#dreamworld adventure

[trashscrounger]

the arcane creators really said the same thing as harlan lmao

yall out here writing painfully beautiful stories of transcendently intertwined souls dedicating their lives (and deaths) to each other in the most heartwrenching displays of love and dedication-

what? everybody thinks they're gay? noooo guys they're just friends, pals, bros, dudes being guys straightly 😌

[fairytaleprincessart]

dreamscapes 🌼✨

[lawnchairsalad]

The taste has changed

[theitalianscribe]

Norman headcannons

In life, Norman was good at doing impressions. This carried over into his cyborg/android design with a program that lets him perfect replicate people's voices.

Building off the above point, Norman wasn't originally the one doing the company tapes. That person asked too many questions and thus were needed... elsewhere. Since he already was discreet and okay with all the shady stuff, Norman was put on voiceover detail.

Norman has/had a bird.

Norman having a bird probably works better in an au, but he has this bird, maybe a parrot, maybe a budgie, and it has a yellow head and its wings and chest are the same color. I picture them as pink or purple, but I'm having trouble finding birds with that coloring. When he meets the bird, Andrew/Morris is chuckling because Norman is wearing a jacket that happens to be the same color as the bird's and they look identical.

Just. Let Norman have a pet bird!

Also I have an AU where everyone is alive and in highschool. In that one, Watchful Eye Toys exists as a research company headed by Norman's parents and he is expected to take it over. (I wanted to ramble about this in the tags but I reached the tag limit so I am adding this back here as an extra bullet point.) He gives off heir to a big company and kind of sheltered vibes.

[mistersaturn123]

-IF I- UPDATE XVII-630-5

Click here and read along!! New page of IF I is up! Ani investigates the mysterious twisty tower in the distance...what will she find? Possibly her friend? Click the link and read along!

[abtoddler]

[newnevermind-sanity]

local dead wyrm still haunting the narrative even after Lord of Shades took over everything because his regrets are still large and in charge within the Dream realm more at 11

[stellarf0x]

An oc for my fic now has a name, Laika.

Their backstory will be relatively sad so I can’t wait to write it. It’s so exciting when what I’ve already come up with fits perfectly for it.

[modus-41]

COMING ATTRACTIONS: Jenny Cosmos, Maze of Infinity, Aurora Dreams

The Adventures of Jenny Cosmos In a universe where danger lurks around every corner, one young woman dares to defy the odds. Her name is Jenny Cosmos, junior assistant archivist at the Interstellar Archive on Mars. Armed with her wit, charm, and an unyielding spirit, she navigates a treacherous solar system filled with mysteries, threats, and untold wonders, preserving the wisdom of countless…

[sonic-au-collision]

SONIC AU COLLISION: WORLD MAP [VERSION 1]

(aka the Round 1 Bracket)

Welcome aboard as we travel across the multiverse in our very first AU Collision. (Disclaimer: No AUs were harmed in the colliding of these worlds /silly). I cannot thank you all enough for submitting an AU, spreading the world, and overall just joining in for the fun.

Reminder: The deadline for any changes to the image, description, etc. will be Friday, November 15, at 7 PM PST

Polls will be released on Sunday, November 17, at 5 AM PST

Each AU and their respective creators are listed below the cut. A closer look at the bracket will also be pictured below.

LEFT SIDE:

RECOIL by @transzsonix & @lazydayslivin VS Broken Illusions AU by @nb-hedgewolf

Neo Badnik Empire by @midnightbadnik VS Time Twins AU by @libelelle

Imposter Swap AU by @sonlc & @transgendermilesprower VS Delirium!AU by @hunniegl4zed

Sonic HSR AU by @fleetwaydarksonic VS Mechanical Error by @chipistotallysane

The Lost Descent by @novurxge VS Lost and Found by @midnightshard06

Sonic Re:Scale by @taffydragondraws VS Vampire AU by @kingprinceleo

Chuck's Pizzareia AU by @majesticn3wt VS Accidentally Organicized AU by @lunaledragonet

Sonic Murder Drones AU by @silvers-starrway & @cherbearsz VS The Unshakable Bond by @floxy-offical & @the-sky-queen

