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hi! heard you're taking requests for mizu... if you're able to, I'd love to see mizu with a y/n that gets super flustered around her! like, she just stutters and fumbles over her words, her face getting all red just because mizu may have looked at her a certain way. she's bad at hiding her obvious crush, but mizu finds it endearing, even cute! she allows herself to be a bit of a tease to y/n, knowing she'll get super red! your fics are super cute, I'd love to see how you'd portray this dynamic!

𝐀 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞

𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲, 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗩𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟭𝗸 𝐀/𝐍: 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗜 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗮𝗽𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹!

In the quaint village nestled amidst the serene snow-covered landscape of Mihonoseki, a delicate dance unfolded in the chilly air, unseen but felt by those caught in its subtle web. Amongst the bustling streets and traditional wooden structures, Mizu, a captivating figure with a mischievous glint in her eyes, held a certain fascination for one in particular—you.

The snowy month painted the village a monochrome masterpiece, the soft flakes of snowfall transforming everything into a serene dreamscape. Mizu, with her flowing dark hair and piercing eyes that mirrored the deep winter night, seemed to effortlessly command attention wherever she went. It was not pleasant.

You, however, found yourself ensnared by more than just the beauty of the season.

One chilly afternoon, as the village bustled with activity, a festival was underway, bringing together children and adults alike to wish for a better year. Hanging their desires, wants, and wishes on a tree was a cherished tradition.

The village was filled with joyous chatter, and laughing children created a symphony of happiness. Various stalls displayed an array of food and trinkets that had you in awe. However, amidst the vibrant festivities, you failed to notice the lingering stare of someone.

“Such a pretty hair jewel! Did you make them?” You asked the owner of a stall, gently picking up a delicate hairpin with their hands.

The stall owner, an elderly woman with a warm smile, nodded and began sharing the story behind each meticulously crafted piece. As you listened intently, a shadow fell over the scene. Mizu had silently approached, her eyes fixated on the interaction between you and the stall owner.

Unbeknownst to you, Mizu had been observing from afar, her curiosity piqued by the genuine interest you displayed in the artisan's work. The mischievous glint in Mizu's eyes intensified as she silently decided to join the conversation.

“Ah, those are exquisite pieces indeed,” Mizu chimed in, her voice like a soft breeze carrying a hint of mystery. You turned, startled by her sudden presence.

Mizu continued, her gaze locked with yours, "I couldn't help but notice your keen eye for beauty. Perhaps," Mizu's eyes sparkled, and with a sly grin, she plucked a delicate snowflake-shaped hairpin from the display.

"This one," she declared, seemingly confident in her choice. "It's like a piece of winter captured in silver and crystals."

With a quick motion, she gracefully slid the hairpin into your hair, her fingers brushing against your locks. The touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but meet her gaze, finding a world of mystery in those deep, piercing eyes.

"It suits you."

The festival's joyful ambience seemed to fade, leaving only the two of them in a suspended moment, like snowflakes frozen in midair. The sword wielder’s action caught you off guard, face burst into a flushed tone, you froze. Struggling to voice out a reply.

Grinning at your baffled state she leaned in, beside your ear her voice a soft whisper only you could hear over the festive clamour.

"You look beautiful."

You could feel the weight of Mizu's words hanging in the air, the roughness of her voice adding to the enchantment of the moment. The festival's vibrant colours and cheerful sounds dimmed as the atmosphere between the two of you intensified. The delicate snowflake hairpin glistened in your hair, catching the soft glow of the surrounding lanterns.

The flush of warmth spread across your cheeks worsen, you spoke in stammers as Mizu pulled away, her sly grin turning into a gentle smile.

"Than– Thank you, Mizu. You didn't have to buy this for, me." You gazed down at your hands, fiddeling with the digits to keep you distracted from the womans close proximity.

The festival noises gradually seeped back into your awareness, but Mizu's presence remained magnetic. She slyly grabbed a hold of your hand as the other was placed behind the small of your back, gesturing towards the lively stalls and the swirling dancers with a tilt of her head, "Shall we explore the festival together? There's so much more to see, and I'd love your company."

Her invitation hung in the air like a promise of further adventures. With a nod, too stunned to utter a word, you found yourself drawn into the flow of the festival by Mizu's side. The vibrant lights, the tantalizing aroma of festival treats, and the lively music enveloped you both as you meandered through the bustling crowd.

Every now and then, your eyes would meet, which you’d avoid in embarrassment, gaze now fixated on the snow-covered path. Mizu couldn't help but be amused by your bashful demeanour. Her laughter, like wind chimes on a crisp winter day, rang through the air. "You're charmingly shy," she remarked, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint.

"For whatever reason you think it is– stop, stop teasing!”

Mizu's giggle, like a playful melody, filled the air. She leaned back, her gaze meeting yours with a glint of amusement. "Teasing? Me?" she said, feigning innocence, but her eyes betrayed a subtle mischief. "Perhaps a little."

Your playful retort, breaking through the lingering shyness. "You are oddly playful, and I'm getting concerned. Bring my Mizu back." With a turn of your head, facing away from the woman with crossed arms while you huffed.

Her sly grin persisted but now softened with a touch of sincerity. "I can't help but indulge in a bit of fun, especially when your emotions are so effortlessly displayed on your face."

Your heart skipped a beat as Mizu's fingers gently guided your chin, redirecting your gaze to meet hers. The warmth in her eyes seemed to deepen, capturing a sincerity that echoed in her words. The festival's enchantment, once a mere backdrop, now felt like a cocoon enveloping the two of you in a world of shared secrets.

A playful smile played on Mizu's lips as she continued, her voice a whispered melody in the winter night. "There she is," she breathed, as if uncovering a hidden treasure. "You look so endearing right now, how could your Mizu not resist?"

The compliment lingered in the air, creating a moment suspended in time. The festival's vibrant energy seemed to ebb away, leaving only the soft glow of lanterns and the gentle fall of snowflakes. It was as if the world had paused, allowing the connection between you and Mizu to deepen.

Mizu's hand, still cradling your chin, traced a delicate path down, along the veins of your neck, the dip of your collarbone, till she reached the smooth supple skin of your hand, where her fingers interlocked with yours. The touch was tender, a silent promise woven into the fabric of the winter night. As you sat side by side, the festival transformed into a canvas for a shared story, each moment etched with the magic of the unexpected.

The night beckoned with a sense of wonder and anticipation, and Mizu, with a glance filled with unspoken promises, suggested, "Shall we continue our exploration of this enchanting night? There's still so much more to discover, and I'd like nothing more than to have you by my side."

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dawndelion-winery · 2 years

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A Dozen Reasons To Love You

Cyno × GN! Reader

Reason 1: You never really seemed to fear him.

