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[nostalgia] //open

[►] Chiaki takes a moment to observe the girl. It’s probably the first time she’s ever met someone drowsier than she is. She nods and flicks the television to a random channel—something bright, and nature-y, the kind of place she would have liked to explore with Hinata.

She brushes aside the ache in her chest again—it’s something not exclusive to having a physical body. She would miss him even if she was nothing but code once more. She knew.

"It would seem like it. See?"

The remote’s deposited near the other with a slow movement, almost like it was an afterthought. She returns to her game and plays for a short while in silence before posing her own question.

"…Do you have a preference for anything?"

"I haven’t seen very much television myself…"

achamentuunak

quite simply, madotsuki is amazed at the power this technology holds, even if this is perhaps their first meeting. always electricity had flowed into the same device which she herself owned in her original setting, but such a difference was obvious as it could only allow for that which was plugged in and such a thing as the force of cable ―

ah, was it truly of such surprise to her ・・・ ? foreign experiences are rare. things do not often change within her lands whether it be internal or external. new things ・・・ perhaps they frighten her, but as of now, she is more suitably captivated.

　　「So this is ・・・」

a soft voice; gently, she scrolls through the various channels provided. it seems as if there are not dozens, but rather numbering in hundreds. such a massive network is certainly a bit boggling ・・・ and such variety. the flashing sounds of emergencies and panic call for the ceasing of repetitive buttons pushing into their depressions infinitely. the television is set to a low volume, so she cannot hear well, and she does not feel as if she must open her eye ・・・ perhaps the other's reaction will warrant something.

#dreamyminded

　　already has she slept a thousand and one nights; 　　still, allow her a thousand more.

#what

dreamyminded-blog

[nostalgia] //open

[►] The rec room reminds her of the island, and that makes her feel nostalgic for the closest thing to home that she knows. Chiaki’s not the type to mull endlessly over what can’t be changed, so she placates her jittery mind with a video game—pulled handily from her bag. She can, has, and will entertain herself with it for hours on end if need be. There’s no point in making her partner feel bad due to her own emotions.

Until something happens, she sees gaming as the best course of action. Her fingers press docilely at the controls; she’s playing a simulation, and it’s relaxing rather than hectic.

Very belatedly, she notices that someone’s entered the room at…some point or other. She debates what they could be doing idly as her avatar shakes Bells from a tree. It’s with a very absent, gentle tone that she inquires,

"…Are you looking for the remote? It’s right here."

achamentuunak

　　her magics, in no way, have been modified for the purpose of this facility ー　　ah, in retrospect for truth, that is not far from a lie itself. her effects have not 　　been impacted negatively, per se; 'nd rather they have transcended their 　　previous limits, points which she did not even think of, but if she were to, 　　it would be to imagine them as unattainable. manifestation of the effects 　　in the dreamless world ・・・ how odd. it is not a reality she does not condone.

　　she has always been a wanderer, whether it be within the realm of sleep 　　or sleepless, and this she proves now as she further explores the areas 　　provided here. it is rather large, and does not take simply one day to complete, 　　just as one session of dreaming cannot allow for a timely & full cover of the 　　unconscious. she is a bit lazy, admittedly ・・・　　slacking off and sleeping, quite the opposite of productivity.

　　she is ripped from the mangling of her thoughts in this time when a female 　　voice questions her, sleepiness and nonexistent yawn carried throughout the 　　manner of speaking, and madotsuki turns her head to the direction of such 　　vocals. were eyes to be open; they'd blink. 　　merely, she sits down and keeps her knees close together, 　　palms embracing them warmly.

　　「Ah ・・・ does the TV here work ・・・ ? ・・・ With cable?」　　something she has never quite had. this may be new ・・・

#dreamyminded

dream2kki

ゆめにっきまとめ

By ヒナ

*Permission to upload was granted by the artist

#stargazing. ☾

shattered-earth

I’ve held off on doing a Yume Nikki print for a very long time haha, I’ve always wanted to do one but I didn’t know how well it would do considering it’s a some what obscure game. I hope people will recognize it at cons next year! And I hope I did it justice! That tokyo trip with all the yume nikki merch rekindled my desire to draw it XD

You can also order special photo paper copies from my store, or wait till after christmas to get it at a con/my normal paper :O

#stargazing. ☾

｛　食べましょう　｝

　　always has she had a liking for sweets, no matter how mild; 　　her favourite was not that of merely strawberry shortcake but any delight 　　to have a ration of such enjoyable berries. seeds forming a countless and 　　faux shell around it which gave no impact to texture, fitting easily within her 　　mouth with a consistent taste ― 　　they held bursts of bliss happily consumed. quite the common thing to find 　　amongst the supply of a refrigerator, so it was not any particular surprise 　　when they were stumbled upon by herself. within another reach of the 　　refrigerator, however, were plastic wrapped strawberry cookies. 　　no name nor stickers attached ・・・

　　while baker was most likely left to be unknown, it seemed that they were left 　　for any passing-willing soul to eat. carefully one eye barely exposed as she 　　looks behind her, and she feels the caution prickling amongst her spine as 　　she slowly grasps the plate. a most brief look toward her target does 　　corroborate in confirmation with her other senses that these are, indeed, 　　what she thought them to be. slipped from the fridge and into the microwave 　　after shed of their fragile plastic protection, just for a few seconds as to rid 　　them of their chill but not to deliver them into a heat most familiar to summer, 　　and soon she is carefully biting into her blind pick.

