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#092.5 - Gastly posses gas-like bodies that allow them to sneak into any place they desire; however, while they are young this gaseous matter can be dispersed by heavy winds. As Gastly grow, their bodies condense and they will begin to form spectral hands, which they will use to beckon their victims into the darkness. They also begin to develop a specialized neurotoxin that coats their tongues, which will paralyze victims upon contact. Maturing Gastly will begin to hunt humans, so trainers must be cautious before approaching wild Gastly or Haunter.

#093.5 - Haunter are very capable predators who survive in the wild by stealing their prey’s lifeforce; the key to their evolution. They prefer hiding in darkness, where they can create illusions to lure potential victims. As they age, they will begin to hide within a person’s shadow and stalk them throughout the day. Trainers who are looking to evolve their Haunter must find another way to provide them sufficient energy, such as the surge from electronically trading. Haunter who have satisfied their hunger have been known to pull harmless pranks.

Named: Gastly - Gheisture - Haunter - Spectrace - Gengar

#094 Mega - Despite wild Gengar’s often sinister intentions, trained Gengar are known to be loyal to their trainers if treated well, and are capable of mega evolving if their bond is powerful enough. During the mega evolution process, Gengar will open a dormant third eye, which allow them to see into the dimensions they originated from and grants them additional special attack power. They will also sink partially into the ground, where they can unknowingly grab onto opponents’ shadows and prevent escape.

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The dreams it has invented have been hell, and yet still this dream stands out, burying you in the wall of a laboratory meant to contain just this. The lights never run out of bulbs here, they're constantly changed, reinforced, and they're augmented by normally invisible laser trips.

The room is gargantuan and empty, and inside of the central piece of it lies the ugly twisting shape of that hundred and more-foot long metal sarcophagus. Contained in front of it, the blackened pride and joy of Team Rocket, the Master Ball, sits in front of you under the countless motion sensors and disruptors.

You are the witness to what happens next. You've seen things hatch before, their shells splitting.

It's like that. A split appears on the purple top. It rocks once, and another crack appears across the button sealing it firmly together.

Twice, and the band starts bubbling.

Three times.

Nothing else happens, but the coldest dread and deepest fear settles in your gut while you watch hundreds of small red dots begin hitting something invisible rising like smoke out of it.

Nix is getting off the train, boots clacking rhythmically against the tiled floor, when they feel their legs begin to give out. They reach out for Solrock, brushing their own psychic energy against their companion, a signal for assistance as cataplexy steals the strength from their muscles.

Its been so long since their last episode that the sensation of muscles slackening, knees bending, fingertips tingling, almost comes as a surprise. Almost.

And then the cold hand of sleep pulls them in.

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The dream is of containment. Lights bearing down like the sun, sterile. Restrained. The empty space crackling with an inexplicable pressure. A coffin cuts through the place, ink-black, somehow pulsing with energy and completely still. The Master Ball sits, a triumph of Rocket science, overshadowed by the enormous sarcophagus. Almost like an offering.

And something is terribly wrong.

The ball strains, and to Nix's growing horror, it splits. First along the crown, then across the button. The band bubbles and hisses, corroding. And then… nothing.

The air is still, silent, but dread seizes their guts with a cold twist as hundreds of tiny red lights draw an outline around a strange mist-

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The return to consciousness is uncharacteristically abrupt. Nix's head snaps up with a start, nearly colliding with Solrock. The world spins for a moment and then stills. They're still on the train platform, feet still (mostly) holding them up. A considerate stranger stands nearby, keeping an eye on them. Nix nods to her politely and clears their throat before righting themself properly.

They have to get to Saffron.

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dream mist

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reblogging Nix's dream session technique again

Nix is an Oneirologist; a researcher in the study of sleep and dreams. Their practice aims to assist people and pokemon in processing the influence of their unconscious mind, memories, and experiences through manipulation of dream states and spaces.

They are a born Psychic, that much is known to their clients. Those who care to learn more about them likely wouldn’t be surprised to know that they also have a sleep disorder. After all, there are few things that motivate people to learn more than personal necessity.

