#At Arms with Morpheus

[allwillbecomeclear]

just thinking today about a silly man with his silly stance

[percys-lemons]

the wording here is fantastic also what a cool photo

this image resonates with me

[entermyrealm]

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Maybe you're waiting for something.

You yawn absentmindedly as you tie your sneakers. Mornings are not your favorite by any means, but this morning feels different. It could be because you didn't have any obligations. It could be because you're finally forcing yourself to take that solo walk that you said you would for weeks. It could be the fresh summer breeze.

But it was most definitely because of the sight you witness as soon as you open your door.

Taking long, deliberately slow strides across your field of view is an odd man. Your mind grasps for the accurate adjectives. Your body shudders involuntarily as he glides past. You force yourself to blink a few times and breathe deeply through your nose. Only a moment passes, and then you decide:

You're going to follow him.

He doesn't seem to notice you, or anyone for that matter. There's no sound of his footsteps on the cobblestones, just the faint flapping of his black duster. He keeps his hands thrust in his coat pockets and his head held elegantly forward. In spite of his regal demeanor, his hair seems intentionally disheveled and his shoulders appear slightly hunched.

It's too early in the morning for the streets to be crowded, but you've given a few polite nods to various passersby. None of whom have given so much as a glance to the strange man you're stalking. You frown and stop.

This is silly. This is actually silly. Stalking is exactly what you're doing and that's so weird of you. It's all very weird until the man changes direction and starts towards you.

He's standing before you in an instant. Your breath catches in your throat.

Hello. I am visible. To you. Low, calm, and commanding.

"Hi. Yes," you answer, though his second remark wasn't phrased like a question.

He doesn't respond right away, just watches you with dark blue eyes.

Daydreams . . . he finally mumbles to himself. He looks away for a moment, seeing something that isn't there.

"I'm sorry?"

He gives no reply. You’re suddenly worried about this man in spite of yourself. Who wears a coat in the middle of summer? And he’s so impossibly pale and thin and strange. You step into his line of sight to catch his attention.

“Listen, I’m sorry. For following you. I just…felt compelled. And you seem so…familiar, I-.”

His eyes turn slowly back to yours, piercing through to your soul. Searching. He still says nothing for a long time, but he straightens his posture. His angular visage finally softens. You feel suddenly relieved.

Forgive me. I have reacted. Poorly. To your presence.

You're not quite sure what this means, but his voice is so soothing that you could listen to anything he says without a care.

My name is Devaneio, he continues, bowing slightly. I do not intend to interrupt your business further. I am. Merely passing through.

"Pleased to meet you." You hesitate on offering your own name, but a strange thought has you assuming he already knows it. You have another strange thought.

"Would you... like to walk with me? I'm not a huge fan of going alone, and maybe I'll remember where I've seen you before." You give the stranger a genuine smile.

The strange man untucks his hands from his coat and folds them together behind his back, making him appear all the more regal. A rare smile threatens to betray his composure.

I would like that. Very much.

Here.

At this, he offers his arm to link yours through. You take it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Maybe mornings aren't so terrible after all.

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[notallsandmen]

William Reynolds-Stephens, “In the Arms of Morpheus” (1894)

[joyfultearsandsweetmemories]

Morpheus💖

I love him so much, my experiences with him are so sweet

Whenever I get to sleep he is the first thing I see, I swear o can't make this up and he hands me tea before I dream

It's just omfg

[dire-miralis]

A new mission assignment has been received !

The Embrace of Morpheus

Main objective: Explore the Timeless Caverns

Surprise objective: Slay a Thaliaasil Kaav

Client: Guild head chemist

Legends say that the mysterious soporific sand used in local rituals came from a time during which the entire region's inhabitants were put to sleep for a century: folk, monsters, and dragons alike. We have recently heard word of a potential hotspot for the stuff near a desert cave. This might be our ticket to create traps which could even subdue elder dragons ! And so we need you to help us investigate the area, but beware, we have no idea of what we will find deeper in there.

(FYI: This monster's eyes are not visible on the icon.)

[brittlebutch]

never going to get past matrix resurrections choosing to make neo someone with a distorted perception of reality being gaslit and manipulated into compliance by his therapist, i’m so normal about it

[izzy2210]

some more doodles of this chaotic duo i love them sm

[iamsonotoriginal]

Love calling normal activities by their slightly off putting synonyms

I am not eating, i am corroding.

I am not sleeping, I am in the arms of Morpheus.