　　she hears the steps into the kitchen, and if madotsuki were to be holding 　　the plate her hands may falter even the slightest amount. dropping to shatter, 　　a possibility, but one not within this timeline. she breaks off the portion 　　which her mouth had decided upon and has her teeth and jaw work slowly. 　　when in the process of swallowing, her head turns in what she assumes the 　　most likely direction of whatever stranger had become present. 　　'nd yes, they were still, without doubt. as had been for so long ・・・　　she need not vision to see.

　　「Ah ・・・　　　　are these yours?」　　　　　　　　if so; forgive her.

　　「Or ・・・ did you want any?」

#apathetos

florvecori-blog

"Why the fuck does it keep getting louder?”

achamentuunak

　　「・・・　　　　・・・　　　　　I'm used to the quiet ・・・」

　　that is, this is difficult for her.

#florvecori

shxrobas

He wants to destroy.

achamentuunak

　　men are terrifying.

｛　window into the soul　｝

　　a type of panic ensues. she looks upon the engraving of ink that scars 　　her wrist as opposed to complimenting it, as was perhaps intended, 　　and there is nothing but a species of fear that is dripped into the water of 　　her soul, kept intact by its chalice. such water is pure, though only for the 　　fact that it is her and is infested by no other, if such an ability to inject parasite 　　into her stars & space even exists. she thought of it as kin to the snow, 　　at least, until very recent days. a span of just a few, 　　in which she'd arrived in such ・・・ an odd place.

　　it has been tainted by the smoke of another. not possession, but rather 　　everything of both physical and contrary form is felt by her. a slightly vague 　　aching that throbs, constantly, neverending. this is no doubt the belongings 　　of another; yet this person is alive, living, breathing, continues to consume 　　and digest the oxygen of the world naturally, walks amongst the earth. 　　this is no haunting. supernatural, indeed; some form of magic.

　　perhaps caused by the entwining lines, elegant nonetheless, that is an 　　imprinted bracelet on her. if she were to remove this, would this 　　presence leave her? she does not know. madotsuki knows to take no risks.

　　the person who matches her unwanted decorations sits 'cross the room 　　from her, and under the thin layers of blankets she brings over her as 　　unique shell 'nd cover, she peeks out with both eyes. 　　barely opened, they are, and exposing hypertropia is foolish moreso than that 　　of opposite action ― is initial thought, anyhow. it produces nothing but 　　blurriness in her leftmost vision and is generally useless, and of course she 　　holds quite the shame for it. but this one ・・・　　if their wrists matched each other 　　( she takes a look at hers for a moment before setting eyesight back 　　upon the other, un-expertly hidden amongst her makeshift protection ), 　　then that would be her partner ・・・　　they know what she feels. they probably already know of her condition ・・・

　　the courage is mustered after a swell interval of one more thirty minutes, 　　and with her hideousness that is her eyeballs exposed to the only other being 　　that occupies this room, she shifts and straightens herself a bit to look upon 　　the other.

　　her nervousness ・・・　　obvious. well, that is no doubt ― 　　did they not feel everything she felt as well? she speculates, without much 　　question to herself, that it will become natural thought soon enough that they 　　indeed do, but for now she must keep to reminding herself.

　　one eye pointing in an odd and certainly unnatural direction, 　　madotsuki stares.

#thirteenthfool

kumoshxn

×; achamentuunak

kumoshxn

The day seemed to be slightly cloudy, thus the shinobi deduced that it would rain soon. True enough, it did— and it came down in torrents. He was right to bring his umbrella out on his walk. Spotting a lone figure in the forest, he walks up to them and holds the umbrella over both himself and the stranger. "You could catch a cold, staying out here."

achamentuunak

　　rain soothes her. if she were ever to ache, soreness throbbing throughout 　　her body, water would prove itself a purifying and soothing element. 　　undine's blessing pouring onto her in such a way would prove a breed of 　　medicine in itself.

　　she releases herself from the warm comforts of the indoors and only for 　　a few moments does she intend upon letting the rain soak the thickness of 　　her shirt, and let it be absorbed by the stretching material of her socks, 　　which only rise a few inches above the guarding of her shoes. before her count 　　of minutes are up, however ― someone takes concern.

▶▷ Eǫᴜɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ: Uᴍʙʀᴇʟʟᴀ ◁◀ Open an umbrella.

　　the rain is already in downfall; it need not be summoned, if such further 　　dream-majyk remains of availability in such setting. 　　she gives no comment, for action should be pleasing enough as to suffice.

#kumoshxn

　　・・・・・・ burning.

z-gun-deactivated20150415

achamentuunak

z-gun-deactivated20150415

{A girl, dressed mostly in pink, sat reading in the distance. Nishi had immediately noticed her long, brown locks tucked neatly into thick braids, hanging down her back like simple waterfalls.