Though not all would agree, Nix feels deeply that all three of these things (ghosts, sleep and dreams) are linked. As a professional the link seems natural enough, after all both Ghost and Psychic Pokemon share the propensity to observe, manipulate and consume the dreams of others.

Now, in their early 40s, they have developed several techniques by which to interact with dreams and dream spaces. The most in-depth and effective way they have found to study the dreams of their patients has been through a ritual technique that they have developed alongside their companion pokemon, Musharna.

This technique allows both people and Pokemon to open their dreams to others, the process is outlined below.

First, Nix and their client typically meet at a place in which the client, also known as the Dreamer, will be able to effectively sleep. This can be done anywhere that the Dreamer is comfortable, but is typically in the Dreamer’s home. 

Before the session begins Nix and the Dreamer will sit down and discuss the purpose of the Dream Session. More often than not, a client has reached out because they have a recurring dream or nightmare that they wish to investigate and further understand. During this discussion and planning stage Nix retrieves two pipes from their belongings–the necessary tools for the ritual.

The pipes are handmade, long-stemmed and made from clay. The clay itself is fragile, powdery and thin–tinted the same light blush color of Dream Mist. These two pipes, one for Nix and one for the Dreamer, are fail safes. They will appear in the dream, if either the client or Nix need to end the session safely, one need only break the pipe to return to consciousness.

The Dreamer is instructed to make themself comfortable and restful. Once situated, one of Nix’s pokemon will assist by way of Hypnosis, they will be instructed to sleep and dream (of what they discussed). When REM sleep takes hold, Musharna then reaches out to consume the dream in progress.

As Musharna consumes the dream, Dream Mist begins to pour out of the false ‘third eye’ on her forehead. It is this mist that Nix grasps psychically, pulling the substance (both airy and somehow heavy with energy) toward them, pressing it into their own pipe. They twist the mist tight and dense with an unseen hand, packing it into the bowl of the pipe. It’s a delicate process, and a strange one; not even Nix can properly explain it.

Once sufficiently packed with material Nix lights the pipe, breathing in deeply. They then blow several concentric smoke rings. The smoke hangs in the air, hovering like the Dream Mist it was created from. They smoke until nothing remains to burn. When the embers finally fade, Nix’s Pokemon send them to sleep with Hypnosis, same as the Dreamer, pipe held loosely in-hand. 

Then they lucid dream. 

Years of practice have given Nix the skill to begin lucid dreaming with the ease of putting on a favorite coat. It’s almost second nature for them to wake up within a dream and peel themself away from their physical bounds. Soul separated from body, they seek out the Dream Smoke created from their client’s Dream Mist and pass through it like a portal into the client’s Dreamscape, clay pipe in-hand.

Dreamscapes vary wildly from individual to individual: for some they are perfectly-average realities, indistinguishable from the waking world. For others, more abstract: shimmering light or winding dark, all sounds and shifting angles. People contain multitudes and experience has shown Nix that each Dreamer and their own internal world are unpredictable and unique.

Within that Dreamscape lies the Dreamer. Dependant upon the skill of the Dreamer, and their ability to lucid dream, they may be aware they are dreaming or not. Regardless, two things will be true. One, their dream body, how they’re represented in this Dreamscape, is a reflection of their soul. And two, they will be in possession of their clay pipe. The fail safe. 

If the Dreamer is aware, the two can begin manipulating the space together–a joint process that is different for each patient, planned out at the beginning of the session.

Once complete, or in the case of a setback or client discomfort, either Nix or the Dreamer may break their clay pipes. Once one pipe is broken, both are forced out of their dreaming states and back into their waking bodies.

Some Additional Notes:

The clay pipes that act as Ritual Objects have a slight pink tint because they contain a trace amount of Dream Mist. Dream Mist itself has a faint shimmer & tint which includes particulate that Nix refines into a fine powder. The powder is mixed into the clay before being fired. The Dream Mist that this powder is refined from is generated by Musharna from Nix’s own dreams.

