#desire x corinthian

[zorawitch]

Dont know that anyone is going to care but...

i honestly cannot pick because all of these were and are labors of love and if i make a few of you decide for me, i can work on my other fics in the meantime.

[gabessquishytum]

So since there's no official Kinktober this year, I thought it would be fun to put together a few unofficial prompts for some Sandman shenanigans. Whatever pairing you'd like to do, whatever prompts you'd like to choose - even if it's only one of them, or all of them - it's completely up to you! This is really meant as a little inspiration in the hope that the wonderful Sandman community will create some fun and kinky content! Please feel free to reblog this - and it would be lovely if we could tag stuff with #Sandmankinktober to share the debauchery, too!

[killocal]

I feel that desire and the Corinthian have a lot of similarities

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

pt II sandman but i've never watched or read it

It's happening again I'm being kidnapped again there's no hope left for me god I'm so in love with Dream he's such a cutiepie uh right this post okay. I'm uh the Good Omens Mascot and I'm losing my mind here have part two based on whatever I have understood from y'all's replies to my first post.

It's Neil's baby and a lot of amazing artists are involved. One of whom made Dream look like a gooey pile of sad adorableness in volume 1.

Dream is a sad wet lonely repressed cat of a man. No I do not have one type.

There's this dude whom I think is named the Corinthian. He's a dream (but not Dream) and he can see things.

His eyes are mouths and his teeth are apparently Very White and any dental hygienist would orgasm at the sight.

Dream was kept prisoner for a century. Where? I don't fucking know. Why? I don't fucking know. How? Er there was some kind of. Glass (?) case.

There's a sleeping sickness while he's gone coz things got weird.

His raven is killed by someone and maybe he should have forgiven him but he could not.

Something happens at the end of Volume 7 that people need to recover from.

There's someone with glasses who keeps telling Dream stuff and they're Very Important and I have no fucking clue who they are.

There's someone named Freddie and people are feral for him and I don't know who he is.

Dream is just constantly on the verge of tears. Always. Just fucking always. Poor baby.

Sandman more like Sadman amirite.

He thinks everything ever is his fault. Mood.

EVERYONE KEEPS REASSURING ME THERE IS NO CANONICAL INCEST BUT APPARENTLY BOTH DREAM AND DESIRE HAVE SEXUAL TENSION WITH EVERYONE INCLUDING THEIR FAMILY AND EACH OTHER AND THEY ARE SIBLINGS AND AAAAAAAAA.

The family is Endless btw and I don't know what that means but they are.

Dream has a boyfriend (long distance? idk they keep meeting each other every 100 years) named after a cooking stove who calls Dream out for being lonely and Dream doesn't like that and they fight and then they go into the rain etc etc.

Hob is immortal because he does not want to die and he is convinced that humans only die because they uh think there's no other option. It's giving just think positive thoughts.

Dream almost stands him up but then doesn't some bar is moved.

There are keys to Hell and Dream doesn't know what to do with them.

There are tools and they make you weak.

Desire has all the genders.

I am apparently exactly like Delirium.

Dream is a sad wet cat at one point and then he turns into a shadowy being with cute bright eyes.

Dream is fucking pretty in every single fucking century like oh my fuckING GOD I AM SO GAY

Tom Sturridge (?) is Dream's actor and he has chemistry with everyone on screen apparently which leads to incest vibes

There's some kind of fucking Grape Incest scene

Despair is played by Mrs Sandwich

Death is kind and cuddles a dead baby at one point

It's gay but I do not know HOW it is gay but I am assured it is Gay

Er. Feel free to correct me.

