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Shared Dreaming

Few thing are more personal or private than dreams, but through magic, technology, or a fold in the fabric of the universe, this dream is now shared.

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Top level posters are dream hosts. Provide three options of your character's dreams that other characters might visit, using the prompts if desired.

Prompts:

1. Idealized Dream - In this dream, it's your perfect version of your own life or your hoped-for future. Your hopes and dreams come true, and you just won a prize! Maybe senpai will even notice you. Your most impossible ambitions are reachable in your dreams.
2. Nightmare - What haunts you? Monsters, failure, and your worst fears all await you in the night, in the dark.
3. Embarrassment or Stress - You're naked in front of your high school class and you forgot to do your final project! You forgot that big project for work or you didn't study for the exam. Or whatever your own personal stress nightmares, you're now living it in this dream.
4. Deep Dark Secrets - Whatever your deep dark secrets, whether it's past crimes or pent-up emotional confessions, they can spill out in your dreams and you can release them all.
5. Nonsense dream - Flying pink elephants, the department of funny walks, and competitive flan decorating! Live your wildest crack shenanigans in your dreams.
6. Sexy Dream - No practical concerns or physical limitations need apply in your sexual fantasies. Bonus points if the other character walks in on a sex dream about them.
7.Fantastical AU - It's a dream, after all, it can be anything you desire. Wizarding school, flying carpets, fantastical quests, all of it can be real in your dreams.
8. Wildcard - Choose your own Dream adventure!

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[Dream options, or come up with your own!

1. Peaceful dream: Laurent young and happy in a meadow with flowers in his hair, and his brother and father alive and laughing in the background somewhere.

2. Nightmare: The palace by night, with rooms warped and hallways unending, and a giant, monstrous, roaring version of Laurent's uncle pursuing him (and now you) through the dark palace.]

[Idealized dream: An expensively modern house surrounded on all sides by a vibrant green forest. Adam sits inside in an impressive library, comfortable and relaxed with a book in his lap.

Nightmare: A lonely tower in an abandoned black city, and the wind hisses that Adam is worthless and unlovable, and that he deserves to be alone.

Kissing dream: Canonmates or assumed CR is fine!]

1. Idealized. Thomas and Martha are alive. Bruce is growing into a fine man and Alfred can't be happier to be included in this amazing family, even if he's only The Help

2. Deep Dark Secrets. So what sort of terrible things did Alfred do in his time with the Royal Marines? What sort of ghosts does a former SAS have? Blood and murder and violence is heavy in this dream

3. The thirsty option. The buttoned up Butler gotta get his rocks off somehow. Too bad he's having dreams about you, hmm?

[Do AIs dream of electric sheep?]

1. Idealized Dream: As an actual person and true member of the Legends.

2. Sexy Dream: Gideon's seen and quite literally heard what sex is, but this is the only way for her to experience it.

3. Fantastical AU: The Legends dress up in period clothing all the time and with talk about knights and ladies, royalty and magicians, it's hard not to dream about them.

Edited 2018-12-02 18:44 (UTC)

[ Open to all prompts (For anything sexy, M/M or OTA for castmates), setting and anything that goes along with it can be completely up to you. Dreams are crazy things, after all. The two listed below are the main themes of Malik's nightmares, stress, and secrets, so feel free to get creative with any sort of claustrophobic or dark settings if you'd like. Or just roll full on fucking crack Abridged Style and make Malik hate everything about his life that way. ~~My Kingdom for an Abridged character tag~~.

Assumed CR is fine, but it's just as fine to have your character stumble into the dreamscape of a total stranger, just let me know which you'd like to roll with! NOTE: Even with assumed CR, unless they're super close, they likely know nothing about the scars on his back or Yami Malik. He's pretty secretive about his past unless someone already knows about it.

2a. Nightmare; Everything around is pitch black except for the faint crackle of fire in the distance, a child's screams echoing throughout the stone halls of what must be a tomb. Following the sounds leads to a room with a ten year old strapped down to a table, the smell of burnt flesh and blood thick in the air, and the little boy crying as a dark, formless shadow hovers over his bloody mess of a back with a red glowing blade.

4a. Deep Dark Secrets;
One fine day in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Took out their blades and shot each other ]

Edited 2018-12-02 18:57 (UTC)

[ 1. Deep Dark Secrets: maybe he's on the grassy knoll, staring down the scope at JFK; helping the headmistresses at the red room roughhouse little girls into killing machines; dreaming something about hydra's manipulation of state secrets better off redacted.

