#endlcssdesiire.

[desalvar]

touches his brain through the celestial aether. cultivates a gnarly desire for the weirdest, fucked off food because it would be funny. | c:

it's the satisfying butter-smooth glide of the knife, perhaps, stained opaque pearlescent green in the tawny dusk, or the vile, mutinous bubbling of tar-textured flesh in the manner of a soft, puffy dough fussing under ministration - but his stomach growls.

he hasn't eaten. that is.. expected. to have two mouths in need of filling is to inevitably neglect one's nibbling for the other's ravenous hunger. and a soul of this class - delectable, rare morsel that it was - never came wrapped in meat apt for eating. he's saving it for potions, poisons, curses. uses beyond the culinary, though just as worthwhile.

but he is hungry. and perhaps.. the satisfying pop of tar between his teeth, sour acid dipping smooth along the tongue -- sharptangymelting down between the gums-jowels-bone, the knife rusted, the thick metal plate below boiled through with holes and it would be - would it not? - the most decadent mouthful of molten poison slowly searing him through throat to heart to lungs to, oh, a passing lick to his aching, abyss-empty middle where the hunger rests. he should shed his shirt, clear the table. who knows how volatile, how sensually hazardous death by wyvern venom would be..

he blinks.

sighs. shakes his head. continues cutting. there's leftover stew in a pot two doors down.

he should really, really get his shit together...

[saturnmused]

𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 the visceral sense of understanding & empathy that comes with the flash of emotions over desire's 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 - 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 features. they don't choose to lash out at chaos, though, instead insisting at the harm that their brother & chaos's creator is doing, & they get the animosity, the lack of understanding for destruction's actions. chaos doesn't 𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄 with it, but it's clear that both their disapproval & other siblings' protests hadn't been enough to stop the king of creation, & so what did it really matter how they felt ? it was his decision to make, as destruction is his 𝐎𝐖𝐍 being ;

& chaos of all beings knows this intimately, having been crafted from his own hands. still, even from this unique vantage point, they feel as others in the family do : they miss destruction, & for all their 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓, haven't been able to locate him. they give little nod & then a shrug of shoulders, slight curl of lips that signals their given disapproval of his choices. ❝ it's certainly possible that destruction's absence is making everything worse. but the reality is that we have no say in the matter, not really. he'll come back when he's 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 to. he's still not ready to, & none of us are going to change his mind about that. ❞ not at this point, not when he's already so far gone ― they know that feeling intimately as well.

THERE IS A BEAT where Desire stares as if Chaos had suddenly manifested three extra heads- golden hues sharp and pinned to the creation's own. They knew? It lights a flash sensation of betrayal within themself-- yet...

if Destruction did not listen to his SIBLINGS - particularly Despair - how can Desire expect him to listen to his own creation? they can't.

so Desire lets the feeling slip through their fingers for now. ESPECIALLY as the other continued- he's punishing the rest of us. " so you understand... we influence THEM, be we in our thrones or no. in fact one could argue that his absence is making the harm he so dearly wants to avoid WORSE. "

[gcldfanged]

what flavor of 'cannibalism as a metaphor for love' are you?

i love you so much you're now a part of me

i love you so much, you and i are now one. where do you end and where i do begin? our muscles and hearts and bones mix as i crawl into your skin. isn't that what love is? so full of it that you become each other?

[byteing]

"caress" to gently touch the tail | for masque~? | i can shove the literal concept and embodiment of desire in all verses c:

They are painfully beautiful. It isn’t a metaphor: the sight of them, let alone the touch, makes the tiefling ache with something so strong it feels like borderline grief. His tail goes stiff under their touch, lacking the mammal-like mannerisms Desire’s own (along with, for reasons Masque has never understood, many other tieflings) might display. When most people touch him he’s quick to tell them to fuck off and get out of his space—even Astarion, sometimes, when the mood is wrong—but this person…

He suspects very suddenly that it is only the flimsy protection of his eldritch patron that keeps him from throwing himself at them. Not out of lust, he’s not sure that even applies here, but sheer desperation to please, to be liked, to be wanted by them.

Something is wrong here but he can’t piece it together. He hasn’t wanted someone’s approval so badly since before he escaped servitude.

“You, ah, you’re very distracting,” he managed to say, shaking his head like he might shake off the sudden influx of pathetically intense emotion. What were they even talking about, before?

