heads are were most if not all the weight comes from) I'm likely going to need to make stands for them.

Here's two more & obviously Sonic fell over(Shadow did too but I fixed that)

Took noseless Sonic's hand so I could try to make it look like these two are holding hands. Got him to stand but not exactly what I was going for. (Wanted them to hold hands & each other)

I'll try to get more pics later

[shadowqueen402]

A Special Birthday Surprise

A birthday fic that I made due to the fact that it's my birthday! I hope you all enjoy this!

"Eis, set those chairs right over here, please," Lance said, looking at the firefighter while holding a recipe book. He pointed to a vacant table. "They are on the heavy side, so make sure to handle them with ease."

"On it, Lance," Eis replied as he and Jose started to lift the chairs up, one by one, and bring them to the table that Lance pointed at.

"What do you think of these decorations, Balan?" NiGHTS asked. They were helping Fiona and Haoyu hang up balloons and other pretty birthday decorations the colors of royal blue, light yellow, white, and apple red. "Think Aria would love them?"

"Why, my dear cousin, I'm sure as sure can get," Balan replied with a grin. "Aria would no doubt be thrilled to see the final results, if you want my bet."

"I agree with Balan," Iben added with a nod. "After all, they are all in Aria's signature colors." She continued to place the decorations on each table.

Everyone in the Balan Theatre had been extremely busy for almost a week. The reason for this made so much sense; Aria's birthday was coming up. Of course, they had to keep what they were doing under wraps whenever their friend was around.

"Say, has Lance decided on what kind of cake that he'll make Aria?" NiGHTS asked.

"He wishes for it to be a surprise," Balan stated. "But trust me when I say that you will love it when you see the cake with your own eyes."

The doors barged open to reveal Kaylo holding a LARGE pile of presents. "I hope I wasn't too late," Kaylo said.

"Where were you, Kaylo?" Rebecca asked, looking up from the refreshment table that she was busy decorating.

"My family and I went gift shopping for Aria," Kaylo explained. "Then, I spent all morning helping them wraps the presents up. So sorry for the long wait. Where can I set them?"

"I finished setting up the gift table," Bruce responded. "You can set them over there." He pointed to the gift table that was currently vacant aside from the decorations.

"Thanks, Bruce." Kaylo made her way to the table and carefully placed the presents down.

"Wow, that's a lot of presents," Yuri said. "I still have mine at home. I was told that Aria's favorite insect is the Monarch Butterfly."

"One of them is from me," Kaylo said. "I got her a pretty spring outfit. The rest are from my family."

(Meanwhile, in the Night Dimension)

Reala sat on the throne of his domain, humming in deep thought. Since the beginning of the week, that was what he had been doing aside from his duties as a Nightmaren General. This was because he was well aware that Aria's birthday was coming up…

…But there was one problem…

…He was the only one who had no idea as to what to give Aria for her birthday.

Reala needed to think fast as to what to give her. Fortunately, in the time that he dated her, he got to know her a lot better just like she got to know him. So it was easy for him to remember her personal likes and dislikes.

Aria obviously loved cats. Royal Blue was her favorite color. She also liked wearing jewelry as evident on the day that he first met her. She had been wearing her wedding ring that was placed onto her left ring finger by the man that she was once married to.

To know that he was able to fill the gap in her heart that Aria's late husband left brought Reala genuine happiness. To the point where there had been times that he would wonder how things would if he married her.

While he and Aria had talked about marriage at one point, Reala was well aware that she was still a bit iffy about remarrying. This was due to her fear that the same thing that happened to her late husband would also happen to Reala. That he would leave her only for disaster to strike, making him unable to return to her.

That was when it hit Reala…

…He knew exactly as to what to give Aria for her birthday…

…He was going to pop the question to Aria. After all, the two had been dating each other for quite some time.

He had an idea as to what Aria's present from him would look like. It would no doubt represent the love that they had for each other.

With a determined smile, Reala flew into a deeper part of his domain and got to work on Aria's special present from him.

(Three Days Later…)

"SURPRISE!!" Everyone yelled in joy when Aria turned on the lights to the room that the party would take place.