2. Sexy Dream: getting it on in a natural hotspring surrounded by lush wakandan forests, miles and miles away from prying eyes. castmates preferred for this one.

3. Nightmare: lots of murder, innocent people pleading for their lives before he mercilessly kills them, re-capture scenarios, war. ]

((Anything but 3 or 4. Assumed CR would probably be good here.

For Sexy, M/F, adults only (If you could tell me your character's age that'd be great, I'm canonblind to a lot of things. To be fair I'll share Roland's age too: He's 48 in canon, but I can AU him as 20-24), ask first (and it's likely to be more romantic than sexy, at least to start with).

Also here's a canon "nightmare" (Warning: Jump scare, body horror, child death) you can use if you want.))

[m/m for anything shippy/smutty, otherwise OTA]

[I'm up for almost anything, really, except 3 or 5.

1. Jack has the Warrior, the Vault Hunters are dead or captured, and he's ready to unleash hell on Pandora. What an awesome day it is! Want a mimosa and some sunscreen to watch?

2. He lost. See: the game. This can be a replaying of a certain person's death, can be his own, can be him losing Helios, all are open!

4. He knew how it would end all along, but he refused to acknowledge it. He was better than it. He was smarter than destiny. He could have beaten it if he just--

6. ...bow chika bow wow.

7. See Tiny Tina's DLC.]

( not into 6. everything else is fair game! )

[1. Retirement. Church is there. Hell, everyone's there, and they're famous and finally getting recognized for being their badass selves. Life is good.

2. Losing his friends, himself. Felix. Church's death. People recognizing that he's not a good leader. Sometimes, that can totally take the vision of a monster, or a suit he had to wear once.

6. Bow chika bow wow.]

[It's weird to see what isn't real, to know it's not real. Especially since he also knows he's not supposed to be seeing anything, because he's supposed to be dead.

Which makes it extra weird when your best buddy who wasn't even there when he died is having some vague esoteric dream about said death.

(Listen. He's died enough times that he's not gonna look into it too deeply or interrogate it too much. These things just seem to happen, and honestly, he's pretty sure neither his life nor his death could get much weirder. He's just along for the ride. He's just happy to be here.)

Or maybe it's a dream about not being there? It's a lot sandier than he remembers. But then, Wash's head had been a lot snowier than he thought it would be. And not in the static way (but also that, too). But. On the offchance this is real, real and yet unreal at the same time:]

H-hey! Hey, is anyone out there? Wash? Tucker? Hey, somebody better fuckin' answer me here!

[Ignore any bright light on the edge of vision. That's not important. It's not approaching. It's already long since approached. It's never directly in sight, and Church is also pretty sure it doesn't belong here.]

[His hands feel walls, like worn stone. A cave? But it's too symmetrical. Manmade. Kaiba can feel, too, a change in clothes, like robes draped over him, like metal adornments on him, glinting just a hint from the light beyond.

This seems perfectly normal to him, in the landscape of a dream. Of course he's dressed like this, why wouldn't he be?

The question is more along the lines of where--but the more pressing question is who, who's screaming so horribly, or what, what's happening to that person and should he really be going toward it? Of course he should. It's in the direction of light, the only light there is, and the voice is...it's a child. It's just a kid. And if there's one thing Kaiba's not about to do, it's turn his back on a child in need. (Children not in need need not apply.)

His feet pick up the pace, not heeled boots but flat and smooth like sandals, and there's dust and sand kicked up with every step. Despite the barely-there lighting, he still seems turned around. It seems to come from every twist and turn and direction, and part of him wonders if he'll suffocate down in this stony tomb before he ever finds the child. But he follows the voice as best he can until the room before him opens up to a horrifying sight. It wafts over him in a moment of disgust and terror, but it only lasts a moment, two moments, before he launches himself forward, aiming to drive his shoulder into the side of the shadowed...whatever the hell monster it is. Not, perhaps, his smartest move ever, but he finds himself experiencing a lack of any available weapons, cards included.]

Get away from him!

[The sand in the cracks of his suit was so fucking annoying.

