#dream ask

[croziers-compass]

I had a dream about you.

We were on a bus and there were a lot of people too, I couldn't see your face but I know it was you. You know what I mean anyway.

I looked over your shoulder I was behind you and saw your phone wallpaper was a blond guy when I asked you about who he was,

you said ah that's Edward Kenway and before I say anything else YOU TOOK A BITE OF YOUR PHONE!!!

Like you ate part of it!!? And then you ate my phone too???!

Then a bus flipped over and I woke up, It was a crazy dream I'm telling you.

What a wild trip! This is awesome! Thank you for sharing this! What's absolutely insane is that this is not the first time I've been in other people's Dreams! I'm a frequent Flyer for people! You get to count yourself among the list of thirty or so people across the internet of which I visit the dreams of! Sounds wicked amazing though! Especially since it is very in character for me to have had Edward Kenway as my phone background. Sorry about your dream-phone I uh... I'm sure we can get you another.

[azi-sings-calliope]

Hi! For the “Give Me a Character” Meme, how about Lord Morpheus himself, Dream? 💭

Oooh boy. Oh boy. Thank you so much for asking this, cos this is gonna be a ride.

*spoilers for the entire sandman comics, long post, be warned*

I consider Dream's character to be a can of worms except some are real worms and some are gummies.

In this post I'll talk about themes of what he was owed, what he owed others, hope, and the inherent agony of his existence.

Thoughts on Dream:

I think he was doomed from the start.

So. Morpheus is a character who I consider to be deeply realistic. Now, this is gonna sound strange, but allow me to elaborate.

Dream was created as an embodiment of hope and wonder in a universe that consistently destroys it. (This is just my interpretation). He's told he's omnipotent but comes to learn there are rules that bind him like any other creature.

But he's hopeful. So he forms relationships, loves, hopes, but the universe is wired against him, his function, and by extension, all the Endless.

So, these experiences make Dream bitter. He hates the universe, the mortals that resemble the ones he used to love, and Desire (we know why).

Now, like so many other beings, he's nearly hopeless. He's heartbroken and vengeful and cruel. He throws himself into his work. I think he's never able to do it fully. This is because he doesn't show himself to mortals, tries not to care about them, when his entire existence is meant to help them.

His work and detachment shows him how powerful he is. He becomes entitled, and I think that some part of Dream, whether that be conscious or unconscious (ha), feels as if he is owed something. Owed a stable function, owed some form of compensation for the agony of his existence.

But his work is what he exists for, he cares about it deeply, obsessively. Then he gets captured. In my interpretation, this imprisonment is when he realizes that he will never get compensated. It will always hurt. He's depressed, and hits the point of exhaustion, anhedonia. He realizes he's not invincible, his work can be compromised, he's owed nothing, and he spirals. He's obsessive again, he hunts for his tools, punishes people.

He jumps from obsession to obsession, trying to ward off creeping grief and apathy.

Through the help of other characters and the reality of who he once was, he begins to believe he can change.

He gets faced with his crimes, like Nada, and is hit with who he once was, and does what he can to fix the injustice he committed against her. At this point, he believes in change, in improving himself.

But then shit hits the fan, and in an attempt to help Delirium and Destruction, to get them what they are owed, he has to kill his son.

Orpheus is a point in his past that carries great grief, but moments - which are rare in Dream's life - of love and happiness. And he has to destroy that part. He gave Orpheus what he was owed.

He has atoned for his sins, and in doing so lost what he loved. Those sins always needed to be atoned for, but there was no other way to do it. Which is why I said he was doomed from the start.

His past sins, his change, his obsession with his function have left him hollowed out, exhausted, apathetic. I think of that Bilbo quote, "I feel like butter spread too thinly over bread." I think that's how Dream feels in the end.

As I've said a lot, Dream represents hope in a way. And he lost his hope continuously.

The universe beat him down, he beat himself down, he beat others down to the point he didn't have anything in him left to hope.

He believed he was owed compensation for his pain. He ended up giving others what he owed them.

(I interpret Daniel as a hopeful version of Dream, solidifying the whole hope message of the serious. But considering this is about the Morpheus aspect, I won't get into that here.)

Onto the thing I said at the start about him being realistic, while of course Morpheus' eternal existence is hard to relate to, I look at him, a being in that much pain with that much power, and be unable to do anything about it, and I think, how could you not be like that?

