#THE Sandman

[seadeepspaceontheside]

kinda want to make a shaker Sandman charm where I can be like Cori and just shake the shit out of it. LOL

[upon-the-snow]

brief lives 🌺

[sturridges]

DREAM OF THE ENDLESS | seasons 1 & 2

[sweet-tangerine-dreams]

I think the funniest thing about the sandman is how Dream is just trying to keep the world from literally falling apart and everyone just wants to fucking kill him LMFAO like give the man a BREAKKKK

[lenreli]

TOM STURRIDGE in The Sandman S2 Sneak Peek

[thewhoreinthian]

Inspired for the S2 trailer. I love Dream’s lil bow 🖤

[writing-for-life]

Death, Delirium and Desire—Marceline

[altair214]

I think Hob Gadling's absolute favorite and least favorite thing about the modern world is that he doesn't even have to worry about keeping his immortality secret from most people. Simply because even if he did tell them, they probably just wouldn't believe him unless they saw him survive a fatal wound right before their eyes, even then they probably would just assume that the wound was never actually fatal in the first place. Or they'd just assume they were hallucinating. Simply because of Occam's Razor, the simplest explanation is most likely true, so never in a million years would people think that anything suspicious was because he was actually immortal, they'd just come up with a million other reasons for why he survived a fatal wound.

On one hand this makes hiding his immortality around people from day to day extremely easy, but on the other hand, it's very lonely to tell someone a fact about yourself over and over again and never be believed.

The only things Hob really has to worry about is his social media presence, government documents, and hospital visits. Though I think most hospital visits would end just fine for Hob as even doctors would probably still talk themselves out of whatever they just saw happen. But he'd still have to be careful because if he were to survive a fatal wound in front of the wrong doctor, it would be all too easy for the government to lock him up to experiment on (and then Dream would have to go rescue him)

[swanimagines]

Hola can i request a Morpheus x f!Reader fic where her son is running over all the palace because he doesn’t want to take a bath?

Sorry English is not my first language

A/N: Ahem ahem, excuse me... this may be the first time in a very long time I'm actually genuinely HAPPY with something I wrote?? If there's a writing deity or a saint, I will pray to them and hope for this kind of skill and motivation and inspiration and whatever hell I need to produce THIS kind of content in the future too, thanks bye!

"Aridus!" your voice echoed through the grand corridors as you chased after your son, who had decided today was not the day for a bath. He turned around slightly, his face scrunched up in anger.

“I don’t want to take a bath!” he declared for the hundredth time, before taking a turn to yet another maze of hallways. You let out a frustrated groan, even though you tried to keep it in.

“I know, sweetie, but after all that playing with Goldie, you’re all muddy, I can’t let you go to bed like that!” You stopped, as you took the turn to where he went. “Aridus, please just—”

“No! I don’t want to sleep either!” His voice echoed through the hallway, it was impossible to know which nook he took as a hiding place. “Daddy never sleeps either!”

It was true, the everlasting bickering with him. Why is daddy able to go around day and night, why can’t he stay up to play all night as well. But the thing was, Aridus was your offspring too, and you were originally from the Waking world — and you needed sleep, so Aridus needed sleep too. Your husband had told you that Aridus may need less sleep than a “regular” human as he grows up, but as a toddler he was just like regular children were. Getting tantrums out of being tired, while the tantrum is about not wanting to go to sleep. “I know sweetie, but he’s–”

“No!” he screamed, and you heard the patter of feet going further again.

You barely heard Morpheus coming to stand beside you, but you felt his presence and turned to look at him. “I can’t catch him. He’s persistent and knows how to tire me out.”

Morpheus's lips had a small hint of a smile. “He is much like you, then.”

You scoffed and crossed your arms. “Me? Are you sure? You’re the one who’s refusing to listen to any other opinions of change when you’ve already decided the ‘best’ way. I think he’s more like you than me.”

Morpheus smiled properly now, inclining his head forward. “True.”

A loud crash interrupted the sound of running, and you heard something rolling through the floor, followed by a soft thud and a whimper from Aridus. You walked forward with Morpheus following close behind, and discovered the source. Aridus had collided with one of the pedestals, which had sent a stack of dream scrolls all over the room. You moved to stand in front of him and brought your hands to your hips, sighing.

Suddenly your son, who had been so angry just a moment earlier, looked more remorseful as ever. “I… I didn’t mean to.”

Before you could answer, you felt Morpheus’s hand on your shoulder. “Allow me, my love.”

Aridus sat there frozen in place, looking at his father kneeling in front of him. Morpheus reached out, carefully tucking a curl of hair behind Aridus’s ear. “Do you know why we need to take baths, Aridus?”

Aridus’s shoulders slumped. “I know, father. Mother doesn’t want my bed to get dirty. But I don’t like to get wet.”