No Strings Attached by @nostringsattachedau VS Infested by @flightyalrighty

The Kelpie: A Folklore AU by @scrunglepaws VS Resurrected AU by @superscourge

Cyborg Cream AU by @averiesmiles VS Manufactured Malice AU by @pretzlforpresident

Silver's Parent AU by @fleetway1900 VS Light and Shadow by @sparksssss

Live & Learn AU by @head---ache VS Dadpio AU by @retrocandyfloss

Interstellar AU by @interstellar-au VS Hedgehog University by @hedgehog-university-au

Monsters vs Aliens by @weirdozjunkary VS The Legend of Blaze by @girlsonic

Corrupted AU by @wereh0gz VS Enchanted by @sparkles-rule-4eva

RIGHT SIDE:

Chilidog Vendor Adventures by @i-am-zeledoxus VS Crystal Eyes (Crystallize) AU by @nomx2chomp

Sonic Icebound by @sonic-wildfire VS Dark Boom by @teamxdark

SASS Fusion AU by @mstormcloud VS Sonic Ghost Hunters AU by @sharks3ye

Heart of Chaos by @hyper-cryptic VS Flowers In Bloom by @emioliravioli

Shadow Barbie AU by @curetapwater VS Descendants by @a-dream-journalist

Starry by @cometstarrysonic VS Turning Tides by @lightninghikaru

Bioswap by @finalshockdown VS Egghogs AU by @themetalvirus

Life Series AU by @karma-creations VS Fullmetal Alchemist AU by @halloweencatsart

Sonic Cowboy AU by @napstabl00k VS Triple Stars by @triple-starsss

Sol Sonic by @kittydoremi VS Three Moons AU by @eclipsed-jester

Sonic Freak Show by @estellardreams VS Slumbering Wage by @yu-melon

We Have The Sky by @niko-jpeg VS Black Arms Sonic Eclipse Version by @cattyanon

Sidekick Sonic AU by @raihanijulie VS Siren's Call AU by @hevs-dreamworld

Inkwell AU by @xx-disco-inferno-xx VS Robotnik Manor by @taylanix

Lacersha AU by @heirorage VS Sonic: The Bad Guys by @thefakehedgehogaroundhere & KitsunamiFennec

Whispering Flames by @askmistaketalesurgesans VS The Chaos Project by @starzdeath

ignore the random lines <3

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sum of All 14

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Steve Rogers

Part of the mob drabbles au

Summary: you are given an unexpected assignment.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Sleep doesn't hold out long. Despite your discomfort with Rogers' proximity and the furnace-like heat of his being, you sink into another thick slumber. Blame it on stress, or travel, or your bad habits, you can't resist the void of your subconscious.

In your head, the world ripples in dark waves. Like the depths of the ocean full of ominous shadows and wispy hues. Your eyes rolls back, flicking violently in the nonsensical images painted by your dreamworld.

A hand crawls up out of the thick blackness all around. The roughened fingertips send tendrils around you, chaining you up in a cold wash. It settles around your neck, tensing as if to feel its own strength over you.

It's as if you're submerged in water, floating just underneath the surface as the world is distorted in the flow. The bed posts loom over you, crooked and distended. the ceiling is an endless pit and the body next of you is a rumbling sandbag. It's a nightmare twisted in reality.

The hand shifts and moves to frame your chin. The thumb presses below your cheekbone then caresses. The barione drawl of your name makes you quiver. As you are pet by the ghostly touch, the tip of the looming wraith's nose nuzzles into your temple. Steamy breaths enshrine you in heavy paralysis.

Fingers wander down and trace your collarbone. They drift over your shoulders and down your arm, brushing back up your torso, slipping beneath the cool satin. It's all so real and yet the floating sensation in your head assures you otherwise.

The large hand covers one side of your chest and toys with your budding nipple. Your voice wafts out without your effort and your mind swirls into oblivion. You can see and hear nothing but the plucking in your core remains.

TIme trickles by as you hang in the limbo of your unconscious. When you wake, it is slow and dull. Your head feels hollow. You put your hand to your forehead and groan. With how much you've been fainting, you wonder if maybe you should speak with a professional.

The air prickles on your skin as a shiver rolls up your spine. You grumble and hug close the warmth flush against your front. You wiggle your head against the firm weight beneath you and flinch. Wait, this isn't your gentleman teddy bear with his bow tie and top hat. It's not soft enough and much too big.

