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July 27th, 2020


[info]highqueen_bambi
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[info]highqueen_bambi
[info]valarnet
I love when I wear something from my dreams, a dress or jewelry and people ask me where I got it. They're always impressed when I tell them they were made for me. I don't elaborate, because I'm not about to tell them that I dream about being High Queen of an ass backwards fantasy land and that's how I get the clothes, because then they'd just think I'm fucking crazy instead of mysterious.

[info]zireaelofcintra
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[info]zireaelofcintra
[info]valarnet
Well, I haven't talked about my dreams for a little bit but here we go. Found out that the white-haired man in my dreams is a Witcher, by profession. And I think he's the man I've been sort of, uh, promised to? Not for marriage but by destiny. Whatever that shite means.

Honestly, though the guy seems like kind of an arsehole.

[info]blackthornfey
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[info]blackthornfey
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So apparently, in my dreams, when a Shadowhunter turns eighteen they usually go on a travel year and stay at another Institute. I went to Paris and while I was there I got a message from a warlock, asking for protection from some cult called the Crimson Hand. I decided to do this all on my own instead of getting help from anyone at the Paris Institute cause I didn't want them to see me as more of a Downworlder for helping a warlock. I told this warlock I'd meet him in Paris, but before we could meet, me and another Shadowhunter got attacked by demons called Iblis demons and we probably would have been goners had another Shadowhunter and warlock not just so happened to show up in a hot air balloon and help us out. It was pretty cool, if not extremely random.

These dreams are getting so much more exciting!