So, to sum up, a character who was destroyed by the universe, became cruel and vengeful, had to atone for their sins which were near inevitable by the very nature of their existence, then had to give up the unimaginable to atone for them, and in doing so lost everything and didn't care, because that was how much Hope lost his hope.

Dream was doomed from the start.

On that cheerful note, onto the other points!

Who I ship him with:

Dream x therapy

I love Morphienne, like I said before, it's just such a beautiful relationship built on trust and mutual respect and admiration I love it so much.

Dream and Calliope, please, they were so cute together before and during Orpheus, and they need to heal together.

And last but certainly not least, Dream x Lucifer. Now I have no platonic explanation for whatever Dreams description of them during Season of Mists was, but there was several layers of grief in that interaction. Plus they have great chemistry.

Non-Romantic otp:

Basically, all the ships but platonic, except Dream x Lucifer. I'm not picky.

But imma be honest and say Matthew, or, hot take, Bast, if she ever got over that crush. I just think their mutual love of cats would be adorable.

Unpopular opinion:

Even though I listed my ships, those are just wishful thinking. I think before Morpheus gets into another relationship, he needs to do some serious self reflection and improvement. I think canon proved jumping into relationships is something Morpheus' has a problem with. I don't think I'll be able to read a fic that immediately starts as a love story, and disregards Morpheus' flaws. (That being said this is just my opinion, all fics are amazing) His problems won't be solved by another person, no matter how cute they are together. He needs to work on himself.

What I wish had happened in canon:

This is actually difficult, because I genuinely think Dream's story is absolutely integral, and his character arc is mapped out exactly how it should be (in my opinion).

However, I wish there was a scene, maybe several, maybe a plotline, of Dream and Calliope working through their grief together. I would also like a scene, in the Kindly Ones, where Dream says goodbye to Lucien/Lucienne, because I think their relationship was too deep for it to go unsaid.

Well, I hope you liked my very cheerful answers, thanks again for asking!!

Note: everything I said was my interpretation or opinion.

[thatsneakymedic]

[wet dream meme] During tonight's wet dream, Kabuto is laying on a towel on the beach and someone is hugging him from behind. It's a very muscled man. He's trained to an art. So the dream decides it must be Maito Gai. He puts his hands on Kabuto's hips and pulls him closer. Now a hard bulge presses against the line of Kabuto's behind.

A hand caresses under Kabuto's shirt, Sssh, it's alright, his lover says as he pinches a nipple. They don't want to stand out on the beach. They shouldn't want to attract attention. It's better if they are quiet. And that sneaky hand goes down to Kabuto's pants. His fingers trace the outline of his member. Then his hand slides under the elastic.

Gai has his mouth by Kabuto's ear, and he compliments him on how hard he has trained, and how good he looksss. The s-sound drags on in the compliments. And slowly, Gai transforms into Lord Orochimaru. Their build is almost the same, the thickness of the arms is too, and now it's Orochimaru's hand that is in Kabuto's beach shorts.

Orochimaru wraps his hand around him, and begins to rub. He's slow about it, the touches are sweet. He nuzzles Kabuto's neck, and breathes in deeply in a possessive manner. He breathes out slowly, and is breath is hot. His hot breath goes into Kabuto's shirt. His mouth finds Kabuto's neck, and the kisses he puts down are careful. But they are hot, and wet, and so damn loving.

His bulge grinds longingly against Kabuto's behind, as if he wants to put it in. The movements pause. There's a rustle. Slowly, Orochimaru pulls down Kabuto's beach shorts at the front so he has better access to his cock and balls. In the dream, Orochimaru has already shed his underwear.

The only layer between them is the red ARE YOU NASTY shorts cover Kabuto's butt. And the dream-landscape of the beach becomes the dream-landscape of their own bed. The world looks just like home.

The touches continue, sweetly and hotly. He's careful not to go to fast. He takes an amazingly long time to build it up. He does clench harder, and when he feels Kabuto's precum on his knuckles, his breath hitches with excitement. He breathes in deeply, and kisses Kabuto's neck more. His hand stays on Kabuto's cock, the other goes to his nipple. He fondles them both as if he never gets to touch them.

"Fffuck," he whispers. "...Kabuto-kun..." He presses harder against Kabuto. He sighs wantonly, and something changes. He goes further.