Your eyes snap open and up. You lift your head in horror as you look up at Rogers. His cheek dimples as he watches you placidly. You quickly snap your arm against your chest as you drag it from across his. How did that happen?

His arm curls lightly around your back and his hand lingers right behind your bum as you push yourself up. You look down at him as something tickles your arm. You dip your chin as you tug the strap back over your shoulder, barely keeping the shirt from slumping below your chest.

Worse, the shorts are wedges between your cheeks, your naked skin so close to his hand that you feel the heat radiating onto you. Without thinking, you press onto his hand as you quickly evade him in embarrassment. He snorts.

"You kick in your sleep, you know that?" He says.

You turn your back to him and drop your legs over the edge, keeping as far from him as you can.

"I offered to go on the chaise," you say as you cradle your head, your brain spinning. "Oof, I need coffee."

"Relax, we got time," the bed shifts and you let out a surprised yelp as he tugs on the back of your shirt. "Don't go passing out on me already, sweetheart."

"Um…" you look over your shoulder. "I…" you squint. You blink as the murkiness of your sleep returns to you. You can't unravel the meaning of the foggy dreams. Or this man. 'Sweetheart?' "I'm fine."

"You don't look fine," he turns onto his side, the top of his briefs showing above the slack blankets. "How about I go hunt down that coffee and you just relax?"

"I should get dressed," you face the room again and stand, quickly tugging down the shorts. "Um, yeah."

You scurry away as you feel bed bounce. He calls your name as you flit into the bathroom and snap the door shut. Even if you said you wouldn't, you might just faint. This is all so strange. You're an accountant. You're here to count numbers so why are you waking up in his arms. His big burly arms…

And his big fists, flying down at bone and marrow, bashing that man into the pavement. The memory has you gripping the sink as you gulp. You can't forget who he is. Or what he is.

You blanch at your reflection and blink. How did you get into this? Well, it's not really your choice but…

Without a thought, you storm back out. Steve's on the edge of the bed. He stands as you rush out in a frantic search. You find your phone next to his. Strange. You swipe it up as he comes closer.

"Thought you were getting dressed--"

"I will, I have to make a phone call--"

"To who?" He asks.

"It's none of your business," you insist as you tiptoe around him.

"If you're working for me, it's my business," he insists as he reaches for you but you dodge him. "Hey, don't--"

"If you must know, I'm going to call my doctor, sir," you stop by the bathroom door and face him. "All this fainting is starting to make me worry."

He stops and growns at you, "you're worried?"

"Sure I am. You think I glitched out before I met you? I mean-- not that it's your fault. I only… better safe than sorry. So, sorry, uh, gotta go."

"You don't gotta--" he begins but you're behind the door again before he can stop you. You hear him hit the other side with his open hand as you flick the lock into place. "I'll make sure you're okay, you know that? You're on my dime, I take care of my people."

"On the phone," you chime back and retreat to the shower and close yourself in the booth.

You can request an appointment later. Right now, you have to make sure you're not stuck doing the dirty work. You dial out and wait for the line to pick up.

"Hansen, the fuck you calling so early?" You're put off by the answer. Oh, not a good start.

"Sir, um, it's me," you enunciate your name. "I know I missed my first day and I'm sorry but something came up--"

"You!" He snarls. "Why'd you fuck me over?"

"Wait, wait, don't hang up," you plead, "promise, it was out of my control. I just… my landlord messed me around and now I have to deal with all this and I'm sorry. Do you think I could still take the position, er, like next week?"

He sighs and clucks. "Why the fuck would I do that?"

"I thought… I'm a good fit. The interview--"

"You didn't fucking show, toots."

"I know, but… I swear--"

"I don't give second chances."

He hangs up. You cringe and push your head back and sigh. Great. Now what? Even when you finish this job, you got nothing. You can't go back to your apartment and you don't know if you'll have a second month's rent for the one waiting for you. You could always ask Pete to give you your old job back.

You lower your phone and let yourself out of the shower. Your eyes narrow and you look around as your cheeks tug. Your fear gives way to something more vibrant. Anger. It's all his fault.

