StormSaga



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    02 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 25

    Summary

    Join Dream as he navigates a dangerous world of lies, betrayal, secret identities, and superpowers, all the while dealing with a certain pink-haired villain with his villain organization who can never seem to leave his civilian identity alone.

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    01 Jul 2026

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    You see, unlike what everyone, including Sap and Gogy, thought, Dream did indeed have powers. And he did mean powers, plural.

    His first ability was luck. Just luck.

    It only had a sure chance of activating when he was in immediate mortal danger, and nothing else. It also wasn’t something that just happened. His power would give him an opportunity to save his life, and he’d have to recognize it and act on it.

    The second ability was healing. He could heal any physical wound, other than death. On other people.

    That’s right.

    He can’t heal himself.
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    Correction: Use one of her powers, plural.

    As in four and growing.

    One of Drista’s powers was the ability to put anything away into a sort of inventory. They predicted it to be limited, but hadn’t found said limit yet, as she used this power very sparingly.

    She also had something he liked to call analysis.

    Anything she ever learns, her power stores and provides when she needs it. How does it work? They had no idea.

    It was just as mysterious as Dream’s Luck.

    The third was mind reading, and being an empath. She could feel emotions and the immediate thoughts of someone she was seeing at that moment, though it was strangely only limited to one person at a time.

    The last was an empowerer. It slowly increased the strength of her existing abilities, and eventually gave her new ones. It could also strengthen others, if she was touching them.
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    “You gave me an unspecified demand.” As both villains remained with a rather dumbfounded look, he continued. "You told me to fully heal him and to not stop until I’m done.”

    The Blade caught on rather quickly. Siren did not. What an idiot.

    And to think he’d almost died because of his idiocy.
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    “And don’t get me started with YOU! YOU gave my address to more supervillains like you were advertising that I’m a healer! We’re not going to even talk about the fact that you owe me! After this, you should probably owe me another one of your STUPID, FUCKING, FAVORS!!”
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    Dream had caught her several times not in her room at midnight, and then the next morning pretended like nothing happened. He had a slight suspicion, but tried not to worry about it too much. He wouldn’t know what to do if his sister was a vigilante.

    (If what happened to him happened to her-)

    But he knew his sister well. Better than anyone else. Because he had raised her, for goodness’ sake.

    It was also trivially easy to figure out which vigilante she was, too.

    There would always be that worried feeling every time for him when he saw Puppeteer and Theseus on tv. For Drista, feigned inattention.

    Note to self: Teach Drista how to lie better. He’s pretty sure that even without knowing she snuck out at night, he would’ve figured out something was off just how she reacted when Puppeteer was mentioned anywhere.

    Then, however, one night, all his fears were confirmed. Even more than before.
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    Oh, Drista. You could’ve just told me. I would’ve helped you wholeheartedly. Just please, don’t die.

    (Please don't trust-)

    He closed the box and pushed it back into the same spot as before, making sure to cover his tracks with a quick glance around the room before closing the door.

    My sister is a vigilante.

    Why did the universe hate him?
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    “Sapnap’s right, though. The Board sucks. How do you stand those people?” George asked as Dream pried Sapnap off of him.

    Dream tilted his head.

    “It helps when they can’t tell if they’re getting to you, or what you’re thinking.” He tapped his full face mask.

    “Actually, I just pretend to be a totally different person: A selfish, pretentious, manipulative asshole.” (Dream can manipulate his own body language)
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    Oh god, he was going to hate himself for doing this.

    It takes a lot of willpower to bring the axe away from the jet black feathers and have it rest against The Angel’s neck, like Nemesis had done to Ant just a few minutes ago.
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    Dream prayed The Blade didn’t call his bluff.
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    Then, it became known to him that The Blade really thought he was terrible enough of a person that he would murder someone and then smile at the media a second later, saying that he saved them once again.

    God. The villains really think he’s a *monster.*
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    Sam came up with something that enhances abilities, maybe permanently, and Dream got a lungful, but it was made with Blue and their powers have currently disappeared/weakened (not that they know about Dream's). Also, DTeam friend fight and the kiddo's know about the other's family's occupation! And Dream can no longer take potions

  3. Public Bookmark 17

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    Dream is the city's greatest contradiction.

