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dragon-kazansky · 1 year ago
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Symphony of dreams
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Morpheus x Female Reader
You are his lover. When Morpheus was captured, you fell into the deep sleep. He has no idea until he returns to his realm where Lucienne tells him what happened. Unable to help you until he gets his tools back, he is more determined than ever to get his full power back.
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Chapter One - See you soon
Chapter Two - Old friends
Chapter Three - Dreams do come true
Chapter Four - Never let go
Chapter Five - A day with Death
Chapter Six - When the stars aligned
Chapter Seven - Hob
Chapter Eight - The Vortex
Chapter Nine - Dreams
Chapter Ten - Blood and water
Epilogue
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Sequel story will follow season 2 when it comes out.
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taevisionceo · 2 years ago
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TAEVision 3D Design Applications Automotive LEXUS LC 500 Luxury Coupé 2-door Convertible ... 2021... (レクサス, Rekusasu) LEXUS "EXPERIENCE AMAZING" "SYMPHONY OF DREAMS" ▸ TAEVision Engineering on Pinterest ▸ TAEVision Engineering on Google Photos
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Data 586 - Oct 20, 2023
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brooksside · 7 months ago
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and just like that it’s been 4 years
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gummi-ships · 5 months ago
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Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance - Symphony of Sorcery
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leaf--storm · 11 months ago
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I really wanna go to the sonic symphony
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zorishy · 6 months ago
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Ode To L’Manberg: It’s Not Your Time to Die
Here is the third work in my series presenting story of L’Manberg in my main DSMP au (Symphony of Gods and Dreamers). The lore dumps I have posted about this au can be found under the “Zorishy’s Bursona Lore” tag.
This poster covers the events of the New L’Manberg/Exile arc.
AU specific details:
• Tubbo gets a custom green L’Manberg uniform
• Dream manipulates Tubbo into exiling Tommy by framing him for helping wilbur blow up L’Manberg
• after Tommy’s exile is announced, Technoblade tries to attack Tubbo, fights and scars Quackity, and then runs off
• Butcher army never finds Techno, they try but never do
• Techno arrived on the SMP in the Technoplane
• Ghostbur doesn’t get his stab wound until the first revival attempt
• Fundy has been aged down, he’s around 3 here
• Wilbur actually has a grave!
•Tommy successfully kills himself by jumping off the tower
• Dream revives Tommy after he jumps off the tower
ADDENDUM: there is an aspect of this poster that is now inaccurate to my au. I changed it so Quackity is the one to adopt Fundy instead of Eret. Why? To fuel tntduo rivalry and also because c!Fundy is part of Las Nevadas.
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mewguca · 3 months ago
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it is. my birth day. my activation cycle. made a messy drawing
cameos
DOVS ( @fauxbia ), POE ( @ideavian ), ACF ( @cloverlady ), ION ( @wuu-yuuno ), and OSS ( @charlottenanachi )
can you see the corvus inspiration here hehe
((does this mean NMMST and SLS have the same birthday? perhaps. why not))
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confessedlyfannish · 2 years ago
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DP x DC Writing Prompt #8
The day Bruce Wayne knocks on her apartment door Sam knows it's going to be a doozy.
"Mr. Wayne, I really do hope no one saw you," she says, ushering him in. "And for the record, a text ahead of time would be appreciated."
"I parked the car a few streets away," Bruce says, sticking a finger in his heel to peel his polished leather shoes off. Sam raises an eyebrow. "It's a sedan, not a Lamborghini."
"You own a sedan?"
"Taught Dick to drive in it...after he crashed the Lamborghini."
Sam snorts despite herself. The charm Bruce Wayne exhibits would usually rub her the wrong way, too reminiscent of wealthy men that feel comfortable placing a hand on the small of your back at a crowded gala, but Bruce is honest enough about his playacting that she has come to find its insincerity comforting. She's actually sought him out more than once, leading to several annoying headlines that can't seem to decide if she's aiming to date him or one of his eligible sons. None of whom are eligible by the way, as they are a) taken, b) legally dead, c) practically a minor, and d) an actual minor.
Sam's generational wealth is peanuts compared to Wayne Industries, so naturally her parents have been thrilled and rooting for option c.