[synthient]

Morpheus: "If I were an Agent. The gay sex would already be happening. :/ "

Morpheus: I don't presume, to question your judgement. However. If your plan, required someone to, "kiss the One with tongue,"

[yeagerprogram]

Okay now I need Hob to introduce Morpheus to the wonder that is the weighted blanket. I know he doesn’t need to sleep but he can rest tho!

[scrambled-doubts]

Ao3 is my my beloved, the keeper of my shrinkled heart but oh! How my sleep loathes them so! A toxic relationship indeed, a site that will bring me straight to my doom but nevertheless I will continue in my quest of collecting fics not unlike a dragon nesting in their cave for after all aren’t we not dragons at heart?

This is the beginning of a long list of reblogs because I am in my Steddie brain rot period…

Steve’s used to not being loved.

He’d known his parents didn’t love him since he was a young child. He’d known that the girls he casually took on dates and occasionally fucked didn’t love him. He’d known Tommy and Carol didn’t love him like friends were supposed to. They all loved his reputation, sure, but not him. It was easy though because he didn’t love them either.

He’d loved his parents once, a long time ago. Back before they were practically strangers, but that love had been the obligation of biology. He’d thought he loved Tommy and Carol, but it had all been too surface level and focused on popularity.

He had loved Nancy though. He finally found someone he could start to be his true self with and he loved her and he thought she loved him, only…only she didn’t.

He couldn’t blame her. After a while, when the same thing keeps happening, you kind of have to look for the common factor in all those loveless relationships and see what the real issue was. Simply put…

Steve was just unloveable.

Maybe it was his past. Not that he’d actually been a bully or anything, he’d actually shut down a lot of bullying even among his then-friends and teammates, but he had been kind of self-absorbed. Or maybe it was just the fact that he wasn’t as smart as the people he found himself surrounded by. Maybe it was just the fact that he wasn’t anything special, not at the end of the day.

Except he could take a punch.

And slowly, he found people that did love him. The other kids might tolerate him, might like him, but Dustin genuinely loved him, he knew that. Dustin was his original ride-or-die. Dustin might be a little shithead that constantly treated Steve like he was stupid, but he was like his brother. And Dustin also make him feel amazing and wanted and loved.

And then there was Robin. Most amazing of all really was that Robin loved him. His Platonic soulmate. His other ride-or-die. She saw him at his lowest and saw him at his highest, was there for him when he had stuff he didn’t want to drop on a teen boy who should be worrying about pimples and bad hair days, not interdimensional monsters and evil wizards. Robin made him feel loved too, even if she also sometimes teased him a little too sharply.

There was also Max of course. He’d been surprised at receiving a letter from her too, back when Vecna had been after her. He’d read it, back when she’d been in her coma. She hadn’t said she loved him, but it was there in other ways. The big brother she should have had all along.

So yeah, okay, Steve was loved. But it was platonic. It was friends, his new kind of family even, but it wasn’t the love he’d always wanted and never had. He just accepted the fact that people didn’t love him that way.

Which was why, when he realized he was in love with Eddie, he just sighed and accepted it and never changed anything in the way he interacted with the other man. He didn’t bother telling Eddie because he knew there was no point. Besides, Robin called him out on it, said he was being so obvious about his feelings, but Eddie never said anything too.

So okay. Steve was in love with Eddie, but Eddie wasn’t in love with Steve. Eddie also didn’t treat Steve any differently despite knowing that Steve loved him. After all, if Steve was so obvious about it, then Eddie had to know too already, right?

So Steve watched Eddie come out to them, had nodded along when Eddie nervously explained what bisexuality was, having already had his own crisis before though he realized he’d never officially come out either. But then if his feelings for Eddie were so obvious, he figured he didn’t have to, so he didn’t say anything and let Eddie have his moment.

And it didn’t matter that Eddie liked guys. He still couldn’t love Steve, so Steve just accepted it and let it be. He didn’t flinch when Eddie mentioned meeting a guy in the city, was even downright friendly when Eddie eventually brought the guy around to meet everyone.

It hurt, of course, but Steve’s feelings were his own problem; he wasn’t going to let the fact that he was in love with one of his best friends make things awkward. Eddie was nice enough that he never told Steve to knock it off when Steve got a little too touchy with him, though Steve backed off in his own when Eddie seemed a little panicked about it sometimes.

Steve was even there for Eddie when Eddie came over crying because he and guy broke up. He wouldn’t tell Steve why they broke up, not entirely, but eventually Steve learned it was because Eddie had feelings for someone else this entire time.