You take your time picking an outfit from the bags of clothes. Why are they all so… tight? You pull on the cream blouse and the matching skirt. Pretty but you're not a fan of light colours, you are much too clumsy for that.

When you finally emerge, Rogers is pacing. You don't acknowledge him as you find your purse and shuffle through it. He clears his throat.

"You okay?"

You shrug and don't answer him.

"What'd the doctor say?"

You shrug again.

"Something's wrong."

You face him and scowl. You nod. Then, without an ounce of caution or thought, you show him your palm and point at it. Talk to the hand!

You swipe up your purse and charge towards the door. You have no idea where you're going but you need space or you'll do something you'll regret. Something he'll make you regret.

[egophiliac]

Did. Did you see Ortho's Broomquet preview? The fact that his broomquet is mostly white like Kalim's, Rook's and Silver's and that we know by now that Idia's ideal dreamworld involved OG!Ortho being still alive and a student at Royal Sword Academy is killing me. Twst is throwing hints left and right that OG!Ortho was meant to be a light magic user heroic character just to tug further at our heartstrings with his death and IT'S WORKING. I'M IN SHAMBLES.

as much as I am rolling around on the ground waiting for more of Silver and Sebek's Excellent Adventure, I am also SO desperate to see the resolution of Idia's dreamworld and, fingers crossed, more of dream!OG!Ortho. and I don't know how it would be physically possible, but I would LOVE the Orthos to actually meet somehow! bonus points if there's some kind of very confusing confrontation!

but I do really like the three-way contrast between OG!Ortho, what Idia thinks OG!Ortho would have been like, and humanoid!Ortho. especially since Ortho's post-episode 6 arc is all about becoming independent and his own person! I want to see more of it! and I can't really put it into words very well, but, like, I would LOVE this to be the resolution where Idia finally manages to come to terms with OG!Ortho's death -- man heard "niichan" once and immediately ran down a billion flights of stairs to throw himself into Metaphorical Hell, he needs something big like this.

(if the September schedule comes out and there's still no more main story, I am going to be DESPONDENT) (I mean I will be understanding because production takes time, no one should be subjected to crunch to meet arbitrary deadlines, a good product that takes longer >>> a rushed product that is out sooner) (but I shall also be despondent)

[beautification-tales]

The Wardrobe

A caption story

Samara, a young and adventurous woman, found herself at her rich aunt's mansion, which sat atop a hill overlooking the town. The air was crisp and clean, carrying with it the faint scent of lavender from the gardens below. She had been invited to stay for a few weeks while her aunt was away on business, and as she wandered through the spacious halls and sprawling rooms, she couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and anticipation.

The main attraction, however, was her aunt's wardrobe. It was like stepping into a dreamworld, a cacophony of colors, textures, and fabrics. Dresses and suits of every style and size hung from racks and lay folded neatly on beds, their tags still attached. In contrast to her own plain tomboy clothes, these garments seemed to glow with an otherworldly light, beckoning her closer.

Samara's eyes were drawn to a pair of stockings that practically glowed against the dark wood of a dresser. They were the most delicate shade of lavender, bordered with the faintest silver thread. She'd never seen anything so beautiful in her life. She reached out tentatively, feeling the soft silk between her fingers. It was like touching a cloud, a sensation she'd never experienced before.

"Go on," a voice said, startling her. She whirled around, heart pounding. There was no one there. But the voice seemed to come from somewhere nearby. "Try them on," it whispered. "You know you want to."

Curiosity getting the better of her, Samara found herself reaching out to touch the stockings once more. This time, she took them off the dresser and held them up to her face, inhaling their delicate lavender scent. She kicked her sneakers off then slid her jeans off. She was in a trance, mesmerized by the silky texture of the stockings as she rolled them up her legs, feeling them caress her skin. When she reached her upper thigh, she paused, taking a deep breath and steeling herself.