Careful to not wake him up, he slowly puts one leg over his legs. He slowly weighs more of his weight on top of him, now pressing Kabuto more into the mattress. The press of Orochimaru's cock becomes more prominent too, and it now presses against Kabuto's asshole. It's leaking precum, and the cockhead is already out.

He wants him to wake up. He whispers, "Kabuto-kun. Kabuto-kun..." and he runs his lips over the back of the silver-haired neck. "Kabuto... wake up... hm?" He presses kisses against his neck.

His hand still caresses Kabuto's cock. The caresses are slow and soft, but he's relentless in his loving. He whispers: "...Can I put it in?"

His forbidden nightly touches were the inspiration for every single one of Kabuto's wet dreams these past nights. It was best to leave him alone as he came. It had been damn difficult to pretend to be asleep. It had been fun to hear him wake up, and hear him finish, or hear him go to the shower. He pretended not to notice that the sheets of the bed were changed nearly daily. For a while it was fun to tease him and love him, without taking credit.

All the built-up sexual energy of caressing Kabuto takes a toll. His self-control had diminished by the night. Even though Orochimaru promised himself that they would have a proper relationship with a slow build to first base, second base, third base, none of that had ever happened. He has a limit. He can't forever live off a diet of longing looks and ankle-touches and an occasional hug. And he's a man of greed. When he wants, he desires.

Tonight, and all the previous nights, he desired his treasured Kabuto-kun. The wet dream, is now a wet reality.

Send my muse a wet dream and they will rate it on how they wake up:

1. Discomfort/Disgusted

and then

4. Very aroused

@uchihacollector

A quiet shudder escapes his lips when the image of Might Gai of all people who was pleasuring him made him extremely uncomfortable to the point of wanting to get away from them despite their hold on him.

But then they change, from the loud and embarrassing Gai to the magnetic and mysterious Orochimaru, and the discomfort of the dream now takes a turn for the better as Kabuto's body slowly relaxes from within their hold. The slight pinch on his nipple as well as their grip on his cock draws out a moan from him, as he becomes more aware of the other's arousal from behind him as he leans more back for them to put more pressure and to try to physically get close to them as much as possible.

The slight pressing of the head of his cock against his entrance and the teasing presses against his backside makes his legs go weak and his blood rushes from his head to his ears.

To be touched like this by Orochimaru of all people he fantasized about bedding, Kabuto isn't ready for the waking world and he wants the dream... this fantasy to last as long as it could.

Kabuto... Kabuto-kun...

The pictures and the dream's shifting colors merge and mix with each other as he gives into the spiraling decent into ecstasy. But the sound is what interrupts the image's sensual movements, like ripples on a calm puddle.

Wake up...

A voice breaks the silence that was calling him, and it was slowly pulling him away from his sought after dream. Like as if he was floating to the upper surface of the deep water.

No! I can't wake up! Not now..!

As if attempting to keep himself from being taken, his grip on the bedsheets tightens and his head sinks into the pillow, his voice almost breaks into a whimper as he could feel himself stirring awake, much to his disappointment.

Tightened eyes slowly open and all he could see was complete darkness, or at least from his own blurred and dark adjusted eyes, he could see the familiar walls ahead of him. But what didn't change was that the burning sensation that he had in the dream never went away, as a matter in fact. It felt more real than before.

Slender fingers pumping his hardened cock just slow enough to keep him steady and solely dependent on them. Affectionate peppery kisses are littered on the back of his neck and shoulders, and his mind is still feeling feverish and lost.

His head slightly turned at their request and it hits him that he was no longer dreaming anymore. He was thankfully still hot, eager, and aching just like in the dream. This was real, and no longer one of his secret fantasies that his mind would stir up during his personal lonely nights.

It was almost impossible for him to move away from them as their leg over his own, their grip on his cock, and their other arm wrapped around his upper body prevented him from slipping away from them. But Kabuto had no intentions of leaving or even trying to escape from them.

He wanted this. He always wanted this, and now that the opportunity has been given to him, he wasn't going to pass up this chance to please his master and to sate his own lust and physical hunger for their touches, their kisses, and everything else that they would have to offer.

From under the sheets, he lifts up a shaky hand and he rests it on Orochimaru's hipbone, his fingertips press down into the pale skin tensely and to feel their skin underneath his palm. He grits his teeth as his cock twitches from under the other's hand.