Aria gasped in awe and delight as she looked around. "Oh my goodness!" She exclaimed. "I can't believe you did all of this of me!"

"Well, of course, darling!" Lucy replied with the same amount of joy that Aria had. "You've been such an amazing friend to us! When your birthday came, we just had to celebrate it!" Her eyes landed on a silver charm bracelet that was on Aria's right wrist. "Your bracelet is adorable! Where did you get it?"

Aria smiled as she looked down at the charm bracelet. It had seven charms on it; one was Aria's initial, one was Scotland's flag, one was a princess crown, one was a butterfly, one was a star, one was a heart, and one was a dove. "My mother gave me the bracelet this morning," She replied.

"Well, it looks really lovely on you," Cal commented. "Now, let's go celebrate your birthday." He motioned for Aria to join in on the fun.

"Shall we watch Aria open presents or should we all sing to her a Happy Birthday?" Trisha Jane asked. Before Aria could answer, Leo and Emma came rushing by, fear on their faces.

"Guys!" Emma cried out. "Reala is here in the theatre! He's looking for Aria!"

"What could he possibly want with Aria this time?" Sana asked, suddenly getting protective along with Eis.

"Hard to say, but I only know that he likes her a lot," NiGHTS said, becoming protective. "Either way, if he tries anything funny to Aria, I'll be sure to step in!"

As if on cue, Reala suddenly appeared inside the room where the party was at. Kaylo, Mei, Marina, Rebecca, and Trisha Jane all backed away. Leo quickly shielded Emma while Jose and Attilio shielded Yuri and Cass.

"Reala, why are you here?" NiGHTS demanded, getting into a fighting stance.

Reala smirked at NiGHTS's annoyance. "Isn't it obvious, my dear sibling?" He replied in an amused tone. "I came here to see my girlfriend, Aria. I also happen to have a present for her."

"Reala, this better not be a trick or a sick joke," Lance said, glaring at his cousin. "Because if it's either, you will be one sorry bloke."

"I can assure that it's neither," Reala said, frowning at Lance.

Aria looked at NiGHTS and the two maestros. "Don't worry, you three," She assured. "Reala would never hurt me." She approached her Nightmaren lover.

"Ah, Aria," Reala spoke, a light smile on his face. "I have made you a very special present. I do sincerely hope you love it." He then cleared his throat. "Now, we have been together for a quite a while, haven't we?"

"We have." Aria nodded in response with a smile.

"Since the day we met, I found myself thinking about you a lot," Reala explained. "I'd never felt this way toward anyone before. Not even toward a Visitor. You're the only Visitor that I know would never betray my trust. What I am trying to say is that you are MY brightest star in my universe. And I never realized how cold my life really was until I met you. Which is why I wish to ask you something that I should have asked you on the day that I confessed my love for you…"

He then revealed what he was hiding behind his back; a small ring box. Everyone, including Aria, gasped in awe as Reala got down on one knee and opened the box to reveal an engagement ring with a black gold band and two heart-shaped stones; one with a red diamond and one with a blue diamond.

"Aria Montgomery, will you marry me?" Reala asked.

Aria was silent for a minute. Then, happy tears swelled up in her eyes as she nodded. "Yes, I will marry you!!"

Everyone clapped at Aria's response as Reala placed the ring on her left ring finger. The two engaged lovers shared a passionate kiss together.

"Guess we'll have to start planning for Aria's wedding soon, huh?" Haoyu asked Fiona with a smile. All Fiona could do was nod with a smile.

Kaylo belongs to @kayssweetdreams

Mei and Marina belong to @sundove88

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

Rebecca belongs to @thehyperrequiem

Aria belongs to me.

[vertexlex]

Here's a quick Valentine's sketch. Reala figured Balan was only pursuing him romantically as some sort of challenge. Balan's much too sincere for that.

