#Helm of Dream

[skyerana]

Funny anxiety dream last night...

So I'm at the Battle of Helm's Deep but for whatever reason I was tasked with making a chocolate raspberry cheesecake.

The catch? It had to be vegan.

Why? They wanted to launch it into the Uruk-hai army.

They figured Uruk-hai love chocolate raspberry cheesecake so they'd start eating it, but then get really really depressed that it was vegan, so they'd just turn around and leave.

Do you know how hard it is to make cheesecake in Middle Earth? Especially during a battle when they don't really have supplies? And then they hit you with vegan??

Like, they've breached the walls and I'm trying to figure out what to do and things are dire. And I'm looking at Theoden and Aragorn as they're explaining this vegan cheesecake plan and going "you're shitting me" and Aragorn very seriously responds "we shit you not".

The thing is? It worked. How did they know Uruk-hai love chocolate raspberry cheesecake?

Also I'm pretty sure I made the crust out of lembas.

[writing-for-life]

“His Darkness, the Dream Lord”—Gary Amaro

[lukasadss]

It's been a week bUT- the Dream of the Endless for this year's con :)

[fandomfoundmyart]

dreams helm bc its sick as fuck

[tryan-a-bex]

Dream and Lucienne funko pops, featuring Matthew and the Helm! I couldn’t resist the Chase Dream even though it was super expensive, because I’m one of about three people I know of who write Helm fic.

I’m so excited!!!!!

[cuubism]

I got this vintage(??) Sandman tshirt on depop, and first of all, obsessed, but second of all, this thing is such an enigma, there's no tags or labeling on the whole thing, where did this come from? Was it merch? From when? Anyway the lack of context is fitting of Sandman, I think.

[magnusbae]

edits practice turned joke comics cover with tom

[4typercent]

The Dream Lord's throne.

Boy, this thing looks super unforgiving and uncomfortable.

• It has a pair humanoid spines that go up along the side.

• Something that appears serpentine near the bottom.

• A helm is in the centre and on each of the arm rests.

I wonder if the curling motifs are supposed to be the horns of the (red) God's that had once imprisoned him?

Raven wings are near the top, they almost look like moth wings.

"I fashioned gates from their horns. I took the bones of the one who had hurt me, and I fashioned them into a helm, to remind myself always of my defeat: to wear into battle, and into danger." - Dream of the Endless, chapter three Overture, written by Neil Gaiman.

We can see which skull he used for his helm, the one that has hurt him. It makes me think, when he was crafting it, did he use the same God's spine, or did he use the others? Did he use that whip from the red one and alter it? Either way, that's pretty badass.

We know why he made the gods into the gates and his helm. What we don't know is why he brought that idea to his throne. Did he do it to show other gods, deities, and the like he will not be trifled with, like a scare tactic? The throne tells so many stories here, just as he does. But, it does make me wonder: what would the backside look like? Would it tell the same story, or would it tell another?

[hooked-on-elvis]

"Follow That Dream" (1962)

THE BANK SCENE - My favorite scene from this movie, which is also one of my favorite Elvis movie.

Elvis Presley (Toby Kwimper), Herbert Rudley (as Endicott), Howard McNear (as George) and Anne Helm (as Holly) in 'Follow That Dream' (1962). Red West is in the first picture, playing a bank's security guard, uncredited role.

"Follow That Dream" (1962)

[so-i-grudgingly-joined-this-site]

Well, if I ask you about unhinged head-canons, spicy or not, it can only mean one thing:

Give me your take on Murphy and his cool hat. All the dirty crack ship details.

I’m currently conducting my own… research, but I always value the opinion of my esteemed colleagues.

Ohhh boy, here we go...

So, since it's made out of the bones of an old god he defeated himself, it's the equivalent of one of those hunting/fishing trophies that people are wayyyyy too proud of and brag about on their online profiles even though the actual taxidermy ends up janky. He thinks it makes him seem super hot and powerful when everyone else just seriously questions the design.

Some of the old god's consciousness might still be in that thing, and since he's the only one that gets to wear it it's kind of become this sort of messed up intimate bond. Enemies to lovers, if one ends up as the other's favorite hat.