    To the heroes and civilians of the shining sectors, he is a villain. Dangerous, cruel, a man who can bend literal fear to his will and bring people to their knees without so much as a flick of a finger. But in his own streets, in the Dream District, he is a hero. Their hero, their shield, their savior; more than the heroes of the city have ever been for them, anyway

    Dream himself, meanwhile, wants nothing to do with things outside of his own district. He couldn't care less, really. If he had it his way, he'd spend the rest of his days concerned with his people, his allies, and himself, and only that. No matter what sort of new villains-wanted-dead-or-alive initiatives the heroes have been cooking up, or whatever big revolutional, government-toppling plans the Syndicate has in store.

    Too bad fate thinks differently.

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    01 Jul 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    By the time the first unwelcome, obnoxiously polished boot hit the main street, Dream was still perched on the rooftop, chin propped up in one hand, wings folded, with one leg dangling over the edge. He didn’t bother standing.

    “Heroes!” Dream called down with fake warmth as he peered at the newcomers with sharp eyes. “Captain, Architect, King."

    “You’re about… three blocks into my district.” Dream continued, holding up three fingers as if he was explaining counting to a baby. “Which means you’re either incredibly, unbelievably lost, or you’re here to ruin my morning.” He flashed a toothed grin.

    “So before we waste everyone’s time, you can all turn around,” His hand morphed into a single fingered twirl, “and walk right back out.”

    -OR-

    Supervillain Dream, with the power of fear, has his morning ruined by three annoying heroes, which may or may not be way in over their heads. Otherwise known as my take on a villain centric story.
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    “Actually, Dream, I got a really good question for you.” Techno nodded faux-seriously, “Where exactly do ya think they’re gettin’ all those children, anyway?”

    Dream blinked. "-What?"

    “Like,” Techno gestured vaguely with a casual hand, “I know they’ve got their whole like, it’s-not-conscription-but-it-totally-is-conscription, not-mandatory-but-actually-is program thing, but like, how do they get all those children equally willin’ to go attack an enemy that’s like, twenty times more experienced and twice as powerful? Just sayin’, are they snatchin’ the children off the streets at like, two, and then goin’, ‘These are your ABCs, kid, and these are the wonders of blind patriotism, here's your deadly weapon, now don’t disappoint the city! And uh, don’t get murdered, I guess, but that’s like priority number two’? Is that what they’re doin’?”

    -OR-

    In which Dream meets some people, gets pissed, and gets emotionally thrown through the ringer, or otherwise known as the second installment of my Where Fear Lives series. This could be read as a standalone, but things make more sense if you read the first part as well.
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    DREAM IS 17

  4. Public Bookmark 1

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    THE UNIVERSE OF TTEAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    main story:
    TTEAS

    spin offs include:
    - character backstories
    - different POVs during the TTEAS timeline
    - scrapped plotlines
    - romantic / shipping versions (don't like don't read!)
    - butterfly effect spinoffs: alternate universes with drastic changes
    - random oneshots if my mind conjures em
    - random worldbuilding rants

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    01 Jul 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Tommy, a shapeshifter, has always loved the heroes. They represented how everyone, even those with 'useless' powers, could be special. unfortunately for him, one of his regulars at the café he works at, Wilbur, turns out to be a supervillain. and apparenly he wants Tommy to spy for him? He'd never. not even if his best friend went missing.

    Actually, nevermind that last part.

    when Tommy comes home to one of his roommates lying on their kitchen floor severely injured and the other nowhere to be found, he takes the offer of spying for supervillains into reconsideration.
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    Never in his godawful life had Tommy thought he’d ever be involved in criminal business.