"It feels good doesn’t it?” the voice encouraged. "Put on the dress and necklace too." Samara felt so good obeying the voice. The stockings made her legs look amazing. She quickly took her shirt off and slipped the dress on. She felt the soft material on her body as it hugged every curve. She didn’t know how good she could look. “Yes, doesn’t it feel good?” the voice purred. Makeup appeared on her face as her hair glowed. The stockings were improving her as she felt her breasts perk up. The flat ass that she once knew became a tight round peach that hugged her dress. Her fingernails and toenails received polish. Gone was the extreme sports tomboy. She now looked an influencer princess. She took the necklace and put it on, feeling the cool metal against her warm skin. She felt a shock reverberate through her body as she collapsed to the floor.

Her eyes fluttered as she licked her lips. “Mmm that felt so good.” She moaned as she sat up. She looked at herself in the mirror and gasped. The dress was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. It hugged her curves in all the right places, making her look like a goddess. The stockings only added to the effect, making her legs look impossibly long and delicate. She found a pair of silver heels that made the outfit look perfect.

As she walked around the room, she felt a new sense of confidence and sensuality flow through her. The voice had been right. She did feel good. Better than good. She felt powerful and desirable. She couldn't help but wonder who or what was behind the voice. It seemed to know exactly what she wanted and needed.

Samara now understood why her aunt was rich and powerful. The clarity she received made her smile as she was ready to go out and conquer.

“Beauty is power.”

[theaceace]

Ok so when Rose gives the heart back to unity once more rendering her the vortex and then she dies in her sleep, something goes wrong (either because Desire set a sneaky trap or because it's close enough to breaking the rules of Endless not hurting family) that there's an explosive reaction, and when the chaos dies down Rose is still in the dreaming even though that definitely should have woken her up and Dream is nowhere to be found

Now Rose is stuck in the dreaming, and after a quick five minutes of panicking, comes to the conclusion with Lucienne and Unity that she'll have to track Dream down and get him to fix this. Lucienne needs to return to the palace to keep the dreaming running smoothly, Unity despite seeming chill about it has just DIED and also has never actually used any of her vortex powers the way Rose has and I'm basically just handwaving the fact that Rose is going to have to search for Dream on her own

Or not entirely on her own! Matthew is there, because every young woman embarking on a solo adventure needs a sassy talking animal sidekick, them's the rules

So Rose and Matthew set out on a trek through the dreaming, and this is the point where I could get wildly creative if I had the brainpower, and come up with fantastical dreamworlds

Because this is an AU and I say that being the descendent of an Endless should have some perks, Rose can still travel between dreams, she just can't affect them/the waking world or bring down the walls between dreams the way she could before. She's more akin to Matthew or Lucienne than a vortex, despite being human and aliveSo they spend a while chasing dead ends and leads that go nowhere until they wind up in some dream set in a pretty normal pub, and in true dreamlogic fashion there are people in clothes that come from a mishmash of the last 7 centuries, eating by rushlight while on their phones. But! Rose looks over and there's Dream! Amazing, they found him!

Matthew's like uhhhhh, I've spent a lotta time with the bossman, Rose, I'm not so sure that's - but it's too late she's already marching over

Meanwhile, Hob has been having a really nice dream in which his Stranger enjoys his company and didn't stand him up and doesn't wander off to 'inspire' any upstart playwrights and smiles at him like he did when they finally met up again a couple of weeks ago or whenever it was. He really wasn't expecting it to be interrupted by a girl rushing over to grab his Stranger's shoulder all excited about how we've found you Dream we were so worried are you ok???

And look. Hob is pretty used to rolling with the punches. After seven hundred years on planet earth, you gotta be. But this is, he hates to say, a pretty fucking weird turn for his dream to take usually it turns more toward his Stranger bending him over the table ahem

Also there's a talking bird. Why not

Rose has now realised that this Dream is not, in fact, the real Dream. BUT that means this guy must know Dream! Maybe he can help out? And Matthew is like wait, wait a second. You. YOU'RE the guy the boss went all starry-eyed (literally) over???

Hob reckons uuuuuhhhhh probably not? Took him seven hundred years to admit they're friends, and Matthew is like holy shit that hussy

Anyway I want Rose Hob and Matthew to go on a roadtrip adventure to save Dream is what I'm getting at. I was to continue the glorious tradition of Hob learning things about his friend (😍) thanks to other people and not from his friend himself (😭). I want Hob to play accidental therapist to Rose like he does to his students. I want Matthew to mock him mercilessly. I want Hob to sometimes be an asshole. I want them to BOND

And I want them to make it to the house of secrets and the house of mysteries where Hob is forcibly reminded that he was raised a Catholic medieval peasant when he sits down for tea with Cain and Abel (who think that Gadling would be an excellent name for a gargoyle if Morpheus ever makes another).

