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owl-bones · 13 days

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Hey, I got a question for ya.Who THA HECK ARE EOS AND HELIOS?! I tried to found their story but I didn’t managed to find it…And since you’re their creator…could you explain ??? 👁️👄👁️

Thanks for your time (if you founded the time to read this) and (in any cases) have a good day ✌︎('ω')✌︎

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backstory/lore/personalities below the cut! it's. longgggg. VERY long. slkdfjlsdk like over 3k words

Backstory (personalities at the bottom)

Nim was a goddess of emotions, tasked with protecting the worlds made by creators throughout the multiverse. Eventually she yearned to create something of her own, but couldn't make something out of nothing-- so she used herself. She made two beings to keep each other company when she was gone, and used what remained of herself to become a tree to give them shelter.

The beings she made were too young and weak to harness her power in its entirety, so she sealed her power away in the fruits of the tree she became so they could grow into her strength slowly.

The beings were Dream and Nightmare, two halves of her whole.

It continues similarly to Dreamtale-- overtime the tree flourishes and the skeletons slowly grow up together. A village is built nearby and, over decades, becomes a busy town. The child guardians are mostly left alone as the people don't understand them and they keep to themselves, but there are many rumors and myths that develop about the tree they guard. One such rumor is that the tree is the reason the town develops so successfully and quickly. Over generations the guardians are a constant, never aging (truthfully just very slowly) and the mythos surrounding them slowly begins to warp.

People get used to their presence and seek them out more often, and as the details about their guardianship and abilities begins to spread more and more rumors develop.

Dream is outgoing and cheery. He's personable and warm and easy to get along with. The townspeople quickly adopt him like a stray cat, and he's given gifts when he visits and treated kindly. He's called things like "little guardian" and "angel" and the like. He soaks up this attention and praise like a plant hungry for the sun's light and, over time, visits more and more often.

Nightmare is more wary and shy, but strikingly intelligent. He's incredibly protective of the tree of emotions, and rarely leaves. It's more than a magic tree; it's their home and history. A hidden library, the sum of all of Nim's knowledge and life experiences, rests within the tree's broad hollow trunk. There's room enough for dozens, if not hundreds of books, and a place for the twins to sleep and hide away. He's dedicated his life to knowing as much as he can about their long-silent mother and their duties as guardians and is very protective of the knowledge. This makes him more enigmatic to the townsfolk, and people are known to be afraid of the unknown. He's quickly dismissed as the ruder sibling, and shunned. Not that he minds.

Dream isn't as concerned with their history-- he's far more interested in the present and future. He's found himself enamored with the town and how it develops; how he's watched children age and have families of their own, how more buildings are built to spread the town further and further. He knows everyone and everyone knows him.

They are young teens at this point. A couple hundred years old but still maturing and growing. As they've aged the tree has lost fruit; the apples drop to the ground and disappear when they're picked up as the twins absorb them to age into their powers.

But prosperity doesn't last forever, and the tree held no real power over the town's success. Soon the town finds itself in trouble-- a drought, an oncoming war, it's not important. What's important is they cling to their superstitions and fears and try to find a scapegoat. Nightmare is that scapegoat, keeping their salvation from them. They haven't been taking proper care of the tree, that's why there's fewer fruit. It's their fault.

If the town can get to the apples the twins protect, maybe they can use them to help themselves. Maybe they can plant more magic trees to increase their prosperity, or their warriors can eat them and gain their strength. They don't know anything about the tree's true nature and don't care to listen to either Dream or Nightmare when they ask for the guardians' boons.

The townspeople aren't dissuaded, and instead turn to manipulation. If Dream and Nightmare won't give them their blessing, they will simply have to take what they need. The guardians are children, anyway. What do they know about the world and politics of adults?

They know they can't get Nightmare away from the tree, but they can at least lure Dream away. He's offered tea and treats by a trusted villager, unaware it contains a sedative. He falls asleep and they go to work-- dozens of villagers go to the tree and start picking the golden apples. They ignore the black apples, not interested in something appearing 'tainted'. Nightmare tries to stop them but things get violent and he's downed with a blow to his skull. He's still young, weak, inexperienced, and hopelessly outnumbered. He's pinned and forced to watch as his mother's body, his home, is defiled.

The townsfolk didn't count on Dream being resistant to the sedative, however. Despite the amount of sleep-inducing herbs he consumed he's awake within a few minutes. He's groggy and aware something is wrong, but he's up.

Concerned and distraught he's been poisoned by someone he trusted, he returns home to find his brother injured and restrained and the tree devoid of golden apples.

The townspeople have decided to cut down the tree without removing the black apples, thinking that will remove the problematic negativity and they can replant the golden ones to only have positive trees. They're already partway through the trunk, and that's what spurs Dream into action.

