#the author truly had me at ''soulmate MCs'' 👀

[anxietytwist]

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐊𝐞𝐥𝐥

ʀᴀᴄᴇ: Half-Wildfolk ᴀɢᴇ: 𝟷𝟾 ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 𝟼'𝟷" ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Trans Woman (She/Her) ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Demiromantic Heterosexual ❤︎𝐌𝐲𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞

MC1 notes:

Her bestfriend is 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐰 is generally pretty quiet but will speak up if she deems it necessary (often in defence of others...but rarely herself)

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𝐌𝐲𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚-𝐀𝐬𝐡

ʀᴀᴄᴇ: Deerfolk ᴀɢᴇ: 𝟷𝟾 ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 𝟻'𝟾" ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Trans Man (He/Him) ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Biromantic Ace ❤︎𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐰

MC2 notes:

His bestfriend is 𝐏𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝐌𝐲𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞 truly wishes he had a better relationship with Oleander, but at this point in his life has mostly given up on it ever improving

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Relationship Notes:

𝐌𝐲𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞 fell for 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝟷ˢᵗ but waited until they had joined the rebellion to say anything (since it was safer that way)

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐰, being demiromantic, only recently developed romantic feelings for 𝐌𝐲𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞 (though she did think he was attractive upon their very 𝟷ˢᵗ meeting)

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐰 wishes that she could have “properly” courted 𝐌𝐲𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞, but given their circumstances, she's accepted it is most likely impossible...

After the 𝟷ˢᵗ time they slept together “for warmth”, both find it hard to sleep comfortably without the other resting beside them

𝐌𝐲𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞 is the extrovert to 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐰'𝐬 introvert (very much a “she asked for no pickles”-esque dynamic)

Once dating, 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐰 can often be seen standing behind 𝐌𝐲𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞 with her arms around his shoulders & her chin resting on his head (she's very touchy once they're together)

When he's happy, 𝐌𝐲𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞'𝐬 tail wiggles (this always occurs upon seeing 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐰, which she finds adorable)

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𝐼𝐹: @specterwrites

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Picrew used:

[macabre-mangled]

angsty morpheus not knowing what to do with himself and suffering greatly because his soulmate (the MC) is back in the dreaming and doesn’t know where he is 👀👌🏽

Oui mon Cherie

A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes

Morpheus/Dream x reader

Warnings: canon typical violence and innuendos, nightmares, mention of Corinthian

Summary: Morpheus is in the waking while his lover is in the dreaming

A/N: I’m not much for angst so I’m sorry if it’s not great

I have been stuck in the dreaming for awhile . Unable to find my boyfriend. Or as he prefers me to call him; my beloved. I guess if you live for millennia you’re prone to being more proper. Due to me trying to find my boyfriend after he just returned home Ik in the dreaming. I figured he’d be here but apparently he’s not home. My heart aches. I’m a mere mortal but he’s my vice. My love unyielding. He knows this. I can’t bare without him any longer but it seems I must.

A week. A goddamn week. That’s how long it’s been. I’m barely holding on despite Lucienne’s nest efforts. Bless her. “You need to eat, you’re mortal. You need it to function.” Said woman laments. “Yeah I know but-“ I didn’t get to finish my sentence before lucienne shoved bread in my mouth . “Stubborn human.” I could hear her mumble. Morpheus was my reason to keep going she must understand that. It’s not like he’s dead since he can’t really die. It’s the premise of him being away. She’s right though. I gotta get up.

I step into the shower letting the stream of hot water hit my body. I sigh in relief. I forgot how good it feels to be clean. It unfortunately doesn’t stop the scorching ache in my heart. The pain slowly prying into it every waking moment. Well maybe waking wasn’t the right word. That’s where he is. We’d been together a month after he escaped from his prison and then he places me here in the palace for my own “safety”. As if I haven’t been living in the waking for years. I’m used to it’s nightmares unfortunately. He knows what I’ve been through. Sometimes humans are the true nightmares. Corinthian does creep me out a bit though. I shudder thinking about his eyes. If you could call them that.

As I step out of the shower I hear what seems to be hushed voices. Your words echo here. It’s hard not to hear someone’s conversation. I suppose it’s a good thing. Well for most things…I step forward towards the library where I intend to pass time by reading. Upon my arrival I pick up one of my favorites. I’m surprised dream has any human authors but I suppose the Odyssey is a classic everywhere. It does take the metaphorical edge off. Myths aren’t necessarily myths as I’ve come to find out. It gets my gears turning. I spot Merv heading into the library out of the corner of my eye. “Oh! Done wallowing?” His tone had an edge to it I’ve come to recognize as tough love. “Yes Merv, at least for now”

I seemed to lose track of time reading because before long lucienne bursts in. “YOUR HIGHNESS IS BACK.” I shot up from my seat and dashed down the hall. As soon as o reached the throne room I was met with a firm chest pulling me in closer. I immediately knew it was Morpheus but his intake of breath and the nuzzling into my neck. Sometimes I truly think his tendencies are like a territorial Tom cat. I’m not complaining though. He practically purred as he almost scented me. “I missed you so much my darling. You have no idea. I almost exploded.” He whispered, his tone wavering at the end, his emotions betraying him. “Look at me, the lord of dreams breaking down for a mere mortal.” He chuckled. I just leaned more into his touch and caressed my cheeks. “I’d move the stars for you my love. Only you.” And I knew he meant it.