This part of the process is a closely-guarded secret. The technique is powerful and in the wrong hands could be used to invade someone’s dreams unwillingly to wreck terrible havoc and cause significant psychological harm. 

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fun fact about me, I've practiced lucid dreaming since childhood and its incredibly rewarding when successful :)

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REPORT 0235 - THE GARDENER (Client Name Redacted for Privacy)

Today's Client is an unusual case. It was his granddaughter who reached out initially. She informed me that he had been sleeping less and less, and had grown “strange" of late. She's concerned about his health considering the Sleep Sickness that is overtaking the city, she wants my insight.

Every Client I've seen suffering from the sickness has shared two common factors. The first, a bodily resistance to entering a sleep state, either naturally or through hypnosis. The second, Soul Mutilations in the form of holes. They start small–tiny tears in the flesh of the spirit. Then they rapidly expand, shredding the soul to pieces. Physical health declines quickly, eventually leading to death. If the Client is truly ill with this sickness we have little time left.

Client is a professional Gardener. He serves the upper and business classes in Saffron City. This meeting will be our first face-to-face contact. He has requested to have his Parasect present as moral support. His face is creased with wrinkles consistent with a man in his early 70s. His skin is sun-warm from years spent outside, there’s soil under his fingernails.

A closer look shows the dark bags underneath his eyes. His flesh seems a bit too taut, veins in his eyelids and hands stand out. His skin and eyes have the yellow tinge of someone experiencing liver or kidney problems.

He sits, hands folded, wearing a pleasant smile. His Parasect chitters next to him. His face is a careful mask. 

By request of the Client’s family, we will be recording our pre-Dream Session discussion. 

[There is an embedded Audio Log in the report. A recording 7 minutes and 36 seconds long. Below the embed is a button that reads ‘Transcribe Audio’. The recording starts in the middle of a sentence]

Nix: -would you mind telling me a bit about how you spend your time? 

Client: Gardening, mostly. It’s my profession.

Nix: Just your profession?

Client: Well, I suppose it’s my passion too. Working in the soil calms my mind. Connects me to the earth. It’s where I met Parasect too.

[The audio-recording picks up the hollow-sounding noise of the gardener patting Parasect’s mushroom with an open palm.]

I don’t know what I’d be without her. 

Nix: It sounds like Parasect is very important to you.

Client: Yes. 

You know, the mushroom that she grows, Tochukaso, is incredibly valuable as well. I put it in everything. My garden, food, tea….I even put it into my special mulch.

Nix: Special mulch?

Client: Yes. Mostly wood chips and sawdust. I sprinkle Tochukaso spores into the mix, just like Parasect do to their eggs. 

Nix: And this helps… improve the soil?

Client: Yes, of course. Tochukaso break down organic matter around it. Spread nutrients around.  

[The Gardener goes quiet. The seat creaks audibly as he leans forward. His voice is clearly intended to be a whisper but now louder due to his proximity to the recorder.]

Client: …It has medicinal properties too, you know. Everyone should try it.

[Silence hangs in the air again until Nix clears their throat.]

Nix: It sounds like you love your work. Though… forgive me. We are also here to take a look at your dreams. Would you be willing to tell me about them?

[The Gardener sighs sharply, as though he dislikes being reminded of why he's here.]

Client: I don’t think they’re unusual. I dream of gardening. 

Nix: Just gardening? Your granddaughter mentioned that you’ve been losing sleep. That recently you’ve been found outside sleepwalking near the garden. 

Client: That’s harmless.

Nix: I hope you'll  pardon my candor. You've been waking up screaming. That hardly seems benign.

[There's a pause, silence stretching long enough for the recording to adjust to the ambient sound of the Gardener rubbing his dry hands together.]

You’ve agreed to come see me today. If your dreams are truly harmless I'll be able to confirm that for your granddaughter as well.

[The Gardener sighs.]

Client: …I suppose you’re right.

Still, I'm not lying when I say that I'm gardening. That’s all I dream of. Every night I have to make more mulch with Parasect. 