They haven't noticed him yet and he starts picking up the apples to protect them-- but they disappear as soon as they're in his arms. They're his power by birthright, and absorbing them is what he's meant to do. It's only natural that his power would want to go where it belongs. At first it's warm and he feels stronger and more aware of what's going on, but the more apples he picks up the more his body aches and starts to burn.

His vessel was never meant to contain this much power this quickly, and as he desperately tries to save the apples it starts to break at the seems. His bones crack, the injuries filling with golden light holding him together, but he doesn't stop.

The townsfolk notice him, finally, and stop cutting at the tree to stop him. But it's too late. He's 'consumed' enough now that he's strong enough to keep them back with a magic barrier. He could stop now, talk them down from their frenzy, but... he doesn't want to. Despite the pain of his body breaking and barely keeping itself together, the power he now burns with is... good. His senses feel sharper, he's stronger, and he's brimming with energy. He keeps absorbing the apples.

His power overflows and can't be contained within him anymore, and golden light seeps out of his spine. The people always called him an 'angel', and this moment is where that myth solidifies itself. They aren't wings, not yet, but the amorphous magic light at his back is enough to make the villagers back away. This is the divine salvation they've been waiting for, right? An angel come down to lead them to safety?

But Dream isn't feeling like the happy-go-lucky child they knew him as. He's feeling an all consuming rage like he has never felt before. His emotions are much stronger than they've ever been, burning inside him. And not only that-- the vague impressions of people's emotions he could always feel are clear as day now. He can see exactly what the people are feeling.

Fear. Anxiety. Anger. And... hope.

That hope stands out to him. It doesn't sting like the other feelings steeped around the tree right now. It's warm and comforting and he wants more.

But first he needs to free his brother. Nightmare is falling unconscious and his vision is blurry, but he recognizes Dream. Dream does his best to heal him, a skill he's been practicing as his magic slowly got stronger. Now, though, his magic is much more powerful. It's raw and out of control and the positivity burns Nightmare with its force, scorching his armrs. Dream stops almost immediately, but the damage is done.

Nightmare was already weak, but now he's on the brink of dusting. The faint wisps of Nim left in the tree uses the very last bit of her magic to turn him to stone to help him recover.

Confronted by the loss of his brother, convinced it was his fault and his magic that did it, Dream shuts down. He goes fully into denial. Nightmare is just resting, he's fine, everything's fine. He can fix everything.

He needs to get rid of the townspeople. They're crowding him and his brother and they need to leave immediately. Shockingly, they obey. Dream is left alone with the statue of his brother.

It's not long before he gets a craving for more of that positivity he sensed. When he returns to the town, suspicious and still angry, he finds everything strikingly normal. Everyone is going about their business as if nothing had happened and he's greeted warmly (if a little nervously). There's more hope coming from everyone and it soothes the ache in his chest.

Dream overhears people whispering about him, calling him the angel again, and he starts putting the pieces together. The head of the town meets with him and suddenly he's not treated like a petulant child, but he's given information.

The town's issues are explained to him. The people are putting their hopes and dreams on his shoulders. There's expectations and they want things from him despite what they have done. And Dream finds himself answering the call, drunk on the power and feeling seen for the first time.

The people weren't acting maliciously, he tells himself. They were just misguided. They didn't know what they were doing, just like how they thought he didn't know what he was doing. He's the guardian of positivity. If they want prosperity and joy again, he can help them. He can guide them to what they want. They just have to stay away from the half-felled tree and do as he says.

As it turns out, the people are more than willing to stay far away from the negativity-steeped tree and follow his orders. They very quickly fall into line and worship him. He has no idea how to lead or manage a town, but nobody dares speak a word against him. Not that they need to. Despite the continuing issues they face, no townsperson can say that they're unhappy with Dream in charge. The opposite, in fact.

Since he came to be with them permanently everyone has found themselves filled with nothing but hope and happiness. They work tirelessly without complaint. Under his guidance the town expands even further over the decades until it's a fortified, bustling kingdom.

But Dream grows bored managing the mortals. He still ages slowly, and now an adult and having overseen a kingdom and its silly politics for generations, he wants more. He's grown properly into his powers and the magic at his back is now properly shaped like wings, like the 'angel' he is.

Nightmare used to speak of the other worlds the books within the tree would describe, and Dream for the first time in centuries seeks out his old home. He finds the books, worn but still intact, and learns of the multiverse and the balance.

It's then that he decides, like the expansion of the kingdom and his influence, to bring his light and positivity to other worlds.

It's another century or two after Dream leaves that Nightmare's petrification wears off. The apples have all fallen from the tree over the years, and he's slowly come into his powers himself. And yet he's still so... fatigued. Like something is sapping his strength no matter how much he rests.

The incident feels like it only happened moments ago for him, and yet he's alone. The library of his childhood is decrepit and the books are in poor condition and barely salvageable. His brother is gone, and when he goes looking for him... the town is a massive kingdom. White and gold and successful, flying golden banners and proclaiming Dream as their patron guardian.