Steve wondered who it was, but in any case he just hoped Eddie got to be happy with them eventually. He later told Eddie one day when Eddie was over that he was a great guy, obviously, and anyone Eddie liked would be a lucky person. He hoped he didn’t sound judgmental about it, didn’t want Eddie to think he was being petty or whatever, but Eddie just looked sad again and left soon after.

Steve knew he had a problem about being too much sometimes. It had pushed Nancy away, and every girl he’d tried to date afterwards never really liked him enough either. It was still just his reputation and his hair that got him dates, not who he was himself. That was fine. Temporary companionship was better than nothing he supposed.

And life continued, and Steve kept loving Eddie, and he was content that Eddie let him love him, even if there was no hope of it being reciprocated.

And then Steve went on a date with a guy.

It was…okay. The guy was a lot handsier than Steve would like, and kind of boring when compared to Eddie, but Steve just shrugged and figured that at least it’s be someone else’s hand this time. And it was okay. No great spark or anything. More of a glorified one night stand than anything, but it was fine.

He knew he needed to get out dating again. Girls and guys. His love for Eddie wasn’t abating at all, so he couldn’t bring himself to actually date anyone, but he could do hookups.

Which was how Eddie found him one day, mouth around some guy at a bar in Indy because they had forgotten to lock the bathroom door. Oops. It was a little annoying though that Eddie looked as upset as he did. He appreciated the fact that Eddie didn’t call him out for his unwanted feelings, but it wasn’t fair that he thought Steve shouldn’t be able to move on.

They got into a fight.

They never exactly said what they were fighting about with words, but Eddie yelled at him for having unsafe sex, while Steve yelled at him for being a hypocrite, and then Eddie yelled at him for leading the guy on, and Steve said that that was a bit rich coming from him.

And Eddie was yelling and yelling and yelling about who knows what, telling Steve he shouldn’t be having random hookups in bathrooms when he wasn’t even gay, and Steve yelled that bisexual men can have bathroom hookups too, and that seemed to surprise Eddie for some reason.

In any case, it caused him to shut up for long enough for Steve to angrily tell him that just because Steve loved him, it didn’t give him the right to tell Steve what he could or could not do, especially when he knew Eddie didn’t love him back.

And then…

“You…you love me?” Eddie choked out, his eyes wide as he stared across the dark alley outside the bar, where he’d dragged Steve after catching him on his knees.

Steve rolled his eyes, jutting out one hip to place a hand on while the other hand ran aggressively through his hair. It was started to rain while they were in the bar, a light drizzle that was slowly weighing down their hair, not that either of them paid it any mind.

“Jesus, Munson, are you really going to make me listen to the whole spiel again?” He rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up in frustration. “This is bullshit, I’m bullshit, my love is bullshit, yadda yadda yadda. Or are we going the other way? The sad puppy eyes and the fact that you like someone else and it could never be me? I already know all this, Munson.”

Eddie continued gaping at Steve like a fish. It was starting to make him vaguely uncomfortable. Eddie shook his head, long strands of hair whipping wetly around him. “H-how long have you loved me?” Eddie whispered.

Steve’s frown deepened. “I don’t know, man. You probably clocked it before I even did. I just barely realized like a year and half ago.”

Eddie’s eyes bugged further. “You’ve love me for a year and a half?” he asked incredulously, making Steve’s frown turn from annoyance to confusion.

“You already knew this, Eddie.”

“I most certainly did not!”

And…oh. Oof. Okay. Steve grimaced and held his hands up suddenly in a surrender sort of way. “Yikes. Okay, well, this doesn’t have to change anythi—”

“This changes everything!” Eddie exclaimed in what others might cause a shriek.

Steve winced, taking a step back and hitching his shoulders up to his ears. “Eddie…Eddie, please, c’mon,” he tried to reason, feeling dread settling in the pit of his stomach. He was suddenly remembering all the times he’d invaded Eddie’s space, how many times he’d flirted back with Eddie’s fake flirting, thinking it was okay because the other man knew how he felt.

Fuck. Fuck, he’d fucked up again.

“Eddie, I know you don’t love me, okay,” he rushed to say. “I know you can never love me. I get it, okay? I’m not trying to force you to feel any way or anything. Just like with Robin and Nancy, the fact that I like you doesn’t have to change anything.”

“Not…Steve,” Eddie said, reaching up to grip and pull at his own hair as an incredulous laugh escaped him. “Steve, I fucking love you.”