[realareturns]

Some misc. fun facts about NiGHTS and Reala in Sega Superstars Tennis under the read more since I have too much knowledge about this game now

This one of Reala’s losing animations makes the camera spin during an actual match, but it stays still during the minigames (which is what I put in the video since it’s clearer lol). And then, since nobody blinks in this version of the game(!), he just stares at you in anger 👁️👁️ (in low quality gif form ☹️)

(I’ve found out today that in other console versions they have more expression than here in the Wii version….. interesting 👀)

Certain characters’ superstar moves have effects that will make the opponent fall down when they hit the ball. If this happens to Reala, he’ll just sort of stumble and fall back in the air before getting back up. If it happens to NiGHTS, they completely flop on the ground.

Beat from JSR’s move puts graffiti on the ground which I guess makes it slippery? This makes both of them forget how to fly temporarily and walk around like this:

NiGHTS and Reala not only have matching animations, but also (almost) matching tennis rackets 🥺 NiGHTS’ has a diamond like their gem and I think Reala’s is a reference to his symbol in NiD (my pfp!!! I always thought they should have reused that design somewhere).

NiGHTS’ own superstar move teleports the opponent with a Paraloop, which confuses them temporarily and they can’t move, and they’ll look around. If NiGHTS gets hit by their own move, instead of looking left and right they’ll look upside down at the camera. (Reala doesn’t have any special animations for his own move or NiGHTS’ from what I’ve seen, and NiGHTS doesn’t have a special animation for Reala’s either ☹️)

[nightsandreala]

something short i wrote in april for reala day 🥺 post-canon (kind of au?) fic where nights finds a nightopia based on a mall and gets reala a stuffed animal (it’s very unserious). can also be read under the read more lol 🤭 thanks for reading

For most Nightmarens, collecting things was almost instinctual. They would take bits from each Nightopia they ravaged: any Ideya the dreamer possessed was the first and foremost goal, of course, but they would also take pieces from the world’s landscape, any effects that happened to strike their interests. NiGHTS certainly wasn’t any different— in only a matter of decades the elegant nighttime garden scene that made up their lair had become absolutely trashed, cluttered with anything and everything they could find during their daily searches through Nightopia, the dark grass and cobblestone walkways littered with out-of-place seashells and jewels and stones of all shapes and sizes. Stray feathers and scraps of cloth and linen formed makeshift nests among beds of thorny vines; out-of-place flowers, long since plucked from their original lands, decorated the heads of stone-carved statues. NiGHTS’ things weren’t so much trophies as other Nightmarens claimed their possessions to be, just things that made their lair feel more ‘theirs’— it was the least they could do, a lair and whatever was inside it was the closest any Nightmaren could really get to owning anything, and even so, their lairs could be destroyed by Wizeman just as easily as their bodies could be.

Right next door, however (or at least as ‘next door’ as lairs could be in a world as twisting and turning as Nightmare), was quite a different room: Reala’s. Reala, as far as NiGHTS could remember, had always kept his lair the same way from the very beginning: red and black everywhere, making up a majority of the room from the checkered floor to the backing of Reala’s majestic throne. Jagged spires of rock lined the outside of the ring, but he made sure that not even a pebble strayed out of place if they happened to crumble. The three blue-flame lamps flickered on eternally at a steady pace, keeping a constant, comfortable level of warmth and low light. Reala’s room was always immaculate, and he had prided himself on that fact in those days, had tried to use it as an example of how NiGHTS should have kept their own space. Of course, it never worked.

“It’s so… empty, though,” they would argue, shifting uncomfortably in the seat of Reala’s throne, “You don’t have anything, it’s like you don’t even live here!”  

They would offer their twin some of their own trinkets, or perhaps sneak some in when he wasn’t looking (only to have them promptly returned soon after). And Reala, time and time again, would explain, “Everything we need, Nightmare gives us. All of your… things aren’t necessary.” 

NiGHTS would never admit it, but when they made that sudden decision to leave Nightmare behind, all their things did seem unnecessary. Maybe they had forgotten how fun it was to be able to collect things, living the way they had for so long— wandering between dreams without settling in any one place for too long, residing in the nearest tree or riverbank or warm, grassy field. With no permanent place to come back to, nowhere to keep things after their journeys ended they had learned to travel light, with only their own outfit and their flute, really, and it wasn’t as if that took up much space (none at all, actually, they would simply summon it when they wanted it and wish it away when their performance was through). More important than the lack of storage space, though, was the need to stay hidden, to not leave a single trace or clue as to where they’d been, should Reala be sent looking for them.