I'd say he's masturbated to it somehow, but as we infamously know There Is No Masturbation in the DC Universe lmao. Maybe he's figured out some shapeshifter-y way to actually have sex with it somehow.

He's definitely asked every partner of his to let him keep the helmet on during sex. "Hey babe you wanted throne sex because you found the accoutrements of my office sexy...surely if I wore the helm too it'd be even hotter... What, no????"

Even partners who were into kink gear probably balked at the whole "possible semi-conscious old god" thing even if they didn't object to the weird design.

The only one to indulge his request was Calliope. Probably as like, a special anniversary night thing. And even then, it was only once, and she insisted on doggy style so she wouldn't have to look at it. He, however, watched himself in a mirror the whole time, the old god whispering curses equal parts hot and genuinely curse-worthy in his ear, and ended up counting the resulting orgasm as one of the top 10 in his life. He also counts it as a threesome.

It doesn't technically convey him any special powers; he just thinks it looks cool...and likes the reminder of the time he was actually powerful enough to protect his kingdom.

[writing-for-life]

The Self-Love, Sex and Pursuit of the Helm Novels

Part 2: Bully for You—An Unhinged Interlude

Okay, I’ve spent the whole @sandman-rarepair-fest with tragic relationships, poetry and being serious.

And while this relationship is also… tragic, it’s neither poetic nor to be taken seriously, although a small group of us are fully committed to the cause: Behold, the crack ship! Morpheus x The Helm! For the Monsterfucker prompt.

(It’s highly advisable to read part one first, but they can sort of exist independently. Just not as well 🤣)

Bully For You: An Unhinged Interlude (2321 words) by Writing-for-Life Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022), The Sandman (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, Desire of the Endless, The Helm (The Sandman) Additional Tags: I Blame Tumblr, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Or Is It?, Muhulhu, Drat! A HelmLord Story, Murphy and his Cool Hat, Breaking the Fourth Wall, Swearing, Masturbation, Anal Something, Because I have no clue what they are doing honestly, helm fucking, Monsterfucking of sorts, It's a Dream of a Thousand Cats Situation, At least a thousand fanfic writers were thinking of the same thing, but he actually enjoyed it, although he would never admit to it, Dream and the Helm finally get it on, About Time, tags what tags they make no sense, don't get your hopes up, this is not really smut, it has all the marks of being explicit, but somehow it's really not Series: Part 2 of The Self-Love, Sex and Pursuit of the Helm Novels: A Tragicomedy in Three Movements Summary:

Where we witness how the Lord of Dreams loses his bearings (no, not those ones), and even Desire needs a stiff drink…

If you always wanted to know what's so special about Dream's relationship with his Helm (capital H on occasion), this might provide some answers. Or raise more questions than you ever dared to ask...

Excerpt:

Desire had felt… things for a short while but shrugged the sensations off. Until they became impossible to ignore. Because he wanted something without their doing (although what comes first, or who, was sometimes hard to tell, but not to get lost in details at this point, dear reader). In lieu of ridiculous desires like “something beyond my function, blah blah”, it would usually be shaped like a woman. Since Desire had given him Killalla (and maybe, just maybe, taken her away again, which still made them chuckle), he had developed a bit of a kink for female-shaped mortals. Well, they hadn’t all been mortal, but the “female-shaped” still stood. And because of the mere fact that their brother was so painfully strait-laced (we suggest the spelling “straight-laced” here, dear reader), it came as a bit of a surprise to feel those decidedly different vibes. Dream wanted something. But it wasn’t a woman, or anything remotely female-shaped. It was…

What the heck was it?

Desire concentrated really hard.

It seemed to be something forged in the fever dream of a blacksmith who took his inspiration from a lobster and a nightmare. Something otherworldly, something with a spine like the tail of a crustacean. Truly, if a lobster decided to pursue a career in gothic architecture and at the same time became some sort of… headgear, it would probably look like this.

