#dream of maggots

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

the sandman but i've never read or watched it

Hello this is the Good Omens Mascot and I am currently being kidnapped again. Into the Sandman fandom. Forcibly. Brutally. By several people. There will be bloodshed. There will be livestreams, probably, when I watch the show. My struggle is Endless and I can only Dream of an escape (I'm hilarious). But before I watch it, I'm legally obligated to make this post. Soooo... here goes, based on like two edits on YT I watched:

@neil-gaiman created it. Of this at least I am sure.

There is Dream/Morpheus, and he is a sad wet cat of a man.

He has a sister Delirium, and apparently I remind everyone of her. This concerns me. Also, she used to be Delight.

I am not sure what these people are but they are Endless.

I'll tell you what's Endless, it's my gayness, because MY GOD, Dream is beautiful.

The sad wet cat of a man has a friend (/homoerotic) named Hob.

Hob is also a sad wet cat of a man.

Dream has a raven. The raven dies.

Someone is blamed. But Dream says it's his own fault.

Dream's family thinks he's deserted them. Dream also thinks this is his own fault.

I'm started to think Dream maybe has some repressed trauma.

Despair and Desire look gay for each other. Or they're siblings. Idk. Despair was in Dead Boy Detectives. That I do know, because FUCK YEAH DBDA.

Death exists, and she's kind. I think. She was also in DBDA.

It's gay. This I am assured of.

What's gay? Who's gay? I don't fucking know. But it's gay.

Did I mention I'm gay? Because god I'm now a sucker for yet another sad pathetic wet cat of a twink.

There's someone with glasses who tells Dream stuff. idk who they are but they seem important. So uh. They exist.

Dream cares a lot. But he Hides It Behind A Facade.

Did I mention he's fucking pretty?

...Please don't kill me Sandman fandom I was kidnapped here I swear I'm innocent.

[plusie]

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Someone’s tooth fell out and instantly turned into a maggot. He put it back into his mouth and continued talking.

[ask-morpho-knight]

So is it fair to say that the siblings aren’t on the best of terms (going off the ask on Yomi)?

[illmoraineakoi]

Pale King: Would you be a Dreamer?

Unn: No.

Pale King: ...BUT YOU ALREADY FUCKING SLEEP SO MUCH?!?!

[spiderslvts]

some new tags ?? some new tags !! + affiliate tags :]

  .   🕸️  HOW   OUT   OF   HAND   IT’S   GOTTEN       ╱     ooc.

  .   🕸️  MY   FLESH   IS   LACED   WITH   SUGAR   AND   MAGGOTS       ╱     asks.

  .   🕸️  YOU   SAY   YOU   MISS   ME    (  I’M   RIGHT   HERE  )       ╱     starters.

  .   🕸️  WITH   PINK   EYESHADOW   AND   A   SOBBING   PRAYER       ╱     isms.

  .   🕸️  ANYTHING   COULD   BE   HOLY   UNDER   NEON  LIGHTS       ╱     visage.

  .   🕸️  DO   YOU   FEEL   THE   EYES   OVER   YOUR   BODY   STILL?       ╱     promo.

  .   🕸️  TO   SWEETLY   MELT   IN   SIN       ╱     rp memes.

  .   🕸️  I   DRINK   ;   I   BURN   ;   I   SHATTER   MY   OWN   DREAMS       ╱     open starter.

  .   🕸️  YOUR   FISH   HOOK   IN   MY   MOUTH       ╱     crack.

  .   🕸️  EATEN   IN   PIECES   ;   NOT   MEANT   TO   BE    KNOWN   WHOLE       ╱     ic.

  .   🕸️  I   BELIEVE   YOU   LIKE   A    BEATEN   DOG       ╱     dash games.

  .   🕸️  I   WILL   NEVER   BE   FORGIVEN   FOR   WANTING       ╱     affiliates.

  .   🕸️  KISS   ME   WITH   MY   BLOOD   BETWEEN   YOUR   TEETH       ╱     ships.

  .   🕸️  TO   BE   LOOKED   AT    &.   NEVER   SEEN       ╱     art.

  .   🕸️  TOUCHED   DOWN   TO   THE   DELICATE   BONES       ╱     poetry.

  .   🕷  |   IN  NEON  LIGHTS     ╱     canon &. main verse.

  .   🕷  |   THE  CALL  OF  THE  ANGELS     ╱     overlord verse.