Those days, at long last, were far behind both of them now, though. And NiGHTS wasn’t going to be a minimalist ever again.

A majority of their house’s decor were the results of NiGHTS’ newest hobby— traveling to new Nightopias not in search of Ideya, not even in search of food or building materials for the house or anything remotely useful in Reala’s mind, but in search of things. Human things, at that. They had explained the process with a joy Reala couldn’t comprehend, about how they’d found a Nightopia fashioned after some kind of Waking World market, full of different shops, full of various items, empty of any dreamers. They had come home that day with as much stuff as they could carry with only their own two arms, absolutely beaming with delight.

“It almost reminded me of how humans used to dream back when we were still… you know, hunting,” they’d said, offering a vague hand gesture as they spread out their items on the floor to show off to Reala. “Remember? How they were always dreaming about castles and markets and feasts and all that?” 

Reala couldn’t help but smile— perhaps humans were still just as disgustingly greedy even now, but he had to admit that outrageous human desire had always made for fun dreams. The two of them had crashed many a royal banquet in centuries past, made quick work of the dreamer’s Ideya and then spent the rest of their time making even quicker work of tables of dreamed-up food, helping themselves to tastes of the Waking World that simply couldn’t be found in their regular meals of Third-Levels. 

NiGHTS had spun a similar tale of their adventure that day: “It was bigger than a castle, I think, and it had these staircases—“ They were all but flailing their arms about at this point, in a wild attempt to replicate something, “—that were moving! All the shops were inside, and each one had different things… look!” 

They had gone back several times since then, always returning home with arms brimming with whatever piqued their interest: soft and warm things to cover their bed with, small and colorful things to line their windowsills. Anything and everything in-between. Reala had to admit that their room was neater than their lair had been, at the very least. And, knowing Reala’s dislike of trinkets, they only ever brought things home for themself. Except for this particular day, when they’d merrily entered Reala’s room and tossed him… this.

“…What is this?”

“It’s a cat,” NiGHTS told him, like he already should have known. “Well, y’know, a stuffed one. I would have gotten you a red one, but pink was the closest they had.”

Reala stared at the object in his hands, soft plush material looking out of place in his rough, calloused hands and sharp yellow nails. A cat? That was the creature Clawz was supposed to resemble, if he recalled correctly. But this didn’t look anything like Clawz, save for the little triangle-shaped ears and sewn-on whiskers, maybe— and he doubted that, in pretty pink fur and black plastic bead-eyes, it looked much like its Waking World counterpart either.

Reala tried again. “But what is it, what is it for?”  

“Well, it isn’t for anything, really, you just have fun with it. I felt like you needed something like that, y’know.” NiGHTS lightly tossed their own ‘cat’ (theirs was a nice shade of light purple) in the air and caught it again, switching it between hands like a basketball. “But you could use it for a pillow, maybe. Or you could use it like this!”

Reala, too distracted and, admittedly, slightly enchanted by his new acquisition, completely missed NiGHTS winding up across from him, and only looked up just in time to be met with a faceful of stuffed animal. He reacted a second too late, clumsily swiping at nothing but air with an annoyed grumble. NiGHTS hesitantly reached for their cat, gathering it back into their arms with a hint of shame. “…I could keep yours if you really don’t want it, Rere.”

Reala tested the plush again. It would make a nice pillow. And it was soft, easy to hold and squish and knead his claws into. He could see himself becoming used to it, really, just having something for the sake of having it.

“No, I suppose I’ll keep it,” he told them, rubbing the cat’s ear between two fingers. “Just as long as you don’t bring me any more. I don’t need my room ending up looking like yours.” 

NiGHTS grinned, tossing their cat upwards again. “Fine! I’ll only get them for myself, and then I’ll have more to throw at you.”

…And just as long as he could hit them back soon enough.

[redrockbluerock]

Chapter one of my post-nids Fic starring Reala is now up

Full text for the chapter is below the cut

Why am I Glad my 'Father' is Dead?

