#nightmarecountry

[beobhcm]

I have been waiting for Nightmare country The glass house for months and Desire only appeared in 2, 3 panels. And I have to wait till next year to see them again🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

Man, I want Thessaly to face Desire and defeat them somehow like the way she dealt with Dream. It would be interesting😈😈😈😈

Art by Lisandro Estherren from Nightmare country: The glass house issue 5

[talentforlying]

constantine: you're... i... i know you... wh-why can't i remem— dream/daniel: don't feel bad. i've CHANGED. what are ANY of us, after all, but PALIMPSESTS of antique tales? when last we met i thought you had done me a great SERVICE, but... now i know... YOU LIED TO ME.

RAGHGHRAHGJRHGA BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK

[eyeless-smiles]

[ rolls directly into your inbox. bats at you like a cat. hey. hey. hey. psst. tell me some of your favourite things about writing cori, and in particular what makes him more fun to write for you than other characters you may have tried (or considered trying) in the past. :3c ]

((Omg omg omg ok I am so down for this!!!))

I will be honest, when I first started watching the Sandman I didn't think anything of Corinthian at first, but the more I watched and learned about his motivations I was hooked.

I haven't been able to pinpoint exactly what makes Corinthian SO damn appealing to me, but right off the top of my head I really enjoy the exploration of autonomy and how much his actions and decisions are guided by what he is and who he wants to be. He is a part of Dream, yet he wants to be separate from him. He wants to be autonomous and considers himself a sole entity, yet blames Dream for his own decisions with the ol' "you made me this way" shtick. He's just a walking contradiction.

I also definitely think the religious trauma is kicking in here and makes me HUNGER to explore these topics because Corinthian is just the perfect vessel to explore a love/hate relationship with God.

I have always been drawn to writing villain characters anyways because I am a horror/gore whore. I think before Corinthian I had only rped a handful of canon characters (Spy from TF2, Yondu Udonta GoTG, Moira from OW)

But I also have two OC's that also heavily feature the creator/creation trope. Those two blogs have existed for almost ten years and I'm still drawn back to them occasionally. (One of them is exceptionally dark it is where I go to commit atrocities <3)

UPDATE: wow I found this fully written in my drafts TWO MONTHS LATER. Please accept this with my utmost apologies I am a fiend for burying shit in my drafts that never see the light of day again 🙃

@nightmarecountry

[asoulofstars]

🍒+ Wilds lol <3

WILDS. Wilds is my beloved, has been for a very long time. It was either late 2014 or early 2015 when we started rping, and I didn't start rping until September 2014, so Wilds has been probably the most consistent presence for me in the rpc.

And they're just always down for...anything. Like, Wilds truly just understands that the rpc is about the possibilities, and that we can just mash these fictional characters together in whatever ways we want, and sometimes something absolutely magical happens.

I was on a rabbit hole the other day rereading some of our old stuff, and like. I genuinely have become a better writer because of Wilds. Literally everything we have ever done just brings me joy, and Wilds is one of the first people that I go to when I am having A Time (TM) ooc or because I just want to show them something, because I just enjoy the fact that I have Wilds in my life. I'm so, so fucking blessed, and I love watching them make magic with other people, too.

[melpcmene-arch]

points at you. friend shaped

POINTS AT YOU. FRIEND.

[eilidhink]

help I remembered eilidh and oisín and eilidh and Raphael the other day and IM STILL WEEPING

god yeah I haven't thought about them in a long time but. here's the thing. they get very different versions of Eilidh, and I can't imagine them trading lol. Oisín is so much a part of who pirate!Eilidh is, even though he's like. an oasis away from her real life? Because he's someone she can be her sharpest, cruelest, most angry self with, and where everywhere else that would start a fight, he just takes it. It's like he absorbs all of that and underneath there's this sadness and loneliness and sometimes even kindness that hardly anyone else in her life gets to see. Flint having seen some of it when they were younger is part of why she hates him so much now. Silver sees glimpses of it sometimes and they both ignore it, just like they ignore his. But Oisín somehow makes space for it. With him in the woods is the only time she feels like she can really breathe. It physically pains her to say nice things to him. She'd kill for him.