Nix: Is there a reason you make it every night?

Client: I can smell sour mulch. 

Nix: Sour mulch?

[The Gardener audibly huffs. Terse.]

Client: Yes. It smells horrible. It should smell like fresh-cut wood. Soil. Instead it’s rotten eggs. Sulfer. Ammonia. It needs to be replaced. 

We make some new every night and then we search for the source of the smell. 

Nix: And then what happens?

Client: …I don't remember.

[His tone is firm. There is nothing else to say.]

Nix: I see. Well… perhaps the three of us could finish your task together.

Client: I would appreciate that.

[The Client’s Parasect chitters.]

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[Post Session Text Log]

On the surface the client seemed lucid enough. Very focused on his hobbies, not terribly strange. The Client’s resistance to sharing the contents of his dreams could be attributed to being private. It’s difficult to say if his behavior stems from Sleepless Sickness or one of the myriad degenerative effects of old age. 

All we could do was proceed with the Dream Session. Hypnosis was indeed difficult, but not conclusive alone. Regardless, I resolved to investigate this dream to the fullest. If this man is truly afflicted with the Sleeping Sickness then I must do all I can to gather information on its effects. And try to stop it. 

Entering the dream was unexpectedly disorienting—A broad, black space without indication of up or down. It took some time moving through the dark before I was able to spot a pinprick of gray and head toward it. 

It took 45 minutes in real time to arrive at the Garden. The light there was pallid and weak,  unusual for the type of individual who thrives under the warm light of the sun. Deep shadows shrouded rows of roses with heads so heavy the branches could barely withstand it.

The world was varying shades of translucent gray.

When I arrived the Client was already on his hands and knees, working the earth, shrouded in protective clothes. A heavy wool sweater with the sleeves rolled up to accommodate rubber gardening gloves. Sturdy overalls over well-worn boots. A scarf and floppy hat, complete with ear covers. His Parasect, at least the dream version of her, was working alongside him. Releasing spores.

I remember thinking that he seemed larger here than in the waking world. 

He looked incredibly ill, spidery veins bulging against the thin skin of his forehead. I could already smell there was something rotten in the area. He huffed out that he’d been waiting for me for long enough. That the two of them had already finished preparing the replacement mulch. That we just need to find the source of the smell.

The three of us searched for hours. The air was dense with the scent of rancid eggs. It made my head pound. We searched the cramped space of the Garden ten or more times, digging holes and overturning wood chips only to find healthy mycelium.  

The Gardener and his Parasect were visibly agitated. Truthfully, I was agitated as well. In frustration, he gripped one of his gloves and ripped it off, throwing it on the ground. The first thing I noticed was the veins throbbing angrily in his hand. 

Then I saw the bulging darkness on his forearm. The horrific smell increased tenfold.

I said ‘It’s you’. Without thought. 

I cannot describe the impossible way his body lurched—skin rippling and arms twitching, like his muscles were fighting against themselves. It was instinct for me to jump forward, grab his sleeve. His Parasect made a strange, shrill noise and reached out at the same time, claw grasping at the wool sweater. The sweater split.

The substance that came tumbling out of his clothes was truly foul. Hot. A smell that defies explanation. It was hot to the touch. Wet and dark with moisture. Lumps of ropy intestine braided with clumps of sour mulch. The sweater seemed to come apart entirely after that.

There was an enormous hole in his side. And it was packed with mulch. Spidering through it was a grotesque, sickly network of mycelium—the veins that had been bulging under his skin.

And then his Parasect shrieked. It rained spores. Both the Gardener and I were paralyzed before we could understand what had happened. 

It was… fortunate that my glasses fell off when I landed. Parasect wasted no time in fulfilling her duty. The paralysis was not enough to stop his screams as she replaced the rot with fresh, clean mulch. Full of Tochukaso. 

I don’t want to know how long it was until Parasect stepped on the Gardener’s clay pipe and broke it.

Solrock informed me later that both the Client and myself had awakened, screaming. Though it’s clear neither of us remember it. I sent him home and began writing this report. There’s no doubt in my mind that this is the Sleepless Sickness. 

