#( dream walker )

[macknus]

Febuwhump: Day Six

Prompt: Forced to Stay Awake

Febuwhump Masterpost

Villain was tied to a chair in Superhero’s office. His hands were tied down tight to the arms of the chair, rope wound so tightly around them that every time a finger twitched it sent lightning streaks of pins and needles through his entire hand and forced him to clench his teeth.

Villain sat behind Superhero’s desk, the back of the comfortable, cushioned chair against the wall so Villain was forced to watch Superhero work. And not do interesting work that he could report back to Supervillain with. No, Superhero was doing paperwork. And it was putting Villain to sleep.

Or it would have. If Superhero would let him fucking sleep.

He must’ve been awake for over two days straight by now. Superhero knew that when he captured Villain he wouldn’t be able to stop Villain dream walking to tell Supervillain and Henchman that he was kidnapped and held hostage by Superhero.

So Superhero, ingeniously decided — his words not Villain’s — that he wouldn’t let Villain sleep to be able to dream.

Villain balked at Superhero when he told him. “You— you can’t be serious.”

“Deadly,” Superhero said with a hyena’s grin. “But don’t worry. Supervillain and your other friends won’t be a threat soon enough.”

He could only imagine what he looked like. His eyelids, despite staying open, drooped after the first day and burned with every blink. Superhero has been gracious enough to allow Villain periods where he can close his eyes, but they were only allowed to for ten minutes at a time. Not enough for Villain to go into R.E.M.

Not enough time for him to access his power.

The alarm blared a shrill sound that signified it was time for Villain to open his eyes and Villain moaned. He felt ill. Physically and mentally. His thoughts drifted like tendrils of smoke, stroking his skull before slipping away.

“Open your eyes, Villain,” Superhero sang.

Villain groaned again. “Please… just… a few more—” he heard a thunk of a pen on a desk, the scrape of Superhero’s chair push back and footsteps. Villain’s eyes flew open and he groaned again. Superhero smirked down at him, grabbing Villain by the hair and yanking his head up.

Villain cried out, yanking his head back but Superhero just pulled harder until Villain’s neck was fully extended and he couldn’t move. Villain glared at him, lips curling back into a snarl.

“You look dreadful, Vil,” Superhero commented dryly. “You look like you need a good night’s sleep.”

Villain would have kicked him if his ankles weren’t tied to the legs of the chair. He only got away with kicking Superhero once before he tied his legs down too.

“When I say open your eyes, you open your eyes,” Superhero said softly. “Unless you want the other serum that keeps you awake. You remember that, don’t you?”

Villain shivered despite himself. Oh. He remembered that alright. That’s what had downed Villain in the first place. It was like molten lava scorching his veins, shooting through his body as quick as electricity, burning everything and leaving icy sharpness in its wake. Villain screamed and screamed and screamed.

Hands on him felt at once too hot and far, far too cold. He shivered as if he was verging on hypothermia and writhed as he was restrained and brought to Superhero’s office.

They threw him down in front of Superhero’s desk and he hit the ground hard. Superhero said something, but Villain couldn’t hear. The ropes felt like barbed wire sunk into his skin, cutting his wrists like thorns and stopping him from struggling.

“Or do you need a reminder?” Superhero cooed.

Villain clenched his jaw. “I remember.”

“Good.” Superhero removed his hold of Villain’s hair and Villain’s head whipped to the side. The pain followed after, and the sound of the slap clapped through his ears. Villain felt a coppery tang of blood in his mouth as he looked up at Superhero with a piercing glare.

Superhero’s smirk returned. “See? Now your lips have a little colour at least.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

Superhero laughed as he returned to his desk. “Oh, Villain. By the time I have Supervillain you won’t be able to get near me. You’ll be enjoying a cozy little cell in the Supe-Prison. You can have a nice little reunion with your friends that you were too weak to warn, hmm?”

“I will haunt you,” Villain promised darkly.

Superhero waved him away. “Oh Vil, I have enough fan-mail as it is. Don’t trouble yourself.”

They fell into silence again. Superhero returned to his work, and Villain sat there, useless, and watched. He glanced out the window to the city sprawled below and begged, pleaded for Supervillain to know… to realise that whatever trap he was walking into was a mistake…

*~*~*~*~*

Tag-list: @whump-in-the-closet

[durgeapologist]

“He was gorgeous, in a wants-me-dead kind of way.”

A Woman Scorned, T.J. Pen/solitary-sister/Jonny Buldoc/Nitya Prakash/Aaron O’Hanlon/The Sun and Her Flowers, Rupi Kaur/Notes From The Underground, Fyodor Dostoevsky

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Person A: “This feels like a dream...”

Person B: “While not entirely correct, you’re not exactly wrong either... Visiting you in person isn’t really an option right now, after all... Though it will be soon.”

