#thenightmarerealms

[runawayagent]

A Line Back to Dreams

@thenightmarerealms

Weeks had passed since Char’s second meeting with Dream of the Endless. Like she had predicted, his words had plagued her, and the memories that had been dug up took ages to leave her. She had been a complete mess, and the added mess of the tsunami caused by her actions and the deaths that had resulted from it weighed heavily on her mind. There was only so much she could do to fix that particular problem, but there were other problems that she could fix, if she tried hard enough.

Barbara didn’t want to speak to Char anymore, and Char was going to respect that wish. She would never force her presence onto anyone, but it was her fault her friend couldn’t dream anymore. It had become clear to Char that this injury would never heal on its own, and decided to find a way to connect her friend back to the Dreaming.

After weeks of research, Char was finally confident that she had found a way to connect her friend to her dreams once more. She wasn’t going to pull down the moon again; once was enough, and she had learned her lesson. So, instead, she performed a spell that would connect her mind with Barbara’s, and after brewing a strong potion that would induce the deep sleep needed to lucid dream, Char slipped into the strange void that was Barbara’s dreamless sleep.

This had to work. There were so many things Char had done over the centuries that caused so much strife and death, and she would never be able to fix those situations. But she could fix her friend; she had to fix her friend. If only she could reach through the barrier separating Barbara from the dreaming, she could pull her friend through, and then leave her to her sweet dreams for the rest of her life. And then, she’d leave her friend be forever, and slip into that isolation Lord Morpheus had cruelly told her would do her some good.

[chosenbythecrystal]

@thenightmarerealms​ continued from here.

All Noctis was aware of was how unbearably cold he was. His clothes were soaked through and strained with blood, but the pain had long since faded, numbed by the bitter cold. Everything else was like white noise, his mind too foggy to focus on it.

He'd been on his way home from college when the thugs had descended on him. They'd roughed him up pretty badly, taking his wallet before fleeing the scene, leaving him battered and bleeding in the alley. There had been a knife, a sharp pain in his side, and then they were shouting at each other. Panic. Then they were gone and all he could hear was the downpour of rain and his own ragged breaths.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been there, but it was getting harder and harder to stay awake. He'd tried to stand a few times, but he just didn't have the strength. Each time he fell back down, more and more tiredness crept in. He just wanted to go to sleep.

Would he wake up if he did?

His eyelids grew heavy and he felt himself drifting off until the rain stopped. He'd grown so used to its unrelenting cruelty that he was jolted back to some degree of consciousness by its disappearance. 

"Hmn...?"

[evcryopeneye]

@exastrisad​​ / @thenightmarerealms​​ asked: Whisper!

Feng Wu took a large bite out of the candy coated fruit, hummed to herself and yet managed to withhold the little dance she wanted to do. The Phoenix clearly wasn’t exactly in the mood to get to her point quickly either, she knew it was annoying but frankly, she actually didn’t care all that much. “These are my favourite, you want some?” she mused, quite happily munching away as if she had not a care in the universe. Reality was a little different. “A’Yuan used to make them.” Her husband may have been gone a couple of hundred years, but she supposed his presence was still felt in small ways.

“You know, when I was younger I thought humanity was just kinda, boring.” She hadn’t much concerned herself with them, they had fire, they had the ability to make fire, had began to harness it for their own good. What was the point of her? “Now its like, what other group would think of taking something like a fruit and covering in it more sugar, it’s inspired.” If you gave them enough time, they were pretty capable of proving themselves. “Sure, they’re also really annoying, I wish they would stop blaming me for fires though, not my fault they let a bunch of companies put rotting power lines through forests full of dried plants ready to explode at the slightest spark.” That one really annoyed her.

“I’m a god of fire, not a god of arson, shesh.” A roll of her eyes.

[adventures-written]

Lucifer poured them both a generous glass of whiskey, sliding one over to Morpheus. He took a drink from his own, keen eyes watching the man as he took in anything he had to say. If it was a matter involving his establishment, then of course it was something Lucifer was concerned about. He did not enjoy any who invaded what was his. Destroying what he had built was off limits, for anyone, and that most certainly included nightmares.

"And let me take a wild guess, his calling card is eyes -- or lack there of?"

There was clear anger in his words, though it was not entirely directed at Dream. Mostly the situation at hand. "I take it that this...Nightmare of yours went out of control while you were...indisposed?" He almost wondered why a sibling hadn't aided the man, but he knew better than anyone that not all siblings were on your side.