The hole in his side is the largest Soul Mutilation I’ve ever seen. And there was something inside.

Update: It’s been a week since our session. I received a call today from the Client’s granddaughter. He’s gone.

Update 2: I think…. his Parasect was trying to plug the hole

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if we're talking about our oldest OCs technically it was mirrored versions of the same character, dubbed sunrise & sunset. based on yugioh characters' light/shadow selves. I didn't really draw them as much as I wrote about them.

oldest OC I drew? a transformers character named backlash. he was a mini cooper lol

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//Ro (@poison-patriarch) absolutely outdoing themselves with this art, I love this group so much

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It must be close to 3 am when Nix finally, truly awakens in their body. They’re sitting in the near-pitch dark, save for the stark blue light of a computer screen blazing painfully bright against their eyes.

They reach up to pinch the bridge of their nose and they’re surprised when their fingertips connect with their glasses, it seems whoever had brought them here had the sense to prepare them to read. It must be important. A psychic sweep of the room confirms it, Bronzong hovers silent and serious as the grave behind them, rather than their usual jovial nighttime companion, Lunatone.

The bronze bell doesn’t make a peep aloud or into their mind, its gaze is focused on the terminal as well, unwavering. Nix nods, Bronzong is far too purposeful to have brought them here without reason.

As if on cue their vision finally swims into focus, letters clarifying to reveal a familiar series of reports. Their own, in fact. On the Sleepless Sickness and Black Fog’s Soul Mutilations. Fear uncoils itself from a space below their stomach, cold and sharp. They’re not precognitive but Bronzong is powerful and old, they must sense something on the horizon. Still, the silence prevails. The message is clear enough. Reacquaint yourself with what you already know.

Their reports from this time are a confusing mishmash of typed-up data, embellished with cramped, hand-written notes–tone oscillating between dry, clinical-sounding language and personal thoughts as they (and thousands of others across various fields) struggled to provide assistance for the countless people suffering from the torturous nightmares, mass hallucinations and insomnia that killed so many it was difficult to comprehend.

The report pulled up on the screen must have been very early in Black Fog’s psychic attacks against the people of Saffron.

REPORT 0134 - SHADOW (Client Name Redacted for Privacy)

Client is a local psychic with slight precognitive tendencies. By her own description, she spends much of her time telling fortunes for tourists and placing small bets in the local racing scene to make ends meet.

Lately, she has been unable to properly rest due to a series of recurring dreams in which her shadow seems to pull away from her body and whisper something to her. She remembers only small portions of the dream but never the message. She cannot shake the belief that her shadow is trying to tell her something important. The session has been requested in order to observe the exchange and hopefully provide her with more concrete information.

Client appears to be slightly gaunt, bags under the eyes from uneasy sleep. Her companion Slowpoke seems unusually lethargic and distant, even for a Slowpoke. Hypnosis is ultimately effective, though unexpectedly difficult, as though there were some subconscious resistance to entering a sleep state.

[resistance to entering a sleep state has been highlighted]

Entering the client’s Dreamscape was ultimately successful and finding her space was simple enough. Her mind’s eye was content to deposit her in her own bed, asleep nearly identical to her physical body. The space was unusually silent for a Psychic. From the distance I was standing the client’s body seemed to have strange, lightly glistening patches. Unidentifiable at the time, I did not approach so as not to disrupt the dream.

Dream time is elastic and unpredictable, I was able to determine later that it took 30 minutes in Real Time for the Shadow to make its appearance.

[The original text of the report is vague. Short, handwritten notes fill the space between two typed pages, hastily added after-the-fact.]

The Shadow was almost unidentifiable at first. A single, long strand of what could only be described as hair and bone. It emerged slowly, leaving a wet trail from her lips down her face and body, slowly unfurling into a sickly, wet version of the Client herself, pressed ‘face’ to face.

