#poppies are our Dreamling flower

[teejaystumbles]

Poppy King  (I’m obsessed, I told you)

O soft embalmer of the still midnight,    Shutting, with careful fingers and benign, Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,    Enshaded in forgetfulness divine: O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close    In midst of this thine hymn my willing eyes, Or wait the "Amen," ere thy poppy throws    Around my bed its lulling charities. Then save me, or the passed day will shine Upon my pillow, breeding many woes,—    Save me from curious Conscience, that still lords Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;    Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards, And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul.

To Sleep - John Keats

[obsessivedreamling]

I fulfilled the poll

“Fields of flowers, skies so blue, The world awakens, bright and new. Spring’s embrace, so warm and kind, A season’s dance, in rhythm we find.” - Poem

Original Post Date: April 1st 2024

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[windsweptinred]

Dreamling through the Language of Poppies

"Look."

Dream plucked a single poppy flower from the ocean of blooms they rested in. Its head, a rainbow. Each petal a different hue, something that could have only been of the Dreaming.

"The Greeks... " he began, "called it Mekon, The Opium Poppy, symbol of Oneiros, my Crest. Five petals it flourishes, five pigmants it blooms. Five, for each of the names they granted me...

Cloud white for Hypnos, The Slumber Caster.

Red like spilled blood for Morpheus, The Illusion Molder.

Pink shot with veins of purple for Phantasos, Fantasy Weaver.

Night Black for Phobetor, the Dred Frightener.

Yellow burnt with orange for Epiales, The Fever that sets upon sleepers.

It has brought as much pain as pleasure to mortals in its existence. A thing, both craved and reviled. All that I am in a single blossom."

Hob regarded him silently for a moment, before gently taking the flower from his grasp.

"All that you are indeed Dove. Now I can't say much on the ways of the classical mysteries...But the language of flowers, that I remember still! Now see as I see..

The white poppy, peace, rest. For Sleep is the balm of the soul.

The red poppy, love, rememberance. For Dream cradles our hopes with tenderness.

The pink and purple poppy, imagination, beauty, luxury. For Day Dream is the magic of the Waking.

The black poppy, mystery, the untold, protection. For Nightmare is our sage guide when we refuse to see.

The yellow and orange poppy, energy, excitement, vitality. For Fever Dream allows us poor mortals brief glimpses at wonders beyond our comprehension.

Papaver Somniferum... The flower of joy. Beacuse that's what you are Dream. Never forget that."

[moorishflower]

Hello dear, I wanted to take the time to also tell you about how much I love your works! After you started us off with Isaiah 45:23 and made poppies our dreamling flower I think "That I should wedded-be" has left a really deep impact on me and will always be one of my favourites. The whole eating of the heart and the way it is referenced throughout the series of follow-up works as the way they are connected is just. So. Good. For me. I haven't read the latest installment but I'm looking forward to it! (I want to have the time to enjoy it so it's still on my to read list.)

Maybe sprout wings is my the second fav, I have worried so much over these two over the course of reading, it was great to follow along and be able to read it as you publish it. I usually prefer reading fics when they're completed, but with this fandom I have found dedicated writers whose fics I gladly follow along while they are written, you among them. :) I could go on which of your fics I like but I'd have to list all of them, and there are so many! I will have to reread a few! Vampire Dream! Slutty dress Hob! Power bottom omega Hob! So many great short stories!! So many brilliant ideas! SIREN DREAM my dearest heart <3<3<3 The most I hope to see more of are your two unfinished works, If I please you and The Whole of Love Contained. 1389 Hob has a special place in my heart always and forever and I am very invested in his journey to Canterbury, also I am dying to know what happens to hurt Hob with fretting Dream and all his siblings. I'd also love more of the Wine-dark sea!

Well, this has been my love letter to you without much poetry because I'm not that good at words and not a native English-speaker. So instead I will share a poem of dear George with you because I am currently down a romantic rabbit hole of Byron's works:

When I dream that you love me, you’ll surely forgive; Extend not your anger to sleep; For in visions alone your affection can live,— I rise, and it leaves me to weep. Then, Morpheus! envelop my faculties fast, Shed o’er me your languor benign; Should the dream of to-night but resemble the last, What rapture celestial is mine! They tell us that slumber, the sister of death, Mortality’s emblem is given; To fate how I long to resign my frail breath, If this be a foretaste of Heaven!

