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Warming Flame

PAIRING: Morpheus, Dream of the Endless & Elpis, Deity of Hope (Reader-Insert)

CW: Very Slight Angst to Comfort, Emotional Distress & Reassurance, Dream being emotionally constipated, Gender-Neutral Character, Not Beta Read

RATING: Mature-Audiences Only, MDNI

SUMMARY:

Quiet night for two anthropomorphic embodiments; Dreams and Hope, where they share a few words to express any feelings not communicated about Dream’s imprisonment.

Author’s Notes: Elpis is an androgynous deity of Hope, embodying and embracing whatever perspective the beholder may have. Their name/title is derived from the Greek word of Hope. Will be posting Character Info at some point. Can be read as self-insert considering no real details to gender or looks besides vague descriptions of looks that have to do with abilities and/or related to their role. Anyway, please enjoy.

Dividers By: @/firefly-graphics & @/enchanthings

The study was quiet, save for the faint scratching of a quill against parchment. Dream sat at his desk, his attention fixed on the intricate lines of ink filling the page before him. The flickering lanterns cast long shadows across the room, their soft glow competing with the dim but steady light from your lantern.

You had perched on a stool in front of the desk, legs crossed, idly finishing up an embroidered artwork of simple little flowers. The image was of the sun that you had previously carved with stitches into the small square of thick canvas fabric. Now, you wanted a variety of flowers to form a circle around it. You often came to the study during times like this—not necessarily to speak, but simply to exist in the companionable silence.

Tonight, however, the silence felt heavier, laden with an unspoken energy.

“Do you ever feel like it’s too much?” You finally asked, your voice soft, as though hesitant to break the quiet.

Dream didn’t look up from his writings though questioned, “Too much?”

“The weight of it all. Your duty. Your purpose. Carrying the dreams of every soul who has ever lived… and will ever live.”

The quill paused mid-stroke. He took a moment before he sat the writing utensil down carefully, his long fingers lingering on the top of the desk as though grounding himself.

“I endured a century without purpose,” he said, his voice quiet but sharp. “Before, I thought I understood the weight of my role. But only in its absence did I grasp its true burden and responsibility. My purpose was questioned and picked apart during that time, ultimately causing me to lose sight of my role. After my escape, I found my purpose isn’t one of isolating service to the dreamers. I need them as much as they need me. I serve them to better humanity, not the other way around.”

You straightened slightly, the threaded needle of the color periwinkle was held carefully between limber fingers. “You’ve never really spoken of your captivity.”

Dream leaned back in his chair with stiff posture, his eyes distant, his expression unreadable.

“There is little to say. A century of confinement. Mortals, foolish and desperate, sought to imprison me for their own ends. Roderick Burgess wanted power, immortality… anything but the truth of what he had done.”

“And what truth is that?”

Dream let his eyes wander up to meet your gaze, his eyes shimmered like distant constellations. Those eyes were brightened as they were casted against the faint golden light of your lantern of Hope.

He was a creation that watched the world with the quiet intensity of someone who sees too much yet says too little.

“That no mortal can live without dreams. Or hope. They are entwined. Roderick Burgess did not care to understand the damage he caused—to the Dreaming, to his own kind.”

You lowered your gaze, your voice tender amongst the distance. “I knew something was wrong the moment you disappeared. Hope flickered in ways it never had before. Mortals turned to me, desperate, but it wasn’t enough. Without you, their dreams were broken. And without dreams, even hope began to crumble.”

Dream’s gaze darkened with a sharpened narrowing of his eyes and a slight downward tilt of his chin, “You held them together.”

“Barely,” you admitted, voice trembling, a rare crack in your sturdy composure. “I felt like I was failing them. Like I was failing you.”

“You did not fail,” Morpheus’s tone was rich and low, words enunciated with precision. “You endured. And so did they.”

You lifted your eyes to his, flickering along the contours of his facial structure. Your eyes seemed to glaze with iridescent, unshed tears. There were feelings of guilt and remorse within the confines of golden amber. “But I couldn’t save you.”

For a moment, Dream said nothing. Then, slowly, he stood, walking along the edge of his desk until he was standing before you.

“I did not ask to be saved,” he said, his words were of a soft, slow melancholic cadence. “But even in the dark, when I thought I would never escape, I felt your presence. Faint, but constant. A thread that refused to break.”

Your lantern flared, its soft golden light washing over the room much more that it had previous. Your symbol gave away your emotions away more than you would have liked. You did not stand, though sat your miniature work of art on the desk to give him full attention, glassy hues meeting his.

