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The only thing that marred the appearance of a man in a deep sleep was the way he was… faded at the edges, not quite solid. The way his form fizzled, like a television or radio signal just out of range, his appearance becoming translucent before returning to normality.
my piece for Karalyn’s fic!
The Matrix (1999)
God of War: Echoes of Suffering
(Chains of Olympus Rewrite)
5 years into his service to the gods, Persians attack Greece and Kratos defends his homeland against the Invasion under the charge of Athena. After driving the Invaders back, Kratos receives a vision from Athena attempting to warn him, but it is quickly cut off as the sun disappears. Now Kratos has to fight off a horde of living nightmares manifesting from an endless black fog.
The Ghost of Sparta was nearly enveloped by the black fog, until a small figure drove them away with a blast of light. The small figure in question looks almost exactly like Kratos’ deceased daughter, Calliope. Kratos tries to reach out to her in melancholic desperation, but she runs away, Kratos giving chase after his shock fades.
Kratos chases his “daughter” throughout the city until they reach a massive structure that looks as if it almost crashed into the ground. Inside the temple, Kratos is haunted by the melody of his daughter’s flute echoing through the halls. He was almost driven to the brink of madness until A woman drenched in red and orange light appeared before him, she called herself Eos - Bringer of the Dawn.
She informs Kratos that her brother Helios has been taken by Phobetor - The New master of Dreams, and all the Olympians have been lulled into a never-ending sleep. Few gods are awake to rule, so the world has been plunged into chaos.
Eos requests that Kratos use the Primordial Fire within the temple to release the Fire Drakons in exchange for a favor.
Once the Fire Drakons began to burn once more the temple glowed with blinding light, Kratos realizes he’s on the sun and tried to rein in the burning beasts, but his hands burned the second he touched the reins.
Just then Eos appears in front of Kratos and pulls reins of the Fire Drakons pulling the Sun Chariot to the sky driving back the horde of nightmares that enveloped the cities. Once they reached the heavens Eos informed Kratos that her brother was taken to the Underworld and he would need to get there in order to save him. Kratos argued why she could not have gone there herself, replying that as a goddess of light she had no power in the sunless realm. Kratos reluctantly agrees to the request in hopes that Eos would convince the other gods to free him from his suffering.
Eos contacts Hermes, one of the few gods still awake, and transports Kratos to the Underworld where he arrives on the shores of the River Acheron where he meets a soul which at first glance reminds him of an old friend from his Spartan days.
After short greetings the soul offers to be Kratos' guide to Phobetor, just then a blaring sound is heard and all souls on the shore gather to a dock. In the distance a gigantic boat appeared with a titanic figure at the helm; the guide refers to the figure as Charon, The Ferryman. Just before the boat was about to dock the guide cast a spell on Kratos to conceal his identity as a living, but once the shade cast the spell Kratos felt himself getting weak. Once they got onto the ferry they were accompanied by dozens, possibly hundreds of other souls each with blank or unmoving expressions.
The journey lasted for what seemed like days and during the trek Kratos fell into a slumber, in his dreams he saw his wife and child slaughtered by his own hand. It wasn't only them, his mother and his brother were among the bodies that were felled by his blades. As he breathes erratically, he can hear a voice taunting him from the dream's darkness, calling him a brute, a savage, a monster.
Just as the boat docks Kratos wakes up, he looks around and realizes that he and the guide are the only ones left on the vessel. The Guide and Kratos looked out past the dock and the only thing that could be made out was sand, nothing but swirling sand. The guide tells Kratos that this is Desert of Dreams; the section of the underworld where Phobetor has taken over. As the two arrive they are assaulted by a plethora of lesser Oneiroi and living nightmares which they must rip through to make it to the Ebon Citadel, Phobetor’s greatest fortress.
After barely surviving, they encounter an old man, sticking out amongst the almost infinite gold with wings of gray sand. He told the two traveler’s that Phobetor cannot be killed so they need something to contain him. Just then the elder began to dissolve into the sand but before he completely disappeared he left them with a small piece of advice,that they must confront the darkness in order to wake up.
Once the old man left a glowing amulet took his place, Kratos grabbed the jewel and the two continued on. After fighting through even more nightmares they reached the top of the citadel.
Once the two got to the top and opened the doors, they witnessed Phobetor: an amalgamation of screaming black faces forming a vaguely human shape, exactly wht a god of nightmares would look like. There, he was siphoning the energy of a tortured Helios.
The nightmare god had his back turned to them but the second Kratos and The Guide entered the room he lunged at them both with terrifying speed. Kratos used his blades to slice the spectator but it was pointless the creature mended every attack. It was then that Kratos realized that the amulet could be used to harm the god. As the spartan brought the nightmare to his knees, he used the amulet to imprison the horrible spector. After it was done, the Guide that had followed Kratos for most of his journey; began to laugh in an ominous way, calling Kratos the Great Tool of Sparta as the drkness left from Phobetor entered the soul's body. Kratos was then transported to a field surrounding by glowing golden sand, there he heard the song, the same one that had been haunting him, only now it was sounded more comforting.