Person A: “...And then you’ll take me away from here? Just like you promised?”

Person B: “Just like I promised.”

[xdraonarts]

imprisoning them for being hard to tag (also bc im shocked that i haven't seen this joke done yet)

[mymangamemes]

Me in a dream

From The Abandoned Princess' Secret Bedroom (fan translation) by Hyeni and Sung Hye-rim

[liminaldaydreams]

*makes out w the shadow man*

Me: what are we

Him: *eldritch horror noises*

Me: that's so hot

[heartshapedbubble]

Hi, i'm so glad to see you here again! I hope you are doing well after your winter break

You may not believe it, but as soon as I thought about you, it turned out that you opened requests again!

Actually, I don't have a specific request, just an idea: Dreamwalker interacting with the reader acting as a "sleeping beauty". Maybe it could be a very very short oneshot with scene where Luchino wakes up the reader with a kiss or few hcs where Luchino sends the sleeping reader good dreams, warding off nightmares or smth like that

I guess my thoughts look very messy, so it's okay if you reject the request. This idea came to me right before going to bed, but it seemed so interesting to me that I couldn't help but share it with you

No matter what you decide, thank you for attention and have a nice day! ♡

oh god i had so much ideas/concepts with this but compiling them into something... comprehensible was quite the challenge. i love dream walker to death one of my favourite a tiers

this went more in the general hc direction but i made sure not to forget the romance🫡🫡🫡

shout out to you nehvas you're one of the people carrying both my account and the luchino fan society ong 🙏 luchino fans are in for a treat with this one i fear i didn't expect to write this much but here we are

dream walker luchino with a sleeping reader/general hcs🦎🌠

cut for length !

one of the first things that came to mind here were the notsnitsa (nochnitsa), evil spirits from slavic mythology that torment the sleeper by sitting on their chest, drawing out their life energy

i'd consider dream walker an anti-hero, maybe not even a hero at all. all he does is roam people's dreams, be they nightmares or heavens, that's why he's armed in the first place!

the exact reason why he roams the dream sphere is unknown to him. at one unspecified point in his (now) immortal life he sensed a calling to slay the horrors concocted by the human consciousness when it's off the leash of sanity, and for him, that's when his actual life started

once he finishes exploring, he bottles up the dream inside a glass container, ridding the person of it and their memories of it for the night, adding them to his already big collection. during his free time, he rewinds the dreams and watches the unique dream world unfold inside the container like an ecosystem, bursting with life that, sadly, isn't real nor logical

the way he enters a dream is quite simple. since he's not active nor visible to mortals in the daylight, the moment the clock strikes for midnight he enters the chosen one's bedroom through the window, crawls to their bed and inches his own face closer and closer to the victim's, merging their minds, perceptions and senses together

he, in fact, never considered the act to be something possibly intimate or even loving, and he hardly paid any attention at what the person he's possessing looks like anyway. for him, the beauty does not lie in the shell of the human body, but rather in the roamings of their stray mind, their deepest and darkest desires unveiling when their owner is already asleep

but maybe, just maybe... there's something more beyond the boundaries that he's familiar with.

however, he can't say that he lacks empathy. maybe just doesn't lack it completely. when he feels them squirming or beads of sweat forming on somebody's forehead under his coarse palms he sighs and something in him just clicks, and without thinking he wipes their sweat and pressed his cheek to theirs instead, gently holding them until the threat subsides enough for him to deal with it

you found yourself directly facing - or not - the dream walker once. or twice. or was it maybe thrice? every single time it felt new, the eyes under the cap shining in a new, unknown way to you and that bioluminescence of his illuminating his face from a different direction during every encounter.

it felt like you were paralyzed, unable to move, unable to dream, completely aware of the layout of your dark room, although you knew your eyelids were tightly shut. in the blink of an eye your window flung open and, barely making a sound, a monster at first sight entered your room, anchoring itself on the footboard of your bed. it was like thousands of fireflies clustered around his body, his eyes shining brightly like two beams, directed right at your sweating face.

despite it's appearance, it did not talk, it did not roar, not even hiss. from its mouth only an occassional deep breath was heard, and motionlessly it sat there - looking at you for what seemed to be tens of minutes. it - or he - had a seemingly puzzled expression on his face, trying to get at something. after rubbing his face a few times and averting his gaze in embarrassment, you figured he wasn't sure why he was doing so, either.

