dreamtillmorning

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The challenger is Dream, once the Master of the Realm of Sleep; as the challenged, the Ruler of Hell, Lucifer Morningstar; in a contest of skill, confidence and transformation. The oldest game.

#sandman

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you, Dream’s younger Endless sibling, the embodiment of Defiance (rebellion, opposition, revolt), defend him from Morningstar’s question: “What power do dreams have in Hell?”, and face the consequence.

blood tw near the end

“Power?” you mused.

      And all heads turned to you, the barest sneers on Lucifer’s smile. They had not noticed you, not in a long while. Dream, your brother, was glaring at you. You did not have to look at him to sense what he was warning.

      Truth be told, it was not in your embodiment’s nature to hold back yourself, let alone falling into a line.

      You began a stride to be as close to them as Dream was. “Then let me ask you this, Morningstar: What is power to a rebel? To the defiant who refuse to partake in its maintenance and perpetuity? To the masses who hope to overthrow the powerful few? Even as you have power, it will not remain still as a brick wall with defiance and oppositions. Even as my brother has none, I do. And he is leaving.”

       Their sneer, in return, did not wane. Their voice, however, became exceedingly lighter than the grilling question aimed toward Dream earlier. “Are you certain about that?”

      You quickly did a double take of your peripheral vision, noting Mazikeen’s and Dream’s positions. “I very much am.”

      “Very well. You may have your wish.” Louder they responded to you all, Matthew included, “Morpheus, you may leave, but your sibling must stay.”

      Dream looked slightly alarmed. “I will not forget your generosity, Morningstar, but is there any conditions that allow them to be released?”

They answered, “This must be hard on you, but we’re afraid that our decision is final.”

      “I understand.” Then he walked fast then close to you, put a hand on your shoulder. His voice was low, but you were not sure if it was enough to keep Lucifer out of earshot, “You’re on your own now. Do not let anything here get into your head, and remember the reason we won.”

You nodded, before a black mass hopped by you. It was Matthew. “Hey, just remember: you’re not alone, okay? You’ll always be in our thoughts.”

“Thank you, Matthew.” You sent him a smile, not as big as you hoped.

      But when they were gone, you were alone. Without giving you another moment to think, Lucifer ordered, “Come.”

      And you did.

      They walked in front of you while Mazikeen walked behind you, until both stopped as Lucifer opened a door. It was a bedroom big in its own right, but no more than a master bedroom. When they stood aside, a silent order for you to come in, you noted it was fully furnished, with a large bed and decently ornated cabinets, a large mirror opposite the bed, and another transparent door as an access to a wide balcony. It was far too luxurious than a prison.

      Why were you brought here?

      As you hesitated, you heard Mazikeen took a step forward, and without another thought you stepped in, hearing Lucifer behind declaring her free of duties. The door shut behind you, and now you were alone with them in the gilded room.

      They circled around you, as intent as when Dream introduced you in the beginning. “Defiance, is it?”

      “Yes.”

      They stopped and smiled as if they were senile. “Very good. Let me get this clear. You are a fellow Endless of Dream’s, embodying rebellion, opposition, from the childlike and teenage rebellion to revolutions, to the human urge to overcome any confines placed upon them.”

      “What are you getting at?”

      They stopped smiling. Their stare became colder, and yours did not stray from it.

      “What you are about to learn is that things will no longer go your way here. Such as interrupting your host. But to be very clear…” Your left arm was grabbed, and before you knew it their other hand forced up your sleeve, followed by piercing nails dug into your flesh. You grunted from the pain but that soon turned into a cry — Those nails are too sharp, dug too deep. This can’t be happening to you it can’t — “… henceforth, you are not to speak unless spoken to. You are not to leave the room unless we explicitly ordered you to. You are to answer and be present immediately after requested to be summoned. Only we are absent from the entire floor when necessary, not you. If you break any of these rules, we will know, and will make sure you will receive the proper punishments, equal to or above all rings of Hell.”

