#dreamrealm

[mediocres-writing-blog]

Mortal Kombat Legends: Blood Bound

Chapter 17: Visions and Memories

Resting in his bed, Nico had trouble falling asleep. Until 2 in the morning, as his eyes were shut, he moved around for a bit, until finally opening his eyes.

ROBIN: This isn’t working.

He said as he turned, and he soon realized his bed was on the other side of the room. 

ROBIN: Oh, kaaaaaay…

He got out of bed, and as he opened the door, he noticed the same interior as the base, except… mirrored? The dim lights illuminated the dark corridors, while black particles hovered around everywhere he walked. He hears some strange noises coming from what seemed like chatter, as he entered the room the noise was coming from, he saw what seemed like a recording of some people fighting in an arena. 

ROBIN: This feels oddly nostalgic. 

As he approached it, it vanished like sand in the wind. He stepped away, and left the room. While turning around, he saw another moving image, one of a young boy with long hair making a metal mask.

ROBIN: Is… that me…?

He tried to touch it, but was hit by a flash of light and bright colors instead. He stepped back, with a feeling of fear in his eyes, and a strange sense of nostalgia in his mind. While seeing other images, some of which events haven't happened yet, he heads off to the exit, and as he leaves, he notices a man in a dark brown cloak, sitting criss-cross. His hands on his knees, palms down, as if he’s meditating. The caped crusader looking at the hooded man, accidentally slams the door shut, causing the ground beneath them to shake. Nico hugged the wall, trying to keep his balance, while the hooded man stood up, taking a deep breath, and breathing out, the ground stopped shaking. He turned around, and Robin knew exactly who he was looking at. 

ROBIN: Tremor? Is that you?! How’ve you been, Mr. Mineral?

He said, walking up to him, and as he’s walking up to Tremor to give him a big hug, he quickly steps away as he notices how insanely hot his forearms were. (I swear, I’m saying hot like it burns, I’m not saying his forearms are sexy)

ROBIN: Right. Not doing that again.

The earth ninja would chuckle at Nico’s comment, his words riverbed through his mask.

TREMOR: It’s good to see you too, Nico Ghai.

Nico’s eyes would wander around. He noticed that the area the base is set is surrounded by dim blue lights and strange vegetation.

ROBIN: So what’s the deal with the base? Was it always like that? Was there a nuclear fallout?

As soon as Tremor opened his mouth, Nico jumped to a conclusion.

ROBIN: Oh God, I’m dreaming, aren’t I?

TREMOR: Well yes, but actually no.

ROBIN: …

ROBIN: What?

Nico looks back at the mineral man, looking move oblivious than those cat images you’d find on Pinterest. 

ROBIN: What do you mean “yes, but actually no”?

Tremor sat down, and from a bag on his right, took a pot of tea and some cups. He uses his Earth Shaping powers to make a small desk and a place for Nico to sit. He sits down, and Tremor reheats the tea with his burning hands, pouring it into Nico’s cup. He takes a sip and quite enjoys it. 

ROBIN: man, this is some nice tea.

TREMOR: Thank you, my friend. Now, you had some questions a minute ago?

Robin puts down his cup, taking in a deep breath.

ROBIN: Oh right, I meant to ask you, am I dreaming or not?

Tremor, as he’s sipping his tea, exhales.

TREMOR: It is complicated. Do you remember when I told you I would go to Dreamrealm all those moons ago?

ROBIN: Yeeaaaaah?

TREMOR: It is a place, a place that enhances one’s psychic and physical self through its own atmosphere. 

ROBIN: I can see what you mean by ‘physical’, you look like you were dipped in a pool of early 2000’s aesthetic and hit the gym right afterwards. But, psychic? 

Nico sipped his tea as Tremor began to explain.

TREMOR: It is hard to explain. But to put it simply, The Dreamrealm is a place that exists and doesn’t at certain points. It is a place that allows certain inhabitants to share their presence with the dreams of others. For as little as I’ve spent here, I have visited two dreams, this being my second one. 

ROBIN: Uh-huh. So, does that mean that we're technically meeting, even though I’m not in Dreamrealm? And I could be In someone else’s dream if I wanted to IF I was there?