  .   🕷  |   FEATHER  BOAS  AND  GLITTER     ╱     70’s verse. (ft. sirserpentine)

  .   🕷  |   OVERSEER  OF  HELL     ╱     zestial’s employee verse (ft. zestials)

  .   🕷  |   GOOD  OLD  FASHIONED  LOVER  BOY     ╱     human verse.

  .   🕷  |   LACED  WITH  BELLADONNA     ╱     lost twins verse (ft. spyderdust)

  .   ♡  DO  YOU  LIKE  THE  SHOW ?  ARE  YOU  TIRED  OF  IT ?     ╱     videoaux.

  .   ♡  THE  LAST  SHRED  OF  TRUTH  IN  THE  LOST  MYTH  OF  TRUE  LOVE     ╱     hellsbroadcaster.

  .   ♡  I  COULD  NEVER  DEFINE  ALL  THAT  YOU  ARE  TO  ME     ╱     r-adio.

  .   ♡  BUT  I’D  NEVER  SAY  I  LOVE  YOU  JUST  TO  HEAR  YOU  SAY  IT  BACK     ╱     sirserpentine.

  .   ♡  I’M  PUT  TO  AWE  SOMETHING  SO  FLAWED  AND  FREE     ╱     dark-ambition.

  .   ♡  YOUR  BEAUTY  NEVER  EVER  SCARED  ME     ╱     gamblins.

  .   ♡  THE  FEAR  OF  THE  UNKNOWN  /  THE  FACE  IN  MONOCHROME     ╱     zestials.

  .   ♡  YOU  HATE  THE  APPLAUSE  /  YOU  CRAVE  THE  ATTENTION     ╱     xluciifer.

  .   ♡  BUT  YOU’RE  HOLDING  ME  LIKE  WATER  IN  YOUR  HANDS     ╱     oriiginis.

[cyberm0sh]

every time i hear the bridge of this song i need to literally stop what i am doing and just stare into the void. to be trans is to be your own pall bearer. internal screaming.

[preventthetoast]

Odd Dream About Being Infested With Maggots And Other Bugs

had the strangest dream last night. I dreamt that there was this swelling on my leg the exact same size and shape as a breast. it was red like a patch of skin scratched too much, and where the nipple would be was a circle scabbed over skin. under this skin was apparently maggots, but they weren't maggots, they where wasp larvae, but lets go with it. apparently, it would hurt very much if I left them to metamorphosis, but I did anyway because I didn't want to kill them. when they did metamorphosis, it just itched very hard, like being poked around in with a scalpel while numbed. however, out of the hole they made came a bunch of other bugs. specifically a lot of lice, nematodes, centipedes, and inexplicably cockroaches. the nematodes, I remember looked like paper printouts of images of nematodes in Petri dishes cut out to look like worms. I recall my eyelash mites fighting these things away. the notable things beyond the story are: that this was mostly a good dream, not that other stuff happened, but that I liked this situation; that the only bad thing was that I was mildly upset that there where bugs on my bed but I just brushed them off like crumbs; and that like I always do in my dreams that are supernatural, I looked into wikipedia in my brain for information, but it didn't effect anything because myiasis is real. usually when I look stuff up in my dream, it starts my dream being lucid(ish)

[thetalamhclisteach]

Too much rest for the wicked.

For more that ten days at this point I have been struggling to awaken from slumber and this has become increasingly bothersome and intrusive upon my usual schedule of disgusting disappointments. Worse still, while trapped within the unadministered faculties of my own vapid neural lipid blob space I have been thrown into a number of disturbing mental scenarios and decidedly undesirable “dreams” (nightmares) for the sake of no carcass in particular.

I am not, yet once I indubitably am a guest at some sort of well-to-do yet undoubtedly second-rate hotel establishment with walls of cheap taught paper and unoriginal prints claiming to decorate the vacant halls. My place in this languid location rather than my own sullen abode is soon readily made known to me once I “recall” the presence of the worms. The worms made their first appearance within a traditional wall-mounted telephone, wherein worms seemed to wave to and fro in all of its many holes and cracks. The wires connecting electric appliances also appears to be significantly thicker, suggesting a constant system of worms. From this I concluded either that worms had been found out for their unknown richness in electric conductivity and had thus been put in place rather than metal wiring or that worms had become attracted to technology and electrically charged regions. The latter would seem more viable in light of later information as I saw lighting fixtures and wall-mounted television screens being inhabited by swarms of teaming worms.

