Who Am I ?

Allô, darlings ~

My name is Leia—a lascivious French scientist, ever so flirty, a touch spacey and admittedly, a tad eccentric—enchanté!

Dreams have always been my playground, where my mind flits off on naughty little escapades—wild, indecent romps that scoff at the dull humdrum of this world.

Entranced by fantasy and drunk on the wonder of each new discovery, I’ve poured my passions into a wonderful venture: the Knotty-Dreams Project. Knotty-Dreams is my heart’s work—tethering fantasy to flesh, experiences to grip and savor, for all of us who crave a little more, or are as hungry for fun as me!

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Dear dreamers, our story and lore are not to be taken seriously. Dive into our lighthearted adventure as much or as little as you please, and let your imagination roam free!

How it all began

It all started when...

A high-level and secretive clique with pockets deeper than most sought me out, intrigued by tales of my academic exploits. They offered a lavish budget and years to weave new tech that would lift humanity—enigmatic souls, elusive in intent. Believing to know in my heart what might truly elevate humanity’s experience, I set my eager mind adrift.


Hélas, my visions strayed far from their stiff palate. I tried to share my reasoning—softly, I assure you—that pleasure tech, like my darling ‘Shibari-Chérie’ with its artful knots or my helpful ‘Monsieur Clean,’ the tissue-dispensing hover drone, could kindle empathy, joy, and harmony. I was thrust out quicker than a man’s finish after a decade dry.  They scoffed that I’d squandered their precious funds on ‘mad’ and ‘salacious’ fancies. Me, mad? Wasteful? The nerve!


Once they cast me loose, my days twisted into a knotty mess—not the fun kind, I might add. That furtive lot scrubbed their agents from every record—discretion their grand art, naturellement—leaving me a ghost adrift. I pieced together a living with stray tasks and false names for years, until one evening, cradling a bottle of Merlot, I unburdened myself to a tender stranger. They opened their door to me, and I— drunkenly desperate to drown my woes, opened my blouse in return and took “control”… Oops! Thankfully, this sweet soul weathered and recovered from my need, offering me a home and their basement for my laboratory. I also ran up the electric bill with my tinkering! Sorry darling!


Now, for as long as I care to recall, I’ve ached to twist fantasies into something you could grab, touch, and ‘feel’—if you catch my drift. I began work on a machine that would spin dreams into firm earth, Realms to roam as one pleased, with plenty of ‘feelings’ to experience along the way. After long nights fueled by wine and wild ideas, I crafted a prototype. Zut!—it fizzled spectacularly. The thing nearly fried me and caused a local power outage. Yet in its flailing, it tore a sultry rift in our world’s fabric—my head still spinning from the jolt, ears ringing like a bell. Through that shimmering haze stepped Yume, all curves and mythic grace—her purr suggesting ‘May’ suited my slurring tongue better than her true name. I blinked, dazed, latching onto that velvet murmur. May she became, to my eager lips—a towering vixen of myth, all curves and command, her potent energy a luscious match for my machine’s greedy cravings—oh, and my own cravings as well I might add, hehe.


Armed with May’s esoteric energy and a new redesign, my ‘Slightly Unstable Cosmic Climax Union & Backup Universe Storage’—SUCCU-BUS MK II, en bref—was ready. May, unable to dream due to her mythical nature, felt she was the wisest pick for the first trial, insisting my imagination’s a touch too wickedly vivid to ‘risk her darling prize’—she decisively purred with a knowing smirk, I swear everything about her could melt fire into a puddle—yes Mommy. All seemed peachy—until, naturellement, it wasn’t—a ghastly rip, like reality itself rending, tore from the device, forcing us to clap hands over ears and squint shut our eyes, daring only to peek once the sound and its resonance faded. A portal!—an enticing purple vortex, thrumming with hair raising energy, like static, swirled into being, stable as you please—but the readings? Mon dieu, a mess of errors, question marks, and zeros where my precious data should’ve been!


