#dreamlore

[jeweledstone]

The Duality of Man

Aka: The Angry Rat to Mafia Boss Pipeline is Very Real and VERY Scary!

[pyroclastic727]

i like his new record. it feels like it's from a decade ago, in the best way

[leomnl0af]

FNAF LORE ACCORDING TO MY DREAM

There is apparently a secluded German or Bulgarian lab with a bunch of FNAF variant animatronics (toy animatronics, twisted, nightmare, etc.) made by this one guy named either Alex or Alexei (I think). They were either imported or made himself over several years. He Gave them a single command, to “Kill those who wronged me”. They however took it personally and killed him. They broke through a metal door/grate to get to him. The only ones who didn’t were a couple of Chica’s (glamrock and toy I think) who apparently “[Weren’t] asked to do anything” maybe it’s the spirit of his daughter, Idk.

Oh yea, another thing I remember is that Alexei was kindof robotic too. So that leads me to think that he roboticised himself to keep himself alive.

When the dream led to the animatronics waking up, it was similar to the FNAF 2 movie poster, with toy Freddy poking out, except it was a black Bonnie, like vantablack Bonnie with glowing white eyes, and square antennae.

NOTE: THIS WAS MY DREAM. THERE IS NO CANON IN THIS.

[vuelosincopado]

Dreamlore, Fête de la Musique.

San Salvador, 2023

[clovernment]

sorry folks eatinf rn . will summarize later.

so. we see misha who apparently commutes from another dimension to work. via eye monster stabbing. who he calls Sleepie. also welt can see clockie for some reason. we're now following him to find himeko and march and then robin lol

back to the liveblog

kaimee is screaming apocalypse and misha is Not bothered lol

some dreamlore dump

who is this hunk

hellooo Micah

so robin is either a direct emanator of harmony or someone who drew their gaze?

HSR 2.2 Liveblog LETS GO

awwie we start with boothill holding up danny omg

i fucking love his accent

dan heng still rEVERES the hunt huh

is he hunting for acheron

dan heng just walked off from gunpoint huh

OMG isnt that the jade abacus jing yuan gave us is he REALLY COMING TO PENACONY OMFGDHSGVHCSVUOBXHA

oh

no general ? 🥺🥺

uhh this interrogation as a way to exposit about the galaxy rangers hm. lazy.

so the reason everyone's saying "THATS IMPOSSIBLE" is because they cannot fathom IX gazing at a mortal?

ok

oh?

OH?

oooh she saw the Dreammaster bird

also how did i just realize that acheron is named after one of the five rivers of hades, is it the fire one?

ROBIN POV...???

[le-fou-roux]

Low key think the only thing that c!dream wants is to torment c!tommy. He doesn’t give a fuck about anything else at this point. I mean he was like threatening c!sapnap but probably isn’t going to carry through because he literally only wants to mess with Tommy!? Like why is he so sadistically obsessed with this kid?? Before the prison dream wanted to kill everyone and everything Tommy loved; and possibly lock him up in the prison he began building right after he “exiled” (kidnapped) Tommy. Then after he was in the prison for so fucking long supposedly getting better, the first chance he gets to traumatize tommy again, he does. He beats him to death. He killed a child. Then he simply revived him so he could fuck with him again. Oh and can’t forget that the FIRST THING HE DOES WHEN HE GETS OUT? Goes to EXILE AND CHASES TOMMY DOWN BEATING THE CRAP OUT OF HIM FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES. So yeah Dream doesn’t want power he doesn’t want to control the server he doesn’t give a shit about sapnap or George :( (he used to before he got so obsessed to the point of psychotic break???) he literally doesn’t give a shit about anything EXCEPT FOR TOMMY. Dream apologists fuck off he clearly is evil.

*edit*

C!Dream told most of his visitors he was getting better, before Tommy’s last visit, keep in mind this is PRIOR to Quackity’s “visits.”

Before the torture, c!dream killed and revived c!tommy. With the main fascination in wondering what it was like, how painful it was, what was beyond death?

C!Tommy was a fucking test rat to C!dream, he’s a toy.

So I’d assume that since in the past c!dream has often left c!sapnap and c!george to do whatever while he goes and torments the children, that he might not be wanting to carry through with whatever he was threatening to do to kinoko.

He planted a horrific mind fuck in c!Tommys basement. Made him think c!phil was in trouble. Made him lose his shit again.

No sign of harm to Kinoko.

So if anyone’s reaching for character arcs, it’s people trying to find the good in any of this.

[cerastes]

Drimo, what IS the Centipede VTuber lore? Reveal it... Reveal it!