Steve tried not to let that hurt. He knew Eddie probably didn’t get how much him saying that pained Steve since it wasn’t the kind of love he was talking about, so he wasn’t going to get upset at him over that.

“I know,” he sighed, slowly letting himself relax his body posture. “I know you love me in a friend way. And that’s enough for me, really! I love you like a friend too, so the fact that I also—”

“No Steve,” Eddie cut in again, and while he seemed exasperated, a wide smile was also starting to curl over his lips. “Robin was right and you really are a dingus. I mean, yes, I love you as a friend, but I’m also in love with you. Romantic styles.”

“I…” Steve blinked. He tried to understand Eddie’s words but they didn’t make sense. “What?”

Eddie snorted out a laugh, and the smile curled on his lips stretched out into a grin. He took a step closer. “I’m in love with you, Steve Harrington. I have been since…hell, probably since you went all Ozzy on me. But definitely since I woke up in the hospital to you holding my hand.”

Steve’s stomach swooped. “I don’t understand,” he said, and even to his own ears there was a small whine there. “You don’t…people don’t love me,” he pointed out. “They can’t. There’s something about me that just makes it impossible.”

Eddie scoffed, reaching out once he was closer enough to curl his fingers in the sleeves at Steve’s biceps. They were both now well and truly wet from the rain, but neither of them paid any attention to it at all.

“Now that’s bullshit, Harrington. You’re so fucking easy to love. As a friend and as something…more. I love you, Steve.”

Steve wanted to deny it again, wanted to say that that was impossible, because…because he’d never heard those words. Sure, Dustin and Robin told him they loved him, but romantically? Even Nancy had never told him that in those words. Not even in a lie. He couldn’t fully comprehend that he was hearing them now.

“Fuck, Steve,” Eddie breathed, his hands moving to cup Steve’s jaw. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life telling you that. You’re stuck with me now, big boy.”

And then Eddie kissed him.

Eddie was true to his words. He told Steve he loved him every single day, told him with his words and his actions and when it was legal, he told him again in front of all their friends and found family when he made a vow as a his husband.

And Steve? Well, it took a while for him for actually believe it, but nowadays? When Eddie kisses him good morning every day in bed, whispering his devotion, and every night doing the same, telling Steve he’ll see him in his dreams? Well…

Steve’s used to being loved. And he spends every day loving in return.

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Hi hello I have no idea what this is but I just started typing and then I didn’t stop until this was completed lol

Hostage hotties: @derythcorvinus @katyawriteswhump

[lavandulacosmos]

If i could, i would erect a shrine for you rn for that update! 🙏🏽

Thank you, ily, you are the best and i hope the finale doesnt as much time as this one 😆

No shrines please lol I very much hope it won't take 19 months (OTL) to finish it since I'm already working on the 10th and probably the final chapter~

Love you too, worstie 💜

[weaversweek]

"In dreams" - Roy Orbison

1963 Written by Roy Orbison

Number two in Let's Do It, my personal fifty favourite singles from 1954-76. Gets the Elf, a bonus 11th mark.

From the arms of Morpheus comes the best song of the 1960s. A half-heard guitar fades into earshot, as Roy speak-sings about "a candy coloured clown they call The Sandman". Singing, Roy closes his eyes to a cha-cha rhythm; echoing his recent hit "Blue bayou".

And then he sings about how he can be with his intended, but only when he's dreaming, because it's not possible in real life. And Roy goes up and down and up and down the scales, using all of his two-octave vocal range and that falsetto. And then, all of a sudden, the song stops.

Play it again, and note how there is no chorus, there is no verse. "In dreams" is a single work, running without repetition from start to finish. They don't write 'em like that any more. When first played in Slough (!), Roy received a standing ovation that went on, and on, and on, and only the headliners coming out to play stopped the applause; the crowd were mildly interested in The Beatles.

Roy would have his career-defining hit with "Oh! pretty woman" the next year. "In dreams" gained a new lease of life when David Lynch used it in the 1986 movie Blue Velvet. The attention sparked a new creative energy for Roy, leading to the Traveling Wilburys supergroup project, and 1989's album Mystery Girl. Sadly, he never enjoyed the accolades, as Roy Orbison died in December 1988.

[notallsandmen]

Trying to steer my brain back to my research by aligning it with my Sandman hyperfixation, and it is going surprisingly well

[limnologylover]

i should skitter round the abode like a little doggie :3c