But he's not there, either. Nightmare spends time in the kingdom working as a farmhand just trying to understand what exactly has happened and changed in the time he's been away. It's not easy finding information about his brother that's not glorified, and being an 'outsider' makes it even harder. The myth of the guardian of negativity has faded with time, his status as Dream's brother merely a footnote in the story, and for the first time in his life Nightmare is treated rather... normally by those around him.

It's a couple years later that Nightmare finally comes into his own and realizes the extent of Dream's control over both their original home, and the worlds he's visited since. He remembers reading about the careful balance he and Dream were meant to preserve... but he can tell that something isn't right. Somewhere along the way, growing up alone and worshipped and corrupted by the positivity he was meant to guard, Dream has lost himself. He's 'fixing' every AU he can, making them positive and trying to drive the balance as far in his favor as possible.

Nightmare leaves his home, alone and unsure of himself, and quickly finds himself lost in a sea of worlds that hate him. Due to his efforts to right the balance, he is painted a villain. He's used to it, and yet it still hurts. The hope that it was just that village that hated him quickly turns into the realization he is doomed to be hated wherever he goes, no matter how correct his actions.

The first time he runs into Dream, it seems like everything is going to be okay. They're together again, nothing bad can happen to them now that they're both powerful. But Dream's aura is draining to Nightmare, and their goals are too far apart. Dream's joy at the realization his brother isn't dead quickly turns to petulance when Nightmare insists he stops disrupting the balance and returns the AUs he's altered to their proper states.

They argue, and despite how much it hurts they go their separate ways. Nightmare continues to try and fix things, coming into conflict with Dream every so often, but he's outnumbered again. Dream has hundreds of people in his employ, sent out to AUs constantly to help put them on track to be positive. Nightmare is alone and weakened. Despite working tirelessly, there is nothing he can do to fix things. The balance shifts ever further, and Nightmare grows weaker.

It's years into their conflict that Dream hurts his brother again. He's used to them being on relatively even footing. He holds back against his disadvantaged brother, and Nightmare escapes before things get too bad. It's a song and dance they've done countless times at this point. But eventually, the time comes that Nightmare doesn't dodge in time. An arrow pierces his chest.

He's alive, the wound not enough to outright kill him, but he's comatose. Dream takes him back to his home, an opulent palace in an empty AU he's transformed to his liking. Nightmare can't get hurt anymore like this. Dream can protect him, and when he wakes up he'll convince him to see things his way. Everything will be okay. He always fixes things.

(Nightmare does eventually wake up and more things happen, but i'll save the how and why for later ;) )

Dream / Helios

Hundreds of years old, massively powerful, and incredibly influential. Dream has (peacefully) conquered most major AUs and solved their conflicts. Beloved by all and he knows it, he's egotistical and used to getting what he wants. And if he doesn't get what he wants... he finds a way. He's entitled and arrogant but also completely assured in his power. He has no need to gloat, he's quite confident in his status and abilities. But that isn't to say he doesn't like praise; he lives for it.

He's generous and well-intentioned, but also fully capable of justifying the means to get his end. If an AU can't be fixed it's either cordoned off or allowed to be destroyed. He employs many many people from many AUs to do his bidding, including those from AUs that would be considered 'negative'. If there's only one person left in the AU, removing them and giving them a better life is the next best way to fix it.

He doesn't have friends, not really, but his close confidants are Blue and Strike. He collects injured mythological creatures from AUs and rehabilitates them at his palace. He considers himself a patron of the arts, and aside from hiring people to help spread positivity he also hires artisans to live in his palace and fill it with art of all kinds. Tailors, sculptors, painters, writers, singers/musicians, and more.

He has many hobbies he's picked up over the years, but enjoys singing the most. He can fly with his wings, and is strong enough to carry someone along with him. He can change their size and shape depending on need.

He's very self conscious about the golden cracks all over his body, considering it a symbol of his weakness when he was young. He wears full coverings at all times (except his skull), and would only show the cracks to someone he truly trusts and cares for.

He's very skilled with a bow and rapier, but prefers to leave the fighting to his guards. He's very clever with his words and can be a skilled manipulator, but is equally capable of lacing his words with magic and forcing people to follow his will. He's very in-tune with souls and can manipulate even the slightest bit of positivity he senses, and there's a few people around his castle that are effectively his puppets due to their disobedience.

Nightmare / Eos

Cynical and exhausted. He's a workaholic; he doesn't have time to rest, he has to live up to his responsibilities. He rested enough as a statue and he can't afford to stop for even a moment. He wants nothing more than to have everything go back to the way it was and be close with Dream again, but worries the passage of time and what happened when they were young has put an irreparable crack in their relationship. The Dream he fights now is nothing like the Dream he knew when they were young, and he struggles to grasp that disparity.

Dream however can't help but recognize that Nightmare has barely changed. He's still shy and a bookworm. He's vilified and despised by most around him despite his good intentions, and continues to stand up for what he believes in in spite of it. He knows he will never be the hero of the story, but fights anyway.

