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I need to make a fancy carrd or Google doc

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             PEELED  AWAY  FROM  THE  SLUMBERING  WORLD,  HE  DRIFTS, endlessly.  Senselessly.  Morbid  attire  drapes  him  in  a  way  that  renders  him  formless  and  he’d  prefer  to  keep  it  that  way.  SURELY  HE’D  BE  SCOLDED,  BY  SISTER  AND  SIBLINGS  ALIKE,  or  maybe  even  by  you,  unblinking  unbreathing  unalive  GOD  THING.  It  was  all  very  strange  you  know!  To  the  outside  viewer.  But  again,  you  like  it  like  that.  Totally  bizarre,  like  a  train  wreck  you  just  can’t  look  away.  The  glamour  and  scandal  of  it  all.  Your  own  existence  seems  nearly  blasphemous  but  baby  that  was  the  entirety  of  Hollywood  right?  He  decided  to  stay  tuned.

             He  drifted  far  apart,  from  his  own  consciousness,  from  his  own  whatever  was  in  that  galaxy  dusted  mind  of  his.  SPACEY  WAS  THE  CORRECT  TERM,  but  such  a  serious  entity  didn’t  seem  to  suit  it.  His  eyes  were  dark  and  melodramatic  to  the  point  of  being  annoying.  He  walked  along  with  them,  sat  with  them,  humored  them  and  surely  they  knew  this  too.  BUT  SPENDING  TIME  WITH  SOMEONE  OUT  OF  THE  FAMILY  WAS  TWICE  AS  NICE!  They  both  enjoyed  their  games  and  game  shows.  And  the  endless  sat  there  with  Mass  Media,  enjoying,  “”ENJOYING”” each  other’s  company?  It’s  an  odd  thing  these  two,  contrasting  aesthetics  alone  could  make  the  mundane  onlooker  vomit.

              “  DO  YOU  HAVE  ANY  PLANS?  ”  He  speaks  and  it’s  barely  a  question.  His  words  were  tenuous  and  barely  there.  Tired,  lackadaisical,  Dream  speaks  and  his  words  are  like  a  lullaby.  INQUIRY  TOWARDS  YOU,  WHO  SHIFTS  AND  SOUNDS  OF  A  WARM  BUZZ  FROM  THE  TELEVISION.  He  swirls  his  drink  and  thinks  for  a  moment.  “  You  never  struck  me  as  the  type  to  sit  and  wait  for  the  world  to  destroy  itself,  as  it’s  inevitable,  but  not  quite  entertaining.  ”  He  paused,  assessing  the  one  across  from  him,  looking  perfectly  pristine  in  the  barbie  doll  sort  of  way.  “  Are  you  enjoying  yourself?  For  the  short  time  you’ve  been  here,  ”              @hdtvtits​

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The Long Bright Dark True Detective 

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fuckin loser

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Dream is so dramatic

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┕ Morpheus/Dream in The Sandman #11 (1989).

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@boyvanish * / liked for a starter

WAXING POETICS, he spoke in a way that was both eerily beautiful, haunting, and inched you slightly closer to an impending mental break. Perhaps it was the gloaming hour in which he would often go off to linger in the mortals world that caused a certain lunacy. Twilight, dusk, near dawn, those few hours of darkness in which he could float about between worlds.    “It is not my place to alter this reality, to render it something it’s not”   He could speak in simple terms, but that wasn’t suitable for the guise he now holds. The two of them, this....kid, stands between the dreaming and their harsh reality that something will in fact kill everything he does hold dear but I guess doesn’t care to admit it. Where they stand is where Dream works and where Death works and where Desire works and it’s really no place for some stinky human to be, fully alive for that matter. But based on his situation Dream made the executive decision that it was fine, mostly.   “You’re intelligent enough, you will find a way to your goal, even if it takes many tries.”

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@cldserpent * / liked for a starter

AS THE TERM GOES, YOU’RE FUCKED. You’ve fucked up royally, exponential fuck ups that continue on and on, grows as vast and wide as the universe expands. He would not speak to crudely however, not outright. This whole, Armageddon thing, this rapture (is there to be a rapture? was that scheduled?) wasn’t actually all too worrying for the likes of him. Dreams go on, as would Morpheus. Even without the dreaming, there would still be the remnants of sleep. But he thought to himself on this humid afternoon that his sister would be rather busy the next few years. The Endless materialized in a blink, literally. He was there so fast nobody would take notice besides the slithery demon sitting next to him on the park bench.    “Should you not be excited?”    Elated, even? Weren’t demons all for the demise of mortals and their silly ways? Billowing robes were cast aside as the man began pinching apart pieces of a bread loaf, to feed to abnormally obese pigeons who obviously knew them. Cooing commenced.   “Humans do have an odd way of endearing themselves to us, however.”

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live action fc is going to be Mana from mal/ice miz/er most likely.

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BASICALLY,       I’M  GOTH.        Hello! If you could please   ♡ / ↻   if you’d be interested in writing with a DREAM  of  Neil Gaiman’s THE SANDMAN comics! penned by Linnea! Thank you~

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tag dump 1/?

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