Sand Trap was familiar in a way that felt like he had never left (Had he? Was he ever really gone? What was real, anyway?). The hallways of the temple were the same solid brown that made up everything, air ground walls ceiling, and the light that slid through was fleeting and left over from old emergency lamps he had stuck around. It was the best he could do after being abandoned and left for dead.

Outside were the assholes waiting to kill him.

Outside was his team, what remained of it. The changes. Epsilon, but even that felt wrong, a see-through transparent idea because he was gone, too. Wasn't he?

But they were outside and Tucker was in, alone. Alpha was dead, they told him, told him everything that asshat ~~mentor~~ Wash talked him into and Tucker--

He needed to think about it, even if he couldn't. That asshole hadn't taken him with them. That asshole picked up everyone but him. Everyone-- but why the fuck did it hurt so bad? Why did losing him hurt so fucking bad? Why did this emptiness sit there, and why hadn't he been there to fucking save him?!

There was a cold breeze starting to sweep through the hallways, and Tucker's helmet tipped up a little to eye the snow blowing in the desert. It was bright and weird and he started to question it when he heard a voice--]

Epsilon?

[N..No, he was outside. What the fuck.]

[ How long has it been since he's heard anything other than his own screams and his pulse pounding in his ears? His voice, raw, broken, throat torn all to hell and still, he screams and cries, begging someone, anyone, to save him. Ishizu, Rishid... Why would they allow this to happen to him? Why him? It feels like he's been strapped down for eternity, the searing blade slicing into his flesh, again and again, every time more painful than the last, never allowing the wounds time to rest before the skin is pulled more, more marks, always more.

It never ends, and he doesn't think it ever will. He'll die like this, in the dark, alone save for the man slowly killing him. The man who was supposed to be his father. Malik's read books about families, the few he's been able to find around the tomb, and in them, they're supposed to be caring towards their child, supporting and helping them grow. Not this.

When another voice sounds suddenly, stops the pain, even for a few seconds, Malik's screams and sobs choke in his throat, a shocked gasp that's turned into another wretched sob as he tries to turn and see what's going on, only to tear even harder at the already cauterizing wounds making even the slightest movements that much more painful.

But the child catches a glimpse, the creature that had been torturing him wasn't his father, he knew it couldn't be, it was nothing more than a formless monster, a creature of solid darkness who knew nothing of love, or kindness, and who was at that moment screeching in a voice so shrill and high that it was hard to make out the words directed at the intruder. ]

Please...

YOU!! HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT THIS MOST SACRED OF RITUALS! LEAVE NOW, OR THIS PLACE SHALL BE YOUR TOMB AS WELL!

[ The child's cracked plea is drowned out by the screaming monster as it strikes out towards the intruder with it's glowing red dagger, intent on following through with its threat. And for an instant, the child fears someone else is going to be hurt because of him, will die trying to help him.

He's been screaming and crying for so long, it's hard to form words, but there's two he can make out, has to. Two he should never say, but the fear and anger and hope are consuming him and to hell with the rules. What's the creature going to do, beat him? Nothing will ever compare to the pain he feels now, there's no reason to fear anything other than this continuing. ]

The Rod!!!

[ The words are rough and cracked and following by coughing that's drowned out by yet another ear piercing screech from the creature, just as a wall to the far side of the room suddenly transforms. Instead of it being flat, there's now a table with two golden artifacts resting on it. The Millenium Rod and Necklace, glinting faintly in the firelight from the other side of the room. ]

(Open to all prompts except the Sexy Dream, these two are just the ones I'm giving a prompt for. If you have another one in these categories or something from another prompt listed above, or something entirely different, go wild.)

Deep Dark Nightmare
Tyzias had lost an important piece of her research into the Signless, has been caught, and is waiting to be publically executed in a cell. She knows Tagora and Tegiri, for working on the project with her, would at the very least be investigated, and Stelsa? She isn't sure.

That slim faint hope for being able to help change the future was fading, but there was still one thing she could do, with her death. You may meet her here.

or, you may meet her, wrists trapped by cuffs forming the Cancer zodiac sign, and a rope loose around her neck, moments from being culled.

"Mmmmartyer mmmme, I dare you."

Fantastical AU
Tyzias Entykk couldn't say she had any idea of what was going on. She was reduced in size to that of a five sweep old wriggler, had a talking hat placed upon her head, and was placed in some house called Ravenclaw whose colors (dual colors) were blue and bronze (not teal, or green of Slytherin which was the closest equivalent). She was to sit at that table, and the moment she did, someone close to her thinks now is a good idea to talk to her.

