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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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I finished reading the last chapter for Imagine being the one who releases Morpheus, and it was good. Though I wouldn't be opposed to seeing an alternate ending where the Reader lives with Morpheus in the Dreaming and they get their happy ending.

Imagine being the one who releases Morpheus - ALTERNATIVE ENDING

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"Hugo!" you exclaimed. Unable to stop yourself from reaching for the missed pet, you crouched the moment you saw his red fur. "I never thought I'd see you again, you little fiery menace! I was barely six when we bid our farewells."

The feline only meowed again and bumped its small head against your leg. Curiously, he didn't leave paw prints on the white, cold sand. Too busy at the exciting reunion, you never noticed Death's slightly furrowed eyebrows as she stared at the cat. What was it doing there?

Scratching Hugo's chin and head, you noticed something strange about his pendant: it didn't read 'Hugo' anymore, although you knew it did the day he passed away. Instead of his name gracing the small metal plate, there were tally marks - seven, to be exact. You could only wonder what kind of trouble that fearless, silly friend had gotten into since the last time you saw him.

"Seven already?" you asked the pet despite not expecting him to answer. "You have two more left, my friend. Use them wisely."

But Hugo only stared at you with his big, yellowish-green eyes. He sat on the pavement on the boulevard and meowed loudly but not at you:

"You can't keep doing this, Hugo," Death warned the cat as if the deafening meow could actually mean something else than a cry for attention. He only whined again, the tip of his tail moved slightly as though it was a snake ready to pounce. "Alright, one last time."

The orange tabby got up from the cold pavement and trotted towards Morpheus who was still sitting on the white sand with your corpse leaning against him. Perhaps, when his grief subdues he'd realize the awful macabre of that moment but for now, he was drawing out the sensation of something he will never feel again.

Out of the corner of his eye, Morpheus noticed an orange, furry cat. There was a certain excitement or curiosity to its trot. It stopped by your leg, or rather your body's leg, and nuzzled against it, purring ever so loudly. At first, he wanted to chase it away, to stop some flea-bitten stray from touching you but he found himself unable to do anything. Each of his limbs was so weighty, he couldn't move even if he had wanted to. Perhaps his heart was too heavy now for Morpheus to ever leave his spot on the white, cold sand by the murky seawater. In some way, he didn't even want to move: there was no place he could go where this hole inside him would become full again.

You watched the scene from afar until a strange feeling took over your form. Ghosts aren't supposed to experience bodily sensations, are they? Suddenly, a freezing coldness embraced you. A tingling ran through your fingertips but you couldn't move them anymore.

"What's happening?" you asked nervously as you stared at your disappearing hands. Is this what death truly is? A human-shaped mist that dissolves into oblivion?

"Hugo and his charity," Death answered in a tone both fascinated and tired.

It took merely a blink of an eye for you to find yourself back on the white sand and not standing on the concrete boulevard. A hungered, desperate gasp ripped out of your chest, clearly startling Morpheus, who hadn't moved even by an inch.

For a moment, the two of you were looking at each other as if you were seeing your faces for the very first time, surprised at the unforeseen meeting. "How is this possible?" Dream asked in a wavering voice. His eyes were still red but he was no longer crying. Perhaps, he already couldn't.

Hugo forced his pleasantly fluffy head underneath your palm. You looked towards him only to notice something fascinating yet odd: instead of seven tally marks on his pendant, there were eight - he only had one more life left. But by looking at Hugo, you also saw your own hand that he so frantically brushed against. There were no marks on your skin, no sign of a terrifying curse counting your days short.

"The thing about kindness, my lovely Morpheus," you spoke as you turned to look at him again but not in surprise this time; your gaze remained ever so kind and loving, just the way he deserved, "is that it always comes back."

Barely finishing your sentence, you felt his lips touch yours. His skin felt strangely cold but in an unpleasant way. To think you would have left without ever feeling it! Morpheus's kiss was the loudest confession he could have given you, filled with passion and desperation you had never felt before. In that impulsive moment of intimacy, he ripped himself open for you to see.