[lazycats-stuff]

Main Masterlist

Sandman (Netflix)

Sandman (Morpheus)

The Corinthian

Lucifer

Desire

DC

Bruce Wayne

Damian Wayne

Tim Drake

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Batfamily - adult reader and Batfamily - child/teen

Clark Kent

Ra's Al Ghul

COD MWII

Poly/Platonic/Monogamous 141 and Los Vaqueros

Series/Multichapter

The New Heir

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12

[soft-potatoe]

sandman characters + reductress headlines:

(please excuse the shitty quality i made this on like 2 hours sleep)

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: The Sandman (comics vs TV show)

Sample Size: 1,301 (comics); 4,048 (TV show)

Source: AO3

NOTE: Do not compare colors between charts

[morpheusbaby3]

Morpheus telling Lucienne about the problems he has been through:

[fowjiyo]

Characters Sandman as text posts

[tampire]

Corintheus speaks to Unity and Desire

[plethora-of-imagines]

Endearments they Call You

Dream/Morpheus:

Little dreamer/little one, he would never admit to it but he does have a bit of a fixation on how you are so much "smaller" than him. He's a personification of a concept, anyone other than his siblings is "smaller" than him. But you're his special dreamer, one he aims to serve, please and protect more than any other.

My nightmare, he only dares call you this spontaneously once when you are angry on his behalf. The poor reaction you have at first teaches him not to call you this without a clear sign of affection. You're only human so it doesn't have the same fond connotations to you as it does him. Slowly you are growing to understand it is meant with love

Precious one, of course he calls you precious. It's practically your name in his mind.

Beloved, a more formal nickname that he uses in front of visitors to the realm or when he does not want to show the full extend of his adoration to others around you

Starlight, this nickname is from how you light up his life. He so often has stars in his eyes when he looks at you, what he considers to be a reflection of what he sees when he looks at you

Desire:

Sweetness, you are far too sweet. Always asking Desire what they want. How could they resist calling you what you are.

Pet, you’re a cherished pet to Desire. They are called Desire as that is their function, so it only makes sense to call their pet, pet.

My heart, it's a sappy nickname that Desire tries not to use too often. But you hold the metaphorical heart of theirs in your continued existence.

Kitten, you are their kitten, duh. 

Corinthian:

Sweetheart, this nightmare may never have been made in the south but you still can't take the southern out of him. It's a classic nickname but not one exclusive to you.

Little morsel, its playful and one he only ever calls you. He wouldn't actually eat you up, but he loves to tease about doing so. 

Daydream, saved for the most sentimental of moments. He's almost embarrassed when he lets it slip past his lips. The rarest one to hear from him. He could almost be called shy about it.

[zorawitch]

new chapter! reuploaded finale of the des/cori saga

[windsweptinred]

[seiya-starsniper]

🫵 I'm giving you the same ask I gave softest-punk

Desire-Hob-Cori

How would you right this chaos fueled crackship?

Anon I have legit thought of nothing but this ask all day. I was actually counting down the minutes until I could leave the office so I could write this for you. What an honor to receive on the first day of Pride. 💖

For those unfamiliar, here's the original ask and fill from @softest-punk [Click Here].

Dedicating this prompt to @aquilathefighter @the-cloudy-dreamer and @honeyteacakes for helping me with this brainworm. And to @gil212 and @lyriclorelei for the puns.

I present to you, Desire x Hob x Corinthian at Drag Brunch~

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“I thought,” Desire quips over a bright pink drink, “you said there would be entertainment.”

“The show hasn’t started yet,” Hob replies. “We’re eating first. And drinking,” he adds, holding up his own yellow slushy concoction. 

“Speak for yourself,” the Corinthian interjects from across the table. “I’ve got a great view in front of me.”

“Flatterer,” Desire rolls their eyes but Hob can feel them preening from beside him. 

“View’s not bad from here either,” Hob says, wrapping an arm around Desire’s waist and planting a kiss on a well sculpted cheek. He shoots the Corinthian a wink too, just for good measure.

“Disgusting,” Desire sighs, even as they lean into Hob’s shoulder.

It’s another 15 minutes before the pub dims their lights, and the host who’d seated them announces that the show is starting soon. Desire still seems skeptical of the whole thing, but they hum and settle against Hob, resting one immaculately manicured hand against the table, an open invitation that the Corinthian takes.

“And now!” the host yells into the microphone. “Please welcome our first queen, Amanda Fallfor!”

A familiar violin trill makes its way across the room, soft at first, and as the vocals begin, Amanda strides into the room, dressed in a hot pink evening gown and matching feather boa wrapped around her shoulders. She glides effortlessly around the room, wrapping the boa around some necks, and batting her large eyelashes dramatically. Many of the patrons swoon after her, miming a phone call with their hands. 