"I also didn't want Danny to see I'd texted you. Or force you to lie to him."
Sam doesn't quite tense, but it's a near thing. She does slide to the other side of her kitchen island, under the context of finishing prepping her feta fried eggs, laid on a bed of smashed avocado and warm tortilla. She pulls a bottle of crunchy garlic oil out of the fridge and drizzles hot red crisps across the runny yolk. She takes a bite, chewing thoughtfully, not so much as offering him a glass of water.
"You realize, Mr. Wayne, I have no intention of lying to Danny now?"
Bruce sits at the stool on the opposite side of the island. "I understand. And if you want to ask Danny to return home before we continue, I'd understand that as well. I didn't mean to discomfit you--"
"Please do not lie to me now, Mr. Wayne," Sam says, rolling her eyes. "By your own admission you showed up at noon without warning knowing my superhero boyfriend wouldn't be present. If I am discomfited, all the more likely you get your information, right?" Golden yolk runs down her fingers, and she sacrifices it to the napkin rather than lick up her arm in front of her boss, with no small amount of resentment. The yolk is the best part.
"Get to it then," she demands.
Bruce straightens in his stool, chin raising and firming in a jawline she most often sees under a cowl. His eyes attempt to pin her in place, but Sam has stared the Master of Time in the face and demand he reschedule so she is built. different. She takes another bite of egg taco.
"I was not aiming for you to feel threatened, and moreover, I doubt you could be."
Except a smart person should always feel threatened by a threat, no matter their capability of handling one. It keeps them alive.
"Can you tell me how I'm not like all the other girls after lunch? You'll spoil my appetite."
Bruce clears his throat. "I'll get to the point--"
"Thank you."
"--Danny has been exhibiting paranormal behaviors beyond his baseline. We welcome all biologies; human, alien, and paranormal alike, but I have observed actions unlike what he had previously established as his, for lack of a better word, 'normal'
"I want to make sure he is not experiencing any unwelcome outside influence. Or, if this is merely a facet of his evolution, I'd like to know if this is something we or his family should be monitoring."
Sam has been an eco-consultant with Wayne Industries and unofficially, the Batfamily, for half a year now and this is the most she's ever heard the man speak in one sitting.
"Wow," she says. "How long have you been rehearsing that one?"
"A while." Bruce grunts, voice finally taking that final drop into Batman's gravelly rasp. "I see you're not surprised by any of this."
"No, not really," Sam says. She pours him a tall glass of lemon water from the pitcher, freshly sliced that morning, and he takes a polite sip.
"So what can you tell me?"
"Probably a lot. And Danny would probably prefer that I do, knowing him, the big baby," Sam sighs. "Listen Mr. Wayne, I can appreciate that you came here from a place of caution rather than intrusion. And if Danny was undergoing something negative or from an 'unwelcome outside influence' that would be the right call, and I, albeit begrudgingly, encourage you to do so in the future."
"But he's not."
"He's not," Sam confirms. "And in fact, I think he could really use someone to talk to about it. Outside of his family."
"I see..." Bruce says, shifting.
"If you want to tag team this one with one of the higher EQ players, such as Superman, I give you permission." Sam does not think she's imagining that slight sag of relief.
"Thank you," Bruce says, sliding off the stool. "I don't suppose you have material we could consult...?"
"Actually yes, I happen to have a pamphlet right here. 'So your ghostly body is changing, and how.'"
"You're being more sarcastic than usual."
"You interrupted my lunch, Mr. Wayne."
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polling-sonic-fans · 2 months ago
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Best Sonic content so far from the 2020s decade?
Sonic the Hedgehog Movie (2020)
Sonic Symphony
Sonic Colors Ultimate
Sonic the Hedgehog Movie 2
Sonic Origins
Sonic Prime
Sonic Frontiers
Sonic Superstars
Sonic Dream Team
Knuckles (2024)
Sonic X Shadow Generations
Sonic the Hedgehog Movie 3
Thanks anon! Polls for the Sonic fandom on just about anything. Share polls you like to get more data. Asks and submissions always open.