In this moment, he didn't care about his insecurities, his worry of not being good enough of a bed partner to them, and the fear of the bond that they have that will be forever changed.

Change was nothing to fear. Change is not always bad. He needs them. He wants them. And it is reassuring that they also had wanted him too.

It's now or never...

"Please... I can't take it anymore. Yes... yes you can." He panted and begged as he tries to shift his backside more against them.

[a-hyperfixated-banana]

I once had a dream where I could fly and there was a tornado and my ex almost kissed me then pulled back and said "you know you're asleep right? this is a dream" and then we got chased through several malls/stores by some kind of security and when they caught us they locked my ex up for "come on man that was just rude, let them dream" then the guard asked for my autograph. as I signed it and handed it over he said "oh, about time to wake up now." then I woke up. .....I think the matrix broke on this one ngl wtf. (try and guess whooo also share thoughts on this lol)

hi megalobeats

also broski I think you’re the chosen one, all the aliens controlling us like sims were so excited they wanted an autograph, your a celebrity in alien world

[twinliches]

i had a dream that time travel was invented and too many people choose to travel back in time to save the titanic from sinking (the question of whether unsinking of the titanic deserved so much attention in the face of human history was the subject of both heavy academic and online discourse), which caused a rift in the space-time-continuum that led to the titanic showing up indiscriminately all over the world’s oceans and sea in various states of sinking.

this caused a lot of issues both in terms of fixing said space-time-continuum and in terms of nautical navigation, and after a long and heavy battle in the international maritime organization it was decided that the bureaucratic burden of dealing with this was to be upon Ireland, much to their dismay. the Irish Government then released an app for all sailors and seafarers so they could report titanic sightings during their journeys, even though they heavily dissuaded you from reporting them given the paperwork it caused.

anyway i woke up with a clear image of the app in my head and needed to recreate it for all of you:

[miyoriia]

if i answer wrong theyll fucking kill me

[startreklesbian]

Happy birthday to me i guess

[noodles-and-tea]

He shakes his hand and when Bill comes to collect Stanley pulls off the fake hand from the dollar store he used

You gotta work on your people skills there, Bill.

[mohntilyet]

"for the chance to be by your side i would storm the black city itself. never doubt it" "let me make a promise to you here. i dream you will say yes" "tell me this ends with me asleep in your arms, and i will kill any god you ask" can we hear it for the antivans!!!!!!!! can we PLEASE hear it for the antivans!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[joicecubes]

the implications of ford pulling this photo out of his trenchcoat in the last episode you guys… THE IMPLICATIONS.

look at the state of this thing!! look at its rips! the stain in the bottom right corner! it’s dog-eared, the color is faded, the paper has browned… he’s kept this photo of them since they were kids. through all the years he stubbornly swore to hold a grudge, all the years he and stan never spoke, he kept this photo.

and we can assume he probably didn’t have it dimension-hopping, since i find it hard to believe he would’ve had it on him when he initially got sucked in, but ford pulling it out of his trenchcoat here!! implies!! that he had been CARRYING IT AROUND WITH HIM for some time after he got back!

imagine if he found it in some of his old stuff the night he returned, after punching and yelling at stan, after being sure to keep as much emotional distance between them as possible, and he finds this photo. would he have stared down at it? for a little while? smoothed the creases out on his desk? thumbed the torn, loved edges while he mourned a simpler time? then pocketed the thing to always have it with him?

i dunno. maybe i’m looking too far into it. but i can’t help but wonder if ford kept it because, against all his big dreams and ambitions, deep down he always wondered what his life might have been like if he sailed away with his brother when they were teenagers. never able to throw it away because doing so would symbolically destroy the last remnants of a childhood fantasy, the last piece of him that remains young and hopeful of a future at his brother’s side.

[lazylittledragon]

more gale+cyra romcom stuff because i'm unwell!!!

[bittsandpieces]

[mtsodie]

thought experiment : what if i was a computer

[yeosin-n]

Can I hold shattered dreams face... He's so cute-

watch out he’s gonna you do a tickle !!!!

[the-phantom-peach]

“for her”

-🍃

the burden of failure and fear of disappointment. sometimes ya just gotta keep it to yourself

[ink-the-artist]

house tour :)

bonus art, lossy versions of the first 2 gifs