Raphael doesn't know that Eilidh at all. His Eilidh might as well have come from the summer light through the trees, warm and soft and ephemeral against his solidity. He brings out Eilidh's deep loyalty and patience, he slows her down. He also brings out a sadness in her, but it's not a lonely sadness. It's the sadness that comes from having loved so deeply that the grief warms you even when it hurts. It's the sadness of turning to your friend on a beautiful day and realizing they aren't there with you, they've slipped away and may not be back in time to see the sunset.

When pirate!Eilidh visits Oisín and he isn't there, she steals some bacon and goes away again, annoyed. When Raphael's Eilidh finds him sitting like a rock behind the church, she sits beside him and waits.

[pohlepen]

       she'd thought about cutting her hair, taping her breasts down, rolling over and submitting to him in any way he'd wanted.  making herself more boyish, less feminine, less woman.  maybe that'd make him stay. maybe that'd make it easier for him (  for both of them  ).  but he doesn't want her as much as she doesn't want him, nothing will change that.  they're wading through this grief together, nearly drowning in it.  she can't help him as much as he can't help her.  all they can do is continue to hurt each other and share in the mutual misery of it.

       he never stays when it's over, when they've kissed and bit and sucked dream's taste from each other.  she can't blame him.  he is not who she wants in the wee, lonely, desolation struck hours of the morning.  he is not who she wants between her thighs and in her mouth and biting feverish, desperate marks across her freckle-woven skin.  but he is here, hate and all.  and so is she.  there's little more they can ask of each other these days.

       he goes to the bathroom, maybe to vomit the taste of her from his lips, and she follows like a kicked dog.  a begging mongrel, whimpering for any sort of contact.  she'd learned long ago that touch is touch, however disagreeable.    ❝  fuck him,  ❞    she doesn't move, knows he could push through her if he really wanted to but remains despite it.  despite his disinterest, his disgust, his distance.  he's still here, after all.  he still comes for her all the same, every noxious night.    ❝  make him wait.  ❞    make him suffer.  make him pay.  make him half as miserable as he's made us.   ❝  we don't have to do anything else, we can just…  ❞    the arms she’s crossed across her chest drop, they were only ever there to hide herself from him.  to make what they’d done to each other somehow more palatable.    ❝  please.  ❞

@nightmarecountry cont. from here

[beobhcm]

Thessaly is aiming at Desire.

Me as a Desire simp: Go go Thessaly, go and get them, make them suffer the worst>:D

Unfortunately she has been defeated by Desire’s minions 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 urghhhhh whyyyy? I want to see Desire suffer since they had been a bjtch for millions years and they received no consequence, whyyyy?

[talentforlying]

dream/daniel: there are many OPENERS OF THE WAYS, john. you may enter the far realms with MY authority, and — clarice sackville: tell him no. constantine: what? now 'ang about, he's — he's invitin' us to — clarice: john. our destination is not within his sphere. he's up to something. probably wants your permission to follow you. tell the scary anthropomorphic personification to fuck irrevocably off. constantine: ch-cheers, but...we'll go round.

what are you so afraid of happening with dream around, clarice? hm, clarice? whatcha worried about, clarice?

and while i'm on the subject: what in the motherfuck is dream doing here?????

[eyeless-smiles]

Wide, confused eyes look from one iteration of the nightmare he thought he knew, to the other, wondering how the facsimile was appearing in duplicate. Although, that wasn’t what vexed him most. “Wait, did’jou just call’im ‘Babygirl’?”

Blond locks cock as concealed maws flicker between its doppelganger and the hunter that oozes with bewilderment. A sharp smile cutting into his visage.

"What, never thought about fucking yourself, doll? Go occupy yourself for a bit, hmm? Unless you wanna watch." The Nightmare taunts in his usual southern drawl before its attention is drawn back towards his duplicate with a warning painted in his smile.

"Come on then, sweet cheeks. Bring the knife."

@savagecowboy

@nightmarecountry

[maramcna]

[ wake up ] a loving surreal kiss to wake the partner up. [ for jack, of course, because you ever get tormented by a nightmare in your dreams and then you wake up and the guy is IN YOUR BED?? and somehow this is normal for you. ]

yes i can actually write & im so sorry about that

The dream started like any other, the captain entering a run down bar only to be faced with an empty bar... Aside from a single man behind the bar. The Corinthian turned to face him with a grin with all his teeth, a predator who's prey just waltzed right into its trap.

