#Dreamscapes au

[legendofmorons]

Your honor, I humbly submit an idea that has not left me alone for a solid few months. Seriously. I can’t escape it.

Reader is a hero. Well, kinda. They are a hero in their dreams in the most literal sense of the phrase.

When they were younger, they had this incredibly strong love for the Legend of Zelda and Mario and all manner of games where you could simply help people for the sake of doing good. They weren’t too shocked when their dreams took a more realistic turn. As they slept, they felt like they were living a second life where they were the hero. They would go around solving problems, collecting items, and generally saving the day. Some nights, the dreams would be from different times, based on different adventures, or fighting different people.

Those dreams had always felt extremely real to Reader, yet they knew they were just dreams. When morning came, they moved on.

That was the norm until a strange portal appeared in front of them. The summer was coming and they had no better plans, so they threw caution to the wind and stepped through. When they came to, they found themselves clad in the same clothes they wore in every dream, surrounded by the items they had grown so familiar with adventure after adventure.

They had gathered their things, realizing they instinctively knew how to fight, similar to what had happened on that first night. They wandered the area, heroic persona seemingly taking control, heading towards a town and immediately solving problems.

In fact, that was how they found the chain, while attempting to solve another problem. Something told them to keep their name close to their chest and they weren’t in the business of going against their gut, so they listened. They used a nickname in a group full of nicknames.

A long while of traveling and growing trust (and one particularly heated story rendition where the reader just plain forgot to censor their name) and Reader had shared their name with the group. They were met with stunned silence which was, admittedly, not the reaction they were expecting.

As it turned out, each of those dreams became stories to these heroes, acting as a guide on how to act, what to try. In their eyes, Reader was a hero of story and legend, someone kids played at being.

How do you think the boys would move forward from this?

-VS Anon

Dreamscape

Pairing: Chain & reader

Rating: G

Notes: (Y/n/n) - Ypur nick name. I wrote the opening and then skipped the middle, I hope it's okay. I just really wanted to write the meeting.

Summary: You find yourself in the world of the dreams you played hero in, but apparently those dreams were more real than you thought.

Warnings: none.

Other: I saw you submitted something along these lines more recently. VS, do you want a second take on this? I am willing to do another take, haha. As always, if I missed anything, please let me know

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You have always had a vivid imagination, at least according to those around you. But you can't really argue. After all, your dreams used to feel like a whole other world. A second life of sorts.

You'd loved games where you played a hero. Legend of Zelda? Amazing. Mario games? Absolutely.

Over the course of your life, you built what would have been quite the legacy in your dreams. You had countless items and had even been blessed by a sages.

Summer hangs in the breezes, due to start any day.

So, when a strange purple portal with a spooky energy opens up before you, you go through it. You don't have much else going on, and don't imagine anything too weird coming of it.

A shield, that was gained from a forest. Wooden with metal enforced ages and a beautiful swirling design carved into it.

You emerge in a small clearing with birds song cheerily overhead.

In front of you is a pile of items. Items that you know, because you collected them in your dreams.

A sword, gifted by the ruler of a fairy kingdom. The blade is enchanted to never break and to absorb any malice.

A small stachel that clips to a belt that is a bottomless bag. Anything you put in there appears in your hand once you reach in and think

A small cluster of potions. One that heals, one that provides stamina, and one that protects from fire.

Even the small flute from your travels.

"What the hell?" You murmur, looking at your hands.

You realize then, belatedly, that you are in the same outfit from your dreams. The leather armor on your limbs and the breathable fabric comfortable.

This is officially Weird, with a capital 'W'. This- doesn't seem like a dream. Not at all.

Ypu gather your items, securing them as you have many times before. You brush yourself off and look around for more details.

The clearing you're in is nice. Wild flowers are scattered about and there's a rabbit at the edge.

A river runs through it.

Well, your best bet is to find a town or something, and you heard once that towns are often near rivers. So, in theory, if you follow the river, you'll be okay.

You head off, following the river downstream and hoping for the best.

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After two days of travel you have come to a few more conclusions.

First of all, you can fight. Like- really well. You fought of monsters that included a lynel, some lizards, and several bokoblins.

Second of all, walking for two days straight sucks but also you aren't as exhausted as you probably should be.

And third of all, this is definitely not a dream.

You're starting to wonder if this second life was ever a dream.

The third day you find a small town, but a town nonetheless. Thank whatever it is that looks out for you.

You make your way towards the store, hoping to stock up on arrows and food. You've accepted this is your life for the moment, might as well be prepared.

Unfortunately, while lost in thought you trip and stumble into someone. You are both sent sprawling to the ground.

With a groan, you rollout of them. You sit up and say, "I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

"I'm okay, are you okay?" A male voice asks.

You turn to look at him and nearly chokes. You find yourself staring at the Link from Skyward Sword.

Okay, this is a lot.

"Uh-" You manage eloquently. Blinking as you try to formulate some kind of response.

"Did you hit your head?" Another male asks, he has pink hair. That's another Link, the one from Link to the past and s several other games.

"I think I might have." You frown, pushing to your feet.

You look around the group and find it made up entirely of Links from different games.

"That's no good, you need a potion?" Asks Twilight Princess Link.

"No... Just a little dazed." You wave him off, "Ever since I walked through a portal it's been a little weird."

"You walked through a portal too?" Asks Wind Waker Link.

"Yeah... Why?"

"I guess you're supposed to help defeat the shadow." Muses what is probably an older version of Majoras mask Link.

"Maybe."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, I'm Twilight." The Link in a wolf pelt says.

"I'm Time."

"Legend."