He'd understand if you did, like most people he met, and he wouldn't hold it against you. Yet you hadn't. You'd met his stern gaze with an unwavering warmth, seemingly unphased by the sharpness of his eyes.

Reason 2: There was an odd comfort in holding your hand.

The first time was when he was helping you up, lending a hand to pull you up a ledge that you couldn't seem to jump to. Like a crackle of electricity, his hand felt warmer with yours, though he was certain you hadn't done anything, and neither had he. Surely his vision wasn't faulty?

Reason 3: You look like an oasis.

As far as he's concerned, he never really feels all that tired with you. From the way he can easily rest his head in your lap and let your fingers comb through his snowy locks, to the way you'd listen to anything he has to say as he does off under your care. He feels at peace with you, like returning to a warm home. He's certain it wouldn't feel complete if you weren't there for him with your bright smile and gentle gaze.

Reason 4: He likes the way you lean on him when you're tired.

He's strong, undoubtedly so, and it's a reason many fear him. However, it's also a source of pride for him that you're able to find solace in his strength. He loves the way you seem so at ease as he shifts your head to lay on his chest so he can cuddle you. Most of all, he thoroughly enjoys your little murmurings as you slumber, all sorts of odd thoughts seeming to run through your dreamscape.

Reason 5: He likes the snacks you prepare for him.

He's never been a picky eater, not has he ever really fussed over fixed meal times. Yet you insist on him not skipping meals, constantly reminding him that it isn't something he can "leave till later". He found it quite pointless at first, but with time, find himself looking forward to tasting what you had for him with increasing anticipation each time.

Reason 6: You remind him of plants - of the pretty fruits and flowers that decorate Sumeru's natural landscape.

Or rather, it'd be more accurate to say that he sees you in everything. Cyno thinks of you as he happens to pick fruit, trying to recall if it was one of your favourites. He thinks of you as he catches a whiff of flowers he passes by. He imagines you beside him as he looks at his reflection in the water, because truly, the grand blue sky dotted with fluffy white clouds was a peaceful sight he'd love to share with you every day for the rest of your lives.

Reason 7: You fit so nicely in his embrace.

It was like you were made to be held by him; it simply came so naturally for him to hug you and pull you close. It feels like the world around goes quiet and he can rest to the sound of your heartbeat like a steady rythmn, egging his own to try match up.

Reason 8: He loves the way you stifle a laugh when he tells a bad joke.

People don't find him funny, he's well aware of that. Yet when you laugh, he can't fully comprehend that it's him you're laughing at, and even if he did, he doesn't think he minds if he gets to see that mischievous glint in your eye. Sure, he may be the joke in your eyes, but it would mean he makes you happy, and the more he realises how happy he is about that fact, the more he starts to realise how important you are to him.

Reason 9: He likes looking into your eyes.

There's something simply mesmerising about looking into your eyes as you watch the stars together. The desert is cold at night, and with you in his arms he can easily see every constellation reflected in your eyes. Of course, he isn't exactly looking at those either; the stars are but an excuse to keep admiring you in the gentle luminance that has him softer than a bird's down feathers.

Reason 10: The way you move has him mesmerised.

It's like a dance and he's enchanted. It doesn't matter what level of grace and dexterity you have (or lack) because whatever it is, he can't seem to take his eyes off you. Regardless, you're lovely to him, and he's joyful to see you at your most naturally content.

Reason 11: The way you try your best for him tends to squeeze his heart a little each time.

It's sickeningly sweet. While he instinctively does what he can to care for you and provide anything you might ask for or want from him, you reciprocating that behaviour very much has him swooning. You got a limited edition card for that TCG game he loves? He can't believe you actually thought to do that for him. And it's not because he thinks lowly of you - he just doesn't expect it from you, because you're enough for him as you are.

Reason 12: As much as he feels the need to take care of you, it doesn't feel quite as unnatural when you're the one taking care of him.

And really, it makes sense. He enjoys when you dote on him, because you're his other half. Who else would nag him for not treating his injuries early and cracking a joke before he told you about said wounds? Who else would fuss over him as they tended to him, sighing as they kiss his cheek with a request that he be more careful? There is no one he can imagine who would ever look at him with the soft adoration you do, and he doesn't want to. He can't. You've consumed his heart in its entirety, and he's forgotten how to hold it, entrusting it to you as he guards yours with due diligence.

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boundinparchment · 1 year

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Dream a Little Dream of Me - XI

Celestia has a cruel sense of humor. He’s always known this, ever since his days as a student. But a soulmate? Really? Dottore/Female Reader Soulmate AU. Expect lore speculation, interpretations, etc. Available on AO3 as well.

The adrenaline from the fight, if you could call it that, wore off by the time you rode the elevator back down and entered the House of Daena again. For years, you’d wondered what, precisely, your soulmate looked like, who they might be. The shock itself still hadn’t worn off, although its edge had considerably dulled from earlier.

Ten minutes hadn’t yielded more than a title and enough details to glean that he wouldn’t be in Sumeru for longer than necessary. Neither would you, unless things changed; after everything with the Akademiya was finished, you would go to Port Ormos for a few days before sailing over to Liyue, and then onto Mondstadt after that.

Time would be limited for any in-person interactions, if they happened again at all. Considering the first thing the Doctor did was try to shoot you, maybe that was for the best. Arrogant, critical, and yet…

You reached up and felt your ear again, the hair he pushed back still in place. You couldn’t quite make sense of it, of him. So much for answers.

Making your way through the Akademiya and back outside, back to the inn, was simultaneously the shortest and longest walk of your life. Your mind was elsewhere, swirling around on the notion that while yes, your soulmate was clever and handsome, he was still one of the Fatui Harbingers. Some might literally kill for such a position.

You only knew him as he presented himself to you in the dreams. No pretenses, no titles, no important political influence. Just yourselves.

As many times as you tried to tell yourself it didn’t matter, it did.

Your thoughts were nothing more than a ball of yarn, tangled by a mischievous kitten. They were so tangled that you almost bumped into a stranger when you heard your name being called by your colleagues, who were sitting at a cafe you passed on Treasures Street. Embarrassed, you apologized profusely and maneuvered out of the way. You were in no headspace to socialize, not right now, but if you didn’t, explaining your absence would be even harder. Quickly, you wove together an excuse of shock at the notion of a Fatui Harbinger and you hadn’t been able to breathe properly, given the archival filtration of the air.

“They do keep the air pretty thin in the library,” one of them commiserated. “I guess all of the students are used to it. You’re out now, surrounded by plants, you’ll feel better in no time.”

If anyone noticed your lack of Akasha, no one said anything. You were thankful for that, at least. The sunlight and the food and the familiar faces did, to some extent, actually help.

