#dreamshare

[vodkassassin]

had a dream last night where the person I considered my best friend in my preteen-early teen years (who I later found out actually actively disliked me and shit talked me behind my back to all our other friends. we have not spoken in like a decade and I’ve moved so past this that I don’t even feel upset anymore when I remember it) randomly showed back up in my house out of the blue and tried to kill me via garroting with razor wire when she realized she wasn’t able to gaslight me into relabeling her as my best friend.

It actually shocked me awake. Mostly because, before she showed up, the dream was mostly about me desperately trying to find a really cool last-minute Halloween costume bc the holiday had snuck up on me. So I was NOT anticipating that plot twist at all.

[thenwhatthefukcisthis]

[wangxianficrecs]

Shine Brightly, That I May Glow by TheLegendOfChel

Shine Brightly, That I May Glow

by TheLegendOfChel (@the-legend-of-chel)

M, WIP, 62k, Wangxian

Summary:Every thousand years, two soulmates are born; one blessed by the power of the sun and the other by the moon. The Lan Sect rejoices when their second young master bears the mark of the moon. However, his other half is nowhere to be found. With every year that passes, the cultivation world becomes more desperate to find the missing sun spirit, and the Wen Clan in particular seems increasingly intent on claiming the sun spirit as their own. ----- When Lan Wangji is fifteen he meets Wei Wuxian, a guest disciple who is loud, annoying...and bright in every possible way. Kay's comments: This story is on hiatus, but it's definitely still definitely a story you should check out! It has the sun & moon combination of Wangxian that I am very fond of, Lan Wangji blessed by the moon and Wei Wuxian blessed by the sun, soulmates who are meant to be. Only no one knows that Wei Wuxian is blessed by the sun, because the Wens are yearning to claim the sun spirit for themselves and yet, Wangxian are still drawn to each other. I love their relationship in this, being drawn together despite Wei Wuxian's hidden identity as the sun spirit. It's just *chef's kiss* Excerpt: That being said, they were few and far between. Lan Wangji usually acted like Wei Wuxian didn’t exist, sometimes going so far as to put a silencing spell on him. Rude. Wei Wuxian would then retaliate by making silly faces at Lan Wangji, but the moon spirit didn’t even seem to notice. There were a few times Wei Wuxian considered just telling Lan Wangji that he was the sun spirit. He promised the Jiangs that he wouldn’t reveal his true identity to anyone, but surely Lan Wangji didn’t count? However, in the end Wei Wuxian decided against it. Maybe he would have felt differently if Lan Wangji had been more open to his friendship from the start, but Wei Wuxian knew that if he told Lan Wangji they were soulmates now and Lan Wangji changed his tune, a part of Wei Wuxian would always wonder if it was only out of a sense of responsibility.

pov alternating, canon divergence, everyone lives/nobody dies, soulmates, soulmate-identifying marks, secret identity, identity reveal, mutual pining, secret relationship, dreamsharing, light angst, jiang cheng/nie huaisang, sangcheng, kidnapping

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[chatlote]

I Remember. As promised to the Anon who requested more dreamshare AU submas!

[kanthonyficrecs]

Featured Fic (Modern AU)

i know by citydelhi Rating: E Summary: kate and anthony share a series of dreams of a distant past life. they might be just as stupid now as they were centuries ago.

[vinelark]

Hiii bbts is probably my favourite fic ever and I think you're a fantastic writer. I've never heard of the other fandoms you've written for, but are your other fics something I could read without knowing much or would I need some more context to enjoy them?

this is such a sweet ask, thank you!! a lot of my fics are AUs that could probably be read without knowing a ton about the source material. of all of them, though, i'd probably recommend my wangxian fic this river runs to you; it's an AU longfic so it does a lot of new worldbuilding/exposition within the fic itself, and also has the main characters meeting for the first time within the plot, so there's no assumed backstory knowledge there. i feel like this one would be especially fun to read if you like bbts, because it also has misunderstandings, kidnappings, a bit of a secret identity reveal, and a genius pov character with a penchant for self-sacrifice 🫡

(and if you do like it, the source material--the novel mo dao zu shi & the drama the untamed--are very very fun, and the fandom has so much good fic to read if you end up wanting more.)