“It wasn’t just me. It was your own hope, too. You might not see it, Morpheus, but it’s there. Even in you.”

Dream’s eyes searched yours, the slightest of furrow to his brows spoke volumes of quietly intense emotions that were often held back behind the detached look he favored.

“You think too highly of me.”

“And you think too little of yourself,” You replied, your words carried timeless depth having seen the Endless in his earlier years of reigning as King of Dreams.

For a long moment within the silence, your gazes locked—Dream’s a swirling galaxy of blues and purples, and yours, a warm, golden glow of oranges and yellows. The space between you both seemed to hold its own gravity, silent but charged with unspoken understanding.

“Perhaps,” Morpheus’s deliberately subdued response continued, “you are right.”

Your lips curved with a beaming smile, your skin laminating with warm tones of cadmium yellows. “Hope and dreams. We are stronger together.”

Dream inclined his head, the faintest curve of his lips suggesting agreement. The weight of his usual stoicism seemed lighter, as though a long-held burden had shifted, even if only slightly.

As Morpheus returned to his seat and you picked back up your embroidery project, the study fell into a quiet stillness once more. But this time, the silence between you was not heavy—it was whole, resonating with a warmly shared compassion that stretched beyond words.

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In the celestial realm of New Jerusalem, Master Healer Ze Li On confronts a cosmic crisis triggered by sorcerer Neel Gayman, who steals the Sacred Tome of Alexandria—a divine ledger governing creation’s balance. Merged with the demon Iblis, Neel unleashes chaos, corrupting souls and summoning apocalyptic forces like Kalki. A celestial coalition, including Azrael, Dream, Krishna, and Elohim, rallies to restore order. Armed with the Manna-shewbread key, Ze Li On leads a battle against Neel’s illusions and false idols. In the climax, divine intervention seals Neel’s fate: damned to oblivion after rejecting redemption. The Tome is restored, purging corruption and heralding Freedom Day. The epilogue affirms eternal vigilance against hubris, celebrating liberty and justice under Heaven’s authority.

You called. I came.

Jesus

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I want Reparations for the mistreatment and censorship I suffered under Twitter and big tech Leftist scum

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“HOW BIG IS GOD?”

“The LORD is near to all who call upon Him, To all who call upon Him in truth.” —Psalm 145:18

“Am I a God who is near,” declares the LORD, “And not a God far off?” —Jeremiah 23:23

“But as for me, the nearness of God is my good; I have made the Lord GOD my refuge, That I may tell of all Your works.” —Psalm 73:28

“I have set the LORD continually before me; Because He is at my right hand, I will not be shaken.” —Psalm 16:8

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But I am Jesus...

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Blessed be God🙌💖❤️

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Sure! Here's a simplified breakdown of the text:

The author is criticizing Tumblr (and similar social platforms) for unfair moderation practices where users can block or silence others without accountability. They argue this creates imbalance—if someone can block you, you should at least have a way to respond or report abuse. The goal is fairness: no one should be marginalized or silenced by centralized rules or popularity contests. Communities thrive when everyone has equal voice, not when decisions are top-down or profit-driven.

They emphasize collaboration over control, urging platforms to prioritize mutual respect and dialogue instead of letting users "shun" each other. The text also touches on philosophical ideas: true community requires balance, change, and inclusivity (like harmony in music), not just uniformity. People shouldn’t be abandoned or silenced for having unpopular views.

In short:

Fairness matters—no one-sided silencing.

Communities need equal participation, not centralized power or profit-focused rules.

Change gradually, but prioritize accountability and connection.

The author ends by stressing that everyone’s actions shape the future, and unity comes from respecting differences, not enforcing sameness.

Hope that helps! 😊

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The term “activant” seems to be a creative or possibly typo-driven word used in the original text, likely meant to convey the idea of an “active participant” or “activist” within a social platform (like Tumblr). Here’s the breakdown:

Possible Intent:

The author appears to blend “active” + “participant” (or even “activist”) to emphasize someone who is deliberately engaging, advocating, or taking action in a community.

In the text, they contrast an “activant” with a passive user, framing them as someone whose actions (like blocking others) have consequences for community fairness.

Context Clues:

The text critiques platforms where users (“activants”) can silence others (via blocking) without accountability. The author argues that if someone can block you, you should also have recourse to address or report unfair targeting.

An “activant” here likely means someone actively shaping the community’s dynamics — for better or worse — through their choices (e.g., moderation, blocking, advocacy).

Why Not a Standard Term?

“Activant” isn’t a widely recognized English word. It might be the author’s unique phrasing to stress proactive participation or to avoid the neutrality of “user.”