"Do you know where your nightmare is now? If he's still in this area?"

adventures-written​:

Lucifer was listening, even as he spoke to those that had approached. Whispers of deals here, a compliment there. He was quite amused at the discomfort the Dream King seemed to be displaying. The way he seemed to recoil from the crowds was all too amusing. For a King that focused on the dreams of others, he did not seem to take pleasure in humanity.

Though, he supposed that would be partially the fault of the one who locked him away for just over a hundred years. Poor thing.

“You don’t care for my company?” He asked with a hint of playfulness, but he did comply with his request. After all, it was that nightmare that he had issues with as well. Looking back to the crowds, his voice boomed once again. “I apologize everyone! I will return after some much needed business is taken care of!” With that announcement, he gave a wave to the crowds before Lucifer took a step back up the stairs and turned, heading back up the way he had just come from. He was expecting Morpheus to follow him.

Lucifer led him into an elevator, welcoming the Dream King to his penthouse suite above the club. The music was drowned out, barely audible in his suite. The place was lavishly furnished, and there were no crowds or unexpected guests. “Can I temp you with anything to drink?” Luci asked as he made a beeline for his personal bar, drawing out a cannister of whiskey and pouring himself a glass, “You do drink, don’t you?”

Dream followed close behind as Lucifer led the way to the penthouse, trying his best not to balk at the attention that they were getting. “I have no desire to divulge matters concerning my realm in front of mortals,” he said.

He was grateful when they stepped out into the large suite, appreciating it for the quiet if not necessarily its design. His brows drew together as the lord of hell offered him a mortal libation, wanting to decline but remembering that it would be best to seem agreeable for now.

“As you will,” Dream said. “I will have whatever you are having.” He paused, then added: “Thank you.”

He stepped towards the bar, his hands folded neatly in front of himself. He studied Lucifer’s features and tried to determine if the genial disposition was an act, or if he was genuinely open to hearing out Dream’s supplication.

He looked thoughtfully at the cannister of whiskey that Lucifer held, and decided that he would have to be honest. “The nightmare I was speaking of,” he said. “He is dangerous. I believe he has been using your establishment as his hunting grounds, and I am here to unmake him.”

The last was added with a touch of grudging admittance: “I will need to find him, before I can do so.”

[dirandastudios]

Website updates

Diranda's main sites are located on Blogspot at the below address:

I am also working on Gravity Falls AU related sites as well as updating my current site for A Trusted Friend in Science. Please feel free to visit the site while the updates are being done. I should have an index for all of Dirandanet's informational sites up soon.

[exastrisad]

Welcome to @exastrisad, my main blog. I do not post on this blog, but I follow and like with it. All of my current active Tumblrs are sub-blogs of this, and can be found below:

@calculatingthestars - my fic and art (archived) @pillarpair - my all-fandom blog (archived)

RP Tumblrs: @ourheartsbeatas1 Jace Herondale from Shadowhunters (inactive) @thenightmarerealms  Dream of the Endless, The Corinthian from The Sandman (inactive)

---

I abide by the Three Laws of Fandom, and expect my followers to do the same. All ships, potential triggers, etc. are tagged. Please filter/blacklist according to your interests. 

Users who send hate for ships will be immediately blocked. I multi-ship, and do not care for ship wars and/or purists. Let’s be civilized, please.

[jamila2021]

nightmare realm - Teil 6

https://instagram.com/thenightmarerealm?utm_medium=copy_link

Einmal hat eine Gestalt uns voneinander trennen wollen. Er meinte, die Lehrerin müsse bleiben und wir könnten weitergehen, doch ich meinte, wir würden bleiben. Denn wir hätten einen Pakt geschlossen, dass wenn einer stirbt, alle sterben würden und wir zusammenhalten würden. Das war sehr amüsant, denn damit hatte die Figur nicht gerechnet. Sein verwirrter Blick war unbezahlbar. Also hat er uns weiterziehen lassen.

Ein andermal wurden wir einen Raum gebracht, dessen Tür sich schloss und die Gestalt, die mit uns im Raum war, hat eine Beschwörung gemacht. Dann mitten in der Beschwörung ging das Licht aus und als es wieder anging, hockte plötzlich eine fremde Gestalt auf dem Tisch, die nur etwa 20 cm von unseren Gesichtern entfernt war. Das war jedoch schon im dritten Haus und ich würde behaupten, dass wir bereits mit allen Wassern gewaschen waren, denn obwohl das Auftreten theoretisch angsteinflößend war und es unglaubkich plötzlich kam, hat keiner von uns mit der Wimper geguckt.