Morpheus shook his head. “It is not only because we get dirty. Every day, all living beings get dream dust on them. If there’s too much of it, it weighs us down. It affects our mood and eventually… it may make us fall asleep and never again wake up. Be stuck in nightmares forever, and not even I would be able to help.”

Aridus stared at his father, his mouth opening slightly before he whispered, “Stuck?”

Morpheus nodded. “Yes. Even the stars must cleanse themselves of the night sometimes.”

For a moment, Aridus stared at the floor, clearly trying to contemplate his options. But eventually, he looked up again and nodded. “Okay.”

You smiled slightly, ushering him towards the bathroom before you looked back at your husband, who was left cleaning the mess up.

—

Later, when you watched your son sleeping in his little bed from the doorway, you felt a slight gust of air as Morpheus appeared to your side again. You smiled at him and whispered, “You’re good at making up stories. I think he’ll be much more willing to take baths in the future.”

He shook his head, his eyes fixed on your son. “I merely spoke the truth.”

You frowned. “Really?”

He turned towards you slightly. “Yes. Well, maybe I dramatised it a little, but much of it was true. Even stars need to be born anew sometimes. They too resist, hang on, but ultimately they yield and give way to new stars. Just like our son did.”

You nodded and let yourself lean against him slightly. "I’ll admit, I was starting to lose hope there for a moment. I didn’t think anything could convince him to take a bath, let alone willingly. He certainly takes after both of us. I thought I'd never tire him out, but you…” you murmured and looked at him. “You have a way with him. Maybe I should let you handle all the tantrums from now on."

Morpheus pushed you away slightly, tracing his fingers against your bare arm. "I would handle them all, if you so wished," he whispered. "But I believe Aridus needs you as much as he needs me. You are his anchor to both worlds. Without you, he might wander too far in the night."

You smiled a little at that. Morpheus certainly knew his way through words, it was in his nature, in how he was created, sure, but you felt like he had learned a thing or two from love since he fell in love with you all those centuries ago.

You sighed, looking at your sleeping son. “He seems to like wandering. He has told me so many times he wants to be just like you, and I don’t know how to tell him that it isn’t possible.”

Morpheus was quiet for a moment, running his hand up and down your arm. “He must learn to walk in both worlds because when the time comes… Waking world may call out to him. In any case, balance is essential. And he must learn to control and thrive, whatever his place will end up being.”

You swallowed, remembering that once your son grows up, he may only be able to visit you at night. You’d watch him grow old year by year, and only get him back once he dies. Which will take centuries, if not even millennials with his Endless blood. And even then, he may choose the Land of the Dead if he has loved ones there. But Morpheus made it sound… like it was natural. Which it of course was, you reminded yourself. “You make it sound so simple. That it will be simple to accept it.”

"Simple, no. But necessary, yes." His hand stilled on your arm.. "And you, my love, have always excelled at guiding him in ways I cannot."

You were quiet for a moment again. “I just don’t want him to grow up so fast.”

He was quiet for a moment too, taking in a deep breath. “I wish he did not grow so fast either. But moments like these, they will linger. Forever, if necessary. We need not fear losing him.”

You nodded, finally closing the door and following Morpheus towards the throne room. “I guess I should just remember he’s going to be a half-deity like you. And that hopefully he’s going to make the world a better place.”

Morpheus turned to look at you, taking your hands in his. “He will have both of us with him when he enters the Waking world, and be more than us. He will be a dream, but also a heartbeat. And that, my love, is his gift.”

You swallowed, but then closed your eyes and dropped your face towards the floor. “I know. As long as he has both of us in him, he’ll be alright.”

Morpheus cupped your cheek, tilting your head to look at him again. “He will thrive. He will flourish in ways we cannot yet even imagine.”

You nodded, glancing back towards Aridus’s room and then you turned back to Morpheus. “I love you.”

His smile appeared again, an expression only reserved for you before he kissed your forehead. “And I, you. Always.”

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[fandomnerd9602]

Can we get a Dc death x reader

Death and Y/N talk things over a cup of coffee in a diner…

Death: it is so lovely having someone to talk to

Y/N: I never knew Death could be so beautiful

Death giggles…

Y/N: I wish we could talk forever

Death: how about this, every time you come to this diner, I’ll be there.

Y/N: it’s a deal

Death gently kisses Y/N on the cheek and departs thru the mist…

Gif belongs to @silveryinkystar

[headcaasefiction]

I decided that I wanted to make my own Kinktober list for this year! I've finished 5 so far and mapped out pairings and summaries for the rest. All of these will be exclusively characterxREADER fics. I'm hoping I finish most, or all of them, but if I don't I'll just roll them out as one-shots in the following months.

I'll be writing for a few different fandoms: One Piece, Supernatural, The Sandman, Stranger Things, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

If you want to use my list and you write/draw for any of those fandoms, make sure to tag me, I'd love to read them or see your art!