Ch 1- Wake Up and Burn the Roses

(Content warnings for this chapter- broken bones and vomiting, despite it not being described as such)

He doesn’t know how long he’s been out for. His body is sore, battered from being slammed into solid stone, aching from paraloops trying and failing to tear his body to shreds. 

Despite everything he’s been through, Reala is, somehow, alive. 

 And yet, his eyes remain shut, not wanting to confront the looming darkness in his own nightmare. Staring at his own eyelids was a choice- and somehow, brighter than the surrounding area. 

He lays there, unmoving, for an amount of time entirely unknown to him, slipping in and out of consciousness without the vivid, visceral nightmares he’s grown used to. 

Eventually he’s made aware of some kind of glow- separate from that of his eyes- There is light in his nightmare once more. Reala deeply inhales, steeling himself before cracking one eye open. 

The same black and red room surrounds him. The same room he’s had for his whole life- looking as destroyed as N- as theirs was. 

The torches are still broken, cyan embers sputtering weakly from the shattered sconces. 

At least they’re actually lit now- the panic is replaced by numbness. His throne is no longer illuminated, instead submerged in darkness.  

He stands, leaning against the tower. His legs feel shaky, unstable- but he’s still too dizzy to float. Through the dizziness and pain building in his head, he’s made aware of a strange sense of clarity in his mind.

The itching-staring-buzzing sensation is gone.

Wizeman is dead. 

For the briefest moment, he relaxes, no longer burdened by the impossible expectations placed upon him- before immediately tensing back up again. 

You shouldn’t be feeling like this. Your creator is dead, your purpose gone. Why are you happy? You failed. Relief at Wizeman’s disappearance must mean you’re like him. A spineless traitor. A worthless coward. 

He needs to do something- anything as a distraction. 

Dragging the torches together, he shoddily builds them into a broken bonfire. It’s hideous, but the combined flames actually cast some light onto his throne. 

He stares at the fire for a minute, before the mutinous thoughts begin bubbling up again. 

This is wrong. You don’t deserve to rest. Not when you let the traitor by.

When you let him die. 

Reala snaps upright, snarling at himself. Drowning in his own thoughts did nothing. 

He leaves his nightmare, searching for the other generals.

The other failures.

…

Gillwing’s nightmare is much dimmer than usual, the fungus lining the walls having lost much of their glow. While bearable (and brighter than his own), it’s much darker than Reala would like- a low-level panic was buzzing in his chest. Still, he keeps searching, trying to find the status of the dragon. 

A bit of movement catches his eye, causing him to snap his gaze upwards. 

Something is attached to the ceiling of the nightmare, slowly swaying in the air current. From the distance he was currently, he couldn’t exactly make out what it was. Against his better judgment, he floats closer. 

It was a tail; a rather familiar one at that. Green and blue stripes, with red spikes at the tip. 

“Ah.” The Gillwing was now little more than a disgusting little polyp, throbbing with ideya energy as it slowly regrew into its true form. 

At least he’s smarter like this. Reala snorts, before turning to leave. There wasn’t anything left for him to do here. 

…

Gulpo was easy to find, belly-up at the top of his lagoon. His eyes were glazed over, now lifeless unseeing marbles. The water had grown stagnant, irritating Reala’s gills from the something festering in the once pristine waters. 

Gulpo is dead: a rather dull revelation. 

He turns to leave, before a slow scraping noise snaps his attention back to Gulpo. The fish remained dead, silent. Still Reala stares, unwilling to leave before the sound occurs again, in case something should try to attack while his back is turned. 

Then-

The leviathan’s sides sharply jerk outwards, before slowly sinking back inwards. He’s motionless for another minute, before again, his sides spike out. Gulpo is breathing- or at least struggling to. 

For higher levels, death wasn’t a mercy. It was only an act as impermanent as sleep; And now, Gulpo was trying to wake. 

How pitiful. 

With that, he returns to his own nightmare. 

…

He doesn’t want to speak to Jackle. 