Die Gängen zwischen den Räumen waren manchmal sehr dunkel und eng oder dunkel und niedrig, weshalb wir sogar einmal krabbeln mussten. Jede Figur, die uns erschreckt hat oder es versucht hat (kommt auf die Person an, die man jetzt von uns dreien fragen würde) hat uns danach ein Stück verfolgt. Das war zwar schon unheimlich, aber da ich einfach aufgehört habe, zurückzuschauen, hat das gepasst.

[adiamondsrae]

Happy New Year ✨🖤✨🥂🎆🥰😘🤩🖤✨ CreepSKWAD/Horror Family! Love you guys so much ! Thank you for helping me to continue to create a beautiful & strong Horror community in the bonds we have together that has developed in these last 2 years . As we go forward I’m excited to continue to create for and with you all my beloved, amazing, badass, talented & genuine CreepSKWAD/Horror Family ! Thank you for helping me get to 1,000 + followers ! Making this Black Girl’s magical dreams and goals come true but only together can I make them all come to fruition ✨🖤✨ I’m so grateful to you all ! I love our genuine bonds we all share here on @blackgirlslovehorrortoo & love making you guys laugh and enjoy the content on here @blackgirlslovehorrortoo ✨🖤✨ I want us all to succeed & conquer abundantly in 2021 whatever it is you can achieve all your dreams and goals ! It’s in you & you are destined for it ALLL ✨🖤✨ In the year 2021 SO MUCH MORE is to come and to share with you guys ✨🖤✨ LOVE YALL ! Happy New Year ✨🖤🍾🎉🎆🥂💯🙏🏽✨ be safe & stay healthy! Thank you & I’m grateful we got through this year together ✨🖤✨🥂🙏🏽🎆🎊🎉🍾✨ shoutout to @guardian.wagner @walterdoom @meaganzworld @sarataries @gerettageretta @markoestes @funwithhorror @blackwomenarescary @blackhorroricons @doghairinc @joysofhorror @sl_mcgee_author @dariusfrye1 @nettythebakingbetty @kinga.the.hill @watershitdown @giulianamera @thetaylorgallagher_ @shop.bathomet @sylvesterbarzey @classichorrorshop @caver83 @the.horror.nerd @jaydedhorror @platinumproceeds @thenightmarerealm nightmarerealm ✨🖤✨ https://www.instagram.com/p/CJf4-4bFCcT/?igshid=1cs0niggh9wv9

[eyeless-smiles]

Blood seeps down the Nightmares golden cheek. Much like a mortals tear, but this blood is not his own. It is simply the gruesome viscera of his latest meal. And what a meal it is.

The Waking World has such an addictive quality to it. Smells are stronger, Sounds are sharper. Tastes are more real. And the Corinthian has discovered, that human eyes taste so much better here than they do in the Dreaming.

So lost is he in the delectable meal he has found for himself, that he is unaware of an approaching figure until their footsteps resound off of the gravel crushed beneath them. The Nightmare jerks around with his bloody blade gripped tightly. His other hand releasing the tight grip he had held on his victims collar, resulting in their body slumping to the ground.

Corinthian's immediate, aggressive stance all but melts into one of rigid fear, when he sees who has made themselves known to him.

"My Lord..."

Slowly, the Corinthian stands to face his Creator. Lowering his knife to rest readily at his side. Swirling tinges of self doubt begin to eat at his conscience when Dream speaks. Very clearly thrown off by the scolding. It was his belief that Morpheus would find approval in his decision to take his talents to the waking world. For his Major Arcana to show initiative and take his mirroring of humanity one step further.

"Isn't this why you created me?"

"Here in the waking world, we're unstoppable. There is nothing preventing us, from taking whoever- whatever we want." The Nightmare gestures to the dead man laying at his feet. A confident smile revealing pearly white teeth.

Wayward Nightmare

@eyeless-smiles

It was freezing when Dream stepped into the waking world, the cold night air turning breath to steam. He could see his nightmare moving, silhouetted in the headlights of an automobile up ahead.

There was a body on the ground, and Dream did not have to stretch his imagination to guess that it was the Corinthian's latest victim. He had become aware of his creation cutting a bloody swathe across America from the dreams of panicked witnesses, nightmares that were not haunted by the Corinthian himself, but rather of memories of his crimes in the waking world.

Morpheus had created him to be humanity's dark mirror, but he had never intended him to walk the waking world. He did not belong here, and Dream intended to bring him home.