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gunstellations · 2 years ago
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in his dreams ✨🌟
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dragon-kazansky · 1 year ago
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Symphony of dreams
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Morpheus x Female Reader
You are his lover. When Morpheus was captured, you fell into the deep sleep. He has no idea until he returns to his realm where Lucienne tells him what happened. Unable to help you until he gets his tools back, he is more determined than ever to get his full power back.
{Masterlist}
{Previous Chapter} - {Next Chapter}
Warnings: Some more episode content, but my plot picks up again here too.
Chapter Three - Dreams do come true
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The ruby has been altered. Someone had changed it. This was not good. If Morpheus couldn't use his ruby, he would not be back to full power.
He wouldn't be able to wake you.
Morpheus needed to figure out how to get his ruby back. How to get that power back.
He found him.
John Burgess. That was his real name. He had many throughout his life, while his mother, Ethel, moved them around. The ruby had been given to him by his mother. She had stolen the tools when she left Rodrick Burgess.
John had been using the ruby to make people more honest. To make the do and say what they really felt.
No more lies.
It did not end well. The people he was playing with died. Morpheus walked in to claim back his ruby.
Morpheus walked into the diner. The lights were mostly out, and some were flickering. Blood puddled on the floor. John stood when Morpheus came in.
"Hello. I'm John." He spoke softly. "I'm glad you're here. The powers gone out, so there's no TV, and no one left to talk to."
"What is it you think you're doing?" Morpheus asks.
"Saving the world from its lies."
"The ruby wasn't made for that." Morpheus tells him.
"You're The Sandman. My mother was right, she said you would be coming for it."
"You must return it to me so I can repair the damage you have done."
"I'm not giving it to you. It's mine."
"It is harming you, John. And your world."
"It's revealing the truth." John says. "This is the truth of mankind."
"No. You're wrong. This is the truth of mankind." Morpheus shows him how things were meant to be. These people with their lives and their dreams.
John abused the power he has.
"The ruby is hurting you, John. It has too much of my power within it. It stole more when I tried to use it." Morpheus explains.
"Then perhaps if I use it to steal the rest of your powers, I will be the king of dreams."
"If you would rob a dream lord lof his powers, you shall do so in his realm. In dreams."
John turns to find himself standing outside a mansion. The Burgess mansion, to be precise. He goes inside, following a cloaked figure. He follows her into a room, only to discover his mother under the hood.
Then he's back in that room at the hospital being spangled by her.
A dream. A nightmare.
This isn't real.
He uses the ruby and finds himself in the throne room. It's still in disarray. He stands and looks up at the shattered stained glass windows.
"Is this your palace, dream lord? Is this your throne, king of lies?"
Quiet.
"Well it's mine now!"
John uses the ruby, and the walls come burning down. The palace sets alight, and everything burns.
"Are you watching? Can you see me? Using your own powers to burn away your lies."
"You must stop."
The fire stops. John turns to see The Sandman in his helm.
"It is not too late to save yourself."
"Oh, you think it's me that needs saving?"
"Your father stole the ruby from me and cursed you with it." Morpheus tells him.
"You mean he blessed me with it.
John holds the ruby up in his hand. It glows. "Your reign ended when my father captured you." He walks towards Morpheus. "Your kingdom is my birthright."
The ruby appears to be taking all of Morpheus' power.
"Your power resides within me. How does it feel to know I hold your life in my hands?"
Morpheus crumples to the ground.
"You're hurting... the dreamers." Morpheus manages to say.
"Well, it's time they woke up!"
John crushes the ruby in his palm. The shards fall to the ground beneath him. The palace is gone.
"I did it." John stands. "I killed him. I won."
"Thank you, John."
John looks up to find himself standing in the plam of The Sandman. He isn't dead. He was very much alive.
"But I killed you..."
"You destroyed the ruby and released the power inside. I would never have thought of that. I had forgotten just how much of myself I had placed in the jewel." Morpheus explains.
"Are you going to kill me?"
"I could. Perhaps I will. But the dream stone was not made for mortals, and it came to you through no fault of your own. So no, John, I will not kill you."
Morpheus lays John down in his bed.
"Sleep well, John."
Morpheus walked away. He had his powers back. He was going to fix everything. He was going to wake you.
The rebuilding could begin.
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Morpheus entered the room quietly. Matthew and Lucienne were giving him space. The raven promised to tell the Liberian everything that had happened.