I was waiting to have an overlay and a few other things ready before dropping it, but you know what, Centipede VTuber lore, here it is.

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The first step is posture.

The second step, strong eye contact.

And the third? You guessed it: A signature move that can annihilate them in a split second.

If you ask anybody, it is clear as morning dew that these are the building blocks to make a good first impression at a job interview. But see, a good and lasting first impression is not essential only to land that job or snatch that internship, it is fundamental for a variety of things, like marriage, seminars, and dungeon keeping.

And it is that solitary shining element in a bucket of otherwise drab boring everythings that matters here. But, ah, let us not get ahead of ourselves, yes? In media res is delightful, but today, this humble narrator wishes to relinquish unto you, without mirrors and smoke but definitely with bells and whistles, The Story of the Centipede of Want.

Once upon a time, within the ruined walls of a famously affluent cathedral’s brick and silver walls, there lived the Centipede, as he was known back then. As attentive ace detectives among readers might be able to discern, the Centipede was a centipede, long and eerie, body of man and beast alike everywhere it mattered, famished for as much sustenance as his forcipules could catch first, and as many things that he could get his numerous hands on a very close second. Warm in winter and cool in summer, the ruined cathedral was a comfortable place to live in, where a spring feast on autumn was common occurrence for the Centipede. Insects, such as scavengers and looters, from hereon morsels, habitually wandered in, looking for the old relics of silver and amethyst ripe for plundering in the ruins of the withered house of worship, becoming sustenance for its longest-lived predator, the four-armed, hundred-legged menace that prowled its once decadent halls, filled with the stagnant air of the hunt. Truth be told, the cathedral had long been looted for most of its relics and arcane implements, its silver goblets and amethyst utensils of all sizes and shapes, so the only ones that wandered in were fools and lesser beasts looking for refuge. It was a peaceful, easy life for the Centipede.

But at the same time, something like throbbing roots thrashed in the back of the Centipede’s head, something that tasted of cyan and grey and had no name, as far as the menace knew. Initially, it was merely a light jostle, but as time passed, the thrashing intensified like a landslide, eating away at his every thought, crunching harder and louder than his mandibles did the carapaces and cheap iron armor of the unfortunate interlopers caught in his granite and silver hunting grounds:

Complacence.

Cyan and grey and rancid and bitter. The Centipede’s mind was impregnated by throbbing unease, its quaking manic, its incisors sharp, its vice grip tight. During the day, it was common for the Centipede to mock the bishop and the priests of the once opulent church, begging day after day for tithe and tribute, only to feast behind closed doors of oak and silver. And yet, he himself was much the same: Preying on weak interlopers during the day, pretending to be a grandiose warlord among what little silver and amethyst decadence was left in the ruins during the night, devoid of any real strength and riches he could call his own.

In his ideal world, for each leg he had, he’d wear a different, uniquely etched and engraved silver band. In three hands, he’d hold silver goblets filled with the world’s finest wine, mead, and rum, aged in mahogany casks, with touches of juniper berries, and on his last hand, he’d hold an oversized goat leg, from which he’d munch on in between rounds of ambrosia. Ah, to be the Centipede! Or rather, the powerful entity in his wildest dreams!

Realization is the sharpest blade of them all. No matter how much you temper your carapace, that which is crafted from denial can’t ever hope to stop such a spearhead. Thus, the Centipede came upon an epiphany: He simply had to get that which he desired with his own hands, and that cyan and grey pulsating cluster of fangs would be gone! And so, he got to work: He’d go to one of the silver mines the town was famous for and become its biggest, meanest threat! The head honcho of harm! The throbbing titan of threat! The punishing pimple of pain! The alliterative administrator of annihilation! Oh, with mandible and might, he’d deliver the most poignant of Rectal Ragnaroks and Colon Crucifixions to any who’d dare wander into his domain!

He’d be the most feared Boss Fight of all!

The Centipede rushed out of the church, his two rows of endless legs clacking a demented tarantella as he headed right towards the hill, his putrid eyes fixed on the silver mine. It was time to begin his reign of rambunctious terror!

Or so was the plan. The plan that was supposed to work. Do you think the plan worked?

It didn’t. It really, really didn’t.

To say the Centipede feasted upon manure would be an understatement. Here’s some statements from adventurers that fought him:

“There’s definitely the intimidating factor of something with more legs than a ballroom, but his moveset was predictable. Kinda easy experience and silver, not gonna lie.” -- Anonymous Rogue, Adept Adventurer.

“Well, how to say this... His boss music could use some work, and only two life bars? I just got done fighting something with four phases, so this was... Well, anyways, at least he dropped a nice skill book.” -- Anonymous Mage, Adept Adventurer.