Failing to set anchor on solid ground, the SUCCU-BUS MK II surged into the vast expanse—only to snag a hushed, hollow void. I dubbed the ‘Nexus,’ a terminal linking all Realms as one. From the Nexus emerged Nev—its lone mischief-weaver, keeper and anarchy incarnate—ever fond of making trouble, mischief and ‘entangling’ herself with others. I can’t help but adore her, my adorable little scamp.


Nev bestowed her ceaseless energy, and soon the SUCCU-BUS brushed far-off Realms. Our circle widened—a vibrant troupe, each soul unique—and it pressed heavy on my friend who’d sheltered me. To lighten the burden, I fashioned adult toys in the likeness of our odd companions and moved my laboratory to an artificial rift we tethered to the Nexus. It warms me to share a taste of what we’ve unveiled.


Now fueled by Nev’s limitless font of energy, the SUCCU-BUS MK II hummed to life, linking us to far-off Realms with reckless glee. Our little group ballooned into a wild ensemble—May, a sultry beacon of command, Nev, our resident instigator, Fannie and Beta, my endearing pair, and many more, all enchanting in their own right—their stories, tales for another day. The chaos stacked high, weighing on both the sanity and wallet of my dear friend who so kindly lent me their home. To ease their financial strain, repay the favor and tease the world with our delights, we crafted adult toys in the likeness of our peculiar pack.

Details & Terminology

The SUCCU-BUS MKII

First, mes amours, meet my ‘Dream Machine,’ the SUCCU-BUS MKII—my pride, my bébé, my ticket to Realms beyond the mundane! Picture this: a padded table, plush and inviting, with restraints to keep you cozy—or naughty, depending on your mood—hooked up with electrodes that tickle your temples and beyond. Nearby hums the main brain—a whirring tangle of screens, gauges, and dials where I program our wild expeditions. And at the heart? A raised platform with a large oval frame, where a swirling purple portal winks into life—it's all very chrome-y and shiny, I assure you.

How does it work? Simple, on the surface at least, yet still deliciously fitting that ‘Mad Scientist’ theme I strive for: a daring soul strips bare—oui, naked is best!—and settles onto the table, electrodes and wires are applied to their body in order to translate their dreams as they drift off. The machine sips basic electricity to hum along, but when it’s portal time, it guzzles the condensed energy provided by a particularly esoteric volunteer—think of it like sipping on their essence, like a fine wine! As our dreamer snoozes, the SUCCU-BUS logs their deepest desires, interests and hobbies. Then it starts dowsing via the Nexus, an endless sea of possibility, to find a fitting Realm. Found one? Bam! Coordinates locked, like a cosmic bookmark—so we can open the door whenever we please, or remember to seal the more questionable destinations, hehe ‘whoops.’ Normalement, the machine can only map a single Realm per dreamer, though in some rarer cases an individual might be able to generate additional sets of coordinates.

Once it’s got a fix, the screens flicker with a rundown on conditions, weather, relative wildlife, warnings and danger levels—all a bit hazy, an educated guess at best. I’m tweaking it, darlings, but sometimes it just throws me question marks—C’est la vie, I suppose! When all is set, a sharp tear rips the air, and that oval frame fills with a thrumming purple gateway—step through, and voilà, you’re in another Realm, though the tingling lasts for a while... Oh, I can even program it to operate automatically, good thing too since I tend to forget things at times—oopsie!

What exactly is the Nexus?

The Nexus—a cosmic enigma we stumbled on when the SUCCU-BUS was first used on May—is a vast expanse, like space itself, cradling doorways instead of planets. Picture it: eyes squeezed shut as you step through the portal—you open them, only to find yourself floating among nebulas and astral wonders. Soft purples and pinks swirl around, flecked with twinkling motes, stretching endlessly in every direction. Needless to say, my first visit left quite an impression on me! Yet, after the initial panic subsides, you’ll realize your feet somehow find an invisible floor to tread. Doors pepper the void—locked or ajar—each a gateway to a Realm my machine’s tapped, or one still waiting.