[eyeless-smiles]

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@endlcssdesiire

The Corinthian doesn't follow mortal traditions. Why ever would he? There are some Dreamkin that enjoy it. Celebrating mortal holidays as an influx of dreams become bespeckled with carved pumpkins or gaudily decorated evergreen trees. He's once or twice entertained the dreams of a Mortal by appearing dressed in a gaudy sweater at their family Christmas dinner. It always ended with blood curdling screams.

But to find oneself under a bundle of mistletoe with the deity that fuels this one particular human tradition, the Corinthian might as well be made of metal shavings and set before a magnet. The Corinthian was quite obviously made with lust in mind. One could argue that Dream cut that particular part of Himself out and set it into the Nightmare to keep His sibling from holding any control over Him.

But that leaves the Corinthian helplessly drawn into Desires gravity. Its breath pulled from its lungs just as easily as his body is drawn to close the gap between gaping sockets and golden eyes.

The Nightmare might have apologised for the utter lack of control it felt as his hands cup Desire's warm cheeks and draws them in to press his lips to theirs. The spark of heat that erupts down his spine wiping any semblance of thought. The Corinthian's mind is overwritten to care about nothing but the tingling pleasure Desire's lips coarse through his own.

[amalgamatedmuses]

"Wanting redemption...? There’s something so touchingly human about it." | for Tad~.

@endlcssdesiire || Derren Brown Quotes

"Well," Tad smiles softly. Theres something sad about it, as if they've already spent much time considering this fact, "I did make them in my image."

[saturnmused]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?

it feels like home.

you're the kind of person that makes people feel safe. you probably couldn't be intimidating if you tried, but that doesn't matter. what matters is your kindness and compassion, your innate way of making people feel happy. you're so good at taking care of everybody else, but don't forget to take care of yourself, too! you deserve the same love you give so freely.

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[endlcssdreamiing]

Son of man, you cannot say, or guess, for you know only a heap of broken images. Where the sun beats, and the dead tree gives no shelter; the cricket no relief, and the dry stone no sound of water.

There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock)--

I will show you something different: from either your shadow at morning striding behind you- or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;

I will show you FEAR in a handful of dust.

independent, low activity, and selective: dream of the endless of netflix's 'the sandman'. as loved by fen | 30+ | he/him/it also located at the threshold of: @endlcssdesiire

DEAD DOVE content in some way will smatter throughout this blog. Be it eldritch horror, denial of responsibility/gaslighting, the inherent romanticism of devouring/being devoured, the creator falling for their creation, the power imbalance of the mortal and divine, et al.

[invarietas]

// okee. so it's become fairly evident that my hyperfixations have shifted from gaming, to specific comics and television. i'll pop back here to reply to sherlock or ardyn when my brain allows- but for now:

You can find me and my obsessions over at @endlcssdesiire and @endlcssdreamiing. The former more than the latter.

[saturnmused]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 poses is laced with venom, but hope, as usual, steadfastly ignores their tone & answers with her cheery demeanour & tone. ❝ of course i am ! i miss destruction 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘 that he's not with us. ❞ she confesses, always honest & especially with sibling who is the bane of all desire. she feels their influence even as herself, knows more than anything just how much her presence is 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐃 for them at times. she's happy to lend a helping hand at all times ― she just wishes that desire didn't have to lash out in order to do so. ❝ you don't have to apologize. it seems as though destruction's absence weighs heavy on your shoulders . . . would that be accurate, sibling ? ❞ she reaches out to offer a physical hand to them if they care to hold it. ❝ i can't 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 you for that. it's so, so hard to lose someone so dear. ❞

life offers up these moments of joy despite everything. ( from hope! ) | @saturnmused

" you ARE aware our elder brother has just completely fucked off to parts unknown, yes? " but of course she is. that was rather the entire POINT of her- why she is the brightest of lights within the blinding radiance that was the endless family: no matter how bad it became, there is always HOPE.

it wasn't her fault desire was in a right state. the elder of them huffs then, before settling at her side. " . . .I'm sorry I'm not particularly jubilant, baby sister. but it IS beautiful, i suppose. "

[gcldfanged]

-Sandman!Verse-

**Note: Created with the permission of Fen to interact with his Endless muses: @endlcssdesiire & @endlcssdreamiing.**

Name: Deceit Also Known As: Apate/Dolus, Decipio (“to deceive; beguile; entrap”); from dē- (“from”) + capiō (“to seize”), Jacob, Loki Species: Endless Affiliation: Desire & Despair, The Endless (in general) Relatives: Desire (Parent), Despair (Aunt), Night (Grandmother), Time (Grandfather), Destiny (Uncle) , Death (Aunt), Dream (Uncle), Destruction (Uncle), Delirium (Aunt) Sigil: A Two-Headed Serpent Realm: The Other Side of the Mirror

-Appearance- Deceit often shifts between their appearance (similar to Delirium), according to mood and circumstance. They will often mirror some aspect of Desire's visual qualities when they are together.