Tonight would be a different story. Assuming you dreamed. There hadn’t been time for anything else; at least in a dream, you couldn’t be overheard.

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Entering a dream never involved a true beginning. Rather, it was a moment akin to waking in the middle of a scene, as though you’d fallen asleep during a moving film. The dreamscape was typically defined by whoever arrived first. You found yourself in front of a large set of windows, overlooking a snowy landscape you only ever saw in paintings.

Not that you could actually see much of the landscape, actually. You squinted. Was this a…what was the word…a blizzard?

Normally, the dreamscapes your soulmate created were extraordinary; a play on both his memories and the boundaries he loved to push. Despite being a scholar, many of them were outdoors, often with the sky above filled with countless stars that seemed to move of their own accord. Weather was sometimes based on the mood of the dreamer but also their physical condition, to some extent.

The wind howled in the distance, white powder swirling across jagged peaks, unafraid of the mountains and the trees. You swore for a moment that it did, truly, sound like a voice. Multiple voices, overlapping one another. Familiar and yet…

No, that was definitely…

You frowned and turned around to take in the rest of the room. The walls were covered in bookshelves, neatly kept. A fireplace sat across the room, crackling quietly and providing some illusion of warmth. In reality, you imagined that a space like this would rely on radiators or perhaps forced air, warmed and pushed through floor vents or some such. The ceiling was made of the same light stone used on the walls but arranged in geometric patterns that made you dizzy the longer you looked up at them. Beneath your feet, polished stone peaked out from beneath faded blue carpets filled with intricate, mesmerizing arrangements.

The center of the room held two sofas, facing one another across a coffee table, an armchair on either end enclosing the space.

Your soulmate was sitting in one such armchair with his booted feet pressed against the edge of the coffee table to prop up a series of papers. The Doctor was free of the lab coat and mantle, instead wearing a deep blue shirt that was almost the same shade as his cravat. The necktie barely hid a choker that you now realized led to a leather harness that encircled his torso once at his chest, and again at his waist.

The mask was still in place. You expected nothing less, all things considered. After all, you had no facial features for your subconscious to give him. But he was no longer a vague shape and you would take your victories where you could.

He didn’t incline his head or even take note of you as you approached, as if enraptured by the details of the papers he held. The wind picked up again, almost shrieking this time, carrying with it an angry sentiment far too distinct to be anything else. Another gust followed, quieter, and when you turned to gaze out the window again, the snow seemed to have calmed into a soft dusting, like powdered sugar over almond crescent cookies.

You reached out a hand to touch his shoulder but stopped, fingers curling in hesitation. It was a gesture you wouldn’t have thought twice about before but now…? Especially when he might be mid-thought?

He’d touched your ear and your hair but that…that had been different, full of purpose.

And wasn’t this? You hardly wanted to scare him, especially after the encounter earlier.

Before you could, however, the Doctor’s head turned towards you slightly, and then tilted up and to the side. You pulled your hand away, flexing your fingers to get rid of the stiff feeling in your joints.

“This is new,” you said, breaking your eyes away from his mask to gesture about the room before you wandered over to the bookshelves behind him..

You noticed a small machine-like figurine tucked away into a corner. It resembled some of the toys you saw in Fontaine, except it was too well-kept, and possibly made of a different material. The name of the character escaped you but it seemed a fitting addition nestled amongst the books.

“You said you had questions, which is understandable. I may withhold information for your safety,” the Doctor stated. You heard the rustle of paper, the squeak of leather, along with soft footfalls before you felt his presence next to you. “But I am otherwise forthright. A scholar stands to gain nothing without the truth.”

“I’ve always appreciated your candor,” you replied, looking at him again. “It never seemed like anything else.”

His gaze seemed to burn holes into you despite the mask between you and your stomach flipped. You wondered, if only for a moment, if you would ever see his eyes again. If you would ever stare into the depths of who he truly was.

That would be the end of you; of that, you were certain.

He broke away this time, his face turned towards the books, their spines worn and well-loved.

“This is a reconstruction of my rooms in Snezhnaya. I hardly use them but if I must be outside of my lab, this is…a preferable space.”

You turned from the shelf and looked again, finally recognizing certain motifs and patterns with ease. It was a skill honed with sheet music, connections becoming apparent as you spotted them. The carpets were not unlike the ones you saw at the market the other day, the wood of the bookshelves far too similar to that used for your rented room’s bed frame.

Sometimes, your mind changed a few details without you knowing, the original idea long since lost, but the dream felt…solid, well-framed. You moved about the space, surprised to find that the closer you drew to the fireplace, the warmer you felt.

“You’re from Sumeru?” you guessed. “Or is it just our location influencing designs again?”

“My homeland was never kind to me but I would be amiss to say that I do not enjoy parts of it. We pick and choose from our influences, discard what we don’t like.”

Well, it was something about him, you supposed. But one question sat heavy in your mind, refusing to leave you alone. You faced away from the fire, towards the Doctor.

“Why did you attack me first and foremost? You anticipated me, knew I would follow you, but I…that doesn’t warrant…”

“Ah, that.”

His footfalls echoed through the space as he walked to the other end of the room, towards the windows.

“Mere curiosity. All things considered, it’s important that anyone attached to someone of my standing be able to defend themselves. There is…considerable room for improvement. I’m sure you’ve already considered that your position is far more precarious if someone were to discover you have connections to a Fatui Harbinger.”

You pushed down a scoff, knowing deep down, he was right. It was one thing when you were prepared. But you hadn’t been. Not that you could have done much, with how your hands ached from the other night.

“What rank are you, anyway?”

“It hardly matters.”

“It does to me,” you brought your hand to your chest. “I think I have a right to know so no one can hold that over me.”

He sighed, and you caught the slight change in the angle of his head as he watched you through your reflection in the glass. If he didn’t tell you, you’d probably be able to find out on your own, but it was preferable to hear it from him.

“Second. That should give you some indication of why you, an allogene already with capabilities beyond the average person, not knowing how to fight is a problem .”

You didn’t know much about the Harbinger ranks themselves, admittedly. Why would you? It wasn’t something that came up otherwise in your day-to-day life and beyond the title itself, you learned little about the politics of other nations. You only needed to recognize titles to know someone’s importance and where they stood in relation to others.

It bothered him, clearly. When it was just you, it didn’t very much matter whether you scraped through a fight; you rarely had them anyway.

But it wasn’t just you anymore. Even if nothing came of this bond but the dreams, it was still both of you…

You crossed the room slowly and the Doctor seemed to relax, only just, when you came up beside him.

“What do you propose, then?” you asked softly.

Once again, you heard the wind pick up, whipping the snow into a frenzy. With it came the distinct sounds again, as if you were hearing a conversation, or perhaps an argument, behind closed doors. It was unmistakable now, that the voices sounded like the man next to you. Except he wasn’t talking. You tore your eyes away from the window to find the Doctor’s jaw clenched; it only eased when the wind too died away, and he turned his head towards you slowly, as if dazed.