Here's a list of the pairings I'll be writing for:

Day 1: Dean Winchester/Reader (Supernatural) Day 2: Dean Winchester/Reader (Supernatural) Day 3: Shanks/Benn/Reader (One Piece) Day 4: Mihawk/Reader (One Piece) Day 5: Sanji/Reader (One Piece) Day 6: Mihawk/Doflamingo/Reader (One Piece) Day 7: Cross Guild (mostly Mihawk)/Reader (One Piece) Day 8: Spike/Reader (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) Day 9: Demon!Dean/Reader (Supernatural) Day 10: Morpheus (Dream)/Reader (The Sandman) Day 11: Sanji/Reader (One Piece) Day 12: Zoro/Reader (One Piece) Day 13: Sanji/Reader (One Piece) Day 14: Eddie/Reader (Stranger Things) Day 15: Doflamingo/Reader (One Piece) Day 16: Sanji/Robin/Reader (One Piece) Day 17: Shanks/Mihawk/Reader (One Piece) Day 18: Eddie/Reader (Stranger Things) Day 19: Shanks/Benn/Reader (One Piece) Day 20: Shanks/Mihawk/Reader (One Piece) Day 21: Shanks/Mihawk/Reader (One Piece) Day 22: Shanks/Reader (One Piece) Day 23: Mihawk/Reader (One Piece) Day 24: Doflamingo/Reader (One Piece) Day 25: Sanji/Reader (One Piece) Day 26: Morpheus(Dream)/Reader (The Sandman) Day 27: Angel/Reader (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) Day 28: Sam Winchester/Reader (Supernatural) Day 29: Shanks/Benn/Reader (One Piece) Day 30: Mihawk/Reader (One Piece) Day 31: Dean/Sam/Reader (Supernatural)

Happy writing everyone! Can't wait to see what everyone creates this year!

[meadowziplines]

chronically ill dream wingfic snippet

which had 10 whole votes and thus at least 10 sentences needed, as per the poll I ran a bit ago ~

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Dream wakes pressed against a warm body, face on Hob's shoulder. Dimly he remembers Hob carrying his bag, one hand on Dream's shoulder, to Hob's car. He blinks. Last night, he was in agony, took pain meds, and fatigue crashed. He struggles to remember whose place they went to. 

"Hullo, dove," Hob says, and Dream blinks, then winces at the soft light. "how are you feeling?" 

Dream spreads his wings, knowing he will have to stretch them before binding them against his back. 

Wait.

Spreads his wings?

"They're so lovely," Hob murmurs. 

Dream twists out of Hob's gasp, nearly falling off the bed. They're in Hob's flat, and Hob knows he has wings, and his mind spins more than when he falls while flying, or when he stands amid dizzy fog. Hob knows he has wings. Hob knows. And – hasn't done anything about it? Has not hurt them. Hasn't hurt Dream. If they're spread, he unbound them last night without remembering. Hob knows. And hasn't –

"Easy," Hob exclaims, grabbing Dream's shoulder to keep him on the bed. "Sorry, touchy subject?" 

Dream stares at him, tongue-tied.

"Um, as to why we're in the same bed, you got huggy, and it was nice, so I just let it happen," Hob continued. "Are you feeling okay?" 

"I. I do not…" Dream starts, and then stops. "I – it." 

His mind is still foggy and another person knows about his wings and hasn't tried to hurt or steal them (like Jessamy's her wings are gone he stole them she no that topic is not allowed no – ) and his worldview has tilted slightly and he's really not awake, to boot. If he could do so on command and it wouldn't freak Hob out, Dream thinks he might faint now, just to check out from the situation and overwhelm. 

Hob is just watching him, waiting for him to find words, fondness writ across his face and making it soft in the sunlight flowing through the window blind. He's really quite lovely like this, all gold and brown and umber, and Dream –

"I do not know how to answer that," he finally mumbles. 

[gabessquishytum]

https://www.tumblr.com/intolunarorbit/751488123902574592/010-just-beat-the-shit-out-of-me-instead

Hob @ Dream

This is SO real I think Dream would rather be flayed alive than have any kind of emotional confrontation with himself.

Hob is trying to take the positives from the situation: Dream safeworded within 30 seconds of a self-compassion exercise, but AT LEAST HE USED HIS SAFEWORD, RIGHT?

[strryo]

[starsandaces24]

i love imagining Desire and Despair (wow, that sounds wrong out of context) calling each other up about the boys.

Despair, sitting on a couch in her mirror dimension and twirling the phone cord around her finger like every gossiping teenager in a movie: sibling! Edwin is stewing in his thoughts for the second time today! honestly, this is getting unhealthy.

Desire, hanging off their couch: ooh, you don't even want to know what Charles is thinking about! that's a lie, you /need/ to know where his daydreams are going.

[writing-for-life]

Dream—Streetcar Desire