“Her eyebrows aren’t blocked properly,” Desire tuts under their breath so only Hob (and the Corinthian probably, he’s got very good ears) can hear. “You can see her natural eyebrows from outside the pub. One of them is bigger than the other.”

“Be nice,” Hob mutters, trying not to look disapproving while Amanda is wrapping up her performance of Call Me Maybe. 

“That was not part of our deal,” Desire replies. “But fine. The pink suits her. Happy?”

“Everyone’s a critic,” the Corinthian chuckles. “She’s got nice eyes.”

Hob snorts. “You would notice that,” he says.

As Amanda makes her exit, the waitstaff come around to collect their food, and take new drink orders. Desire and Cori order more slushies, but Hob’s the one who drove today, so he settles on water instead. 

“Next, please welcome Vulva Cano!” the pub host announces.  

“How crass,” Desire tuts. 

“I like it,” the Corinthian grins. 

“You better not, or you’re sleeping on the couch,” Desire says testily. 

“Are you jealous, Desire?” Hob asks, not bothering to hide the glee in his voice. 

“Of that awful outfit?” Desire says as Vulva appears in a bright orange and yellow bodysuit. “Never.”

The rest of the show passes in a similar fashion, with Desire nitpicking everything on the performers from their makeup to how they walk in their absurdly high heels. Hob thinks Desire would be an absolutely ruthless judge on RuPaul and decides to add it to his ever growing list of human experiences to introduce his otherworldly lovers to.

“Ugh, why perform Margaritaville if your name is Mimosa Thyme?” Desire complains of the last performer.

“Pretty sure it’s for the bit, love,” Hob chuckles. “Admit it, you had fun.”

“I would’ve had more fun in our bed,” Desire purrs, nuzzling into Hob’s neck.  

“I bet you’d absolutely smoke the rest of them if you were up there, baby,” the Corinthian says, grinning predatorily. Hob shoots him a withering look. They both know Desire can’t resist a chance to show off.

Predictably, Desire perks up. “You’re absolutely right darling. Be right back.”

“You,” Hob sighs fondly at the blonde, “are a menace. Both of you.”

“Aww Hobsie, you know you wanna see it too,” the Corinthian replies. “You know the sex is better when they’re riled up first.”

Hob has no rebuttal so he stays quiet. The Corinthian stands up and takes Desire’s vacated seat, wrapping his arms around Hob’s waist possessively. 

Before long, they hear the echo of the host once more.

“We have a surprise performer on the docket today! Everyone give it up for Endless Desire!”

Well, Hob thinks as the lights dim once more. At least they have the best seats in the house.

[immacaria]

Fluffbruary: February 3 - Coast

Tags: Outsider’s POV; retired!Dream au (kinda); Canon Divergence; Fluff; 

  There is a little house at the coast, on top of a cliff and the people say that there lives an old witch and his companion. They live their lives quietly, keeping most to themselves, and go down to the village when they really need to. They are good neighbours, friendly with the kids, respectful with the others and, when someone needs help, their door is open all the time for everyone, tea waiting at the table and biscuits in the oven.

  One of them, the witch, is tall and pale, lean muscles covering his bones and blue eyes that seem to know anyone's secrets. He says his name is Dream Gadling, a joke he and his siblings had that had gone too far, but more than once the villagers saw strangers call him Lord Morpheus, Oneiros, Lord Shaper and Dream of the Endless. He is strange, but he is kind and his stories help to keep the kids' eyes shining and their laughs loud.

  The other one, the companion, is smaller than the witch, but his shoulders are broader and darker than him. His eyes are brown and warmer like honey, surrounded by crinkles that appear every time he smiles. If you ask him for his name, he will say it's Robert Gadling, but insist you call him only Robby because Robert was my father, only the witch called him Hob and their strange visitors called him Hope.

  No one really knows when or why they arrived at the shore. One day they weren't there and the other they just appeared, no explanations, no trucks being unloaded. They had just popped into the abandoned house and never left.