“I have a few loose ends to tidy up but it would be more appropriate, not to mention secure, for you to learn from me. It would raise too many questions to hand the task over to someone else.”

You nodded in agreement, pushing away another question, not wanting to break the silence. Instead, you rested a hand on his arm, the muscle instantly tensing beneath your touch before relaxing again. He extended his arm in response, offering it hesitantly. It reminded you of earlier that morning, when he’d reached out and touched your hair.

One hand found its way to his, now free of his gloves, while your other rested against his bicep, near another set of straps. You’d touched one another before, just to explore corporeality and the limits of the dreams, but this was…hardly that. It was strangely intimate, standing so close, fingers interwoven, watching an imaginary landscape.

Physical affection was, perhaps, not his strong suit; he must to some extent not mind it either, you considered, when you felt the way his fingers flexed in response to yours.

“Regardless of my stance on your combat abilities, I was impressed with your performance. It is rare to see talented individuals truly embrace their craft.”

Heat crept up your neck at the memory of how you’d only thrown his words back at him.

“The piece I was working on was meant to be played here, when it was finished. I used a lot of our conversations for inspiration. It’s rough. I overextended myself though, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to do this if we were awake.” You squeezed his hand for emphasis. “Even if I could have summoned my weapon, I don’t think I’d have been able to hold it. I’d probably drop it on my foot and have bigger problems.”

You felt the laugh more than you heard it, amusement dancing on his lips. “Composing on a cello seems to be quite challenging, almost counterproductive. Not very conducive for larger pieces, certainly.”

“It’s forgivable for a solo piece, where that’s the instrument of focus. If I’m working on a composition wider in scope, I’ll use a piano, but otherwise it’s…mostly inner ear, intuition…there’s logic and theory to it but it’s mostly…”

“Logic applied for the sake of eliciting an emotional reaction.”

“Concise but yes, essentially.”

“If what I overheard was only practice, then I look forward to the finished product. You set my expectations quite high.”

The smile you saw when you looked towards him was, dare you consider it, soft. It suited him, as much as his arrogant smirk did. His whole face seemed to brighten, if only for a moment, and you willed your pulse to steady itself at the notion that you were both the cause of said smile and its intended recipient.

You awoke with your heart aching and your thoughts were, for the first time in days, as light as the sun streaming through your window.

It was a start. Or at least, so you hoped.

#fic: dream a little dream of me #dottore #il dottore #genshin impact dottore #il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #soulmate au

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gibmb · 2 months

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In a new skin ch9

Chloe sighed as she let her head fall back against the door to her room. She had returned home later than she had planned, it had been surprisingly fun with Marinette and her friends. She was pretty sure they still didn't trust her, which she couldn't complain about. A few days of being nice with a touch of unhinged bravery does not undo years of being, well, Chloe, but it was nice. Especially the compliments about her art and when she looked at the canvas her smile widened.

She had drawn some more while hanging with them and as she did her rustiness faded. She drew Marinette geeking out about Adrian, Nino and Ayla laughing, Alix smirking that damn smirk of hers. One piece in particular had emerged while concentrating deeply again, though it baffled most of the people around her. She had started imagining how the dog-headed messenger might have looked fighting the sand wraith. She had even added color to it.

She finally pushed off the door and walked to her bed, setting the canvas on the table as she did. Naje and Haje exited her ring, slithering up her arm as she reclined on her bed.

“Well that was an eventful day," Haje said with a hint of annoyance about having to be near a kwami.

"That it was. I was worried you and Tiki were going to start a fight," Chloe responded, teasing them only for them to hiss at her.

"Unlike a kwami, we are divine and ancient. Childish behavior is beneath us," Naje said, which made Chloe snort, recalling how they had barely been able to keep from lunging at Tiki. "But now that you've enjoyed your day of relaxing and dealing with that miraculous wearer, I think we should get you back to training so that the next task isn't such a mess."

"How do you expect me to train this late at night? If I go on patrol I could run into Cat Noir and Ladybug," Chloe said as she placed Naje and Haje on her bed so she could change.

"You needn’t go on patrol to train. You can just train with the previous users."

At that, Chloe paused and looked at them

"How do I do that? Can you contact them or do they have a phone number or something?" she asked.

“Every wearer of the ring has the culmination of their knowledge during their time as the wearer stored within. We can access that knowledge while you sleep and create a dreamscape for you to interact with. Thus you may train with them and benefit from their experience,” Haje explained.

“It won’t leave you as refreshed as normal sleep and any injuries suffered in the dreamscape, while not real, will leave you with the memory of the pain,” Naje cautioned.

“After two days of sleeping, I’m sure I won’t mind being a little tired,” Chloe said as she went back to changing. In short order, she was ready for bed and settled in with Haje and Naje curled up beside her.

Sleep didn’t come as easily as Chloe would have liked. Perhaps the thought of this strange training gave her a bad case of the nerves, but she found herself fidgeting and tossing and turning for some time before she finally closed her eyes.

When she opened them again, she was standing in the desert. The sudden change left her in a state of shock before she was overwhelmed with awe at how vast the desert was. As she tried to truly take in her surroundings, the desert changed from rolling mounds of sand to a lush forest with what looked like a ruined castle in the distance. Before she could grow accustomed to the forest, it switched to a snowy mountain top with a temple before her. She spun and found that she could look between the different environments, each seamlessly bleeding into the other in a way that didn’t seem jarring.

"Glad to see you here, Chloe." At the sound of Naje’s voice, Chloe turned to look at him only to jump back startled. No longer the size of a normal snake, Naje and Haje were instead a massive beast with scales darker than the blackest night with streaks of golden scales so brilliant it hurt to look at. Their eyes gleamed like brilliant rubies that left Chloe fighting an instinctive urge to run. “I can't tell you how good it feels to be relatively back to normal," he said, slightering past her and coiling while Haje looked on quietly in amusement. "So Chloe, are you ready?"

"Ready to never question people's fear of snakes? Yes, yes I am," Chloe joked. From behind her, there was a laugh and she quickly turned to find a woman dressed in what looked like rags. Her skin was tanned from long years of sun exposure and Chloe would have bet good money she was from Egypt. The woman sat on a mound of sand as she cast a weighing look at Chloe.

"Who-?" Before Chloe could continue, the woman spoke.

"What a shame. From the lowest in the slums who understood the dark truth of life, now the snake resides with a golden spoon that knows little of truth and even less of sacrifice," the woman said sternly, causing Chloe to swallow nervously. "So tell me pale skin, what is your name?"