…

As soon as he breaches into Clawz’ nightmare, Reala realizes something is off. Thick smog fills the machine, painfully choking his insides with the stench of spent gunpowder. He can barely see his hands in front of him with how dense it is, thankful over the fact that he didn’t need to breathe- doesn’t think he could breathe in here. He lays low to the ground, unwilling to take flight for fear of becoming fully lost. 

His gaze flicks around the nightmare, trying to make out anything in the haze. Keeping his gaze low, he traces his boots along the ground. 

He’s vaguely familiar with the machine’s layout, but not enough to navigate entirely blindly. Flicking his eyes around rapidly, he tries to find something-anything to give him perspective to where he was. 

After a minute or so of mindlessly wandering the nightmare, Reala slams into something… soft. 

“Oof?!” He squints, trying to figure out what exactly he bumped into. 

Blue fur. The shadow shifts around, changing into a somewhat familiar shape. Glowing red eyes open in front of him, accompanied by the deepest growl he’s ever heard in his life. 

He barely has time to register the fact that Clawz is standing in front of him before the cat swipes, slamming him into the ground with a sickening crack. There’s a sudden sharp pain in his jaw, a violent tugging on his gums as something moves out of place. As he props himself up on his elbows, the pain doesn’t fade. Shadows smother the ground around him, the cat’s body blocking out the last of what little light there was. 

Between the lack of light and the agony in his mouth, the vile cowardice he tries to keep buried comes bubbling up, filling every bit of his mind with the need to run. Panic takes over, his body automatically shooting forward, horns shifting painfully into the stance of a drill dash. 

He doesn’t regain control of himself until he nearly plows through the flames in his nightmare, skidding to a halt in time to singe the tips of his boots. 

Reala takes a few deep breaths, before sharply becoming aware of a tickling sensation in his torso. In his panic, he’d begun breathing in Clawz’ realm- drawing the smog inside him. 

God dammit. 

Reala wheezes, collapsing onto the ground before painfully hacking up clumps of gunpowder that had gotten into his throat. Opening his mouth hurt, aggravating the already-too-fresh injury. The coughs worsen, before he spits out a mouthful of coagulated contaminated blood.

Reala pants for a few seconds, before devolving into a fit of sneezes, nostrils opening to force more dust out of his body. He feels dampness on his cheeks- the gunpowder irritating his nostrils like a sandpaper handkerchief. His gills flare on his sides, forcing the remaining soot out of his chest, before he falls prone. 

He lays there for a few minutes, entire torso wracking with effort. 

You deserve this. 

Slowly he stands up, keeping his head held high enough to not brush against his collar. 

There was still one last general to see- somehow the most and least bearable one. 

Puffy. 

A small part of him hoped that she wouldn’t be too overbearing. 

The rest of him knew better. 

[pawsometoons]

Edit: PLEASE LOOK AT, READ, AND REBLOG THE LINKED POST FIRST BEFORE ANYTHING ELSE

I know I usually don't post about stuff like this. But I'm spreading this over to Tumblr to make absolutely sure that everyone in the NiGHTS and Balan fandoms here know this information

I was a victim of Elfie's a while back last year. Both me and a close friend were victims.

At the time, neither of us knew things were this bad. But now I'm releived to know this information is out there and that server is gone for good. And hopefully, nobody will fall for her manipulation again.

CaptainElfie is also on tumblr. Make sure your steer clear of her and block her if you can.

I feel like, since I'm sharing this, I should also share me and my friend's part of the story

My friend doesnt have tumblr, but she is on Twitter (vibripple)

This was an incident from last year, but it's affected both of us pretty harshly. Especially Vib. Not to say we hadnt had a few questionable ordeals in the past. But I'm just going to explain what I can remember, since some of the information I've repressed for the sake of my mental stability.

For the small things, there were plenty of times where me and Vib didnt feel comfortable or safe in the server. Especially with us both being sex repulsed asexuals. Some of this behavior would be from other members of the server, which would never be pointed out or taken care of. And some of this behavior, Elfie had shown herself. Of course, she attempted to show that she cared about mine and Vib's boundaries. But she simply wasnt trying hard enough, since some other members still were pretty icky. Even in VRChat meetings too. Another thing being, both me and Vib had noticed, Elfie never acted very mature at all. She rarely ever took responsibility or tried to act civil in problematic situations.