  Not that the village minds. They are a happy old couple who like to walk on the coast, hand in hand, and tend to the massive garden around their house. It was not unusual to see them walking on the sand, Hob leaning down every now and then to collect seashells and look at particularly interesting whirls of sand and Dream looking out to the sea, eyes closing when the wind surrounded him as if kissing his flushed cheeks. 

  The people they once helped, the teenagers they welcomed into their home say they are kind and love each other very much. It’s visible in the way they look at each other when they think the other doesn’t notice, the fond look on their eyes that tell them they passed through a lot together and still came out on the other side together and in love. In the way they treat each other, almost as if they know what goes in the other’s mind without having to ask. In this way they are never too far apart from each other, a touch away from each other all the time. 

  Even when Dream is watering the plants, Hob sitting down in one of the garden’s benches, they don’t look apart from each other, eyes crossing every few minutes. They are the type of couple that always knows where the other is without having to search, the one who spent so many years together that they know every quirk, every sound, every breath the other makes. The type of couple that almost doesn’t exist anymore, the type that stuck together through everything and now is simply looking for a quiet place to rest. 

  Sometimes, when life goes too quiet, strange visitors appear at the village, looking for the witch and his companion. Too tall women and men with teeth in the place of the eyes parade through the village, following the unpaved road that led straight to their house. They, like the ones they visit, are gentle with the villagers, not minding the questions only small children have the courage to ask. 

  “Are you a fairy?” Young John asks the dark woman with pointy ears and a raven on her shoulder. The woman smiles and nods, patting him in the head before following the road to where Dream waits for her. At night, sweets and a book full of fairy stories appears in his room without anyone putting them there. 

  “Can you see with those teeth?” Young Amelia says to the blonde man with teeth for eyes when his sunglasses fall one morning. 

  “I can,” the man says, hands stopping in the middle way of putting his sunglasses on. 

  “Don’t they hurt?” Amelia says, her little hand coming up to caress his cheek. 

  “No, I was made like this,” he whispers, voice almost too soft and eyes closed for a moment. “Are you not afraid of me, little girl?” 

  “No, not really,” She shrugs and, in a bold movement, kisses his forehead and smiles before adding: “I think you are beautiful and kind, actually,” the strange man stares at her for a moment before smiling and nodding, putting his glasses back on and getting up. 

  “You are kind, little girl, never change,” he says and leaves, a smile on his face as he walks to the old house on the top of the cliff. From that day and on, all the nightmares Amelia has weren't truly scary, but rather comforting and gentle. 

  “What are you?” Young Adam inquires one time, eyebrows furrowed and looking up to the new visitor. The person in front of him is tall and could be mistaken for a man and a woman at the same time. “Woman or man?” 

  “Both, none, woman, man or whatever you think I am, boy,” they say, golden eyes staring at him as they kneel in front of me. “What do you think I am, young Adam?” 

  “Beautiful as fuck,” He says and the being’s laugh could be heard minutes after they went away, the shock of Adam’s parents forever engraved on their memories. When Adam grows up, his beauty is unmatched and almost everything he desires he conquers.

  There are ones that appear more than others, like the little being with colourful hair that talks alone and appears like a different person every time or the tall, albino man with long clothes or the women with pointy ears and the black women with an ankh around her neck and black clothes. Still, most of the time, it is just the two of them, together in that big house on the top of the cliff, and living one day after the other happy and in peace.

[tarotoftheendless]

Sandman Ships

Ok, so since the first season dropped on Netflix there as been a lot of Dream of the Endless love especially with how absolutely gorgeous they made him look thanks to Tom Sturridge already being a beautiful man. And Tom has knack for coming into his projects and serving absolute cunt... and depending on the project, he comes in, serves cunt, has sexual chemistry with everyone, and then either leaves or even just straight up dies. That's Tom for you.

And it wasn't any different in The Sandman. He comes in, serves cunt, looks hella tortured and sad, and then tries to be all dominating when he is in fact just an absolute cinnamon roll that needs a hug and or a decent fuck. Over a hundred years in a glass bowl will make one both touch adverse but also touch starved, so...

Anyway, there are a couple ships that I do get, one ship that I get but is controversial and then a ship I don't get at all because they had no chemistry at all.