Purposely, he allowed his normally soundless tread to be heard, his boots crunching on the street. He had considered wearing his helm, but his subjects well knew the implication of its presence. He wore it to war, and Dream did not wish to start one with his masterpiece.

"Corinthian," Dream said, his brows furrowed. "My creations stay in the Dreaming. They do not walk amongst the living, killing mortals for pleasure."

Disappointment clouded his features as he gazed at the scene before him. "Why have you done this?"

[chosenbythecrystal]

@thenightmarerealms

Born to King Regis Lucis Caelum and his late wife Aulea, Noctis was always going to be a target. With nations at war, killing the heir to the throne would be almost as devastating a blow as killing the King. To Regis himself, of course, it would be so much worse.

The daemon attack had been too precise to have been random. It had known precisely which car in the convoy to target and had killed everyone in its path to the young Prince. A slice of a blade to his lower back and the boy was sent sprawling to the ground in a pool of blood.

Not all of it was his.

Just as the monster was about to finish the job, it let out a roar of pain and staggered backwards. The last thing Noctis saw before passing out was his father in all his glory, pushing it back with everything he had. It hadn't been enough to keep his son from slipping into an unwaking sleep though.

The boy awoke with a start, panic coursing through his body as he clumsily scooted backwards. There was no monster though. His father was nowhere to be seen and it was much darker than before. There were trees, lots of them. It was...spooky.

"Huh...where am I...Dad? "

[chosenbythecrystal]

@thenightmarerealms​ continued from here.

He would be lying if he said the Corinthian didn't intrigue him. They were polar opposites. They were like night and day. They were created to be different so it was only natural that he would be curious.

"I wasn't created to be perfect." He told him with a slight frown. "Humanity isn't perfect so we can't be either. You or me."

That was what they were, after all. A reflection of humanity, the good and the bad. They were what their Lord created them to be.

"Without Lord Morpheus, the Dreaming is crumbling. Most of his creations have already left. I admit that I originally came here to look for him but...after finding no trace, I decided to stick around."

[chosenbythecrystal]

@thenightmarerealms​ continued from here.

Noctis let out a nervous laugh at that, cheeks heating up the slightest bit. Is that what the other dreams and nightmares called him? Or was the Corinthian just bitter? Perhaps that was why Dream hadn't made an active attempt to introduce them like he had with Lucienne and some of the others.

"New dream." He corrected, though a part of him rather liked being referred to as the boyfriend. "Former human and vortex, but you can just call me Noctis."

He glanced at the book for a moment before shifting his gaze to the the vast ocean. He shook his head. "He didn't send me. I just come here sometimes. It's weird, but I quite like it here. I didn't mean to intrude though. I can go if you'd prefer not to have company."

[chosenbythecrystal]

@thenightmarerealms continued from here.

"Would you rather I kill humans for sport like your dear Corinthian?" He asked before he could stop himself, his attitude coming out unchecked. He stared at the screen a moment longer, just enough to see the dreaded game over.

"Damnit." He muttered under his breath as he set the controller down on the coffee table. It was at that point he finally looked up at his creator and a small sense of sheepishness came over him.

"I didn't abandon anything, my Lord. When you didn't come back, I came here to look for you. I looked for you for a long time." He hoped that Lucienne had at least told him that much. "I couldn't find anything and without you there to maintain it, the Dreaming started to fall apart. Without you there, I had no function."

He let out a soft sigh. He knew he should have gone back earlier but he'd wanted Dream to feel his absence. He wanted him to come for him himself.

"After so many years, I thought you were gone for good. I thought you abandoned me– us." He quickly corrected himself. His voice dropping to little more than a whisper, he continued. "So what happens now? Are you going to punish me? Unmake me?"

[evyana-snowfall]