Its skin was made of mottled patches of grey and black, pulsing with tiny veins, form unstable. The head was not complete, though it was crowned with a ball of gluey skin and hair. Parts of its body gaped open revealing more bone and organs, sickly-green. 

Once it had unfolded completely it draped itself over the Client’s sleeping dream body, it linked fingers with them. (Almost lovingly.) Its incomplete head brushed across her face, leaving more wetness as it brought its filmy, rotten mouth to her ear. Enough of the mouth, tongue and jaw had formed for me to see that it was whispering something, however there seemed to be no sound.

Eventually, it seemed to finish relaying its silent message,  and brushed a hand across the cheek of the Client before prying her mouth back open, shoving itself hands-first past her teeth and jaw. Mangled skin and ichorous blood trailing as it tried to push itself in an opening too small to fit.

To my horror, it appeared that the places in which its dark patches had touched it seemed to rip the Client’s flesh away in turn. The fingers that had cradled her cheek moments before tearing the flesh from her face, stuck to the creature that was disappearing back into her body. It took the flesh from her palms and left wet rents across her chest and neck as it went. It occurred to me, too late now, that the patches of wetness on her face must have been when the creature had taken skin with it during its first few visits.

Worse still, strange pinpoint holes had appeared in the wet tissue of her open wounds. It was sickening. 

I swear the thing made eye contact with me as its eyes and scalp finally disappeared down her throat.

It was at this point that I shattered my pipe, returning us both to consciousness. It was difficult to tell in the waking world, but her pallor seemed worse than when we began the session.

I am certain that the creature that this Client speaks to is some form of malignant presence. There exist a great many terrifying and malevolent spirits in this world, and I have seen creatures of this ilk in tandem with serious possession events. I have advised her of my belief, however I do not think I have been able to convince her of the danger. She seemed more disappointed that I was unable to provide her with a transcript of what was said.

I know that I have not convinced her. She seems sure that she has caught wind of some event that she must warn others of. But she is also insistent upon checking it out alone.

I have requested that the client hold off on any rash actions and return to me in a week’s time. I will gather resources that may aid her in the event that this is a possession (as I suspect). I can only hope she heeds my warning and returns before making any rash decisions.

Update: Client has missed our follow-up appointment. I have attempted to reach her consistently for two weeks now. I do not believe she will return.

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Nix is an Oneirologist; a researcher in the study of sleep and dreams. Their practice aims to assist people and pokemon in processing the influence of their unconscious mind, memories, and experiences through manipulation of dream states and spaces.

They are a born Psychic, that much is known to their clients. Those who care to learn more about them likely wouldn’t be surprised to know that they also have a sleep disorder. After all, there are few things that motivate people to learn more than personal necessity.

Though not all would agree, Nix feels deeply that all three of these things (ghosts, sleep and dreams) are linked. As a professional the link seems natural enough, after all both Ghost and Psychic Pokemon share the propensity to observe, manipulate and consume the dreams of others.

Now, in their early 40s, they have developed several techniques by which to interact with dreams and dream spaces. The most in-depth and effective way they have found to study the dreams of their patients has been through a ritual technique that they have developed alongside their companion pokemon, Musharna.

This technique allows both people and Pokemon to open their dreams to others, the process is outlined below.

First, Nix and their client typically meet at a place in which the client, also known as the Dreamer, will be able to effectively sleep. This can be done anywhere that the Dreamer is comfortable, but is typically in the Dreamer’s home. 

Before the session begins Nix and the Dreamer will sit down and discuss the purpose of the Dream Session. More often than not, a client has reached out because they have a recurring dream or nightmare that they wish to investigate and further understand. During this discussion and planning stage Nix retrieves two pipes from their belongings–the necessary tools for the ritual.

The pipes are handmade, long-stemmed and made from clay. The clay itself is fragile, powdery and thin–tinted the same light blush color of Dream Mist. These two pipes, one for Nix and one for the Dreamer, are fail safes. They will appear in the dream, if either the client or Nix need to end the session safely, one need only break the pipe to return to consciousness.