This is where my wonderful little troublemaker, Nev, came from, along with her odd abilities and powers. For example she can teleport between points at will, summon mundane objects or create doorways to empty Realms.  Nev, cannot however, alter or destroy things in the Nexus or change its inherent laws. It’s not eerie, just overwhelming—beautiful yet lonely, with solid ground you can’t see and faint chimes humming like a cosmic wind. This is the very tether, linking our world to every Realm; my Machine sails its endless sea to discover new lands—and without the Nexus, poof! They’d vanish, that’s it, parti!

Nev shrugs at its origins—‘Time? What’s that? Can I eat it?’ what a kidder, though she has no clue how she or it came to be. Is it a tear in spacetime? A divine bubble? My machine’s doing? Someone’s closet? I’ve no idea—it’s a mystery to me, maybe as old as existence itself. Its keeper, tangled in its essence for reasons she doesn’t bother to ponder, won’t be answering our questions any faster either. All I know? It’s a stunning find, the gateway to the dreams I’ve chased forever and the beginning of a new adventure.

What is a Realm and how is it found?

We refer to the world's my SUCCU-BUS uncovers as ‘Realms.’ Each one is tethered to the Nexus and unlocked by the dream it maps to its door. Most Realms match the dreamer’s deepest wishes, passions, lusts, and hobbies. For example, if the Dreamer loves the sea, the Realm will reflect that somehow—while others seem to spring from nowhere, stumbled upon seemingly by chance. Each a new world to explore, brimming with their own landscapes, creatures, people, and rules—each distinct, each a discovery, and all unique in some way.

Beyond the worlds discovered, there are countless unique Realms yet to be mapped by my machine. They’re not mere places—they’re destinations, linked through the Nexus like islands in its endless sea. My SUCCU-BUS charts them, letting us step across, gathering tales, wonders, and new friends with every visit—some, however, are trickier and more dangerous to navigate, occasionally barren and desolate.

So there you have it, the SUCCU-BUS MKII is my crazy dream mapping invention, the Nexus is our crossroads, and the Realms are the playgrounds we romp through. It’s a mess, oui, but it’s my mess—and with the rest of my companions, we’re turning chaos into something you can grab, touch, and—mmm—feel.

The Dream Beyond the Machine

Why chase these dreams, you ask?

Let me tell you. The SUCCU-BUS, the Nexus, the Realms—they’re more than just this mad scientist’s whimsy. They’ve led me to craft something tangible: fantasy toys, inspired by the friends and creatures I’ve met across these worlds. It’s not just about the making of the toys—though I do love expressing myself creatively and testing them firsthand, hehe. It’s about purpose, about sharing something real with the world.

I pour my heart into these toys because quality and safety matter—too many out there cut corners, and I’ve seen the risks and witnessed the consequences. I want mine to be different, crafted with care so anyone who uses them can trust they’re safe and well-made. Beyond that, I believe they open a door—intimacy with a fantasy character isn’t just play; it’s a chance to deepen our understanding, to nurture empathy and compassion in ways we might not expect. Each toy, shaped after May, Dominic, Nev, or the other odd souls I’ve encountered, offers a connection—emotional, intimate, whatever someone seeks. It’s a bridge between our world and theirs.

For me, it’s also about exploration—new sensations, wild ideas, from monsters and tentacles to werewolves and knots, alien species or mythological beings, whatever mad concept our imaginations can think of. I adore diving into the unknown and experimenting, and these toys let me—and others—do just that.

But all this is bigger than me. I dream of a haven, an online space where we can gather, unjudged, open—to share stories, seek advice, or simply marvel at it all. A community where the Realms, the toys, and our journeys and experiences weave together. That’s my end goal: make a little something (or big something) for everyone, create a place for us all to belong, to discover, and maybe, just maybe, to grow a little kinder together through it.

Summary

I created a machine called the “SUCCU-BUS” to tread dreams turned true. I’ve found rare friends, savored sweet hours, and now I mold intimate toys to share these unique experiences with others.
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