Mr. Mineral pats the caped crusader’s shoulder gently with a slightly cooled down hand, giggling under his breath.

TREMOR: Don’t overthink this, Nico. But do tell, anything interesting happen lately? 

Nico, scratching his head spills the beans.

ROBIN: Well, I joined a general in a mission to find a blood bender, met my father figure from childhood, and fought pirates, a wizard and a saurian who ended up being a pretty good friend. I wish I could meet him again sometime… And also, I fell in love with the prettiest girl ever, but getting together is sometimes a bit complicated.

Tremor puts down his cup gently, and he cools down his hand, as to not burn Nico, but give him a warm pat on the shoulder.

TREMOR: Well, as a good man has told me, anything is possible, my friend, so long as you put your heart and your soul to it.

Robin looked at his friend, and realized that under that hard exterior, is a big ol' softie. Nico hugs Tremor, and the mineral man gently hugs the caped crusader back. 

ROBIN: Thanks, Tremor. It was great seeing you again, man.

TREMOR: Likewise, Nico. But do remember, not all dreamrealmers are as kind as I am.

Red Robin stepped back, and looked confused.

ROBIN: Wait, what does that mean–?

As soon as he uttered the words, he felt like he was pulled back with a strong force. When he opened his eyes, he noticed the familiar feeling of his bedsheets. He sat up, and turned his head to look at his clock. 7:30 AM.

ROBIN: Seven-thirty? Funny. It felt shorter than five and a half hours.

He yawns, stretching his arms. As he gets out of bed, he notices a paper on his bedside drawer. It reads:

"You've got a lot more ahead of you, Nico. Good luck!" - T.

ROBIN: This is some Matrix level bull.

He puts on a shirt and heads off to work. He looks back at the note, and he puts it in his drawer with a smile on his face.

The End.

Wait, that's it? That's nowhere near good enough. I want Tremor to have the spotlight he deserves.

Don't worry, I'll give Tremor his own oneshot, pinkie promise.

[aucris]

Be careful, Dreamer, the realm of the sleeping king is ever-changing, always in motion and never fully safe.

[pinkiexneomorph277]

True Form

Nightmare Mewtwo (Nights) True Form is a bit more spikey than their netruel form they use mainly when not intimidating others also she has to live up to her name as Nightmare.

[snibbleflip]

The Rebirth of Spark and Harmony - The Tapestry of Time and Fate in a Dream-realm’s Embrace

Dream-realm's embrace, where shadow-folk reside, I, the Wanderer, pierce the veil they strive to hide. Forgotten souls weave streets – I seek truths long denied, Where storm paints chaos, thunder weaves its vivid guide.

Cloaked in abyss, on riddles my mind is bent, Where time and fate in swirling tapestry are sent. The prophecy's song, a haunting, siren call, Binds my path to find the spark mending rift and sprawl.

Ancient spires stand, tales in weathered stone, Whispers of past dreams, soared high then overthrown. Thunder's chorus booms, a wisdom so profound, Summoning virtues lost, where echoes still resound.

The rain, a baptism washing fear away, Doubt's corners fade as night surrenders to the day. Wanderer stands tall, with inner vision bright, Chaos yields to order, life bursts into the light.

Seeker am I, where paths of knowledge grow, Where love shall conquer, casting seeds the future will sow. With strength's fiery forge, I break the darkest chain, Wanderer, dreamer, where lost suns blaze again.

Herein, my path through time and shadowed space, Fate's embrace I welcome, finding my true place.

[tboom-but-weird]

Last year in June I made a HK version of Dr Eggman's Twitter Announcement, but due to lazyness I never fully converted everything into png because I accidentally used tiff, so I couldn't post it here due to tumblr not supporting that file. But I was looking through my files, and decided to finally post this trainwreck of a meme. Enjoy.

Also, tw: suggestive. About as suggestive as the original video. And its probably lore inaccurate. I just couldn't think of more fitting HK characters to make this with

[starry-kyrii]

Meet Aether! (Their summary is long so putting their bio under the cut here.)