Desire first rolled their eyes but then felt their breath catching. “It’s his fucking helm,” they muttered. “Please give me a break. He wants to fuck his helm…”

Brother Dream, master of the subconscious, running his hand tenderly, with a slight shake, over the spine of that ludicrous thing. Desire laughed out loud, but the laugh was short-lived, because things began to unravel. Rapidly…

Read the rest here (otherwise I have to add a content label 🤣)

[wordsinhaled]

@notallsandmen @ml-nolan @chaosheadspace @chaosclimber @beatnikfreakiswriting

so this started out as a joke doodle of true crime wine mom dream AU but then it got away from me and became goth dream will fight anyone for princess di AU oops

[roguedoodles]

Just a man who loves his helm nothing else

@so-i-grudgingly-joined-this-site @marlowe-zara @writing-for-life @pavlovianfuckery

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[hercarisntyours]

why is making an oc so hard

[helena-bottom-farter]

[tryan-a-bex]

June 7: Happy Anniversary, Dreamling! 

(Dreamling Week 2023, @mr-sadman / @arialerendeair)

Dreamling Vignettes 

(above, all of them in one series on ao3; or tumblr links below)

Dreamling fics I wrote this week!

Space Hob (based on art by @mayhemspreadingguy)

Fucking Helm Fucking (after the break; explicit, kinda, be an adult to read; thanks to @sleepsonfutons for enabling me)

Karaoke

Dreamling fics I wrote earlier but just put on ao3:

Kidnapped!

Comic/show switch (based on art by @pyrecryptid)

Other Dreamling fics:

Social Media

Nathanwonderwolf’s art

Tom, Dick and Harry

Crossovers:

Anya meets Dream

Halloween

Monsters

Come sit on my lap

Scooby-Doo

Fucking Helm Fucking

“Hob.”

“Yes, Dream?”

“Why have we not had sex yet?”

“What?!”

“We’ve been seeing each other at least weekly for three months now, and almost daily this past month. Do you not find me attractive?”

“What! No! No, Dream, you’re gorgeous! Absolutely, just. The most beautiful person!”

“Then why, Hob?”

“Well, I guess it was just…”

“Hob?”

“Okay. I was afraid that if I asked for more than you offered, you’d run away from me again.”

“I have hurt you. I apologize, Hob. I won’t run away from you again. Now can we have sex?”

“Oh my god, Dream! Just give me a minute. Yes. Yes, we can have sex, if you’re sure that’s what you want?”

“Only if it’s what you want too, Hob.”

“What I want? Oh, hell, yes! You’ve no idea how long…”

Hob’s professions of love were cut off when Dream grabbed him by the shoulders and began to kiss him.

They stumbled into the bedroom, shucking clothes while maintaining as many points of contact as possible.

“Protection!” Hob gasped, reaching for the drawer he kept his condoms in.

“I have a helm.” Dream’s voice was eerily distorted and Hob turned back towards him in surprise. He was wearing the most godawful bug-eyed leather mask, with rivets and some kind of weird bone proboscis.

“What is that!?” Hob yelped.

“It is my protection.” Dream reached up and pulled it off, cradling it in his arm instead. “But I would rather not wear it, so I can continue to kiss you? Why do we need protection, Hob?”

“Oh! Ha! Yes, I suppose that’s true.” Hob held up the condom in his hand. “It’s a habit. But I guess there aren’t many STIs that can be transferred from human to cosmic entity?”

“No,” Dream confirmed. “But… perhaps this would please you?” And suddenly the helm was dildo-sized, with the apparent texture of molded silicone, the headpiece fitting comfortably into Dream’s hand.

Hob got distracted for a moment imagining those knobbly bumps pressing inside him. Then he shook his head and reached out, stroking down the length of the ugly thing once to let go of the idea, saying, “That doesn’t sound like much fun for you, though, love.”

Dream shuddered, with a breathy moan at the touch.  Then he looked at the condom in Hob’s hand and back at the helm with a considering expression.

“Perhaps this?” he suggested a moment later, and the item in his hand had become a cocksheath, the bug-eyed headpiece just the right size to cup his balls.

“I…I could work with that,” Hob stammered, as it began to dawn on him the options available when fucking an eldritch power. He tossed the condom over his shoulder, and reached out for Dream once more.