Cold winter wind brushed against your lips when he pulled away. His face, however, remained at a flustering close distance. "Then let me return yours," he whispered.

Dream's hand firmly grabbed yours. Once again, a tornado of sand circled the two of you. What was once a small town of Southend-on-sea, became a gigantic palace, a true castle, of marble halls and crystal ceilings. It looked nostalgic in its unbearable emptiness as if it had been forgotten by its rightful master, forever haunted by dreams of tomorrows that never came.

To your collective surprise, a quiet meow echoed through the spacious palace. Sure enough, an orange hitchhiker revealed himself. "I did not invite you," Morpheus spoke in a stern voice.

But Hugo paid no attention to the Lord of Dreaming. With his tail standing up straight, he wandered off.

Watching the fiery cat disappear around the corner, undoubtedly on his way to wreak havoc in Dream's kingdom, you recalled the strange moment that preceded your miraculous resurrection. "There's one thing about Hugo I can't quite understand. He brushed against my legs but he is alive and I was a ghost. It makes me think about all the occasions when he meowed or stared at empty corners in my father's mansion. I wonder what he saw there - who he saw there."

As if hearing his own name being mentioned, the cat made its existence known: Jessamy shrieked loudly in the distance.

"Speaking of wonders," Morpheus began as he meaningfully extended his elbow towards you. Without hesitation, you grabbed it. "You should see your new home."

He led you through the palace halls of light and pastel colours. The high ceilings made you think of a cathedral but Morpheus never once appeared to you as a creature that demanded worship. The grandiosity of his home was undoubtedly regal, even emanated appropriate coldness. The spaciousness created a sharp-sounding, loud echo that made you constantly feel like you should look over your shoulder to check for an unwanted follower. In some strange way, you suspected the interior of his palace was a genuine representation of Dream's heart: pearly and crystal, waiting to be inhabited but turning unwelcoming in its involuntary emptiness.

After a long while of walking in silence, you decided to speak up about something that's been bothering you throughout the entire chateau. "Can I share a reflection about the decor?"

Morpheus turned his face to you. "Do you not like it?" he asked with a hint of surprise in his voice.

"It's quite bleak if I may say so." Maybe he was the lord of this place but if you were to take him up on his offer of Dreaming being your new home, you had to be honest with him. And, just maybe, he could do with a little change too. "The hall could use some bold colours... Poinsettias, perhaps? Yes, they'd look lovely in here."

And suddenly, his every thought was sprouting poinsettias.

And here's the happy ending!

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raineandsky · 9 months

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The trail to the supervillain’s office is, to put it lightly, trashed.

Lampshades have been knocked off the walls. The wallpaper is torn. Scraps of the supervillain’s iconic black coat are scattered on the floor. The rug lining the corridor is mangled beyond repair.

The villain is standing outside the supervillain’s office door, staring at the claw marks as long as he is tearing through the wood. He’s been standing there several minutes, not too inclined to find whatever carnage is inevitably waiting on the other side. There’s a splatter of blood flicked on the door handle.

He pushes the door open as gently as he can muster, careful to not get any of the chaos on his hands. He can see the supervillain’s overturned chair from here.

His hand is inside his coat before he even gets the door open. The thing creaks dramatically on its hinges, making the villain cringe, and something inside knocks the desk over in alarm. Papers and the supervillain’s computer tumble to the floor. With a deep breath and the comforting shink! of his blade, he finally butts the door wide enough to get a full view inside.

What the fuck, is the first thing to come to mind.

There’s a fucking wolf in the supervillain’s office, scrambling for the open window with the elegance of a dying horse. It whines miserably as it fumbles on the windowsill. The thing has blood crusting around its lips, drawn back to unveil a row of teeth twisting into a cruel snarl.

The villain has not a clue what to do with this. The office is as much of a tip as the corridor outside; rugs and wallpapers shredded, furniture overturned, scratches decorating the rich wooden panels against the walls. He steps forward, blade brandished, and the wolf makes an expression that looks remarkably like a scowl.