it got off the bed, creeping to the side of your bed, crouching down so he was face-to-face with you. he even tilted his head, maybe out of curiosity, maybe to mimic the position of your head. your heart was beating so hard you swore you could end up breathless, and cold sweat showered you, but at the same time you felt no fear. as if you have already gotten over the shock of this stranger in your room. it stemmed from something else, which for now you couldn't feel, your body reacting to it automatically

by now you could feel his breath on your forehead. his claw went for your soaked cheeks, brushing the sweat off with as much care as possible. before you could even think it through, he grasped your face with his hands, one hand below your chin, the other on the top of your head, and brought it closer to his. his scaly face was cold to the touch, like pressing your face against a frostbitten hand. your mind slowly went foggy afterwards. what you saw before your eyes were spots of gray and white, clustered like clouds. with a guilty look on his face, he moved away after a while - your vision now back to normal - as if he was contemplating if he should stay or not.

for a moment he returned - reaching for your face with his own again, but this time, quickly pressing his closed mouth on the spot where your nose meets the forehead, seemingly trying to give you some sort of a blessing. retracting away as if had committed a crime, a glass bottle in his firmly clenched hand, he backed out of your room - the window perfectly shut as if nothing happened.

he became a frequent guest, leaving with a differently colored bottle every time you saw him, and when you weren't able to see, you sensed his presence around you, that magical aura of his. the scent of rainy forests with a soft hint of blackcurrant, always unleashing a pleasant cold feeling beneath your skin under all those heavy blankets. sometimes his lips rested longer on your temples, and a few times he even unbuttoned the first button of your shirt, letting you cool down faster after what you discovered was a reaction to a nightmare. and when you didn't hear him pacing around your bed, you could sense his gaze hyperfocused on your face from the usual spot he was perched on.

the following mornings were always odd, your limbs numb and mysterious marks scattered across your arms and sides. nevermind the effects on your body, your head never hurt and your mind was clear, not a single nightmare or problem troubling you upon waking up.

you weren't sure why or what exactly was he doing - but you found yourself excitedly waiting for his return, wandering to sleep without any troubles.

the next time i see him, you thought to yourself, i'm going to be the one reaching for his face. and every time it was him going in first, and every time, it seemed like he stayed an hour longer than before, looking out for you in the dead of night. troubled with what he didn't know were potention feelings, puzzled by questions with no answers, he looked back at your serene state, and swore he'll find out as soon as possible. and until then... he might as well make you his.

this last sentence was a bit corny im sorry guys im writing thus half asleep

[gpgmod]

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[stardusteyes]

“While the influence of the fantasies of Lord Dunsany on Lovecraft's Dream Cycle is often mentioned, Robert M. Price argues that a more direct model for The Dream-Quest is provided by the six Mars ("Barsoom") novels of Edgar Rice Burroughs that had been published by 1927. It's been noted, however, that there is little in common between John Carter, a classic action hero, outstanding warrior and rescuer of princesses, and Randolph Carter, a melancholy figure, quiet and contemplative, who never actually fights any of his enemies, is captured several times, and needs his friends to rescue him again and again. Elsewhere, Price maintains that L. Frank Baum's The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (1900) was also a significant influence on The Dream-Quest, pointing out that in both books the main character chooses in the end to return "home" as the best place to be.”

After randomly going through the Wikipedia page for Dream Quest, this paragraph in the Inspirations section stuck out to me for two reasons.

1. Damn, Wikipedia, chill. Yes, we know Randy’s kind of a wimp but that feels a little harsh.

2. ..Is it weird that I suddenly want to see a middle aged man and a ~10 year old girl wax philosophical together about what home means to them?

[wyked-ao3]

Dream walker

just posted chapter three since tomorrow may be a busy day (sorry) hope you enjoy the new chapter and the next update should be next Monday like scheduled (knock on wood lol)

[elhoimleafar]

A day like today, exactly one year ago.

🔗: https://www.amazon.com/dp/0738774758/

[1introvertedsage]

I have been thinking a lot about my mother lately. I don’t live near her and I haven’t seen her in person in probably over 5 years.

I was thinking of trying to visit her this year because I do miss her and I know she misses me. Plus there’s some places near where she lives I really want to visit.

A few days ago she texts me telling me she had a super vivid dream about seeing me.

Funny how that works 😏

[durgeapologist]

“Break the illusion that I have shackled myself to, and free me. Show me something better, and I will go with you. Bring me home.”

Interview With A Vampire, Anne Rice/Kait Rokowski/???/Jay Vespertine/Heather Havrilesky

[secretblossomofthenight]

Ever feel like you see parts of worlds alternate ones. Where you see what they are living. Sometimes I just zone out lost in the middle of nowhere stay of mind. Writers mention often so why we see it but others don’t? Lives so different from my current how I wish to be there and not here to experience it. So I close my eyes at night dream walking in and out places. To point sometimes I can feel it as if the one kissing me is real and things happening volumetric or not I feel it. Some are certain not current lives some old . I wake up dazed or sweating with heart racing.

[xdraonarts]

having walker come into the party right after eating the "just trust me bro" tadpole was one of the best decisions i've made in this game

[ravravix]

„A man who walks between worlds. They were sent from hell to oversee our world”