Because of Phobetor's great acquisition of power, the Desert of Dreams had exapanded into parts of Elysium, and so, Phantasos transported Kratos to a little Oasis, and there Kratos was shocked to see the one thing he though he never see again: his daughter, Calliope. The two of them embraced in a hug, and for a short while, the Ghost of Sparta felt joy. Unfortunately for Kratos, this Joy was short-lived, Calliope began to wince in pain, her being fading in and out of existence as the sand grows ever closer. Just then, a woman drenched in warm inviting light appears before Kratos and his daughter, this was Makaria, first born of Hades and Persephone, Goddess of Blessed and Peaceful death, and Queen of Elysium. The goddess had informed Kratos who his "Old Spartan friend" really was: Phantasos, Master of Illusions, and the mastermind behind this whole conundrum.
Makaria explained everthing. Wanting the power to control the waking world, Phantasos manipulated Phobetor into overthrowing their brother Morpheus and seizing control of the Desert of Dreams. By consuming the power of his brother had taken, Phantasos’ power grew exponentially, allo him to lull the gods into a deep almost unending slumber. Now Phantasos had the power of the dream realm, the sun itself, and the Ghost of Sparta in his grasp. Now he wishes to let the Desert of Dreams consume everything until he and only he was the supreme god.
Kratos had to come to an impossible crossroad of descisions: stay in this fleeting paradise with his daughter forever while another mad god tries to take over the world, or leave Calliope, again. He didn't have a choice, but in his mind, in that moment, he chose to leave her. It took all of his strength to pry his daughter away, as she cried and begged him not to, but it was the only way. With tears in both eyes, the mighty and powerful Ghost of Sparta hugged his daughter one last time. Makaria gently extended her hand and Calliope went with her to Elysium.
Kratos made his way back to the citadel, agrier now than ever before. As he entered the building Phantasos tried to keep up the illusion of Kratos' spartan friend but it was pointless, the ghost of sparta usd the amulet to reveal Phantasos' true form, a cloud of smoke with shifting masks for faces, he threw daggers at Kratos in retaliation.
The illusion master used Kratos’ worst nightmares as weapons, visions of his wife and child berated him until he was brought to the floor. Only through his sheer rage was Kratos able to break through the illusions, and attack Phantasos.
Their fight broke Phobetor’s castle and brought them to the Desert of Dreams and Phantasos hid within the flowing sands, mocking the Spartan. Only after the dream god dared to say that Calliope deserved to die was Kratos able to grab Phantasos and pummel him into the ground. As The Ghost of Sparta pulled out the amulet, Phantasos, using all of his power, cursed the man with eternal nightmares, and just before the Illusion Master was sucked into the amulet, he berated the now broken warrior, telling him that his suffering shall never end.
Once the two Oneiroi were imprisoned within the amulet, the gigantic sandstorm that enveloped the desert began to settle and the elder from earlier appeared in the center where the citadel once stood, and and the swirling sands of the storm coelesed around the man showing the form of a gray figure with enormous wings, revealing himself to be Morpheus, the God of Dreams, he thanked Kratos for relieving him of his brothers, but it fell on deaf ears. Kratos begged the god of dreams to free him of his curse, but unfortunately it was impossible. Morpheus explained that Phantasos had his own power combined with Phobetor's and the power of the sun, nothing can remove Kratos' curse not even Morpheus.
Keeping his own promise to the gods, Kratos returns Helios to the temple. But he is left with the knowledge that he we never be free, forever plagued with visions of his family.
Weak from the days of battle, Kratos falls unconscious from the sun chariot, but is suddenly stopped before striking the ground. He was placed on the cliffs he later would jump from in the original God of War. Three figures approach the unconscious warrior, two of them revealed to Helios and Athena. The Gray Goddess retrieves the amulet as the Sun Titan removes the spell placed on the Spartan. Both Gods contemplate helping Kratos further but a shadowy figure behind them interjects saying that the Ghost of Sparta must “Walk his path alone.” The three beings exit through a portal leaving Kratos lying on the shore near the Aegean Sea.
I usually don’t like to judge shows before they even come out. But at the same time, for what reason did they not add comic Morpheus’s eyes.
Like you can’t tell me a fan flim was able to make Morpheus look like this:
And Netflix with their much bigger budget couldn’t done that.
Not seeing nearly enough appreciation for the pure excellence that was 24/7
I mean the entire cast was just incredible and it basically stands on its own as a short film.