They will always have slitted green-gold eyes similar to a snake or feline and light waves will refract from their bare skin, causing a lustrous and rainbow-like spectrum of shifting color. Their hair is originally the color of midnight and sleek to the touch, while their physical form has oft been described as similar to a nebulous mist-like essence that slides between one's fingers when grasped. Their scent is said to be fleeting yet haunting, like the smell of wisping smoke or a hint of jasmine fragrance at the back of one's throat after drinking tea.

They enjoy expressing themselves through fashion when donning a mortal appearance, having a vast knowledge of symbolism in it's various forms and the power that can hold over others. They often enjoy traveling the mortal realm in the guise of a red fox, which has inspired all manner of stories and fables focusing on trickster figures- Such as "Reynard the Fox".

-Personality- Deceit is heavily influenced by the presence of others, which causes various motivations to fuel the nature of their embodiment:

Self-protection: To avoid punishment, embarrassment, or criticism 

Self-image: To improve their image, self-esteem, or social desirability 

To get something: To gain power, influence others, or get what they want 

To harm others: To intentionally cause harm to others 

To protect others: To protect the feelings of another or to protect them from harm 

To maintain privacy: To maintain privacy 

To resolve an argument: To resolve an argument 

To avoid unwanted activities: To avoid unwanted activities or impositions 

To avoid being caught: To avoid being caught in a previous deception 

To avoid disappointment: To avoid disappointing another person or themselves 

To manipulate: To continue manipulation, such as by an abusive person 

To get attention: To get the attention of others 

Deceit is probably the only Endless to openly voice their dislike of Destiny, embracing their role as one of many 'Challengers of the Unknown'.

-Powers-

Personification of Deceit: A child of an Endless, inconceivably powerful beings, Deceit is both master and personification of all instances of duplicity. They have god-like powers and absolute power over their realm- A vast domain with mirrors. It encompasses an ever-growing area where numerous surfaces create a visually complex and disorienting environment by reflecting light and images repeatedly. It is said to symbolize infinity, illusion, or a sense of being trapped.

Immortality: Deceit is ageless and virtually immortal.

Vast Knowledge: Deceit knows all there is of the past, present and future.

Omnipresence: Deceit, like the rest of their family, is everywhere on Earth at any moment, but usually not in a form visible to humans.

Shapeshifting: Deceit can freely appear in any form they want, with them usually taking the form of an attractive person who embodies both masculine and feminine traits- Similar to their parent, Desire. Their skin is very smooth, but hides tightly coiled braids of dangerous muscle like the body of a snake.

Teleportation: As a child of an Endless, Deceit can access any location or realm they wish to go to in general, provided that they maintain respect for them and follows proper procedure with the Realm’s masters.

Magic: Similar to 'Glamour' of the Fair Folk- Deceit exudes an attractive, exciting, and hypnotic quality that makes them seem appealing and special to others.

Challenger of the Unknown: Deceit exists outside of Destiny's control. They do not appear in his Book of Souls and are capable of changing predestined events.

-Weaknesses-

Ancient Rules: Like the rest of the Endless, they are bound to a complex set of rules and customs: -They cannot spill the blood of family, or they are no longer protected as the personification of Deceit from the other Endless. -They cannot fall in love with a mortal, or that mortal's downfall is assured.

Desire: Deceit is entirely dependent on Desire, not simply from the standpoint of a guardian and nurturer. Desire is the spark that sets them alight and the lies that Deceit spins create a complex and intricate web which stems directly from the very existence of Desire.

[stupidiinspades]

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Please don't confuse ooc and ic.

i will quite possibly write shit on this blog that could make some folx uncomfortable. manipulation/gaslighting (w/permission), abuse and resultant trauma, eldritch horror/hunger, detailed murder fantasies, yearning for violence/pain/sex, etc. none of that means that i a] advocate for any of that in the problematic sense or b] am an apologist!