And then theres the incident that was in the nail in the coffin for us both. It was just after the Monay vs. Fame vs. Love SPLATFEST in Splatoon 3. Both me and Vib were present in it, confident that we would win. Up until the end where Team Money won. Both me and Vib were devastated. Especially since we both associated the splatfest with a comfort character. And seeing we lost, it felt like we let said character down. Especially me. And though, of course, we were aware that yes it's a fictional character, but that didn't stop us from being upset. But elfie took things too far when she took an already bad day and made it absolutely worse. Elfie saw our behavior that day and our massive disappointment in the splatfest results and had the audacity to pull us both into a group chat with another member and act "worried" about our behavior. Again, we were just very upset at the loss of a splatfest that we were positive we were gonna win in, and again, associated with a comfort character. End of story. Or at least we wished it was. Then Elfie went even further to accuse both me AND Vib of being parasocial because of our behavior towards not only the splatfest, but our comfort characters too. Now, Vib has this thing, where she really likes Reala. I have this thing where I really like Judgement Boy. I call Judgement Boy my son, she calls Reala her bff. We BOTH are completely aware that they are both fictional characters and arent real, as much as we wish they were. And yet, here was Elfie, "worrying" about us like we're those tiktok teens who believe in quantum jumping or whatever it's called. We are both grown adults with of course one or two mental disabilities at best. But we are not that mentally ill. During this time, me and Vib could barely speak. We were both having straight up panic attacks on call may I mind you. And Elfie has the gall to try and force us onto VRChat to speak to her about this. In which neither of us had the energy or mental capacity to do at the time because, again, we were both having fully blown panic attacks. Both me and Vib have some pretty bad trauma when it comes to being confronted about things that arent true about us or thing we never even did. What makes this worse, is that I can say for almost everybody in that server, that they've had comfort characters aswell. HELL, there was one member who's status said things about being in love with Reala. Now I'm not against fictional crushes, or those who have F/Os and such. But for me and Vib, we had nothing close to that! Or at least not to that extent. Especially since Vib didnt even have a fictional crush on her comfort character. She saw Reala as a best friend. But again, being fully aware that Reala is a fictional character. So it was basically on the same lines, just not in the exact same way. And THAT user never got called out for it! THEY never got put on the spot in a private gc and being told they're parasocial for it! And all while this was happening, one of my partners, bless his soul, went out of his way to speak to Elfie for us. Which is when we found out that Elfie didnt care as much about us as we thought she did. She claimed that she didnt like our behavior despite us being some of the more normal users in that server, and even had the audacity to call some of our other close friends that we even had invited into the VRChat group gatherings as annoying. It was a whole mess that I regret having one of my partners get involved with, but I am forever grateful for him to have gotten that information for us. So after that incident, we began slowly distancing ourselves from the group and the server. Slowly started blocking people, leaving and blocking the vrchat group, and soon after, blocking Elfie and leaving the server for good.

Things didn't stop right away though. We still kept in touch with a few users who remained in the server, but at least accepted our decision to leave. Some have even stated that Elfie and some of the others "missed us" or "hoped we were okay" which neither of us believed for a second. Elfie herself even tried to pull in one of our close friends who she had as I stated prior, called him annoying. As he states, she said something along the lines of not knowing when she called him annoying and wanted him to join her server. In which, yeah, he didn't fall for that either.

Most of the other members of that server probably don't even know what happened that day. But if you're seeing this and remember us from that server.. well.. now you do.

But I do wish for everyone else who was in this situation aswell to heal. Their experiences should have to be heard too and not just mine. So many more people were hurt by Elfie than just me and you all should listen to them too.

[thedragonlover95]

Stories on WattPad

Heya guys, your fellow dragon here to share that I have some new stories. While I havn't worked too much due to not being as motive or have ideas in going forward. Just to be clear if anything get's continued you will know. For example my Silent Dreams Story I still needed to plan out and make sure the story works with the characters I will add. And as for Reala's Heart Remaster will take time, the chapters are safe and saved, I just need to work on how the story will go and continue onward like how I did with the Ask Corrupted Nightmarens. I will also have my pokemon stories added there too, yeah I have plenty of ideas that I want to work out, it will take time so if you are wondering why things have been lacking or not active, that is the reason.