Aether was once a dream god who did something wrong or stepped out of line to displease the other gods, so they were cast to a new realm with their memories of any past life they had completely wiped, and their powers reset. They had one task... Simply filter, archive, and answer the dreams of mortals from worlds they couldn't yet see. Their palace rest in a sea of clouds, isolated in a void-like sea. Aether had but only one thing to guide them; the light of a lantern which silently lead them to a river of dreams. It was there that they began their seemingly endless task. Days and nights blended together mindlessly, but Aether's wonder and fascination with the mortals began to grow... as did the ever present question. Who were they? And why were they here? Was there some greater purpose for them? Was this a prison, or an opportunity?

Zodori, the first dreampuff, emerged the first time that Aether gave up their work. The unfiltered dreams overflowed, creating a powerful, yet tiny being. Aether was stunned, as Zodori was the first talking, living creature they'd met in.... well, their entire life, that they knew of. Everything they had figured out prior was found through books and context clues left by the gods that cast them aside. (This is why Zodori, unlike other dreampuffs, has reality shifting powers; the sheer amount of magic put into her basically piled up and piled up. Now that Aether knows to not shirk on this task, other dreampuffs arent USUALLY as powerful, but they still have their own kind of magic.) Zodori was able to leave the realm, something aether couldnt do. Aether had the idea to send Zodori down to connect to a mortal, and give them direct access to this mortal's dreams; Corrie was connected to Zodori, and thus Aether. Aether was able to utilize the dreams of Zodori to raise their power, and symbiotically in return Aether gave Corrie (and Zodori) a way to connect with their creations.

From this point on, the dream dragons, knightmanes, and other denizens of Aether's realm began to emerge. Aether found a new purpose, connecting these creations to mortals to fuel their magic and keep their kingdom aloft, allowing them also to be a lot less alone.

Favorite/associated aesthetics: Anything to do with the sky (day or night), dreams, dreamcore, stars, space, sun, vintage stuff (including ceramic things), windchimes, white/minimalist, white and gold, ornate stuff, sleepycore, and clouds.

[moe-broey]

Heard it was Terrible Comics Day 🤔

A spin on a post that has been living in my head and in my drafts for A Long Time Now, since like. It's just so funny w them in particular. They're the same guy (kind of.)

Inspo under cut!

[stonerzelda]

NOOOO why is a sex blog liking the funniest ugliest selfie ive ever tsken blease help

[downtofragglerock]

That’s certainly an issue, but I think my biggest problem with this map is the size discrepancy regarding certain territories

Because if we’re using the middle earth part of the map for size comparison the labyrinth (i’m presuming it’s the 1986 one considering it’s neighbor), moomin valley, terabithia, and especially wonderland should nowhere near be the size they are on this map

And places like hyrule and thra? they should be waaaayyy larger

One of my favorite hobbies is thinking about the fucked up implications of this fantasy world map my parents got me for christmas

[Image ID: photo of a map. On the left side of the map is Middle Earth, with the Shire and Mordor labeled. To the direct right of Mordor is Whoville.]

[mortalboy]

every few nights i have an extremely vivid dream in which i hang out with current old woman patti smith, and honestly it rules but why does this happen so often

[catluvr5]

dreampt that i got a 56 mb sd card

[monayen]

I’d love to ask for some handwriting headcanons but with a good chunk of the ranfren cast it’d be more like literacy headcanons… would love to hear your thoughts :)

this is incredibly autistic of me to spend 40 minutes trying to perfect how they would sign their names. still isn’t exact but i tried !! Ratmen aren’t included because they are illiterate (lol)

Incredibly neat cursive

Uses an expensive fountain pen, since he thinks it’s the most elegant. Doesn’t let anybody get near it

Writes from time to time, but mostly reads. Even has a small library somewhere in the house

I do think he’d love to write an autobiography at some point

Small, semi cursive writing

Writes slowly and uses as little words as he needs to. I also headcannon that he’s left-handed

Does enjoy literature, mostly Russian. Physical books are alright, but prefers digital versions on the computer

Better at writing in his native language, though he hasn’t needed to in a while

Writes quick and skinny, like cat scratches

Somehow manages to always use pens that are running out of ink

Only reads romance mangas. He tried to secretly draw and write his own, but Nyon saw the drafts once so he quickly tore it all up and discarded the evidence in embarrassment