He's slow to make friends and even slower to fully trust someone. He yearns to be understood and treated like a full person and not as a scapegoat for fears and misunderstandings. He's fighting to right the balance as is his responsibility, but all he really wants is to settle down and rest. He gets easily attached to people that make him feel safe and comforted.

He grew into his magic slowly as a statue, but is still adjusting to the changes even years later. When he's overwhelmed by negativity it can result in him leaking corruption from his sockets and mouth.

He's weakened from the balance being disrupted, but makes up for it with alternative magic he's learned from books. He has a passion for bookbinding and book restoration and has lovingly recreated and repaired what he could from the tree's library. He thinks it's very important to preserve Nim's history and live up to his responsibility as a guardian.

Not as skilled with a bow as his brother, but a decent swordsman with a sickle or scythe. He fights his own battles and eventually gains a team of close friends to support him.

#rayne's art #swapdream!totality #helios!dream #eos!nightmare

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sincerely-sofie · 8 months

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A blast from the past.

#ahhhhh yes #the horrifying realization that the amnesiac god of nightmares you’ve been letting stay with you #the one who nearly swept the world into a terrifying darkness that would never pass #the one who scarred you both mind and body #he knows things he shouldn’t.#he’s echoing things he shouldn’t.#and you have to ask yourself #Is he only just barely beginning to remember?#or did he remember from the very beginning #and you were too busy pretending to be okay to notice?#(This would take place further in the timeline when Twig is pretty okay with Ark’s presence #and she’s even starting to see him as a friend #despite the doubt lingering in the back of her mind.#Kip is also home!! Our man returns from his expedition!!#and he is so confused why Twig is avoiding him.)#the present is a gift au #stuff by sofie #pmd2 #pmd eos #pmd explorers #pmd sky #pmd #pokémon mystery dungeon #pmd darkrai #pmd au #pmd comic

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imtrashraccoon · 10 days

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Consider this... The Nightmare of Apathy but Dreamswap

I'm kinda experiencing brainrot over Helios and Eos at the moment...

Dream is the one who rules over a world that is permanently day where everyone is happy and adores him. I imagine there would be sun worship but it's morphed into worshipping the deity that literally glows and makes everyone's life better.

Plant life flourishes and the climate is always comfortably warm. I don't think animal life would be much different with permanent sunlight but I'm not going to be putting thought into this right now lol.

Somehow, MC (probably named something vaguely related to the sun to have a nice parallel) meets Dream. Not sure how or why but it would either be transactional or a coincidence. Or maybe they have a "dark opposite" soul and Dream wants to "fix" them.

Dream and Nightmare still quarrel over the multiverse, although Dream has more influence thanks to time and positivity being easier to spread. Nightmare is gaining ground though which is rather concerning to Dream.

Nightmare forms his own team, not sure if it'd be the usual rabble or others. Without spoiling possible future plot points for TNA, there is a conflict between the brothers that leads Dream to forming his team. Again, possibly the usual rabble but it could be interesting if he "converts" bad guys to his cause.

I could go on but I will end up spoiling the finale to my fic... ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

Or maybe it's like how Swapfell and Fellswap are similar but different? (Swapdream?)

Same premise as above, but Aylin is on Nightmare's side the whole time. ("Dark opposite" soul again?) I think this would be more like a desperate rebellion against a vast empire, except the rebels are technically the bad guys. So lots of angst and action scenes where they barely get out alive?

Aylin would meet Nightmare on more normal terms. He isn't a domineering lord but a pathetic outcast, hated by everyone because he only brings negativity when he's around. Or maybe his world is the one place his brother can't "taint" and while he's not loved by the populace, they understand all would be lost if he wasn't trying to maintain the balance. Maybe the economy is hyper focused on production for war efforts?

They'd get into a relationship much more quickly, especially after saving each other's lives a couple of times. Nightmare teaches her to fight, use magic, and possibly other skills he learned too. In turn, she teaches him what she knows as a herbalist and creates many valuable tonics and potions for conflict.

They pick up friends along the desperate, uphill, in the rain battle that is trying to re-establish emotional balance in the multiverse. Could be the usual rabble, although they'd probably have to rescue them from Dream's clutches first. Not sure if the boys would be more or less insane, especially if Dream was forcing them to be positive through magic.

The duo aren't loved by the majority of the multiverse and would likely run into many powerful players. Or maybe Dream hires bounty hunters to go after them. (Fresh might make sense here as he isn't a good guy and probably wouldn't appreciate Dream.)

The potential for a "happy" ending is very low and something drastic would have to occur for that to even happen. I would explain what but again, I'd literally spoil everything for TNA...