First and foremost, Hob Gadling and Dream. This whole friendship is queer-coded. They have a meet cute, a curiosity about one another, flirting, denial, reconnection... it was so romantic it's ridiculous. So, yeah, I am on the Dreamling train for sure. The way they look at each other, the way Hob was super jealous when Dream left him to go fuck Shakespeare (you absolutely know that Dream fucked Shakespeare to "inspire" him), the way Hob came to Dream's defense when 1789 Johanna Constantine came with her men with demands, the way Hob tried to bring up the fact that Dream is lonely, the way Hob looked so sad when he realized he got stood up, the way his eyes lit up when Dream finally came. Yeah, Hob is head over heals in love with Dream. Dream might need some convincing, but he is intrigued and curious about Hob in a way that he can't quite put his finger on but it is not just friendship.

I am still mad that because Dream was captured that we lost out on seeing 1989 Dream... he would've been so goth and hot it would've been criminal. I hope they do an 1980's thing in the show at some point so we can see Tom go all out in a 1980's look and the goth/metal look from that era. Tom would look so good and Hob would just die for it like the rest of us.

The other ship I see with Dream is actually modern Johanna Constantine. I don't see many people talk about their chemistry here on Tumblr but I have seen a few fanfics on AO3, so, some people agree with me. Just the way they spoke to each other, how close they stood to each other, some lingering looks. Johanna is bisexual too, so, I see it. Their chemistry was off the charts. Also, he actually listens to her when she calls him out on his bullshit. She actually gets through to him a bit, it seems, you know. A sign of respect, which all good relationships need, romantic/sexual or not, to be a halfway decent relationship.

Now the controversial one; Dream and Desire. Yeah, yeah. They're siblings. I know. They still had chemistry. Dream pulling their head back? Yeah, that was hot. And they are literally more than gods. If the gods of mythology and lore are always marrying family members, why would more than gods beings not sometimes partake in relations with their own relations? They aren't human and therefore are not bound by the same laws and rules and morals as us humans are. I am not trying to make a case or an excuse for incest as a whole, because I am not, incest is bad, but I am saying that beings that aren't human might not view incest the same as we do when it comes to other beings that are like them.

I have not read the comics fully, but apparently Desire used to be Dream's favorite, like they used to be close, whatever that looked like... and then Dream got with someone and Desire started to fuck with Dream's love life... as far as I know the comics never say how Desire was Dream's favorite, but would it be completely out of left field if they had been romantic at one time? Dreams and desires have very similar functions, they as concepts work well with one another, so, it wouldn't surprise me is Dream and Desire had been intimate once upon a time... and that would explain why Dream and Desire had a falling out after Dream started to pull away and explore other romantic interests. It is just a thought. Like I said, I have not read all the comics yet.

The one ship I do not see and will never see is The Corinthian and Dream. Yes, Dream is a dark and brooding goth twink (I know the term is outdated, but if there is another term I could use to describe him better, please let me know) and then we have our charismatic Southern hospitable gay serial killer man that is one of Dream's own creations, a nightmare... and Dream is the Dreaming and if the dreams and nightmares are Dream's creations and of the Dreaming and Dream is the Dreaming... then this would be narcissistic... though we all know Dream is sort of self important... and Cori (I'm just gonna call him that for simplicity sake), is also very much in his "but what about what I want?" era... so, both have those narcissistic tendencies, but Cori is so fed up with Dream I don't see this ever being romantic or sexual. I didn't see the chemistry, it wasn't there. It is more of a parent child relationship. And whereas I don't agree with Cori going out and inspiring a literally army of serial killers, he is very much like a millennial older child trying to talk to their boomer parent about their own toxicity. Cori is disillusioned with Dream and the way he runs things in the Dreaming. Dream is cold, unfeeling, too focused on the status quo and Cori wants to change all that. This relationship never came off as sexual or romantic, I'm sorry. All the Corintheus shippers out there, I'm sorry, but I don't buy it or see it. maybe the comics it was more prominent but Tom and Boyd didn't play it like that. I know Tom tends to have sexual chemistry with almost every costar he has ever had, but Boyd was/is not one of them.

Anyway, that's all the ships that I have seen in The Sandman show and then the one that other people saw that I just don't see at all. What do ya'll think?