dreamingofcalliope
Dreaming of Calliope
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what it says on the tin. somewhere for me to dip my toes into writing fic.
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dreamingofcalliope · 2 years ago
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Apologies for the delay in getting out The Dream Guard’s first chapter! I had plans to get it up last week but then I came down with a horrible toothache that resulted in a wisdom tooth coming out so I’ve been recovering from that. I’m gonna do my best to get it up this week so, until then, have a little seven sentence sneak peek!
Warnings: graphic description of injury, general talk of death.
As it tended to happen when she woke, the first thing she knew was pain.
Dying did tend to be a painful affair, so that wasn’t completely shocking. She hadn’t had a peaceful one as of yet in all honesty but that didn’t make the experience any more fun. Bullets particularly sucked because sometimes she gained awareness before they’d finished working their way out of her body, like now, and so there was little she could do except grit her teeth and wait for the burning to end.
This one was particularly bad; it must have lodged into bone or something and despite her instincts, and knowing better, she groaned aloud as the bullet finally worked itself free of her flesh. With a deep inhale, her eyes opened to look upon… the night sky? No… those were ruins around her and for a moment she wondered if the person she’d set free had destroyed their prison as punishment; she wouldn’t have blamed them if they had.
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dreamingofcalliope · 2 years ago
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Thank you so much everyone for your support of the dream guard's preview! I've been blown away by the interest and I'm hoping to have the first chapter up at the end of this week! Just wanted to take a second to say a huge thanks for your support!!! See you soon!!
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dreamingofcalliope · 2 years ago
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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖗𝖉 {𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖜}
When a woman sets him free at the cost of her own life, Dream vows to honour her sacrifice and lay her to rest in the Dreaming, once it is restored... only things don’t quite go to plan when she reawakens unexpectedly.
Pairing: Morpheus x Reader (no y/n used)
Warnings: graphic violence, blood, angst, major character death. basically all the same nasty stuff that happened in the first episode xD
A/N: a little preview of the first chapter of this story! I have no idea how long said story will be, or whether it’ll be all different instalments, I’m just kind of going with the flow right now. It is a fusion between the Sandman show and ideas from the Old Guard (which everyone should go watch too bc amazing)! 
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The first shot split the air with a crack, even amidst the sound of shouting, and the splatter of red across the glass of his prison was uncomfortably familiar to Morpheus. 
His heart had not been inclined to hope for help since he had lost Jessamy, and though it still did not now, the similarity of the moment his loyal servant had been struck down was an uncomfortable weight.
The second took the woman to her knees, in a pose not unlike those who supplicated before him in the past, his subjects, in search of an audience with the King of Dreams and Nightmares, while her hand clutched at the new wound spilling red down the front of her body. Her eyes held his gaze, as it had since she’d found her way into the basement a few minutes earlier, and with the weight of resignation in his throat, Morpheus accepted he would now bear witness to another passing. 
Yet it was not shock he found in her features, surprise at a life cut short, rather she seemed… focused; on living, he supposed even as she pitched forward like a puppet whose strings had been cut, until she reached for the binding circle beneath his cage. He dared not look too long, to linger on the markings that had helped keep him prisoner all this time, even now as she reached for them, but the hope bloomed in his chest heedless of the cost of the act. 
The woman would die here, of that he held no doubt, yet that seed of hope sprouted that perhaps her sacrifice would not be completely in vain. In fact he swore it. 
If she were to set him free, he would see that sacrifice honoured.
Another shot came; he unconsciously echoed the flinch she gave but she did not falter. With her own blood coating her hand, and, he suspected, what little strength she had remaining, she swept across the markings; distorting the edges enough to destroy the power they contained. As he watched her head fall and the light die in her eyes, for the first time in over a century, his power spilled beyond the edges of his prison. 
Like a limb tight from disuse, he stretched his influence towards the guard whose gun was still raised. A push and more shots came, this time at the barrier separating them and finally it gave way, shattering under the joint pressure. 
He was free.
Once the guards were taken care of, and his jailers sufficiently punished, Morpheus approached the still form of his saviour. With gentle hands, he gathered her close and stood, escape and his promise at the forefront of his mind; he would not leave her body at the mercy of any servant of the Burgess family. A mixture of emotions; gratitude, sorrow, anger, relief, all warred inside him as he turned towards the swirling portal that would finally take them home and allowed it to carry them away from his prison for good.
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dreamingofcalliope · 2 years ago
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Did I just make a whole ass tumblr to dip my toes into writing morpheus x reader fic and say hi? Yes. Yes I did. Hi! Right now working out a sandman/old guard fusion idea but then the sky is the limit!
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