I think I like this idea much more than the previous one... (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

#raccoons rambles #no i'm not writing this anytime soon if ever #i got too many wips #tempted to write a oneshot for the second idea though #gonna have to ask if i can use helios and eos though #they're so cool!#or maybe i'll just use my own bois #no promises!#i just took a small break to stretch my writing muscles #on a roll at the moment with chapter 4 #it's got like two sections left?#the nightmare of apathy #dreamswap

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fujii-draws · 9 months

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Tw for implied death/strangulation

Night terrors

#pmd eos #Riolu/Aimilios #Eevee/Ribbons #pmd dusknoir #pmd art tag #had this hc for awhile now. finally got to draw it.#their height difference is so jarring to me. how easily could this 7ft ghost kill a 1ft eevee.#and considering everything that happened??? what he’s capable of??#yeah no Ribbons is fucking terrified of him #she’d start to have nightmares after post-game/before future trio comes back #WHICH MAKES IT EVEN MORE IRONIC NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT #Ribbons: Yeah I’ve been having less nightmares recently!! Aimilios: that’s great! (Dusknoir appearing before them a year later) RIBBONS:

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oblonger · 2 days

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Chapter 9 of TPiaG: Body Swap AU

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@sincerely-sofie pretend this chapter is me as the little British boy from that one movie. Asking for more Dusknoir-Ark interactions

Darkrai has a nightmare

Darkrai was stuck in a dark closet.

The only light inside was a pink flame, coming from a tail.

Darkrai looked down at his arm.

It was his.

He was back in his body.

He looked at Twig.

She has staring at the closet door. Her eyes wide. She was shaking with fear and cold. She clung to him like a child.

Darkrai moved his arm and wrapped his claw around her neck.

Her breath became faster. Her eyes didn't move.

He tightened his grip.

...

Why is he hesitating?

This is his enemy. He wants nothing more than to do this.

That fear in her eyes...

He hated her.

But why did he hate that look more?

Her tail flame snapped and crackled as it turned into a dark purple color. Her expression didn't change at all.

Darkrai pierced his claw through her neck and slashed outward.

No blood.

In fact, as soon as the deed was done, she was gone.

The tail flame remained. Suspended in the air as the colors shifted from purple to bright green and pink.

What was happening?

Darkrai pushed on the door. He pushed on the wall and ceiling and floor.

He was trapped.

The flame was slowly going out. The green being swallowed by the pink.

Darkrai tried to grab the flame in his hands.

It disappeared

He was stuck in a pitch black room, no bigger than a coffin.

This is his coffin.

Darkrai clawed the wall where he knew where the door was, he had four claws instead of three.

The walls felt like the were getting tighter.

He heard footsteps approaching the door.

He stopped trying to get out.

His heart was stuck in his throat.

A step from outside.

A loud heartbeat. Loud enough for him to hear inside and out.

Another step.

His heart loudly beat like a drum. Drowned out by the sudden sound of rain beginning from outside.

A step.

They were right outside the door.

Darkrai tried to turn, the room was too small. Too tight.

His heart pounded deafeningly loud.

The door was torn off. The cloudless night sky raining a torrential downpour. Lightning stood suspended across the sky as he stared at his savior. Their faces barely illuminated by his pink tail flame.

It was Grovyle.

And it was Twig.

And Dusknoir, and Celebi, and Kip, and Dialga, and Sableye.

And Cresselia.

And him.

Their faces and bodies overlapping and moving through each other like reflections in rippling water. Their eyes were all in the same place. Staring into his soul as he tried to back away from them.

The entity slowly moved all of it's arms and slowly wrapped it's claws and hands and fingers around his neck.

Darkrai was frozen in terror. He couldn't do anything but watch as this thing slowly started to drain the life out of his body.

The coffin fell backwards onto the ground. Slowly being lowered further into the dirt as all the raindrops seemingly turned from it's path to fall through the monster and onto him.

Darkrai couldn't breathe.

trying to felt like his lungs had been filled with sand.

Darkrai clawed at the thing's arms. His hands passed through like it was air.

He attempted to spit fire at it, the meager flames disappeared before it even got halfway to this beast.

He kicked at it.

He swung his small tail flame at it.

He tried to scream.

The entity's other bodies slowly started fading. The only one left was Twig in his body.

Everything else was fading.

An abyss slowly encroached on him.

The dirt from above had moved over the entrance to the hole.

He was trapped.

The only light being the speedily decreasing pink flame on his tail.

He's going to die.

She's going to kill him.

He didn't want to die.

He felt her claws pierce through his skin.

He tried to breathe. His lungs filled with blood and dirt.

The flame went out.

Twig's icy blue eyes were the only thing he could see.

'I DONT WANT TO DIE!'

'STOP!!'

'PLEASE!!!'

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Darkrai shot awake, gasping for air. covered in sweat that made his body shake with a freezing cold.

Darkrai flipped around to be on his belly and pushed himself off the ground. Holding himself up with his arms, while on his knees.

He clenched his own throat with a hand. His stomach turned repeatedly.

The room was dark, the curtains closed shut to keep the little light from the late day sun from leaking in.