While the dialectic usage of “worm” may depict a very particular vision in one’s mind, that being a limbless invertebrate like an earthworm, in the sense that “worm” was utilized here suggests that it was being used to describe many creatures from maggots to millipedes, their true commonality being shown in their shared unusual behavior. The whole of our modern digital world seemed to be infested with the essence of the worm, wherein the more elevated symbols of our contemporary advancements were being used instead as barracks for an oncoming wormpocalypse. Or, the wormpocalypse as it was to already be seen.

Down the sickly pale hall and two lefts to the right, what lay before me appeared to be the remains of (my mind meat’s vague approximation of) an American folk musician. All about his grotesque form writhed a myriad of worms doing away with his flesh, his body posed in such a way to suggest that he had merely been lazing away calmly rather than being violently overwhelmed by the incursion of worms hungry to feast. In this sight I now recognized the reality of the worm of the worlds, how the many vessels of man were being rendered disassembled by endless tides of the worm who had taken up residence in all of their technology. And still I considered if it had been man who had installed the worms, knowing not of the eventual folly of this choice.

Contrary to unpopular disbelief, I still inhabit the waking hours when the gaze of the burning sky is brought unto the crust and the green warmth of the world is felt dearly. I look into the pots of my many nurtured plants, I look into the dank plastic pit suitable for refuse, I look into the sweetest and most tender of all good seasons’ fruits. Worms. Worms have made themselves into all of these things I say, this I have observed. I often regard dreams and nightmares as reflections of our own surface level contemporary anxieties contacting and concocting among our bathic sensibilities which rest deep within our psyche. I think these things verily, so then what of the worms? Have I been rendered a scion of the worm of the worlds?

[ghostoffuturespast]

Thanks for the tag @therealnightcity!

Snippet from the next chapter of So It Goes that I'm working on:

The gun slid slick in her hands, trigger finger sticky as the dirt turned into mud with the sweat on her palms. The stained spots that’d never wash out. Boots squelched through the trenches and struggled to find traction in the muck; to her left, to her right, ahead, behind. Six feet underneath. The tanks weren't faring much better on their tracks, the weight of them sinking into the mire as they trampled dead trees and bloated bodies into the razed jungle underbrush.

It had rained all week. Rained, and rained, and rained. The land attempting to quench its thirst. Trying to wash away the destruction. Hide the blood. But it had stopped this morning, dawn and the clouds holding a moment of silence for their fallen brethren and the effort that had gone to waste. At the memories they couldn’t erase. Though the guilt in the eulogy didn’t last long before the bombardments began again, the whistle of bullets. The screams.

It started up in unison. Broke the air. Shattered existence.

He drank in the humidity with every breath and swallowed the thick taste of oil and death. The menu clean today. It wasn't bad when they were fresh, when you could still see the color in their eyes peering up from frozen hollow faces. Even the mangled corpses were okay if you could stomach the sight of them. No, what was worst was when you didn't have time to check before you hit the deck, when you had to line up your shots face to face with someone who'd been several days dead. 

Elbow deep in rancid meat and liquid skin. The incessant sound of fly wings buzzing in your ear and the sight of corpses lying in pools of maggots. Marching home so broken and so covered in some else that you became them.

That was the worst.

Show me whatever you've got cooking that you'd like to share!

Tagging: @corpocyborg @merge-conflict @luvwich @shimmer-like-agirl @gamerkitten @dani-the-goblin @elmknight @fly-amanitaa @setaflow

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Alright I slept through all the daylight hours, the Horrors hate me, this seems like a GREAT time to watch the Sandman on netflix for the first time. Mmm Dream.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was in the bathroom and maggots were everywhere, so I was just standing on the counter and freaking-out.

[wishing-well-art]

WHY does the titan have a tiny hooty worm poking out his eye socket though

[twistingsands]

had a dream about weird little bugs crawling all over my face. 0/10

[mukuberry]

in my dream i met a god. or someone working for a god ig. we got on well :) i asked her to be friends and she said she couldn't because we're on different levels. could i ever truly be friends with a butterfly? she said it was like that for her. i wanted to ask why it had to be like that, since the only reason i can't befriend bugs is the communication barrier, and we could talk perfectly fine. but i woke up before i could. i think ive been spending too much time thinking about bugs maybe

[macabrevampire]

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