I want Abel to offhandedly mention something unspeakably horrible in the basement, but when Rose opens that door it just leads into a big fancy hallway? They go through anyway, and something feels different about this dream. Matthew is all 'I got a bad feeling about this' because Patton Oswalt loves Star wars and I think it's funny. Maybe they see a stuffed raven with a white breast in a room of taxidermied animals

So they keep looking, and eventually Hob finds a door leading to a basement, cracks a silly joke about finding something unspeakably horrible down there to cover up the fact that he's actually fucking terrified (he's come to accept that this is not a dream in the traditional sense, although it took way longer than it should have), and heads down the staircase

(It's the snow globe)

And here I start to run out of momentum a bit but like. I think Hob Rose and Matthew deserve to come together to roast the shit out of Dream while Lucienne tracks their progress from the library with Unity and Merv, who are also roasting the shit out of Dream, and all roasting comes to an abrupt and choked end when they get to the basement

Maybe Dream has been reduced to a cloud of swirling black sand in the orb, or maybe he looks almost exactly as he did in reality, maybe the Dream Team have to get him out but in order for that to happen he has to allow them to help, or maybe he needs to free himself because something something it's a metaphor idk. Maybe Dream, in whatever state he's in, panics at the sight of his bae friend, his raven, and his niece all outside the glass just like Jessamy was. Maybe he tries to throw them all out of the dream, but he's weakened himself as though he really were trapped in the circle again, and Rose is able to stand her ground against him.

And idk I don't really have an ending beyond 'Dream gets out and everyone is OK and also Rose and Hob end up being exasperated penpals over Dream's... Dream-ness.

[arocrowacelaced]

I don't know why, but tonight when i fall asleep i hope to be transported to a dreamworld where i may find myself in camp cretaceous, and find myself in that exact reality every time i fall back asleep.

I want to have adventures with the nubla six. I want to go on the windy roads. hear ben yell about his mother's note about windy roads. I want to be there when the compy jumps on Darius. I want to experience Darius's dino-nerding, kenji's rich white boy-ness, and brooklynn being sassy, as well as Roxy just being an absolute mom to them in this dinosaur themepark.

[cool-us3r]

what if. WTDW and Inscryption AU

This will contain spoilers forrr WELCOME TO DREAMWORLD and INSCRYPTION. So. Read at your discretion.

Ok so this is. A late night thing I think. BUT. I have an idea.

TheLuckyCarder/Luke Carder-Wiatt: Obvious pick. Camera toting protagonists, adventurous spirit (for lack of a better term), and a curiosity that is capable of doing the cat in (which happens in LC’s case. ha). They both are driven by strong desires to solve their respective mysteries.

Leshy-Sara: Secondary antagonist, meant to be seen like a threat. Which, they are, but there are things beyond their control at play here. They may think they have the advantage but they do not. They are mere scapegoats.

Grimora-Damian: This is. More of a stretch I believe. Mainly because they both have connections to souls, spirits and the like.

Magnificus-unsure: I really have no idea

P03-Winnie: A more faithful companion to the beginning of the end. P03 with The Great Transcendence, and Winnie with the merging of the spirit and human realms. Plus, they both have an insatiable snark.

Kaycee Hobbes-Alison: Alison, much like Kaycee, was roped into all of this against their wills, either by way of family matters or data just latching itself onto a disk. Though it’s unconfirmed how Alison died (and unlike Kaycee, probably definitely NOT an accident), I think there are parallels here that can be explored.

OLD_DATA-Litho: Latches itself onto things. At first seems positive, but later reveals itself to be detrimental to life itself. Also, failed to be contained.

ouuu so seepy but The Creatures (Welcome to Dreamworld and Inscryption double hyperfixation attack) got to me before the fatigue… someone plea se understand my ramblings

Edit: TO CLARIFY!!! This is if WTDW characters took the place of Inscryption ones, not vice versa. Ouuuuu aaaahh I’m going to be thinking about this idea for a while probably