Darkrai suppressed his urge to vomit. His body disobeyed and tried.

Several minutes passed as Darkrai tried to get his body under control.

... As he tried to get Twig's body under control.

It finally figured out that he didn't have anything to expell and he fell on his back. Breathing heavily like he'd just finished a taxing fight.

Tears and sweat ran down the side of his head as he lay there. Shivering.

He moved to his side and curled up, hugging his blanket.

His heart beat rapidly and his head pounded in pain. His eyes wide, as a thought looped in his mind.

I did that to those citizens in Treasure Town.

He'd known how he'd hurt them. He experienced a nightmare so, so long ago.

But now that he was mortal...

Darkrai tried to swallow the spit in his mouth. The thoughts dispelled as he tried, his mouth and throat were painfully dry.

He pushed away those thoughts. He didn't regret what he did. They deserved to have it happen to them. He was in the right.

Darkrai pushed himself off the ground and exited his room, shivering as he walked to the kitchen to get some water. From the entrance he could see Dusknoir sitting on the couch with some book in his hands. He was squinting at him.

"...Ah." Dusknoir said once he registered who he was looking at, turning his head back to look at his book.

Darkrai narrowed his eyes at him, even if he knew he couldn't see it. Darkrai grabbed a cup, cursing at how he needed a stepstool to reach the cupboard containing the blasted things.

Once darkrai had filled it, he drank slowly. The water stinging against the dry flesh in a way that was painful, yet quite satisfying at once.

A sharp pain shot through Darkrai's stomach as it complained at the lack of solid food within.

Darkrai opened the pantry door and stared within for several moments... Before finally closing it again.

He was hungry. He wanted to eat. But all motivation to take something left the moment he looked within. He didn't know why.

He will just deal with the pain.

Darkrai slowly walked out the kitchen and past the closet that he had just dreamed of.

The shelves had been fixed, but the hinges, or rather, the chunk of the missing wall where the hinges used to be, had yet to be replaced.

Darkrai hopped up on the couch, opposite side of where Dusknoir was sitting. He curled into himself, hoping the tail would at least get him a little warmer.

The two sat in silence.

Darkrai didnt know what his thoughts were of when Dusknoir spoke. His voice flat.

"You're cold."

Darkrai grit his chattering teeth.

"How perseptive of you." He growled.

A quiet tension filled the room.

"I would have thought that a fire type would be able to control their tempature." Dusknoir coldly remarked.

Darkrai shivered. "I needn't remind you that this isn't my body."

Dusknoir gave a small sigh. "No reminding is needed. Hearing your voice come from her body is enough."

Several more silent moments passed.

A breeze rolled in from the cloth hung over the empty doorframe, leading to the outside.

Darkrai curled tighter and shivered even more. His eyes involuntarily shut tight.

It felt like his heart was pumping ice water through his veins. The flame on his tail warmed some of his skin and nothing deeper.

Darkrai wished his heart would simply freeze already, so he would not have to deal with this waking nightmare again.

Darkrai's head snapped upwards when he felt a blanket being placed on him.

Darkrai sat there, stunned. He watched Dusknoir as he sat back down on the couch and opened the book back up. Gingerly and slowly rubbing his index finger across the page.

Darkrai felt heat rising in his chest.

...

He tore the blanket off of him and threw it on the floor. Darkrai stood up and walked towards Dusknoir on the couch, who stared at him with confusion and concern. He held his face close enough so that he knew the blind, old fool could see him well enough.

"I did not request your pity." Darkrai growled. His voice seething with hate.

"Do not ever forget that the instant I return to my body, I will kill all of you."

Small streams of smoke poured out of the sides of his mouth.

"Do you understand?" Darkrai muttered.

A moment passed as Darkrai glared into Dusknoir's eye. His expression one of sadness.

Then the top of his eye lowered into anger.

Dusknoir moved his hand closest to Darkrai and held it just below his head.

Dusknoir's finger shot upward, and struck his chin. Darkrai stumbled backwards and fell to where he'd started. A pain shooting through his body as this simple flick felt like taking a punch.

Darkrai opened his eyes and looked up to see Dusknoir staring down at him.

Has he-.

Has he always been this massive?

Why did Darkrai feel so scared right now?

He could tear this mortal apart! He was subservient to him for years! He-

...

"Do not make the mistake of forgetting your place again legend." Dusknoir hissed. It felt like the light in the room was draining away. Absorbed into Dusknoir's bright yellow features. Dusknoir rose from his seat and moved closer, towering over Darkrai.

"I am not showing kindness to you out of pity." Dusknoir moved a massive hand and planted it atop of Darkrai's body. It covered everything besides the lower half of his tail and his head.

"I am showing you kindness out of mercy."

Darkrai's breathing became shallow as Dusknoir slowly tightened his grip around his body.

Darkrai's heart felt like it might explode as Dusknoir slowly lifted him off the couch holding him just barely above it, enough to know that there was nowhere he could run.