"It’s Chloe Bourgeois and yo-"

"I'll tell you my name when you've earned it, pale skin. Until then, you're here because you're worthless in a fight and need to learn what it truly means to be a Numinous wielder," the woman continued as she stood up and dusted off the sand from her raggedy clothes.

Chloe’s face flushed with heat that had nothing to do with the desert sun.

"Hey, I know how to fight! I used to use a Miraculous and fight villains all the time before I had Naje and Haje!"

At that, the woman snorted, "That's a shame for Naje and Haje, but I guess if they chose you then there's something worth seeing. Very well pale skin, I'm the first user and I'll only say this once, attack me."

Chloe was at a loss for words, the woman was just saying to attack her? Letting herself become distracted by her thoughts proved to be a grave mistake. The woman leapt at her, causing Chloe's eyes to bulge before a hard roundhouse kick connected with her face. She was sent sliding across the sand and as she picked herself up she saw what looked like blood in the sand as well some teeth, but when Chloe reached up and checked her face it was completely fine.

When she got up and looked at the woman, she was waiting with her arms crossed and frowning.

“I can’t kill you here, only make you wish you were dead,” the woman said as she took up another fighting stance. “Try again.”

Chloe didn’t hesitate this time as she rushed at the woman. She threw a punch only to hit air before the world spun as she was flipped. Chloe blinked as a shadow fell over her before her eyes went wide and she rolled away from a foot slamming down where her head had been.

“What the hell?!” Chloe demanded as she struggled to her feet only to have the woman’s knee slam into her gut. Chloe retched as the air was driven from her and she collapsed to her hands and knees.

“Truly pathetic, but what should I expect from someone who was handed all their skill by a Miraculous?” she said as she paced around Chloe.

“Wh-what?” Chloe struggled to get out as she slowly made it to her feet.

“The Miraculous are a crutch, child. A Numinous grants you strength and powers, but without honing your body, those will only take you so far,” the woman said as she lashed out with a quick punch that Chloe just barely managed to avoid. “Your powers rely on your body’s stamina and as you are, I’m surprised you can last more than ten minutes wearing the holy armor.”

“I did just fine against a Sand Wraith, thank you very much!” Chloe snapped before she felt a wave of nausea sweep over her and her knees wobbled.

“Lie.” The woman spat the word as she watched Chloe falter. “Do not try to deceive me while you wear the ring, girl, especially not here.”

Chloe straightened up and raised her hands hesitantly. In truth, she really didn’t know how to fight but she didn’t want to give the woman the satisfaction of admitting it.

“If you try to use your powers too much, push yourself too far, you’ll burn yourself out,” the woman continued to lecture as she threw a series of punches and kicks at Chloe. Chloe managed to avoid some but most landed with brutal power and the woman continued to talk without a sign of being winded, “It won’t kill you, but you’ll slip into a sleep so deep that you won’t awaken for months, and that’s if no one slits your throat in the meantime.”

"So what? You kick my ass until I can fight?" Chloe shouted back as she blocked a punch that sent her to the ground. She hugged her wrists to her chest, they felt like they had been broken from the impact. She saw more blood in the sand and realized that this woman had indeed been beating the lesson into her.

“We will spare until I deem your skills sufficient, and only then will we move on to weapons and powers,” the woman said as she took a more relaxed stance.

Chloe managed to work up the nerve to look at her wrists, but they were fine, though the memory of pain persisted.

“But what if I get another mission and have to use my powers?” Chloe asked, trying to take her mind off the odd sensation.

“Experience is the greatest teacher, pale skin,” the woman said. “Besides you will have Haje and Naje to continue to instruct you while you are awake. For now though we shall take advantage of another benefit of this place. Here you do not experience time as you do when awake. So," the woman cracked her knuckles loudly, "I can take my time breaking you in."

Chloe groaned as the woman closed the distance between them once again.

***

When Chloe awoke, it was accompanied by the slightest moment of relief until she tried to sit up. Every part of her hurt and she felt like she hadn’t slept in days.

“Haje, Naje,” Chloe called out with a groan.

“Yes?” the snake called out in unison.

“What the fuck?!” Chloe asked weakly as she closed her eyes and tried to push the memory of the ‘training’ from her mind. “That lady was trying to murder me!”

“The First was merely setting her expectations of you,” Haje said.

“She is harsh but fair,” Naje followed up.

“Fucking monster is what she is,” Chloe groaned as she managed to roll onto her stomach and burried her face in her pillow.

Unfortunately, Chloe didn’t have the luxury of staying in bed and licking her figurative wounds. It was time to get ready for school.

Chloe did manage to pull herself together but it was a near thing, and there was something about being achy all over that felt weirdly familiar but she couldn’t place it. She pushed the thought from her mind as she trudged up the steps to school, barely mustering the strength to acknowledge the calls from other students.

“Gee, Chloe, are you sure you’re feeling better?” Sabrina asked as she appeared beside Chloe.

“I’m fine, Sabrina. Just maybe pushed myself too hard yesterday after being in bed for two days,” Chloe half-mumbled.

“Sorry I was busy,” Sabrina said with a quick duck of her head. “I could have made sure you got your rest.”

“It’s fine,” Chloe said, hoping to head off Sabrina’s self-flagellation. “I ran into Marinette and some of the others.”

“That’s…surprising,” Sabrina said after a moment.

“You and Adrien weren’t the only ones I owed an apology to,” Chloe said as she put an arm around Sabrina in a partial hug. Chloe had to bite back a groan as the motion reminded her of all the aches across her body, but the look on Sabrina’s face made it all worth it. They made their way to class and as Chloe was about to take her seat, an arm wrapped around her waist, making her twinge in surprise.

“How heavy were those art supplies? You look like you ran a mile with weights on,” Alix teased as she went from one side of Chloe to the other.

“More like I got my teeth kicked in by someone who takes way too much joy in physical fitness,” Chloe groaned, which garnered an odd look from Sabrina.

“Sounds fun. Why don’t you invite me to your next work out session?” Alix said with a smile.

Chloe felt her cheeks grow warm, especially as Alix’s hand lingered on her waist. A cough from Sabrina broke her from her mental freeze.

“Miss Bustier is coming,” Sabrina said, and Alix’s hand slipped from Chloe’s waist as she hurried to her seat.

Chloe took her seat stiffly, her posture nothing to do with how sore she was all over.

Edited and Co-written by GrayNeko

#chloe bourgeois #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fandom #miraculous fanworks #writing #fanfic #story

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topazshadowwolf · 8 months

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I have questions about nightmare’s ability to enter dreams if that’s okay? He did it when dust was having a hard time waking up from his injuries, so can he enter any of their dreams at any time or just when they’re having negative ones? If he’s in their dreams and it becomes positive does it hurt him? Can he be in all of their dreams at once? Can he conference them all into the same dream like a zoom call?? I’m just super fascinated by this power and wondering if we’ll see him use it again?