The Dreamer is instructed to make themself comfortable and restful. Once situated, one of Nix’s pokemon will assist by way of Hypnosis, they will be instructed to sleep and dream (of what they discussed). When REM sleep takes hold, Musharna then reaches out to consume the dream in progress.

As Musharna consumes the dream, Dream Mist begins to pour out of the false ‘third eye’ on her forehead. It is this mist that Nix grasps psychically, pulling the substance (both airy and somehow heavy with energy) toward them, pressing it into their own pipe. They twist the mist tight and dense with an unseen hand, packing it into the bowl of the pipe. It’s a delicate process, and a strange one; not even Nix can properly explain it.

Once sufficiently packed with material Nix lights the pipe, breathing in deeply. They then blow several concentric smoke rings. The smoke hangs in the air, hovering like the Dream Mist it was created from. They smoke until nothing remains to burn. When the embers finally fade, Nix’s Pokemon send them to sleep with Hypnosis, same as the Dreamer, pipe held loosely in-hand. 

Then they lucid dream. 

Years of practice have given Nix the skill to begin lucid dreaming with the ease of putting on a favorite coat. It’s almost second nature for them to wake up within a dream and peel themself away from their physical bounds. Soul separated from body, they seek out the Dream Smoke created from their client’s Dream Mist and pass through it like a portal into the client’s Dreamscape, clay pipe in-hand.

Dreamscapes vary wildly from individual to individual: for some they are perfectly-average realities, indistinguishable from the waking world. For others, more abstract: shimmering light or winding dark, all sounds and shifting angles. People contain multitudes and experience has shown Nix that each Dreamer and their own internal world are unpredictable and unique.

Within that Dreamscape lies the Dreamer. Dependant upon the skill of the Dreamer, and their ability to lucid dream, they may be aware they are dreaming or not. Regardless, two things will be true. One, their dream body, how they’re represented in this Dreamscape, is a reflection of their soul. And two, they will be in possession of their clay pipe. The fail safe. 

If the Dreamer is aware, the two can begin manipulating the space together–a joint process that is different for each patient, planned out at the beginning of the session.

Once complete, or in the case of a setback or client discomfort, either Nix or the Dreamer may break their clay pipes. Once one pipe is broken, both are forced out of their dreaming states and back into their waking bodies.

Some Additional Notes:

The clay pipes that act as Ritual Objects have a slight pink tint because they contain a trace amount of Dream Mist. Dream Mist itself has a faint shimmer & tint which includes particulate that Nix refines into a fine powder. The powder is mixed into the clay before being fired. The Dream Mist that this powder is refined from is generated by Musharna from Nix’s own dreams.

This part of the process is a closely-guarded secret. The technique is powerful and in the wrong hands could be used to invade someone’s dreams unwillingly to wreck terrible havoc and cause significant psychological harm. 

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Opening for Commissions

Hey everyone! Kind of unusual, but my workplace had an hours reduction because of the strike going on in Hollywood right now, and I'm going to need to do some commissions in order to help make ends meet!

If any of you would be interested in a digital portrait of one of your muses, please feel free to message me here or via email (wodnesse @ gmail dot com) and I can work something out for you on my sliding scale rates ($20-$50 per character) Samples below, and please feel free to share around!

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Emergency Commissions

IRS decided my partner and I are actually not poor enough to have received the last stimulus check, so they're making us pay it back, despite living paycheck to paycheck.

Trying to do quick commissions to raise money for the goal of 400 USD for paying back the stimulus, and covering bills.

Set of 5 RP icons with various expressions for 25 USD, added hand gestures and props for 5 USD on top of it. Human, animal, fantasy creature, I'm comfortable with all characters.

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[Alas Cyrus finally makes his entrance into the ball, of course, very late into the party. But he did kept his promise and joined, prompted for the occasion]

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Tangentially: I think about everyone wearing the Rocket Issue Gender Neutral Thigh Highs all the time

@rosemallow-labs​  @tollthebell​  @chatotbox​ This happened at the Rocket Celadon HQ at least once.

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this screamtail just ascended into the clouds and vanished.

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