"Do not ever forget that."

A moment passed, then Dusknoir's hand unfurled around Darkrai and he fell the few inches back onto the couch. Staring at the giant as he slowly collected the book and silently glided back to the room he was staying in. Gently shutting the door behind him.

Darkrai stared at the door for several moments. He couldn't tell if his body was shaking more from the cold or from fear.

Darkrai slowly slid off the couch and collected the blanket. He slowly walked back to his room, keeping his eyes locked to Dusknoir's door.

Once he turned the corner, he slowly walked backwards down the hallway until he could see his door from the side of his vision. He slowly, and as silently as he could, opened the door.

Once stepping inside, Darkrai closed the door as quickly as he could while trying to be as quiet as possible. He locked the door and quickly backed up from it, tripping on his own blanket he already had.

Darkrai slowly wrapped the blanket around himself, keeping his eyes on the door.

He knew the lock was insufficient.

If Dusknoir wanted to kill him, which he clearly does, he can at any moment.

Darkrai would have stayed there for as long as possible, were it not for his body dragging him into a dreamless sleep.

~~~

Darkrai shot awake. The morning sun lighting up his room through the curtains. Relieved that Dusknoir hadn't crushed his skull while he slept.

The relief soon left him as he remembered that he didnt need to be asleep for that.

Darkrai's stomach growled in painful protest at his lack of eating something ladt night.

Darkrai gripped it while trying to wait for it to finish its angry attack on him.

That's when he looked up.

A plate full of food. A stir fry of sort. Steam slowly rose off of it. It filled the room with an equal parts savory and sweet aroma consisting of cooked Rawst berries sticking out from a mound of greens, a Chery-Pecha sauce that he was fond of drizzled over top. The whole thing topped with nuts.

Darkrai's eyes watered as fast as his mouth. He curled up and cried, muffled by the blanket.

'I am showing you kindness out of Mercy.'

Why?

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accio-sabrina · 1 year

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Mai: I’ve got a few knives up my sleeve.

Aang: I think you mean cards.

Zuko: She does not.

Mai, pulling out knives: I do not.

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ddragayn · 11 months

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the dog you really gotta dread is the one that howls inside your head it’s him who howling drives men mad and a mind to its undoing

@heropartnerweek - ALONE

[Image ID: Digital doodle on a dark gray canvas of a darkrai in red sketchy lines hovering over a prinplup in white sketchy lines. The darkrai's claws curl around the prinplup's head, who's facing away. They stand in a red glowing circle. /.End ID]

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fellis-world · 1 year

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Count Vhiita of the Brisban Court. Before it was destroyed he spend his time to look pretty and innocent but his prisoner knew that it was just a mask. He is sadistic and brutal to achieve his goals. And his intelligence doesn't stop him to experiment. All for the sake to climb up even higher and take over the Court, the Pale Tree and rule over them all.

#guild wars 2 #sylvari #Vhiita #thief Eos' biggest nightmare

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whatgaviiformes · 1 year

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Dreamers + EOS (September Prompts 😊)

Hi there! Do you know how long I've had this - I'd come back to it, read it, want to change the idea, read something that was similar, decide I like it still, decide I hate it still, you know how it goes. I decided it wasn't doing any good sitting in my drafts, so I'm going to share what I have. It's not cohesive, and it was supposed to lead into fluff - Eos learning about how to help the boys after their dreams, but at this stage, it's definitely not there yet. It's a bigger project than I can take on, so... excuses aside - it's angst, sorry.

Characters: John, Eos, Virgil, Gordon Words 1.3K Warnings: Brief mention of nightmares

... Dreamers

There may be no sound in space, but Five was not born from the cosmos.

Made of the Earth and by human hands, she is no less a product of the world below her than her thunderous sisters, and as such the sounds of Five are no less silent than the flurry of activity from the lives below. The mechanical hums, the beeping that accompanies visual cues that monitor the weather, built into macros to sound a different alarm should certain parameters be met. Eos' laugh. The breathing of the human who watches the lives below, awaiting their call, and all the fear and sadness that transmit through the radio when they do.

Up in Five, hushed tones sink into the hums of the mechanisms that surround, as if by being closer to the soundless the words will disappear and the weight of them will drift to the unreachable ends of the Universe.

It's John though, the one who listens, who takes them, holds them. He is a story collector up in Five, a dreamer who knows dreams, and a well-practiced ear when inevitably they can't make it all go away.

His shoulders curve, and his body takes the mumbled words from the comm into his chest. He whispers, "It wasn't real, Virgil. You're on Tracy Island. You're safe."

The man on the other end of the comm heaves, his breath shuddering, and John continues, "You're ok. It wasn't real."

They both look worn, though John carries his turmoil in his shoulders, while Virgil looks to have been slammed by the force of Thunderbird One for all the red of his eyes and the hunch of his back around himself and the tugging of his hair in disarray.