Hasn't tried again since :-(

Probably the most natural, a bit messy but still understandable

This guy definitely needs a diary — it’d probably be filled with complaints and cries for help but it might help him desperately relax a little

Didn’t used to like reading, but he’d probably be so happy now to have a good book to occupy his mind

Does not put effort in grammar, writing in-between lines, or even making it eligible

Writes HUGE, could easily fill up a page with just a couple of sentences

Almost always includes a drawing with his writing

Does not care to read anything that isn’t related to his interests

Also writes quite large, mostly round and bold letters

Learned how to write on his own, so it’s a mix of print and cursive that he thinks looks good

Can read, but the books in the dreamrealm are barely understandable to anyone that isn’t him. Just an amalgamation of random stories and thought up characters

Though he has a couple of “classics” he hopes to show Randal one day

[pinkiexneomorph277]

Is it Wise ?

NightMare Mewtwo( Night) has found another soul to taunt in the dream realm and mess with .

@mewtwoandme

(I’ve been following two Mewtwo blogs and both have prevented great opportunities for my MewTwos to just come out and be shits seeing doubt or being jerks to others)

Note: I don’t usually bring Night or DreamTwo out much for it takes a bit of time to get an idea to draw but i’m starting to add more onto my characters lately .

[dragonmaiden79]

She shouldn't remember it, but does realize that something is amiss though she can't tell what.

As for why she would show up at his place at that hour,,, he could either have summoned her urgently, or she was going to take a vacation of some sort and unknown to her he took and hid something of hers to disrupt her departure and helps her look for it until it's too late for her to leave (then-- oh I found it would you look at that!)

And also I love this. Dammit I love this-- keep on then, @palettesofrenaissance

Not gonna lie, I've been thinking about this since receiving this request, and it may be because I'm stressed af and tried to remedy that earlier tonight while it's also 1:24am at the point I'm starting this post and I'm watching the French dispatch that's playing on tv that is surprisingly hilarious and i feel like I'm about to fall asleep very, very soon and I also need to wake up early

But tbh the initial first thoughts I had—which will likely change ngl, I haven't even read gotten the chance to start on this because I can't seem to figure out HOW to handle this entire setting and conclusion—but I have had thoughts about your request for him being a power bottom and having the shit rode out of him. He wanted to talk a big game but she just... Saw straight through it. Sold him to shut up and pushed him down onto the nearest flat surface, grabbed his collar and kissed him angry and rough. He's of course stunned. And as he's attempting to form a sentence—a question, more like, because this isn't like her despite him yearning after her for so long—he's flabbergasted.

She rides the fuck out of him, something akin to an angry fuck and she just wants him to shut up. But he's gazing up at her like she's an angel and despite it all, he's saying sweet nothing's to her that he knows will get to her, which he knows will make her soften after years of knowing her.

And after he feels her finally relax and she's sighing in contempt and finally letting him kiss her everywhere he's longed to—her jaw, her throat, her shoulders, her cleavage—when she's getting dazed by lust, he asks her to rest her hands on his throat and apply her weight there. She isn't certain at first but he soon convinced her.

He likes to be choked, she finds out, a lopsided grin on his face and his eyes roll back as he approaches his pinnacle of no return. She's close too, brought there by his insistence and then by his breathless, continuous, "Please... Please... Please... Please!"

He begs to cum. He begs to please her, to give her everything he has. He begs to feel her convulge and milk him dry and then to keep going. Begs that if she doesn't let him, he'll die.

--o--

Or, alternatively, he smiles at her nicely and while she's talking and trying to stand on business, he gets her to loosen up. Gets her all soft and compliant, sighing and confused and breathless when he squeezes her thighs and pulls her close, making ber back arch on reflex. And then he pulls her on top of him. He's kissing, sucking, and nipping from her jaw down her neck, smirking smugly all the while.

About him being aggressive: perhaps he's holding her hips in a grip that's so tight it hurts, she leaned over him, her hands planted near his shoulders, her fingers digging into the surface under him, as he bucks his hips up into her so rapidly and so forcefully. He knows that she doesn't allow herself self-fullfilling pleasure all the time, so as her back arches above him, he forces her to indulge in pleasure and coos into her ear, "Feels good, yeah?"