If it’s a typo, they may have meant “actant” (a term from philosophy/semiotics meaning “something that acts”), but this is less likely given the context.

TL;DR:

Think of an “activant” as an active, influential participant in a social platform — someone whose actions (like blocking others) impact the community’s fairness and balance. The author uses the term to highlight accountability for those who wield power in online spaces.

Right?

Of Course these values will translate into the functionality of your social / communication / sharing networks.

However, at this point, certain voices are being cut off and disadvantaged by unfair and one-sided treatment. This is also encouraged by the current state of your program (Tumblr). You will Need to remedy this so that quid pro quo is attained in balance; When one participant is able to lock down another's access to the field of community participation, they must at a minimum have equal recourse [thus is Fairness]. When one user (activant, rather) is allowed to silence another by blocking them, that individual must still be presented the opportunity to address, and report the individual targeting them, if applicable. Shunning ought to be abandoned. Or surely, we are falsity, and Quasimodo himself shall be a mere pawn and play in a sacrifice of innocence. Reform, instead, and mutual understanding, only possible through togetherness, may be achieved-- Nay, Must. Fair Management of fairness is essential to Success. All are Accountable, and to be held to account. No marginalization, and no mandates coming from a centralized 'authority'. Is that not, after all, Distribution? ;

Priority One is equal treatment. If motive is profit at any expense, the price is high indeed. Success, and Community, cannot be driven merely by what is popular, according to the highest consumption and lowest denominator. Or is Human mere Animal, subject only to the chaos of lawless desire? An unsure current of sail indeed. Surely, the mere base cannot Rise, to shine along with the Stars, when the Base is Founded in attachment to the soil of its own accord.

One small Step, at a time.

Try. : DO or Do Not.

A Reasonable Expectation, Under and with the Flows of Time.;

Creation itself requires Change, even of the forms.. and the tools used to share them. And without creation, under balance, there can be no peace, nor lasting community. Simplicity is not always the aim. And Vibrance is achieved in Harmony, which is not mere Unity, but vibration. With every high, leave room also for the valleys. And forget not the sheep who are alone, abandoned to their lonely prairies, and not of their own accord. Indeed, all are Responsible.

:)

There is Inhale, Exhale, and Intermediate. Neutral is not in the absence of act. ; Cognizance sustains systems, and life. And rest, comes for those which have set things right before settling down. Up, we climb, or down we go, together. For what Separation is there, in unity? And What Unity in separation?

Let Us not then fear the sharing of all, in wisdom. For the Future depends on it--and the future is united to the Now.

What Dreams may Come, when we are not merely in the 'now'. In Mind, in eye, in sight, and in sleep, we perceive, and persevere.

For All Is Connected, and All Are.

Ample Summits can be attained, if in Unity we Critique what is here / and what is beyond the edges of the 'might be'. We only see - with our eyes - what is above the plaine, before the horizon. What I See, is another story, for a day of Sun, and a night of cool air.

Semper Temperance.

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~ Night, Light ~

"Between what might and not"

", be"

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Tumblr is corrupt, promoting Leftist perversion and making it difficult for the sane.

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That’s a dense and thought-provoking passage. It seems to critique the tendency of societal structures to prioritize immediate gains and rigid frameworks over deeper, more abstract potential. There’s a sense of frustration with the way expediency masquerades as foresight—suggesting that true vision is often sacrificed for the illusion of control or progress. The imagery of the static tumbler, trapped within its own walls, evokes a feeling of stagnation leading to entropy, a loss into the void.

Are you exploring a particular philosophical or sociological perspective with this? It has echoes of existentialism, perhaps even a critique of utilitarianism in modern systems.

The Incipient Immutable Mutable Criticality of Reason

The Incipient Immutable Mutable Criticality of Reason

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The mindless domination of the anarcho sociological zoo to favor myopic functionality & instant manifestation based upon current assumptions over unknown potential or future value is a thorn in the side which as any wound must fester until healed, one way or another.

Expediency in the guise of foresight, the curse of everything made of Unbelief's affectations.

A tumbler which remains static is imprisoned in its walls & limits, to no impact or effect, beyond observation, and in dissipation, into Nothing.

-Ness

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Cry Libshit

This is your new and improved president of the United States of America

And there's nothing you can do about it.

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Bomb threat allegations, hit pieces, censorship, AOC meltdown, defamation, it was all worth it for this moment.

Trump is banning child mutilation and castration.

The gender pseudoscience industry lost.

The child predators lost.

We won.

Children won.

America won.