In case you guys want to check out the stories you may as I am curious to see what you guys think and what you find interesting about them. That is all I need say, hope you guys keep well and have a good day/night ^V^

[starleska]

Wait Star okay I'm here because I need to talk about another fictional husband (gender neutral) I've had for a long time. Their name is Reala (I use he and they interchangeably because Word of God says their species doesn't have genders but Reala's called "he" in the game proper) from NiGHTs Into Dreams and NiGHTs: Journey of Dreams and he... they... they're so evil. They're so evil and sharp and cackling and they have sharp nails and purple lipstick and this gorgeous voice and I've been VERY annoying about him for a VERY long time. I've been reworking the same OC I ship with them since like 2013. I just think they're neat and I feel like you'll find them neat too. They're my previous evil boy, my beloved abomination. This one's less an argumentative essay and more just me having a lot of feelings about this character.

ohhhh Esme as always you come in with the most fantastic character crushes!!!! 🙈💖

Reala is serving in those goddamn ballet boots with that jester aesthetic, wow wow wow!!! you're right, they are very neat...and i'm curious, did this video game franchise have an influence on Toby Fox at all?? because i'm getting a bit of Jevil from Reala's voice lines here, especially the laugh!! gosh, i think it's amazing that you've spent so long with Reala and your OC...that's some real dedication 🥺 i don't know anything about this universe, but am curious about your OC!!! what kind of dynamic do they have with Reala? 👀 and don't worry at all, i love it when people come in here getting super excited about their faves!! it's lovely to see 🙈💖

[thedreamparadox]

Do you have any more NiGHTS headcanons that aren’t included in your fics? I really love your take on worldbuilding for this series! :)

Now that I've scrounged up enough braincells to actually answer this, yes!

Selph is Wizeman's first attempt at a First Level that didn't just turn into weird nightmare mush. Their weird mirror powers is something that was actually possible to teach so Jackle learned it from them and Chamelan's weird nonsense is a further iteration on them learning it from Jackle

Wizeman is actually net less powerful than a Lucid in terms of ability to do literally anything. The only difference is that he can make sentient beings and Lucids can't. (At least in my ficverse continuity. Outside of that dreamers coming up with their own Nightmaren is a viable headcanon for the series it just would cause SO MANY issues with my fic canon so that idea stays faaar away from it lol.)

Lucid powers are silver entirely because of oldass aura color meaning symbology from some old heacanons of mine from ye olden days (high school).

Wizeman can only create Seconds using power from Ideya. Firsts can only be created from both a TON of Ideya but also specifically red Ideya. They are a pain to create and most of them turn into weird useless goo from being too unstable. Thirds he can just sploot out with enough energy usage.

Reala would really enjoy symphonic rock if you handed it to them

BWW and NiGHTS exist in the same timeline and my mind cannot be changed on this. The lack of overlap is that individuals helped by the theater have an easier time self handling nightmares and subconsciously gives them a barrier against Nightmaren. Similarly, Dreamers helped by NiGHTS usually end up working through their issues through their dreams instead of magical pocket dimension therapy sessions, so they don't need the theater. On rare occasion there IS overlap from individuals whose problems aren't internal (like Leo's being a mix of dealing with gender (tm) and also backstory trauma) but most people don't think to bring up one to the other.

Reala sees gender as a fashion accessory as best. NiGHTS collects pronouns and genders like the collect trinkets and proceeds to do nothing with them.

Selph has both an amazing and absolutely garbage grasp on human norms from the whole several hundred years stuck in mirrors thing. They know all the major modern causes of mirror-related dreams from stress to positive things like getting a makeover but they probably couldn't tell you what a microwave is and would not believe you if you told them humans made it to the moon.

Selph was originally not planned to appear ANYWHERE in my fics but kool-aid man'd their way into the plot and here they are