She whimpers, a sound she would not really be too proud to emit in front of him.

"I wanna hear you—need to hear you say it. Say it feels good," he pants evilly, and it feels like his grip on her hip tightens and his hips move faster, making her hiss, and she can feel every vein, every inch that plugs her up completely and rubs against her g-spot. "Say that I make you feel good. I make you feel good, yeah? Tell me I make you feel good!"

Just barely, she whispers out, "Yeah! So good!"

Her hands would dig into the surface he's laid across underneath her, and he'd nip under her jaw again, leaving pretty bruises as trophies of accomplishment he'd gaze at, smugly, come tomorrow.

She cries out at being forced to endure this, at being forced to experience such hightened, intense pleasure without barriers or restraints or excuses.

And when he squeezes a hand between their overheated, sweating bodies to find her clit, she tosses her head back and feels tears beginning to prick the edges of her eyes. He doesn't give her mercy until she's wetting him due to her orgasming.

Once more, she tries to push him away, the aftershocks and sensitivity intense and near overwhelming, but he simply grabs her wrists and continues fucking up into her.

She cums again, tears finally rolling down her cheeks, and he kisses their wet tracks before gently turning them over, raises her hips, drapes himself across her back—but not before tying a scarf around his neck and wrapping the other end around her jelly-loose hand to pull to her delight and control—and then he's fucking her from behind.

During it, she does tug his neck forward via the scarf, earning his delight.

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idk. these are just scenerios and interaction ideas. I feel like because I'm tired and it's late, I missed your mark. so pls feel free to correct me @dragonmaiden79 . if there's parts you want me to change, rearrange, or whatever have you

in the meantime, I'm still trying to decide if she should remember anything from The Absinthe Attempt or not, like what would she be at his shoppe so late for like in the ending?

[elidyss]

Some designs of the nightmare demons Dreamkeeper has to fight in people's dream.

The Dreamrealm is a place situated at the edge of the galaxy, close to the Outereach.

The Outereach is the name given to the impenetrable and unfathomable darkness that surrounds the galaxy and isolates it, and this is where demons are born.

Demons are very adaptable and malleable beings that change depending on what they enter in contact with. By entering a dream, they transform and take its characteristics. Most of the time, they end up becoming pretty harmless beings and quickly vanish.

When some demons enter particularly violent nightmares and troubled dreams, they can end up becoming really powerful and real threats for the subconscious of the dreamer and the Dreamrealm as a whole.

Dreamkeeper is tasked to defeat those.

Since not so long ago, the galaxy was subject to one of the most violent and destructive war in its history, dreams are still filled with intense traumas and destructive imageries, giving birth to an incredible number of really violent demons, which gives Dreamkeeper a lot of work.

[fharzai]

who?: @theportaraceli where?: the dreamrealm when?: the siege babey

Only recently had he woken again yet the dreamrealm was screaming for his help. Fharzai had quickly gleaned that the situation in Aventia had worsened during Munin's nightmare, but hope wasn't lost. He could still make a push with the light the pattern chose for him. Fharzai was more confident on his walks now, entering their dreams and understanding their situation more deeply than ever before. He wanted to weep but remained steadfast beneath the hood of his cloak. Nightmare plagued their sleep and the glowing light of his staff illuminated the darkness. Where he stepped, a peaceful dream would blossom. They would have a chance to enjoy it later in the night, but for now Fharzai had to help them adjust course. "Hello, traveler," he greets her as the last of the nightmare is washed out. "You're taking too long, it's time to go." She'd understand, his words were pertinent to the life she led. Fharzai still felt he shouldn't directly interfere with the paths of the living, but he'd push to the furthest limit his personal code allowed. What his words could not convey, the two paths stemming from her feet serve to represent. One led to a cluster of lights so close she could count each individual one, all set ablaze by hot black flames. The other led to a light far off in the distance, one she could barely make out at all. He felt the path she needed to take was clear, but the choice was ultimately hers. "One leads to ruin, the other salvation. You cannot take both and the longer you wait the likelier you'll get to choose neither," he says, pounding his staff down to pull dreammist to him. He had other paths to walk though he was curious to see what choice she specifically made in the end.