    Tommy wasn’t an idiot. Or, at least, he thought so. Some people thought differently, and by some people, he meant most people.
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    He didn’t mind it much now that he was seventeen, but, back when he was a kid, and was in the foster care system, it didn’t really help him find the right place. Of course, the people were kind to him at first, but then they realized they took a feral raccoon into their home, and they’d send him back. The longest he’d ever stayed in a foster home was a year or three, and even then, his foster sister was an asshole.

    Why she was an asshole, remained unknown to Tommy.
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    Just because he accidentally shifted into a raccoon when he was being cornered, didn’t mean they had to bully him more.

    Now, one might think: wow, shifting powers, that’s so cool! But no. absolutely not. Because the only two things he could shift into were a crow and a raccoon, and then still, some part of his body remained bright red, distinguishing him from all other animals. It had taken him way too many years to teach himself how to shift into those animals, and he still didn’t know how he’d done it. He’d never met anyone who could teach him about his powers, nor were there many books on shapeshifting. The only two people who knew a bit about shapeshifting were… in the past. He’d never dared to ask them. In conclusion, he rendered his powers useless, and so did the people in his school.

    And then, a new hero debuted, and Tommy was gifted with new hope.

    Because, the number one hero, Lucid, had managed to make use of his power, which would probably be considered one of the most useless powers if the hero hadn’t become a hero.

    He could shift air. When Tommy had heard it for the first time, he was staring wide-eyed at the small screen of the TV, wondering how such a power could ever make it to the hero agency. Then, he saw the hero use his power, and Tommy gained confidence.
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    Either way, Tommy’s life mainly revolved around his job, the heroes, and his friends. Nothing else, really, as his elementary, middle, and high school bullies were off to the rich districts of L’manburg, while he remained in the shitty Pogtopia.

    But it was fine. Amidst the boring assholes and self-centered bullies, there were people who got along with Tommy.

    There were people like his current bosses, Niki and Puffy, who were literal angels. They were basically his parents at this point. Or therapists. Tommy wasn’t sure. The two spoiled their employees with the right amount of love and kindness, but when there was a conflict, they’d use their warning tone forged in the deepest pits of hell, a tone that could shake a man to the bone, a tone that Tommy had once experienced and never wanted to be on the receiving end of ever again.

    And there were people like Wilbur.

    Quite the opposite of Puffy and Niki, actually.

    Wilbur was also forged in the deepest pits of hell. Except he wasn’t scary, he was just straight up infuriating.
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    When Wilbur left, he had left a tip that more akin to the price of a PC, and a note saying, ‘Pay that rent, gremlin, and buy yourself a treat.’

    Tommy had been less resentful towards Wilbur ever since.

    In fact, he’d started to grow attached, although it’d be the end of the world when he’d admit that.
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    Yes, his roommates were vigilantes. So what? They were doing what was right, even though the law didn’t think so, and Tommy should be highly disapproving of their behavior. The law could make some exceptions.
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    Tommy spotted them on a rooftop as a crow, Purpled is a part time hero & Tommy's coworker (and a secret vigilante), and Punz is *absolutely* Golden Dagger the Mercenary (who's getting paid to kidnap vigilantes, and noticed Bee Duo watching the Nether Magic (bad news, corrupts) transaction)
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    Tommy didn’t want to believe Wilbur. He didn’t want to believe the people he looked up to would do shit like that, he didn’t want to believe they would kill the people they were supposed to arrest. And yet, seeing the grim expression on Wilbur’s face, Tommy couldn’t help but feel disappointed. He felt something in his mind change, maybe the realization he couldn’t rely on the people he was supposed to rely on.

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    The first time Tommy dies, he’s seventeen, and they tell him he’s a hero when the Angel’s bladed feather sinks into his chest.

    If Tommy could go back in time and tell himself one thing as blood ran rivers down his chest, it wouldn’t be comforting.

    “Get used to it,” he’d say, as cold as the blade that had done this to him. “This is all you are now.”

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    as the heroes' phoenix, tommy only has one job: to die, and die, and die for them. but death hurts, and the more he dies, the less of him comes back.

    and the only people to notice? the very same villains Tommy is tasked to hunt down.

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    01 Jul 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    <3 OH GODS I LOVE THIS SO MUCH