You were so still. Sound asleep.
Morpheus did not make a sound as he sat on the edge of the bed and reached for your hand. His long pale fingers curled around yours gently. His thumb stroked over your ring.
"I'm here, my love. I came back."
He reaches out with his other hand to touch your cheek softly. He leans over you ever so slightly.
"I am home."
He leans down and presses his lips to your forehead. As he does so, his hand remains wrapped around yours.
Wake up, my love.
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You are standing in nothingness. Dark as far as you can see. There is not a soul in sight. There is not a thing in sight. Just nothing.
Wake up.
Wake up.
You can hear it echoing in the dark. A voice. Soothing, familiar. It sounds like home. Where is home? How do you get to it?
Wake up.
"I'm trying."
You stop and take a deep breath. You loft your hand and look at your ring. He is home. He will take you home. You lift your hand up and gently press your ring against your bottom lip.
"I want to go home."
I am home. Wake up.
"Morpheus?"
"I am here, my love. Wake. I shall be there."
You close your eyes and take some deep breaths. You think of the palace. The throne room. Your room. The room you share with the king of dreams. You smile.
"My love."
Your eyes open and suddenly there is something. Someone. No more darkness. You feel warmth. You feel him.
"Morpheus?"
Your eyes meet his blue ones, and he smiles. You go to say something but don't get the chance. You're scooped up into his long arms and pressed against his chest. You feel your heart beating as you wrap your arms around him.
"You're home."
"Yes, my love. I am home."
You cling to each other, scared to let go again. You grab the back of his coat to feel the fabric against your skin. You inhale sharply to remember his scent. You squeeze him to make sure he is really there.
"I am sorry," he whispers.
"What for?"
"For leaving you."
"You did not leave me. Not by choice."
He pulls away and settles his hands on your arms. He takes a good look at you.
"I was captured and kept prisoner in a basement for a century. Our realm crumbled. You slept, unable to wake until I was able to wake you. It is my fault."
You reach out and cradle his face.
"No. No, it is not. Never say that."
He spent the next few moments looking at you. You're still as beautiful as the day he left. He feared that if he had been trapped any longer than he had, he would have forgotten your face. He never wanted to forget you.
"I love you," he whispers.
"I love you too."
Morpheus once again takes you in his arms and holds you. He needed time with his wife. He has a lot to make up for.
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@missdreamofendless - @mischievousvillainy - @kpopgirlbtssvt - @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy - @emarich7 -
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murtvets · 4 months ago
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getting my friend into the dream smp feels like bringing him home. this is My Home. i hope it can be yours, too. we are all here, still. holding hands.
welcome home. i hope you like it
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thestoryofnani · 3 months ago
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This world is full of demons
And the innocent are easily led
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gummi-ships · 5 months ago
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Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance - Symphony of Sorcery
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symphony-of-smoke · 4 months ago
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Hello!
I'm 🚬Revbur, I use any pronouns(he/it/she mainly), bodily an adult, gay, autistic, disabled, and co-host of our DID system the Analog Collective.
if it's not obvious enough, I'm a DSMP fictive, and I'm looking for others like me(source or not, kins and doubles welcome) to be friends. so hey, if you want to chat, shoot me a dm! I might come off weird but hey that's to be expected right lol
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zorishy · 7 months ago
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Ode To L’Manberg: Independence or Death
This is the first in a series of works I am making for my high school art class. The series is meant to present the story of L’Manberg as written in my main DSMP au (Symphony of Gods and Dreamers). The lore dumps I have posted about this au can be found under the Zorishy’s Bursona Lore tag.
If you do not wish to read all that, here are the au specific details shown in this poster:
Schlatt and Quackity were part of L’Manberg when it was founded.
Fundy has been aged down, being only 2 during the war.
the button in the final control room would have blown up L’Manberg if Schlatt and Quackity hadn’t prevented Eret from pressing it.
Dream stole the revival book from Mumza long before the beginning of the SMP and has been corrupted by its power. (Not that he wasn’t already evil to begin with)
The original L’Manberg army was much larger than in canon and made up of defectors from Dream’s early colonies on the SMP.
Sally is a shapeshifter
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