Like any teenaged boy might, when faced with a pretty girl, he’d longed to touch it.He’d longed to grasp her long, sweet hair tinted with the long, sweet smell of presumably strawberry shampoo…

The raven haired boy walked towards her with a purpose, flexing his hand within its glove as he moved, finally making it behind her without making a noise.

The boy glided a hand over one of the long tails without touching it, tilting his head gently in thought. His expression remained neutral as he reached his hand out again, this time grasping the wood coloured lock, running his hand down its length —

And then wrapping it around his hand suddenly, pulling her snuggly to her feet.}

— “…”

{He said nothing, only looked down at her expectantly, a look of utter contempt for any form of life itself, as though she were no more than a bug, moving across him slowly.}

achamentuunak

　　she carries the diary with her, and it is nothing short of a regular practice 　　as repeated her in which she flips through the pages. it is in slow movement 　　that she does so, each slice of paper and depression of graphite and ink 　　valued, but she is moreso skimming. looking upon the scribbles of that which 　　is dreamed, art varying in its style and quality. a sense of harm almost comes 　　within her in regards to how generally poor they are; but they are not meant 　　to be for any beyond her eyes and judgment, and never have been. 　　the future is at least promising in that regard that she will not be betrayed. 　　for otherwise to happen would be almost like interdimensional tear ・・・　　a scar amongst only the universe which she may see.

　　she submerges herself within the oceans and night skies of dreams while 　　she remains awake, and the anxiety is a fog, for she cannot think of much 　　comfort produced by the unavoidable sleep. it is a cancer within, and she has 　　no medical attention. 　　as she looks upon the cold, sided & immobile gaze of blond, ponytailed girl 　　as is seemingly apathy's child, she thinks of how truly pleasant the 　　dream-area this mirror'd girl finds herself in is. lovely blending pastels of 　　smoothest oil-art material, soft balloons to hum a comforting tune meant for 　　child but still valued in later years ―

　　ah ・・・ ahhhhh ・・・ ahhhhhhhhh ―

　　that is no doubt a ｍａｎ’ｓ presence upon her, and madotsuki is terrified.

　　sobs convulse. she does not quite realize any position which she is in right 　　now in its full definition other than that she is close to someone whom she 　　does not know, and his hands are no doubt of masculinity, moving around her 　　braids in a type of which she assumes to be admiration, perhaps not meant 　　to be sickening but ignites a nausea for her. numb, and she cannot possibly 　　know anything. she cannot possibly comprehend ・・・　　she knows that she is letting it happen, even if her cords ache and stress to 　　even give a singular formation of word. she is not disabled, yet she cannot.

#z gun #write too much and then u die (me)

feldt-blog1

another wanderer

{} Even before her eyes slowly opened, Feldt could tell something was wrong. She felt a sense of unease and helplessness, as she recalled the mysterious voice from the speaker say there was no escape.

Of course that made her worry, but could there really be no way of leaving whatever this place was? She’d only just gotten here, and already she was missing home, where everyone from Celestial Being was. Feldt was unused to being all alone like this, where nobody she knew was.

Still, she could handle this. All the pink haired girl knew was that she had to remain calm and brave, like a certain Meister she knows. Taking a few steps out of the lobby, then into the courtyard, she stopped to look around. It certainly felt refreshing to be outside. And the fountains were pretty to look at.

As she gazed at the water, she soon realized she wasn’t alone, sensing the presence of another.

"O-Oh," she lets out on accident, making eye contact with the stranger. "…are you… enjoying the scenery as well?"

achamentuunak

　　she holds full knowledge that this is not a dream. perhaps it is, and for 　　what ever reason may be she simply cannot identify even the very most 　　faint sensation that only realms of lucidity express. that suggests many 　　other curiosities to her; is this her dream, or one which is made unified 　　from the minds of many? the air is true here, and she must doubt that this 　　is of sleep.

　　in test, she pinches, in several differing levels of effort, lapsed at a total of 　　perhaps three minutes. indeed, it is not on the thinnest line between 　　dream and waking world, for it is flat reality. may be a strange fact, but she 　　feels no panic ・・・　　if this is her current situation, then treatment is given as any other. 　　calmly. exploring. a rational mind to be kept. stay afloat. 　　and so madotsuki does.

　　she comes upon an area which she feels the soothing fingerpads of 　　undine upon her skin and very slightly, she cracks open an eye to swallow 　　the scenery in the littlest amount of time which she may. eyes are given 　　closure once more. the light ・・・　　the sun is truly of fire. 　　it is not the first lake that she has seen in recent times, albeit ・・・　　it is much more calming. she feels not of the twilight zone's creation and 　　rather within a world of at least feigned peace, like that of a girl's gentle 　　mind caught by corruption and wrought in denial of such fact.

「・・・」

　　ah, words are spoken to her. madotsuki did detect the presence of 　　another, though she hadn't directed pupils to another's possible direction 　　in the seconds that she did give.

「It's pleasant.」

　　can such be said, classified, as a rarity?

#flowergiver #sry i am so tired