You get so invested in these peoples stories and the atmosphere is so tense and chaotic, and John Dee is just chilling
Even if he is just a smol guy in the corner eating his ice cream whilst everyone else is getting laid😂
Wishing a very lovely day to all you gals, guys, non binary folks, ravens who sound like patton Oswalt, anthropomorphic manifestations of words that begin with D, emotionally tormented bisexual exorcists, diner lesbians, boys with mummy issues, boys with daddy issues, girls with both, random medieval peasants who live forever and hang out at the local pub, human personifications of a meadow, and a literal nightmare dressed like a daydream
Did not expect to spend my day crying over a gargoyle named Gregory but here we are
ἀλήθεια, Alethia - 'the state of being evident', 'unforgetting'
i watched Clark Elieson's video Fear of Forgetting n it left me kinda speechless
Sandman Fic
I’m getting pretty annoyed with the trope in fic that Morpheus is out of touch with the modern day. I get that he talks pretty formally and is an ancient being, but he’s also the personification of every living thing’s collective unconsciousness. He’s going to know all the same everyday stuff of any modern person that’s in their unconscious mind. The fact that he was trapped for a century, or 80 years depending, wouldn’t change that. Especially if you consider the comic canon that he’s Dream for the universe, not just Earth. Just because he missed humanity’s jump in tech doesn’t mean any of it is new to him. There are probably plenty of alien planets with similar and more advanced technology he would have known before he was imprisoned in the first place. I just don’t like that idea and I see it way too often.
King of Dreams, King of Nightmares… in any case, i just think he’s neat
These Violent Delights
Fandom: The Sandman (Netflix TV Serie)
Pairing: The Corinthian/Dream
Word count: 4559
Chapter: One-Shot
Rating: Mature/Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Additional Tags: Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Unhealthy Relationships, Power Dynamics, One-Sided Attraction, Violent Thoughts, No Smut, Possessive and Obsessive Behavior, Love/Hate, Violence, Angst
Link to AO3:
Summary :
The air was damp, a chilling breeze nipping at his skin, exciting the light hairs on the nape of his neck.
And then the Corinthian finally saw him.
He felt his various mouths water, gaze instantly drawn to the lean figure curled up in the middle of an intricate glass cage.
The King of Dreams was holy in his paleness. He was like a beacon of light in the surrounding darkness, his alabaster complexion starkly contrasting against jet-black hair.
Entranced by the view, the Corinthian took a step closer like a moth to a flame.
Seemingly asleep, Dream's head rested on his arms, long limbs tangled like winter wisteria around his body to hide his shame as best as he could, unwilling to bend to mortals even at his lowest.
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[OR IN WHICH: The Corinthian decides to visit his caged creator after ten years of imprisonment.]
Part two is up!!
Greek Mythology is wild, so the idea of two male gods conceiving children isn't really that far fetched. In Greek mythology Hypnos has children, now it's up in the air whether or not he had them himself or with his wife. But let's just have Zagreus as their Dad. I'm gonna design his other siblings later.
hey Professor who’s your cute goth boyfriend?
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can you imagine Dream dropping into Hobs lecture while he shit talks Shakespeare o̴u̴t̴ ̴o̴f̴ ̴j̴e̴a̴l̴o̴u̴s̴y̴
This entire episode right here hurt me to the next level it was pain but also the sweetest fucking thing we’ve seen him do
THE SANDMAN
Calliope 1.11
dream of the endless you’re such a mr darcy variant
dream sulking around leaving trails of sand behind him and hob sighing and getting the vacuum cleaner
Finished reading Splintered and Unhinged by A. G. Howard. That was an intresting adventure. Have fun
Happy holidays!
Warm wishes featuring the funniest handmade ornament I’ve done in a hot sec
I just realized that Dreamling and Corvosider are practically the same ship......
They have so much in common
I mean there is this brooding entity that is bored out of his mind until he finds an interesting mortal who he first consideres nothing but a mere amusement, but after some time he realize he feels something more for this human (and let's not talk about how both Hob and Corvo are handsome, brown longhaired, strong and kind individuals)
And also that both Dream and Outsider are gothic drama bitches
Dream: Go to sleep
Bruce: ..........
Bruce: No
Dream: >:0
Dream: hOw dArE yOu dEfY mY OrDeRs ?!
Pictured: Dream going through the 5 stages of grief right before death told him to stop being a dramatic little shit
Sandman…
random teenager, posting an unhinged shitpost ab sandman/good omens/etc at 3 am
neil gaiman, reblogging at 4 am
BRO THIS POST WAS HOW I FOUND OUT ABOUT SANDMAN SEASON 2!!!! LETS GO BABY!!!! HOPEFULL MORE DREAM CAT CONTENT.
also yay enola holmes 2!! Also possibly a 3rd one?? Also retired johnlock shippers coming back!!
Yes we are insane here, back off
Started watching the netflix adaptation of Sandman and felt like making some Morpheus fanart ✨️
I… have nothng to say to this.
Why did you go to his slam poetry night?
Robert fucking Hob Gadling really had the nerve to be jealous of Will Shaxbeard, after showing his boyfriend friend acquaintance that he was the side piece after 200 years of going on dates.
Robert fucking Hob Gadling really had the nerve to be jealous of Will Shaxbeard, after showing his boyfriend friend acquaintance that he was the side piece after 200 years of going on dates.