OH if he slipped in and one of them was having a super positive dream about him (maybe a bit father-figurey) how would he feel? Or!!! If they were having a nightmare (haha) about him how would he deal with it?

(Sorry this is so much I just think this is a super interesting ability and I’ve never seen it before but I love it!!)

That is totally okay, just next time just send it in a bunch of different asks. Simply because I do ramble... and this is going to be long. Okay! Onto the questions. (Spoilers ahead if you aren't caught up to that scene at least)

Okay, so this is an ability that the originals do not have, which is odd to me considering their names. Or so my research found. So I did have to put this together myself. He gets into dreams through emotions and naturally, he can not use positive emotions, it would have to be negative.

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(all of these are from Ch 5)

The emotions were like tendrils, much like his own physical ones. Most were not one solid color, formed out of blips of various emotions strung together by a scattered mind. Projecting his mental self, Nightmare took hold of one that he saw was one solid color. That one will lead to Dust’s consciousness. Upon his mental state touching it, he could feel himself fill with the emotion it was projecting.

REGRET

He followed it down into Dust until he entered the other skeleton’s dreamscape. Once there, he found himself in a snowy space surrounded by trees.

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That being said, while it doesn't have to be a nightmare there has to be some negative emotions felt.

Now if he was in a dream and it became positive he would not be harmed but it would be uncomfortable to him. For him, being around positive emotions generally is like being in a room with a bad smell or having a bad flavor in his mouth. However, if he is around a lot of pure positive emotions or his brother, it does sting or burn.

Since it is his consciousness, he can only be in one dream at a time. BUT, if he can get them gathered together and go to sleep himself, he can pull them into his own "dreamscape." And he can take someone from one dream to another, and even into his own. So, in theory, he can collect them together.

Though he would not be doing any important meetings. After all:

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“You have been here long enough. It is time for you to rejoin us. Is that understood?” Nightmare asked.

“yes, boss…,” Dust looked like he wanted to shrink away from the idea, but he didn’t. Nightmare smiled and nodded at that.

“Good, we will speak again in the waking world, where I know you will remember my words. What is said and done in dreams are oftentimes forgotten,” Nightmare stated before turning and leaving.

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The only thing to remember about dreams... they are affected by the mind of the one having the dream. After all, Phantom Papyrus is still a hallucination even though Nightmare saw him.

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“HE WANTS TO CONTINUE HIDING LIKE THE COWARD HE IS,” a sharp voice mocked as a distinct apparition appeared. Two bright red eyes looked at Nightmare, and he could feel it was the primary source of self-loathing.

“So, I am finally meeting the infamous phantom? I would like to say it is a pleasure, but it is not,” Nightmare said with a grin before making a shooing motion with his hand to wave the false ghost away. “We were having a private conversation. One that I don’t remember inviting you to join.”

“BY BEING HERE, YOU AUTOMATICALLY DID!” the phantom snapped angrily before resting his hands on Dust’s shoulders. “DO YOU HEAR HOW HE SPEAKS TO ME? WE SHOULD KICK HIM OUT. HE’S NOT WELCOME IN YOUR HEAD.”

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Seeing anything in your dreams does not make it true, and anyone being in your dreams does have access to what you see. Including... memories.

I am inclined to believe it will be used again. However, it is not going to be as common as entering someone's dreams is intrusive. Dreams can be memories, our weakest moments, our fears. Also, It is leaving his body unguarded as his mind is someplace else. This leaves him very vulnerable. Between those two reasons, he does not often use this ability. (This is not true if the dream is his and he pulls someone into his dreams)

Now, if he came to a dream and found them dreaming about him being their father, he would be both amused and... worried? happy? Oh dear... they don't really think of him that way, do they? He would likely stay unseen and watch as he tries to figure out why they feel that way about him.

And a nightmare about him?! No, no, NO! That will not do. Is it because they are dreaming something bad happened to him? Well then, he will appear and make sure that one is aware he is alright. And if it is a dream about him yelling or hurting one of them. Well, he will, again, make himself known and tell this imposter to go away. That he will not tolerate anyone looking like him talking to his sons henchmen like that

#A long answer #for a good series of questions #I don't care #Put them all in one or break it into a group of asks #Just know if it is all in one you will get a long answer #HNBD #answering asks

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A Dreamscapes of Snow and a Fairyland Delight (Joshua Tree National Park) by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: A setting looking to the northwest while taking in views across a snow-covered, desert landscape present one afternoon in Joshua Tree National Park. This was at a roadside pulloff along the main park road. My thought on composing this image was to angle my Nikon SLR camera slightly downward and create a sweeping view across the snowy landscape leading up to more distant Joshua Trees. In my mind, the whiteness with the snow, covered sage brush and creosote bushes helped to draw the viewer into the image. The eyes would then be drawn to the Joshua Trees after the open area, and then have the more distant ridges and peaks with mostly cloudy skies as a backdrop.

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hajimariwaquartet · 2 years

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"Did that stupid thing work?"

Well. If anything, it seemed like they were back in Room 101 rather than the world of Sakuya's memories and thoughts. Except the fact that their sleeping leader is missing and the device they used to get here is also missing. It's also a bit chilly in here, and if they're quiet, they could hear something like a breeze in the room.

"This just looks like our room..." Citron breathes out, looking around. "Everything is in their same place."

"Enough chit-chat, we need to look for Sakuya." Masumi interrupts, an unusually serious expression on his face. His lips are in a line and his eyes are steely. But underneath that, there is also a dollop of worry. "We can't stay here for more than two hours."

"But there's no door," Itaru says, jabbing his thumb at the space where the door was supposed to be. There's only full-body mirror there. The windows also had Mankai family pictures in their place. "Not even a window."

"Do you think this could be an escape room?" Tsuzuru suggests, knocking on a wall. It sounds hollow, but none of them can imagine another room in this mindscape anyway. "There has to be a way out of here, right?"

"...There's a crack here." Chikage's voice echoes from behind Citron's dresser before he pushes it aside, revealing a rather large hole in the plaster wall. From there, a strong breeze blows, making the room even colder that before. Masumi involuntarily shivers, and it doesn't escape anyone's eyes. Chikage doesn't seem affected, but the frown on his face betrays his apparent calmness. "I think we have to break this..."

"Is it okay...?"

Chikage shrugs.

"...There's no other way, is there, senpai?" Itaru asks, a grim tone coloring his words. "Not to nerd out, but games with this sort of dreamscape premise has the protags treat everything like they aren't real, but would we hurt Sakuya if we did? There's a reason there's only walls here."

No one answers.

This situation wasn't even mentioned in the Dream Manual.