The window isn’t big enough. It’s goddamn huge. It gives up with something akin to an irritated growl, hunching back down into the office with a defensive bristle. The villain inches ever closer, though he’s not sure what to do once he reaches it—would stabbing it work? It’d probably maul him before he even got a chance.

The wolf clearly thinks the same thing. It leaps at him, flaunting its giant teeth and claws, sinking its feet into the rug not even a metre away from the villain. He staggers back, unprepared. It sweeps its tail at him—the bundle of supposed fur is as solid as concrete, and it hits him with the force of such. The punch sends him tumbling, the tears of the carpet ruched into the villain’s back. His knife clatters to the floorboards loudly in surprise. The wolf is on him in a second, its paws digging into his shoulder so hard he thinks he might have a permanent paw print stamped into his skin.

Fucking hell, its teeth look even bigger from here. They’re practically as long as his arm. It snarls, oh-so-kindly spraying spittle into his face. Its breath wafts over his face, the stench of the rotting nightmares in its stomach turning his own. It doesn’t attack him, or bite his head off, or annihilate his shoulder with its claws (even though it kind of already is) like he was accepting the moment he hit the floor; it just stares, expectant, waiting, patient.

A moment of courage lets him glance up at the beast—it’s entire cruel demeanor is gone; it isn’t snarling as much as it is sticking its tongue out at him. Its whole body is shaking, and with a glance past the hunk of fluff keeping him on the floor he can see its tail wagging with enough force to make a hole in the wall.

Its paws are leaving crimson stains in his coat he knows he’ll never get out. The villain risks another look at its face—its eyes are bright, almost human, searching his eyes right back. Its gaze flits to the tatters of the supervillain’s coat before turning back to the villain, hopeful. Two and two suddenly make the grand number of four, and his eyes widen at the beast stooped over him with disbelieving horror.

“Wh– [Supervillain]?” the villain chokes out, and the beast wags his tail harder at the recognition. The villain is rewarded with a lick across the cheek that feels as repulsive as it smells. What the fuck, crosses the villain’s mind for the second time this evening. “What– how— what the fuck happened to you?”

The wolf—the supervillain, what on god’s green earth—growls indignantly at his language, as if that matters right now. “[Supervillain], my god, tell me what’s going on!”

The supervillain finally lifts the weight of the sun off the villain’s shoulder, and he gasps in relief like he couldn’t breathe. The other trots to the window overlooking the frankly absurd amount of land in his territory, huffing as he tilts his head out the window. He waits with a lot less patience than before as the villain slowly gets to his feet, more than happy to reclaim his beloved knife from the floor.

The evening is beautiful. A refreshing summer breeze ruffles the trees and sweeps the office in cool air. Stars speckle the darkened atmosphere, twinkling idly against their silken backdrop. Amongst them all, like the centrepiece to the night sky, is—

“A full moon?” the villain comments uncertainly, and the supervillain gives him a nudge of agreement. “Are you a fucking werewolf or some shit?”

Another growl of disapproval rips into the peace, but he gets another nudge all the same. He cannot believe this. Of all days to discover this—he was meant to be going home early today. “How long have you been a goddamn dog without anyone noticing?”

The villain gets a front row view of the supervillain’s bared teeth. Maybe insulting him when he’s practically made of weapons isn’t the way to go. He turns away regardless, pawing at a piece of paper on the floor—a piece of the calendar, the months torn from the binder. The one under his foot, decorated with colourful flowers that the supervillain would rather die than admit liking, reads ‘SEPTEMBER’.

“Five months?” He almost shouts in his dismay. “[Supervillain]!”

The supervillain makes a huffing noise vaguely resembling a laugh. “And… and you’ll be back to normal tomorrow?”

The supervillain nods. It looks unnatural on a wolf. “Thank god. I’m not buying you kibble.”

The supervillain snarls again, visibly disgusted at the thought, and the action pulls the villain’s gaze back to the blood sinking into the matted fur at his mouth. He grimaces blatantly.

“God, please don’t eat me over this.”

The villain comes across the supervillain in the hallway the next day. The slightly smug grin the villain wears only grows at the supervillain’s cold glare.