“I cheesed the dumbass with 100% physical damage resistance because he doesn’t have any elemental damage, lmao get bopped idiot, I kept using my overhead helmsplitter and he kept crouching and blocking in panic, you love to see it.” -- Anonymous Samurai, Adept Adventurer.

“He’s kind of a Stage 3 boss, nothing special, he’ll never make it big.” -- Anonymous White Mage, Adept Adventurer.

“mfer wont drop the damn skill book whats the drop rate on that shit i bet the skill sucks anyways, ive kicked his ass like 14 times now orz” -- Anonymous Warrior, Novice Adventurer.

Alas, it turns out that outside his domain of brick and silver, the Centipede wasn’t so big and mean, after all.

And that’s where most stories end: The monster gets conquered by adventurers, and everyone learns how to cheese it. A nice The End in fancy font then drops in front of you and you go to bed.

But you’re not going to bed today, shitlips.

Because this story is not over.

No.

He wasn’t going to take it.

He didn’t have to take it.

The Centipede rose back to its many feet and decided that he’d start from square one: He’d learn what makes a good boss fight no matter what! Then and there, the Centipede vowed to accrue a staggering amount of health bars, to have as many phases as he had legs, to have a moveset so diverse and foul that adventurers would get acid reflux merely by hearing about the shocking amount of tricky delays and annoying status effects his attacks entailed, to have the single most facemelting ultrabanger of a boss theme, and to never, ever again crouch against an overhead.

That day, the Centipede became The Centipede of Want, and what is it that he want? To be the biggest, meanest Final Boss ever!

...But that requires training! A lot of it! How did he decide to go at it? Why, by streaming a veritable variety of video games, of course! By learning from the boss fights of a deluge of games, he’d be able to craft new strategies most rancid and concoct novel attacks most putrid. Plus, what a better way to learn of the adventurers’ way of fighting than by being the adventurers in games? Not to mention that he could naturally engage with humans in conversation and have them unwittingly reveal their weaknesses to him! It was genius! The Centipede of Want headed to the cathedral’s ruins one last time, grabbed every last piece of silver and amethyst not yet plundered in there, and traded it for a streaming set-up in town. Using the last of the silver, he fashioned a mask for himself to signify that he was done being the complacent bully that roamed the walls of that decadent cathedral.

It was time to begin training.

He’d feast on weaklings no more.

He’d eat gods from now on. He’d seek adversity. He’d seek strength.

And the rest would naturally follow.

[beautifulbizarremagazine]

How about a little Dreamlore?⁣ .⁣ When days are grey and dreary, @septemberwildflowers' paintings always bring some light into my life! 🌟 ⁣ Model: @anastasjia⁣ .⁣ .⁣ .⁣ posted on Instagram - https://ift.tt/2OBL8Y9

[mmagpiez]

me when i only figure out lore from random tumblr posts n try to piece it together like some crazy puzzle 

I love seeing all the stuff about the dream smp, even if I’m not into it. It’s nice to see people have fun and be into something creative and non-commercial. HOWEVER, it is endlessly funny to me to be scrolling through and see a post talking about what happened on the smp, how friends died and betrayed eachother, only to be slapped in the face with names like “ponk” and “slime”.

[joyachanatry]

Sweet dreams my sexy dragons. We will dream of your firey love all night long. #sweetdreams #goodnightquotes #goodnight #dragonsofinstagram #quote #quotesoftheday #quotestagram #dragonromance #dragon #Dragonerotica #Dragonshifters #love #ebookstagram #empoweringromance #strongefemale #dreamlover #dreamcore #dreamlore #dream #Joyachanatry https://www.instagram.com/p/CV6lS5ztN-6/?utm_medium=tumblr

[roykhamus]

Listen/purchase: Heart Full of Hell by Dreamlore

[sw33t-oubliette]

The dreamcore ocs I've been talking about

Knife guy is Spade, TV girl is Melo

[jeweledstone]

Bonus stupid featuring DreamLore!Elias cause I thought it’d be funny

Not me naming my Tandemaus/Maushold on one of my Pokemon Violet teams after my comfort ship

Plus a short comic based on something that happened in-game while I was playing it.

[artist-did-drawn]

HERES YOUR DAILY DOSE OF RANBOO ANGST FELLAS

also oo lookie lore items: Fourth Memory Book, Totem of Undying, Rapple, Eye of Ender, and Do Not Read #3

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[daisylore-au]

I was snooping and found a blog called “dreamlore” that’s password protected… that’s not you, is it? If it is then please ignore this

it’s not :’) i wish i had that name, but alas, i wasn’t quick enough apparently hdkdbdk

[canvasgrey-blog]

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