"Hi, I'm Wind!"

"Wild."

"I'm Warriors."

"Hyrule!"

"I'm Sky."

"Four."

You know these are all nicknames, so you decide to give your own nick name. You have a feeling your real name will cause- a scene.

"I'm (Y/n/n)."

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Time can't stop thinking about the connections between you, (Y/n/n) and the hero (Y/n). You both have the same items, the same personality, and even the same appearances.

The hero you remind him of is legendary, chosen not by Hylia but by a deity before any remembered. A hero chosen Fierce Deity.

He comes back to the conversation in time to catch the tail end of your story.

"Ams then my friend was like "Stop hiding from them, they don't remember ypu tripping two years ago, (Y/n)."

"What?" Hyrule chokes.

"You're name is (Y/n)?"

About time. Fierce purrs from the void inside Time's mind.

"Uh- yeah?"

"You're The (Y/n)?!" Wind demands.

"Oh stars." Time mutters.

"I mean, maybe?"

"You're The one who slayed the hydra of Catan?" Wild blinks.

"Oh. I mean, yeah. That wasn't a big deal." You shrug, "It needed to be done."

"You rode a tornado!" Legend accuses.

"What? No I got swept up in a tornado."

"You knew the original sages before Skyloft even exsisted!" Sky gasps.

"Yeah?"

"You're the biggest hero ever." Warriors manages, sounding awed, "How are you unaware?"

"Uh...I didn't think that stuff mattered?"

"Are you kidding? Kids play games where they pretend to be you." Four says, looking horrified at your unawareness of your importance.

"Oh. Neat?" You say shakily.

This makes no sense, your dreams - if they were ever that - never seemed like you would be a hero of legend important enough to be known millenia later across different timeliness.

"You really don't know." Legend muses wryly.

"Glad I helped?"

"You are telling us all about your adventures." Wind informs you.

[harrowson--ford]

Been thinking about @otoshigo's fic, The Devil's Trip to the Big Apple, and the idea of Lucifer having plurality. I am plural, and I find bits and pieces of my own experiences finding their way into many fics — from here to my fics on nowandevermore. My experiences with plurality will be different than how another system might experience their own, do not let my interpretations and experiences speak for all of the DID/OSDD community.

I'm working again on the dreamscapes au, and thinking of how plurality could add to the world I've already created within my fic. Vague similarities between Lucifer and his other, little things that both tie them together and drive them apart, Alastor learning to fall for both of them. Little to no interactions prior to the events of the fic, a once thought to be singlet who just didn't know yet. The breaking down of amneasic walls, learning and mourning for a life that never once was your own. Identity crises, trying to figure out why someone knows you by a different name than you do, trying to learn where you begin and someone else ends.

I have many thoughts, and I'm excited to work more on this when life slows down a little. Trying to not spoil too much here right now, but willing to share more as I work on it!

[jazzstarrlight]

MD:MI Ch.3 Pg.19

N begins to enter REM where someone greets him. His mind knows Uzi wouldn't have wanted to see him unalive himself (multiple times). But all he wants is to see Uzi again. Maybe some lucid dreaming could set something up for him.

[daily-basil]

He's having a good time.

[setratwo]

Sharing is Caring, Cosmo!

[the-doodle-cave]

He's doing such a good job *lies*

[reredram]

The Rapax - also known as Monk - is ready! Now it's up to Survivor to find his lost sib

[bee-bread-draws]

Made @the-doodle-cave ‘s WH au Wally meet the og!

Wally’s not sure how he got there, but hey! New person! Who kinda looks like him for some reason? And can fly? Oh well! Just a new adventure for the day

And omg yall hiiiii it’s been so long since I’ve posted, I have been in a horrible rut recently with motivation to draw, but I’m slowly getting it back.

Also kinda forgot this account existed 😋

But! Yeah who knows how much I’ll still post here. I haven’t abandoned my au’s at all, I just haven’t worked on them in—let me check my notes here-/ way too fucking long! So yeah🫶

[omoriboii]

basil has a misogynistic eye infection

Absolutely terrifying.

[dreamscape0kinito]

Ayo lemme smooch?

🤭

[discosss]

So...theres this Au I made on Twitter about the Frowning critters.

Its called Dreamscapers.

In this Au, the Frowning critters are some god-like creatures that exist in the dreamscape, they are responsible from the dreams and nightmares critters have in their sleep.

Here, you can see Catfeine and Dogpressed, the elements of hope and despair. Of joy and sadness, of excitement and grief, of youth and death.

They compliment eachother, and have been together since the begining of times, where it was just them both and someone else who didn't quite make his presence known...

This Au is also magical girl-esque, so yk:3

[legendofmorons]

I am absolutely HERE for the image of reader getting tossed around in a tornado but the stories are all “Yeah, they saddled up with their lasso and rode the tornado while fully in control of their body.”

-VS Anon

Yeah, they did NOT control the tornado, but they survived it, which is still pretty cool.

The tall tale is inspired by an American Folk tale I heard growing up.

Supposedly, Reader ended up riding a tornado like a bucking mare until they tamed it. Then they had a pet tornado.

[bananacat76]

opened procreate and was greeted by this. i completely forgot i drew this

[jazzstarrlight]

Well, (for me) it is Wednesday, ma, dudes.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Have some anticipated nuzi!

MD:MI - Imaginary

N's dreams become bittersweet, as it's the only place he may reunite with his lost love.

[daily-basil]

DS Bagel!

[pictuajjx]

(Dreamscape Kinitopet au)

@dreamscape0kinito is the ask blog! I’m currently working on everybody else’s refs