[benvenutio]

actually should i write the clegan inception au or is that too niche for everyone

[waitineedaname]

There was a reason Greed refused to sleep around them. He didn't need to sleep in the first place, and these days, it was more trouble than it was worth. But his companions were insistent, and this body of his was unfortunately human. The sleeping bag they'd gotten him was enticingly soft… It wouldn't hurt to attempt to sleep, just this once, would it?

I've been poking away at this sleep fic (often when trying to fall asleep myself!) for the past couple months. it's finally in a form I'd consider finished! enjoy!

[mister-eames]

@inception30daychallenge day 21: What would you want to use dreamshare technology for?

Ooof. Therapy, probably. To go back and... not so much re-imagine my earlier mistakes so that they don't play out that way, but to play out those memories in order to be able to talk to my younger self with the wisdom of my older self, as she is making those mistakes, and as things are happening to her. I mean, not to get too serious of anything, but I'd like to use it to give her, that younger version of me, support that no one else gave her when she needed it. Forgiveness for the choices she made when things were out of her control; to be the adult in the room.

Alternatively and much more likely, I'd use it to build my dream house (a giant ass treehouse that I'd never have the money for and that would probably defy the laws of physics) and just chill in there. That would be dope af.

[dnffics]

he lives in blue light

by anonymous

Rated T, 4.4k words

Tags: Fantasy, falling in love, dreamsharing

Summary:

“What if we all disguised ourselves as doctors and came to visit you on the way back?” suggests Sapnap, very obviously out of options. “You might be seeing things, dude. Maybe you need a checkup.” “You are not using my ship’s ghost as an excuse to stop and throw a party here,” George says, archly, and hangs up on him.

George and the gaping maw of outer space, and the people who find you in spite of the distance.

[joyce-bi-ers]

i love how inception implied that Arthur and Eames vaguely know each other because they’ve probably worked together before ( „Mhh, Arthur. You still working with that stick in the mud?“)(„Eames? No, he’s in Mombasa“) but the fandom just went no they’re married actually

[thenwhatthefukcisthis]

I love the banter scenes, falling chairs and insertions of IV lines but I absolutely ADORE this scene where arthur and eames team up to roast yusuf. in fighting side by side they can make a lethal duo, engaged in a deadly dance wiping off enemies, but that has got nothing on them paired against a common rival-snarklord.

here’s yusuf, who always gets the last line, is the bane of eames existence cause he. would. not. shut. up. about. notconfessingtoarthur, is not afraid to tell arthur that he is in fact a huge stick in the mud sometimes, has been jolting them awake (read: scaring the living crap out of them) during the somnacin test runs... in distress, and arthur and eames decide that they simply can not let this opportunity pass up.

with everything and anything they hold dear at stake, barely two steps in to this giant ball of danger, arthur and eames collectively decide to turn in to the funniest bitches alive to make sure yusuf knows that he’s in crap and do it with straight faces I hate them

[chatlote]

Did you ever have any more ideas or doodles for the dreamshare au? If I was more talented would show you some of the ideas I had for them. The au gave me a lot of comfort when I was having a lot of stress and anxiety. I still think about it when I get a little too anxious, which always helps.

At first, when I read your ask I thought I had run out of ideas, and suddenly remembered all the notes I wrote, turns out I do have more! I'm thrilled that my AU helped you in a stressful time and I wanna be able to give you something more if I can <3

I started working on a new comic as soon as I saw this ask, here's a sneak peek sketch!

[media-enthusiast]

"Nightmares"

Summary: Serena has a nightmare spurred by a bad memory. May shares her own, very similar experience. Based on this unused scene where Ash is possessed. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMNtMOQetQI

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“Ash…?”

The boy she had feelings for turned around, giving the group a menacing look. His eyes…

She started to close the distance between them. “Ash, what’s wrong?”

“Serena!” A voice called out. “Get away from him, now!”

“Ash please, snap out of it! I can help you!”

An orb began forming in the trainer’s hand.

“He can use aura?!” Baraz cried out in shock.

The orb flew out of Ash’s hand. “Watch out!”

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Serena shot up from her sleeping bag breathing heavily. She took in her surroundings as she tried to get her breathing under control; she was still in the tent.

Her eyes shifted to her brunette companion, jumping a little as she found a pair of piercing sapphire-blue eyes staring back at her.

“I heard you mumbling in your sleep,” May stated as matter of fact, sitting up in her sleeping bag. “Bad dream?”

“You could say that.” Serena replied.