"...We have no choice, do we?" Citron says after a while, his downcast eyes contrasting his smile. It's a sad smile, way different than his usual smiles. "If we want to save Sakuya, then we must find him. No matter what it takes. These... walls can be repaired, but we cannot lose him in his own head."

It takes a brief moment, but soon, they're all nodding in agreement. These walls seemed to be sturdy, but with the crack behind Citron's dresser, it was their only way out. He was right. They could patch up whatever walls Sakuya had, but they can't lose him.

They were in arm's length already, but they still had to find Sakuya. Although, Tsuzuru would be lying if he said that the search would be easy and simple.

They still didn't know things about him, and he could tell that it was going to be the difficult part.

Chikage finally pushes the dresser to the side and stands back. The others step back as he raises a leg.

In one powerful kick, the rest of the wall around the hole breaks. Snow blows into the familiar room, coming at them at a force of a hurricane wind.

When the wind finally subsided, they saw a...

A snowy suburb street. It was the generic Japanese neighborhood, with not one identifying trait. All the houses were occupied by silhouettes who played out a warm family scene through shadows. Snow dusted the neighborhood in white. Not one soul was outside and...

It was so lonely.

Is this truly the world of Sakuya's deep thoughts?

Did they truly know him enough to be privy to this loneliness?

#a3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#a3! spring troupe #spring troupe #feb writes #just a little blurb for a story i wanna work on #lmk what you think!!!

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dreampurloiner · 2 years

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A Proper Introduction. (DWC8-1)

[Music]

They say there is only one chance for a first impression.

That the first time someone is introduced, it sets the precedence for what is to come... for what to expect.

This is that one chance.

Dreamland echoed softly and sweetly, the gentle silver-kissed clouds of dreamers lost in their mindless abyss were decorated with the imaginations of what dreams may come. A heavenly place full of soft pastels where fairytale creatures danced through the clouds, sprinkling the sands of the King of Dreams through the delightful slumber of the visitors. The Dreamscape.

This was true 'heaven', or so the mortals called it. The land of make-believe was just on the cusp of discovery, yet safely barricaded by the waking world. Those that dreamed learned to return here, some learned to control the dream space around them while others simply went along for the ride.

Mortals that were to visit when they slept were doted on and guarded, each one assigned at birth to a guardian spirit to watch over them through their journey. Nightly, the guardians were able to return to their mortal and spend time with them as Dreamers, like pets waiting for their master to return home.

It really was heaven.

Of course, through the soft clouds of dreams, The Dreamscape was not without Nightmares to balance the lingering forces of power. Tasked with aiding the waking mind in attempts to process trauma throughout the day while it rested, Nightmares were often misunderstood for their scary statures. Sure, many creatures of Nightmare enjoyed taunting the visiting Dreamers with their affinity for darkness, but it was just their nature. They were created and designed for such a function.

Dreams. Nightmares. Sections of the all-encompassing connected to various worlds. Some called it The Emerald Dream, others called it The Land of Dreams. All parts of the same area.

You've been there before. You go there when your eyes close. You now know the setting. You can see it in your mind as you read this, you're shaping it with your imagination. Floating in the air, arms outstretched. You're flying.

Rushing through the clouds, crackles of lightning lit up the sunlit sky, and a roar trembled through the vast unknown of The Dreamscape that echoed from somewhere in the center of the wonderous dreamland your mind just created and you can see it, can't you? Flickers of a heavenly being shrouded in golden light, their figure just barely able to be fully made out from the radiating energy. A holy aura that follows their movements, trailing the infamous sands that glitter and rain down like falling ash with every step.

In the corner of your eye, you can see what has angered such a handsome, frightening figure, a speck of darkness streaking through the pure lands of Dreams instead of the darkened, cloudy blues and blacks of Nightmares. A small streak of purple tarnishing whatever it touches. Your imagination wills it. Look closer and let yourself swoop in from your gliding over the beautiful, breathtaking view, peer down, and focus with all of your might.

The dark aesthetics of the toned figure easily kept up the running, the tattered wings of a demon flared behind the sprinting beast. What looked almost human with an elongated, whip-like tail swayed behind their running, male in physique and two... No... Four horns upon his head, slightly curved thin, and dull as the dusk sky that faded into glowing, snowy tips. Messy hues of purple hair flare in the wind from his speed, mostly covering the short, pointed ears on either side of his head. His clothes skin tight, black in leather with arms tattooed in five solid inked bands each. Two on the biceps, two on the forearms, and one on the wrist. Both arms. His fair complexion without a blemish, the muscular structure rippled with hard work. A thin set of earrings dangle from his ears, and a black choker remains tight around his throat. He's smiling with a sultry, fanged smirk.

Your imagination has already pieced him together and built him to your liking but look closer, dear reader, for the blue glow of demonic eyes snap up. They're painted with a hint of blue upon his eyelids, traced with dark liner. His right eyebrow is damaged, missing a small nick of hair.

He can see you.

He's looking right at you.

The Incubus famous for stealing away into Dreamland uninvited and invading a sleeper's dreams, drinking freely of the energies they produce in such a lovely gift. You've imagined him, your brain created him, and you've helped in bringing him to life in this world.

If the imagination creates it, becomes real.

They say there is only one chance for a first impression.

Do I have your attention now?

@daily-writing-challenge

#Incu And The King of Dreams #augustdwc2022 #augustday12022 #DWC #DWC2022

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lavender-appalachia · 5 months

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#nature #naturecore #dreamy #dreamscape #pastel #pastel sky #pastel skies #frosty #snow #snowy #snow covered #alaska #up north #winter #wintercore #by the lake #sunrise #sunrise aesthetic

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heyjupiter · 1 year

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The sakura first appeared in a lucid half-dream--the liminal space where other worlds dwell. Walking a snowy path from winter to spring, the blossoms looked like snow covered branches from a distance. As I approached them, they fell, soft and powdery, over everything as far as I could see. Somewhere between winter and spring, between dreaming and waking, cherry blossoms cascaded like snow across a dreamscape.

Full Post: Sakura Dreams

#sakura #japanese cherry blossom #northern thailand #thailand #dreamscapes #mythailife

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What would your own Nightopias look like and what kind of Nightmaren would live there?

I used to have a few figured out for aesthetics forever ago (like, a decade easily), but none of them were ever actually reoccurring and were just cool one-off dreams I had one time. While I'm still fond of the concept of Serenity Island (take the play island from the Destiny Islands from Kingdom Hearts and then hollow out the underside of the island and put a really cool hollow coral save in there), and Frozen Hill has some neat art potential (being a snowy nighttime winter scape with a frozen over lake and a snow covered massive jungle gym and playground structure and lots of pine trees), I'd probably adapt one of my more reoccurring dreamscapes instead.