Or you can meet her in one of the classes. Perhaps during Flying lessons, which she was not a fan of but if it was required of her...Or History, in which you may be able to jolt her out of a self-study session. It can even be in a different year, or during some crazy magical shenanigans. Your choice!

Edited 2018-12-03 03:59 (UTC)

[He's faced down monsters both literal and figurative, and one of the lessons he's picked up through life - for better or worse - is to not show fear. Oh, you can be afraid all you like, so long as none of it comes across face or body language or voice. To be stone in the face of it, or raging fire, anything other than to give in to it.

Hell, he's even faced down a not dissimilar version of a not dissimilar father figure, but he hasn't put together all the pieces here yet, and it's the last thing he wants to think about.

The Rod, however.

Kaiba's moves are not hindered by his high priestly robes, nor does his coordination or physical condition seem to be hampered in this dream state he has yet to realize is a dream. It looks as though the two figures are going to bowl into each other, but he dodges aside, takes a roll, at the last moment. A leg sweeps out to trip the aggressor, and yet--the formless form is, indeed, formless, passing harmlessly through shadow like fog.

Okay. So. The Rod. Better plan. He scrabbles back up and bolts. No. Wait, he knows this. He knows these, the Items laid out, Ishizu's mystical fortune telling, and the Rod of the other duelist, the one with Ra, the one who lied and cheated his way into the tournament and--and what the hell did the Rod do? Make people catatonic? Make the wielder psychotic?

(So why is it calling to him? No. Don't be ridiculous. That's the adrenaline talking.)

He reaches, doesn't know what he'll do with it when he's got it, but he reaches at the behest of a scared and injured kid.]

I'll banish you from this world, and you'll never hurt another child again!

[What the fuck even is this place? He doesn't know it. Maybe it doesn't really exist. It's cold and hot and inside and outside and snowing in the desert--and he hears Tucker's voice.]

Tucker!

[Address identity later. Meet up now. He's not even sure if he should correct the misconception at this point. Time...he doesn't know the time. He doesn't know--time works wonky when you're a computer, okay? Teal? Is that teal-aqua-blue-green he sees?]

Why the hell is it snowing?

Edited 2018-12-03 18:27 (UTC)

[NIGHTMARE/DEEP DARK SECRETS: It isn't River's secrets she dreams of, but ones that she plucked out of other people's minds: The slow death of Miranda and the creation of the Reavers, mysterious men in blue gloves watching passively as people bleed slowly to death, the darkest moments in the trenches of the Unification War, and doctors in the Academy stripping the brains of a lifeless-looking unconscious version of herself, all playing out in disjointed pieces around her.

IDEALIZED DREAM: River is a dancer with her brain whole and healthy, the young adult she never got a chance to be. Sometimes the dream skips back a moment, here and there, when her own messed-up thoughts leak into it; she doesn't seem to be aware of it.

FANTASTICAL AU: Walking through a normal day on Earth may not seem fantastical to someone who comes from there, but to River, who's only ever known the place through stories, it's a strange new world to investigate. One that might be a little strange to somebody who knows it better -- hey, the history books don't always get everything right.

OTHER: Game for anything but sexy dreams; feel free to make a suggestion or run with something else.]

[ oh noooo. i know we're all over the place. or in 2 places. but can we do this too bc it's them. fffff. ]

[ y! leggo. ]

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kylo ren ( STAR WARS ) ota

Laurent of Vere | Captive Prince

Adam Parrish | The Raven Cycle

Alfred Pennyworth | Gotham | OTA

Catra | She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Gideon | DCTV

Malik Ishtar 𓂀 Yu-Gi-Oh! DM 𓂀 OTA

bucky barnes. mcu.

Anders | Dragon Age | OTA

Scarecrow | Batman Arkham Knight | ota

Roland Crane, Ni no Kuni 2

Takashi "Shiro" Shirogane | Voltron

Handsome Jack | Borderlands

Duncan | Dragon Age | ota

Lavernius Tucker | Red vs Blue

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alas, not abridged, but let's 2a the shit out of this anyway

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hells yes

Tyzias Entykk | Hiveswap Friendsim| OTA

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River Tam | Firefly

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