      You knew, fixated on the finger by your skin, that they were carving a bloody symbol, something geometrical cut across by a line. It should have been faded but it did not. Something kept it at bay, from disappearing. You could not think straight. You could have stopped them, but they were taller than you, no doubt stronger. Dream is older than you and did not even attempt a fight except the battle of wits. You could fight them, but before you could, their hand came up and cupped your palm, thumb smearing the blood and tracing over the mark, their grip hurting even more as you flinched from the dull pain turned piercing. “This seals the pact.”

      A pact. It is a pact. Before you thought on it further they pulled you closer, a lurch that briefly had you stumbling. Their tone became sweeter and more delicate; it was the same poison honey when speaking with Dream. “You do not have to make this hard, Defiance. In fact, you are as intriguing as the King of Dreams.” Their hand raised your chin, so your eyes met their face, pristine for all the poison beneath it. “If you integrate yourself well with our domain … you could even be my favourite. Or you can choose not to…” Then it was as cold as their voice. “… and be punished as the rest out here, as you wish.”

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best wishes to you all for a new year! also thank you to everyone who came by and liked or reblogged; i really appreciate them and it made art-creating a little bit happier.

as a new semester opens up, i’m going to face a busy time which i think leaves little for the blog. and i have found other interests than Morningstar. as time went on i found Morningstar harder to write, partially from looking them up from time to time and the awareness of what they are based on, so i’m not sure if i have more to write about them in the future, if i have time to brainstorm a reader’s background to write a luci x reader fic. overall i’m not sure if i have time for writing. it’s going to be very busy to study, to prepare for another semester, so i don’t think i can stay active after the new year.

but before i go, i did write another short luci x reader fic. i’ll send it out before the page turns, before a new beginning. i’m very glad to meet you all & wish you a happy new year 💖

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i wonder how john dee would react to goncharov

#and probably dream too

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Goncharov (1973): the Genesis

#l m a o

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“Look after him, Matthew. He needs it.”

#this blog isn't around dream but this is too cute #man.. #sandman

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Cassie Clare as Mazikeen of the Lilim - Netflix’s The Sandman: Episode 4 - A Hope in Hell, 2022.

#a gifset of her #nice

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lucifer the tv show, but it’s an alternate universe where chloe gets to hook up and fight crime with the objectively hotter iteration of the devil

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Gwendoline Christie as Lucifer Morningstar THE SANDMAN (2022-) “A Hope in Hell” (1.04)

#the 1st pic makes me wonder what it's like to be dream and facing them in front of you #kinda like a job interview

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read a luci fic when it was 2 chapters and now came back to be blown away by 7

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Gwendoline Christie as Lucifer genuinely makes me lose my mind she did so GOOD like the fake smiles and fake hospitality and the way Lucifer looks and gives off this vibe of being holy and angelic with his graceful movements and the cherubesque curled hair, even wearing a white gown at first to further the illusion but you can just sense the anger and hate and evil lurking beneath this mask

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Matthew rlly saved Dream with his little pep talk

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i dont think morningstar ever learned matthew’s name unless they could overheard dream telling him to go back the entire time, but then idk if they cared enough to learn

#sandman thoughts

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why should we let you leave

#sandman #sandman netflix #lucifer sandman #lucifer morningstar #morpheus #gwendoline christie #lord morpheus #making my way downtown walking fast #i said WALKING FAST #‘i’ll see myself out-‘ ‘did we say you can’

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*thinks back on episode 2ish* dream idk whether it’s less bc they have no faith in you but rather bc they know you will return, subconsciously or not, but don’t want to go back bc who wants to willfully return to a lord who’s gonna treat them like shit - “out of love”????

#sandman thoughts

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The Sandman | “Collectors”

#it's funny how the light off the exit sign looks ominous here #when we use green light for exit signs to signify safety............... #sandman

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wondering what happens if dream gets the ruby second and the helm third (ofc the pouch first)

#sandman thoughts