I will always tag anything necessary; should you need something tagged let me know! I don't mind at all~.

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in character? fuckin' go for it (but be prepared!). for example- you taunt my muse in whatever form they are in, be prepared to receive appropriate retaliation (if appropriate). outta character dickery isn't as fun. it makes me use the block button, which makes me sad! ;o;

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I ship based on chemistry. However-

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[byteing]

They manifest as ink bleeds through paper behind it- a ghost of breath on his nape. Gold is amused, there is no threat here. Yet. "Mm... no binding contracts~? I'm a fan of silk, dear. But I'm flattered~. Perhaps I will indulge such desire, should it become keen enough~."

Their breath reminds him of orange peel; gasoline; the spark of a match on a hot summer day he’d spent in a college town in Texas a few years back, breathing in the smell of passing boys and their sweat and their tempers, the whole town waiting for a reason to take their anger out on each other. It’s the heat that does it, the gas station attendant had sighed to him. An older man burly and broad, wrinkled in the face and tired, no doubt, of serving. Gets everyone riled up.

Not this time, the Corinthian had said, smiling, and tipped before he left.

He can almost feel the sun through his clothes even now. Desire evokes desire: the longing to return to the place he belongs to more than he ever did the Dreaming. The need for it. To be let loose in a world he can sink his teeth into again. Morpheus has pulled the leash taut: he will not be unmade, but he will never walk the Waking again.

It is worse than being destroyed. It is why he has come here.

Turning his head just enough to catch a glimpse of them, the Corinthian bares three sets of teeth in a laugh. “Well, I’d be flattered,” it only half-lies. The attention of any Endless is flattering. He thinks of them bound with golden silks underneath him and feels the teeth of one eye snap shut, like it’s trying to clear itself of the mental image. No daydreaming here. They’ll know.

“You know my keenest desires, though. Why I’m here. Maybe we can help each other.”

He knows they are on poor terms with Dream, and him—well. Every grain of dreamsand he was made from screams for freedom.

[quantumused]

indie | private | selective multimuse for nbc's 'quantum leap 2022' reboot. muses include dr. ben song, ziggy, dr. ian wright, jenn chou, and an oc repurposed for the universe- virth stavros. (also probably admiral magic but i don't want to be selfish ;3)

CARRD. | IN CHARACTER. | WISHLIST. | HEADCANONS. | MEMES.

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[amalgamatedmuses]

❛  who did this to you?  ❜ - for morpheus, because 'only i'm allowed to beat your ass' dynamics thrill me (it's jas, i have no self control XD)

@endlcssdesiire || Angsty questions

Morpheus barely glances at its sibling before returning its attention to the task at hand; cleaning themself of blood and begining to patch up the wounds that litter their form.

Certain parts of the Dreaming could be dangerous, particularly if one were to lower their physical defenses and taunt the creatures within those parts.

"It matters not." He declares simply, unwilling to explain to his sibling that he had ushered on the pain himself.

[gcldfanged]

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Send a “💕” and I will tell you something I admire about you! [ACCEPTING]

Fen, I don't recall which of my mutuals lead me to your blogs, but as soon as I had finished (and re-checked, to be safe) reading all of your pertinent information- I was honestly really excited by the possibility of writing and plotting with you.

I'm glad you took me up on the offer despite my tendency to come on a little strong/excitable and literally drop EVERYTHING to make new verses and concepts.

I'm also very grateful and appreciative of your honesty- I have probably pestered you with questions ad nauseum- But my intention wasn't to be annoying, I simply trust in your judgment completely.

I'm very proud of and looking forward to the various dynamics we have discussed in the past- No matter what the setting is. You really manage to capture a unique essence to your muses. And while I understand every portrayal is indeed different depending on the writer, I still strongly feel as though I'd be able to recognize when it's your hand steering the character out of a barrel of same muse blogs.

You've really inspired me in a major way. I keep waffling on the whole "do I write professionally or keep it a hobby" question, since writing is simply something I've always done since I was first able to acquire the skillset. I have had such a negative experience overall in the art industry as a freelancer, it completely destroyed my once-thought boundless passion and deep-rooted love for the craft. I just never wanted my own writing be ruined the way that producing art was, for me.

Anyway, you've given me a lot of confidence and courage to start planning more- Even seriously exploring self-publishing options for future novels I've had sitting around for literal years.

I can't thank you enough for that. I hope we continue collaborating together for years to come!