Eos is there and John knows she is watching while he calms his brother down and tries to edge him back into sleep. She understands that this is not a moment for her, as John gestured for her to remain quiet when he picked up the comm. One finger over his lips in a signal she has learned means silence, but coming from John is not hostile. In all the times he used it, he's explained his reasoning after, so she's also added the "I'll explain later" as subtext to the file she has on John Tracy and body language. She hovers on the outside of visual range and listens and waits for instructions.

Which he gives her. Because at precisely three minutes after the start of the call, John realizes that a simple encouragement to go back to sleep will not solve the problem this time. His brother is too worked up.

She receives the message directly, typed out with his fingers on the digital keypad below and sent to her code: Eos, please turn on the tea maker in the kitchen and run for chamomile. 2 servings, 2 sugars.

Happy to be able to help, she does so, thanking the primitive appliance with a spark of energy, while at the same time watching John wrangle Virgil out of bed and encouraging him to walk it off and get some fresh air.

The Virgil on screen bounces as he moves to the kitchen with the comm in his grasp, then clutching an oversized helping of tea, he brings them out with him to the pool deck. And it's there Virgil talks to him until he begins yawning. This time John does a lot more listening.

Virgil ends the call when he is ready.

"What was that?" Eos asks once the comm is closed.

"A bad dream, Eos."

"What is a dream?"

John Tracy has to think about this question. There's the answer he knows, and an answer that will help Eos understand. And those are different things. "When we sleep, we don't shut off all the way,” he says eventually, “ and our mind still creates stories even while we rest. So imagine a dream like a person's background process."

"Why did Virgil Tracy's dreams affect him like that if they were just background processes?"

"He's a vivid dreamer. It means everything in the dream feels as if it's real, and so he woke up with that panicked sense of danger as if he experienced it. Because, for him, he did."

She files this under the sub folder for Virgil Tracy and amends her data for his beverage choice from just coffee to mostly coffee but situationally tea. Theory - related to dreaming. Data inconclusive and more will be needed.

…..

The next time someone calls, it's Gordon. Eos doesn't like Gordon. She's "not fond" of most people except for John, but Gordon Tracy she knows she doesn't like. His eyes aren't serious enough. He causes John Tracy to pinch at the bridge of his nose, an action she doesn't understand yet, but she doesn't like it because it comes with a spike in the human's stress response.

Ergo, Gordon Tracy causes stress.

"You're right about that, Eos," he's told her before. Then on another day - "It's not really his fault. He tends to be a beacon for trouble."

Gordon Tracy is no more a light than she is a moon rock, so she is still trying to understand this statement. John is not usually so contradictory. She understands that this is Gordon's fault.

His processors are not as quick as John's so she's not surprised that when he calls he's silent and locked up like he just got caught in one of her firewalls.

What she doesn't expect is for her creator to suddenly get what she's read as "chatty."It's obvious Gordon has shut off from being able to understand John and yet John talks to him with a speed she hasn't seen out of him before. And even though Gordon doesn't answer the questions or address what John is talking about, John keeps moving from one memory to another.

"Blue," the other man says eventually. "The bike Dad got me was blue."

And that was the question John asked 2.67 seconds ago, and she'd found a picture in her databank of that Christmas and pulled up the response in milliseconds.

"Very good," John says. "You're right, I think. I got a telescope instead of a bike. Do you remember?"

The figure nods, but at least his response is almost immediate that time.

When the call closes, it doesn't seem like much of anything happened at all. Not with how slowly Gordon Tracy was thinking. She mentions it to John. Because she has opinions on better uses to fill his time instead of having Gordon stare at him.

"That's not what it was, Eos. Have you looked for the phrase night terrors before?" She does so after .0009 seconds. "They are dreams, but they take place when the brain is in a different stage of processing."

"Why could he not tell you what was wrong?"

"He couldn't remember," John says. "It's a silent scream. The same fear you've seen Virgil wake up from, but he can't tell me what the dreams are about. That's a feature of them. I have a guess though. It would be like if I erased the last 30 min then asked you to repeat it back."

"But you wouldn't do that would you?" Her lights flash red.

"Of course not, Eos."

"Why does Gordon's brain do that to him?"

"It's just something that happens. He had them as a kid. We used to share a room for a time, when we were growing up and he's called me after an episode ever since. I don't know if it's me talking to him that helps or if he pulls himself out on his own."

This is fascinating information, and a question she plans to answer for John once more data is acquired. Gordon Tracy may prove useful for something yet.

"What is your hypothesis?" she asks, to begin her studies on this matter. John hasn't led her astray yet, and maybe understanding this will help her understand Gordon Tracy.

"Well, the frequency increased after his hydrofoil accident. So my theory is that the terrors send him back there..."

And that's all she wrote, folks...

#Gavii Scribit #Ask box prompts #onereyofstarlight #john tracy #eos thunderbirds #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #tw: nightmares

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