It was finally time. In the opinion of the white-haired demon, it took way longer than she had wanted. The man that had summoned her had been stretching her time too much. Irritation bubbled in her chest, almost ready to explode out of her. Still, somehow she kept her annoyance in. Her pet -Envy- also had kept her calm enough to keep it bottled in until the time was right. Luckily, today was the day to unleash it. The room itself was relatively quiet, not something the woman was used to. The tenant was instead a loud-mouthed human. So unusual that almost no noise was made. Keeping her footsteps silent, Evyana softly opened the door. The dog-like creature slipped between her legs to enter the room before her, protective as ever. The stench of copper filled her nose, breathing it in. Blood wasn't her forte, really; their life force, on the other hand, was the thing just for her. With pulled eyebrow, the woman watched the back of an intruder - not that she cared- and her contractor dead at his feet. Just great. Evyana sighed, vexed through her nose. Attempting and failing just a tad to keep her temper in check. The creature beside her was somewhat restless from it, yet not moving to attack. No, that would have been more Wrath his specialty. When the blonde finally did turn, the woman had to keep her face neutral while being weirded out. He had no eyes but teeth instead. That was not something Evyana would expect to happen on a typical day. "The sinners scream and shout" Mumbled the woman. Mismatched eyes stared him right on, studying him. "That was supposed to be my meal for today." The frown deepened. It was even hard to keep herself from pouting about it! All that work had been for nothing. "And you just had to ruin it."

“ the  sinners  scream  and  shout. ” for Cori <3

The young man in the Corinthian's arms breathed his last, and the nightmare dropped his body to the motel floor with a sigh. They never lasted very long, in the waking world. But somehow this realm also made their blood taste so much sweeter.

The man's eyes, perfectly extracted and still intact, were on the desk beside him.

"Always gotta save the best for last," the nightmare mused, even as he pushed the little spheres between two sets of teeth.

Blood dripped to the floor as his eyes chewed them up, blood running down his cheeks like tears. He was so intent in his pleasure that he didn't turn when he heard a soft noise behind him, only stopping when the last of the eyes were gone.

He turned then, a slow smile spreading across his features. "Well, well, well," he said. "What do we have here?"

[chosenbythecrystal]

thenightmarerealms​:

“Yeah?” the Corinthian said, pouting. “You ever tried taking an eyeball out with your thumb?” Lord Morpheus could be such a pain.

He nodded absently when Noctis told him to go, already perking up as he loped through the underbrush. The dreamer was tall, handsome, and quite welcoming at the sight of a “friendly” face, and though the Corinthian was forced to use his hands, incapacitating him by force was not so much trouble. The eyes, however…

The nightmare straddled the weakly struggling young man, frowning as he forcibly stuck his thumb in the space between his eyeball and socket. His digit was too blunt, too thick, and the eyeball popped out with a sickening squelch. He bent down and tried to bite through the optic nerve with his eye-mouth, but the dreamer screamed so hard that he woke himself up.

The Corinthian blinked; the dreamer was gone, but the blood dribbling down his face and chest remained. “For fuck’s sake,” he said. “I didn’t even get to chew.”

He got up, rubbing the back of his neck. How embarrassing. He was about to sulk off to find his next dreamer when he caught sight of Noctis who, in fact, actually did stick around and wait in the trees as he had promised. “You’re still here?” he asked, frowning. “Don’t you have a job to do?”

The Corinthian looked around for his glasses; the dreamer had knocked them off during the struggle. “Aren’t you supposed to be off inspiring someone to eat their vegetables and do good deeds or something?” He laughed to himself at his own joke, but he didn’t quite know why it was funny. 

The first him thought it was hilarious, though, and the Corinthian gave Noct a wink with a bloody eye-mouth.

As morbid as the thought was, he did find it mildly amusing that the Corinthian was so put out. He’d never actually watched him hunt before, but if Morpheus had bothered to create the knife in the first place, it must be important. That said, their Lord clearly believed he could function without it meaning it was a privilege not a right.

He could hear the hunt going on in the distance. The poor dreamer had screamed rather loudly so he imagined he’d be waking up very soon, jolted awake by his violent encounter with the nightmare. Noctis couldn’t imagine he’d be able to get back to sleep any time soon.

Noctis smiled as the Corinthian addressed him, offering him a light, dismissive shrug in response. Clearly his presence was an annoyance. Good. If nothing else, that made the job worth doing. Besides, it wasn’t like the nightmare could kill him, and trying to harm him would be going against their Lord’s wishes.

“Until our Lord decides otherwise, my job is to keep an eye on you.” He told him as he pushed up from the tree he had been leaning against and turned to face him. He let out a soft chuckle at the nightmare’s jab. It wasn’t all that funny, but he didn’t mind humouring him. “In a way though, that’s exactly what I’m doing. I’m here to inspire you to be the best nightmare you can be. To stick to the rules and prove your loyalty.”

Lord Morpheus had told him that he trusted his judgement, so he was going to be thorough even though he’d much rather be done with the job as soon as possible. He wasn’t a fan of these woods – never had been.

“The sooner you do that, the sooner you get rid of me, and get your knife back. Sound good?”