Since I gave Shay the giant Toys R Us (which has an arcade stapled onto it that will probably be relevant later), that leaves my other commonly reoccurring locations as the hotel/water park hybrid (that said arcade connects to) and a giant mall complex that either has an underground section or connects to an underground section. Given that I am very bad at names, I've just been calling these Lucidia Mall and Lucidia Hotel. (Personally, going by what I've been operating on for my own fic lore, I'd probably have a blue Ideya and a white one so running on the 'one level per Ideya not counting red Ideya up to a max of three' that leaves me with two.)

The mall is a complex that seems to go on forever, varying from about three to five floors, sometimes more with a very high ceiling. There's at least one really cool water fountain and a bunch of stores. It's not based off of any one mall in particular but has the vibes of about three different malls I used to go to frequently/went enough to know roughly what's there I've been to plus a lot extra. The stores connect in completely illogical ways and there's a store for about everything. The only ones I can really think of that stick out are the jewelry/shiny objects store that somehow goes on for two floors, the scale broken store that vibes roundabout a JcPenny's/Bed Bath and Beyond/similar department stores. Let's call the underground section as connected. It vibes with the energy of a Japanese market side street with lower ceilings and a general vibe. But I remember having a dream with a really rad buffet. Chinese buffet level stuff but with way weirder foods (blueberry syrup tea comes to mind along with ice cream shaped into roses). This would probably be the white Ideya aligned Nightopia.

The hotel is a mix of a giant indoor pool/water park complex and an outdoor one that may or may not have a zoo attached to it? I vaguely remember a dream where loose zoo animals were a theme. But yeah, giant water park, huge slides all over the place and lots of pools. It has an arcade in the basement. Of the two, this one works better for an actual Nightopia if we're talking in terms of level design before more space to fly around it. One of the hot tubs is super deep and has the stained glass motifs from the Stations of Awakening from Kingdom Hearts. Generally a cool place to vibe. Blue Ideya associated because water motif.

Nightmaren-wise? Spiders, definitely spiders. Not canon to the games but I've got arachnophobia for those to be a thing. Aside from that uh. Not really sure? I don't really have a ton of phobias that make for good specific Nightmaren. Maybe the scorpion ones because arachnids are kinda freaky. Maybe moths. The water park would probably have the slightly freakier fish-based Nightmaren. Maybe some Shleep and Kircle for the hotel for obstacles in the outdoor section. Zero idea for boss Nightmaren, I'd probably have to make original ones and I don't have the brainpower for that right now lol.

I guess I gotta actually give these things names because of the games uhhhhh.

Let's go with Shining Mall (since the ceilings are all arched glass and the overall vibes are VERY bright) and Hydro Hotel. Level titles of ~The Infinite~ and ~The Vacation~ respectively.

#answered asks;;#mall named for the fact it goes on forever #hotel named for the fact that it evokes the vibes of water park hotel vactions #odds of queen bella being fitting for the mall: high

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bunny bunny BUNNY!!

omg omg i stay away from this platform for two days bc of stuff (nothing serious dw i've just been busy with some irl birthday lol) and i come back and see what??

okay, let's make some order:

- you've been in a car crash??? my baby i've read from your answers that you're better now but :////// anyways if the head wound still hurts i will pray for the fastest recovery!!

- congrats congrats on the 700 followers!! ✨ every time i see you reaching some sort of milestone i get really really happy eheh :3

- this is gonna be boring bc someone has beat me to the punch, but i too ship you with albedo! hehe i think you'd look super cute together <3 lil sweet bunny and the pretty alchemist

- last (but not least. definitely not least) omg the new piece???? i was dead set on declaring the tighnari part my favorite as soon as i finished reading it but then scaramouche happened and??? i need a second to breathe wow. i love him i love him i love him so much i wanna be the one that comforts him when he's feeling down sigh seriously tho i adored it. might be a bit of a personal bias bc ya know, it's my fave boys we're talking about but still. what a nice surprise to be back to.

and this is it! wanted to come back with some funny anecdote but i really didn't do much recently. ah, but my friends and i are making a series of board games about our favorite tv show and these days i've been busy making the trivial pursuit version of it. it turned out so cute i'm super happy :D

also! we haven't done the italian word of the day in a while so here you go: today's word is tartaruga, which means turtle, bc today i played with my turtle and he's just the cutest boy don't tell scara tho

bye bye buns! no matter what, i hope this ask finds you well

ti voglio bene!

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Goodness, I only left this a few days but those numbers have increased so much-

I now have 838followers,,, crazy, right? I couldn’t move past 600 for nearly two months and now I’m only 162 off my goal for this account…

It’s strange, there are times where I’m asking if it’s deserved, and honestly it’s a little overwhelming with the amount of new people here, but it’s been nice to finally have something I’m proud of be seen and talked about, it’s,,, it’s nice to have my abilities validated :,) I know that shouldn’t be important but I can’t help it, I like hearing nice things about my work

Mhm, I was in a car crash. I only came out with a cut on my forehead but I’m extremely hesitant getting into a car after;;; even now I’m clinging onto the seatbelt until my knuckles are white. But don’t worry fragola, I’m alright 💞

Hehehehehehe~ ahhh albedo my beloved, I love hearing how I’m shipped with him. Ahem… self indulgent little drabble, skip over this if you want;;; -

hand in hand on top a snowy mountain, a smile on our faces. we’re cold, our breaths mingling together through the cool mist exiting our lips, but the warmth in our chests is enough for us to not feel the unforgiving chill. enough for each other, for that is all we need. even the harshness of the hostile environment, all around us looks like a dreamscape - the winter wonderland you only hear about in fairy tales. yes, hand in hand, I’ve found the flame that keeps my heart alight, burning brightly. undying, like our unconventional love.

i love my boy so very much 💞

oh my god I put all my emotions for scara into that, I just really want to reach through the screen and reassure him that even though life has been cruel, there are some things that aren’t so bad. They might not last for long, but another good thing replaces it. (… maybe I’m not just talking about scara anymore)

Anyway-

Hehehe thank you dearest /)/////(\ scara was the highlight of that piece, but I liked all of them, tighnari’s was absolutely a self indulgent vent though college is killing me OTL

Hehe when I first read that I just thought of Tartaglia the tartaruga, and now an imagine of a lil turtle with water blades and a scarf lives in my head rent free - I hope you find this just as amusing, or maybe my humours just broken.

ti voglio bene, it’s nice to hear you’re doing well, don’t be a stranger and drop by my inbox whenever you’d like, I love hearing from my dear fragola <3

#bun speaks #🍓 anon #so sorry this is late I just have no energy for most things anymore #ily though #albedo my beloved #sorry for being so self indulgent in this;;;; but it came to me and I couldn’t stop OTL

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