“If you tell anyone of last night,” the supervillain hisses, his voice threateningly low, “I will kill you in the most violent way possible. Understood?”

Can't kill him without telling everyone why. “Sure thing, paw patrol.”

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ghost-of-hiraeth · 4 months

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I do not know what habitat I thrive in.

I love big, sprawling abandoned cities. Crumbling concrete and wet maze-like roads. I love big buildings I can slink around without disturbing any humans. I love ruins

But by god, I also adore the coast.

I love wet clumpy sand and the sound of the waves. Digging my paws into the earth and bouncing around the ocean. I love coastlines close to fields and forests, a few low hanging trees maybe? Thick fields with tall weeds. Wet mud, storms on the coast, little turtles and huge powerful birds. I love the coast.

And the forest! Dont get me started about forests.

I love deep pines that go up mountains. I love the fog that settles on the moist ground. I love when it snows during the year and I can leave my paw prints behind. I love huge trees, strong trees that have been there for centuries. I love the darkness of the forest. I love when it rains, causing a song of water hitting the ground and trees.

I'm still learning about my theriotype, but maybe this might be influential to that.

#therian #wolfkin #alterhuman #otherkin #nonhuman #otherhearted #wolf #coyotekin

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theriancultureis · 4 months

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Therian culture is walking through a puddle in the concrete barefoot on your tiptoes/ball of the foot so the wet footprints look less like human feet and more like paw prints.

#therian culture is #therian culture #alterhuman #otherkin #therianthropy #theriantype #therian #theriotype

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bluegekk0 · 7 months

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If Lewk has beans too, can he use the fire powers to superheat them and leave pawprints on stone floors? Just really confuse people about how pawprints appeared on concrete that was already dry

he does have beans, just like fpk and grimm. and oh my god yes, absolutely, that's such a funny mental image. it would certainly leave others scratching their heads wondering where the paw prints came from

it would also work on snow, i imagine. he could melt it by walking through it, similarly to grimm, though unlike him, lewk's body temperature isn't that high, so it wouldn't be as effective (for comparison, grimm could stand in snow for a few minutes and it would melt around him in a circle)

#ask stuff #feral pk au

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sister-lucifer · 1 month

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:3c

#polls #tumblr polls

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randomstufftournament · 1 year

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THE TIME HAS COME

#tournament #polls #tumblr polls #finals

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holliehives · 8 months

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Today (9/17) is not only the National Fox Day, but it is also Princess (Briar's Nickit)'s birthday! 🦊❤️

Make sure to wish her a happy birthday surrounded by the finest luxuries and all the treats in the world!

Princess is Briar's Nickit. She was born in Macro Cosmos Labs and was part of the Domesticated Nickit Experiment. Due to a genetic mutation, Nickit is unable to evolve, but she grew bigger than a regular Nickit. Her fur is also red instead of orange, and in order to adapt to Wyndon's cold climate, her fur is thicker and fluffier. Because of her spoiled personality, people have started to call her 'Princess'.

This image was drawn by @/fusenryo2 on skeb. I love the pose they chose, it's perfect for them both—the autumn scenery, the gorgeous lightning, and the way Briar is carrying Princess...! I've always had this mental image that Princess doesn't like walking on surfaces that are not concrete, because she's that spoiled and doesn't like walking on the ground where her little dainty paws can get dirty. Princess does a terrible job at being a normal Nickit, because the Nickit species tend to use their tails to sweep their paw prints from the ground to hide their locations, but you would never catch Princess doing that—her? getting her fluffy tail dirty? she would never. She's so spoiled that when she gets put on the ground, she paralyzes in place. People could call her name but she would refuse to move, unless they carry her and place her on concrete again.

#;only thorns left #pokemon #oc #original character #pokemon oc #pokemon shield #pokemon sword #pokemon swsh #pokemon violet #pokemon scarlet #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon scavio #nickit #oc artwork #oc art #nickit art #autumn #fall #pokemon trainer

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hyperannotation · 11 months

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SCANNER SPATTER by David John Roden

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