Ah! frown not, sweet Lady, unbend your soft brow, Nor deem me to happy in this; If I sin in my dream, I atone it for now, Thus doom’d, but to gaze upon bliss. Though in visions, sweet Lady, perhaps you may smile, Oh! think not my penance deficient! When dreams of your presence my slumbers beguile, To awake, will be torture sufficient.

Tashina words can't express how touching and how beautiful and how KIND this message is, and how kind YOU are! I look forward to every comment you leave me, and your art and your fic is SO SO good, and deserving of most effusive praise <3 If I Please You is coming along steadily, and Whole of Love is sort of on the backburner at the moment but I don't have any plans to abandon it, there's just SO MUCH that I want to write that it feels like I'm an overfull helium balloon LOL

Thank you for the BEAUTIFUL poem, gosh Byron was an insufferable man but he damn well knew how to write love poetry ToT And I hope you have a fantastic new year my dear!!!

[nobleconsort]

❛ Repost & BOLD which lines of famous poetry apply to your muse

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness // starving hysterical naked // tyger tyger, burning bright // i have done it again // do not go gentle into that good night // the sea is calm to-night // let us go then, you and i // april is the cruelest month // pretty women wonder where my secret lies // there is a place where the sidewalk ends. // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood. // whose woods these are i think i know, // let us twain walk aside from the rest // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i will show you fear in a handful of dust // and how shall I presume // i taught myself to live simply and wisely // it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // o my love is like a red, red rose // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done // out of the night that covers me // it was many and many a year ago // tread softly because you tread on my dreams // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire // some say in ice // hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees // no man is an island // remember me when i am gone away // i met a traveler from an antique land // ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul // when we wear the mask that grins and lies // death be not proud // and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you // the art of losing isn’t hard to master // to see a world in a grain of sand // carries in itself the light of hidden flowers // is there anybody there? said the traveller // nobody heard him, the dead man // that crazed girl improving her music // come to me in the silence of the night // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep // in flanders’ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery not to sing at all // if tarry space no limit knows // the shore of the heart where I have roots // come live with me and be my love // had we but world enough and time // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were stedfast as thou art- // thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // what spring does with the cherry trees // how do i love thee? let me count the ways // heaven is what i cannot reach // my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night //shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty // i had a dream, which was not at all a dream // he clasps the ring with crooked hands // had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths // but I, being poor, have only my dreams // I have spread my dreams under your feet // I went out to the hazel wood // with apple blossom in her hair // though I am old with wandering // I will find out where she has gone // the golden apples of the sun // and nodding by the fire // loved the sorrows of your changing face // and hid his face amid a crowd of stars // behold me, for I cannot sleep // though rose-leaves die of grieving // a little bit of everything // oh, never by way of advice // the reveille sang out in the yards of the barracks // he is not here; but far away // your hand upon my chest is my hand // as certain dark things are to be loved // your hands the color of a savage harvest // as if you were on fire from within // the plant that never blooms // vines on melancholy walls // ( also feel free to add lines when applicable )

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[teejaystumbles]

@moorishflower blatantly dared me to do this, so have this kind of companion piece to my Poppy King. It also is practically an illustration for moorishflower’s fic Isaiah 45:23 (which will make your nose bleed) by how much the imagery was influenced by it. ;)

[teejaystumbles]

If I asked you now Will you be my prince Will you lay down your armour And be with me forever When you open me All the power in me moves How you want to see All the depths of me real When you open me All the power in me moves I feel real

(Two men in Love - The Irrepressibles)

Thanks for reminding me of that song @wordsinhaled, I immediately had to art and couldn’t stop until done. Also I miss the poppies so there you go.

[teejaystumbles]

Hi. I absolutely love the paintings of Hob and Dream with the poppies and you’re the reason I have poppies as my lock screen and 8 new OC’s for a video game now. Never been so fixated on a flower before. Thank you :)

Your welcome, I've been inspired by moorishflower's fiction though so they deserve much gratitude, they started it with all the poppies 😅