Siting at the bar, a glass was placed in front of him though he ignored it. "Did all this just for me?" Time passes like that, their own little dance with a set ending. Around and around they go until Jack's back is pressed against a wall, the dance continuing on how it would in the waking world, but this was a dream.

(i am so embarrassed abt what is written under this read more do not read i am deleting my blog)

The kiss was more teeth than anything from the Corinthian, almost desperate to taste blood. Hands were equally as desperate both creatures grasping and nearly tearing clothes in their desperation, their need. It wasn't until they parted from the biting kiss that Jack did something he hadn't done before. Fingers traced along nightmare's cheek until two entered an eye mouth, watching as the Corinthian sucked and moaned.

Soon his fingers weren't enough and the nightmare lowered itself onto its knees, grinning up at him with too many teeth as fingers undid his belt. Removing his fingers from the mouth caused a whine to leave it, but his hand was better suited tangling in the Corinthian's hair as he awaited what he expected to come next. Instead of sinking its mouth down onto his cock, it leaned closer until its eyemouth, the one that hadn't had his fingers, could tease his cock with its tongue. Jack could only watch and moan, simply unable to look away as eye mouth took his cock deeper and deeper with its own moans.

His hand in his hair tightened as he used the grip to make fucking his cock in the Corinthian easier, the sounds that left them both were sinful. He couldn't look away and neither could the Corinthian.

When Jack awoke, their was a body on top of his and lips eagerly kissing his. The Corinthian. "Mm, couldn't get enough of me, sweetheart?" This would end just like his dream, Jack eyeless and bloodied as the Corinthian savored thousands of years of memories..

He really should learn to stay away.

[asoulofstars]

@nightmarecountry KYO PICTURES AS BRIBERY FOR YOUR FORGIVENESS?

[monstriiss]

🧍 corinth is 6'0 and Dream is uh. Well it varies. Probably like 7ft usually but every so often when talking to Drath he may appear slightly taller than her :)

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 || N/A

@nightmarecountry

fixed it :)

[suffcring]

[touches the screen] ben. it is time for some positivity in your inbox. i always love reading what you write whether I'm involved or not, and you have a real knack for making each character sound like themselves- and sounding different from every other character all the while. I feel like you've got a strong narrative voice too that feels like--distinctly YOU no matter who you're writing, but there's always different flavouring to it depending on what fits the character. Rabbit is one of my favourite characters EVER and I'm still just enamoured with everything about her.

And you yourself, of course, are a joy to have around. We don't talk much but I never feel particularly distant from you; you've always felt to me like the online equivalent of someone I could pick up the phone to at any hour of the night. ❤️

I have literally been slurping this since you sent it yesterday morning.

I am just so---

AHHHHH.

[pohlepen]

       ❝  saved the eyeballs for ya, mostly,  ❞   it’s said with a grin and a squeeze of his upper bicep as she slips behind him toward the dog lounging lazily by the lit fire, fingers trailing up and across the span of his shoulders.  the house reeks of white women in fall; pumpkin spice and pecan pie and buttery syrup laced waffles.  nothing, unsurprisingly, is in the oven or on the stove.  still, the scent emanates from the little home with some lull of benignity.  if anyone comes to visit, anyone besides him, they’ll be wooed into a false sense of comfort.  she’s just a woman at home, with a friend and a bowl of combined organs presented to her canine companion.   ❝  the rest are out at the kill pile,  ❞   the kiln is still warming out in the shed, a wood oven in the corner deceptively spewing ink black smoke into the sky.  frankie spins, presses a quick kiss to the corinthian’s cheek before nodding toward a door across the hall.   ❝  there might be a surprise for you in the basement…  ❞

monster verse starter call / @nightmarecountry ♡

[beobhcm]

I wonder if anyone ship King of pain and Desire:> In Nightmare country The glass house, when the king of pain was summoned, he thought Thessaly was Desire so he called her my ladylord, my master-mistress. I mean “My ladylord” sounds hot 🥵