“I heard Ash’s name once or twice.”

Serena gulped.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No. Yes. Maybe.”

May raised an eyebrow and Serena sighed. “Yes.”

The brunette looked to the side. “Ash hasn’t told me much, but I know something happened to him.”

Serena tilted her head. “What do you mean?”

“When we get to talk on the video phone, he…” May hesitated. “He will occasionally get this look in his eyes, like he is afraid. He will slightly lean back and he won’t speak for a few seconds.”

May placed a gentle, comforting hand on Serena’s shoulder.

“Now, I have my suspicions but I still don’t know for certain; so please… What happened in Dahara City?”

“How did you know it was about—?” “Serena, please.” May interrupted. “You were mumbling his name like you were scared. I know what happened during the other events and it is nothing that would have made someone even a tiny bit afraid of him. It’s the one Kalos event that he still doesn’t talk about. I am not an idiot.”

The blonde hesitated but soon sighed. She could not keep this bottled up forever.

“It's not Ash specifically that I am afraid of, I trust him with my life.

May smiled. She felt the same way.

“Basically, there was this… spirit, that was inside a bottle. Anyone who touched it would become possessed by it. Some things happened and the bottle was falling to the ground. To stop it from breaking and be lost forever, Ash jumped and caught it. He was… the spirit possessed him. That wasn’t what scared me though.”

May nodded, indicating for her to continue.

“When he turned around… I don’t know how to describe it, May. He… he was gone. His shoulders were squared up like in a fighting stance, his eyes were red. His face was of pure evil.

“I tried to talk him down. I thought I could get through to him but he didn’t listen. Then he…” Serena wiped a lone tear away. “He threw an aura sphere at me!”

May’s eyes grew a little. Even if Ash couldn’t use much aura, she was glad his powers either weren’t or couldn’t be accessed by the spirit that possessed him back in Kanto.

Serena continued. “Luckily, Pikachu must have escaped from Bonnie’s arms because he hit it with a thunderbolt. After that, the spirit tried to fight some more but Hoopa got it out of Ash.” She sighed.

“I just can’t get the image of him possessed out of my head. I know it wasn’t really him but… you know.”

May was silent for a long time.

“Believe it or not, I know exactly how you feel.”

Serena was confused. “Huh?”

“That look in his eyes that I told you about? I have only ever seen him with that look once before. After he got possessed by the King of Pokélantis.”

“He’s been possessed before?!”

May nodded. “It was during our journey through the Kanto Battle Frontier. Ash was going to face Brandon in his Battle Pyramid. We accidentally found ourselves in some ruins after the ground collapsed beneath our feet. This is where we first met Brandon. One thing led to another and Ash came across a stone orb, similar to a Pokéball. A spirit trapped inside possessed him. The spirit never attacked us directly, but it used Brandon’s referee, in order to force an attack to be called off.”

Serena audibly gasped.

“Eventually, we got the spirit out and sealed it inside the orb again.”

“Ash never mentioned any of that when he spoke about his journeys with you guys.” Serena said.

May gave a tight smile. “I’m not surprised. While he did apologize to everyone, even though most of what happened wasn't his fault, he never really talked about how he felt about it. Even though the experience clearly affected him.”

Serena nodded. “Same here.”

May kept talking. “I helped Max deal with it and Brock dealt with it in his own way I guess. But me and Ash… honestly, we struggled. It affected me a lot more than I initially thought. We both found ourselves struggling to sleep. Sometimes, we would sit beside each other and watch the stars until we got tired. Other times, we would just stare at each other from our sleeping bags or beds in the Pokémon Center until one of us fell asleep.”

Serena fiercely fought off the small pit of jealousy that started to form in her stomach. Now was not the time.

"Eventually though, he stopped getting that look and we were more or less back to normal. After I saw him on tv during the event in Dahara City, I called him via video phone. That's when I saw that look had come back."

Serena nodded. "Sometimes, whenever I had my eyes closed but wasn't really out yet, I would hear Ash jerk in his sleep.”

May’s brow furrowed in worry.

“When did the bad dreams stop for you?” Serena asked.

“Actually, I still have them.”

Serena was surprised “You still get nightmares?! Even after so long?!”

May shifted uncomfortably. “Sometimes. They’ve gone down in frequency though. Maybe once a year for that particular dream. If you count other events during my journey though, I’ll have a really bad nightmare maybe once every four to five months.”

Serena grimaced. “So will I," she admitted.

There was another long period of silence.

“I take it you haven’t talked to him about it?”

Serena shook her head. “No. I’m sure you know but he doesn’t like to talk openly about what he is feeling unless it’s joy. Have you?”

May also shook her head. “No, we haven’t. Perhaps we should have; and maybe someday we will. But we could tell what the other was going through. We were just quietly there for each other.”

May gave a small smile. “We’re in sync, I guess. When he stops talking and gets that look in his eye, we just… look at each other. I know something happened to him in Kalos and he knows that I know. We comfort each other in those few seconds.” The girl shrugged. “And maybe that’s enough.”

Serena was unsure. “You think?”

May nodded. “I do.”

May then smiled fully. “But if you want to talk to him about it, I’m positive he will listen. I can’t guarantee he will open up himself, but he will listen. Trust me, it will get better. Just be there for each other and the nightmares will get better.”

Serena smiled back and nodded.

[apphiarothowrites]

More Dreams Shared

(call this bitch a redux, let's go over it again but make it brand new because I decided I didn't like the angle I came at it with before. maybe call this bitch an edit, a second draft, because there's parts of the original that I like that will be the same that I literally just copy/pasted but I'm Doing It Differently Damnit)

Marco lives to 22 never sharing his dreams. When he ate his fruit and his need for rest diminished to barely an hour a night he didn't think it would be a problem. He didn't have a soulmate, his dreams were a black void of restful nothing and didn't seem in a state to change when he was 14 (when he ate the fruit that changed it all turned that restful nothing into a bed of obscured feathers, surrounding him in the warmth of his own hidden body and let him soothe himself by listening to his own heart beat).

Then only a scant two months after his 22nd birthday, everything changes. He falls asleep knowing he'll be up and active again in two hours and instead of the dark, familiar nothing he gets...something else. Riots of sound and color, voices that make his ears bleed saying things he can't understand, sensation whirring in patterns he's never known before. A presence, confused and distant but resting all the same as Marco is, is there waiting for him.

When he wakes up, disoriented and disturbed, he tells Pops immediately. Pops' expression becomes thoughtfully grave and serious, like he knows something Marco doesn't. He tells Marco to give it time. A few months, maybe things will become clearer.

They don't.

Instead, just a few weeks into the strange new routine, a second presence appears. The riot of color and sound and confusion only intensifies. Marco can barely sense anything through the cacophonous atmosphere, let alone where these two strangers might be in relation to himself in it all. Their collective overstimulating dreamscape leaves Marco shaken and tired upon waking.

His dreams become something he dreads. He drives himself to exhaustion avoiding the need to sleep. He finds the limits of his fruit's ability to renew his stamina, pushes beyond those, and crashes hard multiple times. His crashes result in prolonged 8-hour deep sleeps in that massive rushing, pushing, incoherent riot of color and sound that have him curling around himself in pain. Overstimulated and pushed to the edges of what he can handle.

He tries so many times to make it stop, pushes against the dreams until they burst into riotous nightmares of rejection and oppressive sorrow. He tries different angles, finding the edges of the dreams where he can pry a little peace out of the cacophony of insanity instead of trying to force it all away from himself-finds ways to work around instead of reject his soulmates. He reaches out for them every time, tries to tell them somehow that it's all too much and he can't handle everything that they're experiencing and forcing him to experience with them, but it never works. They never respond, seemingly only able to throw emotions he can't name and sights or sounds he can't understand at him without pause.

Pops eventually gives him the nudge. If he can't reach them, then he must allow them to come to him. He must assert his will the way he had previously-create his restful, warm, feathery nothing once again and wait them out.

So he does. He pulls the edges of the dream around himself, sections off a little part of the whole thing just barely big enough to fit into, and bundles down in there. He can rest again in his dreams, the walls of the dream muting the sound and sights and sensations and the tiny gap left behind enough to give him a peek into how his soulmates grow and change.

It takes years.

And then, all at once, he can see-hear-perceive them--and he wishes he didn't.

[nubreed73]

WiP Wednesday - Arthdal Chronicles edition

Intro to my Arthdal Chronicles WiP - the Priest!Saya/Sacred dancer!Eunseom Temple Invasion AU